#miles x sol

[loisfreakinglane]

Isis King and Todd Grinnell in WITH LOVE // 2.03 “Lily's Double Quinceañera”

[arachnoia]

formula 1 | [1] | across the spiderverse

in which you turn suspicious of your cousin Miles and follow him, only to find out he’s part of a racing gang.

love triangle between hobie, miguel, and you a/n- HI! So basically this is a repost but I wanted to updated it with more ! i really want to make this into a series and am very hyped about it ! i thought that it was too short last time!

(will include Spanish that is not translated! ty!)

1998 | New York City.

Your eyes flickered as you were met with the smell of your Tia’s cooking.

Empanadillas. Your favorite.

Your back hurt from lugging some of your uncle’s car parts yesterday. You barely got home at 3 for helping your uncle Aaron with some client that needed an oil change.

You got up and stretched as you went to brush your teeth and wash your face. You felt tired as fuck.

You made your way to the kitchen where you saw your Tia Rio running around the kitchen, trying to make sure things aren’t burnt.

“Hey, Tia! Are those empanadillas I smell-“

“Ay, bendito! Get up, Y/N! Wake your brother up!” She pushed you towards the hallway and went back to flipping tortillas.

You groaned and went to Miles’ room before you knocked it down and hit him with a throw pillow on his chair, “DESPIERTA, ��MANO!”

Miles pushed you and covered his face with his pillow, “2 more minutes, please!”

“Nope! Tia wants you up already. And yes, Unc already left in case you want to ask.”

As you left, you heard Miles mutter a little ‘yes’.

You went back to your room and dressed for the weather; a cropped white cami, black cargo pants, and some Jordans.

Summer vacation barely started and you felt exhausted.

You had a part-time at your uncle’s mechanic shop where you help with cars. And right now, thanks to Tia Rio, you had somewhere to stay. Miles wasn’t actually your brother but you just called him that.

You wanted well for Miles. You practically considered him a brother and never would want him in stupid shit that would involve him doing something detrimental to himself.

You worried a bit when he started to come back late home and you had to cover for him. You thought he just went out with Ganke, his friend from school. But you weren’t always sure sometimes because he would come home with some scratches or would be hurt. You tried asking but always got hit with “Oh it was Ganke’s cat” or “Nah I just fell on the way home. I was studying” so you quit it.

But as long he’s okay, you’re okay.

You stayed with Rio since your parents lived back in Chicago and you went to school in New York.

All you had now were Tia Rio, Uncle Jeff, Uncle Aaron, and Miles. But that didn’t matter. You were happy.

You got 2 empanadillas before you took a scoop of rice and swiftly left the kitchen, “Ya me voy, Tia!”

You took your skateboard, and your canvas bag, and went to Aaron’s since he needed your assistance again for work on the AC.

Skateboarding while occasionally glancing at graffiti or some posters was your favorite thing to do and listening to your current favorite cassette on your Walkman (currently 'Fantasy' by Mariah Carey).

You felt old since you've had it for a good few years.

Your major was currently in business in case you wanted to start up something in the future

“What’s up, Unc!” You dabbed up your uncle as he laughed. “What’s good, man? We’re gonna have to work on this AC. They want it done by 4. Think you-“

“Yes, I got it.”

You cracked your knuckles as you got to work, picking up the roof of the car and working on the AC.

It didn’t take long to finish. You did auto shop in high school and it was easy to fix. You also added a new air freshener because you felt nice today.

After working on a few other cars and their issues, you noticed it was getting dark out and felt tired.

“Imma clock out. Bye, Unc!” You said your goodbyes and took your skateboard to go back to Rio’s.

Until you saw Miles, walking around the street.

“Hey, what’s up”

You stopped before you saw Miles looking around the street and sneakily going to an alley.

This part of New York ain’t pretty and you were not pleased to see your 17-year-old cousin sneaking around. It was 7 p.m too which was even more strange since Miles' studying ended at 3.

You dropped your skateboard and started following Miles. You didn’t care, you had 4 other skateboards and it was old anyway.

You couldn’t believe this! Was he doing drugs?

It wasn’t until Miles took a turn to an abandoned warehouse, near a bodega you used to go with him.

“Just what the hell are you doing Miles..?”

You slid through the fence opening and hid behind a blue barrel, just watching.

Miles then went into the warehouse and a few minutes later, he popped out with a car.

Since when did Miles have a car?! A Ford Mustang Fastback to be exact.

It looked like the same one Aaron had but never used. Your Uncle Aaron has a collection of cars and never paid attention, but you did.

You knew Miles could drive because you taught him how to back in Chicago when he came to visit.

He came out of the car and went inside the warehouse where you followed him again.

Right when he was going to enter, you had enough, “OYE MILES!”

Miles froze and turned around facing you. He looked like he saw a ghost.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

Your face shifted to a confused face. Miles always has called you by your nickname, never by Y/N.

“Miles what’s going on?”

“Noth-“

Your voice turned stern as you grabbed his shoulder to look you in the eye, “Miles, what the fuck is going on?!”

“Y/N…”

“Answer me, Miles.”

“Y/N!”

“JUST ANSWER ME!”

“I-I don’t think you should be here…”

Your eyebrow raised at your cousin’s words.

“Says who?”

Miles' face shifted from distraught to scared.

You felt a tap on your shoulder from behind you, sending shivers down your spine as you felt claw-like nails scratch the material of your shirt as the man tapped you. His voice only sent more shivers.

“Says me.”

The man had a black wifebeater, dark blue jeans, a gold chain, and a noticeable spiderweb tattoo on his bicep.

Miles looked at him and gave him a scared look.

“Oh shit.”

The voice’s owner looked serious.

If he didn’t look like he’d shoot you, you would totally ask him out for some drinks at a bar but considering your circumstances right now, it was the last thing on your mind.

Your heart raced as he looked at you, his red eyes piercing into yours before shifting his gaze to Miles.

“Mira, Morales. What did I say about bringing girls here?”

Miles’ eyes widened as you pursed your lips, “Did he just say, girls? As in plural? Miles, I swear to god I’m gonna beat your ass and all of these bitches-”

“Yo sis-” Miles kept shaking his head frantically as if he was petrified, which he looked like he was.

“How could ya keep this from me? I taught you how to drive, how to”

The man then looked at you and raised his eyebrow, “Look. You either shut your pretty little mouth or we get into problems, and I won’t hesitate to involve your hermanito either.”

He held your chin to face him up even more until you saw a tattooed arm with a punk spiked bracelet. You looked over to the man and he winked at you before having a staring contest with the other man holding you.

“Hands off the girl, mate. If she taught Miles how to drive, then maybe we could use her to some advantage…”

The man with the bracelet gripped at the other’s hand until he finally let go of your chin.

Bracelet guy peered at you and smiled again, “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself! The name’s S-Punk, but you can just call me Hobie and this scary grump is Miguel.”

You slightly smiled at him due to his cute British accent in which he returned the smile.

Miguel glared at the sight and scoffed, “How in puta madre is this little girl going to help us? Prolly doesn’t even know what horsepower is-”

You glared at him and scoffed, “This little girl has worked with over 500 cars in her 23 years of living so don’t think for a fucking second that I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to face you and felt his minty breath against your lips. His nonchalant face slightly shifted with him pursing his lips at how close you two were.

“Come and try me, little boy.”

Miles stared at the sight in shock and grabbed you by the arm, “Yo I needa talk with her. I’ll meet back with y’all soon.”

You looked back to Hobie chuckling while covering his mouth and Miguel rolling his eyes, regaining his calm composure. You heard Hobie talk but didn’t know if you heard Hobie correctly: “She sure had an effect on you, mate.”

What the hell?

Miles fastened his pace and led you to the side of the warehouse where he then put his hands on his face and yelled.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”

You put your hand on your hip and raised your eyebrow, “Oh I know you did not just talk to me like that?”

Miles looked at you annoyed, “That guy you were just talking to? Miguel? He’s so- UGH! You should’ve just shut up!”

“What the fuck do you mean he’s so?”

His face grew concerned.

Miles began pacing back and forth and held his head down before he looked up and scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Y/N, look. He’s dangerous and I don’t want you-"

“MILES! IF YOU KNEW HE WAS DANGEROUS THEN WHY DID YOU" You took a deep breath and calmed down to hopefully get a reasonable answer, “Okay, why is he so dangerous?”

Miles looked shocked from your change in demeanor and took a deep breath, “Sis, don’t get mad, okay?”

You looked at him and glared, “Why would I?”

Miles sighed and held you by your shoulders tightly, “Miguel is a leader of a racing gang…he’s dangerous because he’s one of New York’s fastest racers. And one of the most lethal…”

Your blank expression became even more evident and you froze, “So Miles…you’re in a racing gang?”

Miles gulped and sighed again, “Yes…BUT IT'S FOR THE MONEY. Mira sis, imagine all the shit we could do with that money if I win a race? You can be a mechanic-“

You held your finger against his lips to shush him, “Don’t bring my ambition into some bullshit. Miles, how could you? What if you get killed? You just said Miguel-“

“Miguel can help me. Look, you taught me how to drive and you met Hobie, he considers me a good driver!”

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, “Then where the hell is the money?”

Miles flashed a sheepish grin and pointed down to his feet.

He happened to get some new Jordan 13s.

“So what happened to the whole ‘Oh sis! I’ll pay for your dreams!’ when you just-“

You gripped your temple and sighed.

“Hey, I gotta look fresh for the ladies! But some of these races can bet up to 10 grand…”

Miles stopped as he looked beside your shoulder to find Hobie, leaning against the wall and smoking some blunt, “Yo Morales, Miguel wants to see you.”

Miles nodded and left you frozen before Hobie spoke again, pointing at you with his blunt.

“Bring her too.”

He raised his eyebrow in confusion, “Why does Miguel want to see Y/N?”

Hobie smiled as he blew smoke from his blunt, “Oh so that’s the girl’s name? Y/N…it’s pretty.”

Your face shifted to an awkward look as you and Miles gave each other a confused look.

“Hey, Hobie? Hello?”

Miles said, trying to wave his hand in front of Hobie’s face but he kept gazing at you with a mischievous smile.

“Just so you know babe, I’m 20. So if you’re feeling lonely one day and you wanna fu- I mean, hang out.”

“Stop hitting on my cousin. It’s embarrassing to see and it’s gross cuz she’s MY COUSIN.” Miles rolled his eyes and started walking,

He took a hit of his blunt and blew the smoke into Miles’ face, “Why don’t ‘cha shut up, can ya? I don’t know but he said he wanted to see her too.”

Hobie puckered his lips and blew air kisses to you, making you smile sheepishly and laughed.

The three of you walked into the warehouse.

On the outside it looked like it was abandoned but on the inside was a whole other story. You’d expect some machinery for a factory or loads of crates.

You weren’t wrong as they weren’t for manufacturing, but car parts for different people in the gang.

“Welcome to the Arachnids’ hideout, sweetheart,” Hobie whispered. your ear being tickled by his breath against it.

“The Arachnids, huh? Cool name.”

The place was also splattered with spider graffiti. You looked beside Hobie who smiled at you before taking another hit of his blunt and throwing it on an ashtray placed on someone’s table full of mechanic tools.

Hobie was actually pretty attractive. He had multiple piercings, with snake bites, nose piercings, eyebrow, industrial, and several on his ear. He wore the same tattoo as Miguel along with others and wore a simple black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and an eye-catching vest with several pins and patterned patches.

“So you like The Cure?” You said, pointing at his pin.

“Yup, and you?”

You nodded, “I have ‘Disintegration’ on cassette. My favorite is ‘Pictures of You’.”

Hobie smiled, “Yeah that’s a good song-”

“Are you guys done?”

Miles raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms. You weren’t paying attention to where you guys were going but noticed that you sure as hell wasn’t in the same bright place where the colors and cars resided. It was a dark hallway with you guys in front in.

Hobie knocked on the door and groaned, annoyed, “He’s here.”

“Come in.”

You saw Miguel counting some dollar bills as 2 girls were smoking some cigarettes and talking, a Bachata song playing in the background.

Hoja en Blanco? Rio liked to put on those songs while she cleaned.

Hobie smirked and laughed, “You look like a pimp, mate.”

Miguel looked up and glared at Hobie, “Porque no te callas?”

He glanced at you and raised his eyebrow, “Morales, what’s this girl’s name?”

Miles stiffened. You noticed that whenever Miguel talks to Miles, he just gets intimidated. “Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She’s my cousin…”

You raised your eyebrow and took a step forward, “Why the hell do you want me here?”

Miguel rested his head on his palm and chuckled, “You’re a mechanic, aren’t you?”

You felt intimidated by his tone and slight accent. The fact it looks like he’s judging you by just looking doesn’t help.

“Yes? Why does that matter?” You crossed your arms and felt a bit of false confidence, which made Miguel widen his eyes and smile a bit.

“Whatever they pay you, I can pay you triple that amount. We do need a new mechanic since Peter is on paternity leave.”

One of the girls smiled, “God I miss MJ…She truly lived up to her name.”

You frowned and tilted your head, “Hey, I didn’t say I was going to work for you-”

Miles grabbed your shoulder and gave you a cautious look.

Miguel stood up from his seat, slamming the stack of money on his desk, “Are you declining my offer, Y/L/N?”

You leaned closer towards him, “What if I am?”

Before Miguel could speak, Miles grabbed you by the arm and Hobie grabbed you by the other, “Hey man, I think we should speak with her before things get…hasty.”

Hobie nodded frantically and opened the door in order to go, holding you back from wanting to say more.

“We’ll see ya tomorrow, mate.”

Once the door was shut, Miguel looked at his side and sighed.

“Damn Miguel, she has the guts to talk to you like that,” Lyla laughed. Jess opened a bag of some Hot Cheetos and chuckled, “Yup. I’m surprised you haven’t pushed her against the wall and went crazy!”

Miguel rolled his eyes and glared at the two women who were currently laughing their asses off.

“She doesn’t realize that just made a huge mistake…”

…..

“You just love to test his ass, don’t you?” Hobie said, his expression reminiscent of Miles’ a few minutes ago before all of this. He opened his Coke and took a sip. He cringed from the sharp feeling of the fizzy feeling on his tongue.

The three of you dipped from the warehouse and were walking back from raiding a near-by bodega.

“Listen, as much as cool this whole Arachnids thing is, I don’t want to be involved in this shit. I’m not even that ‘good of a driver’ so y’know. Plus, why does Miguel want me to be a mechanic for you guys?”

Miles shrugged, “I mean, you told him you’ve worked with ‘more than 500 cars’ oooooh,” He said mockingly.

You rolled your eyes.

“I had to say something?”

“Maybe say something that doesn't make you sound like a conceited bitch-?”

“WHAT WAS THAT??”

Hobie laughed and titled his head back.

“I mean, Miles is a pretty good driver and you taught him. So maybe…or also plus maybe he wants to get with you? Shit, I would too.”

Miles cringed and glared at Hobie, “Man what the fuck?” earning another laugh from Hobie.

“Okay but man I don’t know…”

You felt horrible and hypocritical but the money sounded tempting.

You know. You yelled at Miles for this but you were a mechanic! You’d still work for Aaron as a day job but the money sounded tempting.

You could be able to buy your mom all the perfumes she wanted and fly your parents out to New York.

As you guys were walking, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder behind you.

Thinking it was Miguel, you slapped it and turned behind you, getting the attention of Miles and Hobie.

It was Aaron.

He gave you a concerned look and widened his eyes.

“Uh you good? You left your bag at the shop and I was gonna give it to you. You look like you saw a ghost, man.”

You sighed in relief and grabbed your bag, “Thanks, Unc. I was just thinking you were someone else. I’m sorry!”

“No you’re good. What the hell are you guys doing late at night? Miles, don’t you got summer studying in the morning? And who the hell is this?”

Aaron pointed at Hobie who nervously looked around and smiled.

“Oh! Uh-?” You looked at Miles to give and answer before you felt Hobie’s arm around your shoulder.

“What’s good? I’m Y/N’s boyfriend, Hobie. Nice to meet ‘cha,” he said, holding out his hand to a stunned Aaron.

“What’s up, man. I’m Y/N and Miles’ uncle,” Aaron said, shaking Hobie’s hand.

You stood there as shocked as Miles. He looked like he wanted to bang his head against the nearest brick wall to get himself out of this situation. His racing mentor with his literal cousin?

“Well, Imma go so it was nice seeing you guys. See ya tomorrow, Y/N. See ya, Miles!”

Aaron turned around and left back to his apartment, leaving you, Miles, and Hobie to figure out what just happened.

Hobie then felt his pager go off, “Bloody hell…”

He looked at it, read the message, and rolled his eyes as he showed you and Miles the green letters saying “Bring her tomorrow”.

Hobie looked at you and shrugged, “Guess he wants ya tomorrow,” earning a nod from you and an aggravated sigh.

Miles looked at you tensed, “Sis, are you sure-“

You tried to think about this and nodded. You could be able to protect Miles with this. You could watch over him and could be able to earn more money to support your family out of state.

“I’ll go tomorrow…I have to see what that bastard wants.”

[writermuses]

closed starter for @not-museing-around

Solena was surprised at how much work needed to be done to consolidate two homes into one. Little to Miles' knowledge there were some big changes made to make this his home, not just hers where he'd moved in. First, the addition of a 'she shed' that would keep her work-from-home days separate from her personal life in a little oasis where Sol also wouldn't disrupt Miles. Second, her walk up attic that had doubled as a guest bedroom and home office, though she'd never had a guest, was now going to completely be his studio. The only piece of furniture there upon Miles' arrival was small sofa that had a pull out bed. Third, with his sister's help she had managed to get Miles to agree to stay at his old place while Sol directed the movers at home. This allowed her the element of surprise, if not only for a small window and the need for a little diversion. The moment Miles pulled up after the movers were there and half unloaded, Sol rushed out with Neto on his leash, "Can you take him to the park for just a little bit? They're already in a rhythm." With the leash shoved in his hand and a quick kiss, she ran back inside, not even giving him the option to say no.

Waving off the movers as she saw Miles and Neto walking up the sidewalk. Solena say on one of the porch chairs and watched the boys come home, her legs bouncing with excitement. "How was the park?" She reached down and scratched the duck toller behind his ears. "Eri un bravo ragazzo per papà?" It wasn't until they were inside that Miles would notice the lack of boxes around the house. Sol had to hide her smile as she took his hand and pulled him toward the door with it's stairs that led to the finished attic. Keeping quiet as they made their way she plopped onto the couch and held out her arms, "Surprise! Now you have a place to work." It was a mess of boxes and his desk and chair at the moment, but it was a large space, made bigger with all the guest room furniture removed and had great lighting. "I know it won't be the same without Billie working next to you, but I hope you'll still love it and feel inspired."

[marvelousgeeks]

Gloria Calderón Kellett’s seasonal gem, With Love, starts strong during its debut season and grows exponentially better in its sophomore run. The show’s wholesome approach to romances and its unquestionable love for families and inclusivity remains its greatest strength. Moreover, its efficient means of simultaneously subverting expectations deserves incredible praise. It’s hard to trust television when it comes to romance, and it’s especially tough to trust how long LGBTQ+ relationships will last, but With Love Season 2 admirably takes on both, showcasing some of the year’s most notably romantic moments.

With Love Season 2 is a love letter to romances and an exploration of growth. It takes everything we think we know in the show’s debut season and flips them to exhibit how far our characters need to go to find lasting hope. At the same time, the show does a marvelous job of reminding the audience of the authentic challenges people in relationships find themselves in, effectively moving away from the contrived drama we often see on TV. Instead of exploring frustrating cliches, With Love Season 2 allows its characters to embrace the mess to find direction.

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[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 , 𝐂𝐒𝟓𝟓

summary , your brother is desperate for you to like real madrid and is willing to do whatever it takes to get there

pairing , real madrid! footballer! carlos sainz x fem! alonso! f1 driver! reader

series masterlist | main masterlist | sol’s masterlist | f1 masterlist

BIG BRO NANDO

I come bearing great news!

LIL SIS Y/N

what have you done?

BIG BRO NANDO

I got your team to get you to do some pr with

*drum roll*

REAL MADRID

LIL SIS Y/N

you're really not gonna stop until I find football midly interesting, huh?

BIG BRO NANDO

yup

you are spanish

your lack of interest in the beautiful game is scary

and who knows you might find your future husband there

LIL SIS Y/N

I doubt it but okay

HEY JUDE

okay dude are we gonna talk about the tension between you and Y/N or....?

CHILI BOY

hola jude

also I have no idea what you are talking about

HEY JUDE

dude we allll saw you basically eye fucking each other the WHOLE TIME we were filming

CHILI BOY

.....

was I that obvious?

HEY JUDE

yes.

anyway cuz I'm such a good friend

I'm going to help you shoot your shot

so I invited Y/N to tonight's game and I also invited her to the after party

so you two can talk and get to know each other

cuz the quicker the two of you do that the quick you can get the team paddock passes and you two can get married and do it couple shit

CHILI BOY

wow...

thank you for removing my free will and planning my life out for me

HEY JUDE

what are friends for mi amigo

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hurt my sister and I will kills you

and I don't care if you play for my favorite team or not

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so.....

when's the wedding?

cuz I was thinking summer

too soon my friend

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hola hermosa

I think you left your earrings at my place

and I think you should come get them

I wasn't wearing earings last night tf?

if you want me come over you could have just asked

okay

can you come over

sure as long as you buy me food

anything for you princesa

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user MY WIFEY AND MY HUBBY TOGETHER???? SINCE WHEN???

user rue when was this

judebellingham took you long enough mate

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camavinga and finally he makes a moveee

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I owe you one dude

just make me the best man at your wedding and then we are square

and get killed by toni?

not a chance my friend

was worth a try

[softspiderling]

think you're a genius (you drive me up the wall) | r.c.

summary: it wouldn't be an outer banks party if there wasn't at least one fist fight. also, rafe is trying to turn over a new leaf.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 3,8k

warning: mention of blood, violence (reader gets punched in the face, but there are no graphic details), shitty topper (sorry top)

author's note: long awaited (at least by me) rafe fic, whoop whoop!!! no usage of Y/N, happy reading, don't forget to reblog!!! also tagging @sunderlust bc i borrowed some of our conversation in this fic😘love you sol

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“Since when do you drink beer?”

Barely pausing at the words, you continued to stack cold beer cans in your arms, the condensation dripping onto your skin. You didn’t have to turn around to know who the voice belonged to, having heard it so many times. And this was his house after all.

“Wasn’t aware you kept track of my drink of choice,” you retorted, turning around to face him, while simultaneously trying to balance the cans.

Rafe raised an eyebrow at you before his gaze lowered to the beer in your arms. “… You trying to tell me that all that beer’s for you?”

“You calling me a lightweight?”

The corner of Rafe’s mouth ticked up and he took a sip from his drink, the ice clinking in the glass.

“I think we both know I’m not.”

If someone had told you that one day you’d be standing in the parlor of Tannyhill, having a mostly civil conversation with Rafe you’d have them institutionalized. But things have changed. When Sarah returned with the news that Ward has died protecting Sarah, Rafe imploded at first. Blaming her for his death, the downfall of their family and generally being ungrateful for Ward’s love for her.

Everyone avoided the Cameron estate for a while, hearing stuff crash and yells from a mile away. No one dared to step close. A few days after, the disturbances stopped, being replaced with complete silence.

It was so silent, you actually grew concerned until Rafe turned up at Heyward’s setting up a weekly grocery delivery. Pope had dumped the stuff he was holding as soon as Rafe had stepped into the store, storming outside, with Cleo hot on his heels, leaving you to set up the standing order.

“Can you tell Sarah I’m sorry?”

“What?”

You looked up from the register and Rafe clenched his jaw, giving you a look.

“You really gon’ make me say it again?”

“How about you call her yourself instead of making me deliver your message like a post boy?”

Rafe exhaled deeply, knitting his eyebrows together like he was really trying not to explode and honestly, you had to respect him for that. You know how impatient he could be.

“I tried, okay? Don’t you think I’ve tried? I’ve tried to call her, she’s not picking up. Fuck, I don’t even know if she still has the same phone number,” he said, like the words physically pained him. “I don’t even know where she’s staying. Is it at John B’s new place?”

Somewhere between his words, Rafe had started pacing up and down the stairs, making you antsy.

“Hey,” you said, coming around to slowly, carefully - like you were trying to pet a stray cat - curl your hand around his wrist. Rafe immediately stopped, eyeing his wrist where you were touching him.

“Sorry, I’ll take my hand off,” you quickly said, but before you could, Rafe stopped you.

“’s fine,” he muttered, meeting your eyes for a second before looking away again. “Physical touch grounds me… Y’know… When my thoughts get too… Much.”

You swallowed thickly, nodding at him and staying in place, for god knew how long, until Rafe had seemed to calm down.

“Thanks.”

“Sure.”

You drew your hand back, crossing your arms over your chest and leaned against the counter to put some distance between you and him, wildly overwhelmed with this situation. Rafe didn’t seem like he knew what to do either, turning his ring on his finger, his eyes cast on the floor.

“If you really want to apologize to Sarah,” you started, making him look up. “Maybe I can talk to her. Ask her if she’s willing to meet up with you.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow at you, clearly surprised. “You’d do that for me?”

“Don’t let it get to your head. I’m mostly doing it for Sarah,” you scoffed and Rafe only smirked, shaking his head.

“Sure, tough girl. Gonna ring me up now or what?”

Rolling your eyes at him, you returned to the cash register, finishing up his order. You still felt his eyes on you as you worked away.

“Thanks,” he finally said, and you lifted your head, briefly meeting his eyes.

“Don’t mention it.”

And he never did.

Miraculously, you had managed to get Sarah to agree to talk to Rafe and while you had accompanied her to the beach, where she had met up with Rafe, you stayed behind to give them privacy. You weren’t sure what they had talked about, but you didn’t press her about it either when she came stomping back to you with tearstained cheeks. Whatever they have talked about must have helped though, because even though Sarah still stayed with John B of the the times, she went home every odd night, returning with sandwiches and drinks the next day like a soccer mom. It went unsaid that Rafe had provided her with everything and Sarah avoided talking about him, mostly because Pope still got that distant look in his eyes whenever she mentioned her brother. Which is why you were surprised that he was the first one to agree to go to a party Rafe had invited Sarah to, forwarding the invite to her friends.

“What?” Pope had said everyone gave him an odd look. “He stole a family heirloom of mine. The least he can do is invite us to a party of his.”

“Okay then,” JJ jeered, beating on Pope’s back with his opens palms. “Let’s go to a Kook party.”

You had to admit that it was nice to see that the two tribes of the island coming together. The fact that Pogues were invited to a party on Figure 8 was huge. Granted, it was just you and your friends, but still. It was a start.

Loud cheering from outside brought you out of your thoughts, you and Rafe both looking towards the dimly lit backyard, where the main attraction of the party took place.

“JJ and John B are destroying a group of Kooks at Rage Cage right now,” you then explained, lifting the beer in your arms. “Hence... You know.”

“Right right, I was starting the wonder what all that yelling was about,” Rafe mused.

“So how come you’re not out there?”

Rafe shrugged. “Needed some quiet.”

“What, you having your private party in here?” you teased and Rafe smirked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Why? You jealous?”

You rolled your eyes, shifting the beer cans in your arms, the weight slowly getting to you.

“In your dreams, Rafe,” you scoffed. “I got to go, get these beers to the boys before they’ll get warm. You should come down, when you’re done brooding and shit.”

Throwing your last words over your shoulder, you returned to your friends, being welcomed with loud cheers as the empty cups get filled rather quickly. You dropped down into your empty chair, taking your drink from Kiara who had been holding onto it during your absence.

“Pope was about to send a search party because you were taking so long,” she said and you gave Pope a look over the brim of your cup.

“You’re such a mother hen. I was talking to Rafe.”

“Why the hell were you talking to Rafe?”

“You talked to Rafe?”

“Jesus, guys relax,” you groaned, leaning your head back. “He’s fine. He didn’t even do anything. We just talked.”

“It’s never just anything with Rafe,” Pope muttered.

“I get that,” Sarah started, rolling her empty cup in her hand. “But he’s different.Like… He regrets a lot of the thing’s he’s done and trying really hard to make up for his mistakes,” she paused, pressing her lips together tightly. “I’d be the last person to defend him, but I feel like he’s trying to turn over a new leaf.”

Before Pope was able to list all of the bad things that Rafe has done in the past, your conversation was interrupted, angry yells ringing over the music.

“So now you’re just all buddy buddy hanging out here, huh?”

The new voice wasn’t really new and everyone looked at Sarah, who paled, slowly pushing herself up from her chair, looking towards the disturbance, the rest of the group following her.

“Shit. What the hell is Topper doing here?”

The sudden intrusion of a rather inebriated Topper had immediately tanked the relaxed and laid back atmosphere; suddenly, everyone was tense, not daring to make a move in fear of making the wrong one.

“What? Aren’t we here to party?” Topper cajoled, waving a half empty bottle of whiskey around. “Let’s get rid of these Pogues and party!”

The rest of the Kooks looked between themselves, not really wanting to follow Topper’s request but also not wanting to defend your friends. Even if they just had fun together, the Kooks wouldn't go as far as openly defend Pogues, you knew that.

“You should leave, Topper,” John B said, his hands curling at his sides, which was fair, honestly. Even though you had rebuilt the Chateau, bigger, better and most importantly more fire resistant, Topper burnt down John B’s home. His safe space. Topper only widened his eyes at John B comically, snorting.

“Who are you to tell me to leave?”

Sarah pushed herself to the front, pressing herself to John B’s side, which was probably not the smartest thing she could have done, as it only aggravated Topper even more to see her next to John B. You and the others stood right behind her, ready to step in as soon as it escalated.

“Leave, Topper,” Sarah snapped at him. “Nobody invited you.”

“Yeah, as far as I know, you don’t even live here anymore, Sarah,” Topper said, spitting out her name like it was venom in his mouth.

“I didn’t invite you.”

You hadn’t even noticed Rafe having joined you, not really standing on your side, but not on Topper's side either. Suddenly, the tension had grown even thicker and by now, you realized this could go wrong in about a 100 ways.

Topper stared at his friend, mouth agape, before he collected himself, pulling a face.

“Seriously, Rafe? Weren’t you the one who told me that I’m better off without your bitch of a sister and now you’re taking her side?”

“Watch it, Top,” Rafe only said, not even moving an inch.

Not that he had to. Everyone knew what Rafe was capable of, if he was angry enough. Topper only narrowed his eyes at his friend, weighing his options.

“Topper, just go,” Sarah yelled, walking towards him for good measure, trying to offer some sort of olive branch, but Topper only pushed Sarah roughly, causing her to stumble to the ground.

“Jesus, fuck, Topper,” you snapped, rushing to get Sarah back on her feet again, making the fatal mistake of getting between him and John B, as you received a sickening punch to the side of your face.

“Fuck!”

“Holy shit, Topper are you insane?”

You had toppled over your feet to the grass, not having expected the punch at all. Disoriented, you touched your throbbing cheek, your fingers stained red when you looked at them.

“Fuck,” you moaned, feeling like you were about to pass out. Your friends quickly crowded around you, helping you up.

“Shit, girl, you alright?” Cleo asked, carefully pushing your hair to the side to assess the damage.

“Is Sarah okay?” you only asked, pausing to spit out some blood, leaning on Cleo, your legs still shaking.

“Dude, I’m fine!” Sarah said, wrapping an arm around you, still shaking herself.

Your vision was still dizzy, and the voices were not helping, but it seemed like most of the party goers had dissipated as the argument had started. As your eyes adjusted, you could just see Rafe holding Topper by the collar of his shirt and saying something you couldn’t quite understand, before he tossed his friend on the ground. Topper didn’t take long to get back to his feet, fleeing from the scene.

Rafe turned around, his eyes scanning over you before turning to Sarah.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a bruise,” Sarah said, her eyes fixated on you. “But you should definitely get checked out. I can't believe Topper punched you."

“Come on, I got a first aid kit upstairs and some ice for the swelling.”

Rafe reached out to grab you under the arms, but Cleo was reluctant to let you go.

“Maybe I should help.”

“Seriously?” Rafe asked, incredulously and you only watched with narrowed eyes, your reaction time still limited.

“We should just take her home,” Pope chimed in, grabbing you by the shoulder gently, jostling you around.

“Guys, I’m gonna be sick if you keep handing me around like a joint,” you groaned, shutting your eyes, in the hopes of making the dizziness better.

“Pope, it’s fine. Rafe’s not going to hurt her. And he knows a thing or two about patching up wounds,” Sarah said, Pope’s grip on you loosening.

“Fine. But you even look at our girl funny, and you got another thing coming, you hear me, Rafe?”

“Yeah yeah, I got it,” Rafe grunted.

You peeked an eye open, when your friends let go of you, Rafe looping his arm around your shoulder, pausing to look at John B. “You got Sarah, right?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about her.”

Rafe nodded his head in thanks, before leading you towards the house.

"Hey, just call if you need anything!" Kiara called after you, which you only replied with a weak "Okay!", your focus on putting one foot after the other. Rafe had his arm around your waist, taking most of your weight.

“Can you walk alright or do you need me to carry you?”

“If you pick me up right now, I will vomit on you,” you moaned and Rafe snorted.

“Right, and neither of us want that.”

It took you guys an embarrassing amount of time until you reached the house, since you kept making Rafe stop because you thought you were going to throw up. When you finally walked inside, Rafe lead you upstairs, instead of steering you towards the living room.

“Where are you taking me?”

“First aid kit is in my bathroom,” Rafe replied, mostly supporting your weight as you climbed the stairs.

“Ugh, your bathroom? Am I gonna get infected with herpes or something?”

“Is it the smartest idea to insult me in your position right now?” he asked dryly, and you almost sighed in relief when you reached the second floor.

“Just take me to your bedroom Rafe.”

“Alright, Princess,” Rafe sighed, a hint of exasperation in his voice as he guided you to his bedroom, carefully depositing you on the bed. While he went to the bathroom to fetch the first aid kit, you took a second to catch your breath, hoping the world would stop spinning.

Rafe returned with the first aid kit, moving slowly so as not to startle you. He set it down on the bed and then looked at you, concern flickering in his eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you mumbled, pressing a hand to your throbbing cheek. "Just a little dizzy."

"Right." Rafe opened the kit and began to rifle through it, pulling out a bottle of disinfectant and some cotton pads. “This is probably gonna sting,” he warned you.

“Do your worst.”

You managed to flinch only slightly as the cool, yet burning liquid hit your skin, with Rafe’s surprising gentle touch as he cleaned your wound. He put a small bandage on the cut, before sitting back to inspect his handiwork.

“I’ll go grab you some ice for the swelling,” Rafe then said, standing up. “No dozing off, though, a’ight?”

Without waiting for an answer, Rafe left the room, leaving you by yourself yet again. Even though he explicitly told you not to doze off, you laid down on the bed, figuring that it might make the pain a little less bad. As soon as your head hit the pillow, Rafe’s scent engulfed you, and you weren’t sure if you lying down in his bed was too... Intimate? Then again, he was the one who had left you in his bedroom by himself. Before you could sit up again, Rafe reappeared in the room, holding a bag of in his hand, an unreadable expression on his face as he took you in on his bed.

“Sure, go ahead and make yourself at home,” he huffed, but you could see the frown on his face. Rafe sat down on the bed next to you, carefully wrapping the ice bag in a small towel and pressing it against your bruise, his other hand cradling your face. Despite the ice on your skin, you felt your cheeks heating up.

It was odd. You’d never have expected that Rafe could be able to be so gentle, so caring, and you suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

“What’d you say to Topper?” you blurted out instead, breaking the silence. You reached up to hold the ice bag, and Rafe pulled his hands back, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What?”

“After he hit me. What did you tell him to make you leave?”

Rafe sighed, leaning back a bit, staring at the wall as his eyes hardened. “I reminded him of what he did to me when I… Hurt Sarah. Asked him if he was willing to beat me to a pulp for my sister, what he thought I’d do to him for hurting her.”

His eyes flickered back to you.

And you.

You let out a breath at the pregnant pause, scared he’d say something he couldn’t take back. Something real. Maye you had been flirting with him, but so what? There was no harm, they were just words. Right? But admitting something real? That was a whole other story.

“Who would’ve thought Rafe Cameron could be so nice?” You said instead, a teasing lilt in your voice.

Rafe snorted, shaking his head with a laugh, the moment dissipating. “Yeah yeah, don’t get used to it. It was a one time thing.”

“Right, right, we wouldn’t want people to think that Rafe the Kook prince actually has a heart.”

“Does that make you the Pogue Princess then?”

“What?” you asked, flushing. “Where’d you get that idea? That’s obviously Kie.”

“Come on,” Rafe huffed, rolling his eyes. “Kie’s half Kook. And don't even start with my sister. Sarah’s… Half and half, at least.”

You eyed him in amusement. It was clear that he’d spent a good amount of time on that analogy.

“What about Cleo?” you asked, humoring him.

“Ehh. She would’ve made a good Pogue princess, too bad you’ve already taken the spot,” Rafe said with a shrug. “Pogue Princess. Flirts with everyone, heart of gold, never hesitates to get right between a brawl to help out a friend and to call people out on their bullshit…. Should I continue?”

“Please don’t,” you laughed, pressing the ice bag to your cheek. “You’re talking shit out of your ass right now.”

“I’m talking shit out of my ass? You’re the one saying everything that comes to your mind to stop yourself from kissing me right now.”

What?

“What?”

You never thought he’d actually say it out loud. Mention the elephant in the room. The tension you had been trying to ignore all this time. The silence that followed was deafening as you tried to find the right words, your heart beating in your chest.

“In your dreams,” you muttered hotly, repeating your words from earlier in the evening, looking everywhere but at him. It didn’t take long for Rafe to grab you by the chin gently, forcing you to look at him, his eyes piercing yours.

“In my dreams, yes,” he said quietly, inching so close that his warm breath was fanning across your face. “What about yours, princess?”

Gaping at him, speechless, you knew you didn’t have long until Rafe would take your silence as rejection. Your mind was racing, but ultimately, you leaned in, closing the gap and finally kissed him. Rafe let out a soft grunt, dropping his hand from your chin and cupping the back of your head instead to press even closer to you. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, as you finally admitted the attraction you felt to another, but you pulled away, when you felt a tad too dizzy.

“Right, shit,” Rafe cursed, knitting his brows together, examining your cheek. “Got too carried away.”

You flushed, handing him the small ice bag, that was more or less a bag of water now. Rafe dumped it in the trash next to the nightstand, before turning back to you with a smirk.

“Took you long enough.”

“Shut up,” you huffed and Rafe only grinned, pushing your hair out of your face, where it stuck to your wet cheek. You leaned in for another kiss, only for Rafe to stop you, holding you back.

“Nuh-uh. You get better first. Next time, I want you to get dizzy because of my mouth and not because you just got punched in the face.”

“You sound real confident there will be a next time,” you pointed out.

Rafe sighed, faux-exasperation. “Princess, don’t act dumb, it doesn’t suit you. You really think I’ll let you go after you’ve professed your love for me?”

“After I did what?” you shrieked in laughter, and Rafe only laughed. It was nice seeing him laugh for real for once, not the smarmy, smirk he used to do. After your laughter subsided, your pursed your lips, serious.

“You know my friends won’t take this well, right? Especially Pope.”

Rafe ran his hand over his buzzed hair, exhaling softly. “I know. But I won you over, didn’t I? Rest will be a piece of cake.”

“I’m serious, Rafe.”

You gave him a look and he leaned down, clasping his hands in his. “So am I. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have been trying to make things up to him, to Sarah. To everyone. It might take a while… And I don’t blame him.”

“As long as you’re aware…. Now, can we get back to kissing?”

“Didn’t you just hear what I said?”

Pushing your lower lip forward, you pouted at him. “One kiss.”

Rafe stared at you for a hot second, frowning. “Fine. One.”

But when he leaned down to give you a chaste kiss true to his words, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you.

"Jesus, are you trying to kill yourself?" Rafe hissed, but you only cackled, almost taking your bandage off in the process.

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one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr;8 mile

word count: 3481

request?: no

description: she’s always been viewed as just “one of the guys” despite having feelings for one of her friends, and now it’s looking likely that she’s going to lose him to the wannabe model

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

warnings: swearing, pining

masterlist (one, two, three)

I had known Jimmy and Future since we were a bunch of snot nosed kids causing trouble on the playground in elementary school. Cheddar Bob was next, having followed us around like a lost puppy until we finally adopted him. Iz and Sol joined our little group in high school, and then we were complete.

For as long as I had known the guys, they considered me to be...well, one of the guys. Even after I went through puberty and actually started looking like a girl, I was still just one of the guys. It didn’t bother me for the most part. When you’re a kid, it doesn’t really matter if you’re a boy or a girl. We all played the same, caused trouble the same. But when we hit puberty, I found myself not liking being considered “one of the guys” anymore.

Especially when I realized I had feelings for Jimmy.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved being a part of the friend group and I couldn’t ask for a better set of friends. What I definitely could ask for, though, was for those friends to recognize I was a woman and treat me as such. Namely, I wished Jimmy would realize that.

One Friday evening, just like every Friday evening, I had just pulled into my driveway and was walking up to my front door when I heard another car pulling up behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Future.

“Get your ass changed, we’re going out!” he called.

“Future, I just got home,” I said.

“So?”

“So maybe I don’t want to go out with you chuckle fucks after I just worked an eight hour shift.”

“We both know that’s not the truth.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. He was right, I did want to go out. We went out every Friday night. It was a group tradition at this point. If I was seriously turning it down, there’d have to be something wrong with me.

“Give me 10 minutes,” I told Future before slipping into my house to change.

I was in and out in less time than I told him. I just changed out of my work clothes and into jeans and a t-shirt, and was ready to go again. I got into the passenger seat of Future’s car and he didn’t even wait for me to buckle myself in before he was backing out of my driveway and driving off to get the others.

“I fear for my life every time I get in the car with you,” I joked as I managed to buckle my seatbelt.

“Well, lucky for you, Jimmy agreed to drive tonight. His car can hold more people anyways.”

“Who else is going with us?”

“Just the usual.”

I looked over at Future in confusion. His tone definitely made me think there was someone else coming along for the night, but it seemed he wasn’t going to tell me. I couldn’t figure out who could possibly be joining us that Future wouldn’t want to tell me about beforehand.

We pulled into the trailer park and parked next to Jimmy’s car. Jimmy was exiting his trailer before we were even out of the car, as usual. Jimmy was usually waiting for us to show up and would be itching to leave his mom’s place as soon as he could. Jimmy gave Future one of their high five hugs, and patted me on the shoulder. It was just a step up from me also getting a high five hug, but not by much.

We got into Jimmy’s car, all three of us in the front. We started for Iz and Sol first, then Cheddar Bob. Once the car was full it was nothing but noise as each of the guys was talking over one another with Jimmy’s radio blaring as extra noise.

“How was work, by the way?” Jimmy asked me over the current argument between Future and Sol.

“Same bullshit as always,” I responded.

“I guess we should be lucky you even agreed to come out with us after working all day, meanwhile all we do is sit on our asses like a bunch of bums.”

I playfully nudged his shoulder. “Hey, you work, too.”

“I wouldn’t consider the Stamping work.”

I chuckled. I noticed then that we weren’t headed for the club. “Where are we going?”

“To pick up Alex.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I looked over at Future. I couldn’t tell if he was actually deep in conversation with Iz or if he was just ignoring me. So this was who was joining us that he didn’t want to tell me about.

Alex.

She was a girl Jimmy had met at his work. She was a model apparently, or was trying to be one. Jimmy didn’t talk about her much, but the other guys didn’t waste a single moment in teasing him about her. It didn’t take a genius to realize he liked her.

Alex was waiting as Jimmy pulled up. She was wearing her usual mini skirt so short that you could basically see everything whenever she moved. It made me feel very self conscious about my choice in jeans.

Future opened the door and got out.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. I already knew the answer and hoped he’d see the look of begging on my face.

“I’ll get in the back with the idiots,” he said. “I’d assume Alex will be more comfortable pressed up against you instead of Sol.”

“Yo, fuck you!” Sol snapped.

I hoped my clenched jaw would go unnoticed as Alex slid into the seat next to me. Her eyes immediately went to Jimmy and they shared a smile that made me wish I could throw myself from the moving car.

We got to the club and piled into our usual table while Future got the first round of shots. Cheddar Bob and Iz were sat on one end, I was in the middle, Jimmy and Alex were sat next to me, and Sol had pulled up a chair. When Future returned, he slid in next to Cheddar Bob. The table chorused with cheers as we held up our shots then shot them back.

I tried to play it cool, but having to sit next to Alex and Jimmy while they were flirting up a storm was making me more tense by the minute. When Sol offered to get the next round of drinks, I jumped to give him the money to buy me two of the strongest drinks he could for me. I downed the first one quickly, but took my time with the second. It didn’t take long for the shot and the first drink to kick in. My head was spinning and I felt care free and light as air.

At some point, when the drinks had hit me hard enough, I shoved against Iz’s shoulder and said (or rather slurred), “Hey, can you guys move? I gotta pee.”

“Yo, go the other way,” Future said. “There’s three of us here and only two on your other side.”

“You’re gonna break the dam this early in the night?” Sol asked. “You may as well sit on the end when you come out. You’ll be back and forth for the next few hours.”

“Look, I don’t care who moves and I don’t care where I sit when I come back, I just have to pee now.”

“Here, we’ll move,” Jimmy said.

He and Alex moved out of the booth and allowed me to get out. When I stood, I realized just how drunk I already was as I almost immediately lost my balance. I felt someone grab hold of me as the rest of the table chorused in laughter at my drunkenness. When I looked up, it was Jimmy that had taken hold of me. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I’m getting you water when you come back,” he said. “And you gotta pace yourself.”

“You’re always looking out for me,” I said. “You’re such a good friend.”

I put emphasis on the friend for my own benefit, but there was also some level of petty in the word. A reminder for both of us that that was the only way he saw me: as a friend. One of the guys that he went out drinking with every weekend, that he smoked with in the basement of someone’s house, that he ran around Detroit with causing mayhem since we were tykes.

I saw a look flash across his face that I couldn’t quite decipher, but I assumed I was just seeing things in my drunken haze.

I managed to make it to the bathroom on my own without incident. Once I was safely inside of a stall, I was able to sit down again. I almost didn’t want to get up and go back out to the table. Sitting was safe. The world didn’t spin when I was sat down. But I also couldn’t be sat on the toilet in a club bathroom all night either. I knew Sol was right about me going back and forth to the bathroom now that I had broken the dam, but if I put enough time between this bathroom visit and the next, maybe the spinning wouldn’t be as bad by then.

When I stepped out of the stall to wash my hands, I jumped to see that someone was waiting there.

Alex.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said.

I waved away her apology. “It’s fine. I just didn’t hear anyone else come in.”

I stepped around her to wash my hands. She turned to face me as I did. “Listen, I need to talk to you about something.”

I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“Is there anything going on between you and Jimmy?”

The question took me by surprise. Why would she think there was anything between us? In all the time that Jimmy had known Alex, I had only met her once before after the lot of us had run into her at a house party. I remembered Jimmy only having eyes for her that night, too. There was no reason I could even fathom that she would believe Jimmy and I had a thing going on when he was so clearly into her.

“No,” I said. “He’s my best friend. Has been since we were kids.”

“And that’s it? Just friendship?”

“Yeah. What’s this about?”

She sighed. “I really like Jimmy, and I thought he liked me, too. But he’s never really asked me out or anything yet. I didn’t know if maybe you two had a thing going on and I read the whole situation wrong. I’ve known far too many guys who claim to be just friends with a girl and turns out they’re actually fucking around.”

Trust me, I wish that’s what was going on here.

Against my better judgement, I put my hands on Alex’s shoulders and said, “If you really like Jimmy and you want things to be more serious, maybe you should make the first move.”

She looked as though she had never even considered that option. “You think so? That won’t seem too...direct?”

“Who gives a shit? Why do men always have to be the ones to make the first move? Most of them are fucking idiots anyways and wouldn’t know if a girl liked them even if she was telling him to his face.” Alex chuckled. “If you want him, go get him.”

She nodded. I was taken by surprise when she suddenly pulled me into a hug. I reluctantly patted her on the back and tried to put the best smile I could muster on my face.

“You’re the best,” she said. “I think we’re going to be great friends.”

I bit my tongue as she hurried out the bathroom door.

That interaction was enough to sober me up more than I wanted. I could feel myself tearing up, but tried to fight it back. I turned to lean against the sink and looked up at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help but notice everything that Alex had that I didn’t: gorgeous face, sexy voice, body of a model. I couldn’t even dream of leaving the house in a skirt as short as hers without feeling completely embarrassed and exposed. Of course Jimmy would like her, and of course he was going to say yes when she asked him to go out with her.

I hung my head as the tears slipped from my eyes and ran down my face into the sink. I prayed no one would come into the bathroom and find me here crying, and luckily someone was looking out for me because no one did. Once I felt like I had cried myself dry, I quickly splashed my face with cold water and tried to pretend everything was alright. I figured everyone was going to question where I had been for so long, but I didn’t feel like coming up with a fake answer to tell them. If I told them to fuck off, they wouldn’t pry.

My steps faltered a little when I exited the bathroom and saw that Alex and Jimmy were missing from the table. I was tempted to go right to the bar and get another drink, but I pushed through and went back to my group of friends.

“Hey, you good?” Future asked as I sat down in the booth.

“Yeah, just sobered up a little,” I responded. “Where did Jimmy and Alex go?”

“Alex asked to talk to him in private,” Cheddar Bob responded. “But that was a while ago, so who knows where they are now.”

I noticed both Future and Iz elbow him, causing him to spill some of his drink on himself. I didn’t care to imagine where Jimmy had taken Alex after she asked him out. I didn’t need to have that image burned in my mind for the rest of the night.

Everyone went back to their conversations, but I found myself not paying any attention to them. I kept glancing around the club, expecting to see Jimmy and Alex tucked away in a private corner, sucking face as if they were trying to blend into one person. Or maybe they’d be on the dance floor, practically dry humping in front of everyone. I didn’t think Jimmy was one to dance, but Alex had enough allure that she could’ve probably convinced him. But I didn’t see them, and that almost made it all worse.

Eventually I stood from the table suddenly, bringing everyone’s attention to me. “I need some air.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Cheddar Bob asked.

“No, I’ll be fine,” I said. I turned and quickly made for the exit.

Once I was outside, I breathed in the cool night air. It filled my lungs, but it didn’t seem to help soothe me at all.

“You alright?”

“Jesus!” I hissed as I turned towards the voice. It was Jimmy, leaning up against the club. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Free country,” he said with a shrug. “Are you good?”

“Just needed air. It felt very stuffy inside.”

I walked over to stand next to him. The rough brick wall dug into my back through my t-shirt. It was cool out, but not enough to make me feel like I needed a jacket or anything. I was standing so close to Jimmy that I could feel the heat coming from his body anyways.

“Where’s Alex?” I asked. “The guys said you two went off to talk in private.”

“She left,” he responded.

I looked at him in shock. “What? And went where?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Home, I guess?”

“Don’t you think you should’ve driven her? It’s not exactly the safest for her to be walking alone at night.”

“I offered, but she turned it down. Said she didn’t wanna see me ever again.”

I’ve definitely missed a lot of things here. “What happened?”

Jimmy sighed. “Well, she got up and went to the bathroom after you, said something about wanting to make sure you were okay where you were so drunk. Then when she came back she asked me if we could talk in private. She brought me outside and told me how she had been waiting for me to ask her out properly since we first met and she was tired of waiting, so she made the first move to ask me if I wanted to go on an official date with her.”

“And you said...”

He looked at me for a second before responding, “No. Obviously.”

Well, yeah, it was obvious that he said no. But what wasn’t obvious was why he had said no.

“I thought you were into her,” I said.

He laughed. “Who told you that?”

I shrugged. “The guys seemed convinced you were.”

“The guys don’t know shit about shit. They just like talking a big game and making fun of each other.” I just looked at him, waiting to see if there was any more he had to say. He looked at me then away again. “No, I’m not into her. She’s beautiful, yes, but I don’t see her that way.”

“Wait, so if you don’t see her like that, then why did you invite her tonight?”

“I didn’t. She was at the Stamping today and asked if she could come along. I guess this was her plan.”

Well, it wasn’t her plan until I told her to go after Jimmy, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

I felt like everything had just been flipped upside down. I was so sure that Jimmy had been reciprocating Alex’s feelings. It seemed like that anyways. Or maybe it seemed like that because I was making it seem that way. I was projecting something onto the two of them that wasn’t really there, I guess because of my jealousy?

“Sucks that she didn’t handle the rejection well,” I said.

“It wasn’t the rejection, it was the reason I rejected her.”

My brows furrowed together. “The reason being...you didn’t like her like that?”

“No. Well...yes. Kind of.”

“You know, for a man who can freestyle, you’re god awful with your words right now.”

He laughed and lightly nudged me with his shoulder. “It was the reason I said I don’t have feelings for her. I told her that I don’t like her because I like someone else and she didn’t handle that very well.”

I could feel my stomach turning to knots again. “Oh? Didn’t like the competition?”

“No, she said something along the lines of she should’ve trusted her gut, and that all guys who hang out with girls end up fucking them in the end.”

It took a second for what he said to register in my brain. When it did, I thought back to Alex talking to me in the bathroom and asking me if there was anything going on between Jimmy and I because she knew of too many guys who were friends with girls who they were actually fucking. Then, I put the pieces together in my head.

When I turned to look at Jimmy again, he was already watching me, waiting for me to come to the conclusion. “Me?!”

“Jesus, that took you long enough.”

“What do you mean that took me long enough?! Why the fuck haven’t you told me?!”

“Because you’re my best friend! We’ve known each other since kindergarten. If I told you I liked you and you didn’t like me back, that would fuck everything up between us and within the friend group. I would rather feel this way in silence than risk losing you as a friend.”

“If you had told me I would’ve told your dumbass that I like you, too, and I have since high school.”

“Wait...for real?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, for real!”

We both stood in silence. We shared a look, and then a smile broke out on Jimmy’s face. I couldn’t help but mirror it, and soon we were both laughing. With the absurdity of the situation, we couldn’t not laugh.

“We’re both dumbasses,” I said between fits of laughter.

“I guess so,” Jimmy agreed. “That brings up the question, though, of where do we go from here?”

“Well, I think we try a date, just the two of us and not those other idiots in there, and we see how things progress from there.”

He smiled. “Okay, I like that idea.”

“And we promise that if things don’t work out, we stay friends.”

“And we don’t tell the guys about any of this.”

I laughed. “Okay deal.”

[all444miles]

— ARCADE DATES

— pairing: e!42 miles x fem!black!reader hcs — genre: fluff — cw: cursing, use of the n word once, one slightly suggestive comment that's abt it — summary: miles is your boyfriend, so when you heard that the local funfair was opened, you just had to ask him to come with you. the perfect date, right? — translations: ¿Estabas diciendo, mi princesa? Fallaste como, cada disparo. = What were you saying, my princess? You missed like, every shot. mi culpa = my fault. cálma, cariño! = take it easy, baby! Hijo de puta.. = son a bitch.. — a/n: if the translations are incorrect/inaccurate, pls correct me n I apologise 😭 other than that, please enjoy!!

you text your boyfriend miles asking if he wanted to come to the fair with you. obviously, he says yes

fs he'll make a bet that whoever gets the highest score on the basketball machine has to pay for all the snacks. "amor, you tryna make a bet?"

"what kind?" "basketball machine. you lose, you gotta buy snacks for the rest of the night." "you for real think you gon win?" "ma, you look like a three year old when you try n shoot." "boy, please."

he wins, of course. he'll honestly flex about it for the rest of the night and laugh at how you're acting like a sore loser.

"Estabas diciendo, ¿mi princesa? Fallaste como, cada disparo." he'll tease you, nudging you with his elbow with a smirk printed on his face.

"miles, i hate you." "Aw, I love you too, mami."

you'll make the same proposal but with the car racing games, and this time, you win.

"woo! kiss my ass, miles!" "oh word? bet." "nigga." "jus’ sayin, mi culpa, mamas."

he's dedicated to getting you a hello kitty plush on that one unfair stand when he saw you look at it. he ain't even into that stuff, but he knows you are, so he'll do it.

"you really wan' that kitty plush, amor?" "look at it, its so cute tho!" "you trippin. but, ima buy it for you." "ain't those games unfair?" "and?"

it takes only 3 times of him losing, a chuckle from you and the owner at the stand to say "ah, looks like you can't win the plush for your lady, hm?" for it to get on his nerves. "hijo de puta.." miles curses, a scowl on his face in annoyance — but you try and calm him down. "cálma, cariño! its aight, we can jus' go to another stand!"

he deadass just knocks out the owner, leaves $50, takes the plush n gives it to you and goes on with the rest of the date 😭

y'all would kiss everywhere.

in the photo booth, you'll be on his lap n yall would take pics like this or like this.

at the tunnel of love, y'all corny mfs gon be kissin almost all half way..

yall with most definitely kiss at the top of the ferris wheel. sum like this

n and at the end of the night, when your man n you come back home from a night of fun n games, you’ll shower n cuddle for this rest of the night till you both fall asleep in eachothers embrace.

“tonight was fun, right miles?” “si, mi sol.” “i wonder if that guy you knocked out woke up yet..” “mami, go to sleep.”

© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

likes, reblogs n comments r appreciated !

[loisfreakinglane]

Isis King and Todd Grinnell in WITH LOVE // 2.01 “Christmas Eve”

[arachnoia]

formula 1 | [2] | across the spiderverse

In which you turn suspicious of your cousin Miles and follow him, only to find out he’s part of a racing gang. love triangle between hobie, miguel, and you

Part 1 here !!

Unlike every other day in summer vacation, you didn’t wake up with the usual carelessness you wore as you stretched your sore body. Instead, you felt a bit cautious and scared, not going with your usual lazy stretch but just staring at the TLC poster that was plastered on your wall.

You just challenged a gang leader yesterday. The adrenaline wore off and you felt your stomach drop once you realized.

What if he hurts Rio and Jeff? What if he hurts Miles?

Everything felt weird in general and you felt on edge. Like you were-

“WAKE UP Y/N!!” Miles barged into your room and went over to grab a random pillow to hit you but got distracted by his Tamagotchi and went to feed his pet.

“Miles…” Your usually cheery morning voice was replaced with something more of a croak, making Miles look at you with concern.

“Sis…Are you okay?” Miles placed his pet on your desk and went over to hug you. “Your dumbass really got yourself into this huh?”

You pushed him off and let out a dry laugh, “I don’t know Miles, I’m just…scared. I just wanted to look out for you.”

He gave you a sad look and sat on your bed, “You’ll be fine and I can help you, I’m grown up now, man. Let me deal with whatever shit I get myself into-”

You narrowed your eyes at Miles, “Even though I’m in shit with your boss doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you deal with messes by yourself.”

Miles laughed and sighed, “So now that you know…Do you think you could help me and my car right now?”

“Hmmm, not a chance,”

“Oh, whatever!”

………

You called Aaron and told him that you were going to be late and walked to the bodega you went into yesterday with Hobie and Miles. You opened the door and were greeted with the familiar jingle and the shop owner greeting you.

“Que tal, Señora! Buenos dias.” you smiled, waving at her, and grabbed some granola bars and a can of an energy drink to keep you awake.

As you walked to Aaron’s, your eyebrows furrowed at what you saw; a shiny red Lamborghini Diablo parked outside the auto shop. The owner must be an idiot to leave that gorgeous car alone.

You lazily walked through the garage and yawned as you took a bite of your granola bar. “What’s up, man?”

Aaron’s head poked out from the door connecting the garage to the shop. “We have an important client today. I’m sure you saw that gorgeous car so be extra polite today, Y/N! We could get in a good word from this guy.”

Your eyes widened and you smiled. “I gotcha! What does the guy want?”

“Meh, just a tune-up but it’s a nice car so be careful! He wants it done by 6 so make it quick but nice. Imma go get some drinks from the corner shop so I’ll see ya in a bit.”

You laughed, “Don’t kiss his ass when you see him though!”

“Mhm,” He grumbled and took his wallet as he dashed through the door. Aaron then came back and threw the keys at you, “Drive it in here and-”

“Be careful! I know,” you said, rolling your eyes and laughing.

You were then alone with the keys in the empty auto shop and felt giddy. That car was fucking beautiful. You felt more excited when you were behind the wheel, driving it in, and felt nervous with the leather wheel brushing at your fingertips.

“Damn.”

You got working and lifted the hood, inspecting the engine and working on it. Aaron came a few minutes later with some Coke to drink and you finished right before 6.

5:30 to be exact.

“Yo, Unc! I’m finished,” you said, throwing the keys at him and wiping the oil from your face.

“Thanks, man! ‘Preciate it,”

You smiled smugly and crossed your arms with pride, “It’s great and I’m gonna add a sugar cookie air freshener!”

Aaron laughed, “The guy’s outside so once you get it, greet the guy, alright?

“Yeah yeah fine!”

You walked into the front of the shop where there was a wall of air fresheners and you started skimming for one.

Once you picked one, you felt your shoulder feel heavier as someone tapped you and placed their hand on your shoulder.

“So this is where you work huh?”

Oh fuck.

Miguel stood there behind you in all his glory.

“Why are you here?” you said, placing your hands on your hips.

He smirked and wiped his top lip with his Bulls jersey.

“Why would I not be here, mami? That’s my car you’re fixing.”

His smirk changed into a smug expression as he noticed how your face shifted to one of horror.

“Whatcha got there?” he leaned forward and pointed at your hand.

“N-Nothing,” you put the freshener in your pocket and pointed to the door leading to the garage. “Your car’s ready.” You sure as hell weren’t going to waste a sugar cookie air freshener on his stupid ass.

Miguel started walking towards the entrance of the garage and leaned on the wall.

Aaron shined the roof of the car and he jumped up in Miguel’s presence.

“Hi, Mr. O’Hara. Your car is ready!” Aaron smiled. Miguel smiled and smirked evilly back at you and your upset face. “Gracias, mami. I expect to see you tonight.”

WHAT THE FUCKKKK

You could help but feel your face turn red which made him smile even more.

Miguel went over to his car and patted Aaron on the shoulder, giving him a fat stack of 50-dollar bills, “Thank you. Here’s a tip along with the cost. I’m sure I’ll be coming here again for the great service.”

He gazed at you as he said “Great service”. At this point, you felt your face was as hot as the fucking sun.

He looked fine as hell, you couldn’t lie on that. His tan muscles were glistening with the sunset as the tattoo etched on his skin was more evident, making it more beautiful than before when you first met him. His gold chain was sparking all over, the diamonds looking like stars, just like his red ey-

“Y/N, you good?” Aaron tried waving his hand in your face. Your dozed-off expression earned a chuckle from Miguel and you could dig a hole and die.

“I’m gonna go but thanks, Davis. I appreciate it,” Miguel said before going into his car, winking at you, and driving off.

Aaron turned to you and jumped up in glee, “This calls for a celebration! Y/N, I could pay off my debt with this and still get myself something nice.”

Aaron’s giddiness filled up the room until you noticed Miles on the side of the garage door, motioning for you to come out.

“Hey Unc, Imma have to give you a rain check on that celebration. I have to go, man”

His face turned sympathetic and nodded, “I get it. You’re tired? Go get some rest, I’ll see you on Monday.”

You smiled and gave him a hug before grabbing your canvas bag and leaving from the front doors where Miles was already there with Hobie.

“What’s up, Y/N,” Hobie said, dabbing you up before Miles did too.

“Let’s bounce”

You, Miles, and Hobie started walking toward the warehouse before reaching the gate and being met by a girl.

“Hey Morales, what’s up?”

She had blue eyes, blonde hair with pink tips, a side of it shaved, and freckles. She wore a green bomber jacket and black pants with Vans? You couldn’t tell but you could tell she was close with Miles by the way she looked at him.

Hobie nudged at you and whispered, “Look at those two lovebirds.”

She took her focus off of Miles and looked at you two blankly, “Oh hey Hobie. Hi I-Don’t-Know-You”

You raised your eyebrow at her and looked at Miles who felt your sharp glare and spoke, “Y/N Y/L/N this is Gwen, my uh- friend! Gwen, this is Y/N Y/L/N, my cousin!” he said nervously.

She just waved and you felt your expression drop. Oh?

“We have a race today and Miguel wants you to race, Hobie”

“Miguel coulda told me? But alright…And speak of the bloody devil.” He looked beside Gwen to see Miguel walking towards you guys.

He changed out of his jersey into a simple white t-shirt. He smirked once you two locked eyes for a second.

“So you came, Y/L/N? Nice to see you,” he smiled. It was scary due to his intimidating nature.

You took a deep breath and shrugged, “Well of course I have to come on my first day of the job so I’m here.”

He raised his eyebrow in surprise and nodded, “Good to know, and Hobie? You’re racing today.”

Gwen sneered at Hobie and laughed, “Ha! Told you so.”

Hobie rolled his eyes and cracked his knuckles, “Oh whatever.”

He and Gwen started walking and followed Miguel in the warehouse. Miles looked up to you with his eyes wide, “So you’re our new mechanic now?!”

You smiled and shrugged, “I guess? But this is just an opportunity, y’know?” Miles nodded and smiled, “Yeah, let’s go.”

You walked into the colorful warehouse and saw all the beautiful cars, getting ready to go race.

The group stopped where Hobie’s car was; a Jaguar XJR-15 in an electric navy blue.

“You don’t need to do anything, Y/N. It’s still pretty fast and I drove it yesterday so we’re good.”

Before you could say anything, a guy popped out of the car and stretched.

“When are you gonna stop lying, Hobie? I used my amazing mechanic skills and fixed it yesterday.”

He turned around, sighed dramatically, and froze once he saw you.

“Oh you’re new.”

You laughed awkwardly and waved, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

He yawned loudly and leaned against the car, “I’m Pavitr, probably the BEST mechanic in this place but-“

Gwen rolled her eyes and interrupted him, “Right.”

Miguel frowned and glared at the two, “Shut the shock up right now. Hobie, get in the car”

Hobie saluted to Miguel and shoved Pavitr away, “Yes sir.”

Hobie went inside the car and started driving slowly outside, having Miles and the group follow.

“Y’know it’s nice but not as nice as mine,” Gwen said to you, smirking.

“What car is it?”

“Ahah, 1989 Ferrari Testarossa. It’s so fucking beautiful.”

She motioned to a car parked in a corner of the warehouse. Some people were polishing it and Gwen wasn’t wrong. It was very very nice.

It was pink with black streaks all over it. It was very beautiful and shiny due to the polish.

Once you guys got out of the warehouse gates, Hobie positioned the car next to some other cars getting ready to race.

Gwen went over to one of the girls who was next to Miguel yesterday. She was pretty and had red sunglasses on in contrast to the other girl who had pink ones on, shaped like hearts. “Hey, Jess!”

Jess smiled and hugged Gwen, “Hey Gwen. You ready for the race?”

Gwen nodded and went next to Miles where they started to talk in themselves.

“You’re back!” The girl with pink heart sunglasses went toward you and hugged you.

Miguel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “Lyla?”

“Hi, I’m Lyla! Nice to meetcha-?”

“Y/N, I’m-”

Lyla laughed and sighed, “Of course I know your name, silly! You’re the girl who yelled at Miguel yesterday!”

Your stomach dropped in second-hand embarrassment. Does she still remember that?

“Oh well! Time to get in my place! Have fun!” Lyla ran to her place next to the cars where Jess was to the opposite of her, holding the same checkered flag as Lyla. They both matched each other with the same white dress and hair in ponytails.

“Start your engines!”

You went over to where Hobie was and knocked on his window where he opened it, “What’s up pretty?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a handshake. You wanted to wish him luck but realized you probably look awkward. “Good luck, S-Punk.”

He smiled and nodded, pulling up the window.

The racers revved their engines getting ready to start until Lyla and Jess motioned their flags.

“Ready…”

You saw Hobie staring at a particular car with a bit of nervousness etched on his face.

“Set…”

With a swift motion, the cars went. And god were they fast.

“Hobie is totally gonna win…” Gwen whispered.

Miguel peered down at you and had a faint smile play at his lips as he saw your amazed expression, “Enjoying the race?”

You nodded energetically and focused on Hobie’s car making sharp turns around the streets.

—

Pavitr looked at you and Miguel, smiling while nudging at Miles, “So new girl and Boss have a thing for each other?”

Miles groaned annoyed, “No? Why do you think that?”

Gwen motioned to you two, as Miguel just looked at you blankly.

All three of them never saw Miguel just look at someone so the sight was a shocker. They huddled up and looked at each other stunned.

“He’s so smiley it’s scary…” Miles whispered.

Gwen nodded, “Damn Miles, so your cousin really is allat and a bag of chips huh?”

Pavitr’s jaw dropped as he whipped his head to your direction where you were laughing at something. “THAT’S YOUR COUSIN MORALES? She’s so fly, man!”

Miles cringed at Pavitr’s words and crossed his arms, “I don’t know but Y/N is just nice like that so whatever.”

-------------------------------------------------------

You looked around you and nudged Miguel on the shoulder, getting him to peer down to you, “Well where’s the cool suits and jackets and stuff? The uniforms?”

He snickered and covered his mouth, “What?”

“Well yeah? You guys are supposed to be like a gang team whatever you guys are. I would think you guys have uniforms or jackets?”

Your answer made him laugh even harder before he leaned by your ear and whispered.

“This isn’t Formula 1 racing, sweetheart."

"It’s much more than that.”

a/n- tis a bit short but yeah! thank you guys so much for 100! it means alot ily guys<3333

i’m like still debating if I should discontinue this or go on w it…🧍🏻‍♀️

tags -

@catr4dora @deputy-videogamer @viriexo

@soilmayo @toaffes @itzsab

[writermuses]

@not-museing-around continued from here

Solena nodded, almost frantically, as her hands cupped Miles' face and her laughter filled the bathroom as her green eyes glittered with happy tears. She'd been such a bottle up, shy soul until Miles, but being with him was as simple as breathing. Having him tell her she was all he wanted in her native tongue made her feel like her racing heart had grown three times larger. "I'm all yours, Miles. As long as you want me, I'm going to always be yours." Sol pulled him closer with her hands and legs, her bottom now tipping over the edge of the sink, seeking him out for friction. His hard length was brushing against her center as she kissed him and just as he'd torturously touched her, Sol did the same. Her nails gently scratched down the muscles she'd done her best to never stare at and always failed. But now she looked selfishly and saw all of him, swallowing nervously. "I haven't done this in a long long time... I'm a little scared... but you should know, um... that person said I wasn't good at it." Her cheeks were bright red when she reached down and touched him, stroking slowly. Sol's hand couldn't wrap entirely around him and she squeezed him a little more tightly, eyes flitting back up to Miles, "Is this okay?" 'It' had been every sexual act he'd coaxed her into, the older guy that took her virginity had completely walked over her self-esteem. It wasn't until Miles looked at her that she'd even felt attractive, but she worried she wouldn't be able to make him feel good.

[sheluvv-gambino]

"You think you cute huh?"

pairings : e-42 miles morales x black fem!reader

summary : You are basically your boyfriends personal braider atp

warnings : none!

"Stop moving, Miles."

"Nah it's not my fault you keep pulling my hair, ma."

You were sat with Miles body inbetween your thighs as you were called over earlier to braid his hair.

You didn't have a problem with it infact you were quite excited since your boyfriend didn't let anyone except his mother touch his head and now you know why.

He's tenderheaded and the only one who dosen't 'pull' his hair is Mrs.Morales.

And anytime you try to bring it up he says the same thing

'I'm not tenderheaded it's just that my mama is the only one who does it how I like it'

yeah, sure.

"We're literally supposed to be going out tonight and you moving isn't making time go any faster, just relax." You say whilst trying to get the part right.

"Fine." He mutters looking up at you with his head tilted.

You make direct eye contact with him and kiss his forehead in a soothing matter with hopes it helps with his constant fidgeting.

As tenderheaded as that boy is your gentle braiding somehow calmed him enough that he fell asleep on your thigh. You take a quick picture giggling before deciding to wake him up from his slumber

"Miles," You whisper softly nudging his shoulder "Wake up, please."

"Mhm, I'm up." He groans.

You pass him the mirror and wrap your arm around his shoulder.

"You like it, babe?" You question quite anxiously waiting for his approval.

He shakes his head from side to side looking at every angle.

"Shit, mami!" He stands up and leaning over putting his hands on either side of you "This is fire, you gotta do this f'me more often."

You smile up at him and peck his lips.

Walking over to his desk to put your phone on charge you notice something familiar in your peripheral.

"You think you cute huh?"

"What?" He replies looking at you confused.

You silently hold up your bonnet and show it to the thief himself.

"Well how else am I supossed to sleep after getting my hair done, Mi sol." He smirks whilst snatching it out your hands and pulling you close to connect your lips.

Wow, he really be stealing everything even your heart.

[baelarys]

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧 Pt.2

Aemond targaryen x Reader velaryon(Rhaenyra Daughter)

Warning: Insest, bad language, death

Word count : 5038

A medida que pasaban las horas, la emoción de la noticia se instalaba en mi mente. El sol comenzaba a ocultarse tras unas densas nubes grises, presagiando una tormenta. El castillo de Desembarco del Rey estaba bañado por una luz tenue y melancólica, creando una atmósfera de expectación.

I stepped out into the entrance courtyard, accompanied by Lord Caswell and my guard, Ser Cedric Blackwood. His presence was comforting, his imposing figure and unquestionable loyalty reassuring. The wind lightly stirred his black cloak as we both waited patiently.

Finally, a caravan of riders and a carriage appeared in the distance. Without banners or fanfare, their arrival was discreet, fitting for the uncertain times we faced. My heart pounded, and I felt a mixture of nerves and joy as I prepared to receive my mother.

The caravan stopped, and the knights dismounted silently. Rhaenyra descended from the carriage, followed by Daemon, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Joffrey, Rhaena, Baela, Aegon III, and Viserys II. Rhaenyra, with her regal bearing and silver hair, shone despite the waning light of the evening, her pregnancy evident but not diminishing her imposing presence in the slightest. When our eyes met, a warm smile lit up her face.

Lord Caswell descended the steps and approached my mother, taking her hands.

—Welcome, princess —said Lord Caswell.

—My sweet child —Rhaenyra responded, coming forward to embrace me. The hug was strong and comforting, full of the familiarity that only a mother can offer. We separated just enough to see each other’s eyes, and she took my hands in hers.

—It is good to see you, my daughter. The journey has been long, but knowing you would be here made every mile worthwhile —she said, her voice laden with emotion.

—We were eagerly awaiting your arrival. Helaena told me about the rumors in Driftmark and about Ser Vaemond Velaryon —I asked, wanting to understand more about the events that had brought her here. Rhaenyra nodded, her expression turning serious.

—Yes, there are disputes about the succession in Driftmark. Vaemond has raised concerns that cannot be ignored. It is crucial that we remain united in these times —she explained, glancing around before focusing back on me. —But there will be time to talk about politics. Right now, I want to enjoy this moment with you.

—Of course, mother. It is an honor to have you with us again —I replied, smiling.

Daemon approached, greeting me with a smile and a nod.

—Y/N, it’s always a pleasure to see you —he said, his tone soft but firm.

—Daemon —I replied, returning his smile. Then I looked at my brothers and stepsiblings, feeling a mix of love and responsibility towards them.

—Brothers, sisters —I greeted them, hugging each one.

Lucerys, always affectionate, enveloped me in a strong hug.

—Y/N, I’ve missed you so much —he said with a warm smile, his affection evident.

—And I’ve missed you too, Lucerys. It’s good to have you close again —I replied, gently stroking his hair.

—And you, come here! —I exclaimed, pulling Jacaerys by the arm to hug him and plant a warm kiss on his cheek.

—I’ve missed you too —Jace said sweetly.

—Hello to you too —I said, leaving a kiss on Joffrey’s head and wrapping my arms around him.

I approached the nurses carrying the little Aegon and Viserys, who looked at me with curiosity. It was the first time I saw them in person, and their little faces filled me with tenderness.

—Hello, little ones! —I said, extending my hands toward them. Aegon, with his big curious eyes, came closer first, followed by his brother.

—They’ve grown so much since the last time you saw them —commented Rhaenyra with a smile.

Ser Cedric stepped forward, bowing his head in respect.

—Princess, it is an honor to welcome you to King’s Landing —said Ser Cedric formally.

—Thank you, Ser Cedric. I appreciate your loyalty and protection of my daughter —Rhaenyra responded with a nod.

With a gesture, I guided my family inside the castle.

—I’d like to say I’m happy to be back, but I hardly recognize it —my mother commented with a bitter tone, watching Daemon walk away with a small laugh.

—Many things have changed since you were last here, mother —I replied, watching Jace and Luke head towards the training yard. —You must be tired, mother. Let me take you to your quarters.

—And how is he? —my mother asked as we walked down the hallway with Ser Cedric and Daemon a few steps behind us.

—He’s fine, I think he’s training now —I replied sweetly.

—Do they treat you well here? —my mother added, sounding a bit worried.

—They have to, or I’ll take his other eye —Daemon quipped mischievously.

—They treat me well here —I said, taking my mother’s hand and caressing it to calm her. —I’m excited for you to meet Maegor —I added cheerfully.

---

I arrived at the training yard in search of my brothers and managed to see Aemond sparring with Ser Criston. He was truly a skilled swordsman, handling his sword with such ease. After finishing his duel with Ser Criston, I saw him approaching my brothers.

—Nephews, have you come to train? —Aemond asked, his tone mixing challenge and mockery.

I descended to approach and position myself next to Jace. I felt Lucerys move to hide behind me while Jacaerys took a step back.

Aemond’s gaze finally landed on me.

—Wife —Aemond spoke with a mischievous tone as he approached a bit closer.

The sudden march down the hallway startled me a bit. I rolled my eyes as Vaemond stared at me, his gaze filled with hatred and contempt towards me and my brothers. I turned to resume my conversation with Aemond. I smiled at him before turning to look at my brothers.

—You should go to mother and get ready —I said, looking at Jacaerys, who returned my gaze with concern. Aemond came even closer, his imposing presence increasing the tension in the air.

—Are you afraid, Lucerys? —Aemond asked with a twisted smile, his gaze fixed on the little boy trying to hide behind me.

—Leave him alone, Aemond —I intervened firmly, looking him in the eyes. Aemond raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the reaction he had provoked.

—I don’t intend to hurt him… yet —he said, his tone becoming more intimidating as he directed his gaze at Lucerys. —I was only offering a training opportunity. After all, we all need to improve our skills, don’t we?

I felt Lucerys cling a little tighter to my back.

—Luke, Jace, why don’t you go visit the gardens? I’ll stay here. I have some matters to discuss with my dear husband —I said, giving them an exit. Jace nodded, understanding my intention, and took Lucerys back to the castle. Aemond looked at me with interest, clearly amused by the situation.

—You’re very protective of them —Aemond commented, stepping even closer. —But that won’t always be enough.

—I know —I replied calmly, looking him directly in the eye. —But I’ll do what I can to keep them safe.

Aemond came even closer, his gaze intensely fixed on mine.

—That determination is one of the things that attracts me most to you —he said, his tone full of sarcasm.

I returned a smile.

—Only my determination? —I asked playfully, taking a step towards him. Aemond let out a soft laugh, his eyes never leaving mine.

—Also your stubbornness. And your ability to get into trouble —he said, raising a hand to gently caress my cheek.

I felt the warmth of his touch but maintained my composure.

—You have a way of saying things that always manages to disarm me, Aemond.

—That’s my intention, wife —he responded, leaning in a bit more. —To disarm you and keep you on your toes.

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat faster.

—You do it very well —I murmured, keeping my gaze fixed on his.

Aemond wrapped his arms around me, the tension between us palpable. When we finally separated, his eyes shone with a mix of desire and challenge.

—See you later —I said, heading back into the castle.

---

I walked as quickly as my feet allowed, trying not to trip over the cumbersome dress I had decided to wear that morning. Upon reaching the doors of the throne room, I took a long breath, trying to catch my breath, and gave a look to the guards, indicating they should open the doors.

—Princess Y/N of House Velaryon! —announced one of the guards as I walked through the doors. Everyone was already there: my mother with my brothers, my grandmother Rhaenys and my cousins alongside Vaemond Velaryon, and Queen Alicent with her children and the Hand of the King. I gave Luke a quick smile and took my place between Aemond and Aegon.

—You’re late —murmured Aegon with a mocking smile. —Was your dress teaching you a lesson in humility?

—I’d say it was more of a challenge to my patience —I replied, giving an ironic smile. —But don’t worry, Aegon, I still have enough to endure you.

Aemond, who was on my other side, watched the scene with a raised eyebrow.

Otto Hightower cleared his throat, walking towards the Iron Throne and positioning himself in front of it. There couldn't be a more disrespectful scene than that. I turned to look at my mother, who apparently shared the same feeling of rejection towards the Hand of the King.

—Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon —Otto Hightower announced. Vaemond stepped to the middle of the room, right between the two families, and looked at the Hand of the King.

Vaemond began to babble about how pure his house had been since the days of old Valyria, giving a boring account of his ancestors, as if talking about the dead gave him some kind of advantage and helped defend his position. I shared a look with Luke, who was holding tightly to my mother's arm. Luke looked nervous; his eyes darted in every direction until they met mine.

—You're going to be fine— I whispered through clenched teeth. Luke nodded and turned his attention back to whatever Vaemond was saying.

—I am their closest kin. Blood of their blood, the true and unblemished Velaryon blood runs through my veins— boasted Ser Vaemond. His words had a double meaning, said with only one intention.

Rhaenyra raised her voice to make a comment before her turn came:

—And through my children, descendants of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about Velaryon blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not dare to usurp the heir, but it seems your ambition is greater— my mother expressed in a firm and serene tone.

—You will have your chance to defend your case, Princess Rhaenyra— interrupted Alicent, which made me roll my eyes and let out a bored sigh. —Have the decency to let Ser Vaemond explain.

There was nothing more to explain. It was obvious that there was something wrong with this claim. Ser Vaemond, no matter how much he wanted Driftmark, would never have it. If Lucerys did not take the place of Lord of Driftmark, Rhys Velaryon, Ser Vaemond’s eldest son, would. Surely Otto Hightower had promised to give him full support and advocate for him just to ensure that Lucerys did not obtain Driftmark. It was a conspiracy.

—Thank you, Ser Vaemond— I raised my gaze when the man's account finally ended. —Princess Rhaenyra, speak on behalf of your son, Lucerys Velaryon.

My mother took a step forward, clasping her hands with weariness and boredom, not looking at Otto.

—If I must legitimize this farce with a response, I must remind the court that nearly twenty years ago...

The sound of the doors opening caught everyone's attention. Seconds later, King Viserys appeared, escorted by his Kingsguard. Everyone watched the scene with attention. I couldn't feel anything but admiration for my grandfather, who had gathered all his strength to be here and defend his daughter and grandchildren from such vile accusations.

—King Viserys of House Targaryen! The first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!

My heart tightened as I watched my grandfather advance through the room. Where there was once a man, now there was a skeletal body that held only the old glory of what he once was. That old man would do anything for his most beloved daughter. He would be remembered—at least by the blacks—as an exceptional father and grandfather, even though the others were also in shock when they saw him enter.

Viserys advanced with difficulty, slowing his pace when his gaze fell on Rhaenyra. In his eyes, she was alone, with no one to defend her. The man's eyes wandered, fixing on the mysterious brown-haired woman next to one of her children. Y/N watched her grandfather observe her with attention, with curiosity even, as if he couldn't recognize her until the man advanced. For a few moments, Viserys confused her with his late wife Aemma until memories of his granddaughter filled him, recognizing her after a few seconds.

After that, the man advanced until he reached the stairs. Viserys stood still, catching his breath and being attended to by one of his guards, but he waved him away, climbing the stairs almost entirely until the crown on his head fell to the ground. I felt sorry for my grandfather; my feet were about to move toward him, but Daemon was quicker, going to assist his older brother. Viserys murmured something only Daemon heard, and when their eyes finally met, the man felt relief at seeing his brother. Daemon picked up the crown, helping Viserys up the remaining stairs.

I felt a swarm of emotions in my chest, watching Daemon crown Viserys in an emotional scene that only brotherhood could provide. I had never seen so much sadness and respect in the eyes of his former master. After that, the rogue prince returned to his place, sharing a look with the brown-haired woman. Princess Rhaenys shared her opinion with the king and announced the engagement of her granddaughter to Princess Rhaenyra's sons.

—Well, the matter is resolved, again. Therefore, I reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as the heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and future Lord of the Tides,�� Viserys spoke wearily. Ser Vaemond cast a confused look at his sister-in-law and addressed the king.

—You have violated the law and a centuries-old tradition to name your daughter as heir,— accused the white-haired, dark-skinned man. —And you dare to tell me who deserves to bear the Velaryon name? No, I will not allow it.

—"Allow it"? You have forgotten your place,— Viserys said, disdain dripping from his voice at the way Ser Vaemond addressed him.

—That!— Vaemond shouted, pointing a finger contemptuously at Lucerys. — is not a true Velaryon, and even less so my nephew,— the hatred and rejection spilling from Ser Vaemond's mouth like venom.

—Watch what you say, Ser Vaemond, if you don't want to lose your tongue!— I spat at Vaemond. I would not allow anyone to speak to my brother that way, especially in my presence.

—Leave. I have spoken enough. Lucerys is my legitimate grandson, and you are simply the second son of Driftmark.—

—You do as you please with your house, but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand more tribulations, and damn me, but I will not let it extinguish because of this...

Daemon smiled slightly, the moment he longed for since Vaemond began to open his mouth to disrespect his family had arrived.

—Say it,— Daemon murmured at his side with a hunger for bloodshed. I could see how Daemon's hand gripped the hilt of Dark Sister.

—Her sons are bastards!— Vaemond shouted, more exasperated than necessary. I shared a knowing look with Daemon, seeing the hilt of Dark Sister in his hands. —And she is a whore.

The entire Hall was left in shared shock and it was Daemon's moment to act. That was the last toll on the man-eater's patience. Daemon slipped like a shadow, living up to his title, passing behind his family to reach the other end, no one had noticed his intentions and that was good.

—I will cut out your tongue for that— Viserys threatened from the top of the throne, pulling out a knife from his clothing.

Daemon before anyone else could stop him raised Dark Sister with incredible ease cutting Vaemond Velaryon's head in half, the Valyrian steel making a clean cut. Everyone remained silent, some screams of terror in the court were what made Daemon smile but more the reaction of the green Targaryens. Aemond watched the scene with pleasure.

—Let him keep his tongue— Daemon said when he saw the body of Ser Vaemond at his feet.

—Disarm him!— Otto Hightower shouted, making a dozen men surround the prince.

—no need— the platinum ruled, leaning his weight on Dark Sister, looking at the blood dripping on the floor and walking back to his old place as if nothing had happened

Viserys began to get upset with shock, interrupting the moment. I watched my grandfather collapse on the throne.

—Call the maesters!—Alicent helped by climbing up the stairs to the throne.

—Father...— Rhaenyra murmured, staying under the throne watching the maesters urgently take Viserys away.

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—What a scene— Aemond spoke when we got to our rooms, resting in one of the armchairs near the now unlit fireplace while I adjusted some threads of the leather suit I used to ride the cannibal.

I approached the dead fire, removing a couple of remaining ashes with my fingertips. Aemond leaned forward, his eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and mockery.

—It's not every day that you witness a beheading at court— Aemond murmured, raising a glass of wine to me. —Daemon certainly knows how to liven up a boring meeting.—

—Cheer up is one way to put it— I said, finishing adjusting the strings of my suit. Although I must admit that it was a little satisfying to see Dark Sister go through his head so easily.

Aemond gave a soft laugh, his eye twinkling with amusement.

—I'm glad to know that you appreciate the art of the sword, my dear.— Although I'm not sure if what happened today will be remembered as art or as atrocity.

I sat next to him, crossing my legs and taking the drink he offered me.

—With our family, those two words are usually interchangeable.—I answered with a smile on my lips, getting up and walking towards the door—see you at dinner.—

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The Dragonpit, an imposing and significant structure designed to house dragons that have been companions in our family for generations.

—Ābra (princess)— greets one of the dragonkeepers with a bow, while the smell of smoke wafts from the caverns where some dragons rest. I return the greeting with a slight nod.

—Gaomagon naejot vāedis Cannibal syt ao, mazverdagon māzigon dārys ēza pryjatan jevi ēdruta. (we are preparing cannibal for you, he has been quite restless and aggressive these last few days your grace)—he informs me as he approaches.

Cannibal had never had a rider before nor had he been to King's Landing. It was an honor to have become your rider. Cannibal was a towering dragon, almost the same size as Vaghar, with a coat of coal-black scales and green eyes that glowed like emeralds. He was somewhat aggressive and refused any contact with humans, except me.

"—essa iderēbagon ūndegon īlva mēre (Maybe we should let him marry his own food)—I respond, approaching Cannibal as he shifts restlessly, trying to remove his saddle.

—Bantis zōbrie (good boy)—I murmur to Cannibal, trying to reassure him.

––––––––––––

After the events in the throne room, it was decided to celebrate with a small banquet to have the entire family together at the king's request.

The banquet hall is illuminated by hundreds of candles, reflecting their flickering flames on the stone walls. We met in the Great Hall, at a long dark oak table, adorned with gold festoons and glasses overflowing with wine. The conversations are a constant murmur, mixing with the clinking of dishes and forced laughter.

I take a seat next to Aemond, feeling the tension in the air. He appears rigid, with an expression that denotes his discontent. Seeking to comfort him, I take his hand in mine, leaving soft caresses on the back of his hand. —Are you okay?— I ask him affectionately, hoping to calm his spirits.

—It fills me with joy to see you together tonight.—Viserys smiled softly, taking soft breaths trying to catch his breath.

—A prayer?— Queen Alicent offers next to her husband, Viserys responded with a nod.

—May the mother bless this meeting with her love, may the blacksmith reforge the ties that were broken and may Vaemond Velaryon rest in peace—the latter making me raise the corner of my lips in a small smile that quickly disappeared.

King Viserys rises, his imposing figure towering over us as he taps his cup, drawing everyone's attention. The room falls into an expectant silence.

—It seems that on this day there are many things to celebrate, my grandchildren Jace and Luke will marry their cousins Baela and Rhaena, strengthening the bond between our houses—Viserys spoke with a voice full of emotion, he talks about unity and family love. —a toast to the princes and their fiancées

Everyone raised their glasses, took a light sip enjoying the taste of the sweet wine brought from Dorn, I see Aegon talking to Jace who seemed fed up with his uncle's words.

—Let's also toast to Prince Lucerys, future lord of the tides,— I said, raising my glass and looking at Luke, smiling lovingly at my sweet little brother.

—It makes me happy, and at the same time it fills me with sadness to see your faces at this table, the faces most dear to me and that have become so distant over the years,— Viserys stood up, the king expressed with sadness and regret, my grandfather brought his weak fingers to the gold mask that covered what was once the face of a completely healthy man, my eyes went to my lap my chest being eaten by the feeling of sadness and somehow of pity, aemond He squeezed my hand trying to express some kind of Consolation.—My face is not that pleasant either if anyone ever was but tonight I want everyone to see me as I am, not as a king but as a father, as a brother, as a grandfather and like a husband.—

—Because I know I won't be among you much longer. I beg you not to harbor any more resentment in your hearts. The crown will weaken if the house of the dragon remains divided,— Viserys continues, looking away at everyone else. —Forget your differences if you don't, They do it for the crown, at least do it for this old man who loves them all deeply.—his words echoing in every corner of the room.

—I want to raise my glass to her highness the queen—my mother rises from her place with her glass raised.—I love my father but I recognize that no one has accompanied him as faithfully as his wife, she has remained by his side with unwavering devotion love and honor. And for that I offer my gratitude and my apologies.

After a few words from Queen Alicent to my mother, the atmosphere seemed calmer and less uncomfortable. Aemond, still with my hand in his, relaxes slightly, although his gaze remains severe.

—I want to toast Jace and Baela, they're getting married soon and it's not that bad, most of the time he almost always ignores you. Except when he's drunk—Helaena was heard speaking as she gets up from her place. The brunette shared glances with the platinum girl, smiling at her and raising her glass when she saw that no one else was doing so.

—Excuse me,— said Jace, passing by Baela until he reached Helaena, offering her his hand to dance to which Helaena responded very happily. Aegon looked at the scene with confusion, sharing a look with Aemond, who immediately fixed his gaze on his nephew and his sister.

Some servants entered the room bringing a large smoked Pig, leaving it in the center of the table, without paying much attention to it since I had hardly touched my food until they heard Luke giggle and divert his gaze to Rhaena to hide until he felt the aemond's attention on him. The brown prince also brought his to Aemond, laughing in his face without any impudence.

—Just ignore him, don't make him...— I spoke but before I could finish, Aemond hit the table with his fist, drawing everyone's attention, raising his glass in the air to speak.

—One last tribute and we leave,— Aemond spoke, making Aegon raise his glass as well. —To the health of my nephews, Jace, Luke and Joferry, all handsome, wise and strong like a strong .—

I felt a twist in my stomach before he mentioned Sir Harwin Strong, our real father, he could never see it in such a way. Luke and Jace shared glances across the room, taking them with concern to their older sister.

—Aemond,— Queen Alicent warned, still sitting in her place.

—let's raise our glasses to these four strong ones...

—Repeat it if you dare,— Jace threatened, walking towards him.

—It's just a compliment, aren't they strong?— says Aemond, placing his hand on my shoulder, leaving a strong squeeze.

The tension in the room feels like a rope about to snap. I can see the redness on Jacaerys and Lucerys's faces, and I feel the anger in the air. Suddenly, words turn into action. Jacaerys launches himself at Aemond, punching him in the face, causing the guards to fall on him, Rhaena and Luke get up from their places, running towards where the fight was, the twin trying to stop her sister and Luke to defend Jace, the table is turns into a battlefield. Screams echo, glasses are overturned, and wine spills like blood on the tablecloth. I try to get away from the chaos, but I'm trapped in the middle of the fight, I watch as Aegon takes Luke's head in his hand and smashes his face on the table.

—Stop it, you bastard— Aegon murmurs, pressing Luke's head down on the table.

I get up from my place when I see Aegon putting more pressure on Luke's head on the table, I push Aegon in an attempt to get him away from Luke, giving him a hard slap on the cheek—whom you call a bastard—I spit angrily seeing him. As Aegon steps back with a hand on his cheek. —You bastard,— Aegon repeated again, this time reaching the voice and approaching angrily towards us.

I take one of the knives that were on the table when I see the blonde approaching with a determined step—disarm her!—Alicent shouted at the guards when she saw how I approached with Aegon with the knife in my hands.

The guards took the brunette in their arms while they forced them to where they were holding their brothers—say it again if you dare!—she screamed again.

When the guards released us, my brothers and I advanced in a threatening manner until Daemon stood up from his place, walking in front of us, making a sound with his mouth to stop us, the blonde looking at the brunette behind them, boiling with fury, Daemon turns his attention to the one-eyed prince. .

—How can you say something like that in public!?— Alicent asked, annoyed, she kept her gaze on Aemond in front of her.

—I'm just expressing how proud I am of my family, mother,— Aemond responded, smiling falsely, turning his attention to his wife and nephews. —Even though my nephews aren't as close to yours.—

Again Luke and Jace advanced furiously but Daemon raised one of his hands, managing to calm them down. The rogue prince's gaze fell on that of the one-eyed prince who only looked at him carefully.

Aemond left the room but not before fixing his gaze on me, letting out a chuckle that only irritated me, before disappearing through the corridors.

I could see my mother scolding my brothers while they kept their heads down. I approached them.

—And you? Try to attack your uncle with a weapon? —my mother exclaimed, annoyed—How can you think?

—But he called Luke a bastard— I said, indignant.

—It does not matter! “What you did is not worthy of a lady,— my mother responded before I could finish what she was going to say. —We will return to Dragonstone Tonight . Say goodbye to your brothers and everyone return to their rooms before they cause more trouble— my mother proclaimed in a stern tone, walking away to approach Queen Alicent.

My brothers and I looked at each other in silence, knowing that any protests would be futile. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and shame. It pained me that our actions had shamed our mother, but I couldn't stop thinking about the injustice of my Aemond's words.

—I'm very sorry about what happened— I said quietly. —Aemond had no right to say those things about us.—

My brothers nodded, accepting my words with sad faces before heading to their rooms.

With a sigh, I headed to my room. Unlike my brothers, I would not return to Dragonstone. My place was here in kingslanding away from my family.

[softspiderling]

risk it all | b.r.b

summary: the gym fic™️

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader

warnings: breaking gym etiquette, thirsty reader

word count: 3,4k

author's note: coming back with a bang i guess🤪thanks to jordan, may and sol for the continuous support ily guys.

He was staring.

You thought it was a fluke at first, that he was looking at someone that was standing behind you, but there wasn’t anyone. 

You had checked. 

Several times. 

The moment you realized that he was looking at you, you started sweating profusely. And it wasn’t because of the exercise, even though it was indeed kicking your ass. You weren’t a gym junkie by all means, and you didn’t even know if you were doing the exercise correctly. 

About your second rep in, you had enough and lifted your head to meet his gaze head on. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he had the decency to flush when he turned his eyes away. Letting out a grunt of annoyance, you finished your last rep, picking up your water bottle and taking an angry swig from it. You glared daggers at the man, who had his back turned to you by now and headed to the changing rooms, grabbing your stuff.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered?” Natasha asked when you came home, kicking the door shut behind you. 

“There was an asshole at the gym who was staring at me.”

Natasha pulled a face, twisting her hair into a bun, the heat of the stove getting to her. 

“You know I keep telling you to come to my gym instead.”

“UGH! I wish I could, but I literally just made a year-long contract with my gym like two months ago,” you groaned, dropping down on the couch like a sack of potatoes. “Couldn’t you have told me about your gym before I made my contract?”

Natasha peaked her head out of the kitchen to laugh at you and you couldn’t even be bothered to glare at her. It was weird how comfortable you were around each other, even though you’ve barely known each other for a month. You had posted an ad online that you were looking for a roommate and after countless interviews with people that were okay-ish, but not really your vibe, you met Natasha at a coffee shop and after bonding over your lactose-intolerance, you offhandedly mentioned you were searching for a roommate.

Yeah.

Admittedly a very weird thing to bond over, but now you always had a carton of oat milk and a carton of coconut milk in your fridge and a very cool roommate. 

“Well, then you gotta power through it. I’m sure you won’t see him again, and if you do, don’t hesitate to confront him, babe,” Natasha said, ever the strong woman. “Now go shower, you stink. Dinner is ready soon.”

She disappeared back into the kitchen and you forced yourself up, dragging a hand over your face, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You always liked to think that you were as strong as she was, but all your bravado usually left you as soon as you opened your mouth.

You just hoped you wouldn’t see him again, so you didn’t have to confront him at all.

The next time you were at the gym, it was about two weeks later and you had completely forgotten about the guy. Over the past week, it had gotten unbearably hot and you couldn’t find the strength to go to the gym to sweat even more so you gave yourself a time off until it cooled down again. It wasn’t exactly chilly, but at least it wasn’t that humid in the gym. The gym wasn’t packed as it usually was around this time, so it didn’t take you long to get through your workout. When you sat down on one of your last machines, you tensed slightly when you saw him right across from you, doing weighted pull-ups. 

To your annoyance, you realized that he was hot. 

Like, really hot. 

The shirt he was wearing was thin and white, miles of defined muscle just underneath,  His arms were huge, biceps straining as he pulled himself up and then lowered himself again. With a grunt he dropped down from the bars and you quickly averted your gaze, getting busy with your own weights. When you were all done, you straightened up your back and started the exercise, seeing how he was standing basically straight across from you, slightly to the left. 

Opting to just stare into the mirror on the other side of the wall, you could still see him looking at you out of the corner of your eyes. You couldn’t help it, but for a split second, you glanced over to him. Unlike the last time, he actually held your gaze and until you turned away, your cheeks turning red. 

God, what a fucking dick. 

You dropped the weights with a loud thunk, reaching for your phone.

roomie one: that fucking douchebag is here again

roomie two: Gym starer?

roomie one: … yes

roomie two: Get him!

roomie one: i’m not going to confront him in the middle of the gym

roomie two: Well, he’d deserve it.

The timer on the chest press indicated that your resting time was over, so you put your phone away. getting back to your workout. While you had been texting Natasha, gym starer had gotten back on the bar, his back to you. Small beads of sweat started to form on the nape of his neck, running down the back of the straining shirt that stretched across his shoulders every time he flexed his arms to pull himself up. 

After a while, you realized that you had done way more reps than you were supposed to, your muscles aching in protest. Cursing, you dropped the weights, gently this time, and wiped your face with your towel. Lifting your head, you could see that he was looking at you again and since you didn’t want to be that creepy person who stared at someone else in the gym, like he kept doing, you decided it was enough for the day and went to the locker rooms. Luckily, no one was in there, so you leaned your head against the cold metal of the lockers, letting out a frustrated scream. 

“Cut your workout short?” 

Wordlessly, you held your hand up, shutting the front door behind you, too annoyed with yourself to talk, and Natasha raised an eyebrow at you, putting her book away. Dropping your gym bag on the floor, you took a seat at the dining table and laid your head down. 

“He’s hot,” you muttered against the wooden surface. 

“I didn’t understand a thing.”

With a long sigh, you lifted your head, looking at Natasha with a pout. “Gym starer. He’s hot.”

“Ah, so now he’s not the creepy gym starer anymore,” Natasha snorted, putting her feet on the coffee table and you glared at her. Because she was right. Screw double-standards.

“God, you should’ve seen him,” you moaned, covering your face with your hands. “His arms are huge. And his shirt was so thin, I could basically see through the fabric and ugh-”

Natasha pulled a face. “Gross.”

“Shut up. Not everyone can like women,” you huffed, standing up. “I need to take a shower. 

“Yeah you do, you’re dripping all over the floor.”

“Jesus, Tash,” you exclaimed and Natasha only cackled at you as you headed to the bathroom to grab a shower, hoping to wash this dirty feeling away. While you stood under the stream of the water, you let out a sigh. You could not develop a crush on gym starer. That would be against your principles and it would be just, really fucking inconvenient. 

Unfortunately you weren’t one of those girls who got cute gym sets and looked like they just walked out of a Lululemon ad. Instead, you wore the most basic black running tights with a random sports bra and your hair ALWAYS stuck to your sweaty forehead, no matter how you wore it. And it was fine with you, because you weren’t going to the gym to pick up guys, you went there to stay fit and challenge yourself.

But a gym crush? No thanks. 

Toweling your wet hair, you exited the bathroom, leaving the door open so the warm air could escape. You plopped down on the couch next to Natasha and crossed her arms, looking at you in amusement.

“Have you ever thought about why he’s staring at you?”

“He’s probably laughing at me because I’m doing the exercise all wrong. Or because I sweat so much.”

“Or he’s into you?”

“And that’s why he’s staring at me?” you scoffed, draping the towel around your shoulders, tugging it from both ends. “He’s probably just like one of those weird gym rat bros who judges everyone who doesn’t go to the gym every day. I mean, he’s fucking ripped, Tash.”

“I know, you already said that!” Natasha groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m heading out for drinks with my squadron soon. Do you want to come along? Maybe you can find someone hot who will take your mind off of gym starer.”

“I doubt it. Maybe next time, Tash. Thanks for the invitation, though.”

You exhaled as you pushed through the last reps of your first set, your legs trembling. It took you a few days until you dared to go back to the gym. You were terrified you’d get caught staring at gym starer (oh the irony in that phrase), but when you were certain that you’d forgotten what he had looked like, you packed your bag and went to the gym. 

Relaxing your legs, you lifted them out of the machine when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone standing next to you. Pausing, you glanced at him, just to see gym starer looking at you. His mouth was moving, but the music from your headphones was too loud. Holding up your finger, he pressed his lips together until you tugged the headphones out of your ears.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Um…” Gym starer paused, his cheeks red. “I- uh… I wanted to know how much longer you’re gonna take on the leg press.”

“Oh. Uh, two more sets?”

“... Okay,” he said, pausing like he wanted to add something, but then quickly turned on his heel, walking away.

Furrowing your brows, you put your headphones back into your ears. Weird. As you shifted your weight in the seat, you looked to the right, doing a double take when you saw the other leg-press, unoccupied. 

“What the fuck,” you muttered to yourself, leaning your hands on your legs. When you left the gym twenty minutes later, gym starer was nowhere to be seen. 

A few days later, you were lounging on the couch, catching up with some of your favorite tv shows. You needed a break from the gym, at least until you’d get your thoughts sorted. You didn’t know how he did it, but whenever you walked into the gym he was there, even though your gym routine was pretty irregular. Just as the credits of the latest Suits episode started rolling, Natasha suddenly barged into the apartment, making you jump.

“Jesus, what the hell?”

“I’m heading to the bar with my squadron, do you want to come with me?”

You sighed, burrowing deeper into the couch. “I don’t know… I’m so comfy. And I don’t even know anyone there.”

Natasha gave you a look, leaning her hands into her hips, which could only mean that you were about to get a lecture from her. You gulped. 

“You don’t know anyone because you always turn me down whenever I ask you to come out, seriously! I am not accepting a no.”

“Fine, okay,” you huffed with wide eyes, raising your hands in defense. “Just let me get changed, I guess.” With a nod, Natasha disappeared into the bathroom while you headed to your bedroom to get changed, reluctantly. While you were miffed that your plans of staying in had been thrown over, you respected Natasha enough to admit that she was right. Half an hour later, a cab dropped you off at the beach, in front of a small bar aptly called the Hard Deck. 

“Hey, is this like, a Navy bar?” you asked Natasha with a frown as you walked through the door. 

“Yeah. I did tell you that we were getting drinks with my squadron.”

Letting your eyes roam when you got inside, you noticed that almost everyone was dressed in uniform, one way or another, but luckily, there were some people dressed in civvies, so you wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. You stopped mid-walk, when you saw him, narrowing your eyes.

Gym starer. Because of course he’d be here. 

God was just pulling on all the strings in your life and laughing at you like you were his personal entertainment. It took gym starer a few seconds to spot you, but when he did, he basically spat out his beer all over the counter. 

“Jeez Bradshaw, what’s gotten into you?”

Natasha laughing, having rounded the bar, standing behind gym starer and clapping him on the back and while you gaped at her.

“You know him?”

Gym starer - Bradshaw, or whatever - was coughing, his cheeks flaming red as Natasha raised an eyebrow at you. 

“He flies with me. Bradley Bradshaw- Rooster’s in my squadron.”

“He’s gym starer.”

“I’m what?” 

“Ew,” Natasha only said, looking Bradley up and down, clearly unhappy with him. “Do you not know gym etiquette?”

“I wasn’t staring!” Bradley protested. “I mean, maybe I was, but I didn’t mean to. I swear.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I need a drink,” you muttered, moving over to the bar to flag down the bartender. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Natasha berating Bradley and him scowling at her, a bit miffed, before she rolled her eyes at him. 

“Hey, what can I get you?” 

Turning your eyes away, you looked at the smiling bartender. 

“Gin and tonic?” 

The bartender gave a brief nod, and went on to mix your drink, handing it to you after you slapped a ten dollar bill on the counter. You sipped your drink through the small black straw, relaxing slightly as the liquid burned in your throat. Your relaxation was cut short however, when you realized Bradley was walking towards you, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. Taking another long sip, hoping the liquid courage would help you out of this incredibly awkward situation, you raised your chin to look at him. 

“I, uh. Was made aware that I might’ve come across as creepy,” Bradley said, his cheeks still pink. 

“You think?”

Bradley winced. “I’m really sorry. I don’t like to bother people during their workout, but I just didn’t know how I was supposed to start talking to you. And when I finally got the courage to approach you, you kind of shut me down.”

You narrowed your eyes in confusion, trying to think back when he came up to talk to you in the gym. 

“Wait… You mean when you asked me how many sets I had left?”

You didn’t think it was possible, but Bradley flushed an even deeper pink as he nodded. 

“Yeah… I actually kind of asked you out, but you didn’t hear me, so I just felt weird and made up a lame excuse.”

“Wait, what?”

Bradley chuckled nervously, and you only stared at him in disbelief. So Natasha was right. Now it was your turn to blush

“I didn’t realize,” you explained and Bradley waved his hands around, giving you an embarrassed smile.

“Don’t worry about it, seriously. I’m sorry, again. I understand that you’re not interested, I am not here to pester you or anything, I just wanted to apologize.” Bradley turned to leave, but you stopped him, grabbing his arm.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested!” You protested, making Bradley turn back to you, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a grin. 

“Yeah?”

You let go of his arm, rolling your eyes a bit. It was comical how quickly his facial expressions could change.

“Why don’t we start over?” Bradley asked, offering his hand. “I’m Bradley Bradshaw, nice to meet you.”

*

Zoe straightened her back after she adjusted her weights, letting her gaze wander through the gym. It wasn’t extremely busy and there were just a few people working out. She didn’t usually like coming to the gym after work, because she usually couldn’t get herself to leave her apartment after she got home. Today however, work was so crazy that Zoe had to release her stress somewhere, so gym it was. Zoe’s eyes stopped on the brunet guy when doing a double take when she noticed that his gaze was set on you and she could literally feel her eye twitch. 

She didn’t really know you, but she’s seen you around the gym sometimes when you were working out, always by yourself. The guy didn’t really seem too focused on his workout as he kept his eyes steady on you and Zoe bristled. Sometimes she really hated men.

Zoe tried to channel all her anger in her workout, while still keeping an eye on you just in case. Throughout her workout, she wasn’t able to keep her eyes on you for the whole time, but when she got into the changing rooms and saw you packing your bag, she sighed in relief. 

Shooting you a small smile, Zoe grabbed her bag and her jacket and headed outside, stopping in the doorway when she saw him waiting by the door. He looked up from his phone, looking at her puzzled when she only glared at him and turned on her heel to head back inside, the door falling shut in its hinges. She walked towards you, waiting until you looked up before she spoke.

“Hey, I’m Zoe,” she said and you introduced yourself as well, if a bit bewildered. 

“I’m sorry, I know we don’t know each other at all, but there’s this weird guy hanging around outside the changing rooms. We could walk to the parking lot together.”

“What?” you asked, confused and Zoe took a deep breath, laughing nervously.

“Um, there was this guy who kept staring at you while you worked out? I don’t know if you noticed, but he was pretty focused on you. He’s standing right outside the changing rooms like a creep.”

You blinked at her before your facial expression completely changed, as you burst out in laughter. Now Zoe was very confused. 

“Oh, please this is too funny. It’s really sweet of you, but I’m okay, really. He’s my boyfriend,” you explained and Zoe flushed. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it,” you said with a laugh. “He’s a bit dense sometimes. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

You swung your bag over your shoulder and Zoe had no choice but to follow you, even though she willed the ground to open up and swallow her whole. When you opened the door, your boyfriend slipped his phone into his pocket, surprised to see Zoe following you closely. 

“Hey, everything okay?” he asked as you only snickered, shaking your head at him. 

“Babe, this is Zoe. Zoe, this is my boyfriend, Bradley,” you introduced them, and Zoe could only plaster on a smile, while Bradley shook her hand, looking at you a bit lost. “Zoe thought you were creepy because you were staring at me the whole time like a creeper.”

“Oh,” Bradley muttered dumbly, his cheeks tinging pink. “Sorry, bad habit of mine. But thank you for looking out for my girl,” he told Zoe and she laughed nervously. 

“Sure. We girls gotta look out for each other, right?”

“‘course. Hey, when are you coming here next?” You asked and Zoe shrugged with her shoulders. 

“I’m not sure yet.”

You reached for your phone, holding it out to her. “We could go together, if you want? I’ll leave Bradley at home if we do, I promise.”

Bradley only groaned, turning his face away and your face was split open in a big grin, so Zoe only smiled as she punched her number into your phone, before handing it back to you. 

“Great, I’ll text you, okay,” you promised, putting your phone away. “It was really nice meeting you Zoe.”

“It was nice meeting you too, bye.”

Bradley only waved his hand in wordless goodbye as you left, his arm wrapping around your waist. As you walked out, Zoe could hear the beginnings of your conversation. 

“-you. It’s creepy and clearly, I’m not the only one who thinks that!”

“I’m sorry! You know I want to focus on my workout, but you keep distracting me, especially when you wear those leggings…”

x

a/n: i like to think that while bradley does have game, he can be quite dense sometimes hehe. i hope you liked it!

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[greatkinglulu]

okokok vi el post de juanicar, YO SUGIERO (humildemente) un imagina así bien cute donde en un stream revela q está en una relación amorosa y tdo eso para luego presentarlx (fem, male o gn) al chat recibiendo mucho amor y apoyo x parte del chat

Sorpresa

Imagina Juani Caruso x fem!character

Warning: Ninguno? Fluff.

Conteo de palabras: 850.

27 de febrero, 2024

Mensajes nuevos: Juanicar 🎀

16:27 holaa locurasss

16:27 hoy prendo a las 18, atentiss

16:29 los espero con una sorpresa 💋💋

Así se comunica Juani habitualmente en su canal de difusión de Instagram. Cada mensaje que manda, ansiosamente esperado por sus fans, recibe incontable cantidad de reacciones con emojis, a modo de respuesta. Por supuesto, hoy no fue la excepción con miles de corazones de diferentes colores, caritas felices, enamoradas y banderas de diversos países entre otros adornando cada uno de sus textos. Mucho menos cuando en el último que envía antes de desaparecer hasta el horario pactado, promete esperarlos con “una sorpresa”.

¿Una sorpresa? Esto puede significar cientos de cosas distintas. ¡Qué manera de generar suspenso este pibe!

Algunas de las hipótesis que rondan las mentes de los integrantes del fandom: ¿Anuncia una canción?, ¿Alguna participación en otra película?, ¿Capaz una serie?, ¿Y si invita a alguno de los chicos del cast hoy? ¿¡Y si aparecen todos!?

¿Y si está de novio?

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Los minutos pasan, más lento para algunos, más rápido para otros y poquitos minutos pasadas las 18:00 llega la noti de Twitch del amigo más personal de todos.

No puede y no falta el recordatorio en el canal de ig.

Mensajes nuevos: Juanicar 🎀

18:06 bebyyyysss 

18:07 ESTAMOS AO VIVO EN TWITCH.tv/juanicar_

18:07 los veo ahí para charlar un ratoo

Entrando al stream, aparece Juani con su fondo habitual, solo y con música para ambientar de su playlist de spoti, Juanicar musiquette🎀. Tiene puesta una de las musculosas que acostumbra, color blanco, que no deja mucho a la imaginación con sus brazos al descubierto. El sol que entra por la ventana le baila en la cara a medida que él se mueve y charla con miles de espectadores del otro lado de la pantalla y sus icónicos rulos se están formando después de una ducha; tiene el pelo húmedo todavía.

Después de semejante anuncio apenas hora y media antes por insta, el chat está revolucionado y quiere respuestas, pero Juani trata de no darse por aludido. Los mensajes preguntando por la sorpresa no paran de llegar y solo siguen aumentando a medida que más gente se prende al vivo.

A Juani se lo nota algo distraído, fuera de lo habitual; incluso hasta un poco nervioso. Se le escapan risitas sin motivo aparente y mira demasiado hacia un costado fuera de cámara; está pendiente del vivo y del chat, por supuesto, pero algo más llama su atención. Mira como expectante hacia un lugar que la cámara de su celu no llega a enfocar sea a propósito o sin intención.

El chat enloquece todavía más viendo esto, pero nadie está preparado para lo que se escucha apenas de fondo, mientras Juani está respondiendo alguna pregunta que se quedó muy arriba, sobre el detrás de escenas de la peli.

“Amor, ¿no viste la crema de peinar? No la encuentro.” 

Seguido una sombra apenas visible por la rapidez de su caminata, pasa por detrás de él de una esquina de la pantalla a la otra y desaparece. Juani sonríe una sonrisa enorme, se le sube un poco el color a los cachetes y solo puede asentir, tapándose un poco la cara con las manos, cuando los mensajes del stream le pegan a la sorpresa: “JUANI ESTÁS DE NOVIO?”, “JUAN IGNACIO CARUSO CÓMO NO NOS CONTAS QUE SOMOS TUS AMIGOS MÁS PERSONALES???” Son tantos, tan rápido que no llega a leerlos todos.

“¡Tranqui, ya la encontreeeé!” La voz femenina alarga la última vocal de la palabra, con un tonito algo cantado.

“Bebé,” llama él, mirando para un costado, sonriendo embobado otra vez. “¿venís un toque?” 

Se escuchan pasos a la distancia cada vez más sonoros hasta que aparece en pantalla una castaña desenredándose el pelo mojado, con una remera manga corta blanca, visiblemente grande para ella y un short azul. Él la abraza por la cintura y gesticula que se siente sobre sí. Ahí cae en cuenta: miles de personas la están viendo. “Ay no, no no. ¡Qué vergüenza! Estoy así nomás, desarreglada, amor.” Se señala de pies a cabeza. “¿Cómo me vas a pedir que aparezca así?” La chica se tapa la cara con las manos y Juani aprovecha a sentarla en sus piernas, riendo. 

Le da un beso en la frente “¿Pero qué decís? Si sos hermosa vos, bombón.” 

La observa con ojos amorosos y niega incrédulo, mordiéndose el labio; no puede creer que ella le haya dado bola. El chat no para, explota. Aman a la pareja. Exigen un nombre para formar el ship. Es hermosa. Él repite el beso, pero no en la frente.

“Sí, chicos.” Vuelve su atención a la cámara, risueño. “No, no es una canción, ni otra peli, ni serie. No viene Blas, ni Fran, ni Enzo. Sí, estoy de novio y con esta belleza. no, yo tampoco lo puedo creer. Se las presento.”

Agradece todos los buenos comentarios y deseos que llega a leer de parte de los fans, se despide y promete volver mañana.

juanicar_ ya no está en vivo.

Taglist al 08/03/2024 para fluff con Juani: @thqueerestmf @motherandloverofallfandoms @sotsfan @motley-baby @dark-122-blog @f1lover55 @jaspimirandera

N/A: Hola, Nonnie! Cómo estás? Disculpá la tardanza, lo prometido es deuda. Espero que te guste, estoy medio oxidada porque hace muchísimo no escribo, pero le puse toda la onda :).

A aquellas personas que dejaron un mensajito en el form del taglist: muchísimas gracias por sus palabras ❤️.

Nos leemos pronto!

Si querés estar en el taglist, anotate acá.

[creamecafe]

Spanish Nicknames other than "Mi Amor" to help you guys writing Miguel O'Hara/Earth 42!Miles Fanfics or any other Latino Character x reader fanfics

Before you read the rest, I want to say there's nothing wrong with using mi amor in your fics writing Miguel O'Hara or Earth 42!Miles. It's just the repetitiveness there is in fanfics. There's so many petnames in Spanish that are so cute for couples to use and sometimes Hispanic/Latino parents use on their kids in. Spanish used gendered terms. Nicknames or adjectives that ends in the letter "o" are meant for Male and adjectives that ends in the letter "a" are meant for female. There are also nicknames in Spanish that can be used for both genders or non-gendered. This one will be Gender-Netural

Don't need at all to tag me for these nicknames. But if you want to, go ahead!

Gender Neutral

Baby = Bebé

Heart = Corazón

My life = Mi vida

My sky = Mi cielo

My sun = Mi sol

Treasure = Tesoro

Pastelito = My little cake

My light = Mi luz

Sugar = Azúcar

Cariño = Sweetheart (I know this ends in the letter "o" but it can be used for both genders!)

Dulce = Sweet

The light of my eyes = La luz de mi ojos

My little love = Amorcito (Can be used for a short!reader or a daughter or son)