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Me

Bimbo!reader this, bimbo!reader that, how about reader that's just a dumbass. Confidently looks left when someone tells you to look right. Absolutely mispronounced colonel because you'd only ever read it. Ate 4 bananas in one sitting and doesn't know why your tummy hurts. Answers any trivia question anyone gives you with perfect accuracy but though "Citizen Kane" was the guy's first and last name. It is anyone's guess what you know at any given moment, it is both endearing and absolutely terrifying. Can give the atomic weight of hydrogen off the top of your head but you've never heard of the hindenberg. Fucking astonishing

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OH MY GOD OH GOOD GOD DAMN 🥵🥵🥵😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤I NEED HIM😍😍😍🥵🥵😍

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me because i will never live that new york nepo baby lifestyle

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blackbird

chibs telford x oc!fem slowburn

new agent in town begins her ravaging with a little bit of artistry. unlike all others before her, she disregards all order, determined to demolish SAMCRO.

authors' note: oh this is dark dark. i am so glad the heading of my blog literally says that. MAJOR tw for the general plottwist, so please read with caution. i don't know why i am like that, maybe it's childhood trauma

tw: verbal abuse, swearing, MENTIONS of child molestation, rape; violence, fights, blood. Ruthlessness in general. I always try to overwarn you guys, but this time I think it is a bit ehh

you can read it on ao3

the bitch

ice cold matcha

picturing violence

dogs

he makes me smile

tunnel vision

my sweet girl

headless king

a charming town

good old glaswegian

your human starter kit came incomplete

main character syndrome

playlists:

chibs

juno

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The Gentle Art of Terror

summary: Jack and Eva Nelson have an unpleasant encounter during a posh party. Her name? Tina Cacciatore, Luca Changretta's right hand. || Based on the "ask about your OC and mine to receive a one-shot + small moodboard". Also exploring Eva being scared is super cool. (@evita-shelby)

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“What are we doing here?” Eva asked, her sly and perfectly manicured hands tightly wrapped around the American’s muscular arm as they navigated in the dim light of the damp wine cellar. Warm but feeble lamps were hanging from the concrete ceiling, softly swinging from left and right at each gust of wind, casting their yellowish hue on the walls. The sumptuous witch’s voice was underlined with a palpable annoyance for she didn’t understand why they should waste their time in this shit hole while one of the most expensive parties ever held in Boston was taking place two stories above them. Jack Nelson‘s only reply was a little “shhh” before he walled himself in silence again, his green eyes surveyed his hostile surroundings with great attention. Even though the letter stipulated that their encounter would be peaceful, only aimed at discussing the terms of territory limits, Jack didn’t trust the man for his life of his. While merciless as an enraged bull and sly as a fox, he knew far too well that Luca Changretta, the most efficient soldier of the Spinetta’s family and the one rapidly climbing the Mafia’s highest ranks, wouldn’t shy away at the idea of slicing his throat at the slightest moment of inattention and Jack couldn’t have that. Even less when his mesmerizing wife, as powerful as him but embodying his only weakness, was with him at this moment.

“Jack.” She called him, her tone firmer as to remind him she wasn’t some kind of docile trophy wife but a Queen who could have almost everyone eating from her cursed hand. The sole power of her voice made him oblige — Nelson pinched his scarred lips in a thin line before replying.

“Remember when I told you Changretta wanted to talk? Well, here we are,” His gaze, usually hard and unyielding, softened at the sight of his wife’s expression, which was a combination of surprise and discontent, “I told you to stay at the party.” 

“And I told you I’m not some meek girl. If you are in trouble so I am, and I won't hesitate to make the fucker atone for the sin of thinking about harming you.” She stated, unbreakable and with the fury of a harpy. To this, Jack couldn’t help but grin: if the situation wasn’t so dangerous he would probably have fucked her right here, right now. With every day passing by, Eva’s reactions comforted him in the decision of belonging to her and only her. 

“Let’s stay careful. I don’t know where Changretta is… Might be as well looming in the dark and waiting to attack—“

“Oh. He’s here.”  She cut him off, one brow raised, her face composed but her gift of Clairvoyance unpleasantly rattling against her bones at the unpleasant sight. In a profound, almost animal instinct, She dug her nails into Jack’s thick sleeve as she felt her husband’s entire body tense when his eyes met with what she saw.

Luca Changretta stood against the wall like he belonged there, a tall and slender figure made of shadows. The swinging lamps of the ceiling threw their warm light at his face, bringing out his sharp traits, accentuating the hard line of his jaw, the predatory gleam in his eye, and the charisma he effortlessly exuded. With an air of casual indifference, the Capo was leaning back, his arms loosely crossed — Surprisingly, his posture was rather relaxed, while still bearing something threatening, like a panther that could spring to action in a blink the moment it smelt blood. A toothpick rolled lazily between his teeth as he carefully watched a third man across him, a man tied to a chair, his form broken and pathetic for he had been reduced to little more than a shell of fear and trembling flesh. 

Eva froze, an imaginary alarm ringing relentlessly in her brain as her genius mind quickly put two and two together —no blood on his face or on his ridiculously pricey tailored suit, a rather long distance from the victim: There was someone else. And that someone was responsible for this twisted scene, probably under Luca’s commands, but if so where was that monster?  Jack should have had the same thought for he quickly checked his surroundings to make sure no one had trapped them but, hopefully, there was no one. However, the echoing footsteps of the powerful couple had drawn the mafioso’s attention for a fleeting second. His piercing green gaze, shining in the dim light, flicked to them and paused just long enough to make sure they understood that he saw them—really saw them. Then, a grin slowly spread across his face in a chilling, knowing smile that curled his lips and reached his eyes in a way that was anything but friendly.

“Good evening, Mr.Nelson. I didn’t expect you to come to our little meeting in such a good company.” He finally said, his smooth voice slightly resounding in the cellar as he nodded at Eva’s direction to acknowledge her presence. Enemy but still a gentleman. As unexpected as it was, Luca wasn’t particularly surprised considering how skillfully manipulative and equally dangerous the new Mrs.Nelson was. Another shiver ran down the Mexican beauty, who couldn’t help but shift their focus from Luca to the tied-up victim, sobbing in muffled and exhausted squeals through the cloth that gagged him. She felt it — this presence, this fourth person hidden somewhere with a stare so burning she almost nervously scratched herself to get rid of the sensation. 

“Luca Changretta.” Jack simply said, spitting the name with so much disgust and disdain it seemed he had just taken a bite of a rotten apple, “I didn’t know you would put on a show in a pathetic attempt to scare me.” Jack stated with a raised brow — if his enemy had the slightest idea about who he was, he would surely know that cruelty didn’t impress Jack Nelson for he himself used to inflect it for business purpose. Ironically, what he loved the most was the Italian way.

“If you think all of this is to impress you let me tell you that you’re wrong,” The mafioso waved off the cutting remark with a elegant movement of the hand, “This unfortunate soul betrayed me so I had to make an example out of him. Nothing to do with you.”

That was how the men started to talk and while Eva was aware of it, the rest of their conversation blurred into unintelligible background when she noticed the tied-up man’s sudden agitation. The latter jolted and his breath hitched, muffled behind the ragged and saliva-coated cloth gag stuffed in his mouth. The air suddenly became heavy with a primal, animal fear that suffocated Eva. As her clairvoyant senses urged her to flee, her dark eyes still followed the panicking victim’s gaze until they fell on the slim and rather short frame of a woman. 

“Amore,” Luca called, interrupting his conversation with Jack Nelson due to the annoying noise he heard in the background, “Silence him.” He just ordered in a Sicilian — as a polyglot, Eva understood it — with as many emotions as if he had asked her to close the door, before focusing on his business talk again.  Two words, one command, and the girl moved closer, her steps light, almost graceful, as she entered his line of vision. She was rather small, standing no taller than 5”5, and harmless at first glance with her slender frame and radiant, ever-present smile. But Eva knew more than to trust a smile, especially this one who was nothing but deceptive - a mask to hide the hideous. She had long dark hair that cascaded down her shoulders, framing a cute but bratty face with mismatched eyes — one as dark as night, the other a brilliant, unsettling golden sun — and blood splatters.

“What…” Eva breathed. 

The man’s breathing quickened as she approached, his chest rising and falling in sharp, panicked heaves. He pulled harder at his restraints in a desperate, useless struggle but it only seemed to amuse her. The broken doll-faced woman tilted her head, her smile widening and a look of near delight crossing her face as she took in his terror.  “That’s okay.” She simply said with a fake soothing tone before pulling a sharp knife out and slicing his throat before Eva had the time to bat her eyes. The strong metallic smell of blood came in a wave so strong that Eva took a few steps back with her expensive heels clicking, eyes wide open, and nausea hitting. Jack must have borne witness to the same thing judging by the instant and worried glance he gave to his wife.

“Hm?”  The killer girl said as if she suddenly remembered that other people were in the room. She finally raised her bicolor eyes towards the Mexican beauty and paused, quietly observing Eva’s face whose exquisite color had turned two shades paler with lips parted in shock. The grotesque scene in front of her didn’t make sense — even with blood on her own hands, she could never understand such unleashed cruelty. Such a bright glimmer of pleasure when inflicting pain.  Eva was frozen, but Tina’s reaction to her presence was instant: her bloodied face lit up with gleeful recognition and her wicked grin turned into an innocent smile. She lifted her hand; still dripping with blood, and waved cheerfully.

“Oh, hey!”  She exclaimed in a light and musical voice, as though she'd just bumped into an old friend on the street. There was no malice in her tone, no hint of the brutality she had just shown.

Eva’s heart missed a beat for the first time in a while at the dissonance between her casual, innocent demeanor and the horrors she had just witnessed. It was wrong. Wrong. So fucking wrong, even for her. After all, she wasn’t a good person but she wasn’t…That. 

And “that”  was a whole other level. “That” was the kind of monster who could not be bribed, not be stopped. An abomination that no money nor power could restraint. 

And “that”?

That was Tina. 

tag: @runnning-outof-time, @evita-shelby, @peakyswritings

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Uh oh, I've started watching Sons of Anarchy and I've fallen in love with Chibs

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𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗟 𝗗𝗜𝗫𝗢𝗡 𝗫 𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗

As Daryl and Emily continued their journey through the post-apocalyptic world, they encountered various communities and individuals, each with their own unique struggles and stories. They became trusted allies and pillars of support, offering their skills and knowledge to help others in need.

Daryl, with his expert tracking abilities, became a key asset in scouting and gathering supplies. He would often disappear into the wilderness for days, returning with valuable resources and information about potential threats. His unwavering determination to protect his loved ones and ensure their survival made him a respected leader among his peers.

Emily, on the other hand, used her medical expertise to tend to the wounded and sick. She became a beacon of hope for those in pain, providing comfort and healing in a world filled with suffering. Her gentle touch and compassionate nature earned her the trust and admiration of the communities they encountered.

Together, Daryl and Emily built a reputation as a formidable team. They were known for their unwavering loyalty, their willingness to risk their lives for others, and their ability to bring people together. They believed in the power of unity and community, fostering alliances and encouraging cooperation among different groups.

But amidst the chaos and constant threat of walkers and other dangers, Daryl and Emily never forgot the importance of taking a moment to cherish the simple joys in life. They would often steal moments of respite, relishing in the beauty of a sunset or the sound of birds chirping. These moments of serenity served as reminders of the world they were fighting to protect.

As time went on, Daryl and Emily's love for each other grew stronger. They found strength and comfort in each other's arms, knowing that they were not alone in their struggles. In the face of adversity, their love provided a sense of stability and hope, reminding them of what they were fighting for.

Their journey was not without its challenges and losses. They experienced heartbreak as friends and loved ones fell victim to the horrors of the world they lived in. But through it all, Daryl and Emily remained steadfast, channeling their grief into a renewed determination to make a difference.

Their story continued to unfold, filled with twists and turns, triumphs and sacrifices. But through every trial, Daryl and Emily faced them head-on, their love and resilience guiding them through the darkest of times. They became beacons of hope in a world that often seemed devoid of it.

And so, as their journey continued, Daryl and Emily remained a symbol of strength, love, and the indomitable human spirit. Their story served as a testament to the power of love and the enduring resilience of the human heart, inspiring others to find hope and light in even the most dire circumstances.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗟 𝗗𝗜𝗫𝗢𝗡 𝗫 𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬

Once upon a time, in the post-apocalyptic world overrun by walkers, there lived a fearless survivor named Daryl Dixon. Daryl was known for his exceptional survival skills, his crossbow expertise, and his unwavering loyalty to his group. But amidst the chaos and danger, Daryl found solace and love in the arms of his wife, Emily.

Emily was a strong and resilient woman, just like Daryl. Together, they faced countless challenges, fighting side by side to protect each other and their loved ones. Their bond was unbreakable, serving as a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.

In their humble abode, a small cabin hidden deep within the woods, Daryl and Emily found moments of peace and tranquility. The scent of pine filled the air, and the crackling of the fireplace provided a comforting warmth. It was here that they would often share stories of the world before the outbreak, reminiscing about the simple joys that seemed like a distant memory.

Despite the constant threat of danger, Daryl and Emily never lost their sense of humor. They would often engage in playful banter, teasing each other and finding laughter in the midst of despair. Their love was a source of strength, motivating them to keep pushing forward, even when the odds seemed insurmountable.

One day, while out on a supply run, Daryl and Emily stumbled upon a group of survivors in desperate need of help. Without hesitation, they extended a helping hand, offering their skills and resources to ensure the group's survival. Daryl's expert hunting abilities and Emily's medical knowledge proved invaluable, earning them the respect and gratitude of their newfound allies.

As the days turned into months and the months into years, Daryl and Emily continued to navigate the treacherous world together. They faced heart-wrenching losses and celebrated hard-earned victories. But through it all, their love remained a constant, providing them with the strength to keep fighting for a better tomorrow.

In the end, Daryl and Emily's story is not just one of survival, but of resilience, love, and the unwavering spirit of humanity. Together, they proved that even in the darkest of times, love and companionship can be a beacon of light, guiding us through the most challenging of journeys.

And so, as they faced the uncertain future together, Daryl and Emily held onto each other tightly, ready to face whatever comes their way, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything that stood in their path.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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THE WAY THIS IS A YEAR OLD AHHHHH💔 making me feel old

𝗟𝗜𝗩 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗫 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗦!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝗕𝗜��𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧

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𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗻𝟭 I live for seeing y/n’s comments on liv’s fan edits

𝟴𝟵𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝟮𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗱𝗳𝗮𝗻𝟬𝟲 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 😭

⇣𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝟰𝗲𝘃𝗮 𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉

𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾

𝘆/𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺

𝟮.𝟭𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝘂. 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶 𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁 ♥️

𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗮𝗻 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 ✨

𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗱𝗙𝗮𝗻 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝗇!

⇣ 𝘆/𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

⇣ 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝟩𝖺𝗆 𝗒/𝗇 .

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𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛

Corey Mylchreest x reade𝗋

𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗴𝗵 , 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗮_𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗼 𝟤𝟢 𝗄 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌

𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

⇣𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 😇

⇣ 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝖽𝖾 .

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍

⇣𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇 & 𝖽𝖾𝗆 !

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝖨𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖤𝗅𝖻𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗒 ¿

𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 , 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗮_𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗼 𝟫𝟢𝟢 𝗄 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌

𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 , 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 🤍

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 😩

𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗮_𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗼 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 !

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗂'𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋

⇣𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒

𝗶𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾

𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

[rockerchick05]

𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛

Corey Mylchreest x reade𝗋

𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗴𝗵 , 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗮_𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗼 𝟤𝟢 𝗄 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌

𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

⇣𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 😇

⇣ 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝖽𝖾 .

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍

⇣𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇 & 𝖽𝖾𝗆 !

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝖨𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖤𝗅𝖻𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗒 ¿

𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 , 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗮_𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗼 𝟫𝟢𝟢 𝗄 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌

𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 , 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 🤍

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 😩

𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗮_𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗼 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 !

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗂'𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋

⇣𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒

𝗶𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾

𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗮_𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗼 , 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝟣𝖬 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌

𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀

⇣𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗒/𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍

𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗮_𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗼 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

⇣𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 𝗂𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗎𝗉🫣

⇣ 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗇𝗈

𝘆/𝗻.𝗲𝗹𝗯𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

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omg i thought of a really awesome prompt and i that your execution of it would be absolutely amazing!!

anyways the prompt is booksmart gf!reader x street smart!warren Rojas and what that dynamic would be like. it could be a head cannon or a one shot, whatever your think fits the most!! could it also involve the six and camila? 💕

Notes on a Rockstar and a Bookstore Owner | headcanons

pairing: warren rojas/rhodes x fem! booksmart reader

a/n: heyyy ! i love ur requests sm and I hope I did it justice with these little head canons cause I felt like it fit better than a one shot. also happy djats day!!

tw: kissing, talk about groupies, fluff ?

description: they say that opposites attract, that couldn't be more true when talking about this pair.

You met Warren when he wandered into your LA bookstore in search of a record store. Obviously you didn’t sell music at the bookstore but you still felt intrigued by his presence, someone who was vastly different from the people you usually dated.

You brought down from your little upstairs apartment a few records and got him a cup of tea as you listened to them.

To say the least Warren was surprised by your taste in music, expecting a lot of classical music due to the atmosphere of your store but instead there was a lot of Elvis, The Beatles, Queen, David Bowie and then came the pièce de résistance.

Just as you had both nearly finished off your teas, you put on Aurora and Warren immediately went crazy.

Also can you just imagine that man drinking tea? He would probably want something more like coffee but didn’t want to be rude.

Anyways you didn’t believe him at first until he showed you the record sleeve. And there he was in all his glory, standing in a group with one of your favorite bands.

Of course, you freaked out a little but then agreed to let him borrow some of the records that you had and he didn’t.

The next time that he came to visit, he came deliberately and with some records he thought you would enjoy.

Over the next month or so you both exchanged records and you got him to read more books.

The first time you went to one of the infamous Hollywood parties you basically just stood in place until Warren made his way over to you… with a bunch of groupies.

You obviously had established a relationship as friends but Warren radiated an energy, he was so kind and funny so after that you just declined any and all invitations from Warren to join his boat parties.

Warren was honestly confused on why you didn’t want to come over when you had basically become his best friend but he didn’t push it.

One day he invited you over to band practice at the studio since he knew you had been secretly wishing to go for ages.

You appeared on one of the days that Daisy and Billy seemed to be having one of their good days so the session went pretty well.

The band absolutely loved you, of course they were slightly confused as to why Warren was hanging around a girl who looked like she had just walked out of like a fairytale when he usually brought around models and groupies.

Karen and Daisy adored you and they could see the change that you were inducing in Warren. Not that you had noticed but ever since you had stopped going to Warren’s parties he was having less and less of them as well as going easier on the drugs.

You met Camila for lunch one day through Karen and you instantly hit it off. Julia also loved you and you spent a lot of time around Camila since she had become one of your favorite people.

The moment of your first kiss happened after one of his shows. You had never been to a big concert and were honestly intimidated by all the incredible people around you but just after the band finished their set, you made your way backstage.

There you encased Warren in a huge hug and told him how proud you were of him.

That was when he realized how much of a wonder you truly were. Someone he wanted to call his girlfriend, maybe even his wife someday.

The kiss was akin to shooting stars, like a warm cup of hot chocolate during a thunderstorm.

You both dated for a few years after that, even after the band broke up you still saw Karen and Daisy quite a bit plus Eddie always came to visit the house you guys now owned (you didn’t make him sell the boat by the way).

You both planned out weekly dates, sometimes they consisted of picnics or driving around LA in your car. Sometimes Warren got you to come to huge concerts with him and he would basically have to make sure you didn’t wander off somewhere.

Reading also became a favorite shared activity. Every night before going to bed, if you weren’t doing anything else, you would read your respective books and tell each other your favorite quotes.

Being booksmart and introverted meant that you didn’t get out as much as you would have liked but Warren created a safety bubble that made you interested in finding ways to spend time doing the things he loved.

You still kept the bookstore well into your marriage and even added a little cafe to it. Persephone’s Corner became incredibly popular over the years and you and Warren spent the rest of your years together comfortably.

You had two kids together and Warren got to name them (with your approval of course) after some of your favorite artists and authors. So you had little Emily Rojas as well as John Bowie Rojas (yes they're cheesy but they fit well).

taglist: @pinkdaiisies

[rockerchick05]

𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 - ( 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 ! )

synopsis -> in which an old friend visits you !

warnings -> implied fem!reader, actress!reader, very slight mentions of homophobia !

You wake up to the sound of your doorbell ringing repeatedly, a faint voice yelling outside of your house. “God damn.” You huff, getting out of bed and wrapping your robe around your body, then making your way towards the front door. “What?” You open the door, expecting it to be another reporter. “Hi.” A beautiful girl with ginger hair replies. You open your mouth to say something, when you notice that you recognize her. Daisy Jones, your ex girlfriend, who you had left when you fled to Los Angeles, needing to escape after someone at your high school found out you were dating her. “Daisy?” Your mouth opens slightly, unsure of what to say. “Can I come in?” She asks you. “Yeah, Yes, Of course.” Nodding your head quickly, you open the door more, letting her inside. “You have a lovely house.” She smiles, admiring the large and modern building, wide glass windows letting in the sunlight, with a view of the beach outside. “Thank you, but, Daisy, why are you here?” You sigh, the two of you moving to sit down on the white couch in the living room. “Oh, you’re not happy to see me?” Daisy laughs. Typical Daisy, making jokes to stall from getting to the point. That’s something you never enjoyed. “Just tell me.” You whisper. “Can I stay here, please?” The girl questions you, her eyes widening slightly, causing your body to stiffen. “Did your parents kick you out?” You ask her, concern in your tone, instinctively reaching your hand out to grab her hand. “No, I just had to get out of there.” Tears well up in her eyes, “I don’t have anyone else. Please, can I stay, just for a bit?” She begs. You pause, thinking about it for a second. “Yes, of course.” You pull her in for a hug, “Thank you, so much, (Y/N).” Daisy mumbles into your shoulder.

“Here.” You hand your ex a cup of coffee, placing a plate of pancakes on the small table beside the couch. “Is this all for me? I’m flattered.” She jokes, pretending to fan her body. “Calm down, I just remember how you much you like to eat, especially breakfast.” You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your own drink. “Thank you, though.” She hums, the warmth of the coffee hitting her mouth as she starts drinking it. A moment later, she places her cup down on the table, looking back at you. “I missed you, a lot.” She sighs, you open your mouth to stop her, but she protests. “I wasn’t honest before.” Daisy adds. You raise an eyebrow, feeling anxious at her statement. “I also came here, specifically, to try and fix our relationship.” She continues. “Daisy, there is no relationship between us, not anymore.” You shake your head. Those words hurt her, causing her to look down at the ground, “I think we can get it back, though. We still love each other, I know it. We would have stayed together if it wasn’t for that bitch that told everyone about us, yeah?” Daisy huffs. “I mean, yes, but…I’m an actress now, I constantly have reporters and photographers watching me, desperate for any gossip about me, something to end my career, and start their career.” You explain. “Then, fuck them, you know?! We can keep this a secret, until we’re ready, if we ever are, to reveal it. You can keep following your dreams, I can start following mine, but we’ll do it together, this time.” She urges, gripping onto your hands and shaking them as she speaks. You simply look at her for a while, before ultimately making your decision, “Daisy Jones." You smile. Her eyes widen slightly, anticipating your response. "We’re going to get married someday.” You joke, a laugh escaping your lips, causing Daisy to grin, moving in to kiss you. “Damn right we’re getting married!” She says in the kiss, “Eventually!” You correct her, playfully pointing your finger at her as you back away. “Sure, eventually!” She laughs.

© m1kasawps

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 - ( 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞 ! )

synopsis -> in which billy visits your hotel room to tell you something but ends up helping you instead !

warnings -> reader is in the band, camila and billy aren’t together, descriptions of reader overdosing !

“What are you doing?” Rod sighs, following Billy as he storms down the hotel hallway, heading towards your room. “I’m kicking her out of the band! She’s fucking everything up.” He replies. Truthfully, you aren’t, not really at least. Billy just doesn’t want to admit that he loves you, and seeing you with your new boyfriend makes him feel like shit. “Man, come on, you can’t!” He scoffs. Billy stops walking when he reaches your room, turning back around to face Rod. “Watch me.” His lips fall into a straight line. He turns around and slams on your hotel room door, not receiving a response after a minute. His firm expression falters into concern, so he knocks again. This time, the door opens. However, Billy is greeted by your boyfriend. “What?” The man says, nervously tapping on the other side of the door, his tone hostile. “Where’s (Y/N)?” Billy’s concern grows when your boyfriend refuses to open the door any wider. “Everything’s fine, (Y/N)‘s okay.” He panics, “Now, go.” He adds. “No, open the door.” Billy refuses, slamming his hand on the door. “Get out of here, we’re fine!” Your boyfriend huffs. “Open the fucking door!” Billy yells, forcefully pushing open the door and walking into the hotel room.

“(Y/N)!” Billy repeatedly calls your name as your shitty, now ex, doesn’t bother helping you, instead packing his suitcase to run away. “Somebody help! She’s overdosing! Rod, call 911!” The man finds you lying, unresponsive, on the tile floor of the shower, your makeup running and your hair damp. “Rod! Please!” Billy cries out, your manager picking up the phone and calling a doctor he knows of. “Please, come on, wake up!” He taps your face, trying to get you to wake up, nothing happening. “Baby, please.” He whispers, placing his hands on your face and looking up, tears in his eyes. Moments later, you open your eyes. “It’s you.” You weakly smile, turning your head slightly to look at his face. The man’s eyes widen and he looks down at you, feeling relieved. “I thought I lost you.” He breathes out, moving some hair out of your face, “Nope, I’m still here.” You breathe out, attempting to make light of the situation with a joke. “Someone’s coming, you’ll be okay, just hang on.” Billy reassures you. “Good, yeah.” You nod. “I love you, so fucking much.” He kisses your forehead, then pressing his forehead to yours. You open your mouth to say something, but he stops you, “Shh, it’s okay, we’ll talk once you’re safe.” He whispers.

[rockerchick05]

Hey could you do a story for Eddie where him and femreader preferably get into a fake relationship trying to make Camila and you can pick the band member reader has feelings for jealous and they end up realizing they like each other feel free to shape this however you want and be as creative as possible thank you sm!!!

hi darling, ofc!! i hope u enjoy 💌

ILLICIT AFFAIRS

"You're sleeping with Camila?!" My eyes widen as I ask a little too loud and Eddie's palm quickly meets my mouth.

We're both sitting on my bed, legs crossed, in front of each other. Eddie and I have been friends since before the band even started, so it only makes sense he would trust me enough to tell me this, and it makes even more sense he would ask me to do what he did before confessing his affair.

"Do you want to scream it a little louder?"

He removes his hand and I am quick to apologize. "I'm sorry, it's just I-" I cut myself off as I think what to say next "...She's married." I tell him as if it was breaking news.

"Yes, I know she's married. To an asshole. Don't tell me you're genuinely sorry for him."

I put my arms up in surrender. "I'm not. It's just I don't understand what even is the point in trying to make her jealous."

"You think I do? I have no ideia what the fuck is happening." He holds both of my hands and brings them to his lap, looking sincerely into my eyes. "Please."

I nod my head 'no' reluctantly and roll my eyes, knowing I'm going to agree to it eventually. As I open my mouth to answer, the door opens.

"Hey, sweetcak-" Warren's happy face falls when he meets our sight. He looks between Eddie and I, and his gaze lingers on our intertwined hand several times before Eddie clears his throat.

"Um..I was already leaving..." He scratches the back of his neck. "But..." He looks at me, questioning wether or not I'm up to follow his crazy plan.

I nod several times. "Yeah, yeah, um, yeah, of course." I offer him a knowing smile.

I watch as he closes the door behind him, leaving Warren and I in an uncomfortable silence. He lifts his face, looking into my eyes.

"So...you and Eddie?"

I gulp the truth. "Yeah, yeah. Um, it has been going on for a while, we just hadn't told anyone."

"Cool." His face remains nonchalant and his tone is almost aggressive.

"You needed anything?"

"No, no, it wasn't anything important."

"Alright." I nod repeatedly as I look at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing.

"Anyways, I'm just gonna head back to my room."

"O-okay, sure. Yeah, you do that." I manage out a half smile.

"Don't wanna keep the groupies waiting." He winks at me and grins. My face falls, but he doesn't seem to notice since he's already out the door.

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Warren Rojas: (Shrugs and smiles) I was an asshole when I wanted to. Not that I'm proud of it or anything. It's just, given how the story ended, it's funny to look back at it now. (Pause) Oh, and, for the record —there where no groupies.

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Eddie makes his way to me as I'm about to reach the diner, and his hand meets the small of my back.

"Hello, gorgeous."

I look up at him and smile. "Hi, boyfriend."

We share a laugh as the bell rings and we search for our friend's table. Karen waves once she finds us and we make our way to them.

As we arrive, I am quick to feel everyone's eyes on our hands that rest held between us.

"Oh."

"Well that's new."

"Not really unexpected, huh?" Daisy laughs.

"So you two a thing now?" Camila asks and Eddie turns to look at her, nodding while holding her gaze. "Yeah, yeah we are."

Camila only nods and slowly looks back at her hands that fiddle with each other beneath the table.

We sit down on the booth, which leaves me sandwiched between Warren and Eddie.

The dinner is going perfectly, that is until Eddie pokes my shoulder, making me turn at him. He's holding a fry, signaling me to open my mouth. I obligue with laughter and catch the food between my teeth.

Suddenly, Camila gets up. "I need to grab some air." She walks towards the door and exists, while —almost— everyone else goes back to their food.

"Uh, yeah, I actually might go too. I need a cig." Eddie follows her trail and no one questions it.

I smile to myself while taking another sip out of my coke.

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Camila Álvarez: I don't think keeping secrets and hiding the truth are the same thing. (Pause) That we decided not to talk about our secrets didn't mean we didn't knew what was actually going on. It just meant we were willing to act oblivious to what we knew was the truth. For the sake of it all, I guess.

Graham Dunne: Now that I think about it (Pause) they never came back into the diner that night.

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The night goes on and the band starts making their way back to their houses. That suddenly left Warren and I alone.

"Cute relationship you got going on with Roundtree" Warren drunkenly mentions and laughs to himself.

"Fuck off"

"Or what? You'll call your boyfriend to fuck me up?" His sarcastic remark is followed by a long swing of the beer he's holding by the neck with two fingers.

"Oh, screw you, Warren. Seriously, what is your problem?"

"You are."

"Excuse me?"

"I-" he pauses and takes a deep breath. His hands meet the sides of my face, inching it closer to his'. "It's just I have this weird feeling inside my chest whenever I see you with him. Like I'm choking or something."

"Are you jealous?" I ask with a bit of mockery.

"What, me? Jealous? Of course not. I don't have feelings for you, why would I be jealous?"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really."

"So if I kiss you, that won't change anything?"

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Warren: Your auntie did not play games. Ever.

Y/N L/N: Well, what can I say? It's not like he hadn't had a thing for me for the longest time. (Pause) I also had a thing for him, but never tell him I told you that. To this day, he won't forget that time he signed a fan's chest. That man's ego is still off the roof, even after all this time.

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"If you ki-" I cut him of, pressing our lips together in a quick kiss. As I pull apart, he grabs the back of my head and smashes our lips together once again, this time more intensely.

We pull apart, and his eyes remain closed, like he was taking in the moment.

"So... everything still the same?"

He looks up at me, squinting his eyes in a playful manner. "Fuck you, sweetcakes. I don't think that boyfriend of yours is gonna be happy with what just happened, is he now?"

"Well, that boyfriend of mine is in no place to complain about it."

"There's something else going on, isn't it?"

"Well, I can tell you all about it back at your boat."

He eagerly gets up and holds his arm out for me. I intertwine them as he rapidly leads us out the diner to his car.

[rockerchick05]

One night lover

Warnings: angst, some slight fluff in the beginning tho, mentions of sex ig, slight cursing.

A/N: my 2nd fic and I love Camila! SEND REQUESTS FOR DJATS AND OTHER STUFF!!

Summary: imagine being the one who was there for Camila that night.

"Y/n." Camila whined as she stretched her beautiful soft arm over y/n's body, but they weren't there. 

   "Y/N!" Camila cried out looking for her one night lover. 

   "SORRY, I'M IN THE KITCHEN!" Y/n called back. 

   "What are you doing in the kitchen?"

    "Cooking. Obviously."

     "Why are you cooking?" Camila said in that soft, sinful tone Y/n loves so much.

      "I'm making breakfast in bed. For you." Y/n said as they brought the breakfast on a wood tray into their bedroom where Camila was wrapped up in nothing but y/n's white sheets.

      "Oh. Well that's very kind love, thank you." 

      "Why'd you do that?" Camila asked softly. 

      "Because I thought you needed to be taken care of and I wanted to."

     "Y/n we need to talk."

     "Alright…"

     "How do you feel?" 

     "About what?" Y/n asked, playing a little dumb.

     "About me, about us." Camila said staring directly into y/n's eyes so they would know what she's getting at. "I need to know. Please."

      "I love you Camila." Y/n said with no hesitation knowing that they were going to have to say it one day. 

      "Y/n-" 

      "No, Camila please, I know this was a one time thing and you don't feel the same and that this was probably all to just get back at Billy, but I don't care! I have loved you ever since the 5th grade Camila! and I could have never told you because "I was too young." Or "how do you know what love is?" But it never went away, Cami. IT NEVER WENT AWAY." 

    There was a "brief" moment of silence where the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"I think I should leave." That beautiful brown hair girl said, fighting back tears. 

    "Cami-" 

    "NO- y/n I'm leaving!"

    "Cami, I love you."

    "Y/n this was a mistake." Camila said softly staring y/n in their eyes trying to make y/n understand. "It was a one night, one time thing, and it was great. But it can't happen ever again. I love you y/n, you know that. But not like how you want me too." 

    "Okay. Um- you should go." 

As Camila was about to grab her things and head out the door, she turned back around and grabbed y/n's face and kissed them one last time.

Feeling their body's melt together in the that beautiful last kiss between two was heaven for y/n, but they knew that beautiful brown eyed brown haired girl in front of them would never feel the same. 

It would only ever be a one night one time thing. 

Y/n would only ever be Camila's one night lover.