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wordssricochet · 6 months ago

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💬 — First time writing a fanfiction, EVER!! Please, correct me if i misinterpret his personality, or if I make any spelling or grammar mistakes. I am still learning. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy reading.

⚠ — Miscommunication

📝 — ☣︎ (angst)

#⃣ — 718 words

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Grieving For Someone Alive | C. D|

by wordssricochet ™

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Can you even blame Cedric? Cho Chang was perfect; a witty, beautiful ravenclaw. It was obvious that he would replace you with her. I mean, who wouldn't?

You were just an average hufflepuff. Everything about you is average. Average grades, average looks, average body, your friend group consist of 2-5 people only. You were just so average.

That was exactly the reason why you broke things off with Cedric. He was out of your league. He was the complete opposite of you.

"Y/N, Y/N..Y/N! You good? " Your friend, Adriana asks, "You're staring at them again.. Are you sure that you're okay?" She added, with a worried gaze.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be okay? I'm the one that broke up with him, remember? "

"Yeah, just checking up on you."

You've convinced yourself that you're not even allowed to miss him, because after all, you broke things off.

But, oh, how you miss his cheeky smile. His cute laughs that would make heads turn whenever people hear that melody. You miss the boy that you lost, and there's no turning back now.

You almost felt bad for yourself, but you remembered that you bought this upon yourself. You deserved it. If only you were confident about yourself, maybe you guys were still together.

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You saw him again, him with his perfect girlfriend. You admit it yourself, they look perfect together — something that no one would even think about when you both were still dating.

"Staring again, L/N? " Casey asks. You nod, not having any more energy to deny.

Casey smiled at you warily, "It's okay, Y/N, it'll be all fine."

"But what if it won't?" You hooted, "What if these feelings will never go away? "

"You're grieving for nothing, Y/N," She lectures, "He'd already moved on, what are we going to do about that? Use Imperio on him?"

"... it's just.." You sigh, "I want to forget about him."

Casey's eyes widen, "You mean..? "

"Yes, " You gave her a sad smile.

She accepted, "Let's meet at the Black Lake after class, okay? "

"Deal."

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"Ready, Y/N? " Casey asks, her wand pointing at you.

"As always. "

"Obliviate! " She yells, a bright strike hits you.

You dropped to the ground almost immediately as a lightning look-a-like hit you.

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After the incident — which you have no idea of — you have been undoubtedly happy. Always giggling and smiling. Some might call you a "happy-go-lucky girl" in which the name makes you laugh even harder.

The people from your house noticed the sudden change in your behavior. Who wouldn't? Ever since you broke up with Diggory you looked depressed every single day. And now, you're super happy? What is happening?

Cedric noticed the change in your demeanor, too. He would never admit it but he was always worried when you go to the great hall, looking like a storm went by your dorm last night.

He wanted to talk to you, to at least get some closure about your break up. It was never clear to him why you wanted him gone. He was sure that he treated you right, what changed?

He wanted to get you off his mind, so he started dating Cho Chang. It might sound cruel, even for him, but he loved you dearly to just forget about you in 2 days. It has always been you, always been.

He excused himself to his friends. He wanted to talk to you, since you seem fine now. He walks toward where you're seated, between Casey and Adriana.

"Y/N? Can we talk? " He starts, staring down at you.

"I'm sorry but, who are you? " You look genuinely confused. And he looked absolutely discombobulated.

What do you mean by who he is? You guys dated for 2 years!

Until he realized what had happened. He looks at Adriana and Casey, they looked apologetic.

"She asked me to. " Casey sighs, "She wanted to. "

Cedric was livid, you can immediately notice his change in demeanor. His eyes widened, his nose almost fuming. He looks like he could pop a vein.

Until he gained some consciousness in the real world. He looks at you, worried.

Did he really hurt you this much that you wanted to use a spell on yourself just to forget him? He didn't even know the reason why you broke up with him. You were cruel.

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💬 — Help me, I hate this fic sm☹️. Miscommunication is one of the tropes that I truly DESPISE, but I wanted to post something already and I literally have no creativity in me:p. Anyway, I MIGHT edit this ENTIRELY. I hate this sm, I feel like it didn't explain the plot clearly to the readers.

Sincerely, March

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory #cedric diggory angst #harry potter #fanfic #support me please #light angst

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pinkpinkmermayyy · 15 days ago

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another sketch of spider snow!!! Also adding some story for her below the cut

@punkeropercyjackson @aishabellasbigblogofeverything @weirdo09 @the-cat-and-the-birdie

Miles looked at Jess in disbelief when he heard who she said she should call.

"I'm sorry, who??"

Suddenly he heard birds chirping behind him and he looked behind to see about six birds carrying Snow Fucking White down to the ground, who was also wearing a spider mask.

"Hello Jess! You called me?"

Alright everyone, let's do this one more time!

My name is Adriana White, also known as Snow White! I bit into a poisoned apple that was bitten by a radioactive spider, and I temporarily died but got woken up by Prince Florian, aka my amazing boyfriend!

Wait wait wait - aren't you just a little concerned about the fact that he kissed you while you were unconscious??

Don't worry, I've known him since we were very young, I'd trust him with my life!

So anyway, now I've been spiderwoman for about six months, and things have been pretty great!

I live with my boyfriend and seven dwarf uncles, who don't know I'm Spiderwoman. I don't plan to tell them yet though, especially not my Uncle Grumpy, who doesn't like her at all.

But I've saved him, my other uncles, and my boyfriend a bunch of times before, and I'm so grateful to have them here with me in Germonia!

Speaking of my kingdom, ever since my stepmother died, the kingdom of Germonia has become much more warm, welcoming, and bright as it was when my mother and father were still ruling, and I wouldn't trade my life here with anything else!!

(Germonia is the name of Snow White's kingdom, it's not official but that's what they say it is when I searched it up).

Also more info on Snow Spider:

Besides having the standard abilities of any spider person, she also can summon forest animals and have them attack her enemies and defend her (kinda like Snow White in Shrek 3). She also has a similar ability to Black Canary from Injustice 2, where she can adjust her singing to paralyze her enemies

Her legal name, Adriana White, is inspired by Snow White's original voice actress in the 1937 movie, Adriana Caselotti.

Grumpy is Snow's Uncle Ben in this universe, sorry :(

Prince Florian is her MJ, and I'm headcannoning him to be about 15 in this universe now (officially his age is 18, don't believe anything that says he's 31, but that's still concerning considering Snow is canonically 14).

Pavitr and her are besties, you can't convince me otherwise

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chaiiitime · 1 year ago

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It Happened One Summer Night

Summary : Stranded at the airport, Adriana Montero Mundt would do pretty much anything to get to her sister’s wedding, including getting into a tiny car with Daniel Ricciardo — even if she pretty much hates him Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x OC!Fem Word Count : 3,500

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 1

“Are you sure? Can you check again?”

The lady behind the counter at the Barcelona airport's information desk gave her an overly patient smile, “Yes Ma’am, I’m sure. Unfortunately, the car rental agency no longer has any cars available and we don’t know when flights are going to resume. But –“ Her fingers clacked rapidly on her keyboard, “I can book you on the next available flight to Jerez. However, I cannot give you any reassurances when that would be.”

To say Adriana Montero Mundt was having a crappy day would be an understatement.

First, she’d nearly missed her flight from London to Barcelona because of a last-minute meeting with an important client. And now, her flight to Jerez had been cancelled because of a freak technology glitch in the airport’s systems which had effectively grounded all flights out of Barcelona. No one knew when flights would resume and there apparently were no cars available to rent, more or less leaving her stranded.

Which wasn’t so great considering she needed to be in her hometown of Jerez for her baby sister’s wedding in four days.

She was about to argue with the lady again when her phone began ringing. The lady looked pointedly at her phone before craning her neck to look at the long line behind her. Adriana got the message loud and clear — she needed to get out of the line.

With a sigh, she stepped aside to answer. “Hey sis!” Carmen was on the other end. “Any updates?”

Adriana slowly massaged her temples. She could feel a headache coming on. “No,” she answered, trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice. The last thing Carmen needed was any additional stress right before her wedding.

“All flights have been cancelled. No one knows when they will resume." She paced along the glass windows looking out on the tarmac. So many planes neatly lined up in their little big boxes. All of them useless because they couldn’t take her to where she needed. “It can be in an hour or a day or even more, and there’s no cars available for hire.” She stopped pacing, trying to sound hopeful for Carmen’s sake. “But don’t worry about it – I’m sure I’ll find something soon.”

“Actually, I may have a solution for you.” Carmen’s voice sounded way too bright. “You know Daniel Ricciardo, right? George’s mate?”

Nononononono. Adriana didn’t like where this was going.

“Anyway, George just mentioned he’s flying in today as well. He just got off the phone with him." Adriana winced at Carmen’s excitement bubbling over the phone. “Turns out, he was meant to take the same flight as you to Jerez but he's been a bit luckier. He’s managed to snag a rental car and –“

Nononononono.

“He’s happy to give you a ride.”

Suddenly, the headache that had been threatening since her flight landed, was beating right at the base of her skull. She could feel the band of her pencil skirt biting into her belly and her stilettos pinching her feet. She inwardly cursed at herself for taking that last-minute meeting. If she hadn’t, at least she would have had the time to change in more comfortable clothes rather than having to dash to the airport in her work clothes.

The last thing she wanted right now was to face a ten-hours plus drive with Daniel freaking Ricciardo.

DANIEL WATCHED AS Carmen’s sister tottered her way across the parking lot. There was no other way to describe it other than tottering because who the hell wore such a tight skirt and heels to travel?

He wished he hadn’t picked up George’s call. He could have been making his way out of Barcelona right now, with the windows down and some good music on. Instead, here he was — waiting for Adriana Montero Mundt.

Daniel prided himself on being friendly with everybody. That was what he was known for, right? So, when someone blanked him out, it kind of pissed him off. He’d been nothing but nice to Adriana the two times he had met her and both times, she’d been nothing but glacial towards him.

She was snooty, as his Nonna would say, and Daniel usually couldn’t care less about these kinds of people. So, it bothered him that his memory of her was so accurate — and detailed: the wavy dark hair, the vibrant green eyes and most importantly, the beauty mark à la Cindy Crawford.

It attracted the eyes to the fullness of her lips. It tempted Daniel to test out the lushness of her mouth — which was so not going to happen because him and her, they were like water and oil.

They didn’t mix.

“Hello, Daniel.” Her voice was cool and oh-so-carefully modulated. “Thank you for giving me a ride. I hope it isn’t too much trouble.”

Civil and polite. He could do that.

“No worries. We’re headed the same way.” He bent down to pick up her suitcase to put it in the boot.

“It’s ok. I can —“

“It’s alright.” Daniel cut her off as he heaved her suitcase into the boot. How much stuff did one need for a weekend? He nodded towards the passenger door. “It’s getting late. I want to get on the road as soon as possible.”

The inside of the car was stuffy from being in the sun for so long, the leather seats warm against the back of Adriana’s knees. Daniel already had the windows down in an attempt to get the warm air out. She resisted the urge to ask him to turn on the AC. After all, she didn’t want him to think she was difficult or whatever else he thought she was.

“Here.” Daniel handed her the map he had picked up from the rental agency desk. He had roughly traced out the route to Jerez with a pen. With one hand on the wheel, he set up his phone in the cup holder and slowly backed out of the parking spot.

“Google Maps say that Jerez is about ten hours away, give or take.”

He watched her out of the corner of his eyes. She was studying the map so intently as if she could come up with a faster route.

“My plan is to make it halfway to Valencia for tonight. Hopefully, we can find a place for the night there, and be back on the road early tomorrow morning. If nothing goes wrong, we’ll be in Jerez before noon.”

She pursed her lips as she folded the map and handed it back to him. “It sounds like a plan.”

Daniel hated the note of surprise in her voice. Yeah sure, he didn’t have a fancy degree like her but he wasn’t a complete idiot – he could very well come up with a plan of action without her help.

He sent up a silent prayer of help because he knew this trip was going to be a nightmare.

TWO HOURS LATER, they were finally making their way out of Barcelona and onto the motorway. Both of them — as well as Google Maps — had vastly underestimated the time it would take to drive through the city at peak hour.

It had gotten so hot in the car that Daniel had given up and rolled up the windows to turn on the AC. Adriana watched him now, his fingers beating lightly to the country song he had put on. He looked relaxed and completely at ease behind the wheel.

She had to give him credit — he was a surprisingly patient driver. Sure, he had fidgeted a lot — continuously playing with his phone, sometimes picking at the skin around his nails, or craning his neck to look at other cars while constantly muttering to himself — but, he hadn’t once lost his temper as he had navigated through the horrendous traffic. Adriana knew, if she had been the one in the driver’s seat, she most probably would have pulled her hair out in frustration.

That didn’t exactly match the image of Daniel Ricciardo she had in her mind.

Adriana didn’t particularly like Daniel, which was a bit harsh, she admitted to herself, given how she had only met him twice before now.

Carmen had always told Adriana that her worst trait was that she was a bit too quick to judge people. Was she a bit too judgemental? Sure, yeah, but it was a label she’d wear proudly when she was almost always right and when her judgmental ass was what made her a damn good lawyer. So, had she then been a bit too quick to judge Daniel?

Maybe.

She remembered very clearly the first time she had met him. It had been at Carmen’s and George’s engagement party. She remembered him walking in and feeling that instant shift in the room’s energy.

Larger than life. There was no other way to describe Daniel.

There was something magnetic about him that just pulled people in. Maybe it was the smile or maybe it was the nose — it made his face that much more interesting. It made you want to take another longer look at him, grab a sketch pad and sketch that side profile — even if you were not an artist. Adriana had been annoyed at herself for finding him attractive because one look at him, and she had him down pat.

She knew his type very well — rich, good-looking guy who thought he was god’s gift to women. He’d take you on a thrilling ride and discard you without a second thought once he was bored. And her assessment had proven correct as she had watched him flirt his way around the room, even when he had come to the party with a date.

So, by the time George had introduced them, Adriana had been distinctly cool towards him. She’d politely rebuffed all his flirting attempts. She dealt with enough big egos like his every day at work, she didn’t need to be another notch on his bedpost — or whichever other way Mr. Daniel Ricciardo kept track of his conquests.

Adriana chanced another look at him now. The afternoon light casted his face into golden shadows, the light almost bouncing off the bump on his nose. He was truly a handsome man – it was a pity he was such an asshole.

SHE NEARLY GROANED another country song came on.

God, Daniel sure liked his country music.

Adriana didn’t understand that kink he had for playing the cowboy. Carmen had once shown her a picture of him riding into the paddock on a horse in all his texasboo glory. That facial hair was — for lack of a better word — an inspired choice.

She had to admit though, no one but Daniel could have made that look palatable.

“Can we change the music?”

Daniel was surprised to hear her speak. She had barely said anything since they’d gotten on the road and Daniel had been dying over here trying not to make conversation – he didn’t take silence, comfortable or otherwise, very well.

“Sure.” He said as he handed her his phone.

Sometime during the drive, she’d pulled her hair into a messy bun at the nape of her neck and kicked off her heels — it made her look soft, almost vulnerable. The pale pink polish on her toes felt incongruous to the image of her he had in his mind. He would have thought she would have gone for a darker colour, one more evocative of her sharp edges. Daniel actually felt like a pervert for noticing her feet — like one of those weirdos who lurked on wikiFeet rating people’s feet.

He definitely was a weirdo for knowing wikiFeet existed, he thought to himself.

“Do you even listen to all these songs?” She had her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she scrolled through his playlist. There must be nearly a thousand songs, or even more, on there and most of them were artists she had never heard of before. All very underground, all very niche. All very —

“Your music choice is so pretentious.” Oops, she hadn’t exactly intended to say that out loud.

“What do you mean pretentious?!”

“Well, all your songs are from artists I’ve never heard of.” She fully turned towards him, holding his phone screen out to him. “Don’t lie and tell me you don’t go out of your way to listen to artists other people have never heard of to be —” She air-quoted, “—cool.”

“Of course, I go out of my way to look for new songs! Why does that have to be a bad thing?” He turned the blinker on to overtake a slower car in front of them. “Music is important. It feeds your soul. You need a song for every moment of your life.”

Adriana blinked up at him. She hadn’t expected such a passionate response from him.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he gestured towards her. “What’s your favourite song? Like that one song that brings you back to an important moment of your life?”

Adriana drew a blank at his question. She didn’t want to think about what it said about her and her life that she couldn’t even come up with a favourite song in that moment. God, when was the last time she had actually listened to a song? Maybe read a book? Her job consumed her every waking moment that she never really stopped working till her head hit her pillow at night.

She felt oddly exposed by his question. She hadn’t expected Daniel, of all people, to send her into a philosophical spiral about her life. She shrugged it off and pulled up his Spotify.

Oh, he was going to hate this song. She couldn’t help the smirk when she saw Daniel barely holding back the wince on his face as the song she had chosen started to play.

“What?” She asked with smug satisfaction. She’d known he would be just the type of guy to hate Coldplay, especially Paradise.

“Nothing. It’s a good song.”

Adriana had to suppress a laugh at his pained admission. “It is a good song.” She leaned back in her seat, turning her head to look outside, drumming her fingers along to the music.

It was still light out, the summer evening looking deceptively early even as the clock on the dash showed it was well after 8 p.m. She wasn’t sure how much longer it would take to reach Valencia. They’d lost so much time getting out of Barcelona and queuing up at the toll booth that she feared they would reach Valencia too late to find a respectable place for the night.

She tried to surreptitiously look at the speed Daniel was doing. Why is this guy doing the speed limit? What was the use of him being a Formula One driver if he was not going to take advantage of an empty highway and Vin-Diesel it?

She cleared her throat and tried to look as nonchalant as possible. “Do you want to switch? I can drive for a bit.”

Daniel glanced over, trying to determine why she suddenly wanted to drive. “It’s ok. I’m fine driving.” He really didn’t trust her behind the wheel, but he was not going to say that aloud.

“I’m just saying — ” she nonchalantly eased back in her seat, crossing her ankles. “We’re going to be reaching Valencia later than we originally planned anyway, and we’ll have to be on the road early next morning. That doesn’t leave you much time to rest up. So, if I drive now, you can rest a bit and will not be too tired when we get on the road early tomorrow.”

“But it’s ok though —” she shrugged. “— if you don’t want to let me drive. I just wanted to help out.”

Daniel couldn’t dispute the logic behind her reasoning. He was starting to feel a bit tired anyway, it wouldn’t be too bad if he could sit back for a bit. “Ok, fine. Let me just pull over.”

“Great!” Adriana flashed him a brilliant smile as she bent down, picking her heels and throwing them in the back.

DANIEL HAD BARELY clipped his seatbelt on that Adriana peeled away from the shoulder.

“Wowowo, Michael Schumacher, slow down!”

He definitely didn’t have her down as a speed demon.

“What?!” She threw him a defiant look. “I’m barely going over the speed limit. Anyway, you’re an F1 driver — isn’t speed kind of your thing?”

“My only thing right now is for me to make the end of this trip alive.” He was smiling as he said it, his body relaxing as he stretched his legs in front of him.

The speed definitely didn’t bother him.

Adriana settled down in the driver’s seat. It was actually nice to drive — the warm breeze in her hair, the empty highway, the Spanish flat plains stretching out on either side of the road. It was the perfect therapy to let go of stress.

“So …” Daniel was tapping his fingers along to the music. “Excited for the wedding, huh?”

Adriana resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The man had managed to stay quiet all while he was driving, but now he seemed unable to sit still.

“Sure.”

Daniel raised his eyebrows at her blunt answer. “Your enthusiasm astounds me. Tell me more,” he said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, but not all of us are Mr. Funny, Outgoing and Popular,” she irritatedly pushed back her hair. “Some of us are reserved and quiet, and that’s fine.”

“There’s a fine difference between being reserved and rude.” Daniel muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” Daniel flashed her his most media-trained smile.

He should let this thing go. He should just sit through the awkward silence. He really should not — “Have I done anything to you for you to hate me like that?”

Daniel surprised even himself with that question.

He hated conflict, so he didn’t know what possessed him to ask her this question outright. Heck, he hated confrontation so much that he even stopped to chat with Zak fucking Brown every time he saw him in the paddock, even after the man had almost ended his career.

“I don’t hate you,” Adriana swiped at the stubborn strand of hair that the wind kept blowing into her face. “I just don’t like you.”

“And why is that?” Daniel turned towards her, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Sure, you’re —“ she gestured towards him, “charming and funny and people think you’re nice. Which you are, but you’re also arrogant.”

Daniel cut her off with a sardonic huff. “Babes, I’m an F1 driver. Being arrogant is a pre-requisite. If I don’t believe I’m the best, I might as well not step in the car.”

“Oh, I’m not done!” She gripped the steering wheel even tighter. “You’re vain. You think just because you’re good-looking, you’re god’s gift to women — you expect women to just fall at your feet.”

Was he vain about his looks? Maybe, yes. He’d grown up an awkward kid — he’d been self-conscious about his nose, his hair, his crooked teeth. So, when he’d woken up one day in his twenties and realised, he’d somehow grown into his looks, had he taken advantage of women throwing themselves at him? Shoot him, any other guy in his shoes would have done the same.

He was about to give her a piece of his mind, but she was not done apparently. "On top of that, you have this need to be the centre of attention. You like to have your needs catered to, which is why you always date women much younger than you. That way, they're always eager to do what you want without you having to give them anything back in return. You can keep them in neat little boxes without having to change much about your life."

This touched a sore string with Daniel. He knew he could be selfish, he had to be if he wanted to stay in Formula One because racing was the most important thing in his life — above everything else. He was not perfect or blameless, but he worked damn hard to be a better person. So, it angered him that she could sit there and allow herself to enumerate his supposed sins.

"Don't sit there on your high horse and pretend like you don't have any flaws while you thumb your nose at everybody else. The fall from your high horse is going to hurt."

She laughed derisively, the sound brittle even to her ears.

Daniel looked thunderous, his eyebrows furrowed into angry dashes. Who was she to judge him when she’d most probably been handed everything on a silver platter in life? What did she know about the struggles, the sacrifices he had to make to get to where he was?

"Even if I am guilty of all the supposed flaws you've just listed, that doesn't justify why you hate me." He held up a hand to stop whatever she was going to say. "I have been nothing but nice to you since we met. So, I don't get this hatred you have against me."

She vaulted towards him, her eyes no longer on the road. Anger had heightened her colour, her hair coming almost undone from the bun she had put it in. "Don’t pretend like you don’t know!" Her words were sharp like darts. "I heard the comment you made about me to George at his birthday party."

Daniel looked stumped. "What comment?"

“Don’t pretend as if you don’t know!”

“No seriously, what comment?!”

They glared at each other, her eyes blazing with anger, his with suspicious defiance. Suddenly, there was a horrible grating noise. It felt like something was clawing at the floor of the car, the brakes screeching as Adriana tried to bring the car to a stop.

Fucking hell, she had run over something.

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hippolotamus · 8 months ago

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run to the water (and find me there) 🧜‍♂️

Idk why but this wip has a hold on me 🥰

Is this a slightly outdated WIP ask? Yes. Do I care? Absolutely not. Because I've been holding onto it in case I had a new snip for you, dearest, and today seemed like an excellent opportunity. I reworked the beginning and added more detail, so consider this a New Old Snippet. (all prev snippets here) Enjoy, lovely 🧜‍♂️💖

Eddie Diaz is eleven years old when he meets the love of his life. In what could only be considered a miracle, his parents announce the family is taking a vacation that isn’t their usual week at Abuela and Abeulo’s ranch. Not that Eddie doesn’t enjoy his time there, but he maybe – okay definitely – gets a little frustrated hearing about how his classmates get to go to Disney World or summer camp. This is the year Eddie will finally have something cool to tell his friends. Not only is he going to the beach – in a whole other state! – he gets to take his first ever plane ride. It doesn’t even bother him that he has to sit with Sophia because he gets the window seat. An up close view as the plane ascends through white, fluffy clouds that stretch across the boundless bright blue sky and create a wispy barrier to the world below. Sipping Sprite from a plastic cup, and nibbling on cookies the nice flight attendant brought, he stares into the distance. His body feels like it’s not his own, bubbling with awe and wonder as he admires the curving horizon. He likens the experience to being pleasantly trapped in a liminal space that’s not quite earth, the cosmos or heaven. When they begin their descent, he can’t help feeling a mild sense of disappointment, already anxious to be back in the air. That immediately dissipates when he gets his first glimpse of the ground below. A complex grid of streets and highways even more densely packed with cars and houses than El Paso. From this high up they look like toys rather than functional structures used by real people. While the flight was exciting, the Los Angeles airport is less so. Well, it’s still exciting, but in more of a terrifying, confusing way. Eddie is nervous to look away from his parents or older sister for even a second, afraid he’ll be swept up in the sea of people. It’s a small comfort that his mother has Adriana, his baby sister, strapped to her chest in a carrier. “Edmundo! Help with the bags!” His father snaps, leading them towards the baggage carousel. “Why can’t Soph help, too?” Eddie asks. He’s not complaining and he doesn’t mind helping, but wouldn’t it be easier with three of them? Regardless, it was obviously the wrong question. His father sighs, looking for all the world like he’s trying to maintain what little composure he has. “Because, Edmundo, you are going to be the next head of this family. You, and not Sophia, need to learn to take responsibility. To take care of them. You are the one who needs to learn what it means to be a man.” “Ramon,” his mother cuts in. “He’s just a boy.” “Sí, mi corazón.” His father softens slightly, but it’s evident his mind is made up. “A boy who needs to be ready for life to be thrust upon him at any moment. Better that he prepare himself now.” Eddie sends his mother a grateful smile for trying.

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#still in my 'do what i want' era #one day i'll settle back on one wip #*snort*#until then i'm happy for words to be wording #buddie wip #hippo writes #fic: run to the water (and find me there)#human eddie diaz #merperson!buck #🧜‍♂️#seriously daffi i love how much love you have for this wip #it makes my tiny heart so happy #tease tidbit tuesday

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expirisims · 4 months ago

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Finishing Out Fall

It's the last day of fall! Poor Mikey!

Tina and Lulu got some good bonding time in!

Sheree got another promotion!

Aaaand Brianna is now stalking BOTH of her exes!

I'm not going to lie...I thought these two would break up several households ago! I just don't foresee this being a lasting thing!

Lulu is getting some more play time!

Oh yay! Tina and Juliana are becoming friends! Juliana NEEDED a new hairdo though!

What happened! Did I miss something? Ugh! Time for Juliana to go home and get Tina to do her homework while Sharon works from home.

And earns a promotion! And just in time! My time here is through!

Woohoo! Looks like several sims around town have been getting promotions lately!

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 22 days ago

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Too excited, these both sound awesome

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

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And since I haven’t seen a request for it recently:

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼

Yay thank you!!!

42 for 🌲:

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“A mother knows her daughter,” Ramon says. “Of course, I’m worried. But I’m following my wife’s lead on this.”

Eddie is outraged. Beyond outraged. They’re her parents. How can they be so flippant about her safety?

He makes his outrage knowns. Snaps at Ramon that if she ends up dead, it’s on them.

Then he calls his sisters. Both of them. Not at the same time. He leaves several voicemails for Adriana. None of his attempts even ring. Her phone is off. Sophia, of course, answers.

“I’m so mad at Mom,” Sophia fumes. “I don’t… I don’t understand. If this was Ellie, I’d be raising hell trying to find her.”

“Same with me, if it was Christopher,” Eddie agrees.

“Well, I’ve called the El Paso Police,” she says. “I’m going to go give my statement and see what can be done.”

“Thank you. God,” Eddie says, wiping tears from his eyes. “I’m so fucking scared.”

“We’ll find her, Eddie,” Sophia says. “We have to.”

And since Sophia has always been the reasonable one among them, Eddie believes her.

🌲

They don’t find her.

The police don’t take it seriously at all.

They don’t hear from Adriana. Not a word.

Sophia stops speaking to their parents. Disgusted by them, same as Eddie. Eddie does, but… But less. He feels a huge chasm of misunderstanding between them now. Even bigger than it was before. Their inaction plagues him.

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he two nurses - Clara and Sammy - have a green and purple glow, respectively. No matter how much he blinks, it doesn’t go away.

Buck must be losing his mind. He thinks this is probably psychological, not physiological. He’ll go to an optometrist. He’ll go to a shrink. But he’s not staying here any longer. He’s clearly going insane.

“Well, then… If you’re sure you’re fine… And all your levels and our tests suggest you are… We have no more reason to keep you.”

So Buck is discharged.

After being pronounced dying and scaring everyone into thinking he’s patient zero in an unknown disease outbreak. He’s discharged. They tell him the best explanation is a severe reaction to an unknown trigger. Kind of a weak explanation, but Buck doesn’t know what else he’d think, either. It’s all sort of a mystery. Whatever. Buck is just glad to be going home.

Buck keeps his eyes downcast as he leaves the hospital. Everyone he sees is sort of a headache. Bright, intrusive colors that he can’t ignore, pulsing and buzzing around people like neon signs. It’s going to give him a headache. And, if they know what he’s seeing, they’ll commit him to a psych ward.

Buck feels bad about whatever this must mean for him until he sees Maddie. When he lifts his head to see Maddie, waiting to pick him up, he can’t regret whatever is happening to him. Psychosomatic or not. Because Maddie is utterly surrounded by a brilliant golden light. She looks sort of like an angel. Like a heavenly creature. Buck stands and gapes at her for a minute, unable to hide his astonishment.

“Evan?” Maddie asks, seeing his vacant, awed stare. “Evan, are you okay?”

“I’m… Wow, Maddie…”

Uh, yeah. He’s blowing his cover for sure.

Maddie hurries across the waiting room and pulls him into a hug. He half expects her touch to burn him, but it doesn’t. She feels the exact same as always.

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Because Shannon can list a lot of them. Their son is alive. He’s healthy. He’s happy. They can afford his needs. But what pain did they avoid? Shannon isn’t sure. Not that that’s all on Eddie. It isn't, remotely. But neither of them was dealing with their emotions properly. And where did it get them? Now they are just two people who love each other but broke what they have in a way Shannon worries they can’t ever fix.

“I…” Eddie tries to answer. “I don’t… We’re all alive.”

Shannon nods. “Yeah. But I think we both know you want more than that.”

His face twitches. “I told you, that’s not an option.”

“Because you’re avoiding consequences?” She asks.

He shrugs. “I guess so.”

“What consequence, Eddie?” She asks, “Genuinely, what is it that scares you the most?”

He’s intense in his silence. Weighing the pros and cons of telling her.

“Just be honest,” she begs.

Eddie sighs. “That if… If one door opens another closes. Permanently.”

Shannon’s shoulders drop. “Eddie…”

He looks away from her.

“Eddie, I…” She exhales heavily. “You know why I’m not ready to… To talk about that, right?”

#daisies and briars writes #firelight fic #an angry blade fic #buddie shannon throuple fic

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brokehorrorfan · 4 months ago

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Drag Me to Hell will be released on 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray on October 29 via Scream Factory. The 2009 supernatural horror film is directed by master of horror Sam Raimi.

Raimi co-wrote the script with elder brother Ivan Raimi (Army of Darkness, Spider-Man 3). Alison Lohman, Justin Long, Lorna Raver, Dileep Rao, David Paymer, and Adriana Barraza star.

Specs and special features will be confirmed at a later date, but the extras from the previous Blu-ray edition (listed below) are expected to be carried over.

Special features:

Interview with actress Alison Lohman

Interview with actress Lorna Raver

Interview with composer Christopher Young

Production Diaries - Behind-the-scenes footage and interviews with director Sam Raimi, actors Allison Lohman, Justin Long, David Paymer, Dileep Rao, and Lorna Raver, special effects artist Greg Nicotero, director of photography Peter Deming, and more

Vintage interviews with director Sam Raimi and actors Alison Lohman and Justin Long

Theatrical trailer

TV spots

Still gallery

Christine Brown (Alison Lohman) is on her way to having it all: a devoted boyfriend (Justin Long), a hard-earned job promotion, and a bright future. But when she has to make a tough decision that evicts an elderly woman from her house, Christine becomes the victim of an evil curse. Now she has only three days to dissuade a dark spirit from stealing her soul before she is dragged to hell for an eternity of unthinkable torment.

Pre-order Drag Me to Hell.

#drag me to hell #sam raimi #alison lohman #justin long #horror #scream factory #dvd #gift #00s horror #2000s horror #lorna raver #adriana barraza #david paymer

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lgbtqreads · 1 year ago

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Do you know any LGBTQ+ holiday books or winter books?

Sure do! You can find these here: https://lgbtqreads.com/romance/by-tropearchetype/

F/F

Matzo Match by Roz Alexander

Higher by Roz Alexander (Rosh HaShana)

A Masc for Purim by Roz Alexander

How to Excavate a Heart by Jake Maia Arlow (YA)

Snow Globe by Georgia Beers

All I Want for Christmas by Georgia Beers

Checking it Twice by Lucy Bexley

*Make the Season Bright by Ashley Herring Blake

Take Me Home by Lorelie Brown (Thanksgiving) (Amz)

*Most Wonderful by Georgia Clark

Kiss Her Once For Me by Alison Cochrun

Mistletoe by Lyn Gardner

Season of Love by Helena Greer

Mangos & Mistletoe by Adriana Herrera

Under a Falling Star by Jae (Christmas)

Under the Mistletoe by Everly James

In the Event of Love by Courtney Kae (Christmas)

Collie Jolly by Leigh Landry (Christmas)

All I Want for Christmas by Clare Lydon

All I Want for Valentine’s by Clare Lydon

Christmas in Mistletoe by Clare Lydon (Amz)

Holly and Ivy by TB Markinson and Miranda MacLeod

Stocking Stuffers by Erin McLellan

Party Favors by Erin McLellan

The Holiday Trap by Roan Parrish

The Christmas Ball by Lily Seabrooke

Silent Night by Lily Seabrooke

Eight Kinky Nights by Xan West (Chanukah)

M/M

The Geek Who Saved Christmas by Annabeth Albert

Catered All the Way by Annabeth Albert (Christmas)

A (Fake) Boyfriend for Christmas by Sean Ashcroft

Faux Ho Ho by ‘Nathan Burgoine

Felix Navidad by ‘Nathan Burgoine

Hearts Alight by Elliot Cooper (Hanukkah) (Amz)

Real World by AJ Cousins (Christmas)

Glass Tidings by AJ Cousins (Christmas)

You’re a Mean One, Matthew Prince by Timothy Janovsky

Candy Hearts by Erin McLellan

His for Hanukkah by Reese Morrison – T (Amz)

A Boyfriend for Christmas by Jay Northcote

A Family For Christmas by Jay Northcote

What Happens at Christmas by Jay Northcote (Amz)

The Longest Night by EE Ottoman – T

The Holiday Trap by Roan Parrish

Finding My Elf by David Valdes

Kissing Santa Claus by Max Walker

Red Envelope by Atom Yang (Lunar New Year) (Amz)

M/F

The Mistletoe Motive by Chloe Liese – DF

Bottle Rocket by Erin McLellan – BM

F/NB

Christmas Inn Maine by Chelsea M. Cameron (Demigirl)

NB/NB

A Very Enby Christmas by Eli Wray

M/F/M

Her Christmas Cookie by Katrina Jackson

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mermaidsirennikita · 9 days ago

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NOVEMBER 2024 LGBT+ ROMANCE RECS

It's always important to support diverse books, y'all. This isn't new.

But on a financial and outspoken level, it's going to be important in the coming days for Americans (and honestly, unfortunately, non-Americans too) to support queer (and BIPOC) books.

So, with no preamble.... And I do want to make clear, I'm a cis white woman (sexuality: God, I don't even know anymore)... Queer books I think you should try—

F/F:

Make the Season Bright by Ashley Herring-Blake. Contemporary. CHRISTMAS. Charlotte heads to her best friend's house for the holidays, only to find that her best friend's sister brought HER best friend... Brighton, Charlotte's childhood sweetheart who left her at the altar years ago. Angst, lots of holiday dating, and hot hot sex ensue.

Seas and Greetings by Sierra Simone and Julie Murphy. Contemporary. Christmas-adjacent. A high-end influencer embarks on a brand cruise with a stern, super hot bodyguard. But someone is threatening to expose her secret... (not her bisexuality).

This Will Be Fun by E.B. Asher. Fantasy. Years after their fearless leader is killed saving the world, a fgroup of heroes must come back together to... save the world again? Sort of? Two core romances, one of which is m/f and one of which is f/f—a nerdy witchy agoraphobic type comes back into play with the assassin she used to hook up with on previous quests.

Set the Record Straight by Hannah Bonam-Young. Contemporary. Christmas! A pair of friends do the classic fake dating thing when one of them needs a girlfriend for a work function and the other needs a girlfriend to show up her ex at a holiday get together. Bi awakening, very sweet, novella.

An Island Princess Starts a Scandal by Adriana Herrera. Historical. Latina and Afro-Latina leads. An heiress strikes a deal with an older businesswoman; she'll give the businesswoman the property she wants in exchange for an introduction and adventure in sapphic Paris before our girl has to marry a man. Truly excellent content.

The Stars Too Fondly by Emily Hamilton. Sci-fi. A scientist ends up accidentally launching herself and her friends into space, and their only help is the hologram of the ship's former captain, who mysteriously went missing with her entire crew years ago. Also, she's a hot ice queen.

A Sweet Sting of Salt by Rose Sutherland. Historical fantasy. A midwife helps a mysterious fisherman's wife give birth, only to find that the woman's origins may be more mystical than they seem. Spoiler alert: lesbian selkies. Also spoiler alert: Comeuppance for a shitty, shitty husband.

A Long Time Dead by Samara Breger. Historical paranormal. A sex worker is transformed into a vampire and enters into a looooong term sapphic love triangle with the villain of the novel and the uptight, persnickety mentor who's taken her in. Kinda like Interview with the Vampire, but hotter and gayer (yes) and way less of a sausage fest.

Mortal Follies by Alexis Hall. Historical fantasy. A young debutante in a "Midsummer Night's Dream x Pride and Prejudice" type world ends up hexed and in a back and forth with a mysterious lady duke rumored to have committed at least two murders.

The Conquering of Tate the Pious by Sierra Simone. Historical. A medieval abbess has to defend her nunnery against the villainous lady conqueror who's come to town. "Defend" can mean many things, FYI.

The Fiancee Farce by Alexandra Bellefleur. Contemporary. A fun little fake dating inheritance game book, in which a cover model/heiress convinces a woman who's already been pretending that she's his girlfriend to quiet questions, to... You know. Fake being her fiancee. In a farce.

M/M

The Will Darling Adventures by KJ Charles. Trilogy, historical. A WWI vet gets entangled with capers and espionage, while falling for a former Bolshevik upper class danger man. SO FUN.

The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting by KJ Charles. Historical. A romcom in which a prickly upper class man strikes a deal... of a carnal nature... after catching a fortune hunter trying to seduce his niece.

The Witch Walker Series by Charissa Weaks. Fantasy. Multiple romances, and the primary is M/F, but there are multiple POVs and a prominent, excellent, villain second chance romance between two men, both of whom have POVs. Additionally, the hero of the M/F romance has recently been revealed to be bi through the offshoot Tales from Tiressia. Yay!

We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian. Historical. 1950s reporters begin as friends, then become roommates, then become... more than roommates.

You Should Be So Lucky by Cat Sebastian. Historical. A baseball player on a rough streak and a grieving and snippy reporter following him around on the sports beat get entangled.

The Queer Principles of Kit Webb by Cat Sebastian. Historical. A former highwayman-turned-cafe-owner agrees to mentor a dandy in the art of highwaymanery so that he can steal from his horrible father. Has deminisexual rep, as well as disability rep.

Glitterland by Alexis Hall. Contemporary. A bipolar down on his luck author hooks up with a working class club kid, then accidentally ends up in a relationship.

Saint by Sierra Simone. Contemporary. A monk ends up touring monasteries with his reporter ex-boyfriend. Lots of exploration of mental health here (and it's super hot).

The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by KJ Charles. Historical. A new baronet moves to the marsh to care for his messy family, only to find out that one of the leading members the local organized crime family is that guy he used to anonymously hook up with.

The Nobleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel by KJ Charles. A veteran turned nobleman employs a secretary in order to help him hold on to his title (his family hates him) only to realize... that secretary... is hot.

Snow Place Like L.A. by Sierra Simone and Julie Murphy. Contemporary. Christmas-adjacent. A costume designer runs into the one who got away and is SUPER BITTER. But, you know. It's a time for forgiveness.

Mafia Target by Mila Finelli. Dark/mafia. An assassin after a prominent don's son gets obsessed in a different way, and their game of cat and mouse becomes something more.

Band Sinister by KJ Charles. Historical. A flustered young innocent ends up having to head over to the Dangerous House after his sister has to rest there following an injury. Finds out that the group of scoundrels there are both better and worse than he thought. Sendup to gothics!

Heated Rivalry and The Long Game by Rachel Reid. Hockey contemporary. A pair of connected books about the long-term relationship between two hockey rivals, which begins as a hookup situationship and turns into something more... One of my ultimates!

Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall. Historical. After the woman he proposes to runs away, a stuffy duke enlists her fabulous twin brother to help him catch her... Demi rep.

Trans and NB

The Prospects by KT Hoffman. Baseball contemporary. The first trans man in the league ends up on the same team as the guy who abandoned their friendship years ago—leading to a rivalry... which leads to another thing.

Rules for Ghosting by Shelly Jay Shore. Light paranormal. A ghost-seeing trans guy ends up having to return to helping with his family's funeral home... And falls for a volunteer... only that volunteer's husband is currently haunting him. Jewish rep.

Most Ardently by Gabriel Cole Navoa. Historical. YA. A Pride and Prejudice retelling in which we have Oliver Bennet, a trans boy trying his best, and Darcy, the dude he hates.

A Shore Thing by Joanna Lowell. Historical. A widow ends up on a long distance bicycle race with a rakish former artist turned bicycle fiend, who happens to be trans. As a note, the author is married to a trans man who happens to be a queer historian!

Chef's Choice by TJ Alexander. Contemporary. A down on her luck woman agrees to pretend to date a Frenchman from a billionaire family as he embarks on an ancestral cooking challenge. Both leads are trans.

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall. Historical. After faking her death at Waterloo in order to transition, a woman ends up tending to her former best friend as he recovers from PTSD and a laudanum addiction. He doesn't recognize her at first. At first... Disability and addiction rep.

For the Love of April French by Penny Aimes. Contemporary. A trans woman hooks up with a stranger, only to discover he's just been hired as a higher-up with her company.

The Pairing by Casey McQuiston. Contemporary. Exes (one of whom has come out as NB since they broke up) end up on the same European food and wine tour years later, and agree to reestablish their friendship (dating back to childhood) in a competition to see who can hook up with the most people.

His Valet by S.M. LaViolette. Historical. An NB valet (uses she/her pronouns in respect to the era) pretends to be a man while infatuated with her boss. In order to have a few nights with him, they take up the identity of a mysterious widow... And it spirals BIG TIME from there.

Unmasked by the Marquess by Cat Sebastian. Historical. A marquess believes his new best friend is a man—they're actually in disguise (uses she/her pronouns in respect to the era). After he discovers their true identity, the friendship yields to more...

Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall. Historical. A genderfluid dandy sets out to grudgingly help her ex seduce a castrato soprano... Only to capture their attention herself.

Queer Non-Monogamy (Everyone Is Together To Be Clear)

Triple Sec by TJ Alexander. Contemporary. Open poly triad romance. A bartender meets a sparkly lawyer, only to find out that the sparkly lawyer has an NB spouse. While our bartender dates the lawyer at first, she soon begins recognizing a tension between herself and her new girlfriend's prickly, aloof wife...

The New Camelot Trilogy by Sierra Simone. Dark contemporary, closed triad. A retelling of King Arthur set within the presidency. Super sexy, super angsty, suuuuper poly.

The Lyonesse Series by Sierra Simone (ongoing). Dark contemporary, closed triad (presumably). A retelling of Tristan and Isolde, in which a bodyguard falls for his boss, then is sent to collect said boss's fiancee... And the shit really hits the fan. Again, super hot, really intense.

The Thornchapel Series by Sierra Simone. Dark light paranormal. Closed(ish) triad with a secondary but prominent monogamous f/f romance. A group of childhood friends get back together just in time for a mysterious magic to begin wreaking havoc on the land... VERY dark academia with some pretty intense taboo (message me if concerned).

Consort of Fire and Queen of Dreams by Kit Rocha. Fantasy, closed triad. A princess sets out to marry a dragon shifter known for killing his previous spouses—except she, with the help of her handmaiden and lover, sets out to kill HIM.

Give Me More by Sara Cate. Contemporary, closed triad. A married couple and their best friend set out on a road trip together, only for things to become... blurred.

#romance novel blogging #books #romance novels #book recs #book reviews #lgbt+ books #lgbt books #book recommendations

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prosperdemeter2 · 7 months ago

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Teaser Tuesday - watermark

Listen... there were no parts that I could share that aren't, inevitably, painful so... here. Take. I apologize and hope you enjoy your little nibble until Friday.

Eddie opened his eyes, and he stood in the middle of his Abuela’s old backyard, the air still and the sun setting over the lake Abuelo had taught him how to fish on. He had only ever known Abuelo weathered and old, with tired, bright green eyes and laugh lines carved into his mouth. He was younger when he rounded Eddie’s shoulder, his hands steady on both of them as he led him forward. Or maybe Eddie was simply younger than he remembered being because when he looked down at his feet, they were in Power Rangers sneakers, and the world seemed so much bigger than it had seemed in years. “Let’s talk, Eddito.” Inside, he could hear Adriana laughing with Abuela in the kitchen, and he had always wanted to join them, although Abuela told him he couldn’t with a patient kiss to his head. This is our special thing, okay, bebe? You and me? We have our special thing too, don’t we? But what could Eddie say? He didn’t like being kept out of things that had Adriana laughing with rosy cheeks. She always looked so pretty whenever she was happy, just like their mom. Pepa didn’t have the same rules, but maybe that was because Pepa watched him more than she watched Adriana, since Adriana’s theater classes were at the same time as Eddie’s karate. “Sit, sit.” Abuelo picked him up under his armpits and distributed him on the old picnic bench where his feet couldn’t touch the dock. His arm was warm behind Eddie’s neck, his hand splayed over his left shoulder, his wedding ring glittering in the setting sun. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Eddito?” “A long time?” He echoed in curiosity. “Over twenty years now.” Abuelo hummed. Eddie hunched himself forward, and his feet landed steady on the dock, holding his weight up. Abuelo’s hand never moved, only pressed harder when Eddie leaned his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. “Cuidado,” Abuelo cautioned. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.” “Am I dead?” “Not yet.” “Christopher -.” “Shh,” Abuelo soothed softly, gently. “Think about yourself for once, nieto. Your Christopher is fine.” “This can’t be happening.” Eddie said into his hands. “I need to go home, I need -.” Abuelo’s tongue ticked, a noise that was so familiar that it sparked a memory in Eddie’s soul. He hadn’t heard it for so long that he was surprised to see that it still had the same gut reaction within him. Abuelo would click his tongue, and Abuela would slap his arm, and they would trade a look between them like they couldn’t believe the audacity of what someone had just said. “You need rest.” Abuelo correctly sternly. “Look at this sunset. When have you ever seen one as pretty as this, huh?” Eddie peaked through his fingers to look at it. It was pretty, glittering against the water and reflecting the clouds above on its surface. It was the sort of sunset they would have admired, the whole 118. Bobby would have called them up to the roof to watch it as it set against the backdrop of the city, conversation light and no one would have looked twice when Eddie or Buck curled themselves around each other, a bookend to the rest of the team. An indisputable fact of the whole of them. “My family needs me.” “Yes,” Abuelo agreed with a patient nod. “They do.” “I need to go home.” “Eddie,” Abuelo sighed. “You might not be able to make it home.”

#rewrite #buddie #911 fic #watermark #teaser tuesday #buddie fic

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rafecameronsslxt · 2 years ago

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Hooked

Warnings: Smut, fingering, dirty talk, and toxic themes.

Synopsis: After last night's ending Adriana picks up the mess and Rafe quickly goes to sex for an apology. Then go for golf which leads to something bigger than expected.

Rafe Cameron x OC

Minors DO NOT INTERACT, you will be BLOCKED.

Part TWO of series. (Can be read as stand alone)

Part ONE- Part THREE- Part FOUR- Part FIVE- Part SIX- Part SEVEN

Masterlist

I woke up to the bright sun shining through the window, waiting on no one. I rubbed my eyes to see Rafe next to me. I look at him for a second, his messy, dirty blonde hair that feels good when you run your hands through it and the sun directly on his face, but then I remember last night and get up from the bed. I throw some shorts on and walk downstairs to the kitchen, which is trashed.

I pick up the empty beer cans and glass bottles, throwing them away in the trash as it makes a lot of noise. Then, since I’m hungry, I make breakfast for myself and the others. Eggs and bacon were all I was going to cook; it was nine, which was way too early for me to be up.

Wheezie was the first to come down. “Mhm, you cook?” Wheezie asks me tiredly. “Yep, and it’s done. Want some?” I smile sweetly at her so that she won't say no. She nods her head, and I make her a plate. She picks the bacon up like a bomb and then smells it. “It’s not poisoned, Wheezie,” I say, offended, but then she eats it. Her face turns surprised. “Ok, for simple bacon from you, that’s amazing.” I’m not sure if I should take it as a compliment or not, but I do. I squeal, hugging her. “Ok, ok.” She giggles.

Then another pair of footsteps came down the stairs. “Why are we happy at nine in the morning?” Sarah asks us, rubbing her face exhausted. “Wheezie finally liked what I cooked.” Sarah smiled at me, almost letting a laugh slip, making me cross my arms. Sarah then makes herself a plate and starts eating. “Pretty good,” Sarah says to herself while watching me run upstairs. “Where are you going?” She questions me, covering her mouth since she’s eating. “Rafe.” I cough and look at her before going back up.

Before I woke Rafe up, I went into the guest bathroom to look at myself. My jaw drops when

my face is tear-stained and smeared with mascara. It was supposed to be water proof what the hell! I run my hands over my face with water, wiping off the mascara with my fingers. I look back up and see Rafe standing beside me in the mirror.

“Jesus, you scared me.” I let out a sigh of relief after jumping out of my body. I pat a hand towel over my face and watch his arms go around my waist, leaning his head on the back of mine. “I’m sorry. Last night was my fault. I shouldn’t have convinced you to do that, baby.” He whispers in my ear softly, and I stop patting my face and put the hand towel down.

Rafe’s hand goes under my shirt, and his fingers run up and down my torso, barely touching my skin. Shivers roll down my spine. His fingers run under my shorts' hem but leave, returning to my torso. My breathing becomes out of place. “Babe, your sisters are waiting. We can’t be long.”

When I look into the mirror, he’s looking back at me. I looked into his eyes, finding nothing. Rafe had never intimidated me like this before. He looked at me, infuriated, maybe almost controlling. Finally, he stopped rubbing my side and gripped my torso tightly. “I know, baby. This is for you. Everything. Just let me please you, hm.” He said it too calmly, almost in a threatening manner.

“Are you mad at me? Rafe, this better not be some sick game because I swear to god-” His hand slid down into my shorts. His fingers are cold as he runs a finger up and down me. “I didn’t think you’d be this wet.” His cold fingers feel good against my hot flesh. He uses my cum as lubrication and slowly rubs in circles with two fingers. “Fuck. Rafe, baby, please. I need you.” I cry out but then bite my lip. I lean my head against his shoulder for support.

Adriana lays her head on me. I watch, not taking my eyes off her as she falls to pieces in front of me. Had this been another sick game of mine? Yes, but I could quickly shut my baby up. We’ve always been co-dependent on each other since fifth grade. It wouldn’t stop now or ever. Neither of us could live without each other, even if I started to fuck things up.

I’d still been a little mad despite my sincere apology about last night, and sooner or later, she’ll figure out this was about control. Not just sex. She’s smart. “You’re smart, baby,” I tell her, whispering. I push two fingers into her. She gasps in pleasure. Her grip tightens on my arm. “You’re my pretty girl. Only my baby.”

“Only for you, Rafe- god, I fucking love you.” She gave me an open mouth kiss that consisted of more spit than kissing, but I wasn’t opposed.

Something we don’t usually talk about is how I’m her first boyfriend. I got the honor of doing everything first. She’d never be able to date someone else because I’ll always be with her at the end of the day. But she’s my first girlfriend too, though I didn’t lose my virginity to her first. Besides that, everything we’ve done has been our first together, and no one will take it away.

“Mhm, I love you too.” I curl my fingers and thrust my fingers into her cunt hard. She was so tight that it was hard to fit two fingers in.

My legs started feeling weak as the minutes passed. He fingered me roughly. It had been three months since having sex, and it felt like he was splitting me open. Then, He took his fingers out of me.

“Rafe!” I cried at the loss of his fingers. I just needed to be full of him- of Rafe. His fingers vigorously circled my clit. I couldn’t get a word out because of all the overwhelming bliss I had missed from him. “Fuck Rafe faster, baby.” I moaned out. He’d already been going fucking fast- Oh. My. God. “Cum on my fingers, baby, come on.” I locked eyes with him in the mirror, but my eyes started rolling back, and my legs started staggering to stand. I almost fall to the tiled floor before Rafe picks me up.

Rafe takes me to his room and throws me on the bed. “Shit, we’re not done?” I pant, propping myself up on my forearms. He reaches over to the bedside table and checks my phone.

“Ten O’clock, we have time.” Rafe’s face changes into disgust. “Why did JJ text you?” He puts my phone back on the table. “They're my friends Rafe.” I cross my arms in disbelief that he’s trying to start a fight right now.

“They're not friends, Ad. Their low lives.” Rafe realizes that I’m getting mad and changes the subject. He gets on top of me, pressing his lower half onto me. I feel his erect cock exactly pressing into my vagina. “Can I fuck you without a condom? Also, I want to cum into you this time.” I start biting my lip. “I’m not taking birth control, Rafe.” I run my hands through his hair. “Come on, baby. I just want to feel you and make it worth it.” He pleads to me. I take my shorts along with my panties off.

He smirks at me, chuckling. “You’re so fucking dirty, baby.” Rafe shakes his head, laughing. I watch him throw off his shorts and underwear. “I learned from the best.” Rafe starts unbuttoning his button-up that I stole. I wrap my hands around his cock and slowly slide it up and down my slit. “Did you cum in your underwear?” I question because he had more than a little ‘pre-cum.’ Rafe’s tough facade fades, and his face changes to bright red.

“How could I not? You were pressing on me and moaning, baby.” He smiles down at me. It felt great to have that kind of power over a guy, especially Rafe. He removes my hand from his cock. Rafe pushes my hands above my head and holds both of my hands together with one of his hands. He lets go of my hands and connects his mouth to my tits. I feel his tip push into me. I gasped in surprise, thinking he’d warn me.

Rafe looks up at me and licks my nipple while his free hand, away from his cock, gropes and kneads my boob. “Rafe fuck me already. Please!” I beg my boyfriend, who is not giving in. I feel his tip come out and lay against my soft flesh. Rafe flashes a pretty smile at me, one that would melt my heart if we hadn’t been in his bedroom fucking.

I bring Rafe back up to my level and kiss him. Brutal and intense like he does to me. I feel an extra amount of spit in my mouth that wasn’t there before. “Did you just spit in my mouth!?” I laugh, swallowing his saliva.

He nods his head leaning for another kiss. I take this as an advantage to push his tip back into me, and then I wrap my legs around his torso, forcing his dick into me. I let out a throaty moan. He starts thrusting his cock into me at an unholy pace. “Shit baby, you are so- fucking tight around me.” My body willingly does anything he asks.

Rafe puts his forehead onto mine as we do an unholy sin. “You don’t realize how much- ah- I love you.” His hips start hitting my cervix. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto Rafe. “I love you so much- more,” I whine out in ecstasy, and then I feel his balls slapping against me.

The only thing to be heard throughout his room are obscene noises from our skin, moans, and the sweet nothings Rafe is telling me while fucking me senseless. The rawness of him has never felt so extraordinary.

I bring one of my hands down to my clit, rubbing it quickly. I feel Rafe’s thrusts get sloppier by the second. “Rafe. I’m about to cum.” My hand movements sped up on my clit until I felt Rafe’s hands remove mine. His calloused fingers feel good against me. “Come on baby cum on me. I want you to be all over me!” I start pinching my nipples roughly. My legs start shaking again, and my pussy clenches around Rafe’s dick more times than I can count.

After another second, I cum. “Baby! You just fucking squirted on me.” Rafe says enthusiastically while thrusting into me and rubbing my clit to the point where it burns. One more heartless thrust into me, and he comes, and then I squirt again. I start panting, looking at the mess I’ve made on Rafe. “Mhm, I didn’t know you could do that. You’re a fucking slut for me.” He whispers sinisterly into my ear while thrusting his cock in me. I feel his cum dripping down my thighs. “I love being your slut. I want you to fuck me every day, whenever and where ever.” In reality, I’d never let him fuck me where ever, but he already knows this.

“Mhm, as much as I would like to stay with you, I can’t. I’m meeting my friends later on.” I smile while leaning over him. “Baby, I told Topper we’d play golf with him.” I flop back down on the bed with a grumble. I hated golf. Top knows that, and so does Rafe. It was such a kook thing, but all you did was hit a ball into the air and say, ‘OMG! It went so far,’ but it actually hit someone not even five feet away. “So you didn’t e- never mind. I’m heading back to my house to change, and I expect you to pick me up.” Of course, don’t ask what I’m doing for the rest of the day—inconsiderate asshole.

I walk into my house, annoyed, and see my parents in the dining room. “Don’t think you’re sneaking past. Get in here!” My mom said in a stern voice. “Mom, I can’t right now. I have to play golf with Rafe and Top. Can you guys just give me a break?” I rub my temples in aggravation; surprisingly, she lets me go, and no warnings. I run up to my bedroom, rush in the shower, do my makeup and everything else and now for clothes.

A white button tank top that I didn’t button up, basically putting my cleavage on display for anyone to see. I took a pink pleated skirt out of my closet and put it on along with white golf gloves. I put my hair into a pretty ponytail and walked downstairs to see Rafe chatting with my parents. Rafe starts choking up his water. “Sweetheart, you look beautiful. Now go, or your dad will have a heart attack.” My mom whispers in my ear, giggling. I grab Rafe’s hand, quickly dragging him behind me. “Bye, daddy. Love you.” I yell to him, shutting the front door and not waiting for a response.

“Why are you wearing this to golf? Button it up, baby, seriously.”

Rafe squints at me, trying to cover his eyes from the sun, but button up my top. “Get off of me. Let’s go before my parents question why you’re touching my chest.” I sigh loudly, removing Rafe’s greedy hands from me.

Rafe throws his arm over my shoulder. “Did you bring mine?” I look around at the palm trees and then at Rafe. The sun streaks across his face while we walk in and out of the shade. He looks like he’s radiating an ego today. He nods his head. “You look gorgeous today.” I smile at him, showing him my flawless shiny teeth.

“I feel like a real kook; get me out of here.” I pretend to fake cry leaning my head on Rafe’s shoulder. Rafe playfully pushes me off his shoulder, laughing.

We finally get to the golf course seeing Top already there. They do their little bro handshake, and they take out their clubs. “Rafe, baby, can you get mine out.” I grin at him. “You came.” Top smiles at me. I put my arm around him and pinch his ear brutally hard. “Don’t ever invite me again. I politely ask you.” I put my hand on his head and messed his hair up. “Ok, you did not need to hurt me.” He rubs his ear in pain but then gets a look in his eye. I start backing away. I shake my head, but before I can run, he grabs my waist and starts tickling me.

Topper and me had been like brother and sister. He was the brother I never had and was sure as hell the best brother I could ask for besides JJ. “Ok, ok.” Rafe puts my golf club in between Top and me. I grab my gold club and point it at Topper. “Watch your back.” He puts his hands up, surrendering.

I feel Rafe kiss my temple while Top hits the golf ball. After a couple more rounds, we decide to take a break. “You know I love when you wear your hats backwards.” I throw my arms around his neck and smile as he kisses me. It was quite a turn-on. “Ok, we should go get your ball,” I propose, but something catches Rafe’s eye.

I look behind me, and I see Pope. Shit. I form a distance between Rafe and me as Topper steps in the middle of us. “Wow- wow, I don’t think he’s a member, do you?” Rafe holds his golf club up to his chin and watches Pope.

He has bags of groceries and beer in his hands, most likely for someone who paid for it. “It’s fine- it’s fine. Let’s just go get your ball.” Topper tries. “He put a gun to your head, bro.” Rafe looks at me for a second, and he gets a very well-known look in his eye that I’ve seen more than once. He wants to start something.

“It’s fine- Rafe, Rafe. Let’s get your ball, man.”

Rafe is already walking down to Pope. You hit Toppers back, but knowing Top, he won’t do anything to help. I cross my arms feeling uncomfortable. I watch Rafe walk up to Pope, stopping him with the golf club. I decide not to step in but watch because what am I going to do? Hit my own boyfriend in the head with my golf club.

I want to do something because Pope will get angry at me, and I don’t want that right now. Things were not supposed to be like this today.

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