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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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New tattoos (E.M)

Warning(s); Dom!Eddie,Daddy kink,casual dominance,ddlg undertones?,size kink,adhd/overly energetic reader.

Pairing(s); Eddie Munson X girlfriend! Reader

Summary; after coming back home from vacation you discover your boyfriend has a new tattoo.

A/n; don’t- I know I said no eddie fics for while but this has been stuck on my brain for WEEKS.

You nodded as your parents rambled on about being safe and to have fun,grabbing your bag from the car you left them to walk into the school. You were gonna spend the next few nights with Eddie since you’d just spent the whole summer in New York with your aunt. 3 months spent where your only communication was late night phone calls you were sure you cousins listened in on and letters. You were overly excited because Eddie said he had a surprise for you,one he thought you’d really enjoy.

He had hellfire first though so you figured you’d just meet him at the school to avoid the rather awkward conversation with your dad. You knocked on the drama club door and stepped inside. “Look, y’all’s lucky charm is back” Gareth commented and Eddie stood up rushing over to you. You squealed when he lifted you up with just one of his arms holding you close to his chest as he buried his head into your neck.

You giggled and held onto his neck waving at the other members who you oddly missed just as much. “Your back!” Dustin was up not long after Eddie and huffed prying you from Eddie’s grip. “Dude, you need to learn to share your girlfriend” dustin commented and Eddie scoffed. “with you? No way” regardless dustin hugged you and you hugged him right back smiling at how fond you really were over him.

“How was New York?” Mike asked as you sat your bag down to join Eddie on his throne. “It was alright. Nothing I hadn’t seen before” you slid between him and the table his hands reached out and held your waist before sitting back on his lap. You truly didn’t think there was a happier place for Eddie to be then right here. He went on with instructing the campaign and everyone once and a while you’d feel him squeeze your hips to stop the bouncing of your leg.

Eddie’s hands were one of your favorite things while they practically engulfed your own they just looked pretty. Pale and nimble you’d happily have them touching you in anyway all day you loved them. You especially liked his rings they really made his fingers look that much longer and made you think of dirty things. You subconsciously twisted his rings around his fingers helping keep yourself distracted to stop from constantly moving. You think he enjoys letting you do it just as much as you enjoy doing it.

However hellfire did come to a close and dustin was already going on about the next campaign. You helped Eddie clean up slipping his dice into there separate pouches and noticing a few new ones he got that had Tiny skulls painted on them. Eddie kept all his dnd dice separated by design and highest numbers he was very ocd about it but you managed to get it right every time.

You handed him the velvet bag of dice and he kissed your forehead finishing up. You bent down to pick your bag back up “AYE!” You jumped when you heard eddie yell “no ma’am I carry that, thank you!” He proudly picked you bag up and you smiled as he walked you to his van. He put the things Into the back while you slid into the passenger seat “how was Hawkins without me?” You asked as he climbed inside.

“Fucking unbearable. Well, me and Steve became sorta friends so not that bad” yes,Steve Harrington one of your best friends and ex co workers. “Soooo” you said and Eddie glanced up at you before focusing back on the road “so, what? If you want something you need to ask clearly baby” you rolled your eyes and huffed. “You said you had a surprise for me” Eddie nodded “impatient little thing, I’ll show you once we get back to the trailer” you pouted and crossed your arm.

“Hey.” Eddie’s voice turned more stern like how it does right after you break rules. “Don’t pout or I won’t let you see anything.” The added pressure to the word anything quickly made you stop your little pout.

Eddie finally pulled into his trailer park and came to a stop outside his own. You quickly slid out and helped him unlock the door since his hands were full. “Where’s Wayne?” You asked and Eddie shrugged “I’ve no clue but he’s off so maybe he’s just out” you nodded and made a b-line for his room. It smelled of cheep cologne,weed and oddly old metal. You wasted no time and tugged your shirt over your head swapping it for one of his Metallica ones that engulfed you.

“Always stealing my shit. You’re such a little thief” he teased and you smiled “admit it, you like that I steal your shit” he gasped dramatically “such bad language. You outta wash your mouth out with soap little girl” you smiled up at him working your doe eyes to look innocent like you always did. “Will daddy do it for me?” You asked tone soft and brimming with faux innocence “just want my fingers down your throat, naughty thing” you giggled and he placed a wet kiss to your lips.

“What’s my surprise?” You asked and Eddie sighed “Jesus, fine.” He hooked his arms under his shirt and tugged it over his head. Your eyes scanned over the tattoos that littered his chest a mischievous grin settling over your lips. You wanted to trace everyone one of them with your tongue. “I missed your tattoos” you went to wrap your arms around his neck but he stopped you “excuse me, there’s a new one.” You furrowed your brows and scanned over his chest once more.

Suddenly your eyes landed on the black ink settled on the right side of his lower abdomen. The tattoo read off the name ‘daddy’ in your handwriting “holy fuck.” You said and Eddie chuckled “you like it?” You nodded fingers tracing over the ink. It was still slightly red meaning it wasn’t completely done healing. You giggled and Eddie watched as you looked back up at him “what’re you gonna do when we start going to the pool and people ask why you have ‘daddy’ tattooed on you?” He shrugged ringed fingers coming to hold the sides of your face.

“I’ll look at them dead on and say I’ve got a little girl at home that just loves calling me that.” You felt blush rise on your cheeks “then, I’ll go in to tell them just how cute you sound when your whining it because I won’t let you cum” “Eddie!” You huffed and hit his chest. “So violent, thought I trained you better then that” the whimper you let out was muffled by his lips pressing to yours heatedly.

Eddie pushed you back until your fell back onto his squeaky mattress grinning from above you. “My shy little baby.” He cooed dropping down onto his mattress above you,caging you in like you were a animal. He dipped his head down and you both heard the front door close with a slam. Eddie sighed and drooped his head his curls tickling your face as you giggled at his uncles bad timing. “Eddie! Did you get y/n yet?” He yelled towards the bedroom, his door was open but recently before you left Eddie changed his room around so you couldn’t see the pair of you on his bed. He sat back on his knees “yeah! She’s with me! We will be there in a sec!” He grumbled and got up slipping his shirt back on.

He was facing you so you took the opportunity before his shirt fell all the way down you sat up quickly nipping at his new tattoo making him hiss. “That hurt you fucking brat” he gripped your jaw and you smiled proudly up at him “sorry, daddy.” He eyes you for minute before roughly dropping your chin almost shoving it from his hand. Wayne knocked before peaking around his open door “there she is! My favorite daughter-in-law” you smiled widely and got up running to hug Wayne. He was just as much of your dad as your biological one.

“I got pizza for dinner if you two are hungry” you turned in Wayne’s hold to look back at Eddie “oh I’m starving” you said smirking at your boyfriend who just gave you a death stare. “Good,let’s eat” Wayne kept his arm around your shoulders as the two of you left Eddie in his room to go eat.

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sesamestreet47 · 3 years

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Bartender [part 1 of the Bartender little series]

aged up!Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader

she/her for the reader & he/him for Camilo

!the drinking age in Colombia is eighteen years old, that’s why Camilo, Mirabel and Y/N are aged up!

fluff, a bit of angst

takes place three years post-canon

word count: 7294

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

MASTERLIST

“Goodnight” (part 2) // “Surprise” (part 3)

“Congratulations, Dolores. I’m so happy for you, you look absolutely stunning.”

Y/N kissed Dolores’ cheek. The latter smiled brightly. The freshly wedded couple had just arrived back at the Casita where the party was supposed to be taking place. Dolores wiped her hands against her white dress. She cupped the material in her hands, which caused the skirt lift a bit. Her lips curved into a smile as the realization that she was now a wife slowly dawned on her. Not a girlfriend, not a fiancée, not a bride. A wife.

“Thank you, Y/N.” she grabbed the teen’s hands with her own. She held them tightly and let out a shaky breath.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just still in shock that it actually happened.” Dolores let out a chuckle with tears forming in her eyes. “I’m not dreaming, am I? Y/N?”

“I assure you, you’re not, hon,” Y/N laughed. “You got married and it was beautiful.”

“Yeah, even mamá didn’t cry. I was a little stressed when I saw the clouds, but fortunately, she held it in.” Dolores’ voice was quiet but fast. “I gotta thank her, I’ll give her a big kiss on the cheek, you know?”

Y/N lightly shook the young woman’s hands to bring her back to the ground as she noticed she was starting to ramble. “See? But if it was a dream, I’d be really flattered you were dreaming of me.” Y/N elbowed the girl smirking slightly. Dolores giggled at that.

The tension in her shoulders disappeared. She felt her breathing come back to its regular pattern. She looked at the teen girl with a genuine and sweet smile.

“Thank you,”

“Yeah.” Y/N returned the gesture. “Now, go to your husband. Unlike Pepa, he probably couldn’t keep the happy tears in.”

Dolores nodded and she left looking for her groom. Her ear sticking out in hopes of hearing the tears of ecstasy.

Y/N watched her friend walk away. Her eyes lingered on the veil before they moved to the various embroidered decorations at the bottom of her skirt. White like the rest of the creation, so they wouldn’t take the attention from the one wearing it. Still, it was a nice touch. “What a beautiful bride,” she whispered to herself.

She was brought back from her trance when she felt someone tugging at her dress. She looked down.

“Hola, Antonio,” she greeted the youngest Madrigal. “What’s up? Are you asking me to dance with you?”

Antonio’s eyes widened like he realized something big. “Wait, can I?” the kid asked, excitement appearing in his eyes.

“If you want to. I know what a fabulous dancer you are, so I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up though.” Y/N kneeled in front of the eight-year-old. Antonio smiled at her, but then shook his head.

“Ay, maybe later. My toucan told me that Mirabel is looking for you,” he said and grabbed Y/N’s hand pulling her towards the minibar, where his cousin was sitting.

Y/N yelped. Antonio had a surprisingly strong grip for a kid.

Mirabel smiled at the sight. It was very amusing to see her friend being tugged harshly by her little primo.

“Fancy seeing you here.” she greeted her.

“Don’t hog her for too long, okay?” Antonio pleaded and run off. Probably on his way to brag to his mamá about finding a new potential dance partner. Y/N and Mirabel exchanged looks before laughing wholeheartedly at the cute interaction. Y/N sat down on a stool next to the Madrigal girl. She spun around on it, which only caused Mirabel to roll her eyes. Y/N dramatically stopped and rested her elbow on the counter of the mini bar.

“Alright, amiga. Why did you summon me?”

“You’re funny,” Mirabel scoffed. “I just wanted to talk to my friend, seeing how I haven’t hung out with her for almost six months.”

“Missed me much, I see?” Y/N smirked. “God, you can’t live without me.”

Mirabel smacked her forehead with a snicker. “Shut up.”

Y/N laughed. Mirabel grabbed a drink that was standing on the bar, motioning to the bartender to make one for her friend as well.

“Y’all did a hell of a job. That was a beautiful wedding,” Y/N complimented. Mirabel nodded with a smile.

“Yep, we sure did.” she shook her glass looking at the swirling liquid. “I’m starting to think our family’s gift is just the ability to organize fancy parties.”

Y/N grinned. The bartender put her drink in front of her. She thanked him with a smile before bringing the glass to her lips.

Bitter. She thought.

Having just turned eighteen, she still wasn’t used to the taste of alcoholic drinks.

“Jeez, look at Abuela.” Mirabel pointed at her grandma who, despite being a seventy-year-old woman, was stealing the spotlight on the dance floor. Her son-in-law Félix was hyping her up. “She loves these things. Whenever there’s an occasion, she’ll make sure to celebrate as big as possible.”

“I still remember the party for the birth of Muñoz’ fifth child. She got the whole town involved,” Y/N added. “She made Isa grow flowers everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I was coughing petals for at least a week afterwards.”

Mirabel chuckled, putting her glass down. “See? I’ll be surprised if after today, she won’t stop fantasizing about another wedding for one of her grandkids,”

Y/N turned to stare at Mirabel. She put her glass down as well. “You think she’ll try and set up one of you? After what happened to Isa?”

“Maybe. After all, Mariano did marry a Madrigal, so she got what she wanted,”

Y/N hummed, she looked around in thought.

“No, I know that look. What are you thinking?” Mirabel sighed.

“Nothing!” Y/N exclaimed almost offended. “Just wondering who’ll be her next target.”

Mirabel’s eyes widened. She smirked.

“Ooh, okay. This could be fun.” she moved her stool closer to Y/N. “Let’s see, Dolores is already wedded so that leaves us with five kids.”

“Four. She’s not gonna set up an eight-year-old, for Christ’s sake,” Y/N pointed out. Mirabel nodded.

“Right. Although, if you think about it, Antonio will probably get married before Camilo,”

Y/N opened her mouth to ask why she thought that way, but was interrupted by the bartender loudly clearing his throat. The girls turned to look at him confused. The man looked around flustered before going back to cleaning the glasses. Y/N noticed his furrowed brows. What’s got him so mad?

“Why?” she turned back to Mirabel, ignoring the barman.

“Please, Antonio may be younger, but he’s twice as mature as his older brother,”

Y/N opened her mouth, but quickly closed it when she realized she didn’t have a counterargument. “Yep, I suppose you’re right,”

They heard a scoff next to them. They eyed the bartender, before looking at each other. Mirabel set Y/N a look that said what is up with this guy? To what Y/N responded with her eyes, no clue, hon.

“Okay…” Mirabel trailed back to their conversation. “We can cross out Isa too. I think Abuela learned that it’s better to let her be.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. “Luisa? I can’t really picture that, if I’m being honest.”

“Agreed. Men are scared of her.”

“As they should. But what about women?”

The girls looked at each other and Mirabel pressed her lips into a thin line. She tapped her chin lost in thought. “You know what? We’ll keep this one as a maybe.”

“You?”

“Me? Abuela won’t get anything out of this. I’m gift-less remember?” Mirabel snickered.

“She’ll get a wedding, right? Isn’t that what we’re talking about?” Y/N shrugged. “Besides, you have plenty of gifts.”

Mirabel looked at her with squinted eyes, indicating she wanted the girl to elaborate.

“You can sing, dance, sew. I mean Dolores’ dress? A work of art.” Y/N exclaimed.

Mirabel smiled gratefully. A few weeks back, Dolores had asked her to touch up her mother’s old wedding dress. She had told her that she wanted to bring a piece of everyone with her as she walks down the aisle. Dolores had always thought that Mirabel’s skirt is a lovely way to always have loved ones close to her, so she decided she wanted something similar on the most important dress of her life. When Mirabel heard all that, she cried. She cried for an hour. Out of all the finest tailors in Encanto, she picked Mirabel, her youngest prima. So touching. Mirabel had never put so much love in embroidery. She used only white thread to sew a little something that represented each member of the family. The decorations could be seen along the bottom of the dress, it’s sleeves and neckline. Such a simple detail, but made the whole dress so much more unique and meaningful. Dolores had never hugged anyone so tightly in her life as she had Mirabel when she showed her the finished product.

“Thank you, amiga, but still I don’t think Abuela’s making me get married anytime soon.”

Y/N shrugged as if to say you never know, but didn’t say anything else.

“So that leaves…” Mirabel wondered. She furrowed her brows and started counting her siblings and cousins on her fingers. “… no one.”

The girls looked at each other, before covering their mouths in laughter.

“No wonder Abuela’s going all in on the dance floor tonight. I think, just like us, she figured this is the last wedding in a long time.” Y/N said in between chuckles. Mirabel wiped a tear from her eye. “Yeah-“

“Okay, that’s enough!”

For the third time that night, Y/N’s and Mirabel’s heads snapped towards the bartender. Their expressions quickly changed from annoyed to horrified, when the man turned and in his place stood no other than the family’s shapeshifter.

“I am perfectly capable of marrying someone!” he exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at his cousin.Y/N was shocked and so was Mirabel. They didn’t respond for a whole minute. They looked at each other with fear in their eyes. “And I’m not immature!” Camilo continued.

Mirabel snickered at that, her usual smile reappearing on her features. “Said the guy, who just eavesdropped our whole conversation pretending to be a barman,”

After the initial shock, Y/N squinted her eyes. She suspiciously eyed the Madrigal boy and then moved her eyes to the drinks he apparently made. Her eyes widened in realization when she noticed the lack of liquid in the glasses.

“Oh, I don’t think he did that so he could eavesdrop,” she said picking up her glass. Mirabel eyed the glass she was holding and then looked at her own. Her eyebrows shot up.

“Camilo! Have you been stealing the drinks?!” she yelled, barely containing her anger. Camilo bit his lip and looked around for an escape. Before the girls could react, he shifted into a little boy and started running. He didn’t get far as Y/N swiftly grabbed his collar and yanked him towards her. She sat little-boy-Camilo on her lap. Mirabel eyed him. “What the hell, Camilo?”

“Okay, sorry jeez. I just wanted to test my bartending skills. Turns out I’m pretty good and the drinks were tasty. You just left yours there, not paying attention, so I went for it,” he explained with a sigh.

Y/N had to contain her smile because even though she knew it was Camilo, all she saw was a little boy talking about bartending.

“Are you drunk?” Mirabel asked. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Camilo swatted her hands out of his face in annoyance. “I’m not drunk! And keep it down, okay? My sister has super hearing for Christ’s sake.”

“So you’re sober?” Y/N chimed in. Little-boy-Camilo nodded. “Okay… Even if I do this?” she asked cheekily.

Before Camilo could ask what she meant by that, Y/N bounced her legs up and down a bit. Camilo grabbed the counter of the bar.

“Stop that,” he pleaded and Y/N obeyed, yet was still grinning. “Fine, I’m a little dizzy, but other than that I’m feeling great! Back to the marriage thing,” Camilo shifted back into his usual self, remaining on Y/N’s lap. “I’m willing to bet I’ll be the next one at the altar.”

Mirabel scoffed and Y/N was too busy registering the position she found herself in. Her breath hitched, She couldn’t help but notice Camilo was really light. She didn’t even try to push him off of her lap, seeing how comfortable he has made himself.

“Right, you’ve never dated anyone in your entire life,” Mirabel pointed out.

Camilo shrugged. “Dating’s overrated. I’m a Madrigal, I can just come up to someone, pop the question and boom! Marriage,” he said almost hitting Y/N with his wild gestures. She caught his hand just in time before it collided with her face.

Only then did Camilo notice that he was still on her lap. Yet instead of getting off, he smiled mischievously. Y/N inhaled sharply through her nose, mentally preparing for some nonsense to come out of Camilo’s mouth. Camilo turned back to his cousin.

“Like Y/N over here, see? I bet she’d say yes if I proposed,”

“What the fu-“ Y/N started.

“Are you nuts?” Mirabel exclaimed at the same time. Camilo laughed clutching his stomach.

“Think about this though, she has no reason to decline,” he started explaining after gaining back his composure. “You two will see each other every day, Y/N will gain some recognition in the village and she’ll marry someone she’s attracted to.”

Mirabel choked on her spit. Y/N coughed to hide her red cheeks that warmed up due to the embarrassment she was feeling.

“Who told you I’m attracted to you?” she asked. “I’m not.”

Camilo looked at her with a smirk and leaned closer. “Then why am I still on your lap, mi vida?” he asked with a low voice and that stupid smile. “I believe you have a little crush on me,”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line and looked at him unamused. “Well, I believe you’re drunker than you think,” she said and with one swift movement pushed him off of her lap. Camilo yelped and stumbled in his step, but managed to not fall onto the floor. He laughed to cover his flustered state and crossed his arms looking at Y/N. The girl stared him down with visible frustration on her face.

Then, in the corner of her eye, she spotted Antonio who waved at her. She turned to Camilo. “Lovely chat, but I gotta go. You know, the other, more mature, Madrigal boy is waiting for me.” she smiled fakely and made her way towards Antonio. She promised him a dance, after all, right?

Camilo scoffed, looking at her figure.

“I’m willing to take that bet. I have a feeling I’ll win, primo.” Mirabel said, elbowing Camilo and following Y/N. She quickly found her sisters and joined them on the dance floor.

Camilo rolled his eyes. Dusting himself off, he went back to the minibar.

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“Come on, Y/N. One more song, please?” Antonio pleaded the older girl.

Y/N left the dance floor. She rested her hands on her knees, trying to catch a breath. Her body hadn’t stopped moving for fifteen songs before the exhaustion finally caught up with her. Her legs felt like jelly, she couldn’t lift her arms and she was in desperate need of a chair and a glass of water. She was absolutely worn out. Her dance partner, on the other hand, was looking better than ever. She couldn’t spot a single drop of sweat on his face. He looked like he could go on forever. Antonio could store so much energy inside that little body of his that it was honestly scaring Y/N.

“Not a chance, Toñito. That is, unless you want me to pass out in the middle of the room?” she chuckled lightly. She put a hand on her rib where she felt a cramp forming. She lifted her head a bit by doing so and her gaze just so happened to lay on the main characters of the night. Dolores’ arms were tightly wrapped around one of her partner’s. Her head rested on his shoulder as she watched the party with dreamy eyes. Mariano also had a dreamy look on his face, but his was directed at his wife.

Cute. Y/N thought.

“How about you ask your sister to dance?” she smiled at the boy.

He followed her gaze, standing on his tiptoes to see his older sibling. He looked back at Y/N and the sudden frown on his face didn’t go unnoticed by her. “Something wrong?”

“You think she’ll let me dance with her?”

Y/N kneeled down to match Antonio’s level. “Of course! Why wouldn’t she?”

Antonio fiddled with his fingers. “She’s been avoiding me these past few weeks,” he whispered looking down. Y

/N felt her eyes watering, he looked so sad. And Antonio was the last person on this planet that deserved to be sad. She took his little hands into her own. “Dolores was just preoccupied with the wedding, you know? I’m sure you asking her to dance will be one of the best gifts she’ll receive today. She probably misses you just as much,”

Antonio smiled lightly and hugged Y/N. “Thanks,”

“Yeah, now go and try to make your sister as tired as you made me,”

Antonio chuckled and run off to Dolores. Just as Y/N predicted, her eyes brightened at the sight of her youngest brother. Y/N saw her nod her head eagerly and soon the siblings were stepping onto the dance floor. Dolores placed Antonio’s feet on her own before grabbing his hands and swaying from side to side. Both of them had huge grins on their faces and Y/N decided she had never seen anything more adorable.

Y/N felt a cold breeze at the back of her neck. She smiled at the soothing feeling. She inhaled deeply and soon her breath came back to normal.

“Hold on…” she muttered realizing something. She looked up and saw what she feared. Dark clouds. And exactly in that moment, she felt another, stronger, breeze on her skin.

Ay, Señora Pepa, what’s happening? She asked herself.

She looked around hoping to find the mother of the bride.

“Pepi, amor, the clouds,” she heard Señor Félix’s faint voice. It was coming from the kitchen.

It seemed the exhaustion vanished from her system, as Y/N marched into the room with a newfound speed. She saw Pepa walking in circles, bolts of lightning shooting from a cloud above her head.

Oh, she was mad. Not good, not good.

Her husband was desperately trying to get her to drink some tea that Mirabel (who Y/N just noticed) was pouring into a cup. Once Pepa saw Y/N, she tried to smile, but her tight jaw prevented the smile to look genuine. Bolts of Lightning calmed down a bit at least.

“Is everything okay, Señora Pepa?” she asked carefully stepping further into the room.

“Yes-“

“It’s Camilo,” Félix interrupted her which caused his wife to shoot him a dirty look.

Y/N looked at Mirabel puzzled. Mirabel just gave her a look that said don’t even get me started and grabbed the teacup giving it to her aunt. Pepa accepted the beverage and sighed.

“He got drunk,” she explained and took a sip from her cup. She smiled gratefully at her youngest niece sitting down on a chair. Y/N’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something, but Pepa continued.

“I don’t care, of course! I’m his mother alright, but he’s eighteen. He can make his own decisions and, for all I care, getting drunk can be one of them!” Pepa paused to take a sip. “But tonight?! It’s his only sister’s wedding for the love of-. Little brat, always doing everything to be in the spotlight!”

Félix gently massaged his wife’s shoulders and soon the cloud dispersed. Pepa’s jaw was still clenched.

“We don’t know where he is,” Mirabel said, walking over to her friend. “He run off after Pepa found him trying to eat the frozen dough my mom prepared for tomorrow’s Almojábanas.”

Y/N had to press her lips together really tightly so that she wouldn’t start laughing. Seeing Mirabel’s expression, she knew she was doing the same thing.

“Great,” Y/N sighed. “It’s only a matter of time before he makes a complete fool out of himself.”

Mirabel nodded. “I’ll go check the party, maybe he’s wandering somewhere. Hopefully, I’ll get to him before Dolores sees him.” she patted Y/N shoulder and returned to the patio.

Y/N walked over to Pepa. “You should go and enjoy the party, Señora,”

“But-“

“I’m sure Dolores wouldn’t want you to worry on a day like this,” she cut the woman off. The girl grabbed her hands gently and pulled her up. “I’ll look for him and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. You have my word,” she reassured her.

Pepa smiled gratefully and gave Y/N a big kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you,” Félix whispered to Y/N as he guided his wife out of the kitchen. Y/N watched them leave, before clasping her hands together.

“Alright Madrigal,” she sighed. “where the hell are you?”

—

Camilo was not in his room. He wasn’t on the first floor at all actually. Y/N didn’t find him in the gardens as well.

What if I did find him, but he was pretending to be someone else?

Y/N dreaded that thought. If that was the case, everything would’ve been way harder. She went back to the ground floor, the party still lively. She noticed Mirabel dancing with Dolores. Probably to distract her from finding out her brother was most likely laying somewhere passed out. That or Mirabel decided her primo was not worth her precious time. Both equally likely to be true.

Living in a small village like Encanto meant that everyone knew each other more or less. Y/N decided she could use it to her advantage. Her eyes scanned the room, trying to point out even the slightest changes in the behavior of Encanto residents, hoping one of them is actually the boy she was looking for.

Maybe drunk Camilo is a forgetful Camilo? Maybe he forgot he’s a shapeshifter? That would be nice.

She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. She went over to the minibar - the place that started it all. She sat down on a stool, Y/N didn’t spin this time. She was in no mood for that.

“Y/N?”

She snapped her head towards the sudden voice. She stood up abruptly, seeing Camilo leaning against the wall. The moment she locked eyes with him, he smiled brightly and skipped over to her.

“Hi,” he said with a grin. He looked like an excited child, swinging back and forth on the balls of his feet. What’s gotten him so happy?

“Hi? That’s what I get? Do you have any ide-hmph!”

Before she could start getting angry, Camilo cut her off with… A hug. He slid his hands under her arms and tightly wrapped them around her waist. His face was buried in the crook of her neck. Y/N’s cheeks flushed when she felt his warm, alcohol-smelling breath on her skin. “Camilo?”

“Shush, you’re too loud, princesa.”

Camilo hugged her tighter, slightly lifting her of the ground. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck when she stopped feeling the floor underneath her feet.

“Oh, dios mío, Camilo.” she sighed not letting go. “How are you feeling?”

Camilo smiled and Y/N could feel that. Her face became even warmer. “Better now, that you found me.”

“Yeah, okay.” the cheeky Camilo she knew was still there. “We should get you to bed.”

Camilo loosened the grip on her figure and faced her with a smirk. Y/N hit his arm.

“No.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“The look on your face was enough. Let’s go.” she grabbed his wrist and started leading him towards the stairs.

“Ay, hermosa, are you mad at me?” Camilo pouted. Y/N didn’t respond. Just tugged on his hand.

“Y/N, mi vida, princesa, cariña,” Camilo whined. “Mi amor.”

Y/N shot him an angry look. A furious one actually. Camilo just laughed and then it was his turn to pull Y/N by her hand. And so he did just that, making them stop just in front of his room. Y/N glared at him. Camilo tapped her nose. Her death stares were not working well, that dumbass was grinning from ear to ear.

“Don’t be mad at me,” he whispered.

Silence.

“Please,”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’ll think about it. Did you throw up? How bad is it?”

She inspected his face and Camilo smiled wider, if that was even possible. But then his expression fell and his gaze spaced out. “You know, now that you mention this…”

Y/N’s eyes widened in fear. She grabbed his shoulders, turned him so his back was facing her.

“Okay, bathroom it is.” she rushed him towards the baño.

—

“Thanks, Mira,”

Camilo was not in a good state. He may have stopped puking fifteen minutes ago, but there was no way he’d stand up on his own. Y/N didn’t let him leave the bathroom. First, his head had to stop spinning. She was guarding the bathroom’s door, when Mirabel came to check on them, with a glass of water and one of Julieta’s arepas.

“Is he okay?” Mirabel asked.

“Nope,” Y/N responded, taking the drink and snack from her friend’s hands.

“Good. Karma,”

Y/N shot her an amused look. “This your cousin for Christ’s sake,” she said with laughter. Mirabel shrugged.

“Eh.” she pulled her glasses up her nose. “You got this, right?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry. He’s not the only fine babysitter in town,”

Mirabel chuckled and made her way downstairs. Presumably to assure Pepa that her son was in good hands.

Y/N stepped into the bathroom, closing the door with her foot. She sat down in front of the shapeshifter. Camilo shot her a lopsided grin. He opened his mouth to say something, but the girl stopped him by shoving the arepa in his mouth.

“Eat. You’ll feel better,” she said and gave him the glass of water. He took it and almost spilled the liquid all over the floor.

Still tipsy. Y/N thought. He couldn’t see straight.

“So,” Y/N started. “wanna tell me why you drunk so much?”

Camilo looked at her puzzled. He swallowed the food before answering. “I told you already, turns out I make pretty decent drinks,”

Y/N shook her head. “No. That’s the version you told me and Mirabel. What’s the version you’re gonna tell me? You know, just me,”

There was no doubt about Y/N being Mirabel’s best friend. Ever since they were eight years old they had been stuck to the hip. The Madrigals quickly took a liking to the girl and in no time she was being treated like a part of the family. Y/N had this ability, this gift, to be able to befriend just about everyone. Camilo was no exception. He liked her too. A lot. He just expressed that in his own way. By teasing and calling her pet names, of course. But, truth to be told, he did consider Y/N one of his closest friends. And while Mirabel was Y/N’s secret keeper, Y/N was his. He liked knowing someone outside of his family is willing to listen to his stupid rants. She knew some pretty wild stuff about him, that no one else did. Well, maybe except of his sister. The point was that Camilo could trust Y/N, because she saw right through him anyway.

He groaned covering his face. He hit his head against the wall that he was resting his back on and looked up.

“Ay, mi corazón, you know me too well,” he chuckled, the smile reappearing on his face. “I guess… It’s just the whole wedding thing, you know. Makes one contemplate all their life choices and stuff.”

“Are you having an existential crisis? I can’t deal with a breakdown and drunk Camilo, nope. I only have two hands,”

“No,” Camilo laughed lightly. “I don’t know, life moves fast and shit. God, I’m so drunk.”

“Alright, take it easy, amigo,”

Y/N crawled across the floor and positioned herself next to the boy. Their hips were touching, but none of them minded, having been this close before. She turned her head towards the counter next to them and reached into a drawer. Her arm was twisted at a funny angle as she was scouring the inside of the drawer. After a few seconds, she took out a black pen. She grinned in victory. She spun the pen in her fingers, turning back to Camilo and that was when he realized she was holding an eyeliner. Taking Camilo's hand in her own, she took the cap off using her teeth and began doodling on the back of his palm. Nothing specific, just random shapes and words. The boy looked at her with a smile and half-lidded eyes. He placed his head on her shoulder, his curls brushing against her cheek.

“Are you mad at me?” Camilo asked quietly.

No. Y/N wrote on his palm.

“Good,” he nodded tiredly. “Y/N?”

She hummed waiting for whatever he had to say.

“Do you ever want to get married?”

She stopped in her tracks. Her grip on the eyeliner tightened. She looked at him, eyes wide and eyebrows high.

“I… I don’t know,” she said truthfully.

Camilo wrapped his hand around her palm. He started playing with her fingers. “Well, you should. You’d make a beautiful bride,”

“Oh, I know, Milo.” she replied cheekily. Her voice filled with pride. Camilo chuckled, his cheeks and nose pink and Y/N wondered whether it was because of the comment he had made or his drunken state.

“Y/N, you know I like you, right?”

“I like you too Camilo. Usually,”

“I want you to always be in my life,”

“Is this another proposal?”

“Don’t go anywhere, mi vida. Promise me that.” he ignored her question.

Camilo grabbed her cheeks, rather harshly and sloppily, and made her look at him. Y/N felt the words stuck in her throat as she stared into his eyes. His gaze was pleading and she could see his eyes becoming glassy like he was about to cry.

“I promise,” she ensured him.

Camilo nodded with satisfaction and let go of her face. “Good, that’s good.” he sighed, closing his eyes. Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Was Camilo falling asleep? God, she hoped so.

“I don’t think I like being a shapeshifter anymore,”

Nope, far from falling asleep.

“Why is that?” Y/N wondered.

“Because,” he choked out. “I’m only important when I’m not myself.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Camilo…”

“Could you help me get to my room?” he cut her off.

The girl blinked at the sudden change of topic and a confused sound left her mouth. She watched Camilo trying to stand up, his gaze was successfully avoiding hers. He seemed flustered and embarrassed like he was suddenly filled with regret. Like he thought that sudden confession was too much. “Please?”

She swallowed and nodded. She tightly wrapped her right arm around his torso, helping him up to his feet. Her other hand took his and she swung around her shoulder. Her hand started caressing his palm. Camilo stumbled, but fortunately, Y/N’s firm grip prevented him from ending up on the floor again. She slowly and carefully led him to his bedroom.

She looked at him from the corner of her eye. Her lips parted slightly, the words got stuck in her throat. She wanted to tell him, tell him that he was important. Hell, he was probably one of the most important people in her life. She wanted to tell him that it was okay to feel that way and that he could tell her more. She wanted to tell him she was there and that she’ll always be. She promised after all, right? She wanted to tell him he could be sad, angry, scared when around her. He didn’t have to act like the cheeky chameleon everyone assumed he was.

Camilo, don’t shut me out.

But she remained silent.

—

Camilo hadn’t said anything since getting out of the baño. The only sounds he made were the occasional sniffs. He was sitting at the edge of his bed with his head down. He couldn’t remember how exactly he ended up there, but was thankful he did. Y/N stood in front of him. She carefully removed the black waistcoat that his tío Augustín had lent him. Camilo didn’t even realize how much it felt like a rib crushing hug on him.

“Do you need anything?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I could go grab more water-”

“No!” Camilo exclaimed as he grabbed her wrist. Y/N looked at him, startled. “Just… Just stay…”

“Okay, sure,”

Camilo’s grip on her wrist loosened and his hand slid down to her palm. He intertwined their fingers together. He lightly pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her waist, his head leaned against her stomach. Camilo’s breath hitched as he felt her fingers sliding in his locks, Y/n’s scent reached his nostrils. She smelled like almonds. Very sweet, but not too sweet. But perhaps his own smell, the alcoholic one, was mixing with hers, taking away some of that sweetness. Whatever the scent was, Camilo decided he wouldn’t let go of the girl if it meant he could smell it forever.

“You wanna talk about what you said back there?” she asked with caution.

“What do you mean?”

“Camilo, come on. You’re worrying me,”

“I am?” he asked, looking up at her. Y/N rolled her eyes when she noticed the corner of his mouth lifting up. “No te preocupes, hermosa. I was just joking. That’s like… my whole thing, right?”

“Ay, Camilo,”

Y/N untangled herself from his grip at which Camilo had to fight the urge to groan in disappointment. She sat on his bed, legs crossed, and she motioned for him to do the same. With a sigh, he obliged and sat facing her. Camilo thought that they looked like they were about to play battleship. But then he realized that was a bad observation because they didn’t have the game. The alcohol was making him really dumb. What kind of thought even was that?

Y/N leaned forward with her hands on her knees. She eyed Camilo with squinted eyes and thin lips. The shapeshifter almost looked away. Her heavy gaze was not making him comfortable. Suddenly he felt very, very small and very, very vulnerable. Like Y/N was looking directly into his soul and mind. He didn’t like that. He was going to snap soon and start shapeshifting out of nervousness. So he decided to do the next best thing.

“Like what you see?” he asked cheekily trying to cover the agitation with a smug look.

Nothing in his eighteen years of life had prepared him for her response.

“Yes,” she said matter of factly. “You’re a beautiful boy, Camilo.”

Chaos. That was what commenced in his head. His thoughts started flying everywhere, he was sure that his mind looked like one of his mom’s hurricanes. All his usual remarks got lost somewhere and his mind went blank. His cheeks got warm and red, so did his nose and neck. He tried to say something, anything. But all that came out were quiet and pathetic attempts to form simple words. His breath hitched and his pupils got small.

“W-what?” he stuttered.

“You’re a beautiful boy,” Y/N repeated with such calm that it made Camilo shiver. “You’re beautiful when you’re you, Camilo.”

“I-”

“Has no one ever told you that?” Y/N asked. But she didn’t wait for a response.

She changed her position and crawled over to the boy in front of her. They were now inches apart and Camilo could see her face very clearly. He noticed a little scar close to her eyebrow and wondered if it had always been there. Y/N grabbed his forearm.

“You have pretty arms,” she started carefully. “I like your elbows, especially when you use them to shove me when you find out you won the bet we had.”

Camilo’s head was empty, he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move or think. All he could do was stare intensely at his friend. Y/N dropped his arm and pushed some of his hair out of his forehead.

“I like your forehead,” she continued with a shrug. “Because it’s a perfect spot to flick you when you do something dumb, like today.” she flicked him lightly. “Also, I like how this is the only spot you let Pepa kiss because it’s less embarrassing than a kiss on the cheek.”

Camilo involuntarily raised his gaze as if he was trying to see his forehead. Y/N smiled at that. She cupped his face next.

“I like your face a lot, especially your freckles. They look like constellations.” she rubbed her thumb on his cheeks. “I like your lips too.”

“Wait, what?” he said gently, genuinely surprised.

“Yeah, I like when they curve into a smile, you have a pretty smile,”

“You mean it?”

“It’s kind of addicting to look at,” she added and that made Camilo smile. Y/N booped his nose and returned to her previous position.

She sighed and looked at the boy. He looked back and their eyes met. And Camilo swore he saw the purest admiration in her gaze. Like she was looking at the most precious thing ever. He hoped it wasn’t just his drunk brain playing tricks on him. Oh god, he really hoped so. They stayed like this for a while. Eyes locked, smiles on their faces and the feeling of the almond smell hugging them.

“You should get some rest. You need to be in form when Dolores sends Isabela to hunt you down tomorrow.” Y/N stood up and ruffled his hair. Camilo grinned like a little kid.

“That’s smart, you’re a smart one, you know,” he said on one breath. Y/N scoffed. Camilo stood up abruptly, making her step back in surprise.

“But first,” Camilo skipped over to his desk. He regretted that instantly feeling his gut twist. He grabbed a notebook and a pen. “write down everything you just said.”

“Excuse me?” Y/N asked. Her face indicated that she was very, very confused.

“I need this for later,” he didn’t have to explain what for. Y/N immediately guessed he wanted to brag to his cousins later. “also… Just so if I wake up with a blank mind, I’ll remember.”

“Okay, I suppose that’s fine.” she grabbed the items and started scribbling words as Camilo crawled into his bed. He lied down with a dreamy sigh.

He looked at Y/N with half-lidded eyes and a shit-eating grin. He scanned her face. Her eyes were focused, her lower lip bit by her teeth and eyebrows scrunched. And Camilo thought it was a pretty sight.

“Can I marry you?”

“This is the third time today, you’re getting repetitive,” Y/N responded nonchalantly giving him the notebook back.

“Please? I want Mirabel to lose the bet,” he begged with clasped hands.

Y/N started laughing. Camilo scoffed loudly and dramatically rolled his eyes. He pointed a finger gun at her. He held her at gunpoint. They often did that to get the truth out of the other. A childish thing, but cute nevertheless.

“Marry me,” he demanded. Y/N pressed her lips tightly to not let out more giggles.

“Go to sleep,”

“Answer me first,”

“No,”

“No as in No, I won’t marry you or No, I won’t answer?”

“Keep talking and I’ll send Isa after you myself,”

“Feisty, I like that,”

Y/N smacked him on the head. She pushed him down onto the mattress and wrapped the covers around him. She made sure to do it as tight as possible, secretly wanting him to not be able to untangle himself and escape. Camilo’s gaze was focused on the notebook as she was doing so. He paid no mind to her as he reread the words over and over smiling under his nose.“Dulces sueños, Milo,”

She turned on her heel. Just as she was about turn the doorknob, she heard Camilo mutter.

“I knew you were attracted to me after all,”

She grabbed one of his shoes that was lying by her feet and threw it at him.

—

“How is he?” Mirabel asked, seeing her friend back downstairs. Pepa, Julieta and Augustín stood behind Mira.

“Asleep.” Y/N’s response made the adults exhale in relief. A little cloud above Pepa’s head disappeared. Augustín stepped forward and opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N cut him off.

“Your waistcoat survived, don’t worry,” she chuckled. The man smiled in relief. Pepa and Julieta thanked the girl before going back to the party, this time with close to no worry. Mirabel grabbed Y/n’s arm and hooked it with her own. Y/N smiled at her friend.

“You good?” Mira asked.

“Yep,” Y/N responded. “I survived too, somehow.”

“Good, because I’ve been dying to dance with you the whole night,”

Y/N had no time to tell Mirabel that she was still pretty worn out after dancing with Antonio as Mirabel spared no time in pushing her friend onto the dance floor. She was soon surrounded by all three Madrigal sisters. Many strands of hair escaped Isabela’s updo and her lipstick was a tiny bit smudged but that didn’t stop her from grabbing Luisa’s arms and spinning her while jumping around with a happy smile. Y/n let herself relax and enjoy the rest of the night. She spun Mirabel around and her eyes scanned the room. Most of the people had already left so, besides a few villagers, the only ones left were the Madrigals. She spotted Julieta dancing with her husband and chuckled lightly seeing that she was leading.

Smart move. She congratulated Julieta in her mind.

She noticed Abuela, who seemed to not have left the dance floor since Y/N last saw her. She looked at Pepa and the many rainbows above her head as she watched her husband dancing with their youngest son. Then her eyes drifted to Dolores - the star of the night. Y/N’s eyebrows shot up a little at the sight. Dolores was dancing slowly with her tío Bruno. His moves were a little sloppy and awkward, but he did seem like he was genuinely enjoying himself. He looked happy.

Dolores’ eyes met Y/N’s and the bride smiled and winked at the girl. Y/N shook her head as she knew what Dolores meant. With that smile, she was silently thanking her for babysitting her troublemaking brother and by that wink she let her know that indeed, she’d be sending Isa after Camilo the next morning. Maybe she’d even let Luisa join her.

“He’s so dead,” Y/N concluded.

MASTERLIST

“Goodnight” (part 2) // “Surprise” (part 3)

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idy-ll-ique · 4 years

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I'll Hold Mine.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: None

Genre : Pure fluff

Summary: Y/N has stuffed toys. She's ashamed of telling anyone else she has stuffed toys. Bucky doesn't understand why, they're so cute after all!

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Before you ask, yes, I was screaming the whole time while writing— this wasn't what you were gonna ask? Oh. Enjoy!

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Bucky Barnes stared as the woman walked into the communal area, bleary eyed. "Y/N, good morning! Had a good night's sleep?" Clint asked her. Bucky quietly watched as Y/N nodded, but he knew she was lying. "Good morning to you two," she greeted them, giving them a small smile. Clint, about to walk out of the room, ruffled her hair and left.

"You're lying."

"Pardon?" Y/N blinked, staring at Bucky as she waited for her coffee to be prepared. "You didn't sleep well, I can see it all over your face," he rephrased, taking a sip of his coffee. "Fine, you caught me!" she groaned, "I didn't sleep last night." Bucky frowned when the woman plopped down next to him, clutching her mug with both hands.

"Why not? Is everything okay?" he asked worriedly. "It's embarrassing and I'm not going to tell you." She refused to speak after that. Embarrassing? Her? In his eyes, never. He didn't press on, though, silently offering his sad friend some company. When he heard a sniffle, he couldn't help it.

"Tell me what happened. I promise I won't judge you," he insisted, turning to look at her. "It's just— it's just that—" Y/N took in a shuddering breath. God, why was she making a fool of herself in front of her crush?! "Morning, people! Oh, oh no, I picked a bad timing—" Bucky and Y/N both turned to Tony, who slowly backed out of the room.

Nope, she wasn't doing it.

"I'm sorry, Buck," she mumbled, got up, kept her mug away and left. Bucky nearly crushed the mug he was holding, cursing Tony because why did he have to walk in just as Y/N was opening up to him?! He huffed and sat alone, drinking his coffee in misery.

The thing is, Y/N was great friends with everyone. She was loud, cheerful, funny and excruciatingly beautiful— you get the gist. Not with him, though. Around him, she was always quiet, shy, meek… submissive, in a way.

Hey Y/N, can you pass me that bottle?

If it were anyone else: "Your legs finally give up on you? About damn time." With him? "Yeah sure, here you go." She never, ever talked witty with him. Something about her was off… was she scared of him? Bucky's eyes went wide. Of course, that was it! Y/N Y/L/N was afraid of James Barnes! Why, though?

He was always so good to her. Nobody minded teasing Y/N, sometimes going too far but it was all in fun and Y/N knew that. Bucky, on the other hand…

Roast Y/N or finish the bottle of beer— you always drink when it comes to her, simp!

He could never. He had no idea what her insecurities were, what if he accidentally pushed a button and she stopped talking to him? At least they still made small talk, if she stopped talking to him, he didn't know how he would live. "Hey, everything okay?" Startled, he looked up at Steve.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, "Everything is fine, what happened?" Steve sighed and sat next to his best friend. "It's Y/N, isn't it? I know the look on your face," he chuckled. "She was crying," Bucky spoke softly, "And she was about to tell me what happened but Stark walked into the room. Then she left without telling me."

"Why doesn't she talk to me?" he continued, intently staring at Steve. "I'd think that's fairly obvious," Steve laughed, "The woman loves you. Classic traits of a crush, Bucky. She limits her conversations with you because she doesn't want to embarrass herself. She never talks back to you because what if you start hating her?" Bucky blinked.

"Me? Hate her? Not possible," he scoffed. "You didn't find out why she was crying, right?" Bucky shook his head. "Why don't you go to the privacy of her room and find out? No one will interrupt you there, you might form a good bond and who knows? That might be the start of a beautiful, perfect relationship."

"I can't just go there like hey we were talking and you didn't tell me something so I've come to find out, that's invading her personal boundaries! She'll tell me when she's ready," Bucky spoke indignantly. "She hasn't eaten breakfast yet, there are some muffins in the oven, why don't you take those to her room?" Steve suggested.

After a minute of consideration, Bucky agreed.

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Three short raps on the door.

"Y/N?"

Inside the room, Y/N froze. What was Bucky doing here? She glanced around her room, horrified, because it was a mess. "What happened?" she shouted from inside. "I brought you some breakfast, thought you might be hungry." She was hungry, though. "Wait 5 minutes!" Bucky patiently stood outside as Y/N made her room more presentable—

By hiding all her stuffed toys.

Some went in the wardrobe, some tossed carelessly under the bed, some stashed in the bedside drawer until she was certain there were no animals on display. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to the toys before opening the door to her room. "Bucky! Thank you for bringing me food, come in! Sorry, it's a mess."

Bucky waved his arm in dismissal as he walked in, looking around the room. "Your place is beautiful," he commented, giving her a small smile. She blushed and rubbed the back of her neck, shrugging. Both of them sat on the bed and Y/N picked up a muffin. "What do you wanna ask me?" At the blatant question, Bucky looked up.

"Why were you crying?" Y/N sighed and looked at her lap. "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I didn't mean to," she muttered. "No, no, it did not make me feel uncomfortable, I wanna help you," Bucky answered, shaking his head. "It's…" "Embarrassing? We've been through that, I don't care." A small laugh escaped her lips.

"Fine, I'll tell you. Promise you won't laugh," she whispered. "I promise." Y/N huddled close to him in case someone was somehow listening to them. "I lost my favorite stuffed toy and can't find her." Bucky sat silently for a few minutes. That was her definition of embarrassing?! What's embarrassing about stuffed toys?

"Should I help you?" he offered immediately, smiling at her. "You don't think I'm crazy? I'm a grown woman who still has stuffed toys. Names and everything," Y/N exclaimed, her jaw dropped. Bucky shrugged. "Of course I don't think you're crazy. There is nothing shameful about stuffed toys, I think it's quite sweet."

"Really? Just when I thought you couldn't be more perfect—" Bucky laughed at her words. They quickly finished eating the muffins and then stood up. "Have you checked the whole room?" Bucky asked her. She nodded. "Yes! The drawers, the cupboards, the wardrobe, over and under the bed… she's nowhere."

"But have you checked the bathroom?"

A loud groan left Y/N. "That's it, the bathroom! Ugh, I was so sleepy last night but I had to pee so I went to the bathroom, might've forgotten her inside, how stupid of me! Damn it!" As she kept rambling to herself, Bucky walked into the bathroom and fetched the doll that was sitting atop the sink. "Here you go, doll."

Y/N looked up at the nickname. "Hah, doll. Just like the one you're holding," she joked, taking the doll from his hands. "Yeah," he whispered, "Just like the one I'm holding." Y/N froze when his arms went around her waist, pulling her close to him. Was this actually happening?!

Did her crush like her back?!

She wanted to scream. "Bucky?" she whispered as he continued staring down at her, a dazed look on his face. "Why are you so adorable, doll?" he asked instead, gently rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb. Y/N gulped at the shockwaves the action sent throughout her body. "You tell me," she retorted, her breath hitching when he smirked at her.

"Find your wits now?" he teased, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips before she could answer. Shivers ran down her spine as she kissed the man back, clutching her doll tightly in her arms. Without breaking the kiss, Bucky walked forward until the back of Y/N's knees touched the bed. "Sit," he ordered and Y/N complied, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Sleep."

Y/N blinked, expecting a sexy response but instead she got— "What?" she asked him, confused. Bucky knelt in front of her, taking her hand in his. "You haven't slept all night, doll, I need you to sleep. This—" He gestured between them, "—Has lots of time to happen. For now, all I want is for you to get some rest. You've had a tough morning." Y/N's eyes watered.

"Don't go away."

The way she said it was enough to keep him by her side forever and always. "Never, doll. Come on." He picked up the plate which was lying on the bed, dusted the crumbs off and lay down. Y/N lay down next to him, clutching her doll in her hands. She turned to face away from him as he turned, wrapping an arm around her, spooning her from behind.

"Thank you Bucky, goodnight."

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her exposed shoulder. "Goodnight. You hold your doll, I'll hold mine," he whispered, smiling when the sound of soft snores filled the room.

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"Aye, sweet doll!"

"She is, isn't she?"

"You know damn well I wasn't talking about your girlfriend, Barnes—" Y/N burst out laughing as Sam and Bucky narrowed their eyes at each other. "But I was! Sweet doll." Y/N scrunched her nose as Bucky pressed his nose to her cheek, the stubble on his face pricking her skin. "Thank you, Sam, that means a lot."

"No worries!" He plopped down next to Steve, who was looking at them with a smile. After Y/N got into a relationship with Bucky, she was opening up more. She was no longer embarrassed about her stuffed toys; these people were her friends and they stood by her side no matter what, no judgement. That's all she needed.

Clutching her doll to her bosom, Y/N snuggled against Bucky's chest, resting her head in the crook of his neck. "All okay?" Bucky whispered to her, wrapping his arm around her as he brushed her hair away from her face. "Yeah," she whispered as Tony walked into the room, immediately getting hit in the face by a deflating balloon, "All okay."

"I love you so much, doll," he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she closed her eyes. "I love you too, Bucky," she smiled into his shoulder, "I love you too."

"As cute as all this is, it's your turn to pick a movie, Y/N so please, pick a movie."

"Hmm, I'm not in the mood… how about you pick one, Peter?"

"No! No, anyone but him!"

"Come on, we haven't watched Frozen 2 in a long time—"

"Shut up! No! Maybe give your boyfriend a turn, he picks better movies!"

"Never have I ever been so offended by something I 100% agree with."

"What do ya say, doll? Give me a turn?"

"Sure Barnes, whatever."

"Ouch."

"Deserved."

"Breaking News! For the first time in the history of the world, we're witnessing Y/N Y/L/N actively roasting James Barnes—"

"I don't mind anymore, everyone knows he's gonna come running back to me in no time."

"Hot damn!"

"Come on now, doll, you wanna be punished so badly—"

"Ugh, keep dirty talk out of this!"

Needless to say, movie night went great.

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celestiababie · 3 years

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Mark Lee- First timer

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint but that’s just Mark being insecure, suggestive

Pairings: Virgin!Mark x fem reader

Warnings: none I think? Please let me know if I should add any

Word count: 1.1k

Your relationship with Mark Lee was the definition of puppy love. The 5'9 Canadian boy who was a bit too socially awkward for his own sake loved you with every fiber of his being. He always looks at you as if you were the only person on Earth. As if you hung up all the stars and planets in the universe. His friends may have poked fun at him, but he could care less. He loved you, and that's all that mattered to him.

"Aye, here comes lover boy!" Johnny drunkenly exclaimed, throwing his long arm over a rosy-cheeked Mark as he sat down on the couch next to him.

Whip sounds made from the other guys could be heard, Mark rolling his eyes in response.

"You guys are clowning me for no reason. There's nothing wrong with being in love."

Jaehyun took a swig of his drink before pinching Mark's cheek from where he was sitting on the floor. "Never said there was. It's cute."

"Our little Mark is all grown up..." Yuta chuckled out, his words trailing off as he had a sudden thought. "Wait, what's she like in bed?"

"YUTA- You don't just ask someone that." Taeyong smacked him over the head, averting his eyes over to Mark to give him a soft smile.

Taeyong and Mark were close. Mark considered the older male to be like a brother to him. Taeyong was the only one other than Jaehyun to know that Mark was a virgin.

Mark's face was as bright as a tomato as he stammered out a response. "I-it's alright, hyung. We um, never had sex before." A pregnant silence filled the room as Taeyong, Johnny, Yuta, and Jaehyun stared at the Canadian.

Johnny was the first one to break the silence. "You guys have been dating for like nine months? And you haven't done the deed?"

Mark opened his mouth to respond, but Yuta beat him to it.

"Didn't she used to go out with Lucas? Apparently, Lucas is a freak. All the girls love him."

Mark looked down at his lap, brows furrowed as his insecurities washed over him. He knew you weren't a virgin, and you knew he was, and you never once pressured him into anything. You were the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for, but Mark couldn't help but feel as if he wasn't good enough for you. He worried you would get bored with him.

Jaehyun and Taeyong both shared a worried look.

"Lay off Mark, you two."

Mark gave Jaehyun a thankful look, but his thoughts were still racing.

"Y/N, can I ask you something?" Without even looking up from your book, you could hear the nervousness and hesitation present in your boyfriend's voice. Your suspicion was correct once you looked up at him. Mark was fidgeting with his fingers, biting the inside of his cheek as he began to regret opening his mouth.

You placed your warm hand over his to try and calm him down.

"Of course, baby. You can always ask me anything. Is everything alright?" Your words laced with concern. Mark was always an easy-going guy; that's something you loved about him. Spending time with the boy you loved always felt light-hearted. All of your worries melted away whenever Mark came over to yours.

"Y-yeah! Everything's f-fine! I was just wondering if you were, um... satisfied with me?" Mark internally cringed at how he worded his question.

"Mark, you're literally the best boyfriend in the world. Why wouldn't I be satisfied with you?"

Mark averted his eyes from you, looking at the plant in the corner of your room.

"No, I mean...sexually. I-I know you said you don't mind waiting, but I wasn't sure if you're okay with just making out with me. A-and it's not like I don't want to have sex with you or anything! Because I do! Wait, but it's not like sex is all I care about, and that's the only thing on my mind-" You cut his timid rambling by cupping his cheek and bringing his lips to yours.

Mark felt all of his insecurities fade once you moved your lips against his in perfect harmony. Mark slowly pulled away when he felt his body begging for air.

You kept your gaze on his swollen lips as he spoke softly.

"What was that for?" He shyly asked.

"Well, you were rambling, and I figured I'd shut you up a little bit. Oh, and you always look hella kissable."

Even after dating for nine months, you still possessed the ability to make Mark's face flush bright red.

"You, uh, never answered my question."

You giggled at the innocent expression on his face and leaned your frame forward to plant a delicate kiss onto his still swollen ones.

"Babe, making out with you is more than amazing. We don't have to have sex for me to be satisfied. I've said it before, and I'll say it as much as I need to, you being a virgin doesn't make me upset in any way. I love you, and I'll wait as long as you want me to."

Mark took a deep breath and nodded his head, "what if I'm ready, though?" He locked eyes with you and watched as your face morphed into a surprised expression.

"Mark...are you sure?"

That's the last thing you probably expected to hear come out of your boyfriend's mouth. There was no denying the heat that spread throughout your body as your thoughts started to drift. Images of his hands across your chest and his fingertips dancing delicately on the soft skin of your waist. His length pushing-

"Y/N, did you hear me?" Mark waved a hand in front of your face, a look of confusion painted across his adorable face.

Your brows furrowed as you shook your head, not being able to remember him even responding.

"I said, I'm sure. I trust you, and yeah, I'm nervous but, there's no one else I would want to have s-sex with."

You could feel your heartbeat fast against your chest as you stared at Mark, your eyes darting around his face to make sure there wasn't an ounce of doubt in him.

"O-okay, are you talking about tonight or?"

Mark's eyes widened at the thought of having sex at that very moment. He was ready, but not that ready.

"Let's just go with the flow- no need to make it a set plan, right?"

Mark nodded his head as his body loosened, his nerves escaping his body. He gave you one of his signature smiles before leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips.

"Ya know...just because we won't have sex yet...d-doesn't mean we can't do other things." Mark cringed as he heard his voice crack at the wrong moment.

You giggled at him before pulling him back into a deep kiss before trailing your lips down his jaw.

"Other things like what, baby?"

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monstas1ut2 · 3 years

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(1/2) Sanji Vinsmoke

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

DBSB, 3272, nigga, that's my potna dem

G-L-O-B-E, A-B-B, nigga, that's my potna dem

Softly touching up the edges, the orangish, red hair color was now apart of you. Just staring into the mirror as you let go a bit of a smile. The only time you smile when you look at a mirror is when you're staring at your face... any more inches down and it's like you could just puke.

"I like that color on you (y/n)!"

Glancing towards the phone that was on the sink , you just gave a kissing noise. The woman on the other side of the screen happened to have the same color hair, though hers was natural.

"Thats what's up Nami, it was a lotta money... but...Sanji brought it fa me..." You muttered that last part, still feeling bad about even talking about him.. It caused the female to sigh, she knew your problems.. and your issues that you face everyday. Nami is caring, as well as the other female who happened to be in the call. Robin, and Nami had always been on this agonizing journey..

Their bodies were beautiful, just perfect. While you, felt as if you'd be better off covering up with a jacket. It's bad, really... Sanji is your lover, you've accepted to live with him and yet you still cover yourself up anytime he's around. A jacket is always in arms length.

Once, Sanji almost walked in on you changing and in result in hating yourself.. you immediately threw the bedsheet over you. This obviously made Sanji feel some type of way but at the same time he respects you. As strong as you are, as much as you deal with just being a black woman.. he respects you...

Sanji hasn't touched you in any way, not sexually, nor in a domestic type way. His hands are always to himself.. as much as his insides hated it. All Sanji begs to do is touch and love on you. Alas, you overthink and wonder why Sanji is even with you..

"You neeed to tell him how you feel, (y/n)... the situation will only become worse... Your relationship is so strong that sex was never needed.. you're a beautiful woman... You're unique, and fun to be around... give it a chance, yes?" Robin's soft voice echoed slightly in your brain, just sighing out in retaliation. Nami's face showing that she definitely agreed.. but it's just not that simple..

You wish it was that simple.

"(Y/n)-swan~~~~ I'm home!"

A jolt rushed through you as the look you gave the two females happened to be a rushed one.

"Imma talk to y'all later Ight..?" You gently spoke before ending the call as quickly as you could. Moving from the bathroom and you grabbed your black jacket. It was quite huge on you and it had 2pac's picture on the back of it, his name on the front. This jacket originally came from your brother, but you claimed it of course...

Throwing your phone on the bed, you gently walked into the hall and went downstairs. The house you both lived in was a dream. Sanji isn't a poor man... he has his own restaurant, and it rivals with Gordon Ramsey's restaurant... come on..

"Hey, you feelin' ight..?" You gently spoke as you were finally off that last step. Your blonde man standing in front of the door as he blew some of the cigarette smoke. It was something you didn't mind.. the house was big so.. not everything smelt like it...

Though seeing your beautiful, slightly chubby face and your beautiful new colored hair made him die inside. His throat and lungs giving up on him as he choked and coughed. A huge blush rushing quickly to his cheeks and ears... Even now he just.. he gets all school girl on you.

"Babe! Babe! You Ight..!? Aye..." you kinda panicked actually, just softly touching his arm and moving to pat him on his back. The coughing fit he was having eventually surpassed and you were now holding onto his arm. His arm happened to be between your breasts.. he could feel it, he didn't need to see it..

Thing is, you didn't even realize...

"I'm fine.. it's just, you're so beautiful... I bought that right..? Glad that was a thing.." Sanji rambled off to himself as he then finally stared at you and chuckled. That genuine smile causing your insides to twist and turn.. your face was burning up, but your ancestors gave you the ability to not show the blood rushing to your cheeks..

"Oh.. you like it..? Thanks baby... thanks for buyin it fa me..." your voice soft as you got on your tippy toes and wrapped those arms around his neck.. well you tried.. he had to lean down a bit.. his lips connecting against yours and all you could taste was cigarette smoke, but it was this hint of sweetness.. probably from whatever he cooked today.. nevertheless, you were used to it.

The kiss was short like always, and Sanji didn't dare touch you. His hands weren't inching whatsoever, as much as he wanted to... he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, since you worked today, d'want me to make you sum to eat?... or.."

"Actually, I wanted us to go to my restaurant and eat... we haven't done that in awhile." Sanji's gentle smile and that shrug made you feel completely bad. The two of you rarely go anywhere together.. it's just that you hate the fact that Sanji has to go anywhere with you...

A little smile appeared on your face, it seemed a bit forced but as good as your acting skills were, it probably passed. Fidgeting on the heels of your feet, you kinda shrugged as well. The hoodie that you had on suddenly felt tight and honestly you hated it. Did you look huge in this too...?

"I-.. Ight.."

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

What in your right mind possessed you to say 'ight'?! Just flailing around in your walk in closet. As many clothes you had, as many outfits.. you never touched them. They collect dust every day. But that's nothing compared to what you were doing now, the clothes being scattered across the floor as you looked at your final option..

"I'm not goin..."

The words you spoke made your eyes kind of tear up, just staring at the soft, white dress. It was soft and it wasn't tight, but at the same time.. it clings to your skin. It shows every bump and curve. Not to mention how it had little slits on the side.. to show more of your thighs that were already showing... Nope.. just Nope..

Though another bomb was going to come rushing down, because how the hell were you going to tell Sanji..? What were you going to say? Jesus Christ...

Actually, there is this one thing... yes.. for sure..

"Yeah... it just started... can you get me them pills in the cabinet? Ion wanna move... we can literally go next week though.." you gently spoke when you were now in front of Sanji in the bedroom.

It was odd, just a few hours ago you were perfectly fine... not to mention how your period just went off a week ago. The blonde keeps notice of these things, he's not a dumb male who doesn't pay attention to his girlfriend. He's only collecting notes, he'll go with your maze run for now.. but in the end.. he'll find the way.

"So.. you're just up for me makin somethin..? I can teach you the gumbo you wanted to learn..." you gently spoke, only because the atmosphere was kind of tense? Or maybe it was just you... Sanji was laying on his back and he was smoking like usual.. but it seemed like he was thinking hard about something.. and it made you want to go shit.

Have he finally had enough..?

"I thought you'd never ask (y/n)-Chan" Sanji gently purred with those same hearts in his eyes as he decided to follow you out the bedroom and to the kitchen. There was some things Sanji just didn't know how to make. Yes he's an amazing chef and you're sure he'll get this in one go.. but he doesn't know much about.. let's say : black people dishes.

You've just been teaching him about the wide range of things.. and he's been having a blast. As well as being enamored with your aave...

Sanji just loves being with you... didn't matter what it was.. he's obsessed with you, even though his touch is limited..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

The night had already been here, though it was now 11 pm, the house being ripped of all its lights that were on. Sanji made sure everything was cleaned up because it wasn't a surprise that you were knocked out in bed already. His own attire consisted of just his underwear... which you didn't mind but that's probably because you wore that jacket to sleep every night..

Sanji snapped out of his thoughts and he noticed the light to your closet as was still on. His body maneuvering over to go inside and turn it off.. though.. the mountain of clothes restricted him. His eyes widening as the cigarette from his mouth had dropped ever so gently to the floor.

The closet was a mess.

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

#black reader #poc reader #smut #one piece x poc!reader #one piece x reader #vinsmoke sanji

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babyboy-cody · 3 years

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HI ALYSSA!!! 😃 What you wrote for grayson was beyond BEAUTIFUL. can you write something where they’re in a new relationship and she gets introduced on the podcast??? 🥰

i’m gonna try really hard to not go overboard this time 😭

The atmosphere was lighthearted and playful. Since 7am to the early afternoon, you’ve been extremely nervous and fidgety. Grayson recognized the early signs of an anxiety attack and made to bring out one of your sensory toys, the ones that make the popping and clicking sound. He brought you to a secluded corner of the house, away from everyone and all the noise, and blocked them with his body until you calmed down. The scent of him, the overall height of him, the gruffness of his voice, and the soft teddy bear vibes Grayson was giving off had you feeling more at ease.

“What if… What if they don’t like me, Gray? I mean, I’m not like the other girls you’ve hooked up with before. I’m not some insta baddie or a bad bitch. I’m me and they’re gonna hate it,” you quietly rambled to him while frantically popping and clicking your sensory toy, all the while keeping your eyes on your hand movements. Grayson allowed you to rant, not stepping in until you were fully finished. “I mean, Kris is different because she’s perfect for Ethan and she never really got any hate - not that I know of. She’s like a soft baddie, I’m not even 6% of a baddie.” This made Grayson smile as he crossed his arms and stared down at you. “Like, I’m not Tyson and it just… sucks feeling like this.”

“Look at me,” he told you, his voice low enough for only you both to hear. When you nervously peer up at him, no longer using your sensory toy, he places his large hands on your warm cheeks, thumbs gently stroking back and forth. “You’re not Tyson and that’s why I’m in love with you. You think I care about insta baddies? You’re the fucking queen, you hear me?” When you start looking down again, he quickly lifts your head. “Aye, I’m not done talking to you. You’re nothing like those girls and that’s what made me fall for you. Your kind soul, pretty eyes, and good vibes made me feel so comfortable that I always wanted to be around you 24/7. Ask Kris.” He smiles at the sound of your soft giggle and the way your eyes crinkled at the corners. “If I love with all my heart, the people who support us and want us to be happy will love you too.”

“Yo,” Ethan called out from across the room. “You ready?” He was looking at you, more so worried about your reputation than Grayson’s. “There’s no going back.” His tone was teasing and his eyes held no malice. You looked up at Grayson and he gave you a small nod and grin, as if telling you, ‘You got this.’ When you gave Ethan an enthusiastic nod, he excitedly claps his hands. “Lets do this shit!”

When you followed them to the room where they do their podcasts, you felt that anxious wave crash over you again. Grayson, being the extremely observant man he is, made sure you had your sensory toy in your hands as he rubbed your arms gently. He pressed soft kisses to your cheeks that felt like butterfly wings fluttering against your skin because of his growing beard. Kristina shot you a thumbs up from her spot in the kitchen as she ate some avocado toast. You felt more at ease as Grayson and Ethan shot playful jokes at each other back and forth. You took your spot beside Grayson on the swivel chair and took the headphones he hands to you. After setting up the mics and cameras, you got yours comfortable and sat a foot or two away from Grayson so that they’re able to do their intro without you in the frame.

“It’s now or never,” you quietly mumbled to yourself.

“Good evening, everybody!” Grayson enthusiastically speaks into the mic. “Welcome back to Deeper with the Dolan Twins. I’m one of your hosts, Grayson.”

“And I’m your other host, Ethan. If it’s a little harder to tell who is who, I wore white today and Grayson wore black,” Ethan states confidently. “Grayson is always wearing his greasy ass trucker hat.”

“It’s not greasy, shut up.” Grayson sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, sending a look to the side as you covered your mouth to stifle your laugh. “So, today we are doing things a little bit differently.” You sat up straighter in your seat. “As all of you know, we had Kristina on our podcast to furthermore introduce herself as Ethan’s girlfriend.”

“And today,” Ethan rubbed his hands excitedly. “We have a very, very special guest. We are introducing… drum roll, please…” Grayson quickly tapped his fingers against the table. “Grayson’s very own girlfriend, Y/N!”

Grayson was quick to pull your chair closer to his as you held the mic and laughed quietly as they both cheered loud and clear. “This is my very lovely and very beautiful girlfriend, Y/N. Say hello to the audience.”

“Um… hello,” you awkwardly said, causing Ethan to snort. “Shut up, E! I’m nervous.” You shyly covered your face, groaning when Grayson pulled your hands away and placed his hand between yours. You immediately started playing with his fingers; a sense of calm washing over you. “Well as nervous as I am, I am extremely excited to be a guest on your podcast and I hope it receives good reactions.”

“On a lighter note, lets dive deeper into how the relationship between you and Gray… developed,” Ethan said and got comfortable in his seat.

“You tell the short story and I’ll tell the long story,” you told Grayson and lightly patted his shoulder while looking at him with such love-filled eyes that even Ethan can see from across the large table.

Grayson cleared his throat and never once move his hand from between yours. “Well we met a few years ago and started fully dating, I’d say, almost a year ago. And we met through Kristina because you’ve been really good friends story.”

“Okay, guys, people that are listening and watching,” Ethan interrupted. “Remember to get very comfortable because this story is going to be a fucking rollercoaster of emotions.”

“Oh god,” you facepalmed. “Now, for the long story. I’ve been really close friends with Kris since our childhood. I moved to Australia at a young age with my dad after my mom passed away, and we were just two peas in a pod. The way you and Grayson are with each other is the exact same way Kris and I are with each other.” Grayson leans his chin on his hand and never once looks away from you. His attention was all on you… and your lips. “And then, back in 2017 is when she started telling me about Ethan. And she had mentioned that you had a younger brother-”

“Younger by, like, 20 minutes,” Grayson interrupted with a scoff.

“Younger brother,” you emphasized a little louder, causing both twins to laugh. “And she had asked Ethan stuff about Grayson, to which she transferred back to me. So, she was like a bird messenger.” You giggled as you said that, causing a big grin to form on Grayson’s lips. “And then no sooner after that, we started talking more frequently and getting to know each other. And it just.. grew after that.”

“Didn’t Gray ghost you?” Ethan suddenly asked. Grayson groans loud beside you and covers his face embarrassingly. “I remember you freaking the fuck out because of it.”

“Yes, the motherfucker did ghost me for a few weeks. Wanna explain why, hm?” You teasingly asked him with a raise of your brows. Grayson blushed fiercely.

“So within the first three months of us talking, that was when I fully started developing strong feelings for you. And at the time, I had been fucked over so many times by so many people and was never really able to hold a long relationship. And I partially blamed myself for that because I tend to.. rush things, if that makes sense. I’m a romantic and when I fall for someone, I fall hard.” As Grayson passionately spoke and opened up his feelings, your eyes went from his eyes to his lips to his hands and back and forth. The way he spoke with his hands made you hide a smile by biting your lip. “And I was terrified because I automatically assumed that I was gonna fuck it up one way or another. The only way for me to cope was to push my feelings aside, and it just effected us both so negatively.”

“Yeah, from past experiences, it can be really difficult for someone to come to terms with the true emotions they felt. I was the same way with Kristina, you know. It felt like I had to walk around eggshells out of fear of fucking up the one thing that was good for me.” You and Grayson nodded in agreement. “I remember when we came to Australia after what happened and Gray was running back and forth, just writing what he wanted to say to you and he almost cried because his pencil broke.”

You quickly looked at Grayson. “Really?” You weren’t teasing him, you were shocked. Your voice was soft and you had a pout on your lips that he kissed away. “Stop, you’re gonna make me cry.”

“Nooooo!” Grayson yelled out and threw an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his side.

“That’s so sweet!” You whined and pouted some more. “I never knew that, Gray. I know that in the past, there were some hardships that we were able to overcome and the way we communicated with each other, it just made our relationship stronger.”

The conversation ranged from topic to topic. Your life growing up, the death of your mother, your dad’s rescue farm in Australia, your college degree, and some moments between you and Grayson. You felt so comfortable and carefree that Grayson noticed a changed. You laughed more and spoke louder. You playfully bantered with Ethan and provided your own insight on serious topics regarding the negative effects of social media and about mental health. He’s so sure in his heart that people who love and support him and Ethan are gonna love you the same.

#this was really cute 🥺#i kinda lost my flow halfway #idk if you can tell #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan #grayson dolan fluff

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pascalpanic · 4 years

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears (Javier Peña x f!Reader)- Chapter Ten

Summary: you finally get to visit the boys at the embassy. You and Javier finally get to consummate the relationship.

W/C: 6k+ (I’m sorry it’s the FINALE I had to)

Warnings: language as always, mentions of injury, SMUT! (18+ only), oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation if you squint, p in v sex, Javier Peña is his own warning when it comes to sex

A/N: YOU GUYS. this is it! I’m so honored that you guys love it as much as you do. This series was originally only supposed to be a oneshot but I just fell in love. I’m so glad I get to share it with you all! BIGGEST thanks to @remmysbounty for being my Colombian culture expert in this and helping me with my spanish phrases, listening to my ramblings, and generally being my editor and idea helper.

previous chapter | epilogue

“Ana, phone for you,” Lorena calls as you walk past the nurses’ station.

You nod, but you’re carrying a tray of medicine for a patient. “Can it wait?” You ask.

Lorena asks the person and then looks back up at you. “He says it’s quick.”

Sighing, you walk behind the desk. “Will you take this tray for me? Room 429,” you ask, and she nods dutifully, walking off with it after handing the phone to you. You answer the phone with your name, sitting in the chair Lorena was just in.

“Hey, it’s Steve,” a familiar southern voice says from the other end. You panic for a moment, wondering why he called you, but his voice seems relaxed. It can’t be anything too bad.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask, twirling the phone cord around your finger, leaning forward with your elbows on the desk.

Steve chuckles. “Not much. Just Javi bein’ a dumb fuck.”

“What’s new?” You sigh, but you both know that both of you have affection behind your teasing.

“Exactly,” Steve says in agreement. “Anyway, Javi’s back at work, as you know. The bandage he has is falling off, and he says it’s fine but I know enough from Connie to know that’s not good. She said you get off work soon, would you bring some stuff to the embassy?”

You look at the watch at your wrist. He’s right. You get off at noon, and it’s about 10 right now. “Yeah, of course. Could I bring you guys lunch too? Eat with you?”

There’s a small snort from the other end of the line. “Yeah, yeah, that sounds great. Listen, though, there’s some real shitty guys around here. You’re gonna get hit on and Peña isn’t gonna be happy about it.”

“I’ll be wearing scrubs, Steve. What is there to talk about?” You ask dryly, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Lonely and horny men desperate for an American woman aren’t above much. Just… lettin’ you know now.”

“I think I can handle it,” you roll your eyes, knowing he can hear it in your tone. “I’ll be there at 12:30 with lunch and supplies for Javi, alright?”

“Sounds good to me. Thank you, kid.”

“I’m, like, a few years younger than you. You act like you’re my dad.”

“Whatever,” he laughs and hangs up the phone.

After your shift, you enter Valeria’s diner. Her eyes light up as she sees you, rushing your way. “¡Ay, mi hermosita! ¿Quiubo, chiquita?” She asks, grabbing your arms.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” you tell her genuinely with a smile. “I didn’t know if… the bombing, if it affected you. I’m so glad it didn’t.”

“And me with you! Especially that Javier, dios mio,” she shakes her head.

“Actually...” you chuckle a little. It’s a nervous laugh, afraid to tell her what happened. “Javi was injured. He and his partner were very near the bomb. He’s okay now, but he lost a lot of blood and had to have emergency surgery. He’s got a big scar here,” you tell her and trace along your abdomen where his injury was. “He’s back at work already, but he spent a few days in the hospital and about a week or two at home.”

Valeria frowns. “Oh no. I’m glad he‘s alright now. I worried so much about him, but I figured he lived since there were no American casualties.”

You nod. “Exactly. I’m actually on my way to the embassy now, bringing him some bandages, and I wanted to pick up lunch for him and his partner.”

The woman claps her hands together excitedly. “And here I am, blabbering on! I’ll go get an order in for you. What would you like, dear?”

You put in an order that you figure Javi and Steve would both like, waiting contently at a booth Valeria seats you at and sipping a coffee she brought to you.

The little restaurant makes you smile as you think about the memories. Laughing with Javier for hours in the early morning, sharing life stories and experiences. You realize now that you think you loved Javier even then, on the night when you sat a few booths over, wrapped in his leather jacket while his mustache collected little grains of sugar and cinnamon.

Not long after, Valeria comes to your table with two large bags of food. “I couldn’t help myself- I threw a few extra desserts and snacks in. Javier needs to eat more, tell him that I said that and that’s why there’s so much.”

You laugh happily and stand. “Well, thank you. I’ll make sure to pass the message along.”

She takes your payment and hands you a large to-go cup of coffee- you deserve it after such a long shift, she tells you- before sending you on your way. The embassy is a distance away, and you hail a taxi to make your way there. The car fills with the scent of the fresh food, making your stomach rumble. When you arrive, you pay the driver and head inside.

A receptionist sits just inside. “May I help you?” She asks politely and without much interest.

“Uh….” you hadn’t expected this step. “Yes. I’m here for Agents Murphy and Peña?”

She nods, grabbing the phone. She dials a number and talks, making a face of annoyance as she switches to speaking English. She must’ve dialed Steve. She hangs up not long after. “Murphy will be here in a moment,” she tells you with a nod, and you back away to allow the next person to talk with her.

Steve finds you about a minute later. “Hey. That’s a lot of food,” he chuckles as he looks at the large bags you’re carrying.

“I went to Javier’s favorite place. This one waitress there absolutely adores him, so she gave me extra because he doesn’t eat enough,” you inform him with a smile. “She even threw in some free desserts.”

“Jesus. We could feed the whole embassy with those,” he shakes his head, taking one from you to lighten your load.

You walk through hallways and several sets of stairs, before entering the office area and finally reaching the two desks, one messy and one neat. Javier sits at the cluttered one, looking up and eyes lighting as he sees you. “Hey,” he laughs and even dares to smile: a rare sight when he’s at work. “What are you doing here?” He asks, rolling his chair back from his desk and taking your hand.

“Steve said you needed bandages,” you shrug and hold up one of the bags.

He gives him a dirty look and the blonde man simply shrugs, sitting at his own desk.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. What’s all this then?” He asks, referring to the bags you and Steve carry.

You set one on a free space in his desk and untie the top of the bag, setting a takeout container in front of him. “Lunch,” you say simply, opening the styrofoam to release a drift of a delicious smell.

Javier sighs at the scent. “Did you see Valeria then? Is that why there’s so much food?” He asks with a little laugh.

You nod. “Exactly.”

Javier sighs and grabs a fork from the bag. “Here,” he says, pulling you to sit on one of his thighs. You squeal at the movement, laughing and grabbing the desk once you’re seated.

“At least warn me, huh?” You laugh and he steals a quick kiss from you, earning a whistle from a man who walks past.

“Wow, Peña has moved on from fucking the informants,” the man chuckles. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

You both glare at him, though he finds yours more intimidating than Javier’s. “Mm, we’re projecting our sexual frustration, are we?” You ask, taking a bite of food in your mouth with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t worry about us, run on home to the wife who doesn’t want your dick anywhere near her,” you say with a sweet smile, turning back to Javier’s desk and sipping your coffee.

The man walks away with wide eyes and Murphy laughs genuinely. “Holy shit,” he shakes his head and smiles.

“What? It’s clearly true,” you chuckle, looking back at Javier and taking another bite of the food in front of you. He’s got his heart in his eyes, barely managing to hold back a grin.

“I fucking love you,” Javi laughs contently, waiting you to finish chewing. When you do, he kisses you passionately for a moment, releasing you a few seconds later.

“You got some observational skills, kid,” Steve snorts and shoves a bite of food in his face. “We should get you working here.”

You roll your eyes. “What is your thing with calling everyone kid, Murphy?” Javier laughs, and you nod enthusiastically. You were just about to ask the same thing.

Steve opens his mouth to answer but the phone on Javier’s desk rings. “Peña.” He makes several noises of agreement before hanging up a few moments later. “Trujillo needs something. Be right back,” he tells the both of you and presses a kiss to your head. You stand to allow him to, and he kisses your lips quickly before speed-walking up the steps from the bullpen area and out to somewhere else.

You sit back down and both you and Steve continue eating your food. A minute or so later, a woman walks past but stops as she sees you. “Oh my God, Steve, is this Connie?” she asks, leaning against his desk.

“No, this is Peña’s girlfriend. She and Connie work together,” he informs her. Her face sours at the word girlfriend.

You tell the woman your name and shake her hand with a smile. “Peña has a girlfriend? My god,” she laughs lightly. Javier walks back down to his desk and the woman’s eyes light up. You stand so he can sit again. “Javier Peña, all settled down.”

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles and sits, pulling you back onto his lap. You squeal again at the sudden movement, more so for the amusement of the woman in front of you. Laughing, you steady yourself on his desk. “Javi, warm a girl!” You chuckle, turning around to kiss him quickly. You’d discovered recently that you couldn’t get enough of it now that you were allowed to do it.

The woman shakes her head and chuckles as she walks away, heels clacking on the tile floor of the embassy.

Steve rolls her eyes. “Ah, Carolina. Last woman at the embassy Javi hasn’t fucked, and she’s been going after him for months.”

“Bullshit,” you and Javier say at the same time, laughing and turning around to face him, raising an eyebrow. “Bullshit to the fact that she’s the last woman here I haven’t fucked. Yeah, she’s been all over me,” he admits and nods.

“Well that’s too damn bad for her, isn’t it?” You laugh and offer Javier your cup of coffee.

He takes a swig and sighs. “Goddamn, this stuff tastes good. The coffee here is shit. We really need to do something about that,” he says to Steve, earning a shrug in response as he forks more food into his mouth.

The three of you eat in content silence, Javier keeping one arm wrapped around you as he eats. Steve flips through a file as he munches on his food too.

A couple of minutes later, a stone-faced bald man in army green fatigues walks. He raises an eyebrow as he sees you sitting on Javier’s lap.

You bite the bullet and introduce yourself first, telling him your name and offering a hand to shake. “Javier’s girlfriend.”

Javier chuckles at the man’s confused expression. “Yeah. Ángel, this is Trujillo. We work closely with him and his men. What else do you need?” He asks the man, turning the chair toward him.

“It can wait, I suppose, until after lunch. Wonderful to meet you, ma’am,” Trujillo says before walking off.

Javier shakes his head. “Now I see why the two of you can’t get shit done around here,” you tease and kiss the side of Javi’s head with a smile before taking the last bite of your food.

Not long after, the two men finish eating too. You stand from Javi’s desk. “Walk me out?” You ask him softly, and he nods. “I’ll see you later, Steve. Thanks for the invite,” you chuckle, taking Javier’s hand once you’re both standing.

As you walk through the halls, Javier is smiling. It’s a rare occurrence around the embassy, enough to draw stares. You smile proudly, lacing your fingers together as you walk. “So, Superman. I have a proposal,” you offer, looking up at him with big eyes.

“Shoot.”

“You get off work around six?”

“Sure do.”

“And I don’t work tonight.”

Javier chuckles as he looks down at you. “Where is this going, hm?”

You shrug a little. “All I hear about is how good you are in bed. How good of a lover you are,” you ask, looking up at him with a smirk. “Why don’t you prove it to me tonight, hm?” You ask, fingers tracing the seam where his buttons hold his tight shirt together- just barely.

“Oh god, cariño,” he murmurs. “I don’t know if my body is up to it yet, with the incision and-“

“I’m a nurse, Javi. Your nurse. I know medically that you’re stable by now. As long as it isn’t painful for you, we’re safe,” you tell him with a growing smile. “It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it?” You ask in a low voice, your hand sliding across the bare ‘v’ of his chest, exposed by his low-cut shirt.

“Yeah, it has.” Javier licks his lips as he looks down at you, a growing smile. “Your place. Sound good?”

“I’ve been waiting for this,” you admit with an excited grin, placing a kiss to his cheek as you reach the door. “You bring the protection,” you murmur next to his ear before kissing him softly on the lips. You break away and smile at his dazed face. “I’ll see you tonight. I love you,” You tell him and squeeze his hand.

“Fuck, I love you too, ángel,” Javi smiles and kisses your forehead, opening the door for you. “See you then.”

Six o’clock rolls around. You know Javier won’t come right from work, but you wait excitedly anyway. You treated yourself to a long hot shower, cleaning up and waiting. You’re dressed in a wrap dress and nothing else, waiting on the couch and trying to distract yourself with reruns of a telenovela. A bottle of whiskey and two glasses sit on your counter.

Surprisingly, a knock comes at your door around 6:15. You shout for them to enter and it’s Javier. “I thought you didn’t get off until 6:00,” you smirk a little as you look at him, closing the door behind himself.

“Steve covered for me. I left at 5, went home and showered, changed bandages and everything,” he chuckles, locking the door.

You smile and stand, walking over to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “How kind of him,” you chuckle softly, an arm around his waist. “Listen, I thought about it. If you’re still in pain, this can totally wait,” you offer, looking up at him with big and concerned eyes.

“I’ve wanted this from the moment I met you, ángel,” he murmurs, putting both hands on your waist. “Nothing could hold me back now.”

You throw your arms around his neck as Javier’s lips crash against yours, in a deep kiss that wastes no time. You make a soft noise of content against his lips and that spurs him on, his hands roaming all across your body. He breaks away, eyes wild and lips swollen already. “How many times have you cum in one night?” He asks, smirking.

You can’t help but moan in response, kissing him again deeply, your mouth exploring his. He breaks away again. “Answer.”

“Uh… three. On my own. Only once with someone else,” you tell him breathlessly, your brain so wrapped up in him that it’s difficult to think about anything other than him.

“Alright, then four’s the goal,” he chuckles, kissing you deeply and pulling your hips against his. His hands grope your ass and you moan softly.

It’s already the best you’ve ever had and he hasn’t even touched you. The passion and love you have for each other is evident in how deep and intense every little movement is, from the way you drag your nails down the back of his neck to the way he smooths his hands over the curve of your ass, feeling no panties beneath the dress. “Fuck,” he murmurs into your lips.

“My bedroom, please,” you whine, breaking away from him.

He nods, glancing in the direction of the hallway that leads to your room. He catches sight of the bottle of whiskey. “What was that for?” He asks, breathlessly chuckling.

“Confidence,” you admit with a laugh. “Don’t know why I thought I needed it. Not with you.”

“Well, it’ll go perfectly with cuddling in your bed after, hm?” He murmurs, kissing behind your ear. You sigh softly at the feeling and he walks you along to your bedroom, backwards, until you feel the backs of your legs pressed against your bed. “Let’s see what’s under here,” he mumbles breathlessly, kissing at your neck as he frantically fumbles to untie the knot around your waist that holds the wrap dress in place. He’s clearly experienced at removing all kinds of clothing, and you can feel your arousal starting to slide down to your upper thighs.

“Javi,” you whimper, and he swears he’s never heard anything sweeter.

“Oh fuck, dulzura,” he shudders at the way you sound, lifting his head and catching your lips in another intense kiss as he slips the dress off of your shoulders and it falls to the floor. “No bra, no panties,” he chuckles as he looks down, finding your exposed body. “Let’s begin, shall we?” He mumbles, his lips trailing from behind your ear to your neck to your collarbone to between your breasts.

“Please,” you whimper and Javier pushes you to lie down on the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees and spreading your legs. “Javi,” you mumble, gripping your breasts.

He looks up at you and swears he could cum in his pants right now, just from the way you look spread out for him. You’re already dripping and he bites his lip as he takes a long look at you. “Fuck, ángel,” he says with a shudder, unbuttoning his shirt quickly. “Play with your tits for me,” he commands as he slips the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his toned chest and the large gauze bandage covering part of his equally muscular abdomen.

You nod, though it doesn’t do much at this angle, and he finally gives in. His last bit of self control leaves his body as he licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, moaning into you at the way you taste. You whimper and your hips squirm softly before Javier brings a large hand up, pinning you down. “Javi… go slow, please,” you murmur. “It’s… been a while.”

He nods. “I’ll do anything you tell me to,” he breathes out, dark eyes even darker with his widened pupils. He’s just as entranced by you as he was by those heavy drugs in the hospital, his mind foggy from the way you taste. His nose nudges at your clit, causing you to make a soft noise. Javier slips a thick finger inside of you, shuddering at the way your walls flutter around it. “God, that’s gonna feel so good around my dick,” he mumbles, slipping in a second finger and lapping at your clit.

“Fuck,” you whimper as he curves his fingers inside of you, one hand sliding into that dark hair, gripping it. “I lied. You don’t have to go slow, do whatever you want to me,” you shiver and whine out, bucking your hips up only for Javier’s hand to push them back down.

“Patience,” he mumbles, latching onto your most sensitive spot and sucking on it softly. His fingers push in a little deeper and curve against a spot you’ve never been able to reach yourself, wishing you had him to do it. You knew he would, with his reputation. Of course he would. He already feels like he knows every inch of your body, every sensitive little spot he can stroke to drive you wild. You squeal softly at the movement, your back arching. He smirks but continues, not bothering to stop and comment.

You’re already close, and it’s driving you wild, the other hand clutching at the comforter beneath you. “Not gonna last. Feels so good,” you murmur to him, almost ashamed at how quickly he’s going to make you reach your peak.

“Yeah? Tell me about it,” he mumbles into you, his eyes closing in concentration as his tongue works hard against your clit.

“Thought about this all the time. My fingers couldn’t get anywhere near as deep as yours, Javi,” you coo, brow furrowing. “Just wanted you inside of me, doing this to me. I thought about it every night since I met you,” you whimper. “Nowhere near as good- fuck, I’m about to-” you groan but it’s cut off as your orgasm washes over you, making your legs shake and your thighs clench around his head.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the word tumbles from your mouth over and over again as it washes over you. After you come down, there’s a delicious oversensitivity inside of you. Javier doesn’t let up. “Javi,” you murmur softly.

“Gonna get another out of you, ángel,” he murmurs for a moment before going back with renewed intensity. You thought it was perfect before, but the way he continues now allows you to feel every bud on his tongue, every line in his fingerprints inside of you, the way his fingers move at slightly different speeds as they drag against that spot deep inside of you.

Only a few moments pass before you’re there again, whining out his name as you feel something warm gush from deep within you. It’s all too good, all too much, feels like an electric wire threaded through your limbs and core. “Javi,” you shudder as you finally come to your senses. “I- uh, did I just-” you say, eyes widening as you see the damp spot beneath you.

“You sure fucking did,” he smirks, removing his fingers from inside of you and sucking on the two slick digits.

“I’ve never done that,” you admit, biting your lip.

“It means I’m doing something right,” he chuckles a little, sitting up to kiss you softly, slowly. You can taste yourself on his lips and it makes you moan as his tongue probes your mouth ever so gently. “It’s all good, baby. Wanna see if I can make you do that again?” He asks, a cocky grin on his face. “You were promised four.”

You shudder softly, hands on his shoulders. “I was,” you chuckle with the little oxygen left in your lungs. “What do you say…” you trail off, reaching between the two of you and palming at his denim-covered erection, “I take care of you, you get one more out of me, and then we finally fuck, hm?” you ask, recovering your senses.

“How could I say no to that?” he murmurs, kissing you deeply again. You squeeze softly at the bulge, and he makes a soft noise in the back of his throat. “How- I, what do-”

“Lie down up there,” you tell him and nod toward the pillows. When you stand, you tear the comforter off of your bed and toss it aside. “We’ll just have to sleep without that tonight.” He raises an eyebrow. “You are staying the night, right?” You ask, suddenly taken aback.

He nods quickly. “Yeah, yeah.” He pushes down his jeans and boxers and his dick springs free. He’s huge, not overly long but very thick, and you bite down on your lip to hold back a smirk. “Oh, you like this?” he chuckles a little, lying down with his arms above his head.

“Fuck,” you laugh softly, already imagining how he’ll feel inside. “Yeah, I do,” you nod and crawl onto the bed, lying down on your stomach between his spread legs.

You slowly trace a stripe along the underside of him, paying special attention to the frenulum and noticing the way his leg jerks beneath you. Adjusting yourself, you make big eyes up at him as you suck on the head, tracing the tip of your tongue against the little spot. “Fuck, you’re gonna have me cumming in seconds,” he laughs breathlessly. “You’re fucking amazing, baby,” he mumbles, his eyes slipping shut at the feeling. “Wait, stop, stop.”

You do exactly that, looking up at him with wide questioning eyes. “Yeah?”

Javier takes a deep breath and smirks. “You can make me cum with your mouth another time. I want this to be about you. Get up here and sit on my face.”

The boldness of his words makes your mouth fall open into a soft o-shape. You’ve certainly never done that before, but the idea is interesting. “It’ll be good, I promise. I already made you cum twice with my mouth, you know that,” he chuckles, stroking the side of your face.

“But…” Javier is much more experienced than you, you know that, so it must be fine, but there’s a little nagging insecurity inside of you. “What if I squirt again and, like, drown you?” you ask shyly.

Javier looks at you for a second before laughing softly. “No, it won’t. Come here, I can prove it to you if you’d like,” he offers, pushing a wisp of your hair back. The fact that you’re less experienced makes him even harder, if that’s physically possible, and you can feel it in your hand. He wants to do this, and that reassures you. You gulp and nod. “That’s my good girl,” Javi mumbles darkly.

You shudder at his words, your skin prickling. He can feel it. “Oh, you like that,” he murmurs. He scoots to lie flat on his back on the bed. “Come on up here, baby,” he says softly, and you agree.

You straddle his legs and gradually make your way over his body, careful to lift your hips as you pass over the incision. You’re hovering above his chest, looking down at him with the question in your eyes. “What if I like, crush your head?” You murmur and bite your lip.

“If you don’t want to, we won’t,” he mumbles, stroking your thigh. “Do you want to?” he asks.

“Yes,” you nod shyly. You’re not used to being this open about your wants.

“Then let me take care of you,” he murmurs, hands on your hips and pulling you gently. Inviting you onto his waiting lips.

You slide your hips the rest of the way and moan as his tongue finds your clit almost immediately. He moans back, entranced by you already. He puts on a bit more of a show, making loud noises and digging his fingers into your ass. He murmurs something into you but it’s lost in your folds as he lavishes your clit with his attention.

“Okay, I like this,” you admit with a breathless chuckle, moaning at the way his tongue works against you, his mustache tickles you, his nose nudges your clit when his tongue is elsewhere. You’re still hyper-sensitive from earlier, and you can tell. Your orgasm approaches rapidly, faster than it has ever before. You fall slightly forward, bracing yourself against the headboard as the tingling sensation builds.

“Gonna cum,” you warn him, panting heavily, your hands gripping the headboard tight. He makes a noise of approval and the vibrations from it cause you to let go, practically wailing his name. Your toes curl in pleasure, whimpering as it pulses through your body. It leaks from you before you can notice it, squirting into Javier’s mouth. He swallows every last bit of it, moaning at the way you taste.

Javier’s been so patient with you, putting everything about you first. He continues to eat you out as you come down from it. Eventually, you lift your hips, kneeling with your still-dripping pussy over his face. “You gonna fuck me now?” you ask, barely any air in your voice.

“Oh God yeah,” he chuckles, pressing one last kiss to your clit before pushing you over to lie next to him.

“Javi!” You squeal out with a laugh, falling next to him, his face by your legs. You’re giggling as you look over at him, hands on your bare stomach. “What if I would’ve landed on you and hit the incision?” you chide, though you both know it’s joking.

“It’d be worth it,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your knee. He stands with a groan, cracking his neck and grabbing the condom from the pocket of his jeans. He opens it and rolls it over his leaking dick, and you smirk as you look at it, adjusting yourself back where he was lying.

“You sure this’ll be okay with the abs?” you ask him as he walks back to your side, your fingers ghosting over the gauze-covered incision.

He nods. “Yeah. You ready?” He asks, a hand cupping your face to look up at him.

“I’m waiting on the fourth,” you tease, giving his dick a gentle tug and earning a groan. “Now get on top of me and fuck me, Superman,” you say with a seductive smile, licking your lips.

“Yes ma’am,” he mumbles softly, propping his arms up on either side of you and nestling his hips between your legs. You can feel his dick pressing against your folds, and you grind your hips up into his. He moans, shivering hard. “Oh fuck. You better know it’s not gonna take long,” he tells you. “Fuckin’ dreamed about this for so long. First time I saw those tits bouncing on the treadmill, your ass when you were doing those squats,” he admits, hand running up your side and pinching a nipple as he finally admires your bare body beneath him.

“Get poetic later, get inside me now,” you beg of him, leaning up and kissing him deeply. He paws at a tit and you whine into his lips, harder when he rolls a nipple between two fingers. “Don’t tease,” you plead, spreading your legs wider.

He finally slides in and swears he’s seeing stars from the second the head is past your entrance. He groans out before he can stop himself, and you involuntarily make a matching sound. “Javier,” you cry, the way he stretches you making your already dripping pussy even wetter.

He nods. “Yeah baby,” he mumbles next to your ear.

“Start moving, I’m ready, come on,” you urge, nipping at his earlobe that dangles just above your lips. He shivers at the feeling and nods, pulling out and pushing back in. The first thrust and he’s already holding back.

He moans your name quietly, starting a slow but steady rhythm, pounding in and out of you. He looks down and bites his lip as he sees the way your tits jiggle with his thrusts. “Oh, ángel,” he groans. You bend up and kiss at his neck, daring to work a mark into the skin. “Yeah, that’s my girl, marking me up. Want that girl at the embassy to see it when I’m at work tomorrow, don’t you?” he grunts, breathing heavily already.

“All mine, no one else’s.”

“All yours, baby,” he nods, thrusting harder. “Give ‘em something to talk about, mark me up,” he groans, his eyes almost rolling back in his head from the feeling. You nod, leaving love bites and hickeys all over the smooth skin of his neck, the skin that smells like aftershave and soap and cigarettes and his sweat.

He reaches a hand between the two of you and rubs circles into your clit in time with the thrusts. “Oh, fuck do I love you, baby,” he groans. “You gonna come again?”

You’re embarrassingly close already, and the fact that he can tell is even hotter. “Yeah,” you whine into the thick column of his neck.

“Good girl, gonna squirt around me?”

“Yeah,” you whimper again, hips grinding against his hand. “Love you so much, Javi.”

“Love you too. Go for it, baby. Do it,” he asks of you, and who are you to deny him of the sensation in the moment? You stop holding back, your walls fluttering around him and your pussy leaking as your whole body tenses.

“Javi,” you cry into his ear, clinging to the back of his head and pulling him down to where you’re now lying flat, limp as a rag doll from his ministrations.

“That’s my girl,” he coos in his gravelly voice, biting down on his lip. “So good, fuck, love you baby,” he grunts in time with sporadic thrusts as he finally spills into the condom, an animalistic cry coming from his throat.

His thrusts slow and he gradually pulls out of you, lying down and pulling you into his side. “Would you believe me if I said that’s the best I’ve ever had?” He pants out, kissing the side of your head.

You drape an arm across him. “It’d be an honor,” you chuckle softly.

“It was,” he tells you honestly, this time kissing your lips. “God, I fucking love you,” he tells you with a dazed smile, eyes slipping shut.

He’s so sexy like this, sweat beaded on his forehead and dark hair stuck to it. He’s fucking beautiful is what he is, like a work of art with those swollen lips and the developing bruises on his neck. He’s your personal masterpiece. You’ve done all of those things to him, made him fill that condom, hell, you put those stitches in yourself before he left the hospital. He’s fully and truly yours. “I love you too, Javi,” you tell him, pressing your lips together in a smile as your eyes water.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks quickly as his eyes open.

“I just love you so much,” you admit with a watery voice. “That was the best I’ve ever felt, and you let me ask stupid questions, and you did this all even though I thought you were gonna bleed out in my arms a couple of weeks ago.” You bury your face where his chest meets his arm, the tears freely running.

“Ángel,” he coos and kisses your head. “You are the entire world, you know that? You saved my fucking life, not just from the shrapnel. I would’ve drank and smoked and worked myself to death if you didn’t come in.”

“And I would’ve died from that cold,” you add with a weak giggle.

“And you would’ve died from that cold,” he chuckles and lifts your head. “I love you so much. No solo como te quiero, como te amo.”

There’s a difference in the way Spanish speakers say “I love you” that native English speakers cannot understand. We say I love you to our dogs, to our partners, to our sisters and parents and to our lovers and spouses. It’s all the same way to say it: I love you. In Spanish, there is te quiero and te amo. Javier might say te quiero to his father, to Connie when she brings him food during a rough hangover. Never in his life has the man said te amo and meant it. Not to Lorraine, not to any girl he ever held in his arms as he pounded her senseless. Never, except to you.

And you can feel it in the way he presses a tender kiss to your face, in the way a tear drips from his eye and onto your forehead. He loves you in the way that inspired the greatest artists to write sonnets and plays and make beautiful art, the way that Escobar would do anything, would kill for his beloved Tata, the way Romeo and Juliet loved and fell hard and didn’t care about the repercussions and died for love of each other.

“Javi,” you coo, looking into his big brown eyes that are brimming with tears. “Te amo también, te amo, y nunca lo olvides.”

thanks for reading!

translations:

quiubo- what’s happening, what’s up

Chiquita- girl, girlfriend

dulzura- sweetheart

Y nunca lo olvides- and don’t you ever forget it.

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Hi! I love your writing style 💕💓💞 I was wondering if you would write Harry Potter x reader where the reader comforts Harry having a nightmare and he realizes he's in love.

I'm in the mood for some fluff 🥺

Nightmares and Realizations H.P

Harry Potter x fem!reader

Includes: Nightmares, death (not real), kissing, love confessions, pet names, kissing, and fluff _____________________________________________________________

Harry sits up with a loud gasp, his eyes welling with tears. He moves up to press his back against the headboard of the bed as he talks a deep, shaky breath. He brings his knees up to his chest as he cries softly. “Fuck,” Harry says as he throws his head back against the wall.

“Harry?” A voice says softly. He looks up to see Y/N standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame. Harry quickly wipes his tears as he gives her a weak smile. “Are you okay, love?”

“I’m okay, just a nightmare,” he replies softly. Y/N gives him a soft look as she quickly moves to sit beside him.

“What happened?” She asks quietly.

“Death Eaters, they got you, Hermione, and Ron. And I,” Harry pauses as he takes a deep breath. “I was forced to watch them hurt you all. And they killed you. I watched them torture and kill you.” He says as tears well in his eyes.

“Oh honey,” she says softly. Y/N wraps her arms around the messy-haired boy as she tugs him to her chest. “I’m right here. Hermione and Ron are in the room next to us. Sleeping, I saw them when I was walking in here. They’re okay.” She runs her hand through his hair softly as she presses a kiss to his hairline.

“It felt so real, I heard your screams. I thought you were actually gone,” Harry says as his tears fall down his face. Y/N takes his face in her hands as she pulls him to look at her.

“I promise, nothing is going to happen to any of us, love,” she says gently. She wipes his tears as he looks at her. “It’s going to take a lot more than a few Death Eaters to get rid of us.” Y/N smiles down at him.

“Thank you, love,” Harry says softly.

“Course, H. Anything for the Chosen One,” she jokes. Harry rolls his eyes as he looks at the Y/H/C girl. “No, but really. I’m happy I was able to help.” They sit in silence for a moment as they look into each other’s eyes.

“You can go back to your room if you want,” Harry says suddenly.

“Do you want me to?” Y/N asks.

“Not really,” Harry whispers.

“Then I can stay with you,” she breathes. Harry smiles to himself as he lays on his back. Y/N moves so her heads on the pillow that was once beside her before an arm wraps around her waist. Harry pulls her towards him as Y/N moves her head onto his chest.

“Is this okay, darling?” Harry questions. Y/N nods quietly as she closes her eyes. Harry rubs her arm gently as he looks at the ceiling. Everything about this moment felt right to him. His best friend laying in his arms. Her comforting him, calling her pet names, her calling him pet names.

‘Merlin, am I in love with her?’ Harry asks himself. He thinks for a moment, thinking back to every memory he had with the girl laid in his arms. Harry thought about the time she had a crush on Bill Weasley. It was obviously no more than a little school girl crush. But, see her flustered over someone else made jealousy bubble in his stomach. Bill saw her as nothing more than a little sister, obviously. So, the crush quickly disappeared as Y/N grew older. Harry looks down at the girl in his arms before he takes a deep breath. ‘I am, aren’t I?’ He thinks. He smiles to himself as he presses a soft kiss to her head before closing his eyes.

A few days passed since that night, and it was almost like the universe was against Harry. Every time he tried to get Y/N by herself, something came up. Whether it was Mrs. Weasley needing her help, the boys pulling Harry away to go help with something. Harry collapses into the chair in the living room after a long game of Quidditch. Y/N follows everyone in with a huge smile on her face. Seeing Y/N this happy made Harry’s heart flutter. She sits beside Harry as she lets out a loud sigh.

“Good game, bug,” he says. Y/N looks at him, the wide smile never leaving her face.

“You finally met your match, aye Potter,” she jokes as she nudges his shoulder gently. Harry rolls his eyes fondly as he looks at her.

“I suppose I have,” he laughs. Harry looks up to see Ron smirking at him while mouthing ‘do it you wanker!’. Hermione slaps Ron’s arm before shoving him up the stairs. Harry stifles a laugh before his nerves finally set in. “So, Y/N, can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course, we’re best friends!” The girl grins as she looks at the green-eyed boy.

“So, I really like this girl, and I don’t know how to tell her,” he says nervously. Y/N feels her heart sink at the mention of the boy liking someone else. “Well, I suppose you just, come out and say it, yeah?” She replies. Harry bites his inner cheek before taking a deep breath.

“I really like you, Y/N. Well, more like love you, I suppose. I realized that night you came in and talked to me after that nightmare I had. But, I think I’ve liked you since we were young. Around second or third year. Whenever you had that little crush on Bill,” Harry rambles. As he rambles Y/N’s face breaks into a smile. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, well, I’m in love with you, Y/N. If you don’t feel the same that’s perfectly okay. We can forget about this whole confession thing.” Y/N rolls her eyes with a smile before she grabs Harry’s face. He freezes as he looks at the girl in front of him.

“I love you too, stupid,” she says happily. A bright smile cuts across Harry’s face as he looks at her.

“Brilliant,” he says softly. Harry leans forward and captures Y/N’s lips against his own as he kisses her gently. Once they pull away Harry grins at the girl. They sit in silence for a few moments before Y/N speaks.

“So, what does this mean?” she asks softly.

“I was kind of hoping that you’d be my girlfriend,” Harry replies as he holds her hand.

“Of course, Haz,” Y/N replies. Harry smiles happily before pressing soft kisses all over her face. Y/N lets out loud laughs as Harry holds her tightly.

“Now that I have you, I’m never letting go,” he hums.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fic #harry j potter #harry potter x fem!reader

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sibsteria · 4 years

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seasons of love [jonathan crane]

Life in the Gotham crime world was content, no motives for murder aside from that being an overall activity. Grudges were dealt with, there was no reason to terrorise people, except for enjoyment. Jim Gordon was still participating in his ball-ache of a saint boy act but what was new about that. It was snowing. Gotham, for the first time, was viewed as beautiful. If anyone wanted to leave, now would be the time.

Smooth Christmas music came from the shopping centre's intercom, shoppers adorned in green and red hues. And to top it all off, Jonathan Crane and his girlfriend sat joyously in a café...

"I admire the way you handled that." I hummed to the brunette boy. "Normally I would've witnessed your awkward self but I gotta say, your anxiety is getting better every day." I finished off. "That's all on you, Angel, without you there is no me." I couldn't help but soften my face at him, how could someone be so cute? "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" I took a sip of my coffee, gingerbread infused goodness. "I don't know, maybe every day I've known you." He smiles, I love it when he smiles, it suits him greatly. "So, what's up after this?" I question him. "You'll have to wait and see." I squinted at him, awaiting his real answer. "Okay, we're going to the park, it's practically abandoned due to the snow, perfect right?" He breaks, showing his real plan. "Absolutely."

°°°

"Right up here on this bandstand was were we watched idkHow, about a month ago?" He pitched up his voice in question during the final words. "Aye, that's right, what showmen they were. Incredible." I dazed of dreamily, accounting the night. "And-" He grabbed onto my shoulders and moved me a few feet left. "About here is were we stood afterwards, the stars looking down on us." I never knew he remembered that, so sweet. By now it was sunset in Gotham, hypnotic peaches and pinks graced the above, spilling a masterpiece on the sky and reflecting on the snow. "We've been through so much over the years, haven't we?" I spoke. "Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I met you before everything." He said, unfinished. "We've been together for three years now, doesn't seem like enough." He added. "We could've been married by now-" My heart leaped thinking about the far gone opportunity. "Things in Gotham are too dangerous now, for starting a family." I couldn't lie, he was speaking truth, I never will stop wondering that if we got out in time we could've had that. "Which is why-" I turned my head to face him and not the illuminate sky. "I'm asking you if you will move away with me- and before you ask, I've got connections. It's all figured out, that is, if you want to." He stumbled over the last part, I could feel my vital organs embedded in my throat. "Jon- that would be wonderful, I won't ask you how because I don't know if I want to know but...this is a real opportunity for us." I could feel my tear ducts expanding and water roll down my red cheeks, the cold had added a natural blush. He began again "But as well as that, I need to ask you-" He started to descend onto the bandstand floor. He pulls out a square box receiving an astonishing princess cut ring, with an iridescent gemstone laying in the centre. "Will you marry me? I figured, no point preparing a speech because we've been through so much and I just want to be with you and-" I cut him off by kneeling down and pressing my cold lips against his, even in the harshest of weather, he still managed to attain warmth. "So a yes?" He begs, whispering in hope. "It's a yes, when are we getting out of here?" I laugh, smiling promptly. He slips the band over my finger and fumbles for a second before pulling out his phone. "Now if you're up for it, I can get our stuff sent over by next week and I know it's a long wait but I thought sooner rather than later would be ideal-" I cut him off with another brain busting, lip bruising kiss. "Stop rambling, let's go, I couldn't give a shit about my two suit cases of crap. I still have my uncles birthday gift money in my bank, let's go." I urge him to stand, he presses some digits before taking my hand and whisking me to the far end of the park. Here we go, leaving Gotham for good...

#jonathan crane #gotham #jonathan crane imagine #gotham imagine #scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane x reader

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p0gue420 · 4 years

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!Too Young To Feel Numb! (Kie x Reader)

ATTENTION!! There are a lot of trigger warnings in this one! Including: drinking, drugs, talks of feeling alone, depression.

Summary: Y/n started smoking weed at the age of 8, It’s all she’d known; She grew up around it so it was normal for her to start super young, she told herself that’s the farthest she’d go...only smoking weed..never any hard drugs. She thought she could learn from her parent's mistakes, guess not.

pairing: Kie x female!reader, Rafe x Platonic! reader, JJ x Sister figure! reader

Warnings: Substance abuse, depression, suicidal thoughts, marijuana Underage drinking,(reader is 15),

A/N: Alot of grammar errors because i dont feel like checking it so sorry....not really,hehe

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I use to think people were crazy for even thinking about doing anything harder than weed. Yeah...I was like 7 so it doesn’t count.”Yo you gonna babysit that shit or pass it, I mean...I have all day but would love to do something besides wait for you to pass the blunt.” I rolled my eyes waiting for JJ to hand it to me.”Chill, what’s up your ass today?”

He finally passes it, after what felt like hours. I take a long hit before seeing he’s actually wanting me to answer his question.”Nothin. man, I’ve just got places to be.” I mumbled out hoping he wouldn’t start asking any further questions. He stares blankly awaiting me to pass it back, knowing I don’t share my feelings so he simply lays off. “Hey. You trynna go surfing today….whenever you’re done with your….things..?”

“Uhh, yeah text me and-” I’m cut off by the sound of my phone vibrating...Barry.

Barry:

Meet in twenty? I got extra today

I look up from my phone stuttering my words, and fumbling.“Uhm, I gotta go do something, but I’ll text you later to surf, yeah?” I say nodding towards JJ as I began walking out.”Uhm yea sure, hey-” I was already out the door.”-be safe.” he muttered to himself left wondering why I left so fast. On the way to my bike, I ran into Kie and Pope laughing about something before Kie began to make her way over towards me.

“Hey, Y/n! Heading out so fast, are we?”Kie pouted her lip out mimicking a whimpering sound.” heh, yeah sorry bub. I gotta go handle some things and I’ll be back later.” I peck her lips in a swift movement as well as pull up the front of her crop top, covering her exposed cleavage.”Those are my love,keep them covered” I wink at her. She laughs and heads inside after blowing me a kiss,that I catch and pretend to place in my heart..Wow im so whipped.

My thoughts cut off by a loud vibrating noise.

Barry:

You coming?

Read: 46 sec.ago

Me:

Omw now!

Read: just now

I hop on my bike heading over to Barry’s place knowing a shortcut I found a few days ago.

It only takes 10 minutes before i’m in front of his house walking up the steps of the porch.My clean oxygen is immediately replaced by the smell of cigarettes,weed,and...Is that burnt hair?I scrunch my face in disgust at the awful smells.”Aye look who it is!” Barry calls out after seeing my face, He’s standing beside..Rafe cameron.

Now...I’m not friends with Rafe but i also don’t exactly despise him.I babysat wheezie all summer last year,most the time he’d join..keep me company;I don’t think he knew i was with Kie but he’s not all bad.He’s helped me more times than I can count,only because i've done the same for him though.

“Yo waddup.I didn’t expect to see you here.” I share a short handshake with Barry and side hug Rafe,he seems unprepared for it so he stumbles a bit but eventually hugs back quickly.”uh yeah.just doing some..business” Rafe says avoiding eye contact,looking everywhere except my face.”anyway i'm gonna head out, i'll catch you guys later.” Rafe walks towards,im guessing his bike;I head inside following barry so i didn’t really catch what he drove in.

“So like I said I've got your usual ,and then I got a little extra something I thought you may like.”He continues on but I'm so wrapped up in the fact that I want to consume something soon,anything;I don’t know exactly what he's saying.”Sound good?” He asked “Uh what?sorry I zoned out a bit.”I shook my head pushing my long hair out of my eyes.”Look,Usually altogether this would be alot of money but considering I stole the pills,I'll spare you the oxy,wadda yuh say?”, “Yeah sure,80$?”

He nods his head holding his hand out as i hand him the money.He hands you a bag full of coke in a plastic baggy, along with the pills in its original container it was prescribed. “Ight,thanks man.Ill see you later next week!” I wave goodbye as I show myself out, shoving the ‘things’ I had bought into my bag and swinging it back on my back.

~Incoming call from:Bubbs<3

I instantly pick up not wanting to worry her.

I instantly hear the boys laughing and playing in the background,but wait for her to say something.”Hey baby, you heading back yet?” Kie questioned sounding bored of the childish boys we spend our time with.”Not yet,i promise im almost done,ask the boys if there's drinks at the chateau please.”She turns her head away from the boys asking what there is to drink besides sink water.

I hear a chorus of “We just stocked up”,”All good momma bird.” and other sayings coming from the overly hyper boys.”Did you hear that,or need me to repeat?” She hesitantly says, making sure I’m still listening ”Gotcha,I'm headed your way now,see you there” I say quickly hanging up without giving her time to respond.

I hop on my bike and drive towards…...the opposite of the chateau,instead deciding to go to the Camerons.I drive,stuck in thought of what ill do when i get there,not quite sure why i decided to come.I had been so lost in thought I didn’t realise I was suddenly at the Cameron residence. I park my bike and began walking up to the door,but before I can knock,Rafe walks up behind me.

“Y/n?” I swiftly turn around being scared for a minute before realizing who it was.”Oh!uhm. yeah...hey” I ‘smoothly’ say”what are you doing here?” he asks..The whole conversation was a blur and before I knew it I was walking up to his room to hang out.I sit on the bed laying back asking about what he wants to do.”I don't know,you came here,what'd you have in mind?” He asked curiously.”I'm not sure.” I snorted at my inability to maintain a conversation.

I dig into my bag as he starts up about how he broke his bed frame the other day, because he put too many boxes on the bed while getting rid of some old things. I finally found what I was looking for,the baggy of white powder.I lifted it up smiling widely.”Can I do this here or no?”I question,feeling my body begin to sweat at the thought of getting to snort the white powder.

“Uh,I mean.. yea sure,didn't know you did that kind of thing.. but I mean go ahead.” He rambles. He stares into space as I do a few lines, my eyes opening wide at the sensation of sudden adrenaline;I look over to see him trying not to stare.”Oh my bad,You want some?” I ask holding up the dollar folded into a cylinder shape , gesturing to the lines of coke spread on the dresser.

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Hours go by,giggling,cracking jokes with rafe as well as doing oxy and maybe overdoing it with the coke seeing as the bag was almost gone.Rafe hasn't done much.I on the other hand was feeling VERY shaky and everything was just so hilarious..until it wasnt.My high started to get bad and overall scary.I must've did too much in such a limited amount of time.I look at my phone .

17 missed calls from Bubbs<3

8 missed calls from John B:)

9 missed calls from Popey boi

11 missed calls from JJ

Incoming call from Bubbs<3

“He-h-hello ,hi,hey.”

“DON'T ‘HI’ ME!” Kie instantly began screaming into the phone making me move my face away from it as Rafe looked at me with a worried expression on his face.

“Y/n,Where have you been! I’ve been so worried! I’ve-” I Blanked out again not in the mood to be yelled at.”Yeah,hey I nee-need,will-can youcomeandpickme up” I say jumbling all my words together. “Are you okay?Why are you talking like that?''She ask worried about my state of mind.

“Yeah am- I fine,Yes” I say yet again struggling to sound normal. I guess I was on speaker because JJ immediately began yelling into the phone asking about where I was.”Rafes house” Rafe sat silently waiting for them to break out into hysterics about me being with him.The phone went silent for a moment before the call ended.”So does that mean they not-....Vodka” was all i said before heading downstairs Rafe was sober enough to be able to notice what i was doing.I quickly went downstair searching through the freezer.

“Yessss.”I exclaimed before chugging the vodka.”Rafe continuously asking me to give him the bottle.I chugg at least half the pint bottle before having to give it up because Sarah comes down the stairs.”Y/n what're you doing here?” She asks excitedly until she saw me tripping over my own feet walking towards her,”Woah!” she caught me just before I hit the floor.

She turned to the door hearing someone pull up.Kie.”Rafe what did you do to her?” Sarah asked, holding me up scared of how out of it I was.”SHE BROUGHT COKE HERE,i did a bit with her, but she did A LOT. I legit did nothing this time I swear on everything!”He trailed back up the stairs not caring about the situation now that Sarah was there to take care of you.

I began to sweat, tears running down my face. scared of what's happening to me.John b and Kie rush through the front doors asking where I am.”IN HERE GUYS!” Sarah screamed for them to hear her.My eyes rolling to the back of my head as I went in and out of consciousness.

“BABYYYY!!!” i exclaimed making grabby hands at Kie as i started crying harder

Sarah helped me stand up shakingly as I tried to walk to my girlfriend,She came running towards me with a concerned look on her face. She grabs my face pecking my lips,”Bub. I need you to listen to me, okay?” I nodd in awe of the gorgeous girl in front of me.”John B is gonna take you to the van,we need you to tell us everything you took to get in this state, okay?” I drowsily nodded,growing tired.

Just as she said,the tall boy picked me up bridal style carrying me out to the twinkie.

I take notice to seating arrangement so i can close my eyes and know whos talking ,JJ being in the passenger seat,Pope watching From the bench behind the driver's seat.Kie stepped up into the van sitting on the floor of the vehicle waiting for John B to place me down beside her.As he did I sat up enough to lean my back against her chest.

JJ was surprisingly silent.Too silent.Pope looked so worried at my sweating body and dripping wet hair from sweat,tears,and vodka mixture.”Okay,Y/n,What did you take?” my girlfriend sits grabbing my face turning me to face her, my legs straddling her thighs on the floor as I nuzzle my head into the crook of her neck,but she pushes my head up making me pout but not being able to maintain due to the dizziness. “I took a few oxy,uhm when I -then i did a few lines of coke,and…..i chugged half a pint of vodka..” i said tears filling my eyes trying to not look into anyone's eyes,

Silent JJ was no more .”Are you fucking kidding me.Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n.You’re not supposed to take oxy and drink alcohol together.much less do oxy or coke at all.ARE YOU DUMB!” JJ began turning around. A Quiet ‘im sorry’ came from my mouth.John B finally pulled into the chateau.

Kie carried me while my face stayed nuzzled in her neck still crying due to my,still,VERY high state.she sat me down on the couch out on the porch as everyone except her,went to get a few things.Pope came back with water and a wet rag to place on my head.JJ brought a blanket,John B came back empty handed because he only went inside to pee.

“Kie?” I whispered scared she was mad.”Yes baby?”

“Are you mad at me?” I questioned hiding my face in her shoulder due to the amount of dizziness being insured. She leaned her head on mine with an unknown amount of emotions,not quite sure of how to fully answer. “No I- I just don’t know what you were thinking I just- Well I figured you wouldn’t ever do anything like this considering what we talked about-and -and what you went through with your parents..”

“I know-I wanted to feel better tho..I just feel like i have no one-”

Shortly realising the guys were still in on the conversation as Pope cut in.

“Y/n, you have,and always will have us..” I lift my head from the girls shoulder before slowly looking at Pope in his sad worried eyes.

“I guess, I like-I dont know guys what you want me to say..Im trying to be better for myself for everybody,but nothing was working and i ran into barry one day and we talked and he offered a way to help,of course i was hesitant but its really not that bad...Im actually fine!” I said standing up as John b followed me.

“y/n, you were just saying you need help,so what the fuck are we supposed to do ,one minute you need help and having to be ushered here so you dont die! And-and-the next thing you’re yelling at us about how your fine,you’re not fine and you know it!” I stopped as I watched the long haired boy fight back tears trying to explain how all of them feel.

“Fuck you guys honestly,Im not a child i know how i feel,this is all just bullshit!” I yelled at them all, I ran to the spare bedroom covered in sweat,tears,and vodka; I slowly sink into the bed as tears fall down my face crying myself to sleep,what i didn’t know was that my bestfriend’s and girlfriend were all huddled up outside the door awaiting me to fall asleep so that they could come in and cuddle me to make me feel better.Sometimes things get better, but i dont think this is one of those times atleast for now anyway..

#outerbanks x reader #pogues x reader #pogues imagine #kie x reader #kie imagines #depression #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank imagine #jj maybanks smut #john b x reader #john b routledge #sarah cameron x reader #pope x reader #madison bailey #madison bailey x reader #rudy pancow x reader

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buckysbitch107 · 4 years

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Chris Evans with a girlfriend that has a really bad stutter like me. Like it may take about 5 mins for me to get a full sentence out. Thank you!

Sentences | Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Yes, you have a stutter. So what? Just because it takes a little longer for you to say a full sentence, doesn’t mean people need to be rude. Chris has always been the person you go to when you feel down or insecure, even before the two of you started dating. So when an interviewer asks a question that hits a little too close to home, Chris is right there to defend you.

Warnings: SWEARING, Angry Chris, A Small Bit of Fighting, Little bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: This is my first time writing a stutter, so I hope I got at least some of it right! The person I used as a reference was Drew Lynch (One of my favorite comedians). I know there are different types of stutters, but his is the one I was most confident writing. I’m aware there are a lot of dashes in the dialogue. That’s the way I write stutters. I really hope you enjoy this one! Sorry if it’s bad or inaccurate!

“Thank-thank you M-Mr. Evans. I’ll see you tom-tom-tom-tomorrow.” You speak, pacing back and forth in your hotel room as your best friend sits on the bed. Her eyes widen as you end the phone call, dropping your phone on the bed before moving your head to look at her.

“And?”

“I go-go-got the-the pa-part.” You whisper, looking up at her with a surprised look on your face.

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“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh my god.” You mumble to yourself, pacing back and forth in the dressing room. You just finished up the last scene of the day, a very important scene. The kiss scene. It was going great, and then the next part of the script came up. The part that had Chris’s character, Nick, step closer to yours and take your face in his hands before leaning in and kissing you. The part that the two of you did perfectly. It felt so real… almost too real, and Chris hasn’t talked to you since that scene unless it was for acting purposes. You continue to ramble random points to yourself until a knock sounds at the door, distracting you for a bit. “Come in!”

“Hey, I heard you- oh my god what happened?” Scott asks, closing the door behind him as he steps inside. You turn towards him and sigh, your hands still doing the weird flappy thing they did whenever you got anxious.

“We-We did the-the-the, the scene.”

“What? What sce- oh. OH. OH MY GOD! THAT SCENE?!”

“Yes, that sce-scene!” You exclaim, continuing to pace back and forth.

“I know this is gonna sound weird. But thoughts?” You turn to look at him, the look on your face making him unconsciously take a step back. Your face remains in a state of rage until you actually begin to survey your own thoughts, and your face drops.

“It-It was-s great. Dammit, Sco-ott! It fe-fe-felt so-so real!” Your hands migrate to your forehead, pushing your hair back before running to sit on the back of your neck.

“Well, why don’t you ask him?”

“He’s-he’s been av-avo-avoiding me all d-ay.” More tears stream down your face as you continue to hyperventilate. You wouldn’t usually react like this, but the biggest crush you’d ever had in your entire life was possibly rejecting you, and you couldn’t even talk to him about it.

“I’ll go talk to him. Why don’t you grab a bottle of water while I go find him, okay?” You nod as Scott gestures to the minifridge in your dressing room. He walks out and you sigh, grabbing the water and chugging most of it. Meanwhile, Scott wanders around the set, looking for his younger brother. He finds him soon enough, talking with a coworker about something to do with directing. Scott motions to his brother and Chris nods, finishing up his conversation before walking over to his sibling.

“Yeah?" Chris asks, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You need to talk to Y/N.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“She thinks you don't like her.”

“What? What do you mean? Of course I like- oh. OH!”

“Yeah. Now please go fix it before she digs a hole in the ground by pacing that much.” Chris’s eyes widen a little more before he nods, running off in the direction of your dressing room.

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“Oh go-go-god, you were ho-ho-hori-horrible at playing that-that trumpet.” You giggle, trying not to pee yourself in the passenger seat of Chris’s car. The man next to you scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns the steering wheel.

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“You-you-you-you sounded like a, like a, like a dying pi-pi-pig.” You continue to laugh in your seat as he pulls the car into an empty parking spot.

“That’s a little harsh.” He responds, turning his head to glare at you playfully, resting his hand on your thigh.

“I had-had to p-p-p-play it for-for-for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Chris turns off the car and leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek before opening his door and stepping out. You open your door and step out as well, Chris walking around the car to grab your hand. He links your hand with his and slowly pulls you along, walking to two of you into the shooting studio. As the two of you enter, the studio’s cat steps into your line of vision. You gasp quietly, picking up the tabby before sitting in a chair behind the camera, set up on the small couch with some snacks and the cat. You barely pay attention as Chris sits down in the interview chair and the cameras start rolling, too distracted by the cat sitting in your lap. Zoning out, you don’t pay attention to any of the questions until you hear your name come into the mix.

“Now you met your wife on the set of Before We Go. Was it hard to make her stutter a part of the character?” Jason Nichols questions.

“Most people assume that it would be hard to incorporate a stutter into a character, but Y/N was actually super flexible and would sometimes even ask if we could do some more takes because she didn’t like the one we had. It was amazing what she did to make the movie an even bigger success.” Chris answers, causing a small smile to rest on your face.

“Now there are many eligible women in Hollywood, so why Y/N?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, she’s already paid less than you, and I don’t imagine that stutter of hers makes it any easier to land roles. I would have imagined you would go for someone in your pay grade.” Ouch.

“Alright, we’re done here.” Chris says, cutting the interview short by standing up from his chair. They quickly cut the cameras as your husband nods to you, telling you to pack up.

“I’m just saying-”

“You aren’t saying anything.” You can visibly see Chris getting more pissed off by the second. You try to pull him away from the scene, but the interviewer keeps trying to insult you. It’s all a blur before Chris finally snaps, punching the interviewer and knocking him to the floor before storming out of the studio.

“I-I am so-so-so sorry.” You whisper to one of the producers. She brushes it off with a quick “he deserved that.” before walking over to the interviewer and talking his ear off as she hands him a couple of tissues. You stand there silently, wondering what you should do when one of the producer’s assistants ushers you out.

“It’ll be fine! We’ll call back to see if Chris wants to reschedule, with a different interviewer of course.”

“T-Thank yo-u.” You whisper, offering him a small smile before walking over to your car, your fuming husband sitting in the driver’s seat.

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“Darling? What’s wrong?” Chris asks, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, his bandaged hand brushing up against the door frame. You look up from your spot on the bed, giving him a small “mm” before looking back at your latest read. “Okay, what is up with you?”

“No-othing.” You mumble.

“Well it’s obviously something. You’ve barely said a word since the interview and you didn't even finish your dinner! Did, did I go too far at the interview?”

“W-What?! No-o! Not at-at all! It’s ju-ust-”

“Just what?”

“Do you-you think Nich-ichols was-was righ-t?” You question, finally deciding to look up at your husband. The look of confusion on his face would have made you laugh if your heart wasn’t silently ripping apart in your chest.

“What?! Of course not Y/N!” He exclaims, taking a mere four steps across the room to sit in front of you, Chris quickly taking your hands into his. “Why would you ever think that?”

“I-I don’t kn-kn-know…” You’re about to continue speaking when Chris starts moving, and it’s only a quick second before your husband has you sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around you.

“Everything that man said today was bullshit Y/N. I chose you for so many reasons, and I don’t regret a thing, you understand?” You nod, slowly tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “I love you. So damn much baby.”

“I lo-ove you t-too.” Chris smiles at you once again before softly kissing you, pulling back just slightly to look at you.

“Why don’t we head to bed? It’s been a long day.” You nod and Chris stands up, walking out to call Dodger into bed and returning quickly with the dog and his lion. The two of you were already in your pajamas, having decided to change when you got home. Chris turns off the lights and slips into bed next to you, his arm immediately taking its designated place on your side. You cuddle into him and sigh, feeling comforted by your husband. Dodger sits on the edge of the bed, laying almost all the way over Chris’ feet. The three of you fall asleep like that, the hours before having worn you out, finally feeling at peace.

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Chapter 1!

Date: August 2,2017

Time: 8:04 am

P.O.V: LaMelo

Location: 📍BBB Estate📍

"ughhhhh!" I groaned and rolled over at the sound of my ugly older Zo brother pounding on my door for me to get ready for school. "tell him to get up he won't listen to anyone else but you and big baller. And as you can see big baller ain't here." "What if he doesn't remember me- it has been two years Zo."I got closer to my door listening to the odd conversation outside of it. Whoever Zo was talking to had a HEAVY New York accent."Ay melo get u- ow!?!"i yelled as i felt the hard wood hit me face "oh my bad" A lightskin girl said. She had to be about 5'4, her hair was out in its natural dark brown curly fro. She had piercings and tattoos all over. She's pure pressure not gonna lie "I know i'm cute but you done staring down at me, we do have school?" she said. "uh why would I be taking you to school I don't even know your name let alone how you got in my house?" I asked genuinely confused. "Zo I told you he wouldn't remember me!" She yelled down the hall."oh well" Zo yelled back, I gave her a confused look. "Wait are you deadass right now?" she asked her voiced cracked in the smallest way. "Uh yea ion think we've met before." I said still confused. "oh I'm Azlia but you can call me Azi."She stared at me for a little longer than usual."No I wanna call you mamas " I said smirking and pulling her close "Ion think ya girl would be okay with that." Azi said laughing and pushing me off her. I already love her laugh and I just met her. "Ion got a girl what is you talking about?" I asked. "Melo stop playing and come downstairs." She said grabbing her bookbag "I made pancakes , sausage and eggs your plate is in the microwave ." Azi said running down the stairs "Thanks" I smiled"No problem." She returned it."Damn Azi you got him using his manners he ain't said that since 08 " Zo said. "How is Denise doing." I said while flicking him off " Pretty swell actually" He said smiling."um no she actually mad at you right now."I said laughing "fuck you" I scrunched my face up."no thanks save that for- wait you can't even save those two inches for Denise"Zo chased me around the kitchen counter."Shut up bitch" Azi was dying the whole time "I'll see you at school Melo ok." Azi said grabbing her keys and wiping her tears from laughing. "why don't we just take the lambo?" I asked . "Um I don't think you little girlfriend would be okay with that. " Azi said laughing bring this 'girlfriend' up once again. "Um what little girlfriend." I said "you serious?" Azi and Zo said at the same time. "Yea I don't have a girlfriend" I said laughing. "Pops melo said he don't got a girlfriend.I heard she clipped you." Zo said laughing. Some bald man walked in and said " melo what are you talking about you and Ashley broke up? He asked with a confused look on his face "I don't know who you or this Ashley is."I raised an eyebrow."Boy if you don't stop playing and take yo ass to school." He said in a serious tone. "Momma who tf is this in the kitchen." I asked "hold on moms I'm coming." Zo said as he went towards the living room. "you better watch ya mouth wild boy" he said "Aye bald bitch- " Before I could even finish ,Azi have covered my mouth which I wasn't expecting because I'm 6'5 and she's 5'4. "Momma who is this and why do you have to walk with a cane?"My voice cracked "Melo? You....ok?" She asked her words were spaced apart and she was stuttering . "Yes no I don't know I wake with zo banging on my door, then Azi a girl that I barely know no offense, "none taken", hits me in the face with my own door, some random man is in the house, you have a cane and your words are spaced apart and you're stuttering ." I said rambling with tears threatening the brim of my eyes. No one said anything they all just stared at me. There were three knocks on the door and Zo had beat Gelo to it zo flicked him of and started dancing "hey babe" some girl i'm assuming was Ashley walked through the door. Zo sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. Gelo snickered. "Why are you here?" Ashley asked Azi with slight annoyance in her voice. She was cute I guess but she wasn't anything compared to Azi "I'm here because i'm wanted to be here can't say the same about you though." Azi said shrugging he shoulders Zo, mom, and Gelo snickered "ughh whatever" Ashley said rolling her eyes. Azi didn't looked fazed at all."If yall are tryna prank me it ain't workin. idk who you are so don't call me babe, the only person i want to call me that is Azi." I said Azi I both blushed but tried to hide it by looking at her toes those perfect little toes.I an into toe-suckin ight but if I was damn "Huh" everybody I palmed myself in the face "Thinking out loud " I said shrugging my shoulders."Melo, baby you alright?" this Ashley girl but this timed she tried to kiss me. "aye bruh Ion know who you are but you need to chill with allat." I said annoyed "I'm out man Azi you coming?" I asked "uh no I can take my car I'll be fine" She with a genuine look on her face. I got in hopped in my lambo and Ashley soon came running and knocking on my window. "What? I asked. "I thought we were going to school together." "um no were not I don't know who you are." I said pulling off and driving to school.Soon Going Bad by Meek Mill Featuring Drake filled the speakers of my car. I saw Azi pull up next to me at a red light blasting the same song. I motioned for her to roll her window down. "What ?" She asked "first if you wanna be like me just say that, second-naw don't do that if anything you wanna be like me" she said cutting me off. "uh excuse me ma'am; second , if I win this race I get to take out on a date." I said smiling showing my pink and green braces. "No ya lil girlfriend would not like that." she said I rolled my eyes "She is not my girlfriend!" I said hitting the steering wheel"Ok whatever you say just know yo ass finna get blasted in this race." She said cockily before I could even say anything back she rolled her window up. It was a strait shot to Chino so there aren't any turns or anything. Azi started revving her engine so I started revving my too. As soon as the light hit green we zoomed off. she cut me off and I as taken back a little by the way she was switching lanes. Azi can drive her ass off. I wasn't gone let her punk me like that so I had to drive past her just to be funny. I saw her flipping me off through my rearview mirror and I laughed to myself about how goofy she is. As soon as I pulled into the Chino parking lot I saw Azi's green car parked in my usual spot. "looks like you can't take me out on a date". Azi said cocky manner and popping her invisible collar. I hopped out my car. "Um I do what I want I'm gonna take you on a date" i said wrapping my arms around my waist and burying my face in neck kissing it a little. I don't know why but I felt like I had a strong connection to this girl somehow. We were at my locker by now."Dip chill"she moaned a little "You can't be grabbing on me like you used to you got a girl ok."She huffed "I don't have a girl me and Ashley never dated and if we did or still do were over i'm gonna tell her after school!" I said annoyed I heard sniffles behind me "If that's how you feel melo then so be it." Ashley said. "No that's not what I meant.I don't remember anything at all." I said annoyed once again. "I don't want to sound harsh or break your heart but when I feel a certain way I'm gonna explain how I feel.I'm sorry but Ashley but when I'm with you I don't feel anything." "Melo chill out I'm not worth fighting for, You and Ashley are well were together until you said what you said I can't get tangled up in your mess again." Azi said with her voice cracking once again. "why do you think that? when i'm with you I feel something that I think that I've felt before. I just I can't remember anything I'm tired of having to choose between people over and over again." I said with tears threatening my eyes. why am I being so emotional? "I need to get to class." Azi and I said at the same time. I swear I'm falling in love with this girl already.We laughed and went our separate ways. Ashley just stood there looking dumb.

Science

"Mr.Ball you're late." My science teacher said I sucked my teeth and kept it pushing my day was already being fucked up. I heard heels clicking behind me "Yo you good?" My teacher asked me "Yea? how old are you?You don't sound like a teacher" I asked. she started dying "melo you a fool bruh for real is everything ok?" "I just said I'm fine can you just go back to teaching." I said with an attitude.There were ooo's going all around the classroom. "Melo ion know what you got going on today but you need to fix. Ian never have I won't have a problem with sending you to the office." she said she sound like she was from New Orleans. I rolled my eyes and went to my seat. "Aye melo you good bruh" some bronwskin boy asked me.He had a nose peircing and half his dreads were red and the other side black. "uh yea" I said keeping it cool and giving signals ian wanna talk. "ight whatever you say dip." he said shrugging his shoulders. "how do you know my- uh nevermind my day is already shitty enough." i said i plugged my headphones and started watching Trollhunters on Netflix not caring about what was going on.

Azila pov

Math

"why are you late Ms.Williams?" my math teacher questioned me. "oh my bad I had to deal with something before class." I said shrugging my shoulders.I'm already over this day. I can't get myself wrapped up in his mess not again, I have to figure out what's wrong with melo he's seemed so off this morning.

SKIP SCHOOL

Melo Pov

"You trippin ian finna go over there ion know them people." I said pissed my day has just been bad all around. "your going...ok." Mommy said .

After two hours of being around people I didn't know, i finally got home. "To prove there is nothing wrong with me why don't we go to the doctor?" I proposed "come on mommy let's go to the doctor " i said with puppy eyes "no" she mushed me "mommmmmmyyyyy pleaaasseeee" I asked annoying her on purpose again."ugh fine" mommy said. Out of nowhere Ashley facetimed me "How do you have my number?"I raised an eyebrow "listen dip I don't know what's going on with you but you need to cut the act. You've been so distant lately and I wanna know why." "I haven't been acting distant I just met you this morning." I hung up and walked towards the car.

15 mins later

"The Ball family,your number room is 082200"

"ooou my birthday" i said dancing "me-lo" my mom just laughed I love when she's happy.

We all got up and walked towards the door

"Hi I'm doctor Amanda Johnson and what will we be discussing today?" She asked, she was really perky, a little too perky "Well melo here started acting unusual this morning".The bald dude said touching my shoulder I started to yank away but mommy gave me that look. "How"? "Well he was saying-Let Lamelo" talk she cut off gelo. he stared in disbelief "I don't think I was acting weird.I woke up to get ready for school and zo and this girl Azi were talkin outside my door and the she hit me in the face with it. I asked her who she was yadayadayada apparently that bald dude is my dad and I got in to it with my science teacher who im guessing i was cool with?." I said recapping everything that happened this morning. "Ok um I'll need to do just a little check up height, weight, the usual." she said I stood up out the chair "holy sh- um how old are you?" she gulped you could hear how intimidated she was when I stood up. "I'm 16." I said nonchalantly."sixte- nevermind lonzo can you help me with the stadiometer" she was like 4'11 "sure" zo said in a weird tone. I sat on the little bed thing. She checked my heartbeat and allat good stuff. "Everything seems to be fine." she said hopping off the stool and started typing away on he desktop."Hmmmmm" The doctor said with a blank stare looking at the computer that's why I hate doctors you never know what they're saying smh. "?Well?" I said "Well there might be a scan that we can do next week to see what's going on with you because that "bald dude" is your dad in fact".She put quotations around bald dude and gave me a weird look. "lady no disrespect but i'm pretty sure i'd remember who my dad is." I said returning her confused look zo slapped the back of my head."ow" I whispered rubbing the back of my head. "Alright I'll see you guys next week." "th-thank you! mommy said.

Later...

Azlia Pov

"Uhh yea oh wait let's get the purple confetti instead." I said to Lee. Today is my mom's birthday so I'm tryna go all out. "Target has better balloons and candles." I said walking out of Walmart "Azi we've been to 8 stores already, are you sure?"Lee said laughing "Yes I'm serious, Mom is turning 42 we gotta go bi-" Before i could finish my sentence my phone started ringing.Incoming cal from Him💕 "Yes?" I smiled"nothing I just wanted to see you're face" he said laughing I rolled my eyes . Before lee could say some shit I muted the phone."Is tha- Yes it is lee now mind the business that pays you" I laughed and unmuted. "why'd you mute ma?" he questioned "Lee was saying outta pocket shit about how I'm always at target." I said rolling my eyes. "You literally got to target Every day!" Melo exclaimed "You in my business don't do that." I laughed"I'll call you later ok? Alright byebye." I hung up"It's his contact name still being him with the heart for me." Lee shut up and help me look for balloons" I said laughing."Tell me why simi just texted me and said: Ik you at target or Walmart get me sum gummywors" I laughed

Aziiiiiii😒

Fuckkk no

Simi😊👎

Azi rs stop playing

Aziiiiii😒

Fine troli or Haribo?

Simi 😊👎

Troli🙏

Aziiiii

Sike you thought hoe😊

Simi😊👎

fuck you monae

Azi😒

Ahhhhhh not the middle name💀😔

read 5:14 pm

Fine i'll get you some

*not delivered*

Simi?

*not delivered*

Aye ho- I mean simii?😃

*not delivered*

Azi

tell simi unblock me or he aint gettin shit

Teneal😘

just like that bett!💀

Teneal😘 sent a voice message

"Azi said unblock her or you aint getting shit. Im tellin momma" She laughed and Simi yelled

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