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queridopascal · 3 years

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I can't stop thinking about these pictures of Javi G and imagining him fingering me at his bday party while I sit on his lap

Oh anon, me too! Javi G owns me already!!!

Warning: 18+, explicit content, fingering (duh), praise kink, one papi in here

His right hand finds the small of your back, smooth and warm, and descends lower, stopping where your skin ends and the silky satin starts and covers your ass. He loves your dress, how it wraps your body and drips down your curves like honey, rich and thick; the slit over your left leg sinful and sexy beyond limits.

You place your hand on his knee in response, your gaze drifting to the other side of the garden for a moment, where people are mingling and dancing with their Champagne glasses in hand.

When your eyes return to him, you smile and lift your hand to comb a loose strand of hair away from his forehead, slicking it back.

Javier looks so good tonight. He always looks good, but with that green suit, blue shirt, and slicked back curls, he looks incredibly handsome.

The hand that was on your back now finds purchase on your hip, pulling you closer to him until your chair hits his own.

“Enjoying the party?” he asks, brown eyes finding yours in the moonlight.

You nod silently as you move your hand from his knee up to his thigh, feeling the muscle there flex involuntarily. His eyes widen in an instant, and you bite your lower lip in anticipation.

He pats his clothed thigh with a knowing smile. “Come here.” he says, his accent now a little bit thicker, just like his voice.

Smirking, you let him help you out of your chair and plop down in his lap, sitting with your bare back pressed against his chest. He tilts his head down and kisses your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your perfume, sweet and citrusy, perfect for Summer nights.

“You ready for the fireworks, mi hermosa?” he whispers in your ear while his left hand finds its way under the slit of your dress and settles at the apex of your exposed thigh.

“Sí, Javi.” you murmur as you turn to face him, inching impossibly closer until you can feel the tension between your mouths.

“Look at the sky, mi amor.” he nods. “The show is about to begin.”

You reluctantly turn your gaze to the pitch black sky, waiting for it to be illuminated with the first sparks of the colorful fireworks.

He kisses your neck again as he waits for the show to kick-off, his lips and tongue leave a delicious wet path along your scented skin, making you giggle. But the sound turns into a gasp when his index finger slides in-between your folds, warm and wet for him.

“No panties, bebé?” he asks, almost growls in your hear.

You get startled by the first firework, its golden light reflecting on Javier’s face. He chuckles at your reaction, and you turn your head to the side to look into his eyes.

He sighs when you clench your thighs together to relieve the ache that bothers you. “Keep quiet and look at the fireworks mi amor, mh?”

You do as he says, but you find it nearly impossible to remain silent when his middle finger teases you there, circling your entrance and gathering the slick that was now pooled there. You move your hips once, and he groans and nibbles on your earlobe in response, causing your eyes to close for a moment as you get lost in the sensation and realize how risky it all is.

It turns you on, drives you crazy the fact that he is touching you while almost two hundred people are there.

But you couldn’t care less.

When you reopen your eyes, the bright silver of a fountain-like firework almost blinds you, and you blink rapidly to alleviate the dazzling sensation; your head spins for a moment, and only then you realize that Javi has inserted his middle finger into your pussy and is pumping it in and out at a slow pace.

“You’re so wet baby.” he mouths just under your ear. “Were you this wet while I was doing my speech?”

You nod frantically and arch your back with a soft moan when he curls his finger, your hands gripping the linen tablecloth and causing an empty glass to fall into Javier’s still immaculate plate.

“Oh bebé,” he murmurs before kissing your cheek. “always so turned on by your papi, aren’t you? Such a good girl, my sweet, gorgeous, good girl.”

You moan again, your pitch a little higher this time, but it gets perfectly hidden by the glittering explosions in the background; his other hand grips your hip and keeps you still in his lap as he increases the pace of his fingers, thrusting them deep into your core until he feels you flutter and clench around his thick digit.

“J—Javi...” you choke out his name as you turn to him, and fireworks explode in your lower belly, too. Your thighs tremble and you grab onto his forearm as he pumps faster, until you come with a silent cry. Your mouth falls open and you look up at him through your eyelashes while your juices drip down the insides of your legs and onto his pants, the blissful expression painted on your face inflating his ego even more.

Javier though has to chuckle for your perfect timing: you came the exact same moment a golden firework reading “JG” exploded into the night sky.

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xshaydx · 7 years

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Champagne Papi photo : @xshaydx

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merakiaes · 4 years

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Bésame Mucho - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader

Requested: By @harringtoncastle

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: Warning for slight OOC-Spooky. Very cute and mushy. This is based around the song “Bésame Mucho” by Andrea Bocelli. You can listen to it here. It’s a really beautiful song so I recommend you listen to it while reading this! Translation of the text is at the end but keep in mind that I’m not a native Spanish speaker so there might be mistakes, and this is my first time writing a song fic so it might be bad xD Not proofread!

Wordcount: 1747

Summary: You’re laying around with Oscar in bed, listening to music together, when your song comes on.

Quiet, relaxing moments were a rare occurring thing for Spooky with the pressure he was living under because of Los Santo and Cuchillos constantly being on his ass, but whenever he did manage to squeeze in one of these moments into his busy schedule, it was always spent with you.

You were tucked into his side where you laid in your shared bed, your head resting on his shoulder and your hand on his chest while his arms were wrapped around you.

In your other hand you held your phone, the wires of your headphones going from the bottom of the mobile device and splitting into two between yours and Oscar’s heads, the two of you having one earbud each plugged into your ears.

Low music was playing from the earbuds, your phone set to shuffle on a random Spotify playlist of Oscar’s choice.

It wasn’t often that moments like this occurred so you treasured them with everything that you had in you.

Your fingers were absentmindedly drawing circles on your boyfriend’s chest, the grey fabric of his t-shirt soft under your touch. His chest was in turn rising and falling at a slow pace, his breath equally as slow and deep.

He was following your example and soothingly caressing your bare upper arm with his thumb, the feeling sending shivers down your spine and making you feel more content than ever.

The song you were currently listening to came to a stop and the next song started, and the sound of guitar strings being plucked in a familiar melodic tune instantly brought a wide smile to your lips.

Bésame Bésame mucho Como si fuera ésta noche La última vez

The words were all too familiar to you at this point in your life and they never failed to make you feel nostalgic and over the moon; like you were on cloud nine.

The memory of that night six years ago automatically resurfaced in your head. Your body grew warm as the feelings you had been feeling back then returned like it had only been yesterday that you had been standing there underneath the dim, blue lights.

And judging by the way Oscar’s thumb had now stopped moving over the skin of your arm, he seemed to have recognized it as well.

As the song continued playing in your ear, you opened your eyes and shifted your head on his chest so that you were able to look at him, smiling.

“It’s our song.” You noted, despite the fact that he already knew. “Do you remember? This was the song that was playing the night we first met.”

The memory in your head played out as clear as a movie, like you were watching it on a flatscreen in high quality right then and there.

The white and red roses were spread out throughout the room, people slow dancing on the dancefloor while the band played on stage.

The room was dark, only dimly lit up by the white and light blue lights in the ceiling as the bride and her groom danced in the middle of the crowd, their loved ones moving in an identical way with their significant others around them.

But you were sitting alone, your third flute of champagne hanging from between your fingers as you scanned the room.

You remembered it so vividly, the feeling of boredom and longing to go home that you had felt in that moment feeling as fresh in your body as ever as you looked back.

And that’s when it had happened.

That’s when you had averted your gaze from the dancing wedding guests and looked to the other side of the room, meeting the pair of deep, brown eyes that you today loved more than life itself for the first time ever.

Beside you, Oscar hummed, his chest vibrating under your hand, and you watched as he droopily opened his eyes.

“I remember, mamas.” He mumbled, his brown eyes meeting yours in real life like they had just done in your memory.

His voice was groggy from not having been used for so long, the two of you having laid in silence for over an hour. Yet neither of you had fallen asleep, enjoying each other’s company too much.

You smiled at him, scanning his face. “I was forced there against my will because Jessica hadn’t found a date, and you were there with Sad Eyes and his ruca. You were wearing a black button-up, grey jeans,-”

“And you were wearing a yellow sundress.” Oscar recalled, his full lips pulling into a smile of his own.

You snorted at that, remembering how mad you had been about being forced to wear that ugly dress.

“Don’t remind me. It was way too small for me and I still can’t believe Jessica forced me to wear it. It did nothing for my figure.” You shook your head, still disappointed after all those years.

But Oscar’s smile only widened and he pushed himself up on his elbow, now leaning over you and moving his hand to the side of your face.

“You looked beautiful.” He corrected, gingerly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Just like you do now.”

A chuckle left your lips. “Well, I must have.” You teased, squinting your eyes playfully and raising your hand to touch the Santos cross inked into the skin on his neck. “Because I don’t think the infamous Spooky would have asked me to dance if I hadn’t.”

The memory changed in your mind, taking you back to when Oscar had walked up to you and asked for your hand in a dance.

You had only been eighteen at the time but he had already been jumped into the Santos a long time prior to that moment, and you were… well, let’s just say that you weren’t the fondest of human interaction, so neither of you had any experience when it came to dancing.

But still, you had taken his hand without as much as a single doubt in your mind, and you hadn’t regretted it once.

Bésame, Bésame mucho Como si fuera ésta noche La última vez

“I think back to that moment every day. Every time we kiss, I kiss you like it’s our last moment together.” Oscar’s face was concentrated, his fingers absentmindedly touching your face, his eyes following their movements as he listened to the lyrics and reminisced the past.

His words caused your eyebrows to crease together, your hands moving up to cradle his face. “You don’t have to think like that.” You mumbled, shaking your head. “I’m not going anywhere, papi.”

The fact that he would even think about you leaving him made your heart tug painfully in your chest. You could be threatened to be killed, be held under gun- or knifepoint, and you still wouldn’t even consider leaving his side.

But you understood his worries. All of the people he had loved throughout his life had ended up leaving him in one way or another.

He knew that you loved him, but he would always be scared that history would be repeated with you like it had been with everyone else.

Bésame, Bésame mucho Que tengo miedo a perderte Perderte después

“I know you’re not.” He agreed, continuing to look down at you with nothing but pure, raw admiration. “But I’m scared. I’m scared that I’ll fuck this up like I’ve done everything else in my life.”

He closed his eyes, leaning closer to your face and pressing his forehead against yours. “I know this shit between us is real, but it still feels like I’m dreaming.” The confession brought another tug at your heart. “Like you’re gonna disappear if I open my eyes; if I let you go.”

Quiero tenerte muy cerca Mirarme en tus ojos Verte junto a mi Piensa que tal vez mañana Yo ya estaré lejos, Muy lejos de ti

“I’m scared that I’ll get caught up in this shit too deep, that I’ll-” He let out a breath of air through his nose, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment. “That I’ll have to leave to keep you safe and never get to see you again. Never get to look into your eyes and see the reflection of the man you make me. A better man.”

“You’re a good man all on your own, baby.” You quickly objected, holding his cheeks with just a tad bit more force in your hands. “You don’t need me for that.”

“I do.” He kept fighting back, his eyes narrowing to the point where you could only see his dark eyelashes, his brown irises hidden behind them. “You don’t just make me better. You want me want to be better. Without you, I would have been dead a long time ago.”

Bésame, Bésame mucho Como si fuera ésta noche La última vez

“Then kiss me like this is our last moment together.” You said, your eyebrows furrowing together. “Kiss me as if tomorrow, we’ll be on opposite sides of the planet, surrounded by other people and with no way for you to tell me you love me. Kiss me. Kiss me as if it’s the last time.”

He stared into your eyes and just for the briefest of times, the world seemed to stop around you. The moment between a glance and a kiss where the only thing between you was the intense affection and the anticipation of each other’s lips on yours.

It was a moment so intense it hung in the air and pulled you closer, and then he did.

He kissed you like he was drowning and you were his air, like he was starved, like he hadn’t eaten or drank in two weeks and you were the only thing keeping him alive.

He put his hands on either side of your face, the room fell away around you and you had never gotten so lost in a kiss before.

The space between you exploded, your heart kept missing beats and your hands couldn’t bring him close enough to you.

One of his hands left your face to tug the headphones out of your ears just as the song came to an end, and you allowed him to grab them and your phone and put them somewhere to the side without ever breaking the kiss.

You were intoxicated by the feel of his arms around you and his lips moving against yours in perfect synchronization.

Slowly, he began to unwrap you; your mind, your heart, your soul. He hadn’t gotten to your clothes yet, but you knew he would, because he just kept kissing you more, truly as if it was for the last time.

Bésame.

TRANSLATIONS:

Bésame, Bésame mucho Como si fuera ésta noche La última vez // Kiss me Kiss me a lot As if it were tonight The last time

Bésame Bésame mucho Que tengo miedo a perderte Perderte después // Kiss me Kiss me a lot For I am afraid to lose you To lose you afterwards

Quiero tenerte muy cerca Mirarme en tus ojos Verte junto a mi Piensa que tal vez mañana Yo ya estaré lejos, Muy lejos de ti // I want to have you very close Look in your eyes See you next to me Think that maybe tomorrow I will be far away Far away from you

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ben-hardy-jones · 5 years

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Keep it secret

Author: @ben-hardy-jones

Pairing: Billy x fem!reader

Warnings: slightly smutty, mild gore (description of blood)

Song: War Of Hearts by Ruelle

Word count: 4.000ish

Summary: Reader, aka Eight, always felt a certain way about Four and it was mutual. After Turgistan, the tension escalated quickly. But will they be able to keep their hands to themselves and their relationship a secret? It was already enough that Two and Three were together and you weren’t sure how One would react to another couple.

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A/N: Dedicated to @valentina15. I loved writing this so much. Thank you for your request because I wouldn’t be able to come up with something like that at all. I hope you like it!

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Meeting One was one of the most terrifying yet freeing moments you've ever experienced. When he proposed to make you free of your previous life, it was hard to decline. Two months later, you found yourself in Turgistan on a luxury yacht of Turgistan's dictator that was about to sink. When you successfully got rid of Rovach Alimov and his democracy-loving brother Murat became the new president, that's when you found yourself in bed with no other than Billy, better known as Four.

It all started during the planning of the mission. Ever since you met him, there was no denying your attraction towards each other but as you were told by One, the leader, any kind of intimacy was strictly forbidden between any of you. There were occasional touches, Four brushing his fingers against your hip whenever he would walk past you or you gently nudging his hand with yours. However, you kept it at that. Nor you nor Four tried to go any further.

That was until Two and Three's secret about fucking each other since Vegas was exposed. After that, you decided to throw all barriers to the side. So after your return from Turgistan, you visited Billy's trailer. It was supposed to be just an innocent confession of your attraction towards him. You were sure he felt the same way. Still, you didn't plan on finding yourself in his bed that night. His arms gripping your hips as he thrust inside you, your moans so loud he was forced to cover your mouth with his palm.

Waking up in his arms, surrounded by his scent and warmth, was something you got easily used to. However, you agreed to keep it a secret. Mostly because One was barely okay with Two and Three being together and you weren't sure how he would react to another couple in the team.

Keeping it strictly confidential wasn't the easiest task. You tried your best not to stare at Billy any time he was near. It was hard for you. The light green color of his eyes reminded you of leaves hit by sunlight in summer, the plumpness of his pinkish lips and those cute little freckles splattered across the bridge of his nose that you didn't know about until his face was less than two inches away from yours made it a great effort not to look at. He looked like a masterpiece that belonged to the museum. And he was all yours.

Billy wasn't making it easy either. Whenever you were close enough, he wouldn't waste a second and he'd touch you everywhere he could reach. The very next day after your first time, he kept on touching you anywhere he as able to. That escalated quickly after just a week.

You two were like some kind of horny teenagers. Any time you two were alone, soon enough you were naked, bodies grinding against each other as he made you moan his name repeatedly. It didn't matter where. You remembered that one time when you went to a near-abandoned skateboard park to see him. Billy would always go there to clear his head, practice his skateboarding skills and keep himself in shape.

This time, with you sitting on the edge of one of the ramps, he didn't care about his skateboard. Just few minutes after you came to watch him out of boredom, his lips were already on yours, his hands squeezing your naked thighs only hidden underneath a simple beige skirt.

"Billy," you moaned his name between the kisses as his fingers worked on you with your underwear nonchalantly thrown on his black skateboard. Rolling your shirt up to expose the fabric of your bra, he planted wet kisses on the newly visible cleavage. His kisses were aiming lower and lower until he reached the place you craved his attention the most.

He let you be as loud as you pleased. You were alone and completely careless of the fact that if one of the ghosts decided to come near the skateboard park, his head between your legs with your fingers tightly gripping his hair, his hand palming your breast, your back arching in pleasure, and his name leaving your lips would be the first thing they'd see or hear.

Next week, you were on a plane to the Vatican. A group of people were about to assassinate the current pope and One was ready to get rid of the threat before it was too late. Sitting next to Billy, his hand was resting on your upper thigh, maybe too high, but nobody seemed to notice it. No matter how many times you told him to keep his hands to himself around the others, he became more and more frequent with his touching.

Feeling the tension growing between you two, you looked around. Two and Three were sitting in front of you with their backs towards you, Seven was in the pilot's cabin with One and Five seemed to be way too interested in one of her medical books to notice what you were about to do.

Billy was looking out of the window and didn't notice you either. Biting your lip to hide the grin, you placed your hand straight on his bulge. He jumped out in surprise.

"Y/N," he breathed out. His brows were raised as he looked at you, silently saying Are you serious? with his eyes.

"Two can play this game."

"No, love, she can't," he smiled. Squeezing him, you felt his cock twitch as he sighed.

"That's not what I meant."

"Someone will see us."

"Two and Three are way into each other and Five forgot about the rest of the world the moment she started reading that crap," you motioned towards her with your head, your eyes never leaving Billy's wide ones.

Gently, you started to massage him. He swallowed, letting you. Unfortunately, too soon One's voice interrupted you, informing all of you that you will be landing soon.

You pulled away but not before planting a swift kiss on the corner of his lips. Five looked at you as you passed her, a look in her eyes that made you question if she heard or saw something. Not saying anything, you made your way towards one of the cars parked nearby, Billy right behind you with One and Seven occupying the vehicle as well.

The ride seemed to be going on forever as you sat by the left window, watching the beautiful architecture Rome was offering. You could feel Billy's eyes you, occasionally stealing a look at you.

It was close to one in the morning when you finally arrived at the cheapest, dirtiest two-floor motel anyone could ever imagine. Parking in front of the building, everyone left the car and One went straight to the reception.

Billy's shoulder brushed yours, his hand quickly landing on your bottom as he stopped next to you, watching incoming One.

"Okay, listen, guys," he announced, bringing everyone's attention to him, "there are four rooms with only double beds available for us. I'll be in 37, Two and Eight in 42, Three and Four in 49 and Five with Seven in 56. All rooms are on the ground floor. Everyone will be right here," One pointed at the ground to make a point, "at seven am sharp."

"I want to be solo," Five folded her arms in front of her chest, staring deadly at One.

"You're sharing with Seven," One tried to dismiss Five but her stare made him shiver. After a silent minute of their staredown, One gave up.

"Whatever, Five's in 56 alone and I'll share with Seven in 37 then," he rolled his eyes, throwing her the keys. Five walked off with a proud smile.

"I don't wanna share a room with Four, papi, nor one bed," Three started, making One throw his head back dramatically with an exaggerated sigh.

"Don't start now, Three. I'm not giving you a room with Two. It's enough that you're fucking loud enough in California, I'm not letting you disturb my sleep tonight," he came closer to Three with an angry expression, "you are sharing a room with Four while Two sleeps in one bed with Eight."

"You let Five have her way," Three remarked, the rest of you just standing there watching curiously.

"I have a feeling someone's gonna get killed soon," you whispered towards Billy whose hand was still on your bottom while both of you faced the others. He only nodded.

"No. End of discussion," One raised his voice slightly, still trying not to bring any attention to the group. With that, he threw one pair of keys to you and the other to Billy and motioned Seven to follow him to their shared room.

"Fucking feminist," Three shook his head.

"C'mon man, I guarantee you I'm not that bad of a bedmate," Billy joked, wiggling his browns as he and Three made their way towards their room, leaving you and Two alone.

"Sometimes I really want to shoot someone," Two rolled her eyes and picked up her bags.

"One or Three?"

"All of them."

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"Camille, did I leave my shorts on the bed?" putting your hair in a ponytail, you left the bathroom only in a slightly oversized shirt and underwear, searching for the missing shorts.

"Don't see them," the blonde replied, reading a magazine while laying on her stomach on the bed.

"How could you when you don't look," you mumbled.

Looking around, you couldn't find them anywhere. Someone knocked on the door, making you and Two jump up, guns that were previously lying around now ready to fire.

She opened the door only to be greeted by a sleek looking Three in a black button-up and a glass of champagne in his hand, a flirtatious smile on his bearded face.

"We're having a date?" you asked, taking the champagne from his hand.

"Oh, champagne delamotte," you read in a fake French accent, Two rolling her eyes at you, "sounds fancy. I like it."

"That," Three ripped the bottle from you, "is not for you, ocho," his eyes sliding down your body, realizing how underdressed you were, "but you can stay if you want."

"What do you mean by 'if you want'?" you put your hands on your hips, "I'm sleeping here tonight."

"No, you're not," Two stood between you two, her back towards Three.

An exaggerated gasp left your lips. Two took the bottle from Three, gripping your shoulder and leading you towards the door.

"Wait, I still don't have my shorts," you protested but it was to no avail. Two smiled gently at you in the doors before closing them and locking them.

"Traitor," you whispered. Instantly, you pushed the shirt more down in an attempt to cover yourself from any possible passersby.

"Guys, seriously," you banged on the doors, hearing their voices, "where am I supposed to go?"

"You always find yourself a solution, Y/N. Good luck," Three said, his voice muffled by the doors.

Throwing your arms in the air, you turned around. It was deep in the night. Nobody seemed to be near. Cars of all brands and colors were parked in front of the motel, suggesting the place was nearly or fully booked. It didn't take you long to come up with a plan. Flipping a bird at the doors, you went to the room 7 doors away from you.

Knocking at the red doors, you held your shirt down as you waited for him to open. Billy was still very much awake, dressed in a simple white shirt and black Adidas pants. His wet hair indicated he took a shower recently, the smell of cheap motel soap enveloping you as he looked you up and down and raised his eyebrows, seeing you in only a shirt.

"I was forced out of my room," you stated, "and have nowhere to sleep."

"Three mentioned something about screwing One's dumb rules," Billy wondered out loud, stepping to the side, "come on in, love."

You entered the room that looked exactly like yours, just slightly less messy. The doors clicked, Billy locking them and putting a gun he had hidden behind his elasticated waist on the small table next to him.

"Aren't you cold in that?" he furrowed his brows, eyes fixed on your legs, a look of worry mixed with awe on his freshly shaven face.

"If Three let me put on my shorts, I wouldn't be cold."

Billy walked pass you, grasping a pair of plain black pants he had ready for tomorrow.

"Here," he crouched down in front of you, "these should keep you warm."

Letting him dress you, you stepped into one leg at the time. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders as he put the pants on you and tied them. The close proximity of his warm body mere inch from you made your own body tingle. His hands stayed on your hips. His eyes bored into yours, your lips parting. Billy's eyes slid down to them as he licked his own lips. His right hand moved upwards to cup your face and you automatically leaned into him.

It felt like hours passed as you just stared at each other in silence, heart beating so fast you thought it'll jump out of your chest.

"Can you just kiss me already?" you breathed out.

Billy's lips curled up in a smug smile. Next second, his lips were on yours as his tongue immediately slid inside your mouth. Putting your hands on his brawny chest, you could feel his muscles contracting underneath your touch. Pushing forward, he was soon sitting on the double bed, your legs on either side of his thighs as you sat on him comfortably. You circled your hips, pushing yourself onto his hardening groin and at the same time, you started to nibble on the skin under his jawline, careful not to leave a mark. Billy groaned.

His hands frantically fumbled with the knot on your pants he created just moments ago.

"Why giving me pants when you're gonna be taking them off within a few minutes?" you smiled, your lips still touching his flesh. A growl erupted from his throat alongside your name.

After a small number of failed attempts, Billy finally managed to get the knot loose. His hands grabbed your hips and he easily threw you further onto the bed and on your back. Your pants were off of you in seconds, Billy's lips on yours instantly afterwards. His hips pushed your legs more apart as he settled between them, thrusting against you.

"Fuck, Billy," you could feel yourself getting more and more ready for him and he didn't even touch you properly yet. Being the sadistic bastard he was, he teased you to the fullest before submitting to the awaiting pleasure.

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Turning around the corner, you shot the first man that appeared in front of you, the other falling down with a headshot by Seven, and took the outside stairs. You cursed underneath your breath at the horrendous choice of clothing as you had to take the stairs in a little black dress with a fully sheer side. It was extremely questionable why One put Three in charge of today's clothing for the gala as Three was the worst outfit picker, let alone nightgowns for women.

"Eight for Four," you whispered into the earpiece firmly put inside your right ear, masked with your hair pinned to the side.

"Yeah?" Billy responded, his voice soothing, making you slightly less nervous. It was already a stupid idea of One's to send you to the bad guy's room alone, only with Four as a backup. You hated it but apparently, only women were allowed to the upper floor because of reasons. Five wasn't a fighter which made her unavailable immediately while Two and Three were supposed to take care of the guards outside the mansion. So it was only you left as a choice.

"I'm almost there, where are you?"

"Right 'bove you."

A shriek left your lips as he landed next to you. He had to cover your mouth quickly, putting a finger on his lips before showing you a cheeky smile.

"What was that?" One's angry voice echoed in your earpiece, "Eight, I swear if you fucking sabotage this mission."

"Everything's fine, boss," Four answered without delay. He wiggled his eyebrow playfully. Gripping his machine pistol, he turned to the doors and gently nudged you behind him. You both got ready.

"I see four people including out target inside," Seven's voice was heard in your earpieces, "but the glass is bulletproof so it's all on you two, guys. Can't help you there."

You nodded, knowing Seven was watching through his scope. Billy looked at you reassuringly, his hand swiftly squeezing yours. Taking a deep breath it, you watched Billy kick the doors open.

The bodyguards began shouting in Italian instantly but you didn't understand nor cared. Instantaneously, you fired your first two shots, hitting the nearest dark-skinned bald man in the arm before firing again and shooting him in the neck. His body fell to the ground with a thud, revealing your target hiding behind his robust body.

It all felt like you were in slow motion. Turning your head to the side, you saw another beefy man on the ground with his face completely destroyed by Billy's bullets.

Feeling the air thicken, you saw a movement. The target lunged at you, his arms extended towards your gun. The training kicked in, your body going into instant combat mode. Stepping to the side, you kicked his knee. He grunted and turned to you with an angry snarl. Without a second thought, you hit him in the face with the back of your gun before kicking him right in his groin with all the power you could gather.

The target stumbled backwards, stumbling over the dead body of his bodyguard. He fell backwards, hitting the back of his head against a table in the process. His unconscious body landed on the ground.

"No, no, no, no," you whispered, feeling your heart racing as you came to his body and checked for the pulse, "don't be dead. If you're dead, I'm dead dead too."

A sigh left your lips covered in bright red lipstick as you felt his pulse beating strongly. He was still alive.

A grunt echoed through the room. Billy was still fighting with the last bodyguard, his pistol thrown on the other side of the room. The man was huge, at least 6'5 tall and weirdly enough, he resembled a bigger version of Jason Momoa.

Billy was holding up surprisingly well. Ever since he got his ass kicked in both Hong Kong and Turgistan, he trained daily to be better. And it paid off. Using his parkour skills, he swiftly moved between his punches. It looked like he was actually dancing.

His face, on the other hand, was evidently not doing that well. His lip was busted, blood slowly oozing from the crack as well as from a small laceration under his left eye, right on his prominent cheekbone that you were so jealous of.

Even in the state of being quite badly beaten, you found Billy extremely attractive. His moves stayed fluent, deliberated.

You could see him avoiding using his left hand, indicating he was hurt more than you could see at the moment. Raising your gun, you aimed at the man's head, praying to all the gods he would not move fast enough.

The bullet left the muzzle with a bang, ending in the guy's left temple. His blood splattered across Billy's cheek and neck as well as the near wall, painting the white walls crimson red.

He stood still for a second, looking at the body before turning his wide eyes towards you. Billy's chest was rapidly going up and down, his breathing loud.

"You could've killed me," he walked over to you, lips parted, and looked at the target's unconscious body over your head as his chest came in contact with yours. Billy's hands went to your elbows, steadying your subtle shaking.

"He could've too," you whispered, placing your gun on the table next to you before grabbing his hand and looking at the angry looking bruises forming around his wrist.

"I think it's broken. Five will know for sure."

Looking up, your eyes followed every inch of his face. His eyes never left yours. He stood close to you. Warm tingle settled in your tummy as you wiped away the blood from his chin, careful not to touch his wounded lip. You bit your own lip and felt your cheeks turning pink.

"Sorry, I think I'm turned on," you muttered, trying to put a distance between you and Billy but he caught you by your wrist, holding you still.

"You're turned on by me having my ass handed to me?"

"Maybe?"

In that very moment, when you looked up to him, the blush on your cheeks and your wide eyes, he felt his heart stop. Forgetting about the world, he smashed his lips against yours, groaning slightly at the burning pain in his wounded lip.

"You're hurt," you tried pulling away but it was unsuccessful. Billy held you close, completely ignoring the protests his body was giving him as he overlooked his broken wrist and beaten face.

"Don't care."

Still trying to pull away, his lips followed yours as you bent slightly backwards. That was when you realized there was no point in protesting. This man was not going to give up.

Relaxing your body, letting it melt into his, Billy took the lead and put you on the table right next to your gun. Opening your legs as much as your dress allowed you, he was still not able to step between them. A growl left his mouth as he took the hem of your dress, pulling it upwards until it was around your hips, your underwear completely exposed to anyone as he finally stepped between your legs. His hands stayed on your thighs.

You could feel the blood on his lips as he moved his mouth down, kissing your jawline before moving towards your ear. You were completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you, tilting your head back. So lost you didn't hear One the first time.

"I said," his voice was louder now, "what the fuck is going on?"

Eyes wide, you pushed Billy away and jumped off the table, speedily pulling your dress down. One was standing in the doors with Two and Three on each side. Five and Seven were nowhere to be seen. Three was strongly trying not to laugh as Two had the same expression she always had but you knew she was amused as well.

On the other hand, One was furious. His face reddened as he walked towards the target who was slowly and quietly trying to crawl away which you also didn't notice.

"Look, boss," Billy took a step towards One but was stopped when he raised his hand, aiming his gun at Billy.

"Don't," he grabbed the target, pulling him on his feet and putting his gun back at the holster, "you have a lot of explaining to do but right now, we have more important things to take care of."

There was no doubt your face was red as a tomato as One left the room with your target, Three laughing as he followed him.

Two looked at Billy and then at you.

"You have a little blood and lipstick on your face," she motioned to her jawline, showing you where you were dirty before turning away and following the rest of the group.

"This is gonna be a long night," Billy announced, biting his cheek.

"Tell me about it," you breathed out and began following the group with Billy by your side, slightly terrified about what was to come.

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thirstyandbeautiful · 4 years

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If you're still looking for Aussie Daddies ideas: the wedding night.

Laid out on a bed wherever they chose to have the honeymoon. Purest white lingerie, hair fanning out on the pillows, they walk in with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. Daddy and Papi are still mostly in their suits, but the shirts are unbuttoned, jackets waistcoats and ties long gone. One last toast to the marriage and then the fun begins...

Perfect opportunity to have both of them in the kitty because it's not fair on the wedding night for one of them to go first.

Ohhhh remember how I made the super long drabble about getting together? I should make a super long drabble about them getting married 👀

#what do my hoes think #any other ideas? this is idea 3 #submit your prompts for Aussie daddies #btw these will probably be in the mafia au #w #hoe fairy #dr #mi #aussie daddies

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maisondenachtai · 5 years

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Oscar Darling (2/??)

Paring: Chris Evans x Black Female Reader (but honestly everyone can read it) Previous Chapter

summary: a man will do seriously desperate things to get what he wants. (author’s note: ....I seriously don’t think chris would do this. This is not Chris behavior...but this is fiction...and I love it. Okay read!)

taglist: @chaneajoyyy

Like Peter to Jesus in the bible, you denied him three times.

The first time came four days after he messaged you the first time, after you stewed over the fact that Chris Evans was messaging you and that everything in your body told you that you would be committing a crime if you told him no.

The second time came two days after that, and you didn’t feel so horrible about it that time. In fact it was kind of flattering that a man would want to go to dinner with you that bad.

The third time was completely satisfying, not only had you denied him but he had sent with his request a picture of him and his dog with the caption, ‘Dodger would really like it if you had dinner with me.’

You replied, and you felt so badass for it:

I hate to let Dodger down, since he is a good boy, but I must decline. Please tell Dodger that my people will send his people (i.e: you) the best doggie treats for such a good boy.

It made you feel even better when on Twitter, Chris put up a simple picture of your doggie treat basket with the caption,

Dodger gets more love than I do.

You were walking on the moon, if you weren’t afraid of looking a fool you would walk down the street like Tobey McGuire in Spiderman 3. Not only had Chasity and the PR team spun your little drunken tirade into relatable gold, but you had gained an endorsement deal with a dating app. You were making bank because you were a drunken mess, and isn’t that everyone’s dream?

You stuck a spoonful of cookies and cream ice cream in your mouth as you strutted around your apartment. Your best friend Diana was watching you with amusement as she absentmindedly thumbed through an Ebony Magazine that you were on the cover of.

“I can’t believe you’re so happy that you denied Chris Evans.” Diana’s eyes followed you as you went over and kissed your Oscar and then flopped out on your couch.

“It’s not that I’m happy about that…but it’s the fact that I could do it Diana.” You said looking up at the ceiling. “Like…I made it. I won an Oscar, I’m turning down dates from hot guys. I have endorsement deals, I’m on the cover-

“Wait.” Diana put the magazine down and stood up crossing from the dining room to your living room. “You said guys…plural. Who else have you turned down?”

You sat up, “Seriously, I said all of that and all you got was the ‘guys’ part?”

“Stop changing the damn subject. Who else?”

You smirked, “Well, I might have gotten a call from Drake.”

“DRAKE?” Diana said mimicking Soulja Boy. “Champagne Papi? 6god? Jimmy in the wheelchair?”

“Yeah all three. He invited me to cheesecake…you know he loves to go there.” You joked and then laughed at your own corniness. “But I said no. I mean, he’s cute and all…but no thanks. I don’t want to be the girl in Hollywood that just dates everybody.”

Diana rolled her eyes, “Plus you like the attention.”

You grinned, “It is nice.” Your phone dinged, and then dinged again. Then there were several dings. Even Diana’s phone started to ding. Your mood dropped. What could it be now? What did you do this time? Was Rose McGowan finally calling you out for your attempted sexual harassment of Chris Evans?

Before you could even grab your phone, Diana was already laughing slightly.

“What?” You looked over at her.

“You might want to check out Facebook. …oh and put some pants on, maybe.” Diana smiled.

“Wait what?” You pulled out your phone and clicked on Facebook where you were tagged in a live story by none other than Chris Evans.

He, in all his bearded glory, was in a hallway that looked quite familiar and smiling brightly.

“Hey guys, just wanted to let you know some updates about my day. First off, my beard is coming in nicely, thank you for noticing. Also, Dodger is well and loved the treat basket that he got so much that he wanted to thank the girl that sent it to him in person. Isn’t that right Dodger?” Chris kneeled down to get Dodger in the frame and on cue Dodger barked and licked his phone.

The bark echoed loudly, too loudly.

“Oh my fucking god, he’s in my hallway.” You stood up, in just your panties, ice cream on your face and shirt.

“No shit Sherlock.” Diana smirked at you.

“Guys wish Dodger luck, he’s totally nervous about meeting her. He’s been waiting for a long while…like since Oscar weekend.” He smirked in the camera, but you wouldn’t know because you were rushing around your apartment like a mad man trying to look decent for your unexpected guest.

“I mean, I invited this girl out to dinner with me and Dodger of course, three times.”

Thump.

“Motherfucker! Ow!” You cried out as you fell down in a tangled web of pants that were around your ankles. Diana just sat there halfway watching you act like an idiot and halfway watching her phone in amazement at Chris’s boldness.

“She said no. Isn’t that awful? She said no to poor Dodger three times! Who could say no to this face?” He rubbed Dodger’s face which made the dog excited. “So Dodger told me to call her people and see if we could get her address because that basket deserved a thank you in person. …I know it’s kind of creepy guys, but Dodger was desperate.”

“I can believe he’s using his dog for sympathy. And playing down the fact that he used his connections to get my personal info. That is pathetic.” You were sliding Fenty Lip Gloss on your lips in your hallway mirror.

“So pathetic.” Diana said sarcastically.

“I’m gonna kill Chasity.” You fluffed up your hair and then picked up your breath spray and sprayed three times. One for the father, the son and sweet baby Jesus.

“Totally murder her.” Diana was so amused. For someone who had so ruthlessly denied someone else, you sure were doing a lot.

“So, guys I’m gonna go now. We’re almost at her door and she’s not expecting us…I want it to be a surprise.” He whispered comically. “Love you guys! And remember to buy Love and Murder* on DVD/Blu-Ray and Digital.”

The phones went silent for a moment and you waited on bated breath for the knock on the door. When after five minutes it didn’t come, you released a sigh of slightly disappointed relief.

“Maybe he was just bullshitting. There are a lot of these apartments in LA.” Diana said when you looked over at her. “Look at you, you got dressed for-“

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Nothing.” Diana finished jumping up herself.

You took a deep breath and unlocked the door slowly, not wanting to seem like you were over-zealous for his arrival. He was the thirsty one, not you. When you opened the door, he was there in a bomber jacket, looking as gorgeous as he always was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

“Nice to finally see you, Y/n.”

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(a/n: ...I hope you like. Love and Murder is the name of the movie that won you the Oscar. also...Chris’s facebook has not been active since ‘15 or ‘17...so use some imagination. thank you for reading! leave me comments! I love reading them!)

#chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans fandom #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x b!reader #chris evans x poc!reader

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The Favor.

A Two-Part One Shot.

Rafael Barba x Amelia Herrera Fic An AU to my story “I Wonder” that can be found HERE

Summery: When Rafael gets invited unexpectedly to a wedding, he ends up accepting and calls in a favor from his friend Amelia. Who surprises him and goes to help him.

Word Count: 1,894 Warnings: Pretty sure there is no warning here. ENJOY

Part One.

When Rafael called her late one night, asking for a favor. Amelia wanted to laugh and call him crazy. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t help him, Amelia would do anything for Rafael. She just knew he was crazy to ever accept the invitation. Why would he ever agree to do something like this? Go to the wedding of the buy who claimed to be his best friend but had no problem in sleeping with the girl Rafael had been dating. Now the two were getting married and had the balls to invite Rafael to it.

“Raf… it’s past midnight. Tell me why this couldn’t wait until normal hours? You know I just got off a 15 hour shift” Emma asked the man who had the nerve to call her five times before she finally picked up.

Hearing his frustrated groan, Emma couldn’t help but grin. “Amelia! Please, this is important!” he said, and she heard him fall back against something, probably his bed. “I did something… very, very stupid.”

“What? Did you have sex without protection? Rafael Eduardo Barba! What have I told you! Wrap it before you smack….” But Amelia didn’t get to finish her sentence before Rafael yelled out her name and demanding she not finish that sentence. Causing the brunette girl to fall into a fit of giggles.

“Can you be serious for One Minute?” he asked through gritted teeth, making Emma roll her eyes. Letting out a ‘mmhm’ she stayed quite as Rafael went to explain his situation to her.

By the time he finished speaking, Emma was quiet on her end of the line. She was laying in bed, looking at the ceiling and trying to think of what to say without insulting the man too much.

“Okay… let me see if I understand. Alex and Yelina are getting married?” She asked, and once he confirmed that, Emma continued. “And they… they INVITED you to the wedding?” once he confirmed that as well, Amelia slowly sat up. “Okay… now, why in the holy hell did you AGREE to go? What was going through your MIND that you thought, ‘HEY my once best friend and my ex-girlfriend. The two people who backstabbed me while I was away at college are getting married! I think I’ll go!’ “ Emma was almost out-right yelling by now as she got up from her bed.

Hearing him groan again, Emma was grabbing her robe and pulling it on. “I don’t know, Amelia!” Rafael snapped, but Emma ignored it. Knowing he was just stressed. “I wasn’t thinking! I sent my RSVP for the wedding and… kind of marked that I’ll be bringing a Plus 1.”

At that, Emma stopped and furrowed her eyebrows. “Are… are you even DATING anyone to say you’ll be bringing someone to this wedding?” she asked, almost afraid of his answer.

“No… I’m not dating anyone. My job doesn’t really give me much free time.” He sighed and Emma frowned. “Do you think…” but he trailed off.

Closing her eyes, knowing what he was about to ask, Emma shook her head. “Rafi, I’m in Chicago!” She reminded her best friend. Once Rafael left for Harvard, two years later Emma got her own scholarship to The University of Chicago. A place she made a home for herself. While Rafael returned to New York after he got his Law degree, Emma was finishing her Residency program at the age of 29.

“I know. I’m sorry. It was silly. I know your finishing your residency soon. Forget it. I’ll figure out what to do. It’s not like I can’t show up now. It won’t be so bad if I show up without a date.”

Emma felt her heart break. “Text me the details. I’ll see what I can do. Just, don’t get your hopes up. Okay?”

She could feel his mood change as he said he’ll text her the date and location of the wedding. After talking for a few more minutes, they hung up and went to bed.

That conversation had happened three months back. Now it was December and Emma had just stepped out of LaGuardia airport and sighed. She had to make a lot of promises and assure plenty of people that she’ll cover their shifts when returning to Chicago. Of course, after telling them how important it was that she attend this wedding with her best friend. They agreed a little easier. It helped that not even Rafael knew she was going, she had texted him a few days back lying and saying she couldn’t make it.

Lucia had already confirmed that Rafael was home, moody and more snippy than usual. The women wanted Emma to put Rafael out of his misery, yet Emma had just texted her back ‘What fun would that be?’ now she was hauling down a cab and giving the address. Ignoring the look, he gave her. So what she was heading to the Bronx? Get over yourself.

Instead of thinking too much on it, she texted Rafael.

Em: My Interns will be the death of me. Be my lawyer if I commit murder?

Rafi: You could be here. New York is gorgeous in the winter.

Em: Yeah, that's why you want me there.

Rafi: You wound me with your accusations.

Rafi: I'm just saying, you need a break.

Em: I need tequila... but it's still too early for that.

By the time the car stopped in front of the apartment building. Emma paid the driver and grabbed her suitcase from the trunk and went up the steps. Pressing the buzzer. She waited patiently until the door unlocked, and Emma headed inside. Remembering where to go, she headed up the stairs.

Knocking loudly on the door, pinching her nose. Emma called out in a nasally voice. “Package for a Rafael Barba!”

When the door opened, she grinned brightly at the male in front of her. Who stood there shocked and motionless as he looked at her.

“Wha… how… when?” was all he could say before glancing at his phone then back to Emma.

Shaking her head, Emma gave Rafael a pointed look. “I really hope that’s not how you sound when in court Rafi. Some would question if you’re fit to be a lawyer.”

Before she could think of something else to tease him about, like the weird Christmas socks he was wearing. Amelia was pulled into a tight hug. “Thank you...” she heard him whisper into her neck.

Wrapping her own arms around Rafael, she smiled. Kissing the side of his head. The two hugging for a few more seconds before she was finally allowed into the apartment.

The next few days were made up with the two friends catching up and doing touristy things in the city. Going Ice Skating at Rockefeller center, getting hot chocolate. Going to see every Christmas tree all over New York. Or just walking down the snowy streets until late at night. The two best friends never running out of things to talk about, or when they did, it was always a comfortable silence between the two of them.

By the time the wedding came around. Emma spent the day at the salon with Lucia. Getting her straight hair in a updo with her bangs free. Her makeup wasn’t anything too dark. She tried to stay as natural as possible. The dress she had picked was a red number with sheer sleeves that hung around her arms. The neckline was a v and the dress hugged her figure nicely in a mermaid style. Her shoes were a nude color that was almost four inches with a strap, so she would be sure not to end up losing it. Seeing as Emma was not all that used to wearing heels.

By the time she was in her dress and had her heels on. Emma met Rafael out in the living room and grinned. “Ai papi… don’t you clean up good.” She teased, grinning at him. Ignoring the gawking look he was giving her.

“Rafa, pick your jaw up before you catch flies.” Lucia said as she came out of her room, grinning at her son knowingly and once Rafael and Lucia had their coats on, and Emma wrapped the wrap she chose to go with over her shoulders. They all left.

Once the ceremony was finally over, Emma almost falling asleep halfway through. Rafael’s poking and nudging while he tried to hold in his laughter. She just sent him a smile each time.

At the reception, Amelia was glad to have alcohol and food. She listened to the toasts made. Eddie, who was Alex’s best man spoke nicely. Even bringing up Rafael and the time the three of them were young. It put a smile on Emma’s face. Only for it to fall a few seconds later. Instead of listening to the speeches made, she played with the napkin and drank her champagne.

She had envisioned the wedding countless times, each time it was of her and Rafael having a good time and prove that there were no hard feelings. Yet, the reality was of her sitting in her chair, next to a moody Rafael who, by the looks of it… was taking advantage of the open bar. The first dance soon came and gone, and people were getting up to talk to the bride and groom, others to dance. Some even asked for more food. Emma found herself slouching back in the chair and drowning yet another flout of champagne.

After thirty minutes of pure boredom. Amelia got up and walked away from the table. Not that Rafael noticed. She made way to the bar where she asked for a shot of tequila and drowned it quickly. Asking for a glass of wine, deciding that being drunk would look bad. Emma leaned against the counter and watched everyone have a good time.

She even danced a few times with a few people she remembered. Mostly with Eddie, who thankfully kept her company since Rafael was no where to be found.

By the end of the night, Emma was placing her wrap around her shoulders and looking around for Rafael. Asking Lucia where her son was, Emma’s mouth dropped when Lucia looked concerned and told Emma that Rafael had left an hour ago.

Arriving back at the apartment, Emma didn’t give Rafael a glance. She went to the guest bedroom she was staying at and quickly started to pack. Throwing off the dress and shoes, putting the dress back into its Bag and hanging it up on hook on the bedroom door. Emma pulled on black leggings, a long sleeved dark green shirt and a ugly Christmas sweater before pulling her coat on. Slipping her feet into her boots. Emma made sure to wear a hat with the ear flaps and finger-less gloves.

Leaving the room with her bag. Emma shook her head at Lucia. “The only reason I came here, why I took a week off work. Was to spend this night with him… instead he kept getting drunk on scotch. Then he has the audacity to leave me there alone? I’m going home Lucia. I’m sorry.” She told the older women.

Walking past her, towards the door. Emma only stopped to place two packages on the coffee table. “Goodbye Rafa, Merry Christmas.” She told the man and left.

Part Two

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wunderlass · 5 years

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California Love

3 Days of Echo day 3 - post-season one/future. Once more betaed by @maxortecho!:

“There she is,” Liz murmurs as the car rounds the bend, and the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean comes into view. A glittering expanse of sapphire blue topped with foaming white, framed by the last fringes of the treeline the road emerges from. Down below, the beach cuts a pearly crescent against the shore.

Max hums back at her, but his gaze is on the road winding ahead, looking for the turn-off down to the sand. Despite this he’s got a faint, easy smile on his face, and she knows he’s soaking in his first sight of the ocean in as much as she is. She’s spent most of her life in the heart of the continent—in the heart of the desert itself, or in the mountains—so it always takes her breath away, but Max…Max has never seen it at all.

She’s never seen him this relaxed, his shoulders loose and his fingers drumming along to the radio on the steering wheel. He hasn’t frowned once since the plane landed a few hours ago and they collected their baggage. Suggesting they try to pick up the fractured pieces of the road trip they once intended to take is the best idea she’s had in a long time.

Roswell is far behind them, at least for now. And before them—before them is an open sky, blue meeting blue at the horizon.

The road dips down, back into the treeline, meandering to the foot of the cliffs. Things are so different than when she first saw the ocean all those years ago, and yet some things haven’t changed. Her heart is lighter, freed of many of its burdens, and fuller for the love she finally accepted. Her first real glimpse of the water had only reminded her that Rosa had never seen it, and never would—her first wade out into the waves had been to wash away her tears with more salt water, to drown them in their origin and pretend they never happened.

In those glorious few hours where she’d imagined traveling with Max, she’d become so nervous. Sharing a bed with him for weeks at a time had been a big deal, an unspoken promise between them, and it had left her flustered, eager, wanting. Now, she finds herself sinking into the same feeling, even if it’s ridiculous that she does. They share a bed at home—they share an entire house—but this is an opportunity. A chance to recapture who they were all those years ago. The idea of all this time alone with Max—no problems to fix, no lies between them—makes it easy for her to slip back into the mindset of the Liz who knew what love was but didn’t yet know sorrow or real loss.

Finally, they’ve reached the end of the road, and Max parks up in the shade of a grove of cedars. “I think we have to do the rest on foot,” he says, and she only smiles back, shoving her shades down and swinging herself out of the car.

He’s by her side seconds later, reaching for her hand to twine their fingers together, a picnic basket with food and beach essentials in his other hand. It earns him another smile, and she thinks if feels like this all day, she won’t be able to keep her happiness from leaking its way onto her skin and leaving a permanent imprint. It’s clear Max feels the same way, swinging their hands as they lope along the path through the trees, him modulating his long stride to match her own.

Then they’ve broken through, sunlight pouring down upon them and she tips her head back to bathe it, taking a deep breath of brine and ozone.

“Why does it just feel so much sunnier here than in Roswell?” she asks.

Rather than soaking up the sunshine like she is, Max is watching her, the softest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Because it feels like vacation.” The breeze is ruffling his hair, tossing around the long strand that always falls into his face, and she’s got the sudden urge to nuzzle into his neck.

She doesn’t. Instead, she kicks her shoes off, burying her toes in the sand. She’s only in a sundress, her bikini underneath and ready to be unleashed, but first they need to pick the perfect spot to leave their stuff before they go out into the water. They’ve got plenty of choice—the beach is empty, given it’s the middle of the day, in the middle of the week. She eyes the t-shirt Max is wearing above his shorts.

“Are you keeping all of that on?” she asks. “I’m looking forward to rubbing suncream into your shoulders.” They are, in fact, her favorite part of his anatomy. Mostly.

“I don’t need it,” he reminds her. “I won’t burn.”

“Please stop spoiling my fun.”

But he’s shrugging out of the t-shirt anyway, dropping it onto the sand beside her shoes. “Better?”

“Mmm. Much.” She steps closer, sliding an arm around his waist, and he’s always so warm beneath her palms. “And how is your first view of the ocean?”

He’s looking down at her, so earnest suddenly, that she props her shades on her head to meet his gaze. In this light, his eyes are almost amber and somewhere within them she thinks the way he feels about her has been caught, suspended for eternity. She doesn’t mind that at all.

“It’s beautiful,” he replies. “But not as beautiful as you.”

She doesn’t know how he manages it, but he always finds new ways to make her blush and make her heart stutter. It doesn’t matter if it’s a cheesy line—he means it, with his entire being, and God help her if she doesn’t love it. Love him.

She looks away, but he gathers her hands between his, bringing them to rest on his sternum, right above the heart he’s always baring to her. “Liz.”

There’s a change in tone with her name. A change in mood, and she’s meeting his gaze once more, suspended in a moment where she’s sure what’s coming and waiting for it to come. Flustered, eager, wanting.

“Liz,” he repeats, his voice soft enough to blend into the crashing of the waves. “Will you marry me?”

No ring. No bended knee. No witnesses.

No hesitation.

“Yes. Yes, of course.”

It takes him a second to process it—he’s still lost in his own nervousness, waiting for a blow to fall, so she answers with her mouth in another way. She goes up on tip toe to kiss him, and then he’s in motion, kissing her back, pulling her close enough to meld into one being. Yes, she keeps whispering between kisses, and he can barely stop smiling. Neither can she.

When he’s convinced, he rests his forehead against hers. Her hands are still caught in his and their noses brush as they lapse into giddy laughter.

“You don’t have a ring,” she points out, wondering if this was a spur of the moment thing. She’d kind of expected a proposal to come one day—if Max could love her from afar for a decade, he obviously wanted to marry her if he could—but maybe he’d gone with his instincts.

“I thought you’d want to choose it with me.”

He’s right, she loves that idea, rewarding him with another kiss.

“And I know you don’t like the idea of public proposals,” he continues, and she doesn’t know who he’s been talking to—Maria, or Rosa, or even her papi, but he’s spoken to somebody who spilled about the disaster that was Diego’s proposal. She’d known that was coming, right from the time he booked the fancy restaurant, and all she’d wanted to do was get it over with and say yes like she thought it was right to do.

For Max, yes comes from the bottom of her heart. There’s no other possible answer.

“No, this was perfect,” she tells him. “Do you have celebratory champagne in that picnic basket?”

“Not champagne. Maybe a little tequila.”

And that has her laughing all over again. Max knows her, right down to the unconventional parts of her soul.

“But first,” he says. “Race you into the water?”

It’s not fair. She screams that he’s cheating as his long legs carry him across the sand, but in the end she’s the winner anyway: the sight of him, happy and bronzed and carefree in the water is the only prize she could ever want.

#roswell new mexico #echo3days2019 #liz x max #echo #fic

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lunasxsol · 6 years

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6 Months

Shawn x latina!reader

Word Count: 1576

(A/N: Let me know if y’all would like a part 2! Feedback is greatly appreciated!)

Summary: Y/n and Shawn had been dating for 6 months, everything was going great, at least for her it was. Don’t get Shawn wrong, it was going great for him too but it just wasn’t enough.

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Today was a nice sunny day, both Y/n and Shawn were getting ready for a bbq Brian had thrown. Y/n was wearing a yellow floral dress with some strappy sandals and Shawn..well Shawn was wearing his usual black skinny jeans with a white fitted t-shirt.

“Hey honey did you buy the champagne?” Shawn asked looking through the cabinet. “Uhh no why?”

He scoffed, “Babe I asked you to pick up champagne on your way home and you said yes.”

She closed her eyes and counted to 10 backwards. Did I mention she has anger issues. She had a tendency of pushing people away with her anger. She pushed her sisters and father away with it. “Sorry, I got busy and must’ve forgotten. We can just pick some up on the way there.”

“Not like we have a choice.” Shawn muttered, grabbing his keys and starting the car. Y/n grabbed her purse as her phone began ringing. She closed the door to her room quickly answering the call.

“Hi mamá.”

Hola hija, como estas?

(Hi sweety, how are you?)

“Bien, ya voy de salida.Voy a celebrar el cumpleaños de unas de mis amigas.”

(Good,I’m going out. I’m going to celebrate a friends birthday.)

Que bien mi niña, no quiero quitarte mucho de tu tiempo, te hablaba para decirte que tu padre se puso mal.

(Good sweety, I don’t want to take much of your time, I was calling because your dad got sick.)

“Que le paso?”

(What happened?)

Tiene un tumor en el cerebro, no sabemos cuanto tiempo tenga.

(He has a brain tumor, we don’t know how long he has.)

“Oh my god mom.” My vision became blurry with the tears that were threatening to spill. I didn’t want to believe it. “No te han dicho nada?”

(They haven’t said anything?”)

No hijita no se puede hacer nada. Nadamas podemos esperar.

(No sweetheart there’s nothing they can do, we can only wait.)

“Ire mañana para San Francisco.”

(I will go tomorrow to San Francisco.)

Y/n-

“Ya se mamá pero es mi padre, lo quiero ver.”

(I know mom but he is my dad and I need to see him.)

Bueno mija es tu decision.

(Fine sweetheart it is your decision.)

“Y/n, we have to go.” Shawn came rushing into the room.

“Te llamare mañana, te quiero.” I didn’t let her reply, hanging up the phone and wiping away the

Tears.

(I will call you tomorrow, I love you.)

“You okay?” He asked stepping closer to me. I nodded, “Uhh, yeah, just a colleague.”

“What happened? Why are you crying?” He wiped away one of my tears, this was the first time he had ever seen me cry, I felt weak and vulnerable. I hated that feeling. “Fuck Shawn can you just drop it? I just said it was a colleague so just drop it.”

He scoffed, “Oh I’m sorry I just wanted to know if everything was alright with my girlfriend. I’m so sorry for worrying about her crying.”

I rolled my eyes, “See not crying, can we just go?”

...

The ride to Brian’s house was quiet, no small banter about which song they should play and no hand holding just complete silence. Once they had arrived it was like a switch had flipped in her. They got out of the car and she had a smile plastered on her face, she even grabbed Shawn’s hand and intertwined their fingers. They walked hand in hand into the party and greeted everyone. All Shawn could do was stare at her. Not so long ago she had tears in her eyes mixed with anger but now she was happy.

“Glad you guys made it. Shawn I see you forgot the champagne.” Brian chuckled as if he knew we were going to forget it.

“Sorry it was my fault, Shawn asked me to pick it up from work but I completely forgot.”

“No worries, I had a feeling you love birds would forget. Santiago bought a couple.” He pointed to the guy that was facing the grill. “I met this guy on the plane ride back from the Philippines, dude is absolutely hilarious. Hey Santiago!” He yelled for the guy, the guy turned and I could almost cry.

“Santi?”

“Y/n?”

I ran into his arms, “Oh my god, I’ve missed you so much.”

“How long has it been?”

I wiped away a couple tears, “Only four years.”

“Baby don’t cry,” He wiped away at my tears, “I’ve-”

“Baby?” I heard a voice say from behind me. I pulled away from Santi.

“Uhh Santi, this is Shawn my boyfriend. Shawn this is Santi my long lost best friend.”

“Hey man, nice meeting you.” Shawn shook his hand. “You too. Y/n I’ll catch up with you in a bit.” Sant said walking back to the grill.

“So? Santiago?” Shawn asked.

“He’s my childhood best friend, we, uh, we lost contact four years ago.-”

“Y/n lets play bear pong!” Ally pulled me to the girls table.

...

“What’s up with you?” Brian asked taking a seat next to Shawn. “You’re being distant.”

He chuckled, “Nah man, I just- we’ve been dating for half a year and I still feel like I know nothing about her.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I heard her talking over the phone to her mom, she was crying but when I walked in she said it was her colleague. And when I pressed her about it she just snapped, we got into a small argument and well now she’s jolly.”

Brian took a sip of his drink, “You just have to have patience with her man.”

“I have! We’ve known each other for a year, we’ve been dating for six months and all I’ve gotten is that she has two sisters and her mom and dad live in San Francisco. She doesn’t even visit them, I don’t even think she likes her family.”

“So you haven’t met her parents?” Brian asked and Shawn shook his head, “No, everytime we make “plans” either they cancel last minute or she does, I’m just tired of this.”

“Do you think she’s cheating?”

“I wouldn’t even be surprised, she’s just so secretive about everything. She basically has no emotion when we are together, sometimes I feel like I’m dating a robot-”

Before they could finish there was a clinking of bottles and then a crash, they all turned to see what had happened, Y/n sat by the mess giggling at what had happened. Santiago ran to her pick her up and sitting her on one of the benches.

“Go to her, I’ll pick up.”

Shawn went to her as she continued to giggle at Santiago.

Santiago was cleaning up the blood from her knee with a napkin and some water, “God Y/n what happened to you, babe.” He turned to Shawn, “She doesn’t drink, she never liked it at least she didn’t.”

Shawn was confused but stayed silent, “I want to sleep.” Y/n slurred. “Santi take me home please.”

“Don’t know where you live babe.” Shawn was annoyed he didn’t like him referring to his girl as babe,”Y/n her names Y/n.”

Santiago turned to him, “Seriously man, your girl is out of her mind intoxicated and instead of helping you’re worried about me calling her babe? God you hets are really insecure.”

Y/n groaned, “Oh god.” She quickly turned to the trash can throwing up majority of the alcohol from her system, Santiago had grabbed one of her scrunchies and pulled her hair up in a bun. “Please go away, both of you.” Both of them ignored her and stayed put.

Brian threw a water bottle to Shawn to give to Y/n. He took her to the upstairs bathroom to get cleaned up. “I’m sorry.” She told Shawn as he helped her get cleaned up. “I really have never been much of a drinker.”

He smiled bitterly at her, “Thank you for telling me, even if it was a year and six months late.”

“Shawn-”

“Are you cheating on me?” He got right to the point.

She scoffed, “What the hell makes you think that? I have never given you a reason have I?”

“You’ve given me plenty of reasons. You won’t talk to me, I know nothing about you. And after a year and a half of knowing each other I find out you had a long lost friend and oh yeah that you don’t drink.”

“Oh god, I’m not doing this.” I turned ready to leave.

“Then when?” He yelled. “When will I ever get to know you?”

Thankfully someone had knocked on the bathroom door.

“We are not done with this conversation.” He told me walking out of the bathroom. I walked over to Santi who was sitting by himself in the kitchen. He opened his arms and as if on instinct I threw myself to him.

“I can’t-” I sobbed. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“What’s wrong baby?” He rubbed my back.

“Papi’s dying and Shawn thinks I’m cheating on him. I feel like I’m incapable of showing him how much I love him. I’ve never felt like this.. not since Christina. I don’t know how to let him in and I’m just so scared.”

#shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes angst #latina!reader #bisexual!reader #angst #shawn mendes x latina!reader #blurb

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rockyscactus · 6 years

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toronto gods

summary | you and drake both fall into shawn’s top 5 favorite people list.

a/n: this is from my drafts from like 2017 (?)

“just hold on we’re going home”, shawn sang as you two got ready, “it’s hard to do these things alone.” his drake playlist blared through the in-home speakers he had installed and while you had always been a fan of champagne papi, you could never tell which of you shawn loved more.

“can we please listen to some daniel caesar”, you asked shawn as you threw one of shawn’s shirts over your head.

“what’s wrong with drake”, his tone was similar to that of hurt and disappointment.

“nothing”, you laughed, “you just never stop listening to him and i’m honestly starting to think you love him more than me.”

“oh, i do”, he played along, a smirk falling over his face.

you placed your hand over your heart in mock hurt before regaining your posture, “but seriously, what is it with you and drake”, you questioned as you put on your adidas shorts.

“we’re both toronto gods for starters”, he pointed out as he sat down at the foot of your shared bed, looking up at you as he spoke.

you looked down at him, “did you just call yourself a toronto god?”

he shrugged, “and what if i did?”

“you’d be wrong”, you didn’t miss a beat as you messed with your boyfriend.

it as his turn to pretend to be hurt, he even gasped for dramatics. “i-i can’t believe that my own girlfriend, the person who is supposed to love me with all of her heart, is saying that i’m not a toronto mother fucking god! if we’re not, who is?”

“the weeknd, now that’s a toronto god”, you exclaimed as he scoffed.

“so what, am i third place? drake, the weeknd, me”, he counted on his fingers as right hand found your waist.

you shook your head, “of course not! aaliyah, the weeknd, drake, then you!”

he pushed you away lightly, “i don’t even know why we’re together”, he stood up as he pretended to be struck in the heart by your words.

you quickly followed him, jumping on his back, “because you love me and i love you, even though you’re not a top three toronto god”, you informed him.

“wow, i really feel the love”, he joked as threw you two back on the bed, holding you down slightly, “tell me what i want to hear and i’ll let you go.”

you scoffed, “i am many things, but i will never be a liar”, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“please baby”, he pouted as you let out another laugh at his behavior, “you’re my favorite person on the planet, can’t i at least be apart of the top three on your toronto god list?”

you pretended to think about it for a few seconds, “i guess i could bump drake down to fourth to make room for you, push the weeknd down to third, and aaliyah can remain unbothered at the top”, you looked at your nails out of fake boredom.

“how generous of you”, he kissed your cheek before pulling away in realization, “aaliyah is still at the top?”

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #Shawny Boy #mendes #shawn #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes au #shawn mendes writing #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes one shots #one shots #writing #imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes drabble #rockyscactus

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girlbabyvelez · 6 years

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Imagine // Richard Camacho

Word Count: 1,352

Warning: v soft richard and mucho fluff and a lil smutty

Note: This is to my baby chels. @cloudfiveclub was actually my first friend on here and I would just like to say jfekrkf thank you for hitting me up and welcoming me with open arms. This is for you because you hit 400 and because I love you so much. Also this is based on the song Imagine by Ariana Grande so give that a listen and give my girl a follow if you aren’t yet.

Stayin' up all night, order me pad thai Then we gon' sleep 'til noon

You limbs seemed to be knotted together and strewn all over the bed. Your head was resting in the crook of his neck, giving it gentle kisses here and there. One of his arms was wrapped around your body and one hand found it way in your hair, twirling the strands in his finger.

You could feel the vibrations on his throat as he hummed a song to you. You guys were both wide awake despite it being almost 3 in the morning. So you guys just watched the hour pass you and the night get longer, but you guys spent it in each other’s arms.

“Hey baby,” Richard whispers in your ear. You slowly remove your head from his neck to look at him. You noted how his blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail but a couple of strands curled in his face, his amber eyes were already met with yours, giving you the softest look that melted your heart.

“What’s up amor?” You question him, your hand finding a resting place on the angel wing tattoo on his chest and tracing it, it’s become a habit and you had the lines memorized by heart now. He shivered underneath your gentle touch because no matter how many times you did it, it always made him so giddy. You let out a small laugh and a smile broke out onto his face, he loved sharing these moments with you, it gave him a reason to look forward to the future, one he hoped he would share with you.

“Can we order some pad thai?” He sheepishly asks you, he knew that he could ask you anything but it was 3 in the morning and he wasn’t sure if you would also like some. You smile at him, moving the hand that was tracing his tattoo up his chest and neck and gently grabbing the side of his face. You nodded for a brief moment and pulled him in for a kiss, a lazy open mouth kiss. Your lips moved in sync together as if you both were made for each other. You stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the intimate kiss and the connection you shared before you had to pull away to breathe.

“Yeah baby. I’m getting kind of hungry too,” You mumble. He placed a quick peck on your lip and turned himself around on the bed, grabbing his phone from the nightstand to place the order.

“But after food, we sleep in papi,”

Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub Bubbles and bubbly, ooh

The warm bubbly water surrounded the both of you and the calming smell of lavender filled the room. He was leaning against the wall of the bathtub while you were between his legs and leaning against his chest. His fingers massaged the shampoo through your hair, making sure to get every part clean. It was soothing you, almost putting you into a trance but you were so focused on how cute he looked doing it. You saw through the mirror in front of you how concentrated he looked, he bit his lip and his eyebrows were scrunched while he looked for every part of your head.

“You look so cute,” You softly tell him. You could feel his fingers stop their movements and his eyes meet yours in the mirror. You could see the pink blush spread to his cheeks and he let out on of his goofy smiles at you. You were so kind towards him and so soft, he always loved it. You hit a spot with him and you were never leaving his heart.

“You’re cuter,” He leans up against you and whispers in your ear before giving your neck a soft kiss. His breath fanned over your neck and tickled you and your laugh filled the room. Richard’s heart jumped at your laugh because he always thought it was the cutest sound in the world, he adored it.

Kiss me and take off your clothes

He had you pressed up against the wall while his lips were pressed against yours. His warm lips moved with yours, his tongue battling yours and exploring your mouth. His hands snaked up your thighs and tapped them, signaling for you to jump up and you did so. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands were underneath your ass to hold you in place.

His lips moved your lips down your jawline and neck, sucking your sweet spot, not caring that he was going to leave a deep purple mark.

“Richard,” You moaned. He smirked and turned you guys so he could walk over to the bed, throwing you onto it as soon as he reached it. He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, looking at you waiting for him to join you again, but his fingers lifted the cotton of his shirt and he slid out of it. You also mimicked his actions, removing the shirt and bra from your body, and once you were done he was on you again, lips roaming all over your body.

Imagine a world like that

The sky was painted different shades of yellow and orange with clouds scattered over them. The sun was setting and the air was warm and humid, you were thankful you decided to wear a skirt instead of the maxi dress you had planned for your dinner with Richard. You looked at the table covered with rose petals with two glasses of champagne set in the middle, there was no food yet and your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen yet. You were on the hill that overlooked the sky and ocean, a beautiful view that would forever be burned into your memory.

“Y/N,” You heard the familiar voice call out to you. You turned on your heel and there he was, dressed in a red button up shirt and black slacks, his blonde hair was pulled back and he looked so beautiful. A smile graced your face and you each took three steps to each other when you met in the middle.

“Yashel, this is so beautiful,” You say and gesture to the table and setting that he picked out for you guys. He nods and leans in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’m glad you like it baby girl. Because I picked this place for this,” He whispers. Your brows furrowed in confusion but when you saw him get down on one knew everything clicked. He reached his hand up to grab yours. He held the box with the ring in his other hand and showed it to you, the diamond shined brightly in the sunlight and you looked at it for a brief moment before looking into the honey eyes of the man you loved.

“We have been on a journey together, you have stood by my side through my career, going on tour with me and helping me raise Aaliyah and taking care of her when I’m gone. I appreciate everything you do for us. You are such a kind, caring, genuine person. I don’t know what I did to deserve you but now that I have you , I don’t plan on letting you go. So Y/N, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Richard pops the question, he imagined his future with you since the moment he met you. You had captured his heart and it would always be yours. He imagined a world with you in it and now it was time for him to make it happen. You were on the verge of tears, your heart melted at his words. You were speechless so the only thing you could do was nod. The smile that broke out on his face was the biggest and brightest smile you had ever seen.

“I love you,” He whispers to you before pulling you into a kiss. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,”

#cnco imagine #richard camacho #richard camacho imagine #cnco fanfic #cnco #joel pimentel #zabdiel de jesus #erick brian colon #christopher velez

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buckysoldierstories · 6 years

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Bucky Smut Hour #1

Request from @ifficscouldkill - Bucky Catching Reader Masturbating.

This was supposed to be a small drabble and I got carried away!

Bucky just had a way of riling you up like no other man had ever done. From the smolder, to those intense blue eyes of his, to his full lips that he had such a horrific habit of licking and biting, you just always found yourself slipping your hand between your thighs while you were in the shower or in bed.

And then when you thought this metal armed bastard couldn't make you anymore horny, you and the whole team are invited to a black tie event and you see the sexy asshole with his long hair pushed back and a tight black suit that you just wanted to rip right off him.

“Y/N?! Shit, doll, you look so beautiful!” If Bucky’s appearance didn’t make you all hot and bothered, the praise sure as hell did. You already felt your panties soak the second he walked down the grand staircase with his hands in his pockets but then the sweet words had just done it for you.

Were you just imagining that he had been flirting with you for the last few months or was it all just wishful thinking? You nodded happily when he offered to get you a drink and you watched his ass as he walked away, wondering what it would feel like to dig your nails into the meaty flesh.

“WELL, IF IT ISN’T SERGEANT BARNES?!!” You heard the drunken voice of Captain America’s new slutty assistant and you rolled your eyes as she wrapped her arms around Bucky, giggling as she pulled him and almost dropped the glass of whatever strong beverage she was consuming.

“O-oh, hey, Chelsea, you having a nice tim-MMM!” Bucky was caught off when the provacotive woman pulled him down and slammed his lips down on her own, kissing the soldier like her life depended on it.

You gasped as you watched the man of your wet dreams in a lip lock with another woman, the sting of jealousy hitting you hard but you also couldn't stop thinking about how soft his lips must have felt, wishing more than anything you had the alcohol consumption and no self respect as Chelsea did just then. But you didn’t miss how Bucky’s hands made their way to her hips and briefly squeezed them before gently parting from the kiss and you couldn't keep watching, not wanting to find out if he enjoyed the spontaneous make-out session.

You turned on your heel and found the closest elevator but not before grabbing a glass of champagne and chugging it as the elevator doors closed in on you. Your heart was racing and you weren't sure exactly why; anger, envy, lust, who the hell knew at this point.

You slammed your door behind you and tossed your clutch towards the couch as you stomped towards your bedroom, hands going immediately to the zipper of your evening gown. It pooled at your feet and you looked up at your vanity, looking at your reflection. You had all the confidence tonight with your new lingerie and thigh highs but you guess it was meant to go to waste.

You kicked off your heels and sighed as your body fell hard on the bed, you replaying the whole night from Bucky’s entrance to how he broke the kiss with the dumb office slut. But the look in his eye... The look in his eye when he saw you, though...

You couldn’t escape the intensity that they held and before you knew it, your hand was slowly making its way down your body once more. You rubbed your clit through your panties as a moan escaped your lips, wanting more than anything to feel Bucky against you, wanting his fingers to be the ones that will bring you pleasure like no other. You slipped your hand into the lacy fabric and you bit your lip at the flesh contact, arching your back as your fingers started to move faster, a chilly breeze moving over your body and making your nipples hard through your bra.

“Bucky...” You whimpered. your breath coming out in small gasps and you swore you could even smell the expensive cologne he wore tonight, impressed with your own fantasy as you thought you heard the sound of his arm recalibrating inches away from you.

It was only when you felt something cold and solid touch the covered hand inside your panties that your eyes shot open and you gasped, humiliation washing over you as Bucky was now hovering over you, tie and buttons of his black shirt undone as he had his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his fingers molded with yours, encouraging your movement.

“You touchin’ yourself and thinking of me, Doll? Did I work you up?” Bucky teased, that fucking sexy smile that you love so much making its way to his lips as he trapped your hand between his metal one and your wet cunt. “Followed you when I saw you leave, Baby. Fuck, I’m so glad I did.” Bucky looked like he was about to eat you alive, his fingers moving your panties aside so he can watch with hungry eyes as you rubbed your clit in circles, his tongue coming out to lick his lips slowly.

“Bucky...” It came out like a plea but you didn't know what you were begging for. You felt your orgasm approaching when Bucky’s flesh and bone hand came down and he started stroking himself through his trousers. “Gonna come, baby? This pussy getting close?” He teased and you stared into his eyes as you felt your release hit you as you moaned loudly, Bucky’s lips hovering over yours as you fought to get air into your lungs while this hand still kept moving against yours. “How many of those can you give me tonight, Doll Face? Care to find out?”

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WARNING!!! THIS IS AN CANON x OC FIC, IF YOU DON’T MIND, PLS ENJOY MY FIC!!! ALSO... there’s a slur in here, but don’t worry, it’s for the sake of the story and the person who utters the slur gets their come-upins. Like, he’s there for you to say “wow, fuck that guy” ALSO!!! THIS FIC WILL HAVE A COMPANION PIECE BY @sanriff unless they already made it and I’m super slow. then it does have a companion piece lmao.... enjoy the story.

ALSO @sanriff is the co-author

Miracle didn't really understand a lot of what Riff said. But they did understand that their friend was hurting. Luckily, Blue was going to be coming over that night. Not actually inside of the manor, but to pick Miracle up to go out.

“Go put on your best dress!” Miracle insisted Riff as they pulled their tux on. It was a really nice tux. At least all of the girls in Beastie's brothel said so. Miracle had been afraid to pull it back on, but they were sure that Blue would be able to protect them from those wanting to tear it off of them.

At least that's what they thought until they saw Riff. She wore the most beautiful wine red dress Miracle had ever seen. It had a modest neckline, but it was sheer down the cleavage where it pretended to look like a sweetheart neckline. Allowing the patterns on the sheer fabric look like it was just floating on her skin. And with that, she wore what looked like silk gloves that ended at the elbow.

A whistle escaped Miracle's lips as they watched Riff come stand by them on the sidewalk.

“And I thought *I* would be fighting off suitors, you're definitely going to be the light of the party.”

"Ya don't look half bad yourself, stud," she teased as she stopped before them.

A blush formed on Miracle's cheeks. Not that Riff could see it, but it still made Miracle feel pretty flustered. They bashfully waved their hand at SeRiff, giggling as they did. “Oh yooouuu.” they smiled. Blue said that would be picking them up, but he was suspiciously late for a skeleton that could instantly teleport anywhere whenever he wanted. Miracle was starting to get worried until a limousine drove up next to the sidewalk. Blue opened popped out, grinning excitedly up at them where he peeked out from the limousine's door. "Ready for fun?!?!?"

Miracle was buzzing with excitement. This was going to be the first party they had gone to! With Blue!

“Sure!” Riff replied, seeming to be just as excited. This was going to be a fun night.

Blue giggled happily as he went back further into the limousine, allowing Miracle to help Riff into the limo before climbing in themself. "Blue, this is Riff; Riff, this is Blue!" Miracle introduced them to each other, happily sitting next to Riff. "I'm happy to meet another one of Mira's friends!” Blue grinned happily, “Most don't really like me heh.... I hope they told you that the party is in my manor?"

Miracle watched in relief as the two shook hands. After everything Miracle had done to the family, they were happy that at least Riff was accepting of Blue.

Riff shook her head as they released hands. “Mira didn't tell me much, actually.” she said, sounding honest, “But I'm okay with that. Is your manor like this one?”

Blue gave Miracle the eye. Yeah, Mira deserved that. But they merely shrugged.

They were both troublemakers, but Miracle exceeded him by far in that category. "Well, yes, in a way, it has its differences and my family has different decoration tastes, but yes it's practically the same." Blue replied. "You'll see for yourself." It didn't take long for them to reach the property. The skeletons had set up a sort of valet system too, so servants helped everyone out of the limo. They had a chauffeur, however. So as soon as they were out, the limo drove off. Yellow spotlights lit up the skeleton manor, dressing it in gold. Several people were entering the manor too. From politicians to other mob bosses, they were all waiting to get inside. But since Blue was accompanying Riff and Miracle, they didn't need to wait to check in. The party was already getting started with a band playing ritzy music and people dancing to it. Servers carried food and champagne everywhere. Especially where there were people just relaxing on the couches and talking.... and doing other things. It was basically a den of sin.

“This is amazing!” the awe in Riff's voice was unmistakable, “You live here?? With whom???”

Blue didn't answer, it was like he didn't want to be associated with whoever he lived with. Instead, he just grabbed Mira, keeping his arm around them before leading Riff to meet his brother.

"This is my Papy!" Blue introduced to them as he led them to a rather lazily dressed tall skeleton. While everyone wore tuxes or full suits, this Papyrus only wore a long sleeved shirt and an orange, silk vest with slacks. And even then he had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. "Pappyyyyy!!! I told you to wear something nice!!!" Blue complained. "This is my nice clothes, all the others were dirty." Papyrus replied, then turned towards Riff as he left his brother to stew. "Heya, you can call me Honey." The tall skeleton smiled, holding his hand out to Riff while his other hand moved to take a drag from his cigarette.

He didn't have it long, however, as Riff promptly plucked the cigarette from his hand and stomped the smoke to the ground. It brought the attention of some of the other skeletons that were hanging around there. Even Boss Red, who promptly laughed. Along with some of the others.

“Riff. Pleasure to meet you, Honey.” she introduced, after she was done with smothering the life out of his cig.

Honey was just as surprised, but ignored the soft laughter his family gave. Though he gave his brother an exasperated look when Blue joined in the laughter. Instead he took Riff's hand that she offered in a firm shake.

"The pleasure's all mine, Riff." Honey smiled at her, his irritation gone. Not much seemed to bother him. "So, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" Blue grabbed a platter of food and drinks right out a server's hand, allowing Miracle to grab a glass along with a snack from it. Blue soon offered the platter to Riff.

She thanked Blue and took a glass by the neck with her index and middle finger and thumb. "Mira asked me to come along." She turned back to Honey, her smile wavering minutely before regaining control. Miracle couldn't help but feel for her friend. "I was thinking overlong about someone that attacked me not too long ago, and they figured bringing me here would help keep my mind off things for a while.”

"Heh, well you're in a good place, no one is going to attack you here." Honey replied, taking.... not a drink from his glass. "Yeaah, Blue's the social butterfly, I'm happy with just keeping to the shadows if you know what I mean." Honey shrugged. "But my bro is here so it's okay." He added, watching Riff for a moment before he smirked. "Wanna get outta here?"

“Where did you have in mind?” Riff asked.

This was great! Riff and Honey were getting along. Miracle was sure that whatever was bothering Riff, she would forget by the end of that night. It also sounded like Miracle would have to make a set of four BFF friendships bracelets rather than just two. They were all practically friend-married at this point…. Was that a thing? Well if it wasn't, Miracle was going to make it a thing.

“Hey Mira?” Riff called, snapping Miracle out of their fantasy.

“I'm going to take a walk with Honey, we'll be back later.” Riff informed them as she looped her arm with Honey's. Miracle gave Riff a thumbs up as Honey escorted her away.

“See ya later then, Riff!!!” Miracle called back, shouting over the noise of the party.

Oh yeah.

They were totally friend-married already.

Blue dragged Miracle around the party, introducing them to several of Blue's friends. Which included many of the skeletons and some humans.

“So are you twoooo???” Dream had asked, motioning between Blue and Miracle.

“Are you guys… involved?” Ivory had asked.

“You're the strangest couple I've ever seen.” Chara said bluntly.

“We're friends!” Blue and Miracle insisted. It was exhausting as they tried to correct everyone, just to continue the conversation elsewhere. Which somehow kept circling around back to the two being a couple.

“Let's just go dance!” Miracle suggested, pulling Blue along. He laughed, following Miracle.

“Okay! Haha, slow down, you're gonna make me--”

“Blue!!” a deep, staticky voice called out. It made Blue stop in his tracks. Mira watched as Blue spun around, pushing Miracle behind himself as if he was trying to protect them from a beast. And he might as well have.

“What is the meaning of this?!” a dark skeleton demanded. Miracle had never seen him before. His eye lights were mismatched and wild looking. And blue stripes… or… strings? Dripped from his eyes and down his jaw. He was interesting to look at. And Miracle might have liked him… if he wasn't acting like such a jerk.

"Well, gee, Ebby! You gotta tell me before you accuse me of anything!" Blue grinned, his jaw clenched. "Don't play dumb." Ebony stopped right in front of Blue and glared down at him. "What the fuck is SeRiff Fontesca doing here??"

Blue was opening his mouth to answer, but the voice that came out wasn't his. "She's my friend!" Mira piped up, looking over to glare at Ebony.

Blue pushed them further behind himself. "Riff is apart of Bone Tibia Wild! Heh.... didn't... didn't you know?" Blue chuckled. "Golly, Ebby, you're making me look like quite the investigator!"

Ebony's mismatched eyes fell onto Miracle.

Miracle couldn't help but glare back, their chest puffing up.

“Is that so?” Ebony purred, his static making it sound more unsettling than cute. His fingers twitched, which just made Blue tense up more.

"Why'd a ragtag buncha wannabes let a freak like her in? Ya that desperate for people?"

That just set Miracle off. They pushed Blue's hand away to let themself get into Ebony's face. "Shut up!!! We're not a rag tag group!!! We're a family!!! And we're way more put together than your gang with you people stalking our members!!! During a TRUCE!!! Going against your boss' WORD!!!!!" Miracle yelled, poking a finger into Ebony's chest with every sentence they said. It was enough to make Blue sweat bullets as his eye lights disappeared. "M-Mira..." Ebony smirked as he stared into the eyelights behind the goggles unflinchingly.

"Family?" He laughed derisively in the cleaner's face.

"Really? You call that a family?" He laughed again like the monster thing had said a bad joke. Wiping at an imaginary tear from the edge of his socket, he turned a sneer back at the other. "

Ya think I care what the others do? Heh, if yous all were worth yer salt, then a little stalking shouldn't even be worth a batted eye. But that's to be expected from as weak of a so-called leader as Malenchka." He gave a nonchalant shrug. Then he looked over at Blue.

"And you. I thought I taught you better than to associate yourself with things like this." Now Ebony was pushing just to push. To see what he could get away with.

Miracle looked like they were about to pop in rage. But before they could say anything more, Blue grabbed Mira with blue magic and pushed them behind himself once again. "Not, here." Blue growled, his dark sockets glaring at Ebony. "If you want to mess with me, don't do it here." He added

"Hey, Ebs, how's the party for you? Hating everything as usual?" Honey called, suddenly back in the ballroom.

Had he teleported?

However he did it, didn't really matter. All that mattered was that Ebony didn't seem very happy to see Honey.

"Tch, you see the two yer brother brought with him? I thought he had standards." Turning, Ebony walked around Honey to leave.... And smacked right into Riff. "Nice to see you again, Ebony." Riff smiled sweetly, being as friendly as she could be. It surprised Miracle and it also made Riff a Saint in their eyes. No way would Miracle be able to treat an asshole with such kindness! Ebony was taken aback by not just her friendliness but that smile. She had caught him so off guard that his face showed his surprise and a little more for just a moment. Then the scowl was back right as he turned and left the four alone. Riff immediately went to Mira and Blue, worry written all over her face. "You guys okay? Did he hurt you?"

As soon as Ebony began to leave, Blue released Mira from the blue magi . They shoved Blue a little, not appreciating getting manhandled like that. During which, Honey kept his eyes on Ebony as the dark skeleton moved through the crowd. "No..." Blue sighed, relaxing as he took out a hankie and began wiping his face with it. "That guy's a big meanie!" Miracle huffed, crossing their arms in a huff. "He was talking shit about our family, I couldn't stand for that!"

"And that's all it was: talk." Riff pointed out and hugged her friend tight.

"Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words can never hurt us.”

“Then I'm gonna throw a book at him.” Miracle grumbled. Soon, however, they let out a sigh, returning the hug with a soft squeeze.

“Don't let what he said get to you, Mira." She pulled back and gave them the best smile they had ever seen.

"Fiiine, I won't indulge him anymore, I still don't like him." Miracle huffed,

"We know the truth. And we won't let him get in the way of our fun." Then she took both Mira and Blue by the hands and led them all to the dance floor.

"C'mon! Let's have some fun!" She let go of Miracle and Blue and commandeered Honey into a dance.

Miracle giggled as they not so much as danced, but bounced with Blue on the dancefloor. Blue soon spun Miracle into Honey. And the brothers were so synchronized that Honey had traded Riff to Blue.

Honey was rather… tall. Extremely so. But it didn't stop Honey from dancing with Miracle. He found the solution by lifting them up onto his feet, making the two dance in unison. The four of them danced and spun around together. It didn’t matter to Miracle if they knew how to dance or not, they just moved with the music. Thankfully, the skeletons seemed to be adept at the art of dance.

Miracle was mostly being silly regardless, making it up as they went. And after Miracle dipped Riff and spun her back to Honey one final time, they faced Blue once again. In unison, they jumped towards one another and

The music changed.

The previous song had ended and now the band was playing a sweetly slow tune. Other dancers left the floor, leaving couples to dance together to a soft ballad.

Miracle didn’t know what to do and it seemed like neither did Blue.

Eventually, Blue outstretched his arm to Miracle, offering his hand to them. It took a second but Miracle grasped his hand and allowed Blue, their dear friend, to pull them into an embrace meant for…. People not them.

What were they?

Miracle followed Blue’s lead, swaying with him as their racing SOULbeat began to slow along with the dance. They noticed that Riff had a new partner, Ebony, but didn’t think much about it. They just kept close to Blue. And wished they could smell Blue’s scent through their mask.

Blue and Miracle separated as the music slowly began to kick up, looking at each other with stars in their eyes.

“HEY FAIRIES, GET OFF THE DANCE FLOOR!!!!”

Like glass shattering, Miracle’s world came to a stand still. Their SOUL dropped to the floor as if blue magic had been casted onto it. They were pretty sure they heard laughter. Was the crowd laughing at THEM? What was wrong??? What did they do??? Miracle thought that after they had left the hospital, that after they had joined the family, everything would be normal! Were they not normal????

The room spun around Miracle, the crowd growing and nearing closer. They could barely hear Blue’s voice as their ears pounded, though they could see his lips move.

Miracle had to leave.

Now.

“Mira!!!” Blue shouted as Miracle ran off, the pushing through the crowd to just… get out. They didn’t know where they were going. They just needed to get out of there.

.......

“Yeah! You better run!!!” the asshole yelled as Blue was about to run after Miracle. But that stopped him in his tracks. His hands clenched into balls of fists. Blue couldn’t take this, not for making his friend upset.

Blue teleported behind the asshole, grabbing hard onto his shoulder.

“Hey FRIEND, why don’t we we go somewhere nice and QUIET to talk?” Blue gritted through his smile.

.......

Miracle slammed the door closed as they ran into the bathroom. The rushed to the sink, screaming out a cry that would be sure to be drowned out by the party’s noise.

“THERE’S IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!!!” Miracle screamed, “I’M NOT AN AMNESIAC, I’M NOT JOHN DOE, I’M A MIRACLE, I AM MIRACLE!!!!” they screamed out everything they had wanted to scream at the asshole. But they couldn’t not with that crowd… They didn’t know they were scared of crowds. Miracle had always had their friends to make them feel better.

This was a revelation they didn’t need nor wanted.

Miracle curled up onto the counter, staring into their reflection, but seeing nothing. Remembering nothing. “There is nothing wrong with me.” they whispered, less sure of themself now.

"I could have avoided this" "I could have gone in a dress" "I have dresses, lots of them... why didn't I go in that???" Miracle murmured to themself. They adjusted their goggles,letting the moisture escape before the ink could.

"Dress or tux, you're still an absolutely beautiful person anyone would be blind to not appreciate." She said softly and gave them a smile through the mirror, tears sparkling at the edges of her sockets. "Fuck that asshole. He can go choke on a big bag of hairy baby dicks for his ignorance."

Miracle looked at the reflection of Riff behind them. It made the cleaner whirl around and rush to grab onto Riff so they could hug her. Crying some more on her shoulder before nodding. "That would be mean on the hairy baby dicks." They sniffled, giggling a little. "Did that meanie make you cry too?" Miracle asked, pulling away so they could take off their goggles. All the crying was obstructing their vision. But even with their goggles off, their face was darkened by... something. Something shiny that moved every once in a while. It reached out a little, but as it was moving out of Mira's face, Mira snapped their goggles back on.

"No," she said honestly and wiped at her sockets. "Seeing you hurting hurts me. I don't ever wanna see you cry. You're too sweet to cry." She reached up and placed her hand on the side of their head, her thumb gently stroking the edge of the air filter on the side of their breathing mask. "I would've beaten that guy to a bloody pulp had Blue not teleported away with him. No one makes my Mira feel bad for being themselves and gets away with it." She gave him a wink and a conspirator's smirk. "I woulda thrown his body into the sludge pit of my shop. I'm sure the Creature of the Black Pit would've enjoyed the snack." She was joking about the creature and Miracle knew it. But they couldn’t help to wish it be true.

Miracle giggled, blushing as Riff fussed over them. "Aww, it would have been fun melting him, ehehehe." They replied, "Though letting something eat him would do the job too... ooo, you should let it eat him alive." Miracle giggled, they were kind of joking... but also kind of not. Miracle would not shed a tear over that man if they found him dead on the ground.

"Wait, Blue teleported him?"

"Yeah." Riff wrapped her arm around their waist and started to lead them out of the bathroom. She wasn't sure if they felt up to going back to the party, but the place was huge. They could walk around and talk away from the crowd. "He went over to the human, said about going somewhere quiet to talk, and teleported out."

"Oh... so he had fun..." Miracle murmured, they had hoped Blue would have ignored the human. Just until after the party. They flinched when their phone started going off. let's go in the garden, you'll find something waiting. Right there where you left it, lying upside down.... "Hello? Blue? Oh we're in... the left wing I think?" Miracle said, looking over at Riff. "Okay.... okay... love you too..." They pocketed their phone again. "Blue wants to meet us here, is that okay with you? Ebony is with him..." they asked Riff.

“Yeah that’s fine.” Riff replied, “Maybe there’s a study around here we can wait for them in?”

"Sounds good, it'd be quieter in there too." Miracle added. Enough for them to have a decent conversation. Miracle took Riff's hand, looking around for a study until, finally, they found an office. It was dark and the walls were a red and black striped pattern. It looked like Boss Red's office. Miracle immediately looked for a pen and paper to leave a thank you note for the party, then drew a picture of Boss Red, Miracle, Riff, Blue, and even Ebony all riding in a boat attached to an air balloon on the back of the paper.

A ping went off, alerting Miracle of a text. It was Blue, asking for a more specific location. Which Miracle happily gave. They couldn’t wait to give Blue a hug.

“Mira” Riff whispered quietly, grabbing Miracle’s attention. Riff’s hands were shaking as she handed them several pieces of paper. “Boss needs to see these.”

Several pieces of paper with Bone Tibia Wild’s name on it.

Several pieces of paper with everyone’s name on it.

The fuck?

“First they stalk my friends and now this???” Miracle grumbled quietly. These couldn’t believe this! There was even stuff about them! Wait a second… A lot of this… were things they had only told Blue…. Blue.

They quickly stuffed the papers down their turtleneck shirt. It was the safest place with all of the layers they were currently wearing.

Riff pushed a hand through her hair and looked around. "Vivi." The dragon appeared almost instantly.

"Go outside. Tell me what you see." Vivi nodded and disappeared. She shut her sockets and concentrated on the link between her and her familiar.

"Mira, we have to go. We have to get those papers back to Boss Malenchka. She has to know." Vivi looked carefully around the hall to show there was no one in sight. "We gotta go now before Ebony and Blue gets here." The urgency in her voice was calm and firm.

Unlocking the door, Riff snapped her fingers to make Vivi fly ahead and looked around just to be safe.

"C'mon!"

"Aw, I was hoping to give Blue a proper goodbye." Miracle replied in a huff, walking out with Riff at a brisk pace. Not a full out run, but fast enough to be in a hurry.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!!!” Ebony bellowed at them

“Mira, get outta here." Riff said under her breath. "Get those papers to the Boss."

When the looked like they wanted to protest, she smiled reassuringly at them. "I'll be fine. Those are more important than me." Then she pulled some random papers from the purse she had hanging on her shoulder and turned to grin at Ebony.

"Come get me tough guy." She taunted with a saucy smirk and took off running down a corridor that lead deeper into the mansion.

Miracle shot off in a run, trying to get away from that freak; Ebony.

They were so focused on getting away all Miracle heard a slap and Blue yelling;

"Do NOT use your strings on my friends!"

Miracle looked over their shoulder, worried over Riff. But all they saw was blue.

Blue strings that was, not Blue the skeleton.

But Blue the skeleton was in their vision as well. Miracle grunted as the just as surprised monster slammed into them, tangling them up further into the blue strings Ebony had casted at them. The said dark skeleton had run off after Riff. Leaving Blue and Miracle tied to each other in a rather awkward position.

"Well--" Miracle wheezed. "Dont." Blue pleaded. "This is a--" "Mira..." "stringy situation." "I'm disowning you."

Miracle couldn’t help but giggle at Blue’s expense. The skeleton just rolled his eyelights, unimpressed by his cleaner friend.

It was rather easy for him to break out of the strings, as if he had done it several times before. He merely puffed up and pushed his shoulders outward to break the strings, freeing them both. Sort of.

Blue kept himself leaning over Miracle, glaring down at the cleaner. Miracle had never seen their friend like this before.

“Why were you running?” Blue asked, his voice sounding as if he were hurt. It squeezed Miracle’s heart. Especially since they had to do what was good for Bone Tibia Wild. It wasn’t personal, it was just business…. Okay it was personal. Very personal.

“Ebony was screaming at me, what would you have done? Stand there?” Miracle huffed, folding their arms and turning their head away. Miracle was sweating bullets, hoping Blue would buy it. They weren’t a spy and didn’t make a good one either.

But Blue seemed to like the answer as he stood up, offering his hand to help Miracle up. Which Miracle gladly took-- Oh, wait, no…

He was still mad.

Blue squeezed Miracle’s hand, close enough to break.

“What were those papers Riff was holding?” Blue grounded out, his eyelights gone. Fuck he was livid.

“Nothing…” Miracle replied, fiddling with their mask. They couldn’t meet Blue’s eyes.

“Miracle…” Blue growled.

He was about to open his mouth, to ask another question from Miracle. A question they wouldn’t be able to answer. Fear ran through them, they weren’t sure if they would be able to answer the question no matter how they lied. There was no other way….

With their mask thrown across the hall, Miracle pressed close to Blue. Their mouths united in a form of a kiss. It wasn’t a great kiss as it was one made out of fear and lies. But it was a kiss.

And it was enough to freeze Blue for a good minute. Enough to let Miracle get away.

“Thanks for dancing with me, seeya Blue!!!” Miracle yelled, running off as they waved goodbye.

“Uh huh…” Blue murmured, still confused by everything. He watched Miracle disappear around the corner, his jaw hanging slightly. Blue didn’t know how long he stood there, but soon he noticed the mask on the floor. Slowly, he picked it up, studying its features. He remembered a time before the mask. Before when only bandages had covered Miracle’s face. Rotten, old bandages hidden behind several layers of scarves and coats.

He didn’t feel same way back then as he did now. Before, Miracle had been a small, defenseless homeless person in need of a hot meal. But now? Blue’s eyelights narrowed into slits as a crooked smile formed on his skull.

Now, he understood what he felt.

#bone tibia wild #undertale #ocxcanon #canon x oc #mafiatale #mafiatale oc #undertale fanfic

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