#camy ahhhhhhhh !!

[vickling27]

Ice cream Time!!<33

@nyx-mrbones-2360 Look the yummy flavors of your baby

yes despite that small size Camy eats a lot UwU

Mr.Bones belongs to @nyx-mrbones-2360 Camellia Belongs to @vickling27(me)

[funeralcity]

CAMI IN A CAMISOLE SO PRETTYYYYYY AHHHHHHHH CUTE!!!!!!!

thats right babygirl

[atomicami]

OMGGGGGG HELLOOOOOO HOLAAA BONJOUR??????? CAMI AND VANNY COLLAB AHHHHHHHH I AM SOOOOO READYYY YALLL ARE GOGGA EAT THAT OUTTTTTT

-🫧 

AHH TYSM BUBBLES!! i’m so excited to drop it this weekend!! 🤗 @whore4abby

(also tell that to vanny too bc she keeps doubting herself and its driving me crazy because her writing EATS)

[camilos-mivida]

The Arranged Marriage

Part Five - El hijo de las Historias Traumáticas

Pairing with Aged-up Camilo Madrigal and Female Reader

Summary: The anticipation of you being in an arranged marriage happened in the soonest, it arrived along with your bestfriend Camilo Madrigal, on his kness and with a ring on his hand, ready to propose. Although everything seems to be well, soon will be all not. Have you ever wondered why you haven't been arranged any earlier than Camilo?

Warnings:

Check the previous and next part in this Masterlist

The breezes were getting cold by each second you that pass by, not to mention that the skies were forming a warm shades already, ready to be settled down.

"Camilo?" You called for the tenth time already.

You were gripping on your scarf as a support for it to cover you.

"CAMILO!" You decided to raise your voice this time...but still no answer. You already might have taken a wrong direction since the one you're following in, is just unending.

"CAMI-ARHHH"

Your feet slipped in a muddy spot and was gonna fall straight to the deep ends.

"Careful"

Someone grabbed you by the waist from behind, right exactly on time for you to slide down completely in the dark.

Your legs trembled seeing the muddy way down the hill, you were breathing heavily as you turned your head to see Camilo, your eyes were frightened by the unfamiliar face that caught you.

"AHHHHHHHH"

Out of fright, you strongly disconnected his grip on your waist for him to let you go, but the consequence is, you fell in the deep muddy slide.

He clicked his tongue as he saw you sliding down to your danger. He walked back and took something that would help him slide down the rope the was on visible if you know it's there, and who on Encanto knows what creation that is.

He took it and secured it on the rope before sliding with his hands held to the thing that was connected in the rope.

His Point Of View

I reached the part where the mud didn't exist, I hid back the cable in the trees and went immediately to inspect the fallen angel from above.

I walked closer as I asked her, "Y/n, are you okay?"

She looked at me, horrified, kind of expected it.

"How do you know my name?" She breathlessly asked, her eyes glowing in fear.

Think, think, think! "It doesn't matter" I responded to her. "Let me help you" I handed my hand to her, she looked petrified looking at my hand.

"No" She retorted, acting brave, how adorable.

I unintentionally gritted my teeth. "I am serious!"

"As am I!" She snapped back, fiesty, much better.

I watched her struggling to get out of the mud, she let out a frustrated groan and rolled her eyes before meeting it to mine.

"Fine"

I held her hand out, soft as I thought it is, I pulled her out. She laid down on the ground after being pulled out, the mud must've gotten down on her.

Her eyes met mine once again, she looks ethereal this way.

"Who. Are. You. And where am I?" She sat up and stared at me sternly.

Your Point Of View

A tall guy was standing right infront of me, might as well say the reason of all the mess I'm in, and lovely speaking on, I would love to clean up myself, but before I'll do all that, I just wanna know how the hell did he know my name. It's not like I've seen him around Encanto.

"In the farthest part of your so called Encanto, darling" He told you.

You were internally disgusted by the name, you'd rather have Carlos tease you all day than for this weird tall living in the farthest of Encanto to call you dar- por dios, I can't even say it.

...did he just say farthest of Encanto?

"Who. Are. You?" You pronounced every word clearly, not thinking of repeating yourself.

You saw him doubted for a second before responding to you.

"I'm Fredrick, darling" He introduced himself and stretched his hand for a shake.

You pushed his hand away as you stood up qith your heavy dirty mud clothes, what in the Encanto's mud is this so heavy!

"Even your name is unattractive, I'll call you Juan" You grunted as you stomped your feet on the grass, removing the itching mud on your bare skin.

"Whatever you're trying to do is only making it worse" He said as he obsereved you.

"Then what do you suggest creepy man in the woods?" You questioned him, crossing your arms with the muddy scarf that fell in with you in the mud.

"I've had enough" Juan started. "First of all, Y/n, I. Have. A. Title. I am the son of the head of the horseman, Colombians soldier-"

Your breathing hitched when the word head of the horseman, a Colombians soldier. All the stories of the eldest people in Encanto had the most terrifying stories that includes them, the corrupted Colombian soldiers, the ones who killed Pedro Madrigal, you'd never thought you would see one in real life and not just in their horrifically traumatic stories. The son of the soldiers were infront of you. 

You're features were now haunted, not a bit of your courage decided to help you, what are you gonna do now.

"How did you get here?" You spoke in an afraid hushed tones, you were to walk a little back from him but you would fall back into the mud you just rose from.

"How did you get here if the mountains of the Encanto were nearly as tall as the heavens you would see once you'll die" Your words were exaggerated, but not in one bit did you care, you wanna know how the trauma passed it's borders.

"Easy" He replied.

"Just a hundred of sacrifices throughout the travel and I am the lucky man who arrived alive" His arms were spread on his side, presenting himself as 'the lucky man alive' as he say he is.

"Oh don't be terrified, it's not like I'm some creppy guy" He declined your forewarned look on him.

"You know my name, you appeared out of no where in the woods, and knowing that I'm a lady alone in the woods and you grabbed me by waist and managed to scare me and causing me to fall on th-this disgusting mud" Your words were dreading as you stared in to the soldier, who was ten steps away from you.

"Well that was exactly what the plain is" Fredrick murmured, having no intentions of you to hear it.

"Let's get you cleaned up" He grabbed your arm, seeing you in discomfort in your muddy state.

"I'm not following you!" You pulled away your hand and stood a few steps back.

"I AM HELPING YOU" He raised his voice, your whimpered turned to a silent cry, your head was down, avoiding any possible contact with him.

He walked towards you.

"It's either you follow me or you'll be left alone to die here-" you flinched when he leaned closer to your side to whisper his next words, "-cause no one would know where you are"

You felt your skin shivered up after he walked ahead, you looked the surroundings you were in, nothing but trees, swamp and everything else that you where not familiarized with. You stared at Frederick's shadow, following it since you had no choice rather than to be lost into this ungodly horrifying place.

"Oh Camilo, where are you?"

We've seen the readers side...but how about Camilo?😬👀

The title translates as The Son of the Traumatic History (if I'm mistaken please do correct me)

Hello helloo!!! I did my research on the soldiers who killed Pedro and this is the least I saw so let's bear with it and make up some titles. Wrote this at three am and somehow this is hard to write...lmao.....anyways

Please do tell me what kind of warnings I should out in here since I'm not really sure what. Thank you in advance!

Thanks for reading this and do correct me for my mistakes and do tell me what you think of this! Thanks for keeping up with this story, I appreciate it! And have a beautiful week! Xx

[duskholland]

So this is just something I thought of and I’m just gonna leave it here in your inbox but um...picture mob!Tom waking you up & going down on you and then his men keep on knocking on the door & so he gets annoyed & walls to the door just in his boxers & says “I’m taking care of my girl. I’ll be with you in a bit” & then comes back & lets you finish before walking back to the door (his mouth drenched) & asks “now what the fuck did you idiots want?” Ahhhhhhhh

– clearing out the askbox: mob!tom edition –

haha. hahahahahahaha. haha. ha......... ooft. || 18+ nsfw content

Tom’s hands are warm as they smooth over your hips, fingertips calloused but gentle. A tired smile finds your lips as you open your eyes, blinking lethargically until your boyfriend drifts into focus.

“Morning, love,” he murmurs, voice raspy. Tom’s suspended above you, his lips dropping down to nip at the base of your neck until you whine. “Have I ever told you how radiant you are in the morning?”

You roll your eyes, shifting your hands to curl into his hair. Tom’s chestnut locks are unruly and scattered, but soft to touch. You use your grip on him to pull his lips to yours, kissing him fondly. 

“Such a gentleman, aren’t you?” You respond. Tom nods, something like pride finding home in his deep warm eyes as he pulls back to kiss your cheek. His hands are still on your hips, drawing large, teasing circles over your skin. “Got something on your mind?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow when you feel the presence of his hardness digging into one of your thighs.

“Maybe.” Tom presses a long, lingering kiss to your lips before pulling away. He winks at you as he slips down the bed, the expensive duvet rustling. “Thought I’d show my gorgeous girl some appreciation this morning.” He pauses at your navel, pushing your silky cami up your stomach so he can press a soft kiss just below your belly button. “Is that alright, sweetheart?”

You hum as his fingers dip down to play with the hem of your panties, acting coy as if you’re not already humming with arousal.

“I suppose that might be nice,” you tease, earning a scoff from Tom. You lift your hips for him, sighing contentedly as Tom pulls your thighs over his shoulders. He presses a long, lingering kiss to your clit that makes you sigh gently.

“I think it might be more than just nice, love,” he murmurs. With his head between your legs and his eyes full of determination, you swear he’s never looked more attractive. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

“Mmm, alright. If you insist-” Your words die out when Tom laps over your clit. Two fingers separate your tender outer lips and you moan, eyelids fluttering shut as his hot tongue drags over your bud. He starts out slowly, alternating between teasing your entrance and smoothing your building arousal over your clit. His tongue moves in cycles, going from slow, wide-pressed laps and more focused, intense kitten-licks that make you cry out.

He works you up easily, knowing your cunt like the back of his hand. When you grow more unsettled, your chest moving in heaving pants, one of Tom’s hands slips up to hold your hips, pressing you back into the mattress. His other moves down, two fingers teasing your entrance, but just as he’s about to push them in, there’s a loud series of knocks at the door. 

Tom ignores the knocks at first, but you feel his concentration shatter. The movements of his mouth are looser, more distracted, and it knocks you off your game too as the sounds continue.

“You should go,” you mutter, clenching your hands into fists for entirely the wrong reasons. There’s a healthy throb between your legs now, and though the prospect of losing Tom and instead having to take care of yourself makes you feel sad, you know, too, that his men wouldn’t dare disturb him so early without a damned good reason.

“Wait right here.” Tom kisses your clit a final time before smoothing his hand over your hips and standing up from the bed. He wipes at his mouth before stumbling towards the door, keeping his eyes on you and winking as you pull the covers back around your figure. “What?” He barks, pulling the bedroom door open just a smidge. You can’t hear the conversation beyond a few hushed tones, but you hear Tom as he grunts out a low, “I don’t fucking care. I’m taking care of my girl. I’ll be with you in a bit.” 

You raise your eyebrows, sitting up on your elbows to watch as Tom forcibly slams the door shut, twisting the lock for good measure. 

“What do they want?” You ask, rubbing your legs together. You’re still buzzing with arousal, and the sight of him striding so purposefully across the room back towards you makes you bite your lower lip. 

“Don’t know,” Tom replies. He slips back into bed, grabbing one of your hands and kissing the back of it as he settles between your legs again. “Whatever it is can wait until I’ve shown my girl a good time.” 

Before you can reply, he’s diving back in, renewed strength behind his movements. Tom’s quick to pick up from where he left off, slipping two of his warm fingers into your cunt and curling them just right. You whimper, feeling your climax begin to build in the pit of your stomach, and your enjoyment only grows more prominent as Tom sucks around your clit, obscene noises of your arousal flooding the air. 

“Tom, shit, shit,” you moan, grabbing fistfuls of his hair with shaky fingers. He makes out with your centre like it’s his one purpose in life, actions focused and perfect, all whilst his fingers hit up against your g-spot again and again. Your eyes roll back as your legs start to shake, and you cry out as he hums against you.

“C’mon, darling, I know you want to come for me. You’re gonna let me feel you, yeah?” When you whimper out an affirmation, Tom hums again. “Let go, darling. That’s it. Get my fingers all wet.”

Your climax sweeps over you in warm, pleasurable waves, drowning you in bliss as you grip Tom’s hair. Your soft moans mix with the sounds of his fingers fucking into you, providing the perfect ambience to the moment as your orgasm stretches out a few, long seconds. As you come down from it, you sigh happily, shifting your hand to cup Tom’s face as he pulls away from your legs, his lips bright red and inflamed.

“Thank you,” you say, breathless. You smile down at him, but it’s quick to drop as there’s another round of knocks at the door.

Tom curses, eyes storming over into deep shades of brown. “Any time, darling,” he soothes. He kisses your shoulder before standing from the bed, pausing to lick off his fingers and shoot you a devious smirk. “Duty calls,” he says, already on his way to the door. His chin glistens with your arousal as he pauses, fingers on the lock. “Love you, angel,” he calls back. He twists the lock, smirk widening. “Love that sweet pussy too.”

And then he’s opening the door and walking out, and all you can think about is the undeniable line of his cock straining against his sweats, and the drenched shimmer of your arousal stained to his chin.

“Now, what the fuck did you idiots want?”

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Riverdale Cast//Is He Real?

Request: Platonic Riverdale cast x female reader one-shot where the Canadian reader plays a Northsider River Vixen and was born in Toronto and has a new boyfriend, and they don’t know anything about him other than that his name is Mitch. They keep trying to talk her into bringing “the famous Mitch” to set so they can meet him, and she eventually caves. When Mitch turns out to be Mitch Marner from the Toronto Maple Leafs, everyone’s just kind of like “wait, YOU’RE Mitch?” I forgot to mention that when the reader brings Mitch Marner to the set, it’s on a day when the show isn’t filming. I wanted everyone to have the day off so he wouldn’t interrupt anything and he’d have lots of time to get to know everyone. Also, the reader never introduces him as her boyfriend. Everyone just kind of clues in when they show up together. I’m the anon who requested the one-shot where the Riverdale cast meets Mitch Marner. If you’re up for it, can you do a cute and fluffy scene of Mitch and the reader on a date after they’ve left the set?

“Vancouver weather sucks.” Lili grumbles while you walk back to your trailers. You, Kj and Lili had just finished filming a scene together and you all had a half an hour break until the next one. It had been raining since you came in and Lili was not happy about it. 

“Hey! Don’t insult Vancouver weather. Y/n was born here!” Kj replies and the two of you roll your eyes. 

“I was born in Toronto, dumb-ass.” You say and he looks confused for a second.

“Oh.” He says, staring at the floor. 

“Anywayyy.” Lili interrupts. “Y/n? How’s the single life treating you.” 

“Alright.” You shrug while avoiding eye contact. 

“What are you hiding from us?” She asks and stands in front of you so you can’t move anywhere.

“...nothing.” You mumbled and her and Kj share a look. 

“Who is it?” Kj asks excitedly. 

“Who’s what?” You reply innocently. 

“Your boyfriend?” Lili asks and you roll your eyes. 

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You say and they both look at you, eyebrows raised and arms crossed. “Fine, I may have a boyfriend.” 

“WHO?!” They both shout and you stare at them. 

“None of your business.” You reply and continue walking. 

“Oh come on. You know who my boyfriend is.” Lili starts. 

“That’s because your boyfriend works with us.” You say sarcastically and she rolls her eyes. 

“Okay, fine. Maybe not the best example. But if Kj ever got a girlfriend he’d tell us.”

“Yea-what do you mean if?” Kj asks and the two of them start to bicker. 

“I would love to stay and watch you try and get out the hole you’re digging for yourself, but I need to go over my lines for the next scene.” You smile at the two of them before walking away. “And I need to text my boyfriend.” You tease and they both swear at you making you laugh. 

The next day you walk into set. The majority of the cast are sat around waiting for scenes to be set up.

“Y/n?!” Jordan shouts from across set. 

“Yeah?” You ask and sit in between Lili and Cami. 

“I heard you had a boyfriend.” He says, a smirk taking over his features. The rest of the cast are now all grinning at you, and you mentally curse Kj and Lili.

“Oh no.” You mumbled. “So what if I do Jordan. You had your chance when we first met.” You tease and he laughs. 

“We all know it was the other way round.” He winks and you snort. “Sooo, when are we going to meet him?” 

“Oh, funny you should ask that because I’ve been thinking, and maybe...never.” You deadpan the end part of your sentence and they all look confused and offended. 

“What do you mean never?” Drew asks and you shrug. 

“Are you ashamed of us?” Cole asks. 

“No.” You shake your head bored. 

“You’re ashamed of him!?” Casey says quickly and you look at him annoyed. 

“No!” You defend, crossing your arms. “He’s just a very busy man, and I’m a very busy woman.” You explain and the room goes quiet. Everyone shares a look, as if they’re having a silent conversation that you’re not part of, before they look back at you.

“Y/n?” Cole asks. 

“Yeah?” 

“Is he real?” 

“Yes!” You shout and throw a cushion at him. He laughs and catches it before putting it behind him. 

“Geez, calm down. I was just making sure. But you know it’s okay to be single right? Kj will tell you.” 

“Dude!” Kj says offended and smacks his head. 

“Can you just tell us his name? Even if its just his first name?” Vanessa asks a lot nicer than the rest of the group. They all look at you expectantly and you roll your eyes. 

“Fine.” You grumble and they smile triumphantly. “His name is Mitch and that’s all I’m saying.” 

“Ooooo.” They all tease and you giggle softly.

“Mitch.” Lili repeats. “Is he cute?” She asks and you giggle. Cole is glaring at her and she’s smiling brightly back at him. 

“Hey!” He says offended. 

“Yes. He’s very cute.” You reply and she nods happily. 

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“And cut! Great job guys, take five.” The director shouts and you and Madelaine walk off set. You both sit down and check your phones. While you were filming Mitch had sent you a text, making you giggle softly and play with the hem of your cheerleading uniform.

“You’re actually acting like a teenager, and the uniform doesn’t help.” She teases and you laugh. “Is that from the famous Mitch?” She peers over your shoulder.

“Yes, it may be.” You reply and move away from her. 

“So, when are we gonna meet him. You have been dating for what, 4 months?” 

“Five and a half actually.” 

“Five and a half months and he hasn’t met your best friends. Hmmm.” She hum and you roll your eyes. 

“Who says you guys are my best friends?” 

“We all know, we are. Soooo, when are you going to introduce us?” 

“Really? You too.” You ask annoyed. 

“We want to meet him. He’s your boyfriend, we need to see if he’s worthy of you.” 

“Worthy of me? Are we in the 19th century?” You ask sarcastically and she laughs. 

“You know what I mean. We’re just excited to meet him.” 

“Are you’s ever gonna shut up about this?” 

“Probably not, no.” She shrugs. 

“Will you if you meet him?” 

“Probably yeah.” She replies, a smile creeping onto her face. 

“Fine.” You eventually cave. “I’ll bring him to set one day. But please be on your best behavior.” 

“Of course.” 

“And tell the rest of them too.” 

“I will.” She smiles brightly at you. “I’ll put it in the chat now!” 

‘guys, i broke her! we’re finally meeting the famous mitch!’

‘what?’

‘when?’ 

‘holy shit’

‘i’m so excited’ 

‘we’re actually gonna see him? in the flesh?’ 

‘ahhhhhhhh!!’

“Jesus Christ.”  

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“Where the hell is she?” Everyone is gathered at the set of Pop’s at 10am. You’re all supposed to be hanging out and decided that this would be the best place to meet so you could decide what to do. Now, it’s 10:22am and everyone is wondering where the hell you are. 

“God knows.” Jordan shrugs. “So, what are we doing today, because I’m super hungry so I’m thinking brunch.” 

“Didn’t you have breakfast before you left?” Vanessa asks. 

“Yeah.” He nods. “But I’m hungry again.” 

“Are you ever not thinking with your stomach?” Drew says sarcastically and he rolls his eyes. 

“Who’s that guy with Y/n?” Madelaine asks, interrupting their conversation. Everyone whips their head’s round to see you walking towards them with a very tall man beside you. 

“Dunno. He looks familiar though.” Charles shrugs. 

“Hey guys!” You smile brightly once your stood in front of them. “Sorry we’re late. Traffic was a nightmare.” You explain. 

“Its fine.” They shrug before turning their attention to the guy stood beside you. 

“He kinda looks like Mitch Marner.” Jordan whispers to Vanessa. 

“Who?” 

“He’s an ice hockey player. For the Toronto Maple Leafs.” 

“Oh.”

“Hi. I’m Mitch.” He extends his arm towards the closest person to him. 

“Kj...wait!” He replies before stopping mid-sentence. “You’re Mitch?” He asks.

“The Mitch?” Lili asks, just to make sure. 

“Yeah, I think.” He nods and wraps an arm around you. “It’s nice to meet you all.” He smiles kindly at everyone and they all introduce themselves. 

“So, you’re the famous Mitch?” Jordan asks and he nods. “Do you know, she didn’t want us to meet you.” 

“Thats not what I sa-” 

“So, I wonder who she was embarrassed by.” Cole adds. “You...or us?” 

“Definitely you guys.” You reply and they look at you offended. 

“Sooo, how did you’s two meet?” Lili asks. 

“At a coffee shop.” Mitch replies with a soft smile. “She was walking out while I was walking in and we bumped into each other, coffee went everywhere.” He laughs. “And then we both said sorry and offered to pay for the others drink.” 

“Awww.” They all cooed. 

“And then I said I’d buy this one if she bought the next.” He finishes and you could see them all practically melting at the story. But to be honest, every time you so much as think of the story, you also melt, so you couldn’t really blame them. 

“What about parents. Have you met her parents? Has she met yours?” Cami asks. 

“Yep.” He smiles. “We’ve met each other’s parents and families, and we’ve all gone away for the weekend together.” 

“So, what attracted you to Y/n?” Madelaine asks. 

“Jesus Christ.” You mutter. 

“Well, apart from the fact that she’s perfect, I was a fan of her before we met, so when I bumped into her I was like ‘holy shit, I’ve just bumped into Y/n Y/l/n.’ and I thought she was gonna be super annoyed but she was so sweet. Like this is a girl that I want to spent my days with, getting to know and going places with. Like she’s gonna improve my life.” 

“Mitch.” You mumble and nudge him gently. A bright blush has taken over your features and your friends are already teasing you. 

“Plus, I’ve always wanted to date a cheerleader.” He adds and you shove him harder.

“Why’d you choose her then? She can barely hold the pom-poms.” Charles asks and you elbow him.

“Shut up.” You mumble and everyone laughs. 

“Aww, babe.” Mitch laughs softly, before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a hug. “I think you’re great.” He murmurs before kissing your head softly. 

“Do you want to marry her?” Kj asks and you blush harder, even though you didn’t think it was possible. 

“Yeah.” He nods. “Some day. She’s the one.” 

“Okay, cool, cool.” He crosses his arms and you roll your eyes. 

“Anybody have any more questions?” Mitch asks. 

“Oh definitely.” They nod. 

“But we’re just trying to think of them.” 

“Are we leaving yet? Or are we gonna stand around here all day?” You ask, trying to distract them. 

“Yeah, I think if we stay here any longer, Jordan’s gonna faint.” Casey teases. 

“Now, where are we going? I mean, if its alright for me to tag along?” He asks, his tone turning nervous. Everyone shares a look and you roll your eyes. They always do this. 

“Yeah of course you can!” They smile. “Bringing her is optional though.” 

“Fuck you Cole.” You swear at him and he laughs. 

“So where are we going?” Madelaine asks. 

“I’m kinda hungry and I know this great diner thats kinda like Pop’s.” Mitch suggests. 

“Never mind her, I think I may be in love with you.” Jordan pushes you out the way and wraps an arm around Mitch’s shoulder, pulling him along. The rest of them fall into step with him, all asking a bunch of questions. Leaving you to trail behind them. 

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By half six everyone has gone home, leaving you and Mitch in the diner alone. 

“You’re friends are fun!” He says cheerily as you share a milkshake. 

“They’re annoying.” You reply with an eye roll making him laugh. 

“They’re fun.” He reassured you. 

“Whatever you say.” You tease and he laughs loudly. “Did you like them?” You ask quietly. 

“Of course! They’re great. I was a little nervous but they’re all so kind. And they all love you so thats a plus point.” 

“I’m glad you liked them. I was really nervous you wouldn’t, or that they would embarrass me or something. But you really like them?” You ask him one more time and he nods, placing a hand softly over yours. 

“Y/n.” He says gently and you look at him. “I loved them. Me, Jordan and Drew are hanging out at the weekend. And I’m planning to hang out with the rest of them too.” He explains and you laugh. 

“Am I being replaced?” You ask sarcastically and he laughs. 

“Not at all. Well, maybe a little.” 

“Shut up.” You giggle and hit his chest softly. 

“Was I supposed to feel that?” He teases and you roll your eyes. 

“Hey!” You reply and hit him a bit harder. 

“...nothing.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his milkshake. 

“You’re the worst.” You grumble and he giggles. 

“No I’m not.” He says and smiles sweetly at you. 

“Yeah, you’re not.” You agree and lean over the table to kiss him. Once you pull away he grabs your hand and squeezes it. 

“Well, it’s no Pop’s but will it do?” He asks and motions to the milkshake in front of you. 

“I suppose so. Only if I’m sharing with you though.” 

“Always.” 

[dicennio]

send this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. keep the game going, make someone smile! ✨💕💕💕❤💖❤💖❤💖

Ahhhhhhhh thank you very much Camy!!! espero tengas un excelente día ✨

[dreamboydongmyeong]

cami im in florida!! i’m going to universal tomorrow djlsbsksbdksbs ahhhhhhhh im so excited!!!

HELL YEAH!!!! get good rest and gET LOTS OF PICTURES ESPECIALLY IN HARRY POTTER WORLD and fi you can try butterbeer plEase do you have to its so good and its hdbshjf its part of the eXPERIENCE (idk what the reides are like there but if the mummy one is the same as cali’s then definitely go on that one too OOF)

[tmarie82]

Together

Pairing: Damien x MC (Camille Park)

Book: Perfect Match

Word Count: ~1,100

Rating:  PG (pure angsty fluff)

Author’s Note:  Like so many in the fandom, I was completely devastated after that horrendous cliffhanger finale in Perfect Match yesterday.  And I seriously needed some resolution in order to be able to move on.  So this little story is something I had to do to help myself cope, and hopefully it will bring some peace to others as well.  

Caveat - the entire first section is completely from the book and the storyline belongs entirely to Pixelberry.  I take no credit, I just needed to borrow it to set the stage.

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“Look how beautiful everything is ... how big.  There is just so much out there in the world.  It’s amazing.”  You admire the vastness of the painting, the feeling of being both infinitely alone while also a part of something bigger than yourself.  You turn your head to Damien and observe him staring expressionless at the painting.  “What does it make you feel?”

He considers the painting, his eyes roaming the image in contemplation.  “The way it makes me feel is just ... indescribable.”  

You feel your heart skip a beat at his last word ... indescribable.  “What did you just say?”  

...

The chilled air brushes across your cheek, in stark contrast to the warmth of Damien’s lips against yours.  He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, his strong grasp holding you tight as if he could never let you go.  Your mouths and tongues dance until you surface, breathless, to gaze up into his eyes.  From the corners of your vision you can see the City of Light surrounding you from all directions, glowing and twinkling from the streets below.

“What do you say we take this back to the hotel?” He says in a low, husky tone that makes you tingle down to your core.  

“No.  I want you here.  Now.”  You state in a seductive whisper, your voice laced with lust and demand.  

Damien looks a little stunned at your request, pulling back to peer deeper into your eyes.  “But ... here?”  His brow furrows in consideration and his lips curl down into a pout.  Then his mouth twitches on one side.

“Why not?  Don’t you want to?”  You tease playfully, standing up on your tiptoes to press your mouth to his again.  As you make contact, you feel a slight shock against your lips and jump back in alarm.  

“What the ...?”  You massage the sting on your sensitive skin, then look back up to him to see him motionless with the same expression on his face.  Brows furrowed, lips curled down in a pout ... twitching on side.  “Damien?”  You cup your hand to his cheek, your digits burying themselves in his flesh ... his rubbery, pliable flesh.  Your hand retracts in alarm.  But as you move away your fingertips pull the skin-like material with them, exposing a skeleton-like maze of metal.

...

“AHHHHHHHH!”  You jolt up with a scream, fists gripping the sheets tightly as if you’re holding on for dear life.  You feel hot and clammy all over, your nightgown clinging to your back and the sheets sticking to your legs.  You try to calm your breathing as you take in your surroundings ...

You’re in your room.  In your apartment in New York.  You sweep your hand across the bed beside you, only to find the sheets cold and his side empty.  You glance at the clock on the nightstand; 3:12am.  Your heart breaks a little more knowing he still isn’t sleeping well either.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed, a chill running up your spine as the cool air tickles the beads of sweat across the back of your neck.  You grab your baggy sweatshirt and pull it over your head before walking down the hallway to the kitchen.  

Damien is sitting at the table, his head in his hands and a glass of rum next to a half empty bottle in front of him.  You pause in the dark hallway, hidden in the shadows as you watch him for a moment.  He sits in silent reflection, eventually picking up the glass and taking a long swig.  He pulls it away from his lips, observing the contents as he swirls the liquid in circular motions in front of his face and then drains the remains in one chug.  He sets the tumbler down delicately on the surface and reaches for the bottle to pour himself another glass.

You step out into the light and place one hand on his shoulder, but he doesn’t look up.  “Couldn’t sleep again?”

He shakes his head while his eyes stay focused in front of him.  “You?”

“Same.”  You pull out the chair beside him and sit, resting your hand on top of his on the table.  “I had that same dream again ... “ but you stop yourself, not wanting to relive it again.  You pick up his glass and take a draw from it, hoping it will help chase the nightmares away.  “You want to talk about it?”

He finally raises his eyes to meet your stare, his face displaying all the exhaustion and sadness lurking beneath the surface.  “I’ve already told you everything that happened. It doesn’t change anything.”  He sighs deeply.  “I just wish we could put this whole thing behind us.  Move on with our lives to happier times.  Make new memories ...”  He looked back down at your hand on his, stroking his thumb over your skin.  

“I know, D.  I wish for that too.”  Your voice falters as your eyes fill with tears.  “But first we have to deal with Eros.  Together.”  His gaze meets yours again, a single tear falling from the corner of his eye.  “Together, right?” you plead, brushing away the tear with a gentle swipe of your thumb.

“Yes.”  He reaches his other hand up to cup your palm against his lips in a soft kiss before holding it against his cheek.  “When I woke up in that dark cell, I was confused and alone.  And I thought you were hurt, or worse ... I thought that I had failed you.”  He exhaled deeply, staring deeply into your eyes.  “And I never want to feel that way again.  I never want to lose you again.  So from now on, it’s you and me, together ... no matter what.”  A faint, reassuring smile surfaces on his lips.  

You can’t fight back the tears any longer, streaming down your face freely as you lean forward and pull his face to meet yours in a deep kiss.  The world fades away, it’s only you and him, the salty taste of your tears mixed with the rum on his tongue.  And for a moment you forget that you were ever apart, ever scared, ever in danger ...

You pull apart and Damien brushes the tears from your face, a look of love and devotion in his eyes.  “We should probably try to get some sleep.”

You nod in response.  “Are you coming too?  Come lay with me?”

He smiles thoughtfully, then grasps your hand as he stands and pulls you with him.  “Of course.  Together, Cami.”  You follow him, your petite hand enclosed in his large one, down the hallway to your room.  You lay down beside him on the bed, his arms wrapped around you as he nuzzles his face against your neck.  You hear his breathing slow and his body relax as he gradually falls asleep.

You lie awake for a while, your mind still wandering. You reflect upon the events over the past few months and say a silent prayer of thanks that the universe has brought this man back to you.  The real Damien, flesh and blood ... holding you close, by your side.  Your friend, your love, your partner.  And for the first time in a while, you feel hopeful for what the future has in store.

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