#if the the Spanish is wrong blame Google

[ghostlyfanparadise]

[raapija]

Strollonso au, but their winter break is a mess

Surprise Bonus! Lance is insane

[lonely-ey3s]

Ride or Die | Chapter One

pairing: rodeo/cowboy!joel miller x f!reader

chapter summary : Going to your county's fair after coming back to your hometown goes a lot better than it has in past years. It usually earns you a goldfish. This year, it earns you a date with a local cowboy, Joel Miller.

chapter warnings: fluff, slow burn-ish, angst, Joel speaks Spanish (translations will be there), reader has a somewhat emotionally abusive father, mentions of grabbing, mentions of a parent being drunk, mention of parental death, switched POV's.

word count: 8.1k

a/n: alright, here it is! chapters will be every other sunday-- alternating with heartlines !! just fyi, i know little about being a cowboy so if lingo is wrong, please let me know, i'm going off purely google.

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune

Masterlist

Coming back home to Texas was not on your bingo card for this summer.

However, when you caught your ex-fiance cheating on you with your best friend-- packing your bags and taking the first plane back was the only logical thing to do.

You got home about two weeks ago. Your older sister and little brother were more than excited to have you back. Especially your little brother, Wesley.

He had just turned 18, and the two of you have always been as thick as thieves. A lot of the closeness is due to your mom dying while giving birth to him and your dad pretty much shutting down.

However, you stepped in, pretty much raising him.

You and your older sister, Everly, were close as well– as close as sisters could be. She was 5 years older than you, married to her high school sweetheart, and had a little boy who everyone called ‘Bubba’.

She lived just a few miles from your family’s property, but she and Bubba usually made it over to your dad’s daily to help around the house and hang out. 

This past week, Wes has been training for this year’s county fair rodeo show that was happening next week.

You had done the morning chores, which included feeding the chickens and ducks and cleaning out the donkey pen and the stables. You finished with making sure your horse's stable was stacked full of what he needed.

After you were finished, you walked over to the training pen and saw Wes and Trigger running around barrels, getting everything refined for the big event he was competing for. 

“You’ve got to pull back on him on that third barrel, Wes!” your dad shouted, sitting on the edge of the fence, with his arms crossed across his chest, observing. 

“Got it…” Wes mumbled, patting Trigger's side before softly saying to the dark black horse, “Let’s try one more time bud…” 

You climbed up on the fence and leaned against it, “That horse knows how to cut quick. Why are we runnin’ him days before the event?” you said, nodding at your dad and toward your brother. 

“Because it’s not the horse that’s goin’ win the medal, it’s Wes, and if can’t control the damn thing, he shouldn’t compete.” your dad clipped back at you. 

Your dad wasn’t always the warmest to any of you, but more so Wes. Part of you thinks that deep down, he might have blamed him for your mom's death. He was hard on and pushed him, but something always seemed insensitive. It seemed more callous than when he did it to you and Everly. 

“If you push the horse too hard, he’ll hurt himself, effectively hurting Wes in the process…” you tsked and got down from the fence. “Gotta think about that component too, Dad…” You turned around and started walking away.

There was a pause, and then your dad turned his head to look at you.

“Chores done?” your dad bit out, closing the other conversation. 

“We wouldn’t be over here if they weren’t,” you shot back before walking back towards the house. 

You cleaned up for the day and got ready to work in a coffee shop in town.

The goal was to escape the inevitable argument your dad would start with you when he came inside about what happened earlier. 

You left the house before they got in and drove to the shop downtown. It was a newer shop, wasn't here when you left a few years ago.

You order a drink and something small to eat and then set up at a table in the back, near an outlet. 

You grew up in this town, so mostly anyone and their dog knew you. Since coming home all of a sudden, working in a public place was brave but also downright stupid. Everyone and their moms want to know why. What happened? Why isn't Riley with you? Why aren't you wearing your ring?  

You put on your headphones and set your music to shuffle as you start working on a project you must complete for one of your clients in the next couple of days. You knew that in the coming week, things would get busier with the rodeo and fair prep happening. Knowing your dad and how he'd delegate work to you, you just knew your personal time would be limited.

Back in Nashville, you worked as a social media manager for a small boutique and a local up-and-coming musician. Both were highly supportive of your decision to move back to Texas and made things work with you remotely, for which you couldn’t be more grateful for their flexibility. 

You were just about to wrap up one of the posts to send off for approval when you felt your phone buzz on the table. It was Riley,

Can we please talk? I know you said you needed time, but it’s been two weeks– we’ll need to talk this out eventually. 

You scoffed and shook your head, closing your phone screen and muttering, “Talk it out? There’s nothing to talk out, you cheated on me with my best friend of 15 years, you dumbass.” 

You sent off the post for review and then took out your headphones, standing up for another cup of coffee.

You walked to the counter and asked for another latte. The barista said they’d bring it over to you. You smiled and thanked her, but then, when you went to turn around, you bumped into someone behind you. 

“Oh shoot, I’m so sorry, pardon me…” You quickly apologized, flustered that you weren’t watching where you were going. 

“No harm, darlin’...” You saw a brown-eyed man smiling down at you, his large, strong hands on your arms, holding you steady from when you bumped into each other. 

You swallowed before nodding and kindly smiling. “Thanks…” His hands let you go just as gently as they held onto you, before you nodded to where you were sitting. “I uh… excuse me,” you said before returning to your table. 

You sat back down and didn’t realize how flustered you were until you saw in the reflection of the computer screen how red your cheeks were. 

You let out a long and slow breath before tapping a few buttons to wake your screen again, refocusing yourself on your work. 

You didn’t see that the man you had bumped into had his eyes still on you from the front.

He was watching you, his hands in his pockets, tapping his foot lightly as he began to think about how he could approach you without seeming too eager. 

He was waiting for his coffee when the barista went to leave the front counter with your coffee in hand.

He cleared his throat and smiled brightly, “Here, why don’t you let me Susie– looks like ya’ll are busier than a hive fulla bees…” He winked and outstretched his hands. 

She nodded and smiled at his gesture to help: “Thanks, Joel. You’re a peach…” She handed him the coffee in a to-go cup with your name and order written on it. 

He smiled and walked over to your table, softly clearing his throat before he set it down next to your laptop, “One cinnamon caramel latte with brown sugar sprinkles…” then chuckled after realizing your what your order was, “Damn darlin’, want some coffee with your sugar?” he lightly teased. 

You looked up, feeling eyes on you, and took out your headphones, light music coming from them. “I’m sorry?” You then saw him in front of you and then the coffee and furrowed your brow. “Oh jeez, I’m so sorry. Did they call my name and I didn’t hear?” You looked past him at the counter, worried you misunderstood them say they’d bring it to you. 

He smiled warmly, “No, I uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to confuse you… I just…” he chuckled as he nervously rubbed his fingers through his scruff, “Damn, uh… I’m sorry, I’m usually not like this…” he shyly looked down for a moment, biting his lip before looking back at you, “I just wanted to come apologize for earlier… I uhm, I was a little too eager to get my drink and I shoulda let you leave the damn line before rushin’ into you like that.” 

You smiled softly and waved your hand, dismissing his apology. “I’m sure I had a clumsy factor in the equation, trust me.” You lightly chuckled. “How about we just assume 50/50 responsibility and not get the insurance involved for the fender bender…” you lightly joked. 

He chuckled and nodded, “I’m Joel…” he held out his hand. 

You recognized him from somewhere. However, you couldn't place where. So you nodded and said your name softly, and then your phone buzzed. It was one of your clients. “Oh, um, I’m sorry—I need to take this. Thanks for the coffee. It’s been lovely meeting you, Joel.” You picked up your phone and smiled softly before answering it. 

Joel nodded and slowly backed away, saying your name repeatedly in his head, trying to remember if he knew you, as you looked somewhat familiar as well. He smiled to himself and tucked his hands back into his jeans before grabbing his coffee from the front and leaving the shop. 

1 week later 

Reader’s POV

It was the first of 4 days of the fair. 

You sat in the bleachers with your sister, her husband and son, as well a friend, Tripp. Your brother and dad were getting everything together below in the arena and stables. 

You were dressed in your best. From the best cowgirl hat you've ever owned to your boots. You wore tight jeans and a floral tank that showed just a sliver of your stomach and gave you some cleavage, wanting to get a tan but also mess with some cowboys. 

“Look at that one, he’s a pretty one!” Everly joked, pointing out a cowboy below. He was good-looking, but you could smell his toxic masculinity from where you were. He was winking at every girl that swooned past him and was chewin' tobacco, which was an instant red flag for you.

You chuckled and shook your head, taking a small swig of your water. “Mmm, no, he screams ‘walking red flag’...” You continued to look around. 

Tripp smirked and pointed to another young man, standing by his horse and tightening his saddle, “What about him?” 

You smiled. “He seems kind, but he’s not my type... he's got a baby face,” You nudged him with your elbow. “Plus, I’m not lookin’ for anything serious right now. I’m still trying to figure out the whole Riley thing…” you sighed. 

“Figure what out? What is there to figure out? You're done with him! Right?” he nudged you back, clearly annoyed you were still ‘thinking things over’. 

You tsked and fiddled with the top of your water bottle. “It’s not like that… I just… am not in a place to be in a relationship when half of my things are still back at our place.” You shrugged. “That wouldn’t be fair.” 

“To who? You or Riley?” he challenged. 

You looked at him and bit the inside of your cheek. “Tripp, " you said, raising your eyebrow.

“What?” he looked at your sister. “Ev, tell her… it’s okay to move on.” 

Your sister nodded. “He’s right. Riley didn’t hesitate. Why should you?” she shrugged, “But also, what’s wrong with just havin’ a bit of fun, no strings attached?” she giggled, nudging you with her elbow. 

You nodded and chuckled, “Fine, fine… no strings.” You looked back down and hummed, taking in the cowboys below. 

A few moments later, your dad came running up to the arena’s border, shouting your name, “Get in here! We need you and Buck. Randy’s son's damn horse got spooked and is running amuck!”

Buck was the arena's neutralizer horse. You and he had always helped when things like this happened, as the other horses couldn't risk getting hurt. 

You quickly got up from your seat and ran down the bleachers before jumping over the fence, your dad and you running towards the chaos.

Joel’s POV

Joel had been up since before the birds started to chirp. 

He started his morning by doing all the chores with his dad before they loaded up the trailer and headed to the fairgrounds around 6 a.m.

Joel had a few events he was in today and was eager to get back on the saddle after taking a few weeks off. He had taken time to rest after getting back from the national championship in Dallas. 

He and his horse Moonshine were in the stables around 9 am as they needed to be out to the arena by half past.

The two of them having a quiet moment together to prepare for the busy buzz about to happen for the rest of the day.

He tightened his saddle, ensuring everything was secure, when his dad came in, “How are we lookin’?” 

Joel nodded towards the dusty white horse that was built of pure muscle. He was his pride and joy. He’d spent the last 10 years breeding, training, and competing with horses for his dad. So when his dad told him that Moonshine was all his 2 years ago, Joel poured every minute he wasn’t working into this horse. 

“He’s almost saddled up. I just need to make sure his hooves are clear, then we’ll be good.” 

Santiago, or Santi as most called him, huffed and came around the back of Moonshine. “He’s got competition today. Ricky’s son is competing today; that horse is a beast,” he said, patting the backside of Moonshine’s rear. 

Joel tsked and smiled. “You can have a beast of a horse, but unless the rider knows what he’s doin’ – it won’t do jack.” he looked at his dad as he lifted the first of Moonshine’s hooves to inspect. “Ricky’s boy is a little short upstairs and will get hurt before he wins anything on a horse like that.” he put the first hoof down and moved to another. 

Santi just hummed and took a small breath in. “If you say so…” he clicked his tongue and turned around. "I’ll wait for you by the gate to the arena. Take your time and make sure everything is good, yes?” He began to stroll away. 

Joel nodded, “Yes, sir.” 

—

It didn’t take Joel more than 10 minutes to finish inspecting and preparing Moonshine.

The two of them walked casually out of the barn area. Joel kept his shoulders back and head held high; he exuded confidence as he walked from the barn to the main arena. He proudly wore his national championship belt buckle, which he used to intimidate fellow competitors.

He used a lead to guide Moonshine out towards the arena, which was now filled with guests loudly cheering on another event happening. 

He wore the complete competition outfit, including his cowboy hat, black button-down shirt, jeans, and chaps. His vest had patches from his sponsors on both the front and back.  

His dad was talking to Randy at the gate, a neighbor who had invested in Joel’s bareback and bull riding career. 

Joel tipped his hat as he approached, “Good to see you, Randy. How’ve you been?” he smiled and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him into a hug. 

Randy chuckled, “Good to see you, Joel! I’ve been better—bad knee!” He tsked before pulling back and looking over at Moonshine. “He’s a beaut, Joel. I'm excited to see him in action today.” He smiled and touched the horse's neck gently. 

Joel turned and touched the other side of the horse's neck. “He’s been a fun one. I’m also excited for us to be back in the arena.” he looked back at the gate and nodded for the gatekeeper to open it. 

Before they opened the gate, a loud commotion and frenzy ensued. Moonshine reared up slightly and chuffed in fear at a loud noise. 

“Shh, shh, steady boy… steady,” he cooed to him, pulling on the brindle to calm and refocus him. 

He turned to see what was happening and handed the lead to his dad.

He was walking up to the gate when the crazed riderless horse ran past. Not long after, another horse and rider buzzed by, trying to herd the crazed horse.

You swung a lasso and shouted at the horse, “Hey, hey!” before throwing it and landing it around its neck. 

The second Joel saw who it was, it was like you were moving in slow motion to him.

You maneuvered your horse to pull back and redirect. The horse in question was headed straight for a group of people so you snapped back and pulled him away.

You hollered, “Woah there boy-o!” 

You wrapped the rope around the horn of your saddle and then clicked your tongue and pulled the reigns to the left. “Here… let's go over here…” You tugged on the rope, trying to get the horse to follow you. 

Your dad was watching from a distance. “Take ‘em to the barn!” he yelled at you. 

You nodded and looked down at your horse. “Alright, Buck, let’s get his poor kid to the barn…” You patted his side affectionately and pulled up on the reins a little. Buck circled around and then headed towards the gate.

You looked back at the horse you were dragging along and smiled, “Let’s go, come on, pretty boy…” You coaxed the horse to follow you. 

It settled and huffed a few times before walking close behind you and Buck. “There we go, that’s a good boy,” you said softly. 

The gate opened, and you faced forward, tipping your hat at Scott, the gatekeeper. “Thanks, Scotty!” you smiled and winked then clicked your tongue and looked ahead of you. “Come on sweetheart…”

You saw Joel not connecting the dots of who it was with the get-up he was wearing.

His jaw is partially ajar, and his eyes are watching you as you moved.

It was like he’d seen God herself. 

You chuckled and looked at Randy, whom you knew, he and your dad were good friends.

“Got yourself a trout rather than a cowboy there, Rand… " You nodded towards Joel, teasing. 

Randy chuckled and then looked at Joel. “Good god, son, close your mouth before you catch a fly.” He swatted Joel's arm.

You giggled, clicking your tongue to get Buck to move faster, as you headed toward the barn. 

Joel snapped out of his daze and looked at Randy and his dad, who were grinning at his reaction.

His dad shook his head, chuckling, “Just keep it in your pants until after the competition-- please and thank you.” he walked past Joel to get into the gate, tugging Moonshine with him, “Come on mijo, you’re up soon.” 

Joel looked back at the barn and smiled, then looked at Randy who was still standing there with a shit eating grin, “You heard your dad, get goin’. She’ll be around all week...” he winked.

Joel competed, and on his way out, he saw you sitting down next to your sister and Tripp.

He saw you lean over and hold onto Tripp's arm, softly laughing at something.

A flame of jealousy burned up his neck. He fixated on you from the back of the arena, watching you interact with those around you, and figured that Tripp was either a friend or, worst case, a very early boyfriend. Either way, easy competition. 

He also noticed that when a specific rider came out, you all went crazy, shouting and cheering loudly. He wondered who that might be and why he was so important. 

Randy came up from behind and stood beside him. He followed his eyeline and lightly chuckled, “Since when are you not already over there markin’ your territory?” he joked. 

Joel turned his head and chuckled lightly. “Mark my territory? What am I, a dog?”

Randy chuckled a little louder and then hummed, watching the barrel racer, your brother competing. “That’s her brother, Wes. Incase you’re wonderin’...” 

Joel hummed and then realized how he knew your family. “She’s Judd’s daughter?” 

“Middle kiddo. She’s the one who pretty much raised Wes after their mom died.” Randy said sadly, looking back towards you. 

“I went to school with her. I remember when her mom died. How did I not recognize her the other day?" He slid his thumb over his bottom lip as he started to think about your interaction. 

“She’s been in Nashville since she graduated. She and that boy she dated in high school moved up there when he got some fancy job,” he gossiped. “You probably didn’t recognize her; she looks a bit different than she did in high school.” Randy remarked. 

Joel ran through his mind, thinking of who you were with in high school, then turned his head, “Riley! That's his name… what happened to him?” he raised his eyebrow.

Randy tsked, “The fucker cheated on her with Amanda." he sighed and tapped his thumb against the railing, "She found out, packed a bag and came back home.” he said sadly then turned to Joel.

Joel’s eyebrow raised, “Amanda, as in her best friend since they were like in elementary school, Amanda?” he asked, blown away. 

Randy hummed as he nodded. “Bingo.” 

Joel scoffed and looked back at you, “So she just had the ultimate fuck over…” 

Randy nodded. “Betrayed by her best friend and fiancé... it doesn’t get any worse than that.”

Joel turned to look at Randy again, and his face showed complete disappointment. “She was engaged? And he cheated on her?”  

Randy bit his lip for a moment, not wanting to divulge too much but he figured Joel should know, “From what I know, the wedding was supposed to be at the end of this summer, but not anymore. At least that’s what I’ve heard.” he kicked his foot into the ground, making some dirt dust up. 

Joel hummed and looked at you, his features softened thinking what you'd been through the last few weeks. No one should go through that.

You stood up and waved goodbye to the group you were with, then put your phone to your ear as you headed up the steps of the arena. 

“‘Cuse me, Rand… I’m going to go try to catch up with her. Apologize for earlier.” He said before hopping the gate and jogging towards you.

You were fast and beat him to the top.

He tried to keep up, but when he got up to the top, the crowd of people and busy traffic of the fair going on around the arena was too much; he’d lost you. “Damn it.” he tsked and dug his boot into the dirt frustrated.

After watching Wes’s event, you felt your phone buzz on the bleacher beside you. You picked it up to see Riley’s name displayed across your screen. Tripp looked over your shoulder and then raised his eyebrow at you. “You need to take that…” he suggested. 

You sighed and nodded. Putting this off was only dragging the dead cat out for longer. You stood and quickly said goodbye, then slid to answer, “Hello?” 

“Hey…” he sounded sad and quiet. 

“What do you want?” you said as you started to jog up the arena steps. 

“I—I… god,” he sighed. "Where are you? It’s so loud!” He sounded annoyed. 

“That’s none of your business anymore, Riley. I asked you what you wanted, so please get to the point, or I’ll end the call,” you said coldly, looking around before gathering where you were and heading towards your car. 

There was a pause, then he sighed heavily. “I just —baby, I miss you. When are you coming home?” he pleaded, his voice soft, almost begging. 

You let out a numb chuckle. “Riley, there’s no us. You fucked that over the moment you put your cock between Amanda’s legs.” You bit out.  

There was another pause. “She’s no longer an issue; I ended it with her. I realized how much I wanna fight for us, for you.” 

You chuckled a little louder then shook your head; this was nonsense. He was nonsense.

“What don’t you understand? I don’t want to fight for us. I don’t want to be with you anymore!" you walked up to your car, "You cheated on me with my best friend for most of our fucking relationship. And then now that I know about it and did the logical thing and left you– now you cut things off with her?” you opened your car door and got inside, slamming it shut, “Riley you’re one stupid son of a bitch if you thought that I was coming back.” you started up your car. 

“Why can’t we start over? Come back home, and we’ll go to counseling or get help, please. Give me a chance,” he pleaded. 

You let him stew in silence before you spoke firmly, “You don’t get another chance. Your chance went out the fucking window when I asked you who was texting you and you lied to my face saying it was a co-worker.” you sat for a moment before lowering your voice, tears forming, “You went the lengths Riley… the lengths… to change the name of her contact to a ‘co-workers’ name so that I wouldn’t get suspicious.” you scoffed, a few tears falling down your cheeks, “That’s some psycho shit. That’s premeditated fuckin’ cheating bullshit.” you shook your head and chuckled a few times, wiping the tears, “God, you know, Amanda probably got her head out of her ass and left you -- and now you’re crawling back to me because when I left, you didn’t even flinch. You let me go.” you took in a shaky breath. 

“I’m here. I’m here now,” he said after a few moments of silence. He knew you were crying. 

Something in the way he said that severed whatever you had holding onto him. You had the clarity you needed; it was time to move on. You deserved more than this, more than he gave you for all those years.  

“That’s not enough.” You let out the breath. “We’re done, Riley. I’ll have movers come and collect the rest of my belongings, your mom's ring will be returned to you, and I’ve already taken care of our financial matters. Don’t ever contact me again.” You hung up the phone and immediately blocked him before throwing your phone in the passenger seat out of anger. 

You hit the steering wheel, your anger boiling over, “God damn it!” then you began to sob softly, not out of sadness, but out of finally feeling free. 

The next day

Joel was walking down the arena steps after running to his truck quickly to grab the correct bit that he had forgotten before his event started. His mind was elsewhere, so he didn't even notice you as he walked past.

Everly saw him and nudged you. “What about him?” she nodded towards him as he walked down the steps and hopped over the fence into the arena. 

You watched, humming softly, then noticed who he was when he turned his head and smiled at someone in the arena.

“Well I’ll be damned…” you chuckled, eyes following him as he walked into the back. 

“What?” Everly looked at you like she was on the edge of her seat. “What?!” she exclaimed. 

You chuckled louder and nodded his way. “I ran into him at the coffee shop about a week ago, and then he was the cowboy that I told you about yesterday-- the trout,” you giggled. 

She gasped, “You’re kidding me, that’s the trout?! That's Joel Miller!” She hit your arm, giggling with you. 

You nodded and kept your eyes towards him. 

She looked that way as well, then looked at you, seeing you slightly blush. “You’re interested in him, aren’t you?” she giggled, a shit eating grin across her face. 

You chuckled, “I wouldn’t say ‘interested’...” You blew off her accusation, trying to act calm and collected, but inside, you could feel your heart pound, and a small amount of heat rose to your cheeks the more you watched him move. 

He was getting Moonshine’s bit adjusted, paying no mind to his surroundings. 

You noted that he looked good handling a horse. He was in complete control. His hands gliding over the equipment confidently. There was something about watching a man with a horse that always appeased you, making you feral. 

Riley didn’t come from the ranch life. His family was wealthy and privileged. They were full of snobby, rich aristocrats who didn’t care for anyone but themselves. Being with him and having that difference in family dynamics created rifts in your relationship. His family tended to look down on you. Behind your back, they referred to you as the ‘dirty ranch girl’. He never stood up for you either.  

Joel hopped onto Moonshine and clicked his tongue, guiding him to where they needed to be. He took his hat off with one hand and pushed his hair back with the other before putting it back onto his head. He looked up to the crowd and noticed you already looking at him. 

You were in a floral sundress, your boots, and to top it off, your cowboy hat on your head. You looked insatiable. He adjusted his hips as he felt a stir below the belt before making direct eye contact with you. “Who’s fishin’ for a trout now, sweetheart?” he mumbled to himself. 

He caught your eye with his and grinned, tipping his hat to you and giving you a slight wink. 

You immediately looked away shyly and couldn’t help the smile that grew across your face, softly chuckling to yourself. 

He chuckled and looked up at the board, seeing how much time he had before he and Moonshine would compete.

5 minutes.

He looked back to you, and you were giggling with the guy next to you, the same guy you were sitting with yesterday. 

Jealousy filled him again, a heat grew up his neck and his lips tightened.

He cocked his head and whispered, "Fuck it." then decided he had enough time to make his way over to you. 

He swung his leg over and off Moonshine, then tied the lead to the fence. “Stay right here… I’ll be right back.” he muttered to the horse.

He jumped over the gate and then started to stroll over to your group. 

Tripp saw and whispered, teasing, “Trout incoming…” then he realized he was actually heading over, “Oh fuck! He’s looking right at you babe! He’s coming over….” he nudged you to catch your attention. 

You hummed curiously and turned to look, the blush on your cheeks betraying you when you found him again. 

When you two made eye contact, he tipped his hat again and smiled at you.

‘Damn it. He’s going to be trouble.’ You instantly thought as butterflies erupted intensely in your core. 

You swallowed nervously and began frantically fixing your dress, clearing your throat. Then, you stood and came down to the fence at the bottom of the bleachers, smiling at him on the other side. “Hey, cowboy…” 

He approached the other side and grinned at the nickname, “How are you doin’ darlin’?” 

You blushed and tilted your head, “I’m doin’ better now that you’re here sayin’ hello.” you flirted, leaning up against the railing. 

He chuckled and ran his thumb against his bottom lip. “What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ out here today?” 

You watched him touch his lip and bit the inside of your cheek to stop you from smiling too much. “I have a brother competing in barrel racin’...” You looked down at his belt and smirked. “Take it you’re competing too?” Your eyes trailed up his body, slowly landing back to his eyes. 

He felt himself harden the way you were drinking him in, the way your eyes landed on his belt. 

He smirked and tilted his head back at you. “I am. I’m out bare buckin’ today and then bull buckin’ tomorrow.” 

You nodded and hummed, “You’ve got some competition in bare buckin’.” You nodded to the arena. “Rob Turner is competing. He's got a beast of a horse I've heard...” You looked over at that rider and his horse. 

Joel looked back at Rob and chuckled, shrugging, “Eh, he’ll be easy to beat,” he said confidently. 

You raised your eyebrow slightly and looked back at him. “Oh really? You think you’re good enough to beat him then, cowboy?” 

He smirked, “Oh, am I no longer called ‘trout’, then?” he teased.

You turned red for a moment then cleared your throat, “Well today you didn’t look at me with your jaw open so wide that you could be catchin’ flies, so no.” you challenged, cocking your head and looking up at him confidently. 

He raised his eyebrow at your playfulness then grinned and leaned forward on the rail that you had your arms folded against. His hands to his arms were straight to hold up his weight. “Well, apologies for the lack of manners yesterday, darlin’. I was stunned by your beauty, and in that moment, my jaw fell open…” he looked at you with a broad and warm smile. 

You hummed, smiling back at him, “Well, I can’t say I haven’t been doin’ the same to you today. I guess we’re even?” 

He tsked, “Oh really? You’ve been swoonin’ over me, huh?” he leaned a little in, “In that case, what can a cowboy do to take you out to dinner then?” he winked at you. 

You leaned in to him and looked down at his lips, biting your bottom lip before you backed up a step and shrugged, “What can I say? I find cowboys attractive.”

He was speechless. He swallowed and chuckled shyly, not knowing what to say.

You saw the effect you had at him and loved it. You relished in your ability to make a man squirm.

You tipped your hat and smirked, “But I find champion-winning cowboys date-worthy…” You took another step back and looked at his belt. “Win that championship today, then you can ask me out to dinner.” You looked back up at him and smiled, blushing as you felt a sense of confidence with him, a feeling of safety.  

He grinned as he looked at you. “I win. I get to take you out?” 

You nodded. “Think you can do that or is that too hard for you to achieve, trout?” you jabbed playfully. 

He liked this side of you. He didn't know you like this in high school. You were the quiet and shy girl, this girl, she was much more confident and he found it very attractive.

He smirked and bit his lip, offering his hand. “Deal.” 

You walked back up to him and took his hand. “Deal.” 

He brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles, keeping eye contact with you. 

You blushed and smiled softly, before shyly looking down for a moment before looking back up. “If you win, I’ll be up there with my family and friends…” You gently pull your hand away and cutely put both hands behind your back. 

He nodded to Tripp, “That ain’t your date?” he chuckled. 

You looked to where he was nodding and let out a chuckle. “What if it is?” You looked back at him, grinning. “Give you some competition…” You winked, then turned and started heading up the stairs. “Good luck out there, cowboy…”

He chuckled and pushed off the railing, “Ain’t gon’ need it darlin’! I’ve got a date on Friday night for you and me in the bag!” he shouted as you went up the stairs. 

You giggled and went back to sit with Ev and Tripp. They both were grinning and began nudging you as you all watched him return to his horse. 

After catching the two of them up on your conversation with Joel, you sat back and watched as he and Moonshine entered the pen where they were in before being released.

He found you again and smiled, nodding his head at you before looking down and tying his hand where it needed to go to prepare for the bucking.

While this happened, the announcer shouted throughout the arena, “Alright, alright! Our next competitor is this year's National Champion! He just returned home from travelin’ upstate for nationals… please help me give a huge warm welcome to our hometown champ– Joel Miller!” 

The crowd went wild and you instantly turned red, “Oh fuck me…” 

Tripp leaned over and muttered, “Oh, I fear he will be now…” 

You swatted his arm and gasped, “Tripp!” 

He chuckled and looked at Everly. “Am I wrong?!” he shouted over the crowd, grinning. 

Everly looked at you and shook her head, giggling, “Girl, looks like you’ve got a date this weekend.” 

You looked out towards the arena and couldn’t help but smile, chuckling, “I guess I do…” 

—

As expected, Joel placed first in the bare-bucking competition, out-running the competition by a landslide. 

Watching him compete and win was exhilarating to watch. He was meant to be on a horse. He was also meant to be a cowboy, the way he looked in that damn hat should be a sin.

As the arena started to clear, Joel came walking over after putting Moonshine back in the barn, smiling widely, presenting the new belt buckle he now had on himself.

Everly and Tripp chuckled, seeing him beam, and stood up. Tripp touched your shoulder and said, “We’ll be at the top when you’re done.”

They smiled politely and nodded at Joel before they made their way up the steps. 

Joel smiled warmly and tipped his hat to them before looking up at you as he stood with his leg placed on the bleacher below you, leaning on his knee, “So, sweetheart, what time should I pick you up Friday evenin’?” he looked up at you with soft brown eyes. 

You leaned your elbows on your knees and raised your eyebrow. “Not so fast. You didn’t say you were the national champion!” You tilted your head. “You knew you’d win today…” You grinned. “Now, I think that’s a little bit of an unfair advantage you had there, cowboy.” 

He chuckled and reached up to gently mess with the hem of your dress, looking down, “Maybe I was keepin’ that little fact to m’self…” he looked back up, “That way I knew there would be a guarantee of takin’ you out…” 

You blushed and pursed your lips together, looking away for a second with a smile so wide your cheeks hurt. 

He watched you glow in front of him with the smile you had on your face. He felt his heart pounding against his chest. He’d been on bulls' backs, in bar fights, tamed wild horses, and in some of the most dangerous adrenaline high situations– but nothing made his heart beat this fast and strong like being around you. 

You looked back at him and bit the inside of your cheek, smiling still. “Pick me up at 7.” You stood up and looked down at him, holding out your hand. “Give me your phone…” 

He chuckled and stood straight, looking at you. “Pardon?” 

You giggled, “Do you want my number or not?” 

“Oh.” he smiled and pulled his phone out of his back pocket, unlocking it and holding it up to you, “Yes, please…” 

You gently took it and put your number in, playfully looking at him every few seconds, blushing. 

He smirked and swiped his finger across his bottom lip, his eyes momentarily looking at your body from top to bottom. "By the way, I like this dress on you. You look beautiful.” 

You smiled at him and handed his phone back to him. “Text me later, I’ll send you my address and a photo for my profile pic…” you winked. 

He took his phone but damn near dropped it with your last comment. His cheeks now turned a shade of pink, and he chuckled nervously. “I’ll text ya when I get home…” he looked down at his phone with your contact info on it, shyly. 

You giggled at his reaction and nodded, “Good.” You then gathered your things and started to head up the stairs. “Congrats, by the way—on the national title,” you smiled. 

He looked up and smiled warmly, “Thank you darlin’.” 

You nodded and went up a few more stairs before turning back and shyly saying, “I would have gone out with you win or lose, you know?” You grinned and tilted your head cutely. “However, I’m glad to know I’ll be goin’ out with a county and national champion now…” You winked and then turned to continue up the stairs. 

He chuckled and looked up at you. “You get to go out with a champ, and I get to go out with the prettiest girl in the world— I call that a win-win...”

You blushed and kept walking, shouting behind you, “Stop bein’ a flirt and go home so you can text me, cowboy!” You smiled to yourself, reaching the top. 

He tipped his hat and chuckled, “Say less, darlin’...” Then he smiled as he hurried down the steps and jogged back to the barn to pack everything up as quickly as possible. 

When you got home, you headed to your room to change into something more comfortable. Your legs felt filthy, as a layer of sunscreen and dirt from the fairgrounds covered them.

You start the shower and play soft music when you hear a ding from your phone. 

You walked over and picked it up, seeing an unknown number had texted you, 

‘Hey sweetheart, it’s Trout. 🎣’ 

You chuckled and realized it was Joel. You saved his number and typed back, 

‘Hey there, cowboy. Get home safely?’ 

Almost instantly, a message appeared, 

‘Safely and as quick as I could– what are you up to?’ 

You were stripped naked as you were about to shower. You typed back, 

‘Just about to hop in the shower…’ 

You grinned, then put your cowgirl hat back on. 

You then stood so that your silhouette shone against the wall from the setting sun. You held up your phone and snapped a photo. It perfectly sent a clear message but kept him on his toes. 

You then sent the photo with the text, 

‘Here’s that profile pic I promised you. 💗 Send one back?’ 

A few moments later, you heard your phone ding again, 

‘Forgive me sweetheart– but damn! 😍’

You giggled and typed, 

‘Come on! Send one of you, handsome! One with your hat! ;)’

‘...’ was displayed for a few minutes before a picture of him in the mirror with his cowboy hat on and black button-up partially undone by the collar, smiling with his dimples, came up on your screen.

‘I’ll send you a better one after my shower, how ‘bout that?’ 

You chuckled and set it to his profile picture before typing back, 

‘Deal. Let’s both get today's grime off, and then we can send updated photos? 💗’

‘Deal. I’ll text you when I’m done, but take your time. I’ll be here, cariño.’ (Darling)

You blushed and set your phone down before hopping into the shower, smiling as you thought over the events of the past few hours. 

—

When you got out, your sister knocked on your door, telling you to come downstairs. She said that your dad said it was important, but she sounded somewhat annoyed by the urgency she was told to imply. 

You hurried and got dressed in jeans and an oversized sweater. The way she sounded annoyed made you anticipate the worst. Knowing your dad, he had frequently annoyed both you and your sister with antics, more so lately than ever. 

When you went downstairs, you saw that your dad had prepared a feast celebrating Wes’s win for both events he was in. Friends and family buzzed about the house, excited to celebrate Wes and his hard work. 

You looked at Everly, and the both of you took a breath and hopped into the mix to socialize. 

You both put on fake smiles and masked how you were truly feeling. This wasn’t about your dad; this was for Wes. Who you both wanted to celebrate and who deserved this, no matter how you both felt about your dad. 

You texted Joel when you had a moment,

‘Hey, so something came up after my shower with my family. I’ll text you after it’s all done. 💗’

You put your phone in your back pocket and focused on celebrating your little brother, who you were so proud of. 

—

At the end, after everyone had gone home, you were in the kitchen starting to wash the dishes. You had texted Joel to call you in 5 minutes as you would be done then.

Everly was cleaning up the living room, and Wes went out with friends when your dad came in and cleared his throat. “Ev tells me you might have met someone today…” he probed.

You turned your head to look at him and nodded, keeping your reaction as minimal as possible, “Yeah, she’s right. I’ve got a date this weekend.” You pursed your lips into a tight smile and looked back to the soapy water. 

“Who is it? Maybe I know ‘em…” he leaned against the counter, his arms folded, holding his beer, letting a small smile stretch across his lips. 

You took a moment before speaking up, debating whether or not to tell him. He always stuck his nose in your business; for once, you wanted things to be somewhat private. However, you knew if you didn’t say anything, it would end up in a fight more major than it will be with what you were about to say. 

You chose to bite the bullet and say ‘Fuck it.’ A fight with him wasn’t something new– bring it on.

“Santi’s boy, Joel.” Thinking about him, you smiled but fixed your gaze on the water. 

“Nah, no, you’re not goin’ out with him,” he said in a tone that made you think he was joking. 

You lightly chuckled and turned your head to look at him. “Yes, I am! Why not?” you smiled. “Is it hard to think I can swing one of the Miller brothers?” you joked back. 

His face turned neutral. “I’m serious. You’re not goin’ out with Joel Miller. You know how I feel about that family.” he pushed off the counter and rolled his eyes at you as he took a swig of the beer. 

Your smile dissolved, and you stood there momentarily, processing what he just said. 

After absorbing it, you shook the suds off your hands and grabbed the dish towel to dry your hands, raising your eyebrow at him, “I’m sorry, I must’ve miss the part where you have a say in this dad… forgive me but am I not a grown ass woman and don’t need your permission to date someone...” you challenged. 

He scoffed and looked at you, wanting to dig at you, “Well, you certainly aren’t a grown woman if you have to run home when your fiance makes a little accident.” 

You clenched your jaw at that and threw the towel onto the counter. “An accident?” you bit out harshly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d consider cheating an ‘accident’, Dad.” you shook your head in disbelief and looked back at him, “Did you ever do that to Mom? Was it valid enough to be unfaithful to her because it was an ‘accident’ to you?” you dug back. 

He looked at you, and you knew immediately you had tapped on a nerve. The pride you felt was one of the best feelings in the world. You rarely found a nerve, but it was blissful when you did in moments like these.

You tilted your head, getting cocky. “Oh? That seemed to get to you.” You grinned. “Well, guess what, Dad? I don’t give a damn what you say, think or want. It’s my life.” you said firmly. 

He looked down at the ground, then back at you. “You know the Millers are nothing but bad news.” 

“No, Dad. The Millers are bad news because your granddad said they were bad news back in his day. Then he created an unfair, false narrative that has spread to you – come on?" You chuckled mockingly and started to walk up to him. 

“Joel and Tommy were some of the most hardworking and kind boys when I went to high school with them.” You paused and looked at him, your breath catching in your throat. “And their dad?” you paused, “Santi brought us a meal when Mom died, Dad.” You teared up and shook your head, shrugging off anger you were starting to feel. “How can that be bad news?” you choked out.

He looked down at you and clenched his jaw before huffing a breath through his nostrils. “They are nothing but liars and cheats.” he said lowly. 

You felt another heat of anger crawl up your back and needed to step away. “Liars and cheats or just better than you when it came to competition?” You shook your head and went to walk past him. “You’ve always been a poor loser.” you muttered.

He grabbed your arm and turned you to face him roughly. “You’ll treat me with respect, young lady. Got it?” The smell of alcohol immediately hit you from his hot breath that was inches from your face. 

He’d never touched you like this. Never once laid a finger on any of you. You two always would argue or have yelling matches, but he never touched you. 

Your blood ran cold, and your breath became shaky.

You swallowed and looked up at him, eyes filled with fear. “Dad, let go of me…” 

He realized what he had done, seeing the look in your eyes. His eyes softened, and he slowly and softly let go of your arm. “I… God, I’m so sorry.” 

You quickly stepped away from him, holding onto your arm. Your heart was pounding, your adrenaline was pumping, and your mind was racing at what had just happened. 

Your phone dinged in your pocket before it started ringing. 

You pulled it out of your pocket to see Joel’s picture he’d sent you earlier across your screen. 

His dimpled smile instantly calms your nerves and washes a warmth over you. 

You looked up at your dad and clenched your jaw before flatly saying, “Night, Dad.” 

You quickly left the kitchen and ran upstairs to your room to answer the call. 

As soon as your door was shut, you answered the call.

“Hey…” You melted against the door, sliding down to your floor, holding your head in your hand.

“Hey darlin’...” he softly said. You could hear the smile plastered on his face through the phone, instantly making you smile. 

“Sorry about earlier– how’s your night been?” you asked softly. 

“No need to apologize. You had family come up! Nothin’ matters more than that, right?”

You swallowed and sighed softly, closing your eyes and leaning against the door. “Right…” 

He noticed the slight shift in your voice. “Everythin’ ok?” 

“Yeah, just a long night and an even longer story…” you softly chuckled. 

He hummed, “Need to pillow it out?” 

You giggled softly. “Pillow it out?” 

He chuckled, “You know, yell into a pillow or beat the shit out of one?” 

Your giggle grew, and you stood up, walking over to your bed, “‘Pillow it out’… that’s got to go on a t-shirt.” 

He chuckled, hearing your giggle, his stomach erupting with butterflies again. 

You smiled while lying in bed. “So, screaming into a pillow or hitting one? That helps?” 

“It did growing up and has come into use in my later years, I will confess…” he chuckled softly. 

You smiled and hummed, “Well tonight I think just hearin’ your voice is doin’ the trick.” You blushed. 

There was a pause, then he softly spoke, “Why don’t we move up our date to tomorrow?” he said abruptly. 

You chuckled, “Don’t you compete tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, and?” he chuckled. “Come cheer for me. Afterwards, you and I can go to the fair and watch the fireworks. It’ll be fun!” There was another small pause. “And if I’m bein’ honest, I don’t think I can wait two more days to take you out or to see you again…” 

You smiled and blushed, putting your pillow over your face and squealing into it, muting the phone. 

“Hello?” he said after a moment of silence. “Querida?” 

You came onto the phone and smiled, trying to act cool. “Sorry, I, uh, dropped the phone.” You bit your lip as you grinned, “Um, yes. Tomorrow it is.” 

He chuckled and smiled brightly, “Tomorrow then.” he bit his lip then cleared his throat, “Well then, with that being said, I’m going to go get some sleep. I’ve got an early morning. I’ll come see you before my event, ok?” 

You blushed and lightly bit your nail shyly. “Ok…” 

He chuckled again and took a deep breath, “Goodnight darlin’...” 

You sat up and smiled. “Night, cowboy, sweet dreams.” 

Next Chapter

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[lostatsea-blog]

Take Me Home

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Admiring Alexia across the club

(The Spanish in this is google translate so I apologise if it is wrong)

Take Me Home

You asked the taxi driver to drop you off one street away from the club. You wanted to make sure you could sneak in without being seen by any of your teammates. After paying the driver, you slipped out onto the pavement and already you could feel the thrum of the music; the vibration of the base making your spine tingle. As you neared the front you could hear mindless chatter and laughter from the drunk people who had made their way outside for some fresh air. You paused on the corner with a clear view of the front entrance to make sure that none of the gathered crowd were people you knew. Certain that you were safe from knowing eyes, you approached the main entrance; the dim lighting both outside and inside allowing you to pass through unseen with a simple nod from one of the security guards.

Once inside, the thrum of the music and the fluid movements of the gathered party goers allowed you to move unobtrusively until you found a small table in the corner. Sitting down, you began to scan the room searching through the crowds of people at the bar and on the dancefloor until you spotted the striking beauty you had been looking for. Your heart rate sored as you watched her throw her head back and laugh at something Patri said. Her laugh exposed the tanned skin of her neck and you imagined how good it would feel to attach your lips to it and hear that breathy moan as she pressed closer to you. It wasn’t often that you had a chance to just watch her so this opportunity filled you with excitement.

Scanning the room you realised that yours were not the only eyes watching the beautiful blond and that knowledge made you chuckle. You couldn’t blame them for being drawn to her beauty and her charm but you knew with certainty that any attempt they made to get her attention would be politely turned away. The team were all scattered around the club: some at the bar, some on the dancefloor and some attempting to pick up and bedmate for the night. When Patri drained her glass and headed towards the bar, one of the blond woman’s admirers plucked up the courage to make a move. You laughed to yourself as the Spanish beauty smiled politely before muttering something that sent them scurrying back to their table, head down and cheeks pink.

Deciding you had watched for long enough you stood and moved towards her. You moved stealthily around the edges of the club, keeping to the shadows not yet ready to be seen by her. You managed to sneak up behind her and slipped your arms around her waist, she tensed but quickly relaxed as you whispered, “Has anyone ever told you that you look just like Alexia Putellas?” She spun quickly in your arms her face breaking into the most breathtaking smile before she threw her arms around your neck.

“¿Cómo estás aquí? dijiste mañana!” (How are you here? You said tomorrow)

“I wanted to surprise you” You whispered more than willing to accept the kiss that she leaned in for. It had been three weeks since you had seen each other in person with both of you attending your respective international camps. You had stayed in England an extra week to catch up with your family who you had not seen in months. While you had spoken to each other every day, it didn’t compare to the feeling of having her warm body in your arms while she attempted to mould herself to you. She leaned in for another kiss, this one longer and more intense; her lips fought you for dominance sending electricity straight to your core

 “Te he extrañado mucho. Llévame a casa.” (I have missed you so much. Take me home) she demanded with a seductive smile. In that moment you were at her will and would do anything she demanded.

Would anyone be interested in a part 2 - What happen when they get home?

[nova2kss]

Lip gloss

pairing: dominican!connie springer x black fem!reader

cumtent warning : Constance using his cum as you're lip gloss, blowjob, spit play,dirty talk, cursing, connie moaning like a lil bitch lmfaoao, some spanish (blame google translate if sum wrong), pet names, usage of daddy once, lmk if i miss anything

novas notes: MINORS DNI, this is 100% inspired by @cottonconnielvr , as always, its not proofread, support this blog , and support black writers.

"A-aughh shit" connie moaned out.

one of his tatted hands wrapped around you're throat, the other around the base of cock sloppily pulling his throbbing tip from the back of you're sore throat.

you licked under his tip looking him dead in his eyes

you watched as his face contorted into pure pleasure, as you went down as far as you can, gagging from all the saliva used to lubricate his dick, whatever you couldn't fit down your throat was being stroked by his hand.

his mouth went agape when you hummed against him, you felt his hand tighten around you're butterfly locs that he now had in a tight fist thrusting into your mouth.

you fucked him back with you're mouth watching him whine out

you released him with a pop before spitting all over his dick from tip to base.

" mhmm, i love t-thaa.. shit mamiii" he moanded with his head thrown back, he released your hair to grab the fabric behind him, desperately craving his release.

you looked at him while slowly running you're mouth down to his balls, you licked them before sucking on them which made him shiver

"yea..you like that" you responded to his admiring the fact that you had somone that was displayed as a hard ass gangster that most people feared whimpering for you right now.

he moaned thrusting into your mouth once again, he was getting louder by the second

"Esta v-viniendo"

" take it daddy....use my throat"

he grabbed the back of your head pushing you down his length making your nose touch his pelvis

"mumphh....auh"

" oh shit...oh shittt..Ohhh ahhh"

he pulled you up stroking his shaft

his eyes were closed as he muttered meaningless pleas, his hot spurts of cum landing straight onto your thick lips before spreading his semen all on your lips.

he laughed looking at you which made you laugh closed mouth since you didn't want it to fall off

" you look so pretty with your new lip gloss"

[xentualzzz]

surprise

pairing: E42!Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

summary: you give Miles a surprise. 😏😏

warnings: kissing, use of papi and mami, miles is aged up to 19, reader is 18. undressing but not too crazy. i think that's it.

miles: purple

you: pink

rio: blue

uncle aaron: green

a/n: this is connected to my last post late night shopping

a/n: i got the Spanish from google translate, so if somethings wrong, blame google translate not me. also, please give me feedback on what you think about it and things i could do better!

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the surprise:

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Miles was sitting on his bed with his eyes closed.

You were still trying get your dress on.

He was just waiting for that surprise you had for him.

~

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"Mami."

"Yes??"

"Are you almost done?"

"Yeah almost, give me 2 more minutes."

Miles sighed.

He was SOO impatient.

You got this tight purple dress just for him.

I mean purple suits him right?

That's why you got it.

Anything for him.

~

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"Okay."

"I can open my eyes now?"

"Yeah."

He opened his eyes.

He was so lost in how beautiful you looked.

How the dress hugged your curves, your waist looking snatched, and your hair.

Heaven.

"So? What do you think?"

He stood up and walked up to you.

He took your right hand raised it.

"Spin for me."

You did a quick turn.

"Mami."

"A little slower."

His half lidded eyes..

'oh gosh why did he say it like that.'

You spun again, but a lot slower.

Miles was just staring at your ass the whole time.

He let go of your hand and put his hands of your waist.

His hands slowly gliding to your ass.

You put your arms around his neck.

"Te ves hermosa Mami."

(you look beautiful mami.)

"Gracias Papi."

"But.. I think the dress would look a lot better on my fl-"

"Miles."

You both chuckled.

"You tryna have a little bit of fun tonight Mami?"

You gave him a small smile.

"Always."

He pressed his soft lips against yours.

You kissed him back.

He is such a gentle kisser.

He put his hands underneath your thighs and dropped you on his dresser.

You wrapped your legs around his waist.

Things were starting to get wild pretty quickly.

His mom yelled from the kitchen.

"¿Está todo bien ahí arriba Miles?"

(is everything alright up there Miles?)

"Yeah I'm fine!"

Miles yelled back.

"Rio."

"I think Miles finna rail his girl."

"How do you know?"

"I have some.. experience."

"Aaron. What the hell."

Back to you and Miles.

He kissed you again.

He slid his tongue into your mouth when he got the chance.

You let out a little whimper.

He was exploring every part of your mouth.

He started to slide the purple straps off your shoulder.

"Wait."

"Wait."

"Wait."

You pulled away.

"What is it Mami?"

"Miles it's like 11 at night won't we get tired?"

"Don't worry Mami."

"I can go all night."

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a/n: stop why did i giggle a lil bit while writing this.

a/n: also soon, i might be writing some Gwen Stacy and 1610!Miles stories in a bit too.

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[nemonihilominus]

Is This Good Latin? Agatha All Along Edition #4

This one, I thought, is gonna be short, since so far all the spells were pretty good when it comes to Latin. So spoiler alert, this one is a little bit more complicated. Vamonos.

Creating flying brooms

This one I did not catch. And I tried so hard! Finally I surrendered and Googled it (I admit I did not even try last time because from my CAOS days I did not expect to find anything lol). Reddit tells us that the spell goes like this.

Brote dilecta aperio viam.

Reddit also gives some sort of translation but I don't know if it's the official intended one, so I will tell you, but take it with a big grain of salt:

I open the way to the beloved bud.

So I can tell you right away this does not match what we see in Latin. At least not completely. aperio viam is okay. aperio comes from aperire (to open) and it is first personal singular (I). It requires direct object in accusative, which viam (the way or road) is. So far so good.

But watch, here comes a big revelation – brote is not Latin at all. It is in fact Spanish. It looks Latin enough and even the ending resembles one type of Latin nouns, so I guess we can use it. According to Wiktionary (and a Catalan Etymology site), the word is originally from Gaulish, which is very cool! It means "sprout or bud". dilecta means "esteemed" or "beloved".

NOTE: The following paragraph is basically a critique of the reddit translation and says nothing about the quality of the Latin phrase itself. I just thought I would explain why it doesn't work, because some of you reading this might find it interesting.

Brote dilecta definitely does not mean "to the beloved bud", because "to" would require a dative case in Latin (broti dilectae; note: broti is completely hypothetical, I decided I will treat brote as 3rd declension, so that's where I got the ending). While broti could have been intended originally, it is possible the actors simply pronounced it wrong, which I wouldn't blame them for. I am almost 100% sure that dilecta ended with -a though, so I am not inclined to say it was supposed to be dative.

As it stand, brote dilecta must be an ablative singular and the meaning therefore would be

I open the road with the beloved sprout.

I think it makes sense in the situation.

I also have an alternative this time. More after a gif break.

While watching I did not hear the first and last word well but I thought I did hear the second word pretty clearly, so I also propose an alternative:

Brote delecta aperio viam.

This one would mean:

I open the way with the chosen sprout.

While "beloved" (dilecta) sounds pretty, I don't think the DIY brooms are loved by anyone at that point. The materials, "the sprouts", were chosen however, plucked off even, which is exactly what delecta means.

BONUS: While browsing the tag I saw someone saying that the phrase actually means "Beloved, I open the way with a bud.", which we could do if we switched the word order to make it more probable. Maybe something like this?

Brote aperio viam, dilecta.

In conclusion, this is not a bad Latin, but not all of it is Latin, which is a first for me, exciting!

[eliikjii]

-Get yourself a grumpy cat partner,huh?

-Tell me about it, brother.

I used Google translator so if the Spanish is wrong don't blame me😅

[bes-ton]

Godless Star chapter two: in between

master list

summary: lance wakes up and makes a place for himself on the ship, then gets kidnaped again.

note: my Spanish is rancid and i used google translate, the key is at the end of the fic

warnings: domestic violence, panic attack, puking, kidnaping, torture (they are trying), general angst,

Screaming from neighbors was a common occurrence for many people but when your neighbors are relatives it gets everyone curious, if not worried. But all three occupants are happy, loving, and healthy. When asked Marco would always dismiss it or blame himself for the arguments. 

The entire family was gathered for a dinner under a clear night sky. Marco, Olivia and baby Isabel were there with the rest of the family for once. 

Olivia was from Maine and only heard about Cuba in history class before she met Marco on a trip to Florida, she loved explaining what she knew of Cuba’s history to the family, like they didn’t know their own history despite the older generations actually living through the events. 

“Oh, Marco, mijo, Cómo estás?” Mrs. McClain asked with worry etched on her face like carved stone. Grabbing Marco’s arms and face to check him over. 

“lo estoy haciendo bien, ma” Marco said fondly, taking his arms from her hands. Olivia hadn’t liked that giving a hard glare. 

“Maria why are you fussing over my husband like I abuse him?” Olivia asked with a pointed look. Mumbles of “oh brother” “here we go again” and the occasional “can we have one family meal without this?” 

“It’s not like women can even abuse men, and if he ever tried I would come at him with my frying pan.” Ending her statement with a smirk, with that she walked away. 

“Esa demonio mujer” muttered Luis, his wife Lisa gave him a half-assed glare for that. Little Isabel waddled Over to her papa and made grabby hands trying to say “arriba” and those around her coo’d, the tension forgotten. 

Dinner proceeded as normal, the kids taking to long to sit down and being threatened with cold food, prayer being interrupted for many reasons, to finally passing food around the giant table. Lance was sat between Rachel and Marco who had baby Isabel on Marcos other side. Halfway through the meal Marco stopped eating. That wasn’t normal. 

Lance looked around to see if anyone was listening or looking in his general direction, no one was. Lance was trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say without sounding like a lunatic. I can’t just say the buzzing in my hand when I hug you isn’t like the buzzing it was when I hugged you two days from yesterday! Lance was really confused on how to approach this topic with his brother. 

Marco realized Lance wanted to ask him something, but it was funny to just watch his facial expressions as he tried to ask. 

“What’s up little man? You seem worried.” Marco asked in a quiet voice, he noticed how Lance looked around before trying to ask so he kept quiet. Lances royal blue eyes shot up to meet his own Carmel brown. 

“Your not okay and I don’t know how to show I know, because what I want to say is loco. I think you should got to the hop- hosp- gah el, los enfermos sitio. ” Lance’s voice wavered at the end, but he got his point across. 

“Well, I don’t think you are crazy, but I know you know things without a reason so can you explain?” Marco silenced Lance’s worries and asked what he was dying to know. 

The McClain family noticed Lance’s gift from a young age, with predicting of things from what happens the next day like weather to events years in the future. Getting a one on one prediction was either a blessing or a warning. Based of the need of a hospital visit, Marco was sure something was actually wrong. 

“When I hug you - wait do you mean explain how I know?” Lance asked, paused and then said “it’s nice that you don’t think I’m crazy.” 

That pulled a chuckle from Marco, he made a big deal of humming in contemplation nodded and looked to Lance. “If you want to explain why you think I should go to the doctor, and how you know something is wrong. Marco offered. Unbeknownst to Lance,  what Marco said gained the attention of a few family members al curious as to how Lance knows things. 

“Um well, when I hug people, or touch people it’s like a buzzing under my skin. Not in a weird way! Like when mama plays music so loud you feel it? Yah that feeling, people have a color around them to like glowing… but not at the same time?” Lance took a deep breath, more people were paying attention now. “Like the color is on your skin but hovering? Anyway when I hugged you, you nom-normally have a really strong buzz like Veronica, Luis, and others, but you buzz was smaller like grandma E. before she went to the doctor and got better!” That revelation had people gasping and looking at each other in worry, grandma E. was in the hospital after a stroke. 

“But instead of no color around your head like grandma, you have no color around your belly. Oh your color is like a purple blue, it’s nice to look at.” Lance ended his little speech with a smile. 

Rachel, Lances older twin, whipped her head around and gave Lance a hard look, moved her head to look at her mother and said. 

“Do people really not have that every day? No feeling other people’s feelings when you hug or seeing their colors fade when ignored ?” The expression on her face said it all, what she saw as a basic part of her everyday life was somehow odd or magical. 

The table burst out in whispers, some of them were shouts, “Of course, both twins have complimentary gifts!” Many nodded their heads in agreement. Luis looked around the table and stood up, gesturing for his older brother to join him. 

“I’m going to drive Marco to the hospital, we will tell you the results as soon as possible, cmon.” 

“you all believe that bullshit!” Olivia broke out from her stunned silence. 

“I know you are going to lose custody and go back to America after the divorce.” Lance said with a righteous attitude, and a smug smile. 

“What divorce?“ Asked Marco, concern painting his face. Olivia was red as a tomato from embarrassment, or anger, it was hard to tell. 

“I only thought about that a few months ago! I never told anyone, how do you know that?“ all poise had left her body as she went on a rampage of incoherent screams. 

“My dreams.” Was the only answer given from Lance as he started playing with baby Isabel with his twin. 

Later they found out that Olivia had been hitting Marco in the stomach with a frying pan, and as a result had caused hematoma in the liver. Sadly, when the divorce papers and restraining order were served, baby Isabel was with Olivia meaning no one could get to her until after the custody agreement was made. 

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Lances first thought after seeing the broken panel was a long list of cuss words on repeat that would have his grandmother rolling in her grave. 

The room was getting smaller as his breathing got heavier, his thoughts passed through his head mile a minute, breath! BREATH! Nothing worked. The real panic set in, no food, no way of communicating to the castle, no way to know where he was headed. Lances chest moved in a poor mimicry of breathing, he wasn’t dry heaving but his body was going through the motions. How did he get here, where is here, he has no water, No way to communicate his family- the team. Lance’s breathing stopped, his thoughts slowed from a rampaging waterfall to a trickling stream. 

Lance rose from his place on the floor to his knees. when did I get on the floor? He took a deep breath, which was oddly easy given what happened. 

The team has allura to pilot blue, and Keith is back in red so I was extra. Did they throw me in here? I won’t put it past them I was a horrible paladin.

Looking around the pod Lance realized it was actually pretty spacious. It was big enough for a loft that was probably for storage. He had been on the floor when he woke up and there wasn’t a bed. As he was in the front of the ship. He was farthest from the airlock door, and in front of the control panel was what looked like glass, but the gold shine hinted otherwise. On the right wall had a door under the loft, and closer to him was a screen the size of an average flat screen T.V. and to the left of him was a wall of cabinets, a shelf and under that more cabinets. 

Lance knew standing up would be problem, the nausea from just being on his knees was a lot already. He decided to just shuffle over to the mystery door, inside was a toilet and sanitizer. If I’m going to throw up I might as well do it in the toilet. Resigned to his fate he stood up. 

Grabbing the counter Lance pulled himself up. The effect was immediate. Tremors wracked his body, gagging on nothing till something came up. 

0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0

Lance stayed in the bathroom for a while after in case it would happen again.  It didn’t. Sighing he stood up without the excessive need to puke thankfully. Moving back to the main room he shuffled to the wall of cabinets and proceeded to open each and every one of them. 

7 packets of food 

1 bottle of the weird sanitizer 

4 blankets 

2 bottles of mystery liquid

And a set of typical Altean clothing 

Three pads of paper 

2 pen like things 

And 2 med kits. 

Lance was fucked, if he had three meals a day the food would only last a two days and a breakfast, having two meals a day would last 3 1/2 days. So Lance resolved to only eat one packet a day. 

At least I won’t get cold with all the blankets. 

After putting everything back into the cabinets, Lance moved to the other side of the room and taped the screen. It lit up, half in a partial map of the general direction the ship was moving and the other half was a keyboard! Upon closer inspection, the keyboard was in Altean. 

Looking back to the map the trip would take 12 quintants or 14 days as 12quintants x 28 hours =336 hours and 336hours/24hours = 14 days. It was always kind of funny how people always thought Lance was dumb, as if he didn’t pass the garrison admission tests like everyone else.  This was going to be a pain in the ass to deal with. On top of everything his original plan of one food packet a day had to be halved! 

Lance decided to orient his circadian rhythm to the destination time and grabbed all four blankets and head up to sleep in the loft, using one blanket as a pillow, another as a cushion between the metal and his skin, with the last two to use as regular blankets. 

Day 1 2  - Lance managed to sleep for a whopping 20 hours meaning he woke up really hungry, after doing the calculations, he could technically eat a whole food packet as he didn’t eat one when he divided his portions. The food packets tasted a little better that the food good at the castle, it was probably some spice that was used as a preservative. For the rest of the 12 hour “day” period Lance wandered around the ship familiarizing herself everything he could. 

Day 3 - after eating and going to the bathroom, Lance mainly stared out at the void sometimes getting up to stretch. Lance did learn that if he swiped at the it would disappear and show a radar. It soon became part of his hourly routine. 

Day 4 - similar to day three his morning started out the same but instead of just sitting around all day he did a basic exercise routine from his early garrison days. The only difference was instead of trying to do everything as fast as possible Lance did parts of it every hour after checking the radar. 

Day 5 

Lance woke up to blaring alarms and a shaking ship. What type of fucked up turbulence is this? With a deep sigh he left the safety of the loft. Now able to stand he turned to the wall computer to look at the radar. 

“Well that’s just plain rude.” Lance’s voice was scratchy from lack of use. There was a big Galra ship that was shooting at him. It’s not like I can do anything until they get on the ship. Lance decided to just wait until they either explode or board his ship. 

It was another hour before they started to board. Lance decided hie wanted to have the element of surprise and got on the loft. When the first sentry came in Lance jumped it. The sentry thankfully had a gun and after a disappointing fight where he was easily overpowered, Lance found himself in an cell. 

Nursing a gunshot to the leg, he had to rip his pant leg to make a bandage. The cells next to him had to or three beings in each of them, and four cells down was an alien that was screaming and shaking the bars was causing a big ruckus. 

Stick it to the man. Eventually a big galra came and went bringing food to the others. And when he came to lances cell two more guards walked in. Big guy number 1 opened the cell door as big guys number 2 and 3 when to grab Lance. Unable to properly fight half starved and bleeding, Lance willingly went with them. 

The others haven’t even come to rescue me. To Lance nothing showed up on the radar and it had been probably over six days sense he woke up in the pod. They really abandoned me, if they were looking they would have found me by now. Lance didn’t even care to map out where the guards were taking him. 

Oh shit, Lance started struggling when he saw the room they brought him into. A god damn torture room. A Druid stood in the back of the room preparing something. Lance was able to twist out of one of the guards grip, and became more aggressive to the other guard. Lance forgot about the third guard. Lance felt a hand on the back of his neck and was throw on the floor. The next thing lance registered was that he was tied to the table and all three guards where walking out of the room. 

The Druid walked into Lances peripheral al with a knife and a syringe. With skill the Druid moved the knife to Lances neck, barely touching but still a threat. And stabbed Lance with the syringe and started chanting. 

The only thing Lance could register was blinding white hot pain. Thrashing violently until his arms and legs were tingling and twitching. The scream he had let out had the ship shaking, equipment fell to the floor and a cabinet fell. Lance could here the Druid curse in some foreign language. After Lance stoped screaming the Druid grabbed a golden liquid ad threw it on Lance yelling “DIE” 

Lance didn’t die, in fact he did the opposite, he healed. The burning sensation faded into a simmer and then to nothing. 

“What the fuck was that!” Lance screeched. The Druid proceeded to bolt to the other side of the room type on a computer and join some form of demented group call for haggar and her magic friend group. The Druid proceeded to shout something in the same foreign language as before and everyone shut up, haggar said something and the Druid grabbed another vile of the gold stuff and poured it out onto him. 

“WHY do you keep doing THAT!” Shocked screeching came from the call. 

The empty voice of haggar broke the chaos. “ I will be there soon, give him food.” And hung up.

Key (I used googling translate this time around I am sorry) Oh, Marco, mijo, Cómo estás? - oh Marco, darling, how are you? lo estoy haciendo bien, ma” - I am doing good (I don’t think that’s right tbh) Esa demonio mujer- that daemon woman (word reference) arriba - up el los enfermos sitio - the, the sick people place

[storytimewithnova]

Better than revenge

Author's Notes:

The rare pairs are *tsukihina *KuroOi *SakuAtsu With a polyship forming at the end

I use Spanish in this story No I don't know if it's a 100% accurate because I used Google Translate so if anything is wrong blame the translator aka google

In the sorry Not Sorry it's Over GC

Sho:🗣Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did  Ha, time for a little revenge 

Kei:What? Sunshine

Sho:🥱✋🏻

Kuroo:Ouch silenced by your girl dude

Tooru:🎶 The story starts when it was hot and it was summer And, I had it all I had him right there where I wanted him…🎶

Kuroo:Huh? Tooru

Omi:Hah couldn’t be me

Atsumu's thoughts💭 i need to knock your ego down so it could and is you

Atsu:🎶 he came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause he took him faster than you could say sabotage🎶

Omi: huh? Honey bee what do you mean?

Sho:🎶 I never saw it coming, nor would I have suspected it I underestimated just who I was dealing with🎶

Sho sent an image of Tsukishima kissing yamaguchi at their place a little on the beach  where they watch the sunset

Kei: ….

Kuroo:Dude thats low

Tooru's thoughts 💭TCH So are you get called out next bitch 

Tooru:🎶 he had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum he underestimated just who he was stealing from🎶

Tooru sent a video he took kuroo making out with kenma on their couch in their house

Omi:Dude you said tsukishima was low and you did the same thing 

Atsumu:💭so did you,you can't say shit Sakusa

Atsu:🎶 he's not a saint and he's not what you think he's an actress, whoa he's better known for the things that he does On the mattress, whoa🎶

Atsumu sent a picture similar to Tooru’s of sakusa making out with Ushijima in their shared bed

The three cheaters:…..

Sho:🎶 Soon he's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends🎶

Kei:Sunshine i am sorry

Sho:✋🏻

Atsu:🎶 he should keep in mind, he should keep in mind There is nothing I do better than revenge, ha🎶

Omi:But honey bee

Atsu:✋🏻

That lyric change though okay I’ve had to change the lyrics for describing Kenma

Tooru:@kuroo🎶 he looks at life like it's a game and he's on the leaderboard he looks at me like I'm an Enemy and he's so over it🎶

Kuroo:Tooru I-

Tooru:✋🏻

Sho:🎶 I think his ever present frown is a little troubling And, he thinks I'm psycho 'Cause I like to rhyme his name with things, but Sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go🎶

Atsu:🎶 Oh they didn't teach you that in prep school So it's up to me But no amount of vintage Shirts/dresses gives you dignity🎶

Tooru:🗣 Think about what you did

The three cheats: please let us-

Sho:✋🏻

Atsu:✋🏻

Tooru:✋🏻

Sho:🎶 he's not a saint and he's not what you think he's an actress, whoa he's better known for the things that he does On the mattress, whoa🎶

Kei:From what i heard you three are just the same 

Omi:I heard the same 

Kuroo:Yeah 

Narrator:man of little words Kuroo 

Me:Excuse me oi Get out of here you I thought I fired you:

Narrator:You did the bitch is back back aga-

Sho kicked the annoying narrator 

Sho:In The middle of something here anygays

Fourth wall has been mended we apologise for any inconvenience

Atsu:🙄🎶 Soon he's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends he should keep in mind, he should keep in mind There is nothing I do better than revenge, ha🎶

Tooru:🎶 I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at honey You might have him, but haven't you heard I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at honey You might have him, but I'll always get the last word Whoa🎶

Sho:🎶 he's not a saint and he's not what you think he's an actress, whoa he's better known for the things that he does On the mattress whoa🎶

Atsu:🎶 Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends he should keep in mind, he should keep in mind There is nothing I do better than revenge, ha🎶

Tooru:🎶 And do you still feel like you know what you're doing, 'Cause I don't think you do, oh Do you still feel like you know what you're doing I don't think you do, I don't think you do Let's hear the applause🎶

Sho:🎶 C'mon show me how much better you are See you deserve some applause 'Cause you'reso much better he took him faster than you could say sabotage🎶

Tooru:We’re done

Sho:We’re done

Atsu:We’re done

The cheaters: no it can’t be over 

Omi:Please atsu

The other two begged as well 

Sho:No guys we been hurt enough 

Atsu:And we know this isn’t the first time you cheated on us

Tooru:And if we agreed to take you back it wouldn’t be the last 

Kei:Sorry sunshine when i thought i got rid of my feeling for yams turns out they were still there and i acted on them

Omi:^wakatoshi

Kuroo:^Kenma but he is my childhood friend so i guess i am doomed to have the childhood friends to lovers trope

Sho:Looks that way just look after kenma he is Vulnerable and fragile at the best of times

Kuroo:No need to tell me twice chibi chan

Sho:Come on Tooru Atsu my Mother wants us 

Atsu:Tell auntie we’re coming 

Sho:Hai

Sho is offline

Tooru:Guess this is also good bye from me as well

Kuroo:What do you mean?

Tooru:Me and chibi are going to brazil volleyball 

Atsu:I said i will take a gap year to join you 

Tooru:Wait is auntie Yui okay with that 

Atsu:Yeah i am look after him -Yui

Tooru:Okay auntie

Sho is online 

Sho:Did i see Aunt Yui 

Atsu:Darling how are~yui

Sho:tía Yui muy bien solo atando algunos cabos perdidos antes de irnos a Brasil

Kei:Huh?!

Atsu:Oh, deshazte del ex novio infiel, querida sobrina, pásala genial en Brasil.~Yui

Sho:te lo agradeceremos tía

Omi:You know spanish

Sho:Yep its mine and Atsu’s first language

Atsu:Yep mom always makes us speak spanish around her 

Sho:Vamo vamo vamo 

Atsu:Okay

Tooru:Yeah we have to go 

3 servers logged out 

2 years later they are back and they are a throuple now  

Tooru:Sho honey taxi is here 

Sho:Thanks Tooru atsumu love have we got everything

Atsu:Yep here’s your bag 

Sho:Thanks hon

They got back home to japan and went to osamu’s onigri Restaurant where inconveniently the exes were

Osamu:Sis in law brother in law and brat when did yoh get back 

Sho:Just now sammy come hug me already

Osamu:Welcome home brazil has done wonders for you

Kei looked over and saw his ex girlfriend

Kei:😳

Sho:gracias cuñado

Osamu:Tooru look at you so mature and handsome now 

Tooru:cuñado me halagas

Osamu:You spanish has improved 

Tooru:realmente crees eso crees que la tía estaría impresionada

Osamu:Hai atsu come here i am proud of you and i love all three of you 

All three of them: Nosotros tambien te amamos osamu 

Kuroo:Kei kei 

Kei:Huh?

Omi:You okay man what you looking at

Kei:Our exes

They all look over they were all still speaking spanish

Kuroo:Have they been speaking Spanish this whole time

Kei:More or less yeah

Omi:What is The been saying

Kei:Sho has been calling him brother in law

Omi:WHAT?!

Kuroo:WHAT?!

Kei:So has kawa so my theory is they are a married throple now

Samu walked by and heard and he anwsered 

Osamu:Yes they are so leave them alone

The three cheaters:😞

The throuple went to see miya Yui and tell her how brazil was and show her they have improved their spanish which she was happy about they had a lovely day catching up with family in their new life as a married Throuple 

[proherokai]

beginning, middle, end - e-42!miles

100% based of the iconic A Different World wedding scene

if you haven’t watched it, what are you doing with your life??

posting another ver for e-1610!miles because i love both of my bookies 😚

warning: google translated spanish

got spiderverse themed divider from @//saradika

even though it’s not implied, this was written with a black!reader in place so take that as you will <3

this is the song the title is based off of, you don’t have to listen to it but i love it

what were you doing? why were you doing this ?

you’d bullshitted your way into a relationship that served more harm than it did good. it was just supposed to be a placeholder, it was supposed to make him jealous, make him come to his senses instead of the usual, you going to him. you wanted it differently, but when 1 month turned into 1 year and that turned into 3…you knew he wasn’t going to come to you. he didn’t care as much as you thought or maybe his ego

the walk down the aisle was heart wrenching, and agonizingly slow. the big dress you wore felt like one hundred bricks and the eyes of everyone on you in the altar made it all the more worse. you had to force yourself to control your breathing as you neared your groom.

you want this. you want this. you want this.

you do not want this.

you want something completely different. you want someone completely different.

“you look beautiful, my love.” your groom said as he smiled. the name sounded so much different in english.

you gave him a small smile, not wanting to use your voice.

the preacher went on and on, the usual stuff about weddings and holy matrimony, but all you could think about was the man that you were not marrying, the man who had too much pride to right his wrongs, the man who gave you a goddamn headache, the man you wanted to just strangle until he got his sense returned to him, the man whose smile was very rare to see but when you did see it, you wanted to cherish it forever.

goddamnit, you weren’t supposed to be thinking about him at your own wedding! you weren’t supposed to be thinking about any man at your wedding.

“i do.” your groom answered the preacher.

shiiiit.

the preacher turned to you and began to talk about sickness and in health for richer for poor the who spiel and all you could hear was your beating heart and then silence, complete silence. no preacher talking, no talking of the vows, just eerie silence.

“baby?” the groom asked as he looked at his fiancée.

you snapped out of your trance to look at him, “hm?” you asked.

“are you okay?” he muttered.

no, you weren’t okay, but how could you tell your groom that? what could you even blame it on? cold feet? wedding day jitters? miles? no. you couldn’t blame it on anything. anything but being in love with someone other than your fiancée.

the more you went on being silent, the congregation started to murmur amongst themselves. whispers of ‘will she, won’t she’ and many other murmurs that were driving you crazy.

“what’s going on?”

“yeah!”

“are you gonna marry the guy or what?!”

the voices made you more anxious, the thought of speaking right now sent shockwaves through your body and you felt your mind start to race—

“will you, ma?”

a voice louder than the rest spoke out. the voice you’d been waiting to hear for 3 years, the voice you’d heard in your dreams, the voice you had reminisced about, daydreamed about. you turned around to make sure you weren’t dreaming him, and thank god you weren’t.

even at a wedding, he still donned his limited edition jordan’s he never looked finer in a suit and tie.

“te amo, hermosa y si me tienes, quiero que seas mi esposa. sé que no estuve allí, lo siento por no venir, antes era demasiado orgullosa pero no puedo vivir sin ti, hermosa, estaré mejor—” (i love you, beautiful and if you'll have me, i want you to be my wife. i know i wasn't there, i'm sorry for not coming around, i was too prideful before but i can't live without you, hermosa, i'll be better—)

“what is he even saying? get him out of here!” your groom yelled as a bunch of his groomsmen went to go grab miles.

“i’m telling her she don’t need to be with your ugly ass—get the hell off me!” miles yelled out and a slur or curses in spanish. you were so far in your mind that you hadn’t noticed miles’ uncle, aaron, getting up to defend his nephew.

miles had yelled your name as they all pushed him backwards, towards the door.

“will you have me, miles, as your lawfully wedded husband from this day forth? to have and to hold in richer for poorer? baby please, please!”

“i do!” you blurted out, not even needing time to think about your answer. the whole congregation gasped.

“what?” your groom looked at you, wide eyes. he tugged your arm so that you’d focus on him instead of miles who was no longer being pushed toward the door but instead he was breathing heavy and staring at you while the men that had tried to drag him out had stopped to look at you, all eyes were on you and this time, and it didn’t feel anxiety inducing.

“she said ‘i do’!” someone from the congregation yelled.

“but who the hell to?” someone else replied

“i…i’m sorry. i can’t marry you.” the emphasis on ‘you’ should have told him everything you need to know. you looked back at miles and tugged your arm away from your wilted groom.

miles had tugged himself away from the groomsmen & stared at you. you practically ran to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and locked your lips together. he’d wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and turning you around.

to your surprise, most of the congregation applauded in celebration while the others left with the groom.

“well, is someone getting married or what?!” the preacher questioned.

“we are.” miles responded back as pulled away from you and set you down, grabbing your hand & making your way to the altar.

“by the power vested in me i now pronounce you man and wife you—“ miles had already leaned you over to kiss you before the preacher could finish his sentence. “—may now kiss the bride.” the preacher finished quickly. everyone clapped and cheered, you could see the cameras flash behind your closed eyes.

now this is what you wanted.

miles pulled you back up & looked at you with such love and affection.

“mi esposa.” he said to you before picking you up bridal style, causing you to giggle, and taking off down the altar.

this is definitely what you wanted.

©️ 2023 BL00DSUCCKER

[cuddl3s4shur1]

•“𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄?“•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐:𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:You and hobie where dating .After one big argurment who knew that he would almost lose you and your earth...

𝐀/𝐍:I Literally love this idea so much , if the Spanish and or British slang is wrong 1. Blame google and google translate.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Angst , arguing mention of atsv characters , due to me knowing the knowledge of prowler miles age HE IS AGED UP TO 21.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲:She aware that I’m watching so she Gon put on a show -She Knows Remix by Ne-Yo

It had been 3 days since Spot had got rid of your earth for good. Before it was officially gone You and Hobie got items you loved.

You guys would get two different Flats. His would of course be right across from yours.

You and Hobie haven't really been on speaking terms due to the argument on the balcony. He has seen you around on several occasions it is obvious. Yall have the same occupation and live in the same Flat.

He try’s to see you more by playing the electric guitar late,so he can see you before he decides to go to bed . No matter how many times you complain he’s happy to see you .

Hobie happened to be on a mission while you where in your flat.

You weren’t on the mission due to you telling Miguel to remove him off of your partner list.Your Not on his partner list and he’s not yours.

When he heard the news about it he wondered why you did it. You only had one sentence on why you did it.

“To Fight My Own Battles”

He would roll his eyes at you saying his words back to him . Yes you were petty , who wouldn’t?

Right Now it was the afternoon soon it was going to become night . You where on your couch watching living single .

You hear a knock at your door . “Do I really wanna answer the door “ you question yourself.

The person beings to knock louder than the first time .

You take the blanket off your body . You walk to the door in your crop top and comfortable sweatpants.

They knock louder than they both times continue. “I’m coming ok “ you yell to them .You walk to the door , you begin to unlock the door and open it for the person. “What is it” you ask them in a unfriendly manner.

“.¿Porque estas siendo tan descarada“(Why are you being so cheeky) you friend maya asks.

“ah maya que haces aqui”(Oh, Maya, what are you doing here? )you ask her

“no puedo extrañar a mi mejor amigo”(I can’t miss my bestfriend). She asks you

“sabes que no quise decir eso entra”. (You know I didn’t mean it like that , come in) . You tell her , you open the door wide enough so she can come in .

“I know you not letting that lad take away your happiness “ she tells you .

“I’m not I just don’t wanna go out ,I still am technically taken “ you whine to her

“No excuses, bebe estas saliendo” (baby your going out ) She demands to you.

“Lemme guess your gonna rade my closet to see what you want me to wear “ you ask her

“correcta” (correct). She forces a smile and drags you to your bedroom . “I’m going to pick the outfit out because if I let you…” she shakes her head at the thought of your outfit.

“Hey I can dress! “ you tell her and laugh

“Sureeee” she says sarcastically

She begins to look through your closet , you had no idea what she was going to pick … she’s a fashion wild card .

No outfit she makes will be the same each outfit will be different.

“Ah ha “ she smiles as takes the outfit off the hanger .

“This is the … Outfit , go put it on “ she hands you the outfit- the first outfit

You go put the outfit on , you look in the mirror, it was complimenting your body and your skin. You walk out to show her the outfit.

“Oh yes , you’re wearing that , where some clear heels with that “ she smiles . You search around your room to find the heels. You find them and put the heels on . “Alright I’m finna get dressed and you can do your make up or whatever, than we leaving “ she says .

You do your makeup for a soft and natural look, you didn’t want your face to look like a whole new one . Once y put finished you looked around for a purse to match your outfit . You find the purse you where looking for . your friend is done with everything she wanted to do

Time to head out

You guys made it to the club, at first you didn't want to be there, you were only there because your friend was tired of noticing that you were slouching on the couch.

You walk around the club, chilling in the corner watching people have fun and laugh while your like “What am I doing here “ . Music starts to blast from different genres. Rnb to hip hop to afro beats back to rnb then to Latin Music.

You slowly made your way to the dance floor instead of just standing and looking like a creep. You start to dance and enjoy yourself. Many guys try to flirt with you and others are weird creeps.

The creeps take you to the bathroom, that'd when you put up a fight leaving them unconscious.

You walk out like nothing just happened

You go back to dancing catching an individual's eye. “Who's that,” he asks his friend “I don't know, it's my first time seeing her, “ they tell him.

He starts to become hesitate, did he want to say hi? Or did he wanna risk the fact of never seeing you again?

In that moment courage started to build in his body. He was going to ask you out!

He walked up to you “hola linda mami” (Hi pretty mommy ) .

She looks around trying to see who the random male was taking to :

“Estoy hablando contigo, el único bonito”(I'm talking to you , you the only pretty one) you thought the accent was cute

“Ah gracias. guapo” (Ah , thank you handsome) you respond a slight smile shows up on the face . His eyes where only on you ,

"No hay problema, mami bonita (No problem pretty mommy) He says with a wink, a slight grin shows up on your face

“Cuál es tu nombre” ( what’s your name ) he asks you

“Y/n “

“ahh bonito nombre para una chica bonita” (ahh pretty name for a pretty girl) . You smile at him

“y tu nombre” (and your name ) you ask him

“Miles “ he says

“Cute “ you tell him

“Wanna dance “ he asks you

“Why not “ you wink at him.

You guys move to the dance floor , you start to dance with him and talk . Your arms make it around his neck .

“You know I would love to , take your home or see you more “ he tells you

“I would love to also but life right now is complicated” you tell him

“What’s wrong” he asks

“Well my boyfriend, stood my family up twice and kinda disrespected me in the process “ you tell him

“Princess just know i wouldnt ever do that to you“ he says as he gives your hand a kiss.

“ i can tell “ you smirk and wink

You get a notifacation of a crime happening at a corner store.

“omg i gotta go , my friend needs me . You tell him .

“That’s um ok , my Friends are doing the same” he says , you guys both chuckle then head different ways.

“I gotta go” you give her a wink so she knows why .

You swing run to your apartment to change into your suit. You change in your suit and sling around to find the criminals.

“Not so fast ” you snatch the money out of the criminals hands. You swing back to the corner store to put the money back in store with a stick note .

“From your lovely friend-spidey” . Your spider senses start to go off as you start to draw the mini spider man . You turn around to see someone with a arrow and sleeping darts .

You start to dodge them one by one until he shoots you in the foot. “Oopsie spidey spidey “ the voice whispers to you . It tosses you over the shoulder, the person walks out leaving the note and the money.

Meanwhile with Hobie

Hobie started to head to your apartment to apologize. He brought some flowered and some chocolate. He climbed through your flats window by picking it with a lock pick .

He sits in your arm chair hoping you wake up , so he can give you the flowers and chocolate. He turns on your bedroom light to see the club outfit on the ground. Your purse was thrown on the bed and your heels where on the side .

He realized your phone was on the charger “you left your phone on the charger “ he mumbles keeping it as a mental note.

He checks your phone to see a notification from a friend saying, “be safe, text me when you get home from saving crime” she says .

Hobie became concerned and confused, what crime was she talking about.

He begin to look around the flat , maybe you where in another room. He checks all the rooms, and the nook and crannies .

You were nowhere to be found.

He takes a break in the couch searching about recent crimes that happened in the area . He found a link talking about “corner store robbery” . He clicks on the link . And scans the article with his eyes , he stops seeing the keyword “Spider” His eyes start to light up , with hope . He read the sentence in his mind

“Superhero Spider Girl , would come to the rescue and return the money “ he begins to smile at it . “ That’s my girl “ he says with a smirk .

Although he was proud you happend to get the money back , he was also worried.

He proceeded to hologram Miguel about the issue . “ Find y/n’s location “ he demanded. They started to try to find it . “We don’t have it “ he says . “Well try harder” he told him . “Look I think she’s missing so if you don’t find her , I will” he told Miguel .

Miguel started to try and find it , yet he couldn’t. Hobie hanged up the hologram. In slight anger , he felt like no one was taking it seriously.

It wasn’t like he could just go to the police and ask them to make a missing person report on you , because they would ask how do you know and what was your evidence .

He started to create a rescue plan , and a way to find the location.

Meanwhile

You wake up ,you feel the back of your body on cushion, you feel tied down . You start to wiggle your legs , chains start to rattle.

“You can stop you know, you can’t escape” The prowler says .

“Oh fr , I couldn’t tell “ you say in a sarcastic tone

“Funny , really funny “ the prowler says .

“I know I’m really good at making jokes “ you tell him .

“So what was the point of you know like , taking me “ you ask the prowler

“You have a nice bounty “ he smiles .

“ Aye “ you joke .

“Don’t you find this serious “ he asks .

“Kinda , but anyways how’s your day” you ask him

The prowler becomes confused but begins to talk about it .

“Well you know I went to the club with my friends because they basically forced me to go.But while I was their I met someone named Y/n.She is really pretty, but I might not see her again “ he told you

You started to giggle at him . “You find that funny “ he asks you . “sí, cariño” (Yes , Honey). You laugh

The prowler becomes confused “Eres tú” (it’s you ) . He questions you , you begin to chuckle .

“si cariño, soy yo” you smile , he begins to take off your spider mask. “Surprise” you say . “Ah Mami” he smiles , before clicking the mask off .

He begins to lower the punching bag and unties the chains from the back. “Hey” you smile at him . “Hey” he says to you . “Do you have like a shirt I can wear , only have the suit” you joke to him. “Don’t worry , I got you “ he smiles and winks .

You and miles head to his apartment, which is where he gives you one of his shirt . You make him turn around and leave his bedroom, while you change .

You leave his bedroom and you see him on the couch watching , Friday . You begin to watch the movie with him , you lay on his chest , he places his hand on your stomach.

“But I got you home though “

[yraelviii]

Si estuvieras leyendo español, no estaría escrito en francés.

thoroughly roasted by the Spanish conditional

[themultifandomgal]

Will Halstead- Heartbeats Only For You

This was requested. I know it might be a little different than what you asked for, but I did my best with the information you gave me. Also the bit in Spanish was translated on google so it might be wrong so please feel free to correct me. I hope you enjoy it.

Seattle 1 year ago I was in love with a man I thought I’d marry. He even agreed to move back to Spain with me because I was getting home sick and after having to have an operation on my foot, it just seemed like the right thing to do for me. After living here for 3 months it was all to much for him and Will chose Natalie over me leaving me heartbroken. Thankfully I had my parents to support me through this and my brother, Alejandro.

I wake up from my sleep to my phone buzzing. A text off my brother telling me he has a surprise for me and that I need to be ready by 11 this morning. Feeling a little a worried to what this surprise may be, I apprehensively get out of bed and ready for the day ahead. While getting ready the foot I had an operation in starts to ache a little, so I’m hoping that I can just chill out for the day.

11am soon rolls around and my brother enters my apartment

“Get your shoes on we’re going out”

“What about this surprise?” I ask walking over to my shoes that are by the door

“Well it won’t be a surprise if I tell you now would it, but all I will say is we’re heading to Copacabana”

“Alejandro I’m really not in the mood to go out” I sigh

“You will once you arrive. Trust me” my brother smiles at me. Slowly I follow him out the door once my shoes are on. We head down the lift and over to where he had parked his car.

The car ride is silent until we arrive to our favourite bar

“Close your eyes”

“What why?”

“Because I told you to” starting to get annoying I take in a deep breath and do as Alejandro asks and close my eyes. I hear the car door open and then close. My side of the car opens and I’m helped out of the car “ok stand right here” he tells me after moving me to wherever he wants me to be “ok open”

After my eyes adjust to the light I’m almost gobsmacked, a loss for words. There in front on me stands my ex boyfriend Will. Not knowing what to say I just continue to stare and the man

“Aren’t you doing to say anything?” Alejandro asks me

“I, erm. What are you doing here?” I finally say

“I broke up with Natalie. Look I was dumb and I shouldn’t have left you. I had a good job here, I just panicked”

“Will I can’t stand and listen….” Will cuts me off before I can finish

“No I know I messed up. I messed what we had up, but I’m here right now to correct my wrongs. Just give me a chance to prove to you that I’m all in with you. Lo lamento. Me perdonarás¿” (I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?) Will says in Spanish “please just…”

“Will if your going to continue to speak please can we go and sit down. My foots hurting and I’d like a drink”

“Of course. I’ll buy”

We spend the day catching up. Will tells me he’s will move back in with me in a heartbeat so now we are sat watching a movie at home

“You know, I never had a thing with anyone else” I tell Will

“I wouldn’t blame you if you had. You know that”

“Yes, but my heart beats only for you. It was either you or no one”

“I promise I’m here to stay. I will do everything I can to make it up to you. I love you so much”

“I love you to, but your going to have to work for this relationship”

“I know and I will. I even have an interview at the nearest hospital tomorrow”

In the end everything worked out. Will permanently moved in with me. He got the job and now we live in Spain together, only really going back to Chicago to see Jay and any of his other friends. We’re happy and that’s what matters most.

[dreamiesformula]

todo es un acto - PG10 (Pierre Gasly) x Reader

Idk I had a weird bout of energy while in hospital and wrote this, if it’s shit I’m sorry blame the pain killers? Nevertheless I hope you enjoy this weird little story and if the Spanish or French is written wrong dm me what to fix and help me lol cause google translate isn’t a friend, I learnt that from year 7 Indonesian project… that I failed! Anywho have a bloody lovely day y’all and thanks for taking time to read my silly little imagines, I love you all 💙.

Warnings: mentions of weight, beauty standards & abusive exs.

Anything written like “this” will be spoken in Spanish.

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Pierre Gasly had gained himself a reputation and not a good one, the fans were turning on him, his life was in shambles and he was titled a player and not the good kind. A new girl every location, showing up hungover, risking being dropped from Alpha Tauri all because he had given up on love, his dreams and life, the stress from the world’s eyes had broken the now 26 year old. That’s when y/n got a call from her manager she was a back up dancer for international pop stars CNCO, her life was going well until rumours of her relationship with her assigned dance partner member Christopher broke. The fangirls turned on her and abandoned the couple they once shipped and it wasn’t even true, they had great chemistry… sparks even but they were best friends they put on a facade a show for the audience and they bought into it a too hard.

That’s how y/n found herself here in a Alpha Tauri office, F1 driver Pierre Gasly sat across from her and her manager, at least 5 members of his team, who she knew as his team principle cause that’s how he introduced himself and some shareholders in their business all having a meeting. “You two will stage a relationship” the girl’s manager Mary said, she’d grown up with Mary she was her other best friend she was older than her by 3 years and got the job after a few years in university. “Fuck off” the driver mutters “nah you’re kidding right” she looked at her friend fear clear in her eyes she was 21 freshly and had too heard about what he put girls through, at this point the whole world had. “He’s 5 years older than me, how is that even believable?” y/n stood up but Mary pulled her down hand in hand “it’ll save all 3 careers, You, Chris and His” she points to the Frenchman who’d now gone defensive as his team manger man speaks up “Pierre as you’re aware you are one mistake away from being dropped completely from his sport, don’t ruin what we’ve put money and hard work into for you. Y/n here will be your girlfriend, we’ve made up a story and everything. You two met last year at that Spanish Grand Prix, you’ll reunite making it officially public… cnco will perform at the Spanish Grand Prix this year, obviously you’ll dance there. We need physical affection galore, sell it or your careers are finished.” He stands up dismissing himself as I stare at the man.… Pierre, Pierre Gasly. How did this even happen?

Y/n’s p.o.v

A woman wearing a Alpha Tauri blazer speaks next “Y/n and you have a date planned for tonight at 7pm, Pierre pick her up and take her home after. There will be at least 10 paparazzi there” she smiles a sad smile at me “we have your dress picked up, Carmen will come do your makeup and hair” Mary pats my back Chris’ artist had really been flown all the way out here for this, what I thought was a getaway in Milan was fairly changing. I stand up walking away quickly calling Chris as soon as I could “they’re making me fake fate some fallen off sports star all because of our rumours” I breathlessly splurt out “aye aye, amor… breathe they’re what?” He tries to calm me down “they’re making me date a F1 driver whose gonna lose his job cause he’s a fuckboy” I scoff “hey, it’s gonna be okay amado” I start to tear up “he’s 26, he has serious issues and woman aren’t known as valuable to him. Chris this is a death sentence” I take a seat on a chair outside “look I know it’s hard, but it’ll save your career… apparently so his too. Look I’ll be here every step of the way if he tries anything I’m ending him” I chuckle Chris was my everything Mary was all I had left in my childhood. Disowned by my father after my mother died… I thought my life had been shit enough without being sold to a boy but apparently not. “I’m coming to pick you up, we arrived in Milan last night. We have a meeting with some car racing company… which makes sense now” he sighs “Chris, he’s walking over to me, I have to go… I love you” I hung up before he can speak.

“Hello, y/n was it?” He sits next to me I simply nod and he break character “look I know this isn’t ideal. You’re not my type anyways, but I really don’t want to be known as the guy I am I wasn’t always like this. Believe it or not I thought I’d found my forever clearly not…” he pauses while bitterly laughing to himself he’d obviously been through some shit “I just, I guess I’m asking although we don’t know each other… can you please help, just don’t fall for me mon amour” he smirks what the fuck this guy was seriously tryna play like a player after all I know well then “maybe, look it’s not ideal but if it saves Chris’ career then I’ll do it” I don’t bat an eyelash leaving him out that’s when I notice a few fans taking tours I snuggle into his side quickly putting his arm around me “don’t ask just play with with it” I whisper into his ear as he smiles “babe I have to go soon I have meetings” he speaks at a inside level volume as two young girls approach us “omg Pierre, hello!!” They smile widely slightly side eyeing me “ah hello, what are your names?” He stands up detaching us to give the girls attention I stand up too slightly to the side I watch as they try to take selfies “did you want me to take photos for you both?” I ask as the blonde girl turns to me “could you PLEASE?” I chuckle lightly “of course” I grab the phone and start taking photos getting good angles of everyone as the girls thank me “you’re literally the sweetest thank you!” The brown haired girl smiles “no worries at all, gotta get the good pics for Instagram babes!!” I smile and they laugh overall pretty good so far “so Pierre is this a new play thing?” The blonde snaps I freeze as I feel a hand over my waist then a head on my shoulder “no, this is my girlfriend, those days are gone” he smiles it looked genuine, it’s silent for a while “I’m so proud of you for changing for the better, it would’ve been so upsetting if I had to stop supporting you” she sighs I step in for a second “hey trust me, if he acted like a dick to me he’d be beat” I laugh and she does too “trust me malice commenters on the internet have no idea how good he is, everyone makes mistakes but he’s improving himself everyday!” I smile at the Frenchman fondly “can we all take a selfie?” The brown haired girl asks shyly “of course lovely” I smile pulling Pierre in and posing “thank you so much, we will leave you alone now!” They both smile hugging us both and walking the opposite directly “wow y/n you handled that well!” He budges my shoulder “happens to Chris all the time I’m used to it, Pierre I’ll cut to the chase. I’ll do whatever I have to for my friend I’m doing this for him, his career that he’s worked hard for, I could care less about you” with that I kiss his cheek to put on a show turn around walking to the office I knew Mary was still sat at. “I told you, for Chris I’ll do anything” with that I nod to Mary signalling to leave “it’s been lovely to meet you Fabiana I have a feeling I’ll see you soon” they smile sharing a friendly handshake before we leave “you’re committed to this already huh, just don’t fall in love with him” she snarks “trust me, he’s too much of a prick for me to wanna be with him” I laugh “now remember you attend a few dates, then in 3 weeks we fly to Spain for the Spanish Grand Prix. You’ll be offical, remember…” I cut her rant off “ appearance is everything” I roll my eyes the same line she’s told me for years. As I’m about to hit freedom I feel some hands around my waist I turn around shocked but I am met with Chris “eyyy, Christopher” I scream hugging him it had been a month or so since we’d had a rehearsal so I hadn’t seen him, “aye mami, save the screaming for later” he quirks his eyebrow as I smack his shoulder “let’s go get you ready for a hot date” he smirks “I hate you” I mutter as he walks us to a car he rented “Carmen is in the hotel lobby you are staying at the same place, let’s go” Mary demands and Chris opens the door for me laughing I get in.

Pierre’s p.o.v

Pierre stood at the door watching it unfold how friendly and touchy they were Chris, that’s who he was a tattooed up 2012 Justin Bieber knock off who spoke Spanish. He was gonna stalk socials before the date “careful staring is bad for your eyes” Pyry sneaks behind Pierre “she’s not meant to be my type” I whisper allowing myself to be vulnerable as I trusted him “Pierre buddy, your type is superficial, obedient from what I’ve heard she’s grown up around Latin women. She’s gonna fight you with her first energy, she’s not a precious model” he pats my back laughing “she’s a bit fat” I whisper “she’s healthy mate, say that shit again you’ll not have anyone left in your corner” with that he walks away I never used to be like that, what happened to the old me?

Y/n’s p.o.v

Chris takes us back to the hotel and I let him, Carmen, Richard, Erick & Mary into my room “where is Zabbie?” I ask “he went to visit his mama” I nod as Erick replies “so what? You’re just expected to fake date this random guy?” Richard asks me “yeah to save and I quote his career and break the reputation he has as well a woman using asshole, to save Chris and I too as well” I scoff “chica you didn’t tell me that… I’d rather lose everything then have you suffer through this man” Chris bursts out “no, it’s okay. We promised our dreams would come true, I now must work to keep what I promised” I smile to him sadly yes I loved him, but we had too strong of a bond to ever risk losing each other that we agreed upon in the beginning “well it’s 5 pm now let’s get you ready” Carmen ushers me to the bathroom “Dress and shoes is in there, I’ll do your hair and makeup after “You have time for a shower” she smiles and I lock the door getting ready for the longest night of my life after my shower I stare at the navy blue lace show string strapped dress in front of my a metallic silver 3 inch heels “not bad” I say as I put it on zipping it up at the back with great struggle, I walk out “what do we think?” I ask the group currently sprawled across my bed and floor “aye mami” Chris almost moans turning me red “estas caliente!” Erick says straight up making everyone laugh “thank you, thank you” I smile Richard looks like a hungry lion looking at me “now are we sure she can’t fake date me?” He winks and I remember now why I never hang out with these idiots unless I must “stop it y’all” I gush. Carmen works her magic with my hair curling it and gives me fancy makeup like proper red lip, slightly Smokey eye but with dark blues and culver accessories “I feel like a new person” I say to no one in particular “you look gorgeous” she smiles “all thanks to you” I hug her briefly.

“Time check?” I yell to the boys over pretend playing in the background “6:50 pm” I nod would he even show up? “Come dance” Chris takes my hand and we salsa around to the addictive beat playing loudly through a speaker I didn’t take notice of the boys filming us in our own little world spinning hand in hand laughing slightly, like we did when I was new to the group. Interrupted by the knocks on the door “here we go” I mumble “you got this y/n” Chris mumbles I fix my hair straightening up opening the door with a smile “hi” I say no louder than a whisper “hey” he smiles “you look…étonnante” he says in French giving me chills “ah amazing” he corrects himself I smile “you don’t look to bad yourself Gasly” I smile I open the door to grab my purse “he’s staring at your ass” Erick says a little too loudly “for real for real” Richard adds “ah Pierre come meet my friends” ushering him in with my hand “meet Richard, Erick and Christopher!” I smile pointing to each boy he shakes their hand “this is Mary, you’ve met her and this is Carmen” I watch him hug them both “well we should be off, lovely to meet you all. I am sure I’ll be seeing a lot more of you!” He smiles titling his head slightly was he being overly fake? “Don’t wait up” I smile waving to them all offering Chris a reassuring smile as Pierre takes my hand to escort me out “I drove here by the way, so I could drop you off” he looks down I couldn’t tell if this was an act or how he was it was confusing “that’s very sweet, I appreciate it Pierre” I offer him a smile lifting his head with my hand “you’re quite the gentleman” I smirk placing a hand on his forearm “I’m really trying” he sighs “keep this up we might actually pull off being a couple” I giggle as we reach the car he opens the door for me to get in closing it jumping on his side it’s awkward at first but it’s like a 5 minute drive music lowly playing Pierre humming a little nervously.

When we arrive we get seated outside on the balcony of the 4th floor of the restaurant I take in my surroundings it was so surreal, “this is so nice” I gasp this wasn’t what I was expecting we sit down being handed champagne and menus looking through I already knew I was having pasta… when in Italy right? “So tell me about yourself” Pierre breaks the silence I’m not gonna lie his voice was addictive “well that depends how much you wanna know, I’m 21… I am a professional dancer, I have no family so cnco are pretty much my bros. I dabble in song worrying and production, I really love travel and my biggest fear in losing my loved ones.” I laugh “you gotta be specific or else I’ll just say anything I think of” I shrug he looks intently into my eyes unbeknown to me mentally noting to ask when more comfortable about the past “what about you Gasly?” I smile and he replies with more than I expected “uh well, I’m 26, I drive fast cars for a living, I used to drive for red bull but go demonted after poor performance so I’m with Alpha Tauri have been for a while. I want to be world champion one day, I love fashion and I was born in Rouen in France” he lights up the awkward tension floating away “fashion, I can tell you dress incredibly well” I smile I found myself doing a lot of that he didn’t seem that bad so far he takes a sip of his drink “may I take your order?” A man asks standing at the end of our table Pierre orders first then I do “I’ll get the _________ please, sir” I smile and he nods “of course anything for a gorgeous lady like you” he comments and I shift uncomfortably, the sir wasn’t an advance it was a formality Pierre notices and grabs my hand across the table “also I think girlfriend and I will get some more champagne please sir” he bites and I giggle lightly “yes of course, right away” he scrambled away “you okay mon Ange?” He asks soft tonnes almost worried “yeah yeah, just… uncomfortable for a second, thank you for that by the way” I can’t lift my gaze as it’s stuck firmly on our interlocked hands “I have to protect my girlfriend, wouldn’t be much of a boyfriend if I didn’t” he laughs right yes the act… it’s all just an act.

Pierre’s p.o.v

Once again I found myself growing fond of this girl, she was so far left of what I aimed for in the past that it was almost right. I saw she was uncomfortable and acted before I thought, I wanted to protect her, I couldn’t become this attached to a stranger but something was pulling me to her something aside from a contract. Our food comes out and after eating we talk some more I notice she’s really cold so I stand up as her eyes follow me to beside her taking off my blazer revealing my white button up shirt placing it around her I notice slightly that there are paparazzi outside cameras pointed at us so hopefully they get good shots of me haha. “Thank you Pierre” she smiles at me while my heart rate picks up, I thought she’d be so closed off, cold but she embraced this whole act… right it was only an act.

We have dessert with very little begging required from y/n for me to cave Pyry wasn’t gonna be happy with me, I didn’t care she looked to happy right now for me to care, gorgeous and happy there was something rather wholesomely endearing about her. Sexy and cute maybe this whole fake dating wouldn’t be too bad, but how long could I let this just be an act. It was already driving me mad she just wasn’t typically what I wanted or what any other driver had. I learnt that she was passionate about her loved ones and would do anything for them, she learnt about my struggles in F1 this far we opened up that was usually a good first step. “What are you comfortable with, when we have to public ally display ourselves?” I ask her genuinely as not to overstep we were still strangers “hand holding, being clingy, playful pecks on the cheek ect” I was slightly flustered when she mentioned kisses “might I have a good luck peck prior to my races” I chuckle and she slyly nods “does that also mean when you have to attend more races, you’ll walk into the paddock by my side?” She hesitates “I’m not sure” I pause before figuring I might as well be honest “it would mean a lot to me, right now I’ve turned everyone even my own parents against me… I walk in alone and it breaks me” I feel myself tearing up I wasn’t about to cry, I was never that vulnerable or weak she stands up coming over to me throwing her legs over mine sitting facing me in what should’ve been a sexual position but she turned it tender, comforting. She places her hands on my face as she looks at me wiping under my eyes “for now I’ll be in your corner Pierre, you have me, I’ll allow that much but please don’t break me” she smiles sadly before connecting her lips briefly with mine I was taken aback but I kissed back for a short time she tried to stand but but I pull her head against my shoulder bringing her closer to me, I look down to her exposed thigh thinking about how she was so vastly different, she wasn’t a perfect stick, she had captivating curves, thicker thighs, an ass and some perky boobs. I couldn’t deny he loved looking at her “you’re incredible” I mumble “I know” she smirks “let’s be the best couple ever” she smiles playing with my hair I freeze she didn’t say fake, why didn’t she say fake? He is broken in his thought “thank you for not saying I was too heavy” she looks down to the ground behind her “what? Why would I say that?” I was confused did she hear what I said, did someone tell her what I said to Pyry? “My ex used to say it all the time, I couldn’t sit on him or cuddle or play fight or anything he said I was too fat, too heavy, weighed too much to be shown off like that” I hate myself in that moment I was so superficial she may not know I said it but oh gosh did I feel guilty, she was younger than me and I really tried to profile her something so variable as looks. “He didn’t deserve you angel” the words flowed so easily as of it was more than a sentence but a declaration, “well aren’t you a charmer mr. Gasly” she smiles her head going to the nape of my neck “let’s hope they haven’t caught us” she giggles hearing camera clicks galore “alright let’s get you home or else I’m going to take this too far” I admit no higher than a whisper I didn’t want to ruin the moment but I felt more than I should in that moment she stops lifts her head and smacks my arm playfully “cheeky” and gets off me I slightly miss the close contact it’s like I’ve been spelled. That couldn’t of been an act, no way.

Y/n’s p.o.v

He paid for us, thankfully I probably couldn’t afford a breath of air here let alone what we ate but he seemed more genuine less guarded “let’s get you home shall we” he smiles I still had his blazer on arms safely through the arm holes it smelt expensive much like he did. Comforting, attractive and very nice honestly if he kept this up I may very well fall in love, he was charming, cheeky and safe… he felt safe how could this be the man I read all those rumours about? On the drive home he rested a hand on the wheel and one on my thigh it felt weirdly cliche but also perfect, “I think most people have brought it” I smile to him telling him indirectly he could drop the act but his hand stayed “the internet will believe anything, we have to play the part well enough to convince everyone around us” he says I could tell impressing the paddock, ultimately getting his friends back, that was most important “if they don’t believe us, I’ll just make out with you in front of them” I laugh “promise” he smirks pull up at my hotel “I almost don’t wanna say goodbye” I sigh realising what I said smacking my hand I’ve my mouth “you’re not the only one” he turns to face me giving my thigh a little squeeze “I’d like to take you out again soon” the contact was intense feeling myself losing touch to reality “I’d like that you did” he lets go getting out of the car to escort me to my room. “Why don’t you come to Grand Prix this weekend? It’ll be as a spectator but maybe you’ll get a feel for what goes on to… Yaknow ah prepare for Spain?” He scratches the back of his head “I’d love to, I wanna see you in your element” hugging him before I even thought about it “what’re you doing to me y/n” he scoffs “oh I’m sorry” I back away looking hurt “no no no, I mean… I like you being near, probably too much” I was taken aback “for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a bad guy Pierre I just think you got lost in all the fame, pressure and what not” I pat his shoulder but he bends down hugging me “you’re the first person to say that mon chéri” my heart flutters pet names “I told you, I’m in your corner mi querida” I caress his cheek as he connects our foreheads “this feels right” he mutters almost too quiet to hear “if I don’t say goodnight now I won’t leave” he chuckles standing up and walking away “aye Gasly” I call to him as he stops in place I run up to him connecting our lips “it does feel right” I smile turning around back to my room shocked at what I did but more shocked when I open my room to Christopher, Richard, Erick and Mary all watching a horror movie so I sneak up behind them phone filming in hand sneaking up to them “BOO!” I scream and they lose it I laugh so hard I could’ve peed myself. “Hello crazies, it is I the best friend y’all got back and alive from my date” I announce and they bombard me with questions which I ignore “mes tired, mes going to shower and to beds, good night my sexy people” I throw a peace sign up and strut to my bathroom.

This wasn’t just an act anymore and that was terrifying.

[carlosfruitsnacks]

OMG THAT HANAHAKI FIC WAS AMAZING!!!

Part 2? If you’re willing to!! And omg you writing angst was so good too!!! Top notch!

"Sin Flores"

PART 1 || PART 3

summary:

— Carlos faces a conflict when he saw you vomiting flowers. After realizing that he's the cause of your disease, he's trying his best to ease the suffering you're going through. He found himself right beside you more often than he intended and discovered some things beyond beautiful than the flowers you're vomiting.

genre:

— still angst but with comfort

notes:

— part two, female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— mentions of blood

I was not expecting to make a second part but I've been thinking about it for hours, so I decided to just give it to y'all, enjoy!

The only thing circulating in Carlos' mind is the sight of you vomiting flowers. He couldn't get rid of it, he couldn't move past the fact that you're suffering because of him. Carlos knew that he wasn't some inconsiderate or heartless jerk because he was feeling all this remorse and facing the consequences of his actions.

Carlos remembered the day he first saw you. You recently moved into Encanto from another town, seeking refuge. Admittedly, you weren't remarkable at first but you adjust quickly. He wasn't a fan of outsiders suddenly finding his town out of nowhere then moving in, but he found that you were an exception. Carlos did notice you every day in his life, but it was only now he realized the meaning of the stares you give him. Why would you find him interesting out of all people? You could've found Camilo more attractive instead you set your eyes on him.

There were times he'd sit by the riverbank to think. Carlos remembered when you accidentally spilled mango juice on his ruana, it was one of those days where he didn't feel the best so it explains why he was so harsh on you. Yet you unexpectedly washed his ruana as an apology, without even protesting. And how did he repay your kindness? By intentionally staining your clothes. Carlos can feel his head aching by how poorly he acted, even when you didn't complain about that, he should've apologized.

But no, he was an asshole and continued to treat you horribly. Carlos wished he knew what was going through his mind back then when he kept pulling those pranks on you. Sure, your reactions were always the cherry on top of what brings him joy but he wished he could've noticed you were going through something earlier so he would've stopped. Of course, Carlos crossed the line and now you're going to die because of him. If only you agreed on that surgery, if only...if only he could've done something.

Carlos knew better than to blame you for developing feelings for him, his dumbass didn't know how to react to that since nobody actually had a crush on him before. For once, he wanted to help. His family knew that you had this rare disease and is now doing everything to help you feel well, all he did was sit alone in his room and think about the stupid things he's done. When he was done sulking, he took a deep breath then finally decided to act.

Currently, he's on his way to your house and bringing you some food from his tía Julieta. He could feel his hands shaking when he arrived at the front of your house. He hesitantly knocked on the door, your mother answered and she was shocked to find him at the doorstep. He explained his visit and she lets him in. The house felt so dull and gloomy, Carlos gulped as he went upstairs towards your room. He sucked in a breath and knocked on the door, he waited several seconds before coming in. Goosebumps rise on his skin to see more flowers scattered on the floor than the previous time. Carlos' eyes land on your figure resting on your bed, he can tell you were struggling to breathe and it crushed his heart.

"Buenos días, [Name]. I-"

The words get caught up in his throat when you began coughing and wheezing. Carlos panicked and almost dropped the food he brought. He rushed to your side and assisted you, he watched your coughing becoming worse as you gagged and flowers spewed from your mouth. He gently rubbed circles on your back, he saw the tulips you vomited were decorated with your blood.

"Ca-Carlos? Wh...why are y-you here?"

The raspy tone of your voice asked him. Carlos locked eyes with you and he just stared. He saw the glimmer in your eyes despite the frail state of your body, he wished he saw this earlier when you weren't sick.

"I...tía Julieta cooked you some food and told me to drop it by"

He said. You hummed, a small smile gracing your lips. Carlos gives you the basket of food as you started eating, he prayed that maybe his tía's food would hopefully heal you this time but it didn't. He watched you eating in silence. Suddenly, you offered him some, he was about to refuse until you cut him off.

"Here, you look hungry. Eat as much as you can, Carlos"

With nervous hands, he reluctantly takes the food from your hand and joined you in eating. Regret comes creeping in, you welcomed him despite him being the cause of your pain. Carlos stayed for a while and kept his unpleasant emotions at bay, he waited for the right moment then he opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry, [Name]. I never should've...I shouldn't have treated you like shit"

You look at him bewildered, then you frantically wave your hands, disagreeing with his sudden apology.

"No, no. I should be the one sorry-"

"No! I mean-"

Carlos hides his face in his hands, hiding his embarrassment. You tilt your head at him. He rubs his face then looks at you softly.

"You shouldn't be apologizing, this isn't your fault. It should be me instead"

You place your hand on top of his, he gazed at it, thinking how undeserving he is of your kindness. You sigh.

"This isn't your fault either. None of us saw this coming"

Carlos wanted to protest, to prove to you that he was the one at fault. Then he stopped, he decided to approach things rationally. He wanted to be there for you, to ease your pain. He gives you one look and saw something he didn't before. You looked pretty, discarding the eyebags and sheer ache displayed on your face. You looked just as beautiful as the flowers you were vomiting, even more, because of your kindness. Did you change or was it there before?

"Tío Bruno, I need a vision"

Carlos bluntly requested. Bruno choked on his coffee, the rats on his shoulder squeaking in surprise as he coughed. Eventually, the man looked at his sobrino like he said the most absurd thing known to man. Bruno placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You wanna see if [Name] will be in your future?"

"How did you...nevermind"

Carlos rolled his eyes when he saw his tío Bruno's eyes already glowing in green. It's been a week since he last visited and he was growing worried about what will happen to you, he's been contemplating asking for a vision.

"You sure you want this kid?"

Bruno asked. He nodded, he didn't care if the prophecy says that something bad will happen to him as long as it doesn't happen to you.

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you in my tower"

As soon as breakfast is over, Carlos hurried to his tío's room and climbed up the hundred steps to his vision cave. He wanted to visit you again and maybe bring the vision with him if it ever shows something nice. He arrived, Bruno was already preparing. Carlos enters the center made of sand and takes a seat across from his uncle. He watched Bruno taking a deep breath then reaching inside his poncho, he pulls out a grain of salt then throws it over his shoulder before lighting a match.

"¿Estás listo, sobrino?"

"Sí, tío"

Carlos prevented his nervousness from rising as he saw Bruno shaking then cracking his fingers. He holds out his hands and Carlos grabs on then holds on tight. Bruno nods at him with his glowing green orbs, he closes his eyes as the sand begins to shine in emerald as it starts to spin. Eventually, the sand was shining brighter as it rises then forms around them, a strong wind picks up. Bruno opens his eyes when the sand was completely spinning around them. Carlos watches the sand, waiting for something to form.

A figure emerges, Bruno points behind him to look. Carlos looks back to see the figure was himself, he was walking then he entered through a door. A vision of you throwing up flowers appears, Carlos watched himself rush to you and comfort you. The next vision showed him of you laughing, it gave Carlos this fuzzy feeling inside as he watched himself laugh with you. Soon, a vision of Carlos just standing in front of your house appeared. He raised a brow, he looked like he was looking upwards at something. Another part of the vision was revealed, someone was approaching you by your windowsill.

"There's someone with her!"

Bruno points, Carlos squints his eyes, unable to identify the mystery person. The person's body turns one akin to a male, his arms slowly rising, almost looking like he's about to choke you. Bruno gasped.

"He's...going to strangle her!"

"WHAT?!"

Carlos suddenly felt awfully protective of you. Eventually, the vision continues and it showed that the male was not going to choke you but rather give you a tight embrace. He sighs in relief but the vision kept going and glowing brighter, slowly revealing who this person was. All of a sudden, Carlos' blood turned cold. Bruno casts his nephew a glance.

Carlos saw you hugging his twin brother, Camilo with a smile on your face.

He just stared as this uncomfortable feeling in his gut manifests, his face morphed into frustration. Bruno takes this as a sign to stop the vision, a glowing green tablet of the vision formed in the air as he takes it. It ends with a flash of bright light as the swirling sand around them immediately falls. Bruno eyed his sobrino who was motionless and unblinking in frustration, he holds up the tablet to shield his face from the remaining falling sand.

Carlos balled his fist, a horrifying look of anger displayed in his features. Bruno was afraid that he was about to punch him in the face. In a force of habit, he sighs and was about to throw the vision away until Carlos swiftly grabs his wrist. Bruno squeaked.

"Tío, can you please give me that vision?"

Carlos asked firmly. Bruno hands him the vision, carefully watching him. He just stared at the tablet for a few moments until turning his heel and exiting the vision tower. Bruno lets out a heavy exhale then collapsed on the sand, his rats joining him.

The vision of you hugging Camilo was resting on his table, it glowed brighter almost making fun of him. Carlos has been staring at it for hours, unable to get rid of this nasty feeling gnawing inside of him. He felt so unsure, very unapproving of it. But he knew this was inevitable, his fate is sealed when his prophecy is read, as they all say. He plopped on his bed, ruffling his hair. At least, Camilo wasn't hurting you. He couldn't help but think this was all karma for what he has done to you. The best thing he can do for you was to be there.

The following day, Carlos decided to pay you a visit without bringing the vision. When he opened the door, you greeted him with a smile. His heart fluttered in delight to see you much better. You still throw up flowers but it was less excruciating. Carlos stayed for a while, even volunteered to clean the littered and rotting flowers on the floor. He got to know you more over time and when he took his time to leave, the smile on your face was all he could think of.

His visits grew frequent since that day. Carlos wanted to spend the remaining time he had with you before that vision of you and Camilo happens. He thought that if that hug was all it needed to cure you, he'll let it be. If you fall in love with Camilo instead, and it gets rid of the disease, he won't stop it. For the past few days he spent with you, he grew attached. He did everything to feel you the most comfortable. Carlos held your hair when you vomited, then he would throw the flowers away. He'd talk to you for hours and you'll tell him random stories.

Carlos realized that you probably didn't know that he knows that you love him. After all, you only told Julieta and probably Dolores including Camilo, that's why he knows. There's no point in telling you that he knows now, it won't change anything. At this moment, Carlos was relaxing with you on your bed. He legitimately formed a friendship with you, he wished he had done this sooner because you were good company, it made him feel nice and wanted.

"Are you okay there, Carlos?"

Your voice snapped him out of his trance. His eyes widen for a second as he forced a smirk then ruffled your hair, you groaned and tried to mess with his hair too. He stops and lets you reach for his hair, you brushed the hair covering his one eye. Carlos' breath hitched as you looked at him deep in both of his eyes. You giggled and pushed back his hair until it revealed his smooth forehead.

"You look like a 5-year-old without your bangs"

His face turned sour at your words as he pinches your cheek. You tilted your head back and laughed. Carlos doesn't realize how endeared he felt, sooner he found himself laughing along with you. It was very late when he left, as he walked by himself, he knows what happened earlier was part of the vision he saw, he knows what will happen next. When he laid his head on his pillow that night, he thought about you and how you haven't been vomiting flowers all day. No flowers, it must be working. You'll be better without him.

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