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sunnyaelia · 1 month
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Listener and Talker Part 2
Part 2 of this, basically Alexia continues to be cute and you try to match her actions and do some things for her
Also, inspired by real life events of her hair tie almost falling off her wrist despite her massive hands lol, someone give my girl some new ones 
I’m literally at my limit with uni work and my private life right now so excuse me if I don’t upload daily anymore
Pure fluff :)
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“Holaaa.” Alexia had a bright smile on her face as she held the door open for you, a stark contrast to the usually more blank expression she wore. “I already ordered some food for us because I couldn’t wait.” 
You thanked her as you slipped through the door into her house, pulling your shoes off before following her to the dinner table which was indeed already set and filled with food. You recognised the portion that was on your plate as the one you had tried a week ago that had been too spicy. Alexia noticed you looking at it and gently led you to your seat while explaining. 
“Thought you’d might want to try it again since you liked the food itself, I asked them to make it less spicy this time so you can enjoy it.” She pointed to a glass of milk that was standing next to the food. 
“Milk can help if it’s still too spicy. Or we can switch food, I don’t mind.” She sent you a small smile before she sat down herself, pouring some water into your glass and hers. 
You felt yourself swoon at the gesture, Alexia once again showing just how considerate she was, not only remembering the exact food you had told her about a week ago but also going out of her way to ensure that you could try it again without having trouble dealing with the spice. 
She had asked you to come over for dinner a few days ago, something you two constantly did and mostly at her or your home since you both didn’t like to be interrupted by fans. As much as you loved them, it was just nice to be alone sometimes.
So, you had agreed to meet at her house and eat together there. You usually were just excited and a tiny bit nervous to meet Alexia, today you were quite on edge because the moment in the changing room hadn’t left your mind since it had happened. You could have sworn she had felt it too, the short moment when both of your eyes met and you were about to say that you had fallen for her. 
You could just tell her now, there was no Mapi here to interrupt the moment. The fear of rejection was too big though. As much as you had gotten to know Alexia over the past months, she was still unreadable to you sometimes, her thoughts hidden behind a stern look. 
The guarded look was on her face right now as well, trying to hide the feelings for you that had only grown over the past weeks. She had been quite into you from the beginning on, when you had walked onto the training grounds with a bright smile on your face and a happy greeting directed towards her. She remembered the exact way she had felt when you had hugged her for the first time, celebrating her goal as if it had been yours. The pure joy and enthusiasm you had, no matter who you interacted with was contagious and Alexia was so drawn to you. She wasn’t shy so asking you to meet up with her wasn’t an issue - now asking you to turn it from normal meet ups as friends to actual dates was very difficult however. 
The time passed quickly as it always did and before she knew it her chance to finally ask you out had passed, you giving her one last hug and a thank you before going back home. You could still basically feel the butterflies in your stomach at how incredibly sweet she had been about the food, giving you the chance to enjoy it without burning your tongue off. 
So, determined to step up your game and give something back to Alexia, you racked your brain for something the blonde could use. Your first thought was new hair ties, remembering how she had sighed in annoyance at least 5 times this week because of her hair ties almost slipping off her wrists. They were pretty stretched out, damaged from the constant tight ponytails from all of the training sessions and matches. Getting those was easy anyway and you knew which ones she preferred, thankfully knowing where to get them from. 
On Monday you were beaming even brighter than usually when you saw Alexia in the parking lot. She gave you a hug, enjoying the wave of perfume from you that hit her as you basically jumped into her arms, easily caught by her strong arms. Even though it was just a small gift you were veryexcited when you handed Alexia the neatly packed hair ties, getting even happier when you saw how much she liked them, quickly exchanging her old ones for them. You explained how you had gotten them in black and blonde so it would fit to her hair if she preferred that or if she enjoyed the contrast of the black hair tie against her light hair. Alexia’s heart skipped a beat as she realised how much thought you had put into it and she was quick to thank you with a tight hug, not trusting herself to sound enthusiastic enough if she simply thanked you. 
It was another night of you and Alexia meeting for dinner, this time at your house. You had decided to make dumplings, well aware how much Alexia loved them. She had complained a few times about never getting full from the serving of dumplings you would receive in the restaurants, never enough to quite satisfy her. So, you made them yourself this time and made a lot of them as well. You were incredibly proud already, even before you presented them to Alexia but the way her eyes lit up as she inspected the countless neatly folded dumplings, listening as you explained that you had used different fillings but ensured that most of them were the usual ones so she’d definitely like them. 
Alexia couldn’t contain her bright smile as you ranted on while gesturing to the different filled plates. She felt an overwhelming surge of love at how much time you had put into this, you must have started hours before to get everything done since you had made it all from scratch. As she watched you talk she couldn’t help but focus on your lips. They looked incredibly tempting right now, plump and pink and she found herself feeling the urge to kiss them again - just like a week ago in the changing room.
This time, she gave in. 
You were interrupted by Alexia pressing her lips to yours, for a moment too shocked to react. Though you quickly responded, Alexia slowly wrapping her arms around you as you did, pulling you in closer as she deepened the kiss. You stood up onto your tip toes, trying to get closer to the Catalan and the warmth that surrounded her. As new as it was to be so intimate with her, it felt so incredibly good, a small gasp escaping you when Alexia tilted your head back a bit and then used the better angle to gently push her tongue into your mouth. She definitely knew what she was doing, one of her hands slowly travelling up your sides and tugging you close enough to press both of your bodies together, ensuring with a tight grip that you’d stay where she had pulled you. Her other hand, which she had used to tilt your head back, stayed there as she gently wove her fingers into your hair. The kiss was broken by a very satisfied smirk from Alexia when a gasp escaped you while she lightly bit onto your lower lip. The kiss had left you quite breathless, trying to catch it as she smiled down at you. 
You were quick to smile back, very happy with how this evening had turned out already. 
“So I take it you like the dumplings?” Alexia chuckled, shrugging playfully before answering. 
“Hmm I haven’t tried yet.”
She laughed as you lightly smacked her shoulder, pulling you into another kiss that qujckly turned into a quite long one again, both of you breathless when you separated once more. 
“I want to take you on a date. If you’ll let me.” Alexia looked unfamiliar shy as she said it, eyes more focused on where she was still holding you close to her so she almost missed the teasing smile on your face. 
“Well we could just turn this into a date?” 
“But then you’d have taken me on a date first, I want to take you on a date.” The more familiar confident smirk was back on her face, her sentence making you fully laugh. Of course she’d insist on taking you on the date first, as competitive as she always was. 
“Okay.” You looked up at her as you agreed, unknowingly making her heart flutter at the sight of your eyes fixed on hers, faint blush on your cheeks. 
“Yeah?” The smug expression shouldn’t be so frustratingly attractive but it definitely was, increasing the blush that was already visible on your face, your smile bright as you answered again. 
“Yeah.” 
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slut4sugu · 9 months
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𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
Prowler Miles x shy Fem!Black Reader
Including: aged up!characters, sweet yet flirty miles, use of nicknames/pet names: mami, ma, doll, baby, princesa, uncle Aron being funny, overprotective miles, use of Spanish
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🎸: 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐦- 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐟𝐭. 𝐘𝐆
FIRST WEEKS DATING
Makes sure your okay and comfortable 24/7, he might look scary but nonetheless he always makes sure your safe.
Always picks up on the 2nd ring when you call him, no matter what time of day (unless when he’s out being the prowler) he always picks up even if its just you calling because you can’t sleep.
Gives you self defense weapons, he almost laughs when he sees you holding a heavy Bo-staff making you pout slightly before he eases up on the teasing and just gives you a taser an alarm.
Tells you to not be out late at night without letting him know (so he can avoid that area)
Acts as your guard dog whenever you two go out, making sure that whenever you step into a place people know your with him
When you finally sat down with Miles’s mom and Uncle for dinner, Rio was happy to see that you spoke Spanish as well. (And of course you called her Ms.Morales)
Uncle Aron winked at Miles when he told everyone he was happy he brought home, ‘A pinky pie.’ Which made him roll his eyes, before discreetly holding your hand from under the table.
Teaches you a bit of self defense which then led to him pinning you to the wall, and your first kiss. Which was shortly ended by Aron, who interrupted the kiss to remind miles to pay up for losing a bet. (Aron said that miles was soo whipped for you that he couldn’t go a month without kissing you, which an defensive miles denies. Which started the bet that he inevitably lost)
Doesn’t tell you he’s the prowler unless you find out, besides that he waits to tell you until wayy later.
FIRST COUPLE MONTHS
Gets more comfortable with you, starts calling you his girl more openly
Becomes more soft around you: Starts pulling you into hugs randomly and kisses for no reason, kissing your knuckles when your first waking up.
Like hobie he has to be touching you in some type of way, if you both have a sleepover or he falls asleep while hanging out with you, his arm has to be around your waist/ holding your hand. He feels more comfortable knowing that your locked in his hold.
Very very very light sleeper, since yk prowler biz and all. If your trying to creep out of bed in the middle of the night forget abt it, the slightest feeling of you leaving his grasp wakes him up. And you’re met with a, “What you doin doll?”
Leaves his hoodies and shirts at your place when he’s out being the prowler, he knows you like wearing his clothes especially the smell of the expensive cologne on them, and he loves seeing you in them when he inevitably comes back to check up on you.
SPOILS TF OUTTA YOU, little did you know he was making bank in his line of work, until you started to notice the one to many expensive gifts he would buy you almost daily. Whether it be a necklace you told your boyfriend you would ‘die for’ that you magically saw on your bed the next afternoon, or some red bottoms heels that you saw in a store window.
“Ve a divertirte, princesa, y muéstrame lo que compraste cuando vuelva.” (Go have fun princess and show me what you bought when i get back)
Eventually you asked how he’s getting the money for all of these things, and thats when he sat you down and told you everything. You were shocked at first but it made sense, you told him you would always love him regardless of what he did, as long as he didn’t get too hurt. Which made him chuckle before stating, “Mami, I never get hurt. Don’t worry about me, now get ready I’m taking you out in an hour.”
He loves spending money on you mainly because you look good in anything you try on, whether it be dresses, heels, skirts, whatever it is. As soon as he sees you in it consider it sold.
4+ MONTHS
Finally says ‘I love you’
Those three little words aren’t something that miles says a lot, so when he said them to you one lazy afternoon while you were snuggled into his side, your eyes widened and you sat up to look at him. “You love me?” Humming in response, you quickly sat on his lap before wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him. Your face buried into his neck.
“I love you too amor.”
After that day, you became wifey in his head.
Though keeping his stoic demeanor you could tell he changed a little after that, being more meaningful with his kisses and hugs.
he became a little bit more overprotective in the process but you reassured him that you’d be safe and always wold tell him whenever your going somewhere.
Bought you a promise ring on your anniversary </3 (it was very nice for a promise ring, it almost looked like a wedding ring but miles said your wedding ring would be much nicer </333
He gave you a credit card with ALOT of money n it, he hardly wanted you to use your own money so you had almost 20K+ saved on your cards because of it. (Mind you he paid for ALLL of your expenses: Cars, apartment, student loan, etc.)
Uncle Aron started to realize how much miles loved you and started to give miles a little little bit more time with you. Which was greatly appreciated by the both of you.
Overall you were wifey from the start </3
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runnning-outof-time · 2 months
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K, congrats on 3.5K and I was wondering if you can make something about “Why’re you looking at me?” and it’s Tommy or John having a crush? AAAAAAA
Thanks for sending this in, E!! @writers-hes I’m sorry it took me so long to write!! I just had to go with Tommy for it because (if you haven’t noticed already) he’s my fave to write for! The thought of this made my giddy haha. Enjoy! :)
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Strictly Business
Tommy Shelby x Reader
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Warnings: smoking, drinking
Word Count: 1186
Summary: When a business associate doesn’t show, Tommy and (Y/N) make the most of a dinner…and try their best to keep their true feelings under wraps.
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“Do you really need me here?” (Y/N) asked for the umpteenth time as she sat down across from Tommy at the table they’d been led to. She didn’t expect to be dining at some posh establishment today, but for Tommy Shelby, she’d drop her plans and do just about anything if he asked it of her.
Yeah…not the best mindset logistically thinking, but what can she say…she was smitten with him. Problem was that he hardly gave her the time of day with it came to that. Strictly business. That’s what they agreed on.
“I do,” Tommy nodded, fishing a cigarette out of its packet so that he could perch it between his lips and strike a match to light it. He cleared his throat then as he crossed his one leg over the other and sat back, looking around for the person he’d be meeting.
“Guess that’s that then,” (Y/N) commented, more so to herself than anything, as she grabbed the napkin and draped it over her lap. She then began to peruse the menu because hey, if she was going to have to be in this fancy establishment, she was going to sample their wares.
The waiter came over to their table moments later and (Y/N) took her time to chat with him, asking him what he recommended, what was popular, and what would pair well together. She must’ve took around ten minutes trying to figure out the dish she wanted to order. Once she did, the man turned to Tommy. He kept it simple, ordering a whiskey.
“You’re really not ordering anything?” (Y/N) asked him after the man left.
“I figured that if I got hungry, I’d take something from your plate,” he answered honestly, a grin teetering on his lips.
“Bold of you to assume anything will be left,” she countered, her grin matching his.
Tommy just pursed his lips at her statement, trying to stop his grin from growing bigger than it already was. He then accepted the whiskey from the waiter and brought it to his lips, thankful he had it to hide what he was really feeling. Strictly business.
Time passed as the two waited for the business associate to show up. Nothing much was said, but nothing really needed to be said. Tommy and (Y/N) had become accustomed to sitting in silence, and more often then not, they found it peaceful. It was comforting in a way.
About a half hour had passed now, and there was still no appearance of said business associate.
“Is this man coming?” (Y/N) questioned, her brows furrowed.
“He said he would be,” Tommy dismissed her question, sipping on his third whiskey. The fact that he was sat here instead of out making sure everything else was running properly kind of irked him. The only reason he wasn’t marking it as a complete bust was the fact that (Y/N) was there.
“At least we get a meal out of it,” she commented as the waiter brought her dinner out. She smiled up at him as a thank you before surveying the delicious plate of food that was placed in front of her. A wider smile grew on her lips as she looked back to Tommy. “Well…at least I got a meal out of it.” She couldn’t help but correct herself, her teasing statement making Tommy roll his eyes at he fought his grin back.
(Y/N) dug into her dinner, making sure to make an exaggerated comment about how absolutely delicious the food she chose was. She was enjoying her dinner so much that she momentarily forgot he was even there with her.
Which is why when she looked up to see his eyes focused on her with the slightest smile dancing on his lips, she thought her heart was about to jump out of her body. She’d never seen Tommy look at her in that way. It was almost as if his eyes were twinkling, the shade of blue present in them just about making her breathless.
“Why’re you looking at me?” she broke the silence. While she didn’t want to ruin the reverie that had been created the second their eyes met, she had to say something or else she might have combusted on the spot.
“Hmm?” he simply hummed, and (Y/N) wanted to groan. He’s purposefully making this hard on me.
“Why’re you looking at me like that…like you just were a few seconds ago?” she repeated her question.
“What was I looking at you like?” he asked, his brows now raised.
“Don’t make this tough for me, Tommy,” she huffed, her heart going at about a mile a minute. His expression didn’t change. (Y/N) huffed again. He’s really gonna have me spell it out to him. “You were looking at me like…I don’t know, like you were dreaming or something,” she tried her best to explain it.
“I wasn’t dreamin’,” he shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Well you looked like it,” she shot back, sending him a glare that a smile was trying so hard to break through. Tommy lazily shrugged off the conversation, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips. (Y/N) shrugged also, focusing - well trying to focus - on her meal once more.
“I was watchin’ you,” he stated after a few minutes had passed.
“Oh yeah?” (Y/N)’s eyes shot up to match his once more.
“Yeah,” he affirmed, taking a deep drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out slowly before continuing, “I enjoy watching you. Brings some quiet to me mind.”
“Oh yeah?” she answered with the same question she asked before, although her voice was softer this time around.
“Yeah,” he nodded again, leaving it at that, even though he wanted to say so much more to her. He wanted to tell her just how much she had helped him since he met her. Tell her how he couldn’t get her off of his mind, even if he tried. Strictly business.
The conversation ended there, and (Y/N) tried her best to focus back on the meal in front of her. Something was burning in her mind though, something that she couldn’t shake no matter how hard she tried.
“Tommy…?” she spoke again after a few more minutes had passed.
“Yeah?” his eyes were on her in a second. They never really left.
“There was never someone coming to this dinner, was there?” she just had to ask him.
“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” he answered with a vague statement, although his eyes told her a different story. See what Tommy didn’t know was that (Y/N) had gotten pretty good at reading his eyes. She’d never call him out on the truths he brushed over though.
Instead she pursed her lips to hide her smile. “Strictly business?” she checked with him after a few beats of silence.
“Strictly business,” he answered with a nod, ending the conversation there. His answer was short and succinct, but his eyes told her differently.
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thefallennightmare · 1 year
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Arranged-six
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Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.
Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but lovingtowards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.
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My bare feet padded on the floor as I followed the soft tune that played throughout the house and when I entered the kitchen, a small smile grazed my face. Bucky had his back turned to me while he was adding some finishing touches to our dinner, his voice singing along to the music. 
“Are you going to stare at my ass or take a seat? Dinner’s almost finished,” Bucky spoke, not even looking at me. 
My cheeks burned red with embarrassment while I shifted on my feet, getting caught staring, even though he hadn’t turned his back on me or even heard me sneak up behind him. 
He then turned to face me with a warm smile. “Come on.” 
I followed his extended hand as he led me to the dinner room, where a small gasp fell from my lips. He had the table set up with candles and a couple bouquets of flowers. The fireplace in the room was roaring to life, warming my body immediately. 
“Wow, you outdid yourself.” I chuckled. 
“You have no idea, doll,” he smirked while pulling out the chair for me. 
I smiled a thanks and watched as he quickly left only to return with two plates in his hand, setting mine down in front of me. I continued to watch him with an adoring smile, truly shocked that he had done this for me. 
“You know, I’ve only ever seen you dressed up. It’s nice to see you wear something more comfortable,” I noted, quietly noting that I was glad I hadn’t dressed up either, keeping it comfortable. 
He was wearing a deep navy sweater that did wonders for bringing out his bright blue eyes and dark sweatpants. 
Bucky nodded before motioning to the plate in front of him. “Before it gets too cold.” 
We ate in a surprisingly comfortable silence, us stealing glances every once in a while. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, these small things that Bucky had been doing the last couple of days had been warming my heart. He knew that I wasn’t happy about our situation and instead of getting upset, he did his best to make me feel comfortable. 
“So,” Bucky handed off our empty plates to Barb. 
She took it with a smile before disappearing back into the kitchen. 
“So,” I repeated, wondering what would happen next. 
“With our wedding on Saturday,” he began. 
I sat up a bit straighter in my chair while he continued. “I want you to know that I won’t pressure you into anything until you’re ready. You can continue to sleep in your room until you’re comfortable around me.” 
“I’m getting there,” I admitted, “But I do like the idea of not sharing a bed quite yet; in any aspect.” 
I didn’t have to say it; sex. Bucky already understood. 
“Whenever you’re ready, Y/N,” he smiled before taking a long sip of his beer. 
He must have seen my wandering gaze as I looked around the room because he offered me his flesh hand. 
“Would you like a tour?” He asked. 
I eagerly nodded and with our hands linked, Bucky walked me throughout every room on the main level and when we began walking down the hallway towards his office, I saw a large variety of pictures littering the walls. The other rooms I had previously seen were filled with paintings, no family pictures. It wasn’t until we started walking down the hallway that I noticed it. 
“Family pictures?” I asked. 
Bucky nodded and let my hand go as I took my time with each one, a smile on my face. Bucky as a baby, with his sister, a handful of with his parents. I noticed that after a few family pictures of the four of them, it became the three; him, his sister, and dad. 
I looked over to Bucky with sad eyes, knowing that must have been when his mother passed and after he gave me a small smile, I continued looking at the pictures. It wasn't until the last family picture that my brows scrunched in confusion. 
Bucky was older in this one, a teenager with his sister a few years younger but it was his father in the picture that had my attention. 
“Everything alright?” Bucky questioned, seeing the confusion on my face. 
I gave him a slight nod. “Yeah. It’s just this picture of your dad that seems so familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere.” 
Bucky swallowed hard before linking our fingers together once more and pulled me towards a door that led to the backyard, where there was a small fire burning in the middle of his seating area. The smooth jazz that was playing during our dinner was now playing outside. 
“Blanket?” 
“Please,” I smiled as we sat on the couch. 
He covered my legs with a blanket before sitting next to me but still keeping a distance between us. 
“I’ve been meaning to ask, did you want to have your parents there on Saturday?” Bucky asked.
He was leaning against the back of the couch, metal arm resting on the top edge. His fingers were ghosting over  my shoulder and I shuddered, wondering how they felt tracing over the barness of my skin. 
“I think they would die if I didn’t invite them,” I joked. “Would you have anyone there?” 
He didn’t have to say it, I knew that he would have loved to have his family there, even if we were going to the courthouse. I noticed the way his smile fell, eyes welling with tears. But he blinked them away before they even uttered to fall. 
“Steve will be there. He’s the only family I’ve got left,” Bucky sighed. 
I placed a hand on his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, then placed my own hands in my lap. My eyes watched the dancing flames, simply enjoying the quiet night and also my company. Bucky’s gaze rested on the side of my head and I couldn’t help the smirk that came to my lips. 
“See what ya like?” I teased. 
He nodded. “From the moment you barged into my office.” 
There was a warmness to my cheeks and I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before shifting on the outdoor couch, now facing Bucky. I sucked on my bottom lip between my teeth, the urge to ask this question weighing on my shoulders since the first moment I saw him. I just didn’t know if he would be alright talking about it. 
“Can I ask you something?” I asked. 
Bucky nodded so with a deep breath, I let my fingers ghost over his metal arm. 
“What’s this made out of?” 
He smiled fondly at my genuine interest. “Vibranium. It’s one of the most expensive and sought after pieces of metal in the world.” 
Of course he would be able to afford something like this. 
“Is it heavy to lug around?” 
He let out a deep chuckle. “Not at all. It’s very light, like a feather.” 
Bucky raised his hand up and wiggled his fingers. I noticed that it didn’t even make a noise, it was silent.
“How did it happen?” 
My voice was quiet, I was sure Bucky had to sit closer to me in order to hear. 
He went rigid and swallowed the large lump in his throat.
“Car accident about six years ago. There was an older movie playing at the small theater in town. Rebecca loved those.” 
My heart dropped when he mentioned his sister. 
“She was driving and it was really dark out,” Bucky let out a shaky breath but composed himself quickly. “A deer came out of nowhere and she tried to avoid it but ended up wrapping the car around a tree. She died on impact.” 
“Oh, Bucky,” I sighed. 
“I had my arm out of the window when it got crushed between the car and tree. Medics tried to save it but there was too much nerve damage,” Bucky said. 
There was an immense weight on his shoulders, unspoken words of what he went through that night. The guilt was evident in his eyes in the way he avoided my gaze so with a soft touch, I cupped his cheek. Bucky almost melted into my touch, eyes fluttering shut as the pad of my thumb traced down his cheek. The hairs on his chin tickled my hand. 
The blue of his eyes bore into me, like the sky in the winter and ocean in the spring. I found myself swimming in them. 
“You’re carrying so much guilt, Bucky,” I muttered.
He hummed into my touch. 
“If you ever need someone to talk to or a shoulder to lean on, I’m here.” 
Bucky placed a chaste kiss on the inside of my palm and my heart skipped a beat, the butterflies low in my belly fluttered. 
“Thank you, doll.” Bucky mused. 
A silent yawn fell from my lips and with a slight chuckle, Bucky rose to his feet while linking our fingers together. 
“Let’s get you to bed,” he suggested. 
I would have argued but the tiredness ached deep into my bones so I agreed, letting him walk me back into the house and up towards my bedroom. 
Today had been wonderful, with a small hiccup, but it ended out perfectly. Bucky had been such a sweetheart with me all day, not pressuring me into anything and allowing me to take things at my own pace. 
Sure there were some things that he was hiding with his work however I never actually asked him what he did. Maybe if I did, he would be honest with me. He had been since I first arrived. 
We halted in front of my bedroom door and Bucky made no effort to drop my hand, not that I was complaining. 
“So, I’ll be stuck in meetings all morning but have some free time for a couple of hours tomorrow afternoon. Maybe we could spend it together,” Bucky suggested. 
I smiled. “I’d like that.” 
His lips brushed across the back of my knuckles. “Goodnight, doll.” 
“Goodnight, Bucky.” 
Reluctantly he dropped my hand and began walking towards his bedroom but paused, his back muscles tensing. With a quick turn on his heels, he faced me once more. 
“I had a really great time tonight.”
I smiled. “Ditto.” 
He ran a hand over his chin. “There’s a little something for you in your room.” 
Curiosity peaked as I raised a brow, bouncing on the soles of my feet at the thought of a surprise. 
Once Bucky slipped into his room, the door opened ajar, I made my way into my own and quickly noticed the small black box on the table next to my bed. My heart thumped hard in my chest and hands shook as I reached for it, my breath getting caught in the confines of my throat.
Inside was a ring; a gold band with a large, black, oval diamond. 
It was absolutely breathtaking. 
I had been so distracted with the ring that I almost missed the small note that lay underneath the box. 
I hope you like it. Figured if you didn’t want your dream wedding the least I could do was get you a dream ring. 
See you in the morning. 
Xxx
Bucky.
I was starting to become fond of Bucky’s chicken scratch written notes. 
With another yawn, I placed the box back into its previous spot before treading into my bathroom, ready to let the comfort of my bed and Bucky’s soft singing lull me to sleep. 
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The Pirate Lord Part 2
the future queen of Ravka doesn’t even know she’s going to wear a crown
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You didn’t talk to him for almost two days.
He practically chased you around, vying for your attention as you avoided him like the plague. He’d lied. And not a white lie—Sturmhond had lied about his entire identity. His life. Well, you supposed, not Sturmhond. Because your captain and lover, the man you wanted to marry, was Prince Nikolai Lantsov, the youngest prince of Ravka.
So you spent your hours away from him processing and memorizing the palace, ducking into random rooms and examining anything you were allowed to see. You had to admit, finding out you were sleeping with a prince wasn’t the worst shock of your life.
You’d smacked him, though. Pretty hard.
“Y/N,” a voice called and you turned to see Tamar approaching, her eyes comically wide as she did a small spin in the hallway. “not too bad of a hovel, is it?” She asked, letting out a low whistle.
“It’s ghastly,” you lied, smirking. “how will we ever survive this?”
“Same way we survive anything.” She mused, flicking a very expensive looking vase as she passed it. “Lots of rum. Lots.” Then she stopped, tilting her head at you. “You should talk to him. He misses you.”
“Talk to who?” You asked, a thread of annoyance in your tone. “Sturmhond, or Nikolai?”
“They’re the same man.” Tamar rolled her eyes, swinging her arm around your shoulders and pulling you down the hall. “Come on, Y/N. We didn’t go through all that hell on the waves just for you two to be pissed at one another.”
“He can apologize to me.” You said, indignant. “Eventually.”
“Saints save us all.” She grumbled, leading the two of you towards the hall for dinner.
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Nikolai had told you the truth only after you’d docked and made your way into Ravka. And he’d done it in the most ridiculous way possible—simply removing his coat to reveal a second one underneath, smiling and holding his arms out comically to you. He’d even had the audacity to say “surprise” seconds before you whacked him hard on his good shoulder.
The arrow wound was healed, but his muscle was still tender.
Now he watched you at dinner, still sitting with his crew like he always did. The difference now was that the table was far more elaborate, and there was a very comforting lack of eggs and pickles. Tolya and Tamar sat across from you, bickering over Saints knows what, while Nikolai sat beside you as you pointedly ignored him.
“Y/N,” he began, tilting his head at you. You pretended not to hear him, picking at the bowl of fruit on your plate. Fruit for heaven’s sakes. You swore never to eat a pickle again. “Y/N, please, you wouldn’t have been with me if you’d have known.”
You glared down at a strawberry, spearing it rather aggressively with your fork. He sighed and turned in his seat, placing his hand near your arm, but not on it.
“Come on. You know that I’m right.”
Tamar and Tolya were suddenly very, very interested in their own plates, the rest of the crew busying themselves with literally any topic that came to mind. You could’ve sworn someone mentioned how good the plumbing was and blocked them out.
“You don’t know that.” You said, voice cold as you shot him a look. “Everything the two of us have is based on honesty. How am I supposed to trust anything you say? You’re even acting different.”
“I cant be Sturmhond here, Y/N. I have to behave in a certain manner—”
“‘A certain manner’,” you sneered. “How royal of you.”
“You are still my Second, and the love of my life. Being a prince changes nothing—”
You stood up abruptly, almost knocking over a glass as you left the table. The crew stared, stunned, as Nikolai quickly followed, chasing after you out of the dining hall.
You stormed down the hallway towards the door that you knew led to the gardens, and past that, the lake. You’d barely stepped outside before he jumped in front of you, holding his hands out in supplication.
“Y/N,” he panted, walking backwards as you moved towards the lake, out of sight from the palace. You spotted some sort of gazebo in the distance, decorated with cushions and seemingly abandoned, and walked towards it. “Y/N, you have to believe me.”
“I don’t.” You gritted out, stomping over to the cushioned structure. “Have to do anything.” You plopped down onto the cushions, splaying out in a very messy manner. You huffed as you looked up at the ceiling, at the marble arches. “Don’t lie to me ever again.” You ordered, tossing the prince a glare.
He had the audacity to roll his eyes as he sat down beside you, shrugging off his heavy jacket and tossing it aside.
“I told you I wouldn’t.” He said, tilting his head. “But I swear I won’t. Scouts honor.” He held out his pinkie and you snorted, hooking your own through his.
“That’s a very powerful oath, Sturm—” you paused, eyebrows furrowing. “Nikolai.”
“Actually, that’s Nikolai Lantsov—Major of the Twenty-Second Regiment, Soldier of the King’s Army, Grand Duke of Udova, and second son to His Most Royal Majesty, King Alexander the Third, Ruler of the Double Eagle Throne to you, Second.”
“You’re insufferable.” You scoffed, but smiled at his familiar smirk, that mischievous light in his eyes back. “Don’t…act in front of me. I know that you have to be all posh and regal or whatever in front of the others, but not in front of me.” You frowned a bit, unsure of why it hurts to say these things to him. “I fell in love with Sturmhond.”
He swallowed, looking away from you, and sighed.
“You might love him,” he said, softly, his eyes still refusing to meet yours. “but I love you. And I had hoped that that would’ve been enough.” He gave you a look, a calm look that masked his pain and heartache, and you regretted your words the moment he moved to rise.
“No, I—” you grasped his arm, rising onto your knees as you tugged him back down. “I do love you. I do. I’m just going to have to get used to the changes, that’s all.” You knew your expression was pleading, and still you pushed on. “Just two days ago you were a pirate. This is a big switch for me.”
“Privateer.” He mumbled, but allowed a small smile to appear on his handsome face. “I’m sure you’ll adjust when you realize just how much I’m going to spoil you now that I’m in Ravka.”
You let a grin wash over your face as you tugged him forward by his shirt, pressing your mouth to his own. He laid you down eagerly atop the cushions, hands sinking into your hair as he kissed you.
“I love you.” He murmured, losing himself in the feel of you as you freed the prince from his clothes.
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Your wedding had been an event to mark the century.
You’d had it on your ship, traveling all the way back to the ocean to marry your king. And as you kissed him, your crew and the guests clinking glasses and congratulating you both, the shell at the base of your collarbones lit up, sending tendrils of light and shimmering color across your skin.
“Queen of the seas.” Nikolai mused, glancing over at the water. Colorful fish could be seen under the surface, and when he took your hand and rested it on the rail, you could see the siren’s magic flowing all the way down your body. “I think the ocean approves, don’t you?”
You grinned, head still slightly heavier than usual from the crown that now rested upon it. It had been crafted by Nikolai himself, for you, and his outstanding powers of creation had made you a gorgeous pearl encrusted crown worthy of any queen of the seas. You turned to him, moving into his embrace as he grinned down at you.
“How do you feel about being a Queen?” He asked, raising a brow. His own coronation had been only a month before, an event at which you’d cried an embarrassing amount.
“I feel like being bedded by a king right about now.” You teased, wiggling your brows as he laughed.
“Am I to expect you to start giving me commands?” Nikolai tilted his head, tugging you closer. Nearby, Tolya was still celebrating, having had caught the bouquet. “You’re no longer my Second, you know.”
“You can start calling me Captain if you want.” You teased, leaning forward to press a long, soft kiss to his mouth. He was yours. Officially, now.
Although, you would force him to sail with you someday. Just for fun.
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To my Favorite person,
Would it be okay to make some more muntant mayhem ones? I love the one you made! Amazing content like always! <3
Family In The Sewer (Fluff)
MM!Donatello x reader
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A/N: I’m your favorite person? You’re so cute and thank you😭💚 Hope you’re ready for some Donnie time💜
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You’re finally meeting your boyfriend’s big family, who just happens to live in the sewer.
Warnings: Family cuteness💜 and maybe some spelling. I was a little tired heh
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New York City was buzzing with activity on a usual Wednesday, as Donatello led you through the crowded streets, his hand intertwined with yours. The two of you had just left your favorite pizza place, and were now making your way to the sewer Donatello called home.
You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today was finally the day you were going to meet Donnie's family. You had met his brothers during school, and even been out bowling with them, but you had never met the rest of the big family.
It was no secret that Donnie had been nervous about it. His family was nothing like yours. Your family was small compared to his, and only made up of humans. All though it had been a bit strange bringing a mutant turtle home for your parents to meet, it had been a somewhat normal get together, with dinner and your family asking Donnie all sorts of questions. But Donnie’s family was quite a bit different. Only consisting of mutants, being him and his brothers were the only turtles. He had told you about them. His rat father and his cockroach stepmother, and her many siblings that now lived with them.
You followed Donnie down into the sewer, finding the whole experience fascinating. You had never been at his place, mainly being that it was located in the sewers, and he had told you it was cramped with his family there. Therefore it wasn’t uncommon for Donnie to spend the night at your place. There he could do his homework and get some peace, without having to listen to Ray Fillet’s singing, Mikey and Mondo Gecko’s skateboards, Bebop and Rocksteady’s booming voices, or whatever Splinter and Scumbug told each other in their secret language.
With a deep breath, you followed him down into the sewers and through the winding tunnels until you reached the home of the mutant family. The moment you stepped into the entrance, you were greeted by the familiar face of Leonardo.
“Oh! Hey Donnie! Hey (Y/N)!”, he greeted, jumping on one leg as he was getting his shoes on.
“Hey Leo”, you greeted.
“Where are you going?”, Donnie asked, watching his oldest brother as he finally got the shoe one.
“Nowhere”, Leo answered, standing like a deer caught in the headlights.
“April asked you to help her with her new story, didn’t she?”, Donnie said with a sly smile.
“Maaaaaaybe”, Leo said, moving further and further to the exit. “Anyway, see you later. Bye!”
“He’s still not over that prom thing, is he?”, you asked your boyfriend, watching Leo leave the lair in a hurry.
“Nope”, Donnie answered, before guiding you further into his home.
To say that the lair was cramped was an understatement. There was not a surface where a mutant wasn't doing some sort of activity. Who you guessed was Mondo Gecko was skating in the hallway-like tunnel with Mikey, while Genghis Frog was filming them. They greeted you with a small hello, letting you and Donnie pass before continuing what they were doing.
The moment you stepped into the main area, you were almost tumbled by Leatherhead and Wingnut, as they were hurrying to the computer desk. They shouted apologies at you and Donnie, before fighting over who got to play on the computer first.
Ray Fillet sat in the corner, singing and writing down whatever song lyrics he could think of. Splinter and Scumbug was in the kitchen area, cooking together what you guessed was dinner, while Raph, Bebop and Rocksteady sat at the table playing card games.
Bebop and Rocksteady looked up from their game of cards, to see you and Donnie walk in together, their eyes widening in surprise.
"Well, well, well! Look who's brought a date to the party!" Bebop exclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, forgetting about his cards long enough for Raph to get a quick look at them.
Rocksteady nudged him with his elbow, "A date, huh? Donnie, you sly turtle! When were you planning on telling us about this?"
Donatello rolled his eyes. "Guys, I’ve already told you about this. This is (Y/N), my girlfriend, you know, the girlfriend I told you I would bring over for dinner today".
Bebop and Rocksteady exchanged amused glances, and Bebop waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Donnie's got a girlfriend! Who would've thought? Our little tech genius is all grown up."
Rocksteady chuckled, "Yeah, and he even knows how to use those smooth lines. You've been holding out on us, Donnie."
You couldn't help but laugh at their good-natured teasing, turning to look at your boyfriend. Donnie shot them both a mock glare, his cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment.
"Come on, guys. Give it a rest," Donnie said, tightening an arm around you.
“Did I hear someone say girlfriend?”, a friendly voice sounded from the kitchen area. You turned to see the mutant rat you’ve heard so much about, walk to you and Donnie, wiping his hands in a kitchen cloth.
“Hey, dad”, Donnie smiled at the old rat, before letting himself be pulled in for a heartfelt hug.
Splinter gave his son a smile, before turning towards you, grabbing your hands to shake them. "Welcome, (Y/N). It is a pleasure to finally meet you!", he said, shaking your hand with so much enthusiasm you feared your arm would fall off.
"Likewise, Splinter," you replied, feeling a bit more at ease, even if your shoulder was about to pop. “I’ve heard so much about you”.
“And so have I about you”, the rat smiled, finally letting go of your hand. But just as you thought you finally could keep your hand for yourself, Scumbug came and shook it, letting out a string of sounds you did not understand. “She said you have pretty eyes”, Splinter translated. “But that you’re too thin. Donnie! Don’t you feed your girlfriend?”
“Dad!”, Donnie exclaimed, feeling his face get hot.
“Haha, don’t worry my son. We’re just kidding”, Splinter said. “But call your brother, and ask him if he eats at April’s or comes home from dinner”.
Dinner was a lively affair, with everyone sharing stories and laughter. Mondo Gecko and Mikey shared their latest skateboarding escapades, and Leatherhead and Wingnut entertained everyone with their tales of adventures on their computer. Raph revealed that he had already won against Bebop and Rocksteady three times before you came to the lair.
And then came all the questions. Ray Fillet wanted to know how long you and Donnie had been together, while Genghis Frog wanted to know who asked who first. All of it prompted Scumbug to say something, that Splinter translated to a remark about how the boys were getting older, causing Donnie to remind her that she had only known for a few months.
As the night progressed, you found yourself getting to know each member of the mutant family a little better. Donnie was right - it was a tight fit amongst them all, but you couldn’t deny the coziness of it all. Sure, it was a strange group of mutants, all finding their home together in the sewer, but it was nice. Strange but nice. Way more noise, but comfortable. You understood why Donnie sought out you and your place for peace and quiet, but you also understood why he didn’t like to stay away from home for too long. His family was a lovely quirky bounce, each with their own lovely personality that you couldn’t help but admire.
As you prepared to leave with Donnie there to walk you home, Splinter approached you with a kind smile, before bringing you in for a quick goodbye.
"It was great to finally meet you, (Y/N)", he said. “It is great to know there are good humans out there to take care of my sons, and I’m happy you are one of them”.
You nodded and thanked him, grateful for the wise rat's words. And with a final round of goodbyes, you and Donnie made your way back to the surface, hand in hand.
As you emerged into the night air, Donnie looked at you with a grin. "So, what do you think?", he asked, tucking the hood of his hoodie closer around his face to shield him from the cold night air.
You chuckled. "They're amazing, Donnie. Strange but amazing".
“That’s good”, Donnie said with a smile as he swung your entwined hands back and furth, as you continued down the street. “Because my dad has already asked about when he and Scumbug can meet your parents”.
“Your dad is ready for all the big things, huh?”, you laughed, finding the thought of the mutant rat and cockroach at your parents dinner table slightly amusing.
“I like to think that he’s happy that we’re making progress in the human world”, Donnie said, referring to him and his brothers. “Besides, he might as well get ready for the things he knows will happen”. He let go of your hand to pull you closer against him, causing you to giggle.
“Is that your way of saying that I’m invited back for dinner again another day?”, you asked, feeling your cheeks getting hot.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying”, Donnie smiled, before placing a sweet kiss on your blushing cheek.
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ladykailitha · 1 year
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Little Runaway Part 4
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Wayne walked into the sheriff’s station the next morning, coffee in hand.
“Hey, Hop!” Wayne greeted cheerily.
Hopper stood up and gave Wayne a hug. “Hey, Munson, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” He eyed the coffee in Wayne’s hand. “That coffee for me?”
Wayne handed it over. Hopper took a long sip and sighed happily.
“The coffee here is no better than mud most days,” he grumbled.
Wayne sat down and nodded to the picture on Hopper’s desk. “That the Harrington kid?”
Hopper sighed again, this time more resigned. “Yeah. No one’s seen him in a week and Clint is breathing down my neck to find him. Only he’s a grown man now and can do whatever the hell he wants.”
“Bit strange him not telling any of his friends where he went, though,” Wayne said.
Hopper groaned. “I know. I’m worried about him, too. And with Harrington breathing down my neck, it almost feels like he’s done something to him.”
Wayne jutted his chin at the styrofoam cup in Hopper’s hand. Hopper frowned and slowly turned it around.
“Oh.”
“You know, I was thinking it’s been a while since I beat your ass at chess,” Wayne said, deadpan. “Why don’t you come over after your shift, I’ll make dinner, we can have a few beers and I can whoop your ass.”
Hopper downed the rest of his cup and crushed in his fist. “Sure thing, Wayne. I’m off at four.”
Wayne stood up and waved goodbye.
Hopper made sure the cup was properly disposed of. Didn’t want to liter, after all.
*
Hopper pulled into the trailer park sometime after five and Wayne came out to greet him.
“Eddie’s almost done with the burgers,” he said. “Let’s get set up and he’ll bring out the food.”
Hopper led the way to the tables, Wayne following behind, chessboard in hand.
But when they got to the table Hopper stopped dead in his tracks. There sat a badly bruised Steve Harrington, looking down at his hands as if he was expecting another beating.
Hopper went over and knelt in front of Steve, gently tilting his back so Hopper could see the damage. He whistled long and low.
“Your daddy do that you, son?” he asked as gentle as his touch.
Steve nodded.
“You break his nose for the trouble?” Hopper asked.
Steve nodded again.
“Good. Now you tell me everything.”
Wayne set up the chessboard and Steve started talking. Everything just tumbling out about the years upon years of abuse.
Hopper listened, but kept his eyes on the board in front of him so that it was easier for Steve to talk. As if he was talking to himself instead of someone who had the ability to make his life hell.
When Steve was done he looked over at the board and cocked his head.
“He’s got you dead to rights in three moves, Sheriff,” he murmured.
Hopper looked at the board then back up at Steve. “How do you know that?”
“I’m really good at pattern recognition,” Steve said with a shrug, “and the pattern on that board says Wayne is about to kick your ass.”
Hopper looked down at the chess board and cursed, Wayne laughed.
“Better you than me, Stevie,” Eddie said, holding two plates of burgers.
Wayne smiled at his nephew. “Eddie here is more left brained, creative. I don’t mind him not being able to play.”
Eddie smiled softly as he set down the food.
Wayne stood up. “Here let me help you get the buns and condiments.”
Eddie looked over at Steve concerned.
Wayne clapped him on the shoulder. “He’ll be fine. Come on.”
Eddie let his uncle lead him away, but he looked back over his shoulder at Steve.
Once they were gone, Hopper turned to Steve. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a knight in shining armor.”
Steve frowned. “Who? Eddie? I don’t think he likes me much.”
Hopper chuckled. “Don’t think that’s true.”
Steve just shook his head.
“So that’s quite a story you just told,” Hopper said after a moment.
“You don’t believe me?” Steve asked, his voice wobbling. He had trusted Wayne to bring the sheriff in and now he was just going to be handed over to his dad on a silver plate. He started to breathe heavily.
Hopper leapt over the table and grabbed both of Steve’s hands. “Hey, hey!”
Steve looked at him, his eyes wide with terror.
“I didn’t say I didn’t believe you,” Hopper said softly. “It came out wrong. I’m sorry.”
Steve nodded, tears starting to form.
“The problem is kid is that your daddy is holding all the cards right now,” Hopper said. “We need some kind of proof he did it.”
Steve nodded. “Would pictures of me after the fight help?”
Hopper looked at him appraisingly. “I guess that depends on what’s in the pictures.”
Steve pulled out the photos from his back pocket. All of them were Polaroids of him in various forms of posing for the camera showing off all the bruises on his back, sides, and face.
Hopper looked at one in particular with a grin. “That dumbass didn’t take off his ring to hit you.”
Steve frowned. “He never does, why?”
Hopper turned to him and his grin got bigger. “That’s a rookie mistake. You see you’re daddy’s ring is unique. One of a kind.”
Steve’s eyes went wide. “So this is evidence that he beat me?”
“Yup,” Hopper said. “And even if he claims you hit first breaking his nose, this is beyond self defense. This is rage.”
“I’ll be safe?” Steve asked, not quite daring to hope.
“I’ll make sure of it,” Hopper said. He put the pictures in his jacket pocket just in time for Eddie and Wayne to come back.
“Let’s eat!” Wayne said, setting down his haul.
Eddie sat down next to Steve. “You okay?”
Steve looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah. I think for the first time in my life I can say that with some kind of certainty.”
“Yeah?” Eddie asked.
Steve bumped his shoulder. “Thanks to you.”
They started to eat and about half way through, Hopper asked, “You got a job, son?”
Steve shook his head. “My last job got blown up.”
Hopper chuckled. “You worked at the mall?”
Steve nodded.
“Anything else you can do besides customer service?” Hopper asked.
“I know a bit about cars,” Steve murmured into his plate. “I know my way around the inside of an engine. It was one thing my dad encouraged me to like until he realized I was good at it.”
Wayne scoffed. “Sounds like Clint all right.”
“I’ve got a cousin that runs a garage,” Hopper said. “I could talk to him about giving you a chance. Once this whole thing blows over I mean.”
Steve lit up. “That would be great.”
Wayne got a calculated look on his face and Hopper smiled.
Eddie gave Steve a sly look. “If you’re good with cars, then take a look at my van and see what’s wrong with it.”
Steve lit up. “I’d love to!” He hurried to finish his food.
“Take easy there, big boy,” Eddie said, laughing. “It’ll keep. I’d rather you didn’t choke.”
Steve blushed, but slowed down eating.
Eddie just shook his head.
Once they finished, Eddie and Steve cleared the table, leaving Wayne and Hopper alone.
“You got a good kid there, Wayne,” Hopper said.
“He’s a bit rough around the edges,” Wayne murmured, “but he’s got the biggest heart I know.”
Hopper nodded. “And it looks as though you’ve picked up another one.”
Wayne chuckled. “It appears to be a Munson trait, picking up lost strays.”
Hopper laughed. “Seems like it.” He stood up and clapped Wayne on the shoulder. “I’ve got a couple of calls to make. And a witch hunt to call off.”
Wayne grinned. “Just let me know if you need my help.”
Hopper nodded.
Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue
Tag List: @steve-the-hairrington @satan-is-obsessed @sadcanadianwinter @yearningagain @books-are-my-life-since-1996 @swimmingbirdrunningrock @homohomohoe
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Overworked
Izuku Midoriya (Deku) x Reader
**Pro Hero Era **Genre: Fluff **Warning(s): Cussing, use of nickname love for reader, reader size as being smaller mentioned once **Reader GN/Fem/M **Key: Talking; You, Izuku, "Bakugo"
Dating the number one pro came with a lot of responsibility. The news constantly had their eye on him on you on the relationship. They were looking for any reason to rip him to shreds but also any reason to boost him up. This was a lot to handle for one person and you tried to help him bare as much of the weight as possible, but you could only do so much. He was All Might’s successor, the new symbol of peace and justice. That was a lot to handle. This led to Deku making less and less time for you but more importantly less and less time for himself. He was pulling long hours working 12 to 14 hours a day 7 days a week. And if he wasn’t at the office, on a mission, or patrolling he was on call; ready to jump into action the second he was needed. After months of this you could see it was really taking a toll on him. His mental and emotional health were going down the drain. His physical health was starting to faulter as well. He had dark bags under his eyes and was covered in so many bruises and cuts from all the fights he had been in recently. His hair was always a mess, and he wasn’t eating nearly enough. You’d finally had enough, you were going to have a serious talk with him about all of this, tonight. You had tried to bring it up several times before, but he always assured you he was fine and brushed past it. You weren’t taking no for an answer today.
You heard the jingle of his keys as he unlocked the door to the apartment. “Hey love, I’m home.” “I’m in the kitchen.” You were waiting. It was now or never. “Hey, love how was- “Izuku stopped mid-sentence as he entered the kitchen. You sat at the table waiting for him with a very serious look in your face. “Love, what’s wrong?” concern laced Izuku’s voice. “We need to talk. Please sit down.” He sat down visibly nervous. In ways you found it funny seeing the worlds new symbol of peace so afraid of you. I mean you were MUCH smaller than him and your quirk was in no means even comparable to his. “Izu we need to have a serious discussion.” “Love I’m sorry, whatever I did to upset you please, forgive me. You know I would never upset you on purp-“ You cut him off as you reached across the table to grab is hand. “Izu I’m not mad. I just want talk to you about work.” “Work?” “Yes Izu. Work. You keep avoiding me and saying your fine and your not and I will not accept that answer anymore. You are struggling. I can see it. The stress and pressure is really getting to you. From your hair to your eyes to the fact you don’t even eat dinner with me most nights anymore. I can see it in the way you fight, the way you present yourself, the way you act. I mean you come home shower sleep maybe 4-5 hours get up work out and go back to the office again. Your NOT taking care of yourself Izu. Seeing you like this hurts. I want to help you.” Izuku was silent for a moment. “Your right… I am struggling.” Tears start to form in the corners of his eyes as he speaks. “I was always taught to put others first and to be a symbol, a hero everyone could look up too. I was built to take All Might’s place, but it’s much harder than it seems.” “I know love, but if you don’t take care of yourself now, you won’t be here to take care of others later.” “Your right love, and I’m sorry. I have been neglectful to both you and myself. I will make it up to you.” “Izu. I understand. I know your busy being the worlds greatest hero.” “Thanks. I’m going to go call out tomorrow so we can spend the whole day relaxing.” “No need. I already made arrangements. Bakugo and Shoto are going to split taking over some extra work while you’re gone. The office gave you a whole week off. I wasn’t the only one who noticed you pushing yourself to much. Those two did as well. I believe Bakugo’s exact words were ‘Icyhot and I have got this covered. Get the damn nerd to take time off before he kills himself.’ Those two really care about you. As do I, so please spend the week with me?” “Sure my love. I’ll try to cut back some on hours when I go back as well.” “Thanks Izu. Now lets eat so we can go to bed.”
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A perfect day for a perfect girl (PedroPascalxreader)
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Okay, so this is a reward for @reniescarlett​  bc she is my 300th follower :D
Request from here.
I tried to make it really nice and sweet. Just one moment of uncertainty, but Pedro quickly dispels it.
Fluffffff
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You felt soft kisses on your stomach and smiled. Without opening your eyes, you placed your hand on his head and buried your fingers in his hair.
"Pedro," you murmured.
"Good morning, Sunshine," he said and placed another kiss on your soft belly.
"Hmm, I'm still asleep," you replied, but you already knew you'd have to get up.
Pedro was sometimes like an impatient puppy. You suspected that he had been awake for at least an hour and impatiently waiting for you to join him. Actually, it would be a lie to say that you weren't excited either.
Today was your birthday and it was going to be a wonderful day.
There was going to be a little party tonight, nothing too crazy. You just wanted to have dinner with some of the closest people you loved and who loved you just the way you are.
Pedro obviously wasn't going to wait until the evening with all the nice things he had prepared for you.
You felt him move up your body and start kissing your collarbones: " Hermosa," he moaned.
You laughed and kissed his cheek muttering, "It's okay, I'm up."
You opened your eyes to meet his warm brown gaze filled with nothing more than love for you. He grinned widely and pecked your nose saying, "I'm waiting in the kitchen!"
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Sometimes you wondered where he got so much energy from. Maybe it was the amount of caffeine he drank.
When you got up, you noticed a path of rose petals and a pleasant warmth enveloped you. Pedro really set out to make your birthday special. You followed rose petals to the kitchen.
Pedro was standing at the table with a big smile on his face and fidgeting impatiently. As soon as you crossed the threshold he shouted "Happy birthday!"
He ran over to you and hugged you tightly.
You laughed at his behavior and smiled back at him. As he moved away from you, he led you to the table and pulled out a chair for you. He placed a plate of pancakes and sweet syrup in front of you. You raised your eyebrows in delight. You knew he must have put in a lot of effort in this and that he probably burned at least half of the pancakes, but it was still impressive. Soon a bowl of your favorite fruit, orange juice, and coffee were also on the table.
Pedro came behind you and kissed your head.
"Here," he said and set down a small box with a ribbon. "Open it."
You looked inside curiously and found a silver necklace with a pendant in the shape, of your favorite animal.
"Oh, Pedro... It's really too much."
"No," he replied quickly. "This is just the beginning. You are special and your birthday is supposed to be perfect."
You stroked his cheek and for a moment you just stared at his handsome face. Until finally he broke the silence: "Come on, eat. I thought after breakfast we'd watch a movie of your choice, and then maybe we'd lie down by the pool."
You nodded your head. "That sounds great, but remember we have guests tonight."
"Take it easy" he purred and stroked your hip. "I'll help you with everything."
As Pedro suggested, you sat comfortably on the couch after breakfast. You cuddled up to his side and together watched the movie you chose.
Later, he prepared snacks for both of you and you lay down by the pool. Pedro took the lotion and asked you to lie down on your stomach. He started rubbing the cream into your back and you closed your eyes and focused on the pleasure. His fingers perfectly located the points where you were tense. By the time he focused on your neck and shoulders, you were in heaven. You could spend all day like this, but you really wanted to see your friends.
You felt Pedro kiss you on the ear and purr, "What about are you thinking, honey?"
"I could spend eternity here," you replied.
"If you want, we can cancel everything."
"Oh no. I really want to see everyone and wear a new dress."
Pedro laughed and nodded. "Okay. We're doing whatever you want today."
You spent another hour by the pool, but it was finally time for you to start preparing dinner. Pedro, as promised, helped you with everything, and when you went to change, he started to prepare the table.
You took a quick shower, did your hair and makeup, and finally put on a new dress.
You looked in the mirror and lightly smoothed the fabric around your hips. You tilted your head slightly and bit your lip. You turned sideways and then heard his soft voice: "Sweetheart? Is something wrong?"
You lifted your head to look at Pedro, who was staring at you in awe.
"I don't know. Isn't that dress... Too short? Too small?"
He immediately shook his head and stood close to you, placing his hands on your waist. "You look stunning and... I'm mad?"
"What? For what?"
"Because you'll be torturing me with your looks all evening. Everything I will want will be to throw everyone out the door so I can have you all to myself!" He leaned in and started kissing your neck.
"Stop it" you squealed and slapped his chest.
"But, this is true" he groaned.
You smiled and cupped his face in your hands. "I love you, you know?"
"I know. I love you, cariño."
All your uneasiness vanished instantly as his brown eyes stared at you with such love and devotion. You were ready for a great evening.
Your friends have not let you down. They gave you wonderful, unique gifts and made the whole evening full of laughter.
Pedro was always close to you and gave you kisses at every possible opportunity.
When the last of your guests left, you started clearing the table, but then Pedro put his arms around you from behind and started to pull you away.
"Honey, what are you doing? I have to clean up."
"Uh, no, no..." he murmured. "It can wait until morning... Or a week... Whatever. All evening I thought I had to give you your last present."
You turned around in his arms and looked at him surprised. "What?"
"Me," he replied, and you started laughing. "You look so beautiful. Please, let me take you to the bedroom. If you make me, I will beg for it on my knees."
You snuggled into him and sighed. "You don't have to beg me..." You pulled away and grabbed his hand leading him toward the bedroom. "I really want to unwrap my last present."
Pedro started to laugh and you felt infinite happiness envelop you. It had been a great day, and apparently, the night was going to be just as amazing.
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Oo oo oooo from the jealousy one that says “I just want to have a good time I don’t need your jealousy all night”
If you looked up “rock solid” in the dictionary, your relationship with Joe would probably be the first thing listed. After so many years together and all of trials and tribulations you two had faced, there was nothing that could rattle or permeate your devotion to each other. Despite the stress, the distance, and the asinine outside speculation, there was not a shadow of a doubt that you guys were meant to be together. 
That iron-clad foundation meant that each of you had an immense amount of trust and respect in each other when you two weren’t together; a frequent scenario due to the nature of both of your careers. It also meant that you were a little surprised to see how Joe’s jaw tensed up when you rattled off the list of co-workers that would be attending your company’s annual holiday dinner that you were currently en route to. 
“Bob, Bob’s wife; everyone from marketing and legal; a few people from HR, and I think David is going to be there as well,” you rambled, typing out a response to your mom. “David’s going to be there?” Joe chirped. “Yes…is that an issue?” 
David was another director-level executive in your company and the two of you worked together closely. You found him to be a dynamic and engaging collaborator on difficult projects, and you had grown close to him over the three years you’d been peers. For whatever reason, Joe had decided during a company barbecue last year that David was madly in love with you and the mere mention of his name got Joe worked up. 
“No issue unless he creates one,” Joe tutted, pulling up to the valet and handing his key to the waiting employee. “Joseph Lee Burrow, I swear to god…” your tone was threatening as you led Joe to the sidewalk off of the venue’s entrance. “What? We will have no issue unless David creates one by disrespecting me, you, or our relationship,” Joe retorted. 
“Look. I love you more than life itself, but I just want to have a good time. I don’t need your jealousy all night. Okay?” You looked up at Joe expectantly and tried to convey a sense of reassurance to him but could tell by the far away look in his eyes that his mind was made up. “We will have a good time baby. I’m not going to do anything stupid. I’ll be on my best behavior.”
That proved to be a woefully inaccurate statement for the rest of the evening. From the second he spotted David, Joe’s demeanor changed; his responses were clipped whenever David made a passing comment or joke and his body stiffened when David came and sat down next to you. 
“Are you guys staying local for Christmas this year?” David asked, taking a sip of his cocktail. “Joe has a game on Christmas Eve, so we’ll actually be flying back from Massachusetts on Christmas Day. It’ll just be the two of us,” you replied. “Wow, a Christmas Eve game? That’s crazy. Do you guys mind playing on holidays?” David leaned over you to address Joe but Joe didn’t even turn his head to acknowledge him, instead stabbing the small meatball on his plate. 
“Doesn’t matter to us. A game’s a game,” Joe grunted. You subtly kicked Joe in the shin and glanced up at him, urging him with your eyes to be polite. If David noticed or took offense to Joe’s icy demeanor, he didn’t let on; continuing for the next hour to try and make small talk with your hesitant boyfriend. 
Things finally came to a head when David stood up from the table and turned to ask you guys if you wanted another drink. “I’ll take another,” you smiled, shifting towards Joe to see if he wanted one. When he didn’t respond, you rolled your eyes and nodded towards David. It wasn’t until David was walking behind Joe that he turned to respond; only he did it with his still-full glass of red wine in hand which promptly spilled all over David’s tan pants and suede shoes.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” Joe deadpanned, limply handing over a cocktail napkin that would be rendered ineffective. “Don’t worry about it. I’m going to try and sponge this out and then I’ll grab our drinks,” David laughed, heading for the bathroom.
Smacking Joe’s arm with a level of strength that surprised both of you, rage radiated from your body as you lectured Joe. “Don’t pretend for even half of a second that was an accident. You just embarrassed me so badly, but worst of all, you made yourself look like an absolute jackass. Now, if you want a to have a prayer that I go home with you tonight, you’re going to march your ass in that bathroom, apologize sincerely, and offer to replace whatever items of clothing you just destroyed with that cabernet.” 
Joe opened his mouth to respond but quickly lost his resolve; the fury on your face slightly intimidating. Sighing loudly, Joe stomped to the bathroom like a toddler, walking in on a now shirtless David who was attempting to use the hand dryer on his sweater. 
“Listen, I’m sorry for that out there,” Joe motioned to the dining room, "I can be surprisingly clumsy. Just let her know how much this all cost and I’ll have it replaced for you ASAP.” David let out a puff of air but grinned, his expression amused. “You don’t have to do all of that but thank you.” 
Joe stood there awkwardly for as long as one could while watching another man try to dry his thighs before turning on his heels to head back to the party. “You know I’m not interested in her right? She’s not my type,” David called out, causing Joe to stop in his tracks. 
Whipping around, Joe turned around and crossed his arms, clenching his teeth. “Sure seems like she is from the way you only have eyes for her at every company function I see you at.” David leaned against the wall and smirked, his face suppressing a laugh. “Joe…I mean she’s in no way my type…as in women aren’t my type.” 
Joe’s brain was slow to process what David was saying but his eyes widened in horror when he realized exactly what he meant. “Oh my god….I…didn’t know that,” Joe winced; every rude comment and interaction of his from the past year suddenly coming to mind. “Not a lot of people do. This is a conservative company and as pathetic as it sounds, I’m always a little leery of retaliation for it,” David shrugged. 
“I owe you the biggest apology. And a new wardrobe. And a drink,” Joe groaned, rubbing his hand over the side of his face. “Apology already accepted. She’s a beautiful woman and I can only imagine the number of dudes you gotta fight off. Just know that I’m not one of them,” David winked, holding out his hand to Joe. Shaking it, Joe spent a few minutes joking with David before the two men strolled out to the dining room to tell you all about their bathroom truce. 
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 5 months
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The Morally Grey Ch 5: Make Me Feel ~Peggy Carter xFem Scientist!Reader
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Peggy and Reader go out on a proper date, to dinner. And then you drive her home… What on earth could happen…?
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Warnings: NSFW, teasing, kissing, mommy kink, drinking, etc.
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This was the first time you’d been on an actual date date in a long time… You’d gotten all dressed up and everything— dress, heels, makeup, and all.
You took a deep breath and entered the restaurant. You spotted Peggy after we second. She had beaten you there, and your jaw dropped once you saw her. She looked stunning…
You walked up to the reserved table for the two of you, and you sat down across from the brunette.
“I… you look… stunning…” you stammered, your face getting hotter by the second.
Peggy blushed and smiled at your words.
“Thank you, love… You look so beautiful.” The woman sighed in delight.
Now it was your turn to blush even harder.
“So, how did you grow up?” You asked, trying to pivot and make some light conversation.
“England.” Peggy hummed, “One brother, and we had our bouts of fun. Always being told to reign it in…” she chuckled lightly.
You chuckled lightly along with her.
“I know the line… ‘That is no way for a young lady to be behaving!’” You mocked the adults in your childhood, giggling at your own raised voice.
“Goodness, Yesss!” Peggy hissed with laughter, “That tone is spot on!!”
You both laughed each other out, until the waiter came to take your drink orders. After which, you continued your conversation.
“What about your childhood…?” The brunette asked.
“Hmmmm… I was the weird, outcast just growing up, interested in science and pants…” you hummed with a light chuckle.
Peggy hummed and nodded along with a smile.
“Ever been in love?” You threw it out there.
“Yes…” the woman sighed, “Twice. Both died.”
“Oh my…” you gasped lightly, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright, Love. They’re both in past chapters of my life” Peggy reassured you.
You two continued to talk about last relationships. She informed you of her situationship with Sousa, whom you had met. You talked about some of your past partners, especially the ones with funny stories. And you both talked about discovering your sexualities, when, where, who, how, etc. Then your conversation turned to work.
“Ok, so how did you end up at the SSR…?” You asked curiously.
“Ahhh Well… I was a code breaker at one point, loved the work, but hated being undermined constantly. Then my brother got me a job offer at the SOE; a job that led me into working in the SSR during the war with Dr. Erskine. And I just stuck around after, thinking it would be the same… it wasn’t…” she chuckled lightly at her ignorance and arrogance back then,
“But I stayed. And I make it better day by day. And in the end, I love my work.” She resolved with a sigh.
“That’s nice.” You sighed, empathizing with her love of her work, but frustration in colleagues.
“What about you? How did you end up an extremely well funded scientist/inventor…?” Peggy posed you the same question, as your wines arrived.
You paused to order your meals, before you continued.
“Well, I was always interested in the sciences since I was a young girl. My parents came from old money but my mother died at childbirth and my dad when I was early-young woman, so I got all their assets early on. Determined, I started my career as a scientist and researcher. People always have something to say, but I learned to ignore them, and that’s how I’ve gotten where I am today…” you told your story.
“So you have mommy issues…?” Peggy hummed, while you were taking a sip of your red wine.
You nearly chocked at her words, your whole face going best red. The brunette took a sip of her wine.
“I’m just joking, Darling…” She reassured you, when she realized that she had completely paralyzed you.
Her words thawed you back into reality.
“Oh um sorry… Y-yes, I have what one might call mommy issues…” you stammered.
Peggy’s eyes widened at you actually answering her theoretical question. Her mouth dropped slightly in shock. But she quickly came back to her regular self.
“Well, I’ll be sure to remember that…” the woman teased, winking while she spoke.
Your breath caught in your throat. You thought you couldn’t get any more red in the face. You were wrong.
Overall, the dinner went really well. You talked about it all it seemed, about past relationships, your jobs, your childhoods, and much more. You found your heart get all warm every time you made the woman laugh. And that she blushed every time you complimented her. You two bounced off of each other extremely well all night long.
You two are your meals and drank your wine, truly enjoying each others company. You prolonged your night having dessert and then another glass of red wine… Neither of you wanted the night to end.
But alas, the restaurant had to close… You both sighed in contentment as well as longing. You collects your things and walked out with the brunette. She was about to hail a cab, but you insisted that you give her ride home, as it would be safer.
“I insist, Peggy please.” You told the brunette, squeezing her arm lightly to show her you were being serious.
“Oh alright, but you really are too kind, Darling…” Peggy finally relented with a smile and a blush.
“It’s just down the block” you mused aloud, indicating to where the car was parked.
“Lead the way then” the brunette hummed, linking her arm to yours.
You nodded and led Peggy down the street and to your car. You two got in the back and your driver started the drive to Peggy’s apartment. The drive was pleasant and mostly silent for most of the drive. That was until your eyes met the brunette’s once more, and before you knew it, your lips were on hers, and her lips were on yours. The kiss was a bit more heated and passionate than last time, most likely on account of the alcohol.
But before you could take it anywhere else, the car had reached Peggy’s apartment. And that left the two of you in a bit of an awkward silence. Eventually, you broke it.
“Thank you… For tonight, it was lovely…” you spoke softly with a smile.
“I had a marvelous time…” Peggy agreed, smiling back, but something on her lips was unsaid.
You looked at her in light puzzlement.
What was she—?
“Come home with me”
Your whole throat, mouth, and lips ran dry in that moment. Your eyes went wide and you were almost speechless. Peggy now understood you better, and knew that this was you processing her words, so she let you have your time. After a minute or so, you finally managed to string a coherent through together.
“We’re both intoxicated…” you whispered nervously.
Peggy pursed her lips and nodded.
“I understand. Perhaps another time…?” She gently asked.
“Yes, I’d very much like that…” you said with hope filling your eyes now.
The same hope came across Peggy as you spoke.
“Alright. I look forward to it, Darling.” She breathlessly confessed, before kissing you one last time and then leaving the car.
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hedawanheda · 7 months
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the babysitter
Clarke screws up, now her mom doesn’t trust her to watch her little sister on her own. Abby’s solution is to hire a babysitter, who just happens to be the girl Clarke has been crushing on for as long as she can remember.
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Chapter One
“I don’t need a babysitter,” Clarke protested, stalking after her mother into the kitchen. She had just informed her that someone would be coming over the following night to keep an eye on her and her sister while their mom was at work. “I am perfectly capable of being able to watch Madi by myself,”
Abby ignored her daughter’s complaining, making her way to the pantry to start prepping dinner. “Your sister begs to differ, and so do I. Considering I found her in the front yard last week in her pajamas while you were passed out drunk with your friends in the basement,” Abby scolded, giving the blonde a pointed look. “You’re lucky it’s only a babysitter and not Grandma,”
Clarke shrank back slightly, but she wasn’t going to give up. “It’s embarrassing. She probably goes to my school. On Monday everyone in the junior class will know that Clarke Griffin needs a babysitter. Do you know what that would do to me?”
“You’re being dramatic,” Abby rolled her eyes. “And she does go to your school,” she added quietly.
“Mom,” Clarke groaned. She stomped her foot like a child, frustrated and annoyed that her mom didn’t trust her with something as simple as watching an eleven year old. “What can I do to make this not happen?”
“There’s nothing you can do,” Abby sighed. “Madi was the one who asked for a babysitter,”
“She did?” Clarke was taken aback. “Why did she do that?”
“Because she wants to have a responsible adult in the house while I’m away, and I agree with her,”
“That traitor,”
“Careful, Clarke. You’re already grounded,” Abby reminded her. Clarke scowled, crossing her arms.
“Well, at least tell me her name,” Clarke huffed, “If I’m going to have to bribe her to keep my secrets, I may as well know,”
“Anya,”
Anya.
That couldn’t be Anya Woods, could it?
“It totally is,” Raven teased at lunch the next day. “Anya Woods, scary soccer captain and big sister to the love of your life. She’s your babysitter,”
“Shut up,” Clarke grumbled, pushing her food around on her plate. She was slumped in her chair, defeated since her mother revealed who was going to be her, or Madi’s, babysitter. “Lexa is not the love of my life,”
“No, she’s just the girl you’ve been pining after since kindergarten, yet don’t have the guts to talk to,”
“I’ve talked to her,” Clarke countered. “She’s in my Calculus class, I sit behind her. We talk everyday,”
“Asking her for a pencil sharpener doesn’t count as talking,”
“Says you,” Clarke snapped, crossing her arms. Let her have her secret unobtainable crush in peace.
Raven smirked, her friend’s attitude amusing her. She couldn’t blame her, though. The Woods sisters were sort of legends at Polis. As soccer co-captains the two of them led their team to the state championships, putting them at the top of the social hierarchy. Clarke and her friends were popular as well, but they regrettably ran in different circles, hardly overlapping except for the few classes they shared.
“Lay off her, Raven. It’s not like you don’t drool over Anya. And you haven’t even had a conversation with her,” Octavia pointed out, causing Raven to stick her tongue out at her. “Clarke‘s at least has somewhat of a footing with Lexa,”
“We go way back,” Clarke argued.
“That one kiss in kindergarten doesn’t count-“
“Shut up.” Clarke grumbled. Yes it did, it was in fact her bisexual awakening at mere five years old. “Anya isn’t that unusual of a name. It’s probably not her,”
“Well let’s ask,”
“What are you-“
Raven was up in a flash, giving her friends one last smirk before making a beeline towards Anya’s lunch table. Clarke watched in horror as she sat down across from Anya and Lexa, giving the sisters a wide smile. The two of them looked at her confused, Anya not recognizing her and Lexa wondering why someone she hardly knows is smiling at her like that.
Raven starts speaking to them, Clarke seeing Anya nod at Raven’s question. She felt her heart drop at the confirmation, the trio looking over at her lunch table as Raven pointed her out. Clarke felt her face flush with embarrassment as she held her hand up half heartedly, giving a pathetic wave.
Lexa had a look of puzzlement on her face, returning the wave politely. Clarke watched as she turned back to Raven and Anya, Raven chatting excitedly before making her way back over to the table.
“So it turns out Anya Woods is your babysitter,” she gloated. “I made sure to tell her that you are Madi are darling angels who never misbehave,”
“I hate you,”
“Relax, I didn’t say that. But she is your babysitter. She’ll be there at seven, so I’ll be there at, say, seven fifteen?”
“You’re not coming over and embarrassing me further. Plus, I’m grounded, remember? Thanks to your brilliant idea of getting wasted last week,”
“I happen to remember you happily going along with it,”
“Yeah, well, I’m full of regrets,”
//
Lexa is doing homework in her and Anya’s shared room when her sister walks in, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I got a last minute invite practice with the Polis U soccer team,”
“Are you serious?” Lexa exclaimed, shutting her textbook loudly and swiveling her chair to face her. “That’s amazing! When?”
“Tonight at seven,” Lexa frowns.
“Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting Madi Griffin then?” she asks.
“Yeah but… I can’t pass up on this opportunity, Lexa. This could lead to a spot on the team and a full scholarship. We both know how much that would help out Dad,”
“So you’re bailing?” Lexa gawked, watching her sister gather her hair into a high bun before moving to her closet to find an outfit.
“I’m not bailing, I’m simply replacing myself,” Anya said, back turned towards Lexa as she rummaged through her closet. She purposefully did not face her sister as she said this.
“With who?”
“Funny you should ask…”
“Oh no,” Lexa knew where Anya was going with this. “You’re not doing this to me,”
“Come on, Lex! How long have you liked this girl? Literally over a decade. And this is the perfect opportunity to get to know her better, it’s basically the premise of a porno. Plus it would really help me out, please?”
Lexa rolled her eyes, jaw set as her mind raced with the possibilities of what could happen tonight. Chances are she would make a fool of herself, she was never able to function properly around pretty girls. Especially ones she kissed once when she was five.
“Clarke probably won’t even come out of her room. You’ll just be with Madi. You can handle her, can’t you?”
“Of course I can, she’s nine,” Lexa rolled her eyes. “But I don’t want to,”
“Lexa. What’s with it with Clarke Griffin? Usually around girls you’re all game, but with her you become this awkward bumbling mess. It’s so unlike you,”
“Clarke is special,” Lexa said softly. “She’s not just some girl. Not to me,”
“Right. She was the girl. The one who made you realize your raging lesbianism,” Anya smirked, pulling an athletic shirt over her head. “Yet you haven’t made a move in twelve years,”
“She’s out of my league,” Lexa shrugged. “I’ve accepted it. Plus we probably have nothing in common,”
“You both like each other. You have that in common,”
“Shut up. She does not like me,”
“Then go and find out,” Anya grabs her soccer bag out of the closet. “Are you going to make me say please?”
“It wouldn’t hurt,”
“So you’ll do it?”
“I want to hear you say ‘please’ first,”
Anya rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible. I’ll text you the Griffin’s address from my car. They’re expecting you at seven, so get there around six fifty. Thank you so much, Lex,”
She leaves in a hurry before Lexa could protest, saluting her sister as she walks out the door. Lexa sighs, spinning around in her chair as she thinks about what she had gotten herself into.
//
Clarke’s sitting on her couch with Madi, a bowl of popcorn mixed with M&M’s between them as they watched episodes of Grace and Frankie.
Abby comes into the room dressed in her scrubs, looking down at her phone. “Anya will be here any minute. I left money on the counter for pizza, and there’s stuff in the pantry to make cookies if you get bored,”
She suddenly whips her head towards the TV when she hears Jane Fonda yell ’fuck!’
“What are you watching?” she asked sharply, folding her arms together as gave her older daughter a pointed look.
“It’s fine, Madi’s old enough,” Clarke rolled her eyes, popping an M&M in her mouth.
“She’s nine, Clarke!”
“Almost ten,” said Madi.
“There’s nothing bad in this show,” Clarke shrugs, just as Lily Tomlin’s character lights up a joint onscreen. Clarke frowned. Perfect timing. “Besides that,”
“This is why mom doesn’t trust you enough to watch me alone,” Madi gloats. “Which is why we need a babysitter.” Clarke glares at her.
“Don’t give her that look, Clarke. She’s right,” Abby placed her hands on her hips. “Turn it off,”
Clarke dramatically sighs. “Fine, I’ll turn on She Ra. Or is Madi too young for that, too?”
Abby doesn’t answer her sarcastic remark because the doorbell decides to ring at that moment. She just shakes her head sternly at Clarke and goes to greet the babysitter.
“You must be Anya,” Clarke heard her mom say when she answers the door. She slumped down on the couch, sighing dramatically as Madi snickered next to her.
“Actually, no,” Clarke froze. She knew that voice. Crap. “She had something come up, so she sent me instead. I hope that’s okay. I’m Lexa,”
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e-dubbc11 · 8 months
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Songbird Pt. 3
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Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Smut (18+PLEASE) no minors or I’m telling on you, Oral (M! receiving), P in V sex, stalking.
Word Count: 4.7k-ish
Summary: Part 3 of 4. After explaining what happened to your ex boyfriend, Billy wants to tell you something that he normally keeps a secret. The two of you go out on a dinner date only to come home to an unpleasant surprise.
Part 1
Part 2
A/N: I’m very much in love with this series, even though it doesn’t appear others feel the same way. But it’s a good thing I don’t write for other people. For everyone who is enjoying this series, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading, commenting and reblogging. I really appreciate it. ❤️
As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
He hadn’t even tried to kiss you, not once. The soft kiss against your forehead was the only kiss he had given you, and his long slender fingers gently swept a stray piece of hair away from your eyes, while the two of you sat on the stairs in silence trying to figure out what to say to each other next.
He could have fed you a bunch of bullshit lines for the past few weeks while getting to know you better but his actions were completely out of character from what you had observed since you had moved into the building.
Was that all because of you?
Billy was the one who broke the silence. “I, uh, have something for you.”
You knew what it was already but you acted surprised anyway.
“Oh? What is it?” You asked.
He rose to his feet, held out his hand for you to take and helped you stand up. “They’re inside, would you like to come in? Have a drink? I have GOOD bourbon.” He joked.
You let out a little laugh. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. I’d love to.”
Billy took your hand, your fingers laced with his as he led you inside his apartment. You knew it had to be beautiful but you didn’t know just how beautiful it actually was until you saw it with your own eyes. It looked like pages from a furniture catalog, everything was neat and tidy.
“Wow…it really is beautiful in here. You want me to take my shoes off?” You asked.
A sly smile stretched across his face. “If you don’t mind.” He said.
You started to unzip your boots when he stopped you and started to laugh.
“I’m just kidding, y/n. Go have a seat, you like your bourbon with a little ice?” He asked.
“Three ice cubes…please.” You said.
The dark brown leather of the couch felt cool against your fingers as you looked around. The place looked like it hadn’t really been lived in. Everything still looked brand new like he didn’t really spend a lot of time at home.
You could tell he was a workaholic, just by looking at him. And that made you feel a little sad for him. Home was a place you come to, to relax and unwind after a long day but it just looked like he came home to do more work.
It was supposed to be cozy and lived in, yet he had probably never eaten a meal at his dining room table.
Billy came back with two glasses of bourbon, handed one to you and rested the other on the coffee table in front of you before walking away again. He was holding the books you had left in the store when he came back and set them down next to you.
Your heart was beating right out of your chest, your hand holding the glass of bourbon started to shake slightly, he really didn’t have to do that.
“You forgot these.” He said with a sly smile and wink.
Trying to fight the tears that welled up in your eyes, you said “Billy, you didn’t have to do this.”
He took a sip of his drink, the amber liquid floated back and forth against the sides of the glass before he set it down again.
“I know I didn’t have to but I wanted to.” He said, as he inched closer to you and you not minding that he did.
He was close enough that you could smell his cologne, the scent was intoxicating and he was looking at you like you were the only woman in the world.
His onyx colored eyes raked over you like he was committing how you looked at that moment to his memory. It caused you to draw in a sharp breath.
“I really don’t know what to say, Billy. T-thank you for these.” You choked out.
“You’re welcome.” He paused. “Y/n, I know you have shared a lot with me and you told me something tonight that was obviously very difficult to talk about, so I want to share something personal with you. You deserve an explanation.” He said.
You interrupted him.
“Billy, you really don’t owe me anything. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”
He picked up his drink again and took another sip. “But I want to. I bet telling me about Corey made you feel a little better, didn’t it. I bet it made you feel less alone, right?”
You nodded.
“Well maybe I don’t wanna feel alone anymore either.” He said with a hitch in his voice and pressed his lips firmly together.
You reached for his hand and held it tightly while he told you about his mother. She had abandoned him when he was a small child, left him at a fire station and never came back which forced him to grow up in the foster care system.
He said he felt alone, unwanted, and discarded like a piece of garbage, which shattered your heart. How could a mother do that to her own child? And not protect him at a time when he needed it the most, no child deserved that.
When he was finally finished, his eyes glistened with unshed tears and he turned away from you hoping you wouldn’t see them. It was difficult to find the words to say to him.
You guessed Billy must still feel like that broken little boy that no one loved and that’s why he never let anyone get close, that’s why he didn’t have relationships, and why he did nothing but play the field because no one could love him anyway.
But that wasn’t true…anymore.
Slowly over the past few weeks, your feelings for Billy had been growing. It was hard to admit that to yourself, at first. But the truth is, for the first time in a long time, you felt cared for and protected.
Billy wanted to know more about you, he gave you very thoughtful gifts that actually meant something and he just enjoyed being with you and you enjoyed being with him. He hadn’t shown his playboy persona since that first night at the club and that was weeks ago.
“I don’t share my life with anyone. I have my work and not much else because that’s how I like it and that’s how I’ve always liked it.” He said. “But I…care about you, y/n. I care about you a lot but it scares me.”
“Why does it scare you, Billy?” You asked.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes before looking at you again.
“Because aside from my marine buddies, you are the longest relationship I’ve ever had and we’re not even IN a relationship! I don’t even know how to be in one.” He stated sharply.
“Well, I think you’re doing an ok job so far.” You said with a smile.
He looked at you with a confused look on his face. “What?”
You reached up and brushed his beard with your thumb, locked your eyes with his, and leaned in close. Delightful sparks were running along your spine as you softly touched your lips to his, and pulled away.
Unsure of what you had just done, you said “I’m sorry, Billy. I shouldn’t have—“
He cut you off as his lips crushed against yours, his hands cupped your cheeks as his kisses became insistent, and you felt a rush of helplessness in your body that left you limp in his arms. You knew this was the only place you wanted to be as his tongue parted your trembling lips.
Pulling you into his lap, you could taste the bourbon on his tongue as his gentle hands brushed the hollow of your neck. His lips were soft and warm against yours, entangling his hands in your hair, nipping the skin on your jaw and down your throat.
You choked on your need for him as your mouths slid together and his tongue swept your lower lip. His name broke free from your lips in a low whisper into his ear.
“Billy.” You gasped, feeling the brush of his eyelashes against your cheek.
“Yes, sweet girl?” Billy said, peppering kisses across your forehead.
“You know I care about you too.” You said, gently scratching his scalp with your fingernails.
Billy wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, his fingers skipped up and down your spine causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.
“This is all new to me. So you’re saying, having you followed and eavesdropping is NOT ok, right?” He joked.
You smiled and leaned forward to kiss him again. “Typically, that’s not ok Billy.” You chuckled.
“Roger that.” He said with a nod. “Ok, so I need to tell you something else.”
With a concerned look on your face, you asked. “Oh? What is it?”
“I’m starving, you wanna go get some dinner?” He asked.
“Chinese?” You suggested.
A wide smile stretched across his face, like a Cheshire cat. “You read my mind, beautiful.”
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After dinner, walking hand in hand with Billy back to the apartment building, you had never felt more at ease. It was comfortable, relaxed…and fun. He really was funny and matched your sarcastic comments with some of his own.
Anyone that could banter back and forth with you with quick wit and make you smile and laugh was your person. You had more in common with Billy than you thought you did and you helped each other. It was easy, like it’s supposed to be.
You don’t think he let go of your hand the entire night except while you were eating. He loved to hold your hand and gently brush your knuckles with his thumb.
To feel the light touch of his fingers on the small of your back as he ushered you through every door you walked through sent a surge through your body that you haven’t felt in a very long time. Like Billy, you were content being alone but you really missed having someone to make you smile as much as he did.
You were falling for him.
The night manager of your building stopped you before you and Billy got to the elevators. He had a letter addressed to you. “A man came by for you tonight, Miss Y/l/n. He asked if I could give this to you.” He handed you the envelope. “He seemed a little upset that I wouldn’t let him upstairs to let him drop it off to you himself. And he had on a hat and kept his head down so I really didn’t get a good look at him.”
“Oh…ok well thank you, Bob.” You said in a nervous tone. “Did he say anything else?”
Bob shrugged and said “Not really Miss, he just said to make sure you got that letter and that he was a big fan.”
Big fan? He must have been to the club to listen to you sing.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could seeing Billy narrowing his and he tightened his grip on your hand as you thanked Bob again and the two of you headed for the elevators.
As the elevator doors closed, Billy caged you into a corner as you slipped the envelope into your purse. You could tell he had wanted to have his lips all over you as soon as you left the restaurant and he covered your mouth with his own.
His kisses were passionate, firm, and the ache between your thighs grew with every kiss he placed on your neck. Your body molded perfectly against his as the bristles of his beard tickled your neck and your cheeks before pressing his lips to yours once again.
You giggled as his beard tickled your neck again. “So, this is how you thank me for dinner? I didn’t say you had to put out, Russo.”
He pulled away from you, laughing as he did it. “The only reason you got to pay for dinner is because you stole the check while I was in the restroom, you little sneak!”
The heat radiating off of his chest was intense and it was already warm inside the elevator as he held you close and kissed the top of your head.
“Well, you snooze, you lose, lieutenant. I don’t know what to tell ya.” You said softly, leaning against his chest.
Smiling down at you, he took your chin in between his thumb and forefinger and said. “You’re such a cheater.”
“I know.” You said with a gentle laugh.
Cutting through the brief silence, Billy asked you “So…are you gonna open that letter?”
Humming into his chest, you said “Hmmmm, not right now. I’m busy with you. Maybe tomorrow, it’s late.”
“Ok, sweet girl.” He said and didn’t push it any further.
Billy dropped you off at your door and after many, many long kisses goodnight, he finally made his way back to his apartment.
It was hard to contain the smile on your face. You didn’t stop smiling from the time you arrived home, taking your shower, and making your tea. When you poured the water from the kettle into your mug, you glanced over at the envelope sticking out of the top of your purse.
As you waited for your tea to cool down, you took the letter out of the envelope and began to read. The words written across the page caused your heart to jump into your throat and your hand began to shake while holding the paper.
Billy
You could still feel her soft lips pressed against yours. Her warm skin stippled with goosebumps every time you touched her and when you closed your eyes, you saw her smile and heard her laugh. Everything about her was enchanting.
Thinking about how she stole the check right out from under your nose made you laugh. Had it been any of the women you usually go out with, the check would have sat there until you got back and they would have acted like they didn’t even see it. But not your little songbird, she was unlike any woman you’ve ever known. Yes, she was beautiful but she was also shy, humble, funny, and had the biggest heart.
No woman had offered to buy you dinner before or even cook you dinner, for that matter. And you’ve never even thought about telling anyone about your childhood before her.
At dinner, she mentioned she and the band had been practicing another new song they’ve never performed before. And she said that she chose it specifically for you but she wouldn’t say what song it was, that you would have to find out at one of her upcoming shows which you couldn’t wait for.
Your last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were of her and as you laid there in the gathering darkness, you wondered what was in that envelope but you knew she would tell you. Maybe not tonight but she would.
The sound of your phone vibrating woke you. Wiping the sleep out of your eyes, you focused on the screen showing you her name and picture. You had managed to take her picture during one of her performances without her noticing, she looked perfect.
“Hey beautiful. What’s wrong? Are you ok?” You asked.
She sounded scared. “Billy? I woke you didn’t I…shit, I’m so sorry. I just didn’t know what else to do—“
You cut her off. “Y/n…what is it? Tell me.”
The silence before she spoke again was excruciating.
“That—that letter.” She said.
She didn’t need to say anything else.
“I’m coming down there now.” You told her and hung up.
The elevator seemed to move in slow motion and it took forever to even get down to her floor. When you finally made it to her apartment, you gently tapped on the door.
“Baby, it’s me. Open the door.” You said quietly.
She removed the chain and unlocked the door quickly and leaped into your arms as soon as she opened the door. She buried her face into the crook of your neck, her warm tears touched the skin where your neck met your shoulder and when she pulled away she apologized for getting your t-shirt wet.
“Oh Billy, I’m sorry…I got your shirt wet.” She sobbed.
You squeezed her tightly against your body and as you lightly stroked her hair, told her “Ssshhh, it’s ok. I’m here now. Where’s the letter, lemme see it.”
She pointed over at the kitchen counter and there it was sitting next to a mug of untouched tea.
It took me awhile but I finally figured out where you live…did you enjoy your date with that pretty boy from your building?...two dates in one day is pretty impressive…I could treat you better than he ever could…you’ll see very soon…I’ll write again.
Sitting at her kitchen counter, you read those particular lines at least three times. This person knew where she lived, he knew about you, and had been watching the two of you while on your date earlier tonight and at the coffee shop this afternoon.
The blood in your veins burned like wildfire at the thought of anyone hurting her or upsetting her but you couldn’t help but think that this was all your fault. She gave attention to her admirers during her performances but not outside of that. She left it all at the club, except for you. And now she was in danger because of it.
“Y/n, have you noticed anyone from the audience acting weird when you’re up there singing?” You asked.
She took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. “Sometimes it’s hard to see through the lights, Billy but no, I haven’t really noticed anything out of the ordinary.” She said.
“Well number one, we’re taking this letter to the cops tomorrow. Number two, you are going to have someone with you at all times, if it’s not me…it will be one of my people. And number three, you’re not going to stay here by yourself. I want—I want you to stay with me.” Those last words shocked her but they also shocked you.
“Billy, I don’t wanna disrupt your life or get in the way. You have your life, your home, and I don’t wanna put you out like that. I can stay here. What if someone just stands outside?” She asked.
You violently shook your head “no.” “Absolutely not, this is my fault—I”
She interrupted you. “Your fault? This isn’t your fault, Billy.”
“This guy is angry with you because of me, because we’re—together?” You asked nervously.
She smiled at you. “Are we together, Billy?” She asked.
Without another word, you left the letter sitting on counter and walked over to her sitting on the couch. She looked up at you through her long dark lashes, nervously biting down on her lower lip as you pulled her up to standing and kissed her.
“Well that was nice, but I asked you a question Billy.” She said with a cunning smile, like she knew the answer but wanted you to say it. “I know you have a hard time with expressing yourself with words but I really need to hear it. Please?”
You closed your eyes and inhaled sharply. “Well…if you’ll have me. Like I said, I don’t know how to do this. But I do know that I want you…and only you, my beautiful songbird. And I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” You said, as you cupped her face and stared into her eyes.
You meant every word but you definitely weren’t used to saying how you felt about anyone. Until now, you had no interest in a relationship with any woman. She had a lot of patience which was required to be able to deal with someone like yourself.
Pulling her tight against your chest, the two of you stood there holding each other before she said. “You look really cute in your sweatpants.” And she started to laugh which made you laugh.
“We’re talking about a stalker, I’m trying to be serious and you’re talking about my sweatpants. What am I gonna do with you?”
“I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight, Billy. Will—y-you stay with me? Please?” Her tone turned back to serious and she seemed scared.
“Just try and stop me, sweet girl. I’m not going anywhere tonight, I promise.”
You
Bright sunlight spilled into your bedroom window through a crack in the curtains the next morning. The unforgiving glare of the sun danced across the high points of your face as you felt the bristles of Billy’s beard gently scratch your bare shoulder.
He pressed his lips to your warm skin, his long arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you remembered lying in bed with him last night. Resting your head on top of his chest, you closed your eyes and listened to his heart beating with only the dim city lights below your window coming inside.
He caressed your hand with his and smiled against your hair as you talked late into the night, only stopping so he could kiss you periodically.
Billy had told you earlier in the night that he wanted you and only you. You began to feel the desire between your legs grow more intense. From the way he answered your late night phone call, to rushing down to be with you when you needed him and telling you he would never let anything happen to you.
You wanted to show him just how much he meant to you.
Rolling over in bed, you placed one knee on either side of him, eased down to kiss him insistently and gently bit down on his lower lip.
Shocked with your actions at first, he tried to stop you in between kisses. “Baby…I can’t believe I’m actually saying this but what are you doing?”
His hardening length pressing against your most sensitive area.
He sat up and cupped your face as he returned your kisses. “I don’t wanna take advantage of you, sweet girl. This isn’t why I wanted to stay with you tonight.” Said Billy.
Holding the hem of his t-shirt in between your fingers, you inched closer to press your forehead against his. “I know it’s not, Billy. But I want this…I want you.”
Pressing yourself harder down into his lap, a low moan escaped his lips and he kissed you…hard. With a hushed growl against your mouth, Billy let you remain in control. You could feel how hard he was for you as you pulled his t-shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor.
His talented fingers extended under your sleep shirt and touched the warm skin of your lower back brushing the waistband of your panties causing shivers to run down your spine. His lips pulled back revealing clenched teeth as you continued to grind down onto his crotch and his cock aching to get out from his pants.
You peppered kisses from his chest, down his torso to the top of his waistband and in one motion eased his pants down his legs to remove them. He went rigid under your touch, as you took him into your mouth, your tongue running along the underside causing him to draw in a sharp breath followed by a guttural moan.
Clawing your shirt off and leaving you in nothing except your panties, he pulled you off of him to tell you “Baby, that feels so good but I won’t last long if you keep that up. Come up here.” He hissed.
Sitting up long enough for him to ease your panties off, you sank down onto him with ease. You were so wet, you didn’t even wait for him to stretch you out before you started to rock back and forth…slowly, allowing him to go deeper and sending sharp tingles throughout your entire body.
Your passion spun tighter and tighter inside you, and you clung to him like your life depended on it as your climax started building. His short quick thrusts were hitting the spot that quickly sent you over the edge.
Riding out one orgasm, his name fled from your lips over and over again as he pulled another one out of you, causing your vision to go white.
“That’s it, baby…shit!” He yelled.
He spilled into you, gripping your sides tightly as you tugged gently on his raven colored hair to kiss him again, his lips parting so he could entangle your tongue with his before collapsing into each other.
“So since you paid for dinner, you get to be on top?” He joked, breathing heavily.
His joke took you by surprise so you let out a loud laugh. “You’re damn right I do.” You joked back.
“Well, if you don’t let me pay for dinner next time, I’m not puttin’ out.” He said in a sarcastic tone.
“Alright, alright…you don’t have to use fightin’ words, soldier. At ease.” You were laughing now. “Goodnight, Billy.”
“Goodnight, sweet girl.” He replied.
That memory from last night still fresh in your mind as you felt him squeeze your hand under the sheet before popping out of bed like a jack in the box.
He was definitely a morning person.
“Come on…let’s go take that letter to the police.” He said.
Sounding a little deflated, you replied. “But Billy, he doesn’t actually threaten you or me in it. I just feel like it’s going to be a waste of time.”
And you were right, it was a waste of time. They kept the letter and opened a file for it but you didn’t leave the station feeling any better than before but you did feel safe because Billy was with you.
The only time he let you out of his sight was when you were at work, but he had someone outside of your building waiting for you anytime you needed to leave. No one could get into your building without an ID badge so he felt good about leaving you during the day.
Billy checked on you multiple times during the day before meeting you at home at the end of the work day. He made sure that no one was allowed past the front desk if they asked for you or him and aside from the initial letter, it had actually been pretty quiet for the past few weeks.
And with the exception of your new temporary living situation, your life went on as normal. Every time you brought up that maybe it was just an isolated incident and it was over, he would remind you that the letter said he would write again. So he still wanted you to stay with him until it was over.
You still performed at the club with Billy never very far away from you. He even brought his best friend Frank and his wife Maria to one of your shows. Singing relaxed you, it helped wash away the stress you had been feeling for the past few weeks but you could tell Billy was on edge.
He couldn’t even enjoy himself watching you at the club because he was too distracted by anyone who walked by, anyone that approached the stage or even just sitting in the audience, he always had his work face on.
You had gotten used to waking up in Billy’s arms every morning. His penthouse seemed less cold and empty since you started staying with him, it was lived in, and it was…home.
The two of you actually ate meals together at the dining room table, used the kitchen for cooking instead of just for coffee, and he sat in the stairwell with you while you practiced.
He said it was to keep you company but you knew it was to watch over you which is why he always brought his gun. You didn’t mind though, and he actually brought you to ANVIL to practice because he needed to know that you knew how to protect yourself when he wasn’t around.
After weeks of living your life as normal as possible without incident, Billy came home and found you sitting at the dining room table, eyes shining with tears that hadn’t quite spilled over yet.
And you were holding another letter.
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Gojo Satoru x reader  Notes : this is my first x reader writing, so if it sucks, you’ve been warned. Also if you think my writing could be improved, give me some tips. Based off of this post
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“We’re still on for tonight right?” you asked your boyfriend as you were fixing dinner.
“What are you talking about?” your boyfriend asked, a confused look on his face. “Our date remember, we haven’t went out in months, you promised you would be able to go,” you said, hoping he hadn’t forgotten again.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot and I already made plans with the guys.” You sighed, “so you can’t cancel them, we haven’t gone out in months, months b/n!!” “I’m really sorry but I can’t cancel, all the guys are going!”
You sighed, but then again you were stupid to actually believe you’d go on the date. He’s been canceling your dates for months, for stupid reasons such as hanging out with his friends.
“Fine, we’ll just go out some other time,” you said disappointed.
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“ok, bye babe, I’ll be back late by the way,” he said quickly as he ran out the door.
You didn’t wanna just sit there and be lonely so you called Satoru to come over.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As you waited for him, you can’t help but think about how he’s always been so perfect, an amazing sorcerer, flirty, funny, childish, sweet, and so very hot. You know you shouldn’t be doing things like this with him, you have a boyfriend after all. But if you compared the two, Satoru was just so much better on so many levels. And it was kinda exiting to have to sneak around.
As you were caught up in your thoughts, you heard the door open. Knowing it’s him, you get up to go greet him.
“Hey y/n!” he says as he goes in for a hug. While you two are hugging, he teasingly squeezes your butt.
You just giggle, this was normal for you two, for Satoru to do such things when your boyfriend wasn’t looking or wasn’t there.
You and him have kinda always been like this, when you first met he was flirting with you non stop and giving you that cocky grin, as if he was every girl’s dream, which he actually was.
He followed you as you went back to the living room, where you had snacks set up and the tv ready to watch you and Satoru’s favorite movie.
You sat cuddled up to each other on the couch as you started the movie and grabbed the blanket off the edge of the couch.
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by the time your boyfriend got home, Satoru had already left.
That night all you could think about was him, yea it was kinda wrong to flirt and let him smack your ass because you had a boyfriend, but you’d kinda fallen for him.
It’s not like you’ve kissed him on the lips or anything, but I mean it was kinda thrilling. To have to be sneaky about everything because you both knew it was wrong.
But your boyfriend wasn’t the best, always bailing on your dates, barely hanging out with you anymore. So it wasn’t really that wrong, and how could you tell him your in love with someone else? You two have been together for two years, it would crush his heart. You thought as you drifted to sleep.
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when you woke up, you saw your boyfriend wasn’t in bed, he was probably in the kitchen making himself some breakfast.
You got up to head to the kitchen, but all you found was a note on the table saying he went out for the day.
Sighing, you picked up your phone to text Satoru he could come over.
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Satoru suggested going to eat out at a cafe, which you agreed to.
Once you two reached the cafe, you ordered your drinks and sat down. You two just began talking about random stuff, when one thing led to another you two were on the topic of you and him.
Just talking about how it all felt like such a thrill, when he stopped and just looked at you. “What?” you asked as he stared at you. “Nothing, it’s just your looking extra beautiful right now,” he said as you blushed at his comment. You just admired him, his perfect features, his beautiful blue eyes, his hair, his lips. You leaned in and so did he. When your lips touched you could feel your stomach flutter.
This felt amazing, nothing like you’ve ever felt with your boyfriend now. You pulled away after a few seconds. You could feel the heat in your cheeks.
You two were done with your drinks, so you headed home, while you were walking back he playfully smacked your ass. You just rolled your eyes at this, typical.
You couldn’t wait till you got back home.
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Imagine Camilo getting jealous when you start spending time with his family because you’re his best friend and he likes having you to himself...while having no idea you’re only doing it because you like him too.
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When your house had a fire The Madrigals were the first to offer to help. Party because they were the leaders of your town but also because you and Camilo were best friends. When you need a place to stay while your parents sorted everything out the Madrigals didn’t hesitate and so you temporarily moved into the famous Casita. 
Camilo didn't like this for two reasons. 1. Being a part of a big family and a middle child it was hard to feel special but with you he felt like the most wonderful person in the world. You were so kind and positive, it always made him smile and he didn’t really want to share that with anyone else, he’d grown protective of you. 2. He had a pretty big crush on you which he was sure his family would sniff out the second they saw you together. 
For these two reasons you never really hung out at Camilo’s, he’d always come to you instead but you were his best friend. When he heard the situation he didn’t even contemplate telling you no. He sorted it all with his family and helped you move in. 
The Madrigals were very curious about you, they’d of course met you but they hadn’t been around you a lot so they were excited. So of course the second you sat down at the dinner table they all started grilling you, to find out more about you. Before promptly moving on to the more practical stuff. “Now we have one more thing to discuss” Abuela said “y/n’s accommodation”. Camilo paused “her accommodation? This is it!” he said gesturing to casita. Abuela nodded “yes but we haven’t chosen a room for her”. “Well she’ll be staying with me right?” Camilo asked, He thought it was a no-brainer but apparently not. "Y/n can’t stay with you! I know you're close but we don't want to encourage other things" his Abeula said and Camilo frowned "what do you think we do at hers every time I stay over?". His family all paused misinterpreting his meaning and Camilo rushed to explain he meant he stayed over in your every time he went over. "Yes well Isabela's room is big enough for two so y/n will stay with her. Your room is far too small" Abuela said dismissively and Camilo knew there was no arguing with her now. Camilo turned and looked at Isabela worried. His cousin could be horrible at the best of times, he was worried she'd be cruel to you. He tried to catch her eye but Isabela barely glanced at him and after dinner she rushed off with you before Camilo could say anything.
Your POV  You’d just finished the best meal of your life when Camilo’s cousin turned to you “so want me to show you to my room?”. You nodded “yes please” and Isabela led the way upstairs. "You don't have hay fever do you?" she asked turning to you. You shook your head "nope! I also have a really weak sense of smell". Isabela nodded "that's handy" and she pushed open her door. "Woah!" you cried "your room is beautiful". "Really?" she asked "I figured pink and flowers weren’t really your thing considering you’re constantly in dark colours". You smiled "hey I know I'm pretty monotone but I do love pink! It just doesn’t suit me as it does you. Regardless your room is lovely and the flowers...wow. do you have a favourite?". The easiest way to get into Isabela’s good book was to talk about flowers with her. Isabela nodded "It used to be roses but recently I've really been enjoying lillies". "Wow all good choices" you smiled and Isabela looked at you "what's your favourite?". You laughed "it sounds stupid but I really like cacti". Isabela laughed and you nodded "I know right! Crazy". "No I...come on” she said tugging you towards her window at the far side of the room. She threw back her curtains and smiled “ta-dah!”. On her window sill were a ton of baby cacti all potted neatly. "You have a whole cacti nursery!" you cried excited and Isabela smiled, pleased you got as excited as her over cacti. "I've only just started growing them but I'm still working out how to make them flower". You nodded "yeah cacti can be stubborn bastards, I was reading something about that the other day let me see if I can find it" and you dug into your boxes (that Luisa had very kindly brought up) to find a book. "I've read a lot of books on plants so I'm not sure if you'll have anything..." Isabela said frowning. "Ow it's not a book just my grandmother’s gardening notes, she was a great herbologist....here it is!". You read the passage before passing it to Isabela "have you tried altering the sodium levels in the soil?". Isabela flicked through the passage and shook her head "no I haven’t...and she’s given 3 other suggestions I’ve never even heard of, how did she learn all of this?". You shrugged "apparently it was her passion once all her kids were older and she was really good at it. One of those cases where she got into it late in life but still aced it. It's kind of reassuring knowing you don’t have to be perfect from a young age, you can always discover something new later". Isabela nodded "yeah that's a nice thought...can I borrow this? I want to see what else she worked out". You nodded "of course! I'm nowhere near as good as my grandmother but I do like gardening so if you want any help just let me know". Isabela smiled "I might take you up on that". She was beginning to like the sound of her new roommate.
The next morning   Camilo had hardly got any sleep last night and he waited anxiously for you at the top of the staircase. He hadn't heard any yelling from Isabela's room and Dolores said you’d been up talking till late but sounded happy. Camilo was nervous though and so he waited to see if you needed saving, he could always beg Mirabel or Dolores to share with you if his Abuela insisted on this stupid no sharing a room rule. Camilo was debating how to challenge her when Isabela's door opened and laughter escaped. Camilo frowned to see Isabela was the one beaming. You were telling a story that was apparently very amusing. "Morning Camilo" Isabela said when she saw him and you smiled "hey Camilo". "Hey...so how was being roommates?". "Great actually!" Isabela smiled "if only I could've had a sister like y/n, I've asked her to trade with Mirabel but she said no". "Because Mirabel is great and you know you love her really" you replied before spotting Camilo’s expression "are you okay?". He nodded "yeah I just remembered I left something in my room so I'll meet you downstairs". You both nodded and walked away leaving Camilo stunned. What on earth was going on? The bonding only continued. You and Camilo hung out all morning but come the afternoon he had chores so you stayed in the living room and did some school work. You were trying to solve a math equation when you heard the door go and Dolores rushed to get it. From the way she was laughing and how high her voice went you figured it was her boyfriend Mariano and he soon appeared proving you right. He said hello to you and you smiled back pleased Camilo’s sister was so happy however it wasn't meant to last. Pepa appeared not long after and told Dolores Mariano would have to go soon as she had to babysit Antonio. Apparently everyone would be out soon and Dolores was the only one free. Dolores tried arguing but Pepa wouldn’t budge and so Dolores sent Mariano away looking very sad. You noticed this and waited for Pepa to leave before going over. "Dolores can I speak to you for a moment?". She nodded "sure I'm stuck here after all". "I think I can help with that...see I'm planning on staying in all afternoon so what if I babysit Antonio for you?". Dolores paused "aww y/n I can’t ask you to do that! My mother would flip if she knew".'" I won't tell if you won’t" you smiled "I really don’t mind! I’ll be here anywhere so it seems cruel to make you miss out on a date with Mariano. I mean how often do you get time to just be with him?". Dolores nodded "good point...you're sure you don’t mind?". "Not a bit" you smiled "go, we'll be fine". Dolores grinned "thank you y/n you’re the best" and she hugged you before rushing out the door.
Camilo’s POV Camilo's day had been pretty good. He’d got his chores done early and so was making his way back home in a great mood. On his way he passed Dolores who told him "your best friend is amazing". Camilo of course knew this but wasn’t aware Dolores had such strong feelings for you. However before he could ask her what happened she’d passed him and so Camilo just carried on home.
Camilo heard laughter as soon as he walked inside and he followed the noises upstairs. Camilo walked into his brother's room to find you dressed as a cheetah. Atleast that's what he thought the dots on your face were supposed to be. It was actually very very cute. You appeared to be playing some animal version of hide and seek and were “hunting” Antonio when you spotted him.  "Camilo!" you said jumping and you blushed "hi". "Nice tail" he smiled "so I'm guessing you got stuck babysitting and Antonio wanted to play rainforest?". You nodded "yup but it was actually quite fun! Antonio's room is awesome". Camilo nodded "I get lost every time I come here". You went to reply when a mini cheetah (Antonio) leapt at you "I found you!" he cried and you laughed cushioning him as you fell so he didn’t get hurt. "I was meant to be stalking you remember!". "Yeah but you got distracted by Camilo" he said giving his brother a pointed look as if Camilo was disturbing a very important meeting or something. You smirked looking to Camilo "you're right Camilo did distract me! How rude of him". "Hey I just came to see if you were okay". "Well we are, so go!" Antonio cried "I was to play with y/n and you always get to play with her". You smiled "that is true Camilo" still going along with this. "Well what if I joined in?" Camilo asked. Antonio shook his head "no y/n is better than you, you're too loud". You snorted at the look on Camilo’s face but soon stepped in. "How about we let him play to be nice? I can teach Camilo to do better". Antonio sighed "fine but he’s on your team" and he rushed away. "Teams?" Camilo asked "so who's on Antonio's side?". "The leopard" you replied "so you better do better this time" and with a smile you dragged Camilo off into the rainforest. Camilo could honestly say that was the most fun game of rainforest he’d ever played and his brother seemed to agree. He practically had to drag Antonio away from you and promised you’d all play again soon. You had a big smile on your face and Camilo shook his head "I think he likes you more than me". You laughed "no I'm just the fun friend who’s visiting. He definitely loves his cool older brother the most". Camilo blushed remembering how you always made him feel like this and he smiled "well regardless one thing is for sure". "Ow yeah and what's that?" you asked. "We make adorable cheetahs" Camilo replied wiping a dot on your cheek and you burst out laughing making him smile even more. Your POV
After living with the Madrigals you began to notice some things...like how Luisa did a LOT. Of course all the Madrigals pitched in when their gift would be useful but a gift like super-strength was pretty in-demand and so Luisa was called on a lot. While you were just waking up she was already downstairs, scoffing down a quick breakfast and getting on with her chores. While you were taking a shower and getting ready she’d already been into town and solved a few crises’. When you and Camilo walked through town you heard countless people calling for her or asking Abuela if Luisa could help them tomorrow. You began to feel bad at how overworked Luisa was so you decided to try and help her by taking atleast one thing off her list.
Every day the donkey man would lose his flock. You’d have thought after many repeats of this he’d have learnt to keep a closer eye on them or just get a more secure field but no, it was easier to rely on Luisa so he didn’t. You thought it would be nice if Luisa didn’t have to do this one thing every day, maybe she could use the twenty minutes to relax, read a book or even just sit down and have a meal. So you began watching the donkeys to learn their routine and you spotted something interesting. 
Luisa’s POV
Luisa was on a roll. She’d helped rebuild the school, moved some trees around and had done all her family chores and it was only 2 o’clock! If she kept it up she might be able to get some light exercise in before dinner but she was getting too excited. She had to just keep making her way through her tasks and not get ahead of herself. Sometimes the same task could take considerably longer depending on the day so she’d learnt not to get too pumped about any possible free time she might have. So Luisa put a break to the edge of her mind and made her way towards the donkey fields. They shouldn’t have wandered too far so if she could just catch them as quickly as possible...when she froze.
Down the mountain pass was a line of donkeys but they weren’t going away from the farm but towards it. Luisa frowned, utterly confused before she saw a figure at the front. It was you and the donkeys were all following you. Luisa watched as you led them all back to the farm before closing the latch firmly. Luisa ran up to you very confused. "How did you do that?" she asked and you jumped "Ow hey Luisa! I thought I’d try and pitch in with the chores and noticed you do this every day so wanted to see if I could help”. Luisa smiled “that’s so kind of you but seriously how did you get them all to just follow you like that”. You smiled “with these!” and you pulled some carrots out of your bag. “I started watching the donkeys and I noticed something, they really like carrots! Every morning they’d see Mr Hernandez drive by with his produce with the carrots on the very top of the pile. They really like them so they follow him but get lost because their attention spans aren’t that great and then you’d find them and the same thing would happen the next day but it doesn’t have to be this way! If we get Hernandez to choose a different route or just keep them on the stables until he’s passed it should solve the problem...or we could just make the lock more secure". Luisa paused "I...yeah they all sound good. Which one is best?". You shrugged "well a secure pen means they'll never get out if anything else distracts them so I'd vote that one". Luisa nodded "okay secure the pen...well I could carry large stones and put them around d it or dig a moat". "Or we could just put actual locks on the door?" you asked "with this one all they need to do is nudge it and it opens". Luisa nodded "locks, locks are good". You smiled "great, okay I'll go grab some in town and get them fitted". Luisa frowned “do you need any help?”. You shook your head “no i’ll be right back! You just sit here, enjoy the sun and make sure they don’t get back out”. 
Luisa nodded “just sit here and enjoy the sun” she repeated to herself “that should be easy enough...right? 
When you got back ten minutes later you found Luisa re-arranging the pen so all the water tanks were in the shade. “Luisa!” you cried “I told you to relax”. She froze and dropped the tank suddenly making the donkeys jump. “Sorry!” she apologised to them “I tried relaxing I did, i’m just not good at it! I don’t get what I’m supposed to do”. You smiled “here i’ll show you” and led her to a nice shade part of the field. You brought a chair and eased her into it. You lifted up her feet and got her some water and a random book you found. “Here” you said and Luisa took it from you “okay now what? What should I do to relax?”. You smiled “you’re already doing it!”. “I am?” she asked surprised and you laughed “yep and on your first try too! You’re a natural”. Luisa paused “so I just get to sit here and read?”. You nodded “or nap, or sing, or eat whatever you’d like to do”. Luisa paused “hmm it might be nice to close my eyes and enjoy the sun for a bit. I hurt my back the other week and this feels nice”. You smiled “then go right ahead! I’ll get the lock fitted and let you know when it’s done. Until then you just sit here”. Luisa nodded “okay” and closed her eyes. 
That night you and Luisa came home together and she would not stop singing your praises. You brushed off the compliments but all of his siblings and cousins agreed, joining in. Except for one of them. 
Mirabel Despite being the same age Camilo and Mirabel weren’t that close. They used to be when they were kids but after Mirabel’s ceremony there had been a divide between them. It wasn’t a purposeful divide but one that existed all the same. It’d gotten worse as they got into their teen years and at school they barely interacted. So when Camilo and you set off to watch a school football match one afternoon he didn’t even think to ask Mirabel who was sitting quietly reading. You however did "hey isn’t Mirabel coming? Our whole class will be there". "Ow I’m not sure..." Camilo answered honestly and you smiled "well why don’t we ask her?" and before Camilo could protest you’d walked over. Camilo had been looking forward to some quality alone time with you at the football match but it was too late now. He saw as you charmed Mirabel and she asked anxiously if you were sure. She looked over to Camilo to check and he couldn’t let her down so he nodded giving her the thumbs up. Mirabel smiled and agreed, you returned arm in arm with her and took Camilo’s other arm "she said yes so now I get two wonderful Madrigals!". Both Mirabel and Camilo blushed but you didn’t notice. You were already leading them out the door.
You had a pleasant walk down to the football pitch and got some good seats not too close but not too far away. You had been a hit with all the Madrigals so far and Mirabel was no exception. Camilo watched as you chatted to Mirabel as if you were old friends and she was soon laughing and grinning widely...a little too widely. Camilo had seen Mirabel like this before and it was always around pretty girls she liked. Now Camilo thought you were very pretty so he was keenly watching the two of you and thought Mirabel was acting more and more suspicious until suddenly she did it! Her go-to flirt which was to compliment the girl while twirling her hair. Camilo completely understood Mirabel’s infatuation with you but he wasn’t going to lose you. Game on cousin he thought and began competing for your attention.
“Hey y/n remember that time a few weeks ago when that dog ran onto the pitch and scored a goal?” Camilo called. You immediately turned to him with a big smile on your face. “Yeah that was the best match of the season!”. Mirabel grinned “I bet! What kind of dog was it?”. “Ahh you just had to be there” Camilo replied before you could respond and Mirabel frowned “what?”. “We also got those nachos that night, remember y/n?”. You nodded “yeah they were really good! I hope they’re here tonight”. “Ow you like nachos? I make the best nachos! My mom taught me the recipe and it’s amazing” Mirabel smiled. You turned to her excited “no way! You so have to teach me that recipe or you know just make it for me sometimes” you joked and Camilo almost gasped when you winked at her. “Hey Mirabel remember that time you gave everyone food poisoning because you forgot to cook the chicken properly?”. Mirabel paused and her smile dropped “that was like two years ago!”. “Yeah but remember how funny it was?” Camilo asked “the vomiting and the way your mom didn’t let you near the kitchen for months afterwards? Good times”. Mirabel frowned “well remember the time you pulled a prank on my dad and broke his leg?”. “What!” you cried spinning to Camilo who blushed “it wasn’t that bad...”. “It was in a cast for months!” Mirabel cried and you frowned “what happened?”. “It was an accident” Camilo tried but Mirabel cut him off “so my dad was coming upstairs when Camilo gets the idea to scare him. He hid and when my dad reached the top he transformed into a huge Abuela and yelled “”Agustin!””. Of course my dad screams and fell right down the stairs”. You winced “ouch that must’ve hurt”. Mirabel nodded “it did, even my mom couldn’t heal him fully. This happened only last year, didn’t Camilo tell you?”. Camilo glared “why didn’t you tell Y/n about the great food poisoning incident before offering her food?” Camilo shot back. Mirabel shook her head “so what anytime we discuss food I have to bring up that once I didn’t cook something properly? What kind of logic is that?”. “Good logic!” Camilo replied and Mirabel raised an eyebrow “are you sure?”.  
"Okay!” you said suddenly standing up “I’m gonna go grab another drink, does anyone want anything?” you asked. Camilo and Mirabel answered at the same time “no!” before they realised and glared at one another. You stood up “okay, I'll be back in a sec” and you disappeared. The two Madrigals watched you walk away, big smiles until you disappeared. "What are you doing?" Mirabel asked turning to Camilo who raised an eyebrow "me? I’m not the one who hasn’t taken their eyes off y/n for the past hour". Mirabel blushed "I have no idea what you mean". "You like her!" Camilo cried and Mirabel went even redder "well I...y/n’s pretty amazing okay! Why did you never set the two of us? Way to hold out on a cousin". "Because I want y/n to be just my friend, nobody else’s" Camilo said before he could help it "I don’t want her dating someone else or hanging out with my family I want her all to myself and I know that's selfish but I..." when he realised Mirabel was laughing "what's so funny?". Mirabel smirked "we must have a genetic vulnerability to y/n because you’re doing the same thing as me! You like y/n too!" Camilo blushed "I...she’s my best friend". "Yeah who you want all to yourself all the time...that's just a bit too friendly Camilo". "Shut up" Camilo blushed as Mirabel laughed more "no wonder you were so mad at me flirting with her! How didn’t I see this before? You’re practically in love with her! Well don’t worry I'll bow out but you definitely owe me" Mirabel said and with a last laugh she left the game leaving the two of you alone like Camilo always planned but now he was a lot more nervous. 
Of course the second the words left Mirabel’s mouth he knew they were true. The way he felt around you, how he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you, his desire to keep you totally for himself all pointed to the same thing, he’d just ignored it for so long because he was scared. What if you didn’t like him? Camilo was jolted out of his thoughts as you appeared "hey, where did Mirabel go?". "Ow she remembered she was supposed to do something important for Abuela so she rushed home". You frowned "aww that’s a shame" and Camilo couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. "Yeah guess you're stuck with me" he said smiling but you picked up on his tone and knew it wasn’t a joke. "I'm never stuck with you Camilo, you're my best friend. Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with you?". Camilo shrugged "just ignore me sorry I've just been...feeling a little insecure this week that’s all". You frowned and scooched closer "do you want to talk about? The thing that’s making you feel insecure?". Camilo paused and before he could help it he was blurting it out "I like you". As soon as the words left his mouth Camilo was horrified and his eyes widened in terror “I have to go!” he declared. 
He just ran for it. Panic seized him and he chose the flight response. However you weren’t letting him off that easily. You followed him and quickly caught up to him “Camilo! You can just take off after saying something like that”. Camilo sighed “I know i’m sorry...I just really didn’t want to do this”. “Do what?” you asked and he sighed “this, wondering what you’re gonna say...it honestly more nervewracking than my gift ceremony”. You frowned “well I’m sorry you feel so stressed but you know you can tell me anything and you don’t have to be scared of my reaction right? I’ll always be here for you Camilo, nothing can ruin our friendship”. 
That one word told Camilo all he needed to know. You just wanted to be friends. He tried not to let the disappointment show on his face and nodded “thanks y/n...that’s reassuring”. You could tell he was still upset so you carried on quickly. “Now can you expand on what you said earlier because I like you too Camilo and if you meant it in the way I’m hoping you did then I’d love to date you”. Camilo started “pardon?”. You chuckled “I like you Camilo Madrigal and have for a while, was it really not obvious? Why do you think I was trying so hard with your family? I wanted them to like me! I know how close you are with them so I figured if they didn’t like me that would blow any chance I had with you”. Camilo laughed at the irony “this whole week I’ve been stressed because I thought you liked my family better than me”. You smiled “really? When the whole time I was doing it precisely because I like you”. Camilo blushed “wow I’m an idiot”. “No you’re not” you said taking his hand “I didn’t realise how you felt or that I’d been leaving you out. I’m sorry”. Camilo shook his head “it’s not your fault, I was being overprotective and sensitive...you really like me?”. You laughed “of course I do! Now how about we ditch this sports thing and go hang out just the two of us? No other family members in sight”. Camilo blushed “that sounds perfect” and he offered you his arm. Together you walked away into the bright afternoon. 
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Happy National Latino Heritage Month!
I thought I’d post an old Encanto imagine I had written ages ago to celebrate. So if there are any people still not over how great Encanto was, this is for you! 
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I was wondering if I could request some Ronald Speirs x Gender neutral reader fluff? Thanks :)
A/N: Of course! After all I am his Mrs so I should hope I can write for him haha - I hope you enjoy!
Also please let me know if I've missed something in making this gender neutral!
Whatever You Want to Do Is Alright with Me
Ronald Speirs x Reader
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Ron Speirs had never given you the impression that he was sentimental or romantic. That’s not to say he didn’t love you, or that he didn’t prove how much he cares for you every day. You just never pictured him being engaged or married to someone, let alone that person being you.
But spending the better part of two months in a freezing forest with no idea whether the other was safe changed something. After Ron congratulated Lipton on his battle commission, he found you half asleep tucked under Bull Randleman’s arm. 
Ron suspected some of the men know of your relationship, perhaps not how serious, but enough to understand that you care for each other. Bull gave you a gentle shake when Ron approached and you rubbed a bleary eye.
You pat Bull on the shoulder before following Ron to a room at the back of the church. It wasn’t much but it gave you both some semblance of privacy. You essentially fell into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and dropping your head to rest on him.
One of his arms settled around your middle while the other hand rubbed up and down your back. All was quiet for a while.
Then, in typical blunt fashion, Ron asked, “How do you feel about marriage?”
You leaned back to scrutinise his face, “I wouldn’t mind getting married one day, why?”
He simply hummed and the corners of his mouth dipped down in a rather comical expression.
“What’s ‘hmm’ mean?” You mimicked the little movement. He shook his head and kissed your temple.
And that was that.
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As Easy Company moved through Germany and later Austria, your Captain looted more than anyone else, you were certain. His favourite thing to steal was jewellery, mostly rings, because they were small enough to send lots of it home. And he could get you exactly the ring you wanted. 
“Too small.” Well his mom could wear it.
“Too big.” Surely a cousin would love it.
“I like this stone but I’m not sure about the size of it.” Perfect, that just narrows it down.
It was one beautiful day in Zell am See, you were sunbathing on the pier while some of your boys splashed around in the water. Your name was called by a private, some replacement you should know the name of.
He told you to meet your man at the house he was billeted in. When you got there, Ron led you inside to ‘his’ room where a stunning formal outfit was laid out for you, next to a suit for him. You figured this was going to be the night he formally proposed.
By the time you both got dressed and went downstairs, the house was suspiciously empty.
“How did you manage to get everyone out of here?”
“I have my methods.” He smiled and showed you to the dining room where a small dinner was prepared along with your favourite (accessible) drink. He pushed your chair in when you sat, lit the candles on the table, then crashed into his seat across from you.
You ate in comfortable quiet, speaking only when you wanted to. The meal was delicious and you made a mental note to find out who cooked it later. Once you were finished and everything was squared away, Ron took your left hand in his.
You sighed through your nose, “You’re sure about this right?”
“I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life, sweetheart.”
You smiled brightly, nose tingling and lips beginning to quiver.
Ron pulled a chain out from under his shirt, a stunning ring hanging from it. A ring more beautiful than even your dreams could come up with.
You looked at him for permission, which you got, before taking the ring in hand. Tears began to fall in earnest, your grin growing ever wider.
“I love you Ronald Speirs.”
“I love you too sweetheart.”
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