#camila alvarez x y/n

[bumblesimagines]

Camila Alvarez: same time next week

We were never dating

Let’s keep this a secret

same time next week

We were never dating

Let’s keep this a secret

Pronouns: He/Him/His

The Dunne's were... an interesting family. An absentee father, a hardworking single mother, a rockstar son with addictions that almost ruined his marriage and a slowly growing obsession for another woman, a silly fluffy-haired younger son oblivious to the world around him, a daughter-in-law so far in denial about her marriage falling apart it was both pitiful and amusing, and a little granddaughter who had no clue about the shit her parents got up to. They were like a car crash happening in slow motion, the impact so close yet agonizingly far. And just like his dearest childhood friend, Daisy Jones... (Y/N) couldn't help but get caught up in Hurricane Dunne.

He watched Camila dip her fingers through her long hair, pulling apart any knots and attempting to smooth out her pretty brown hair to avoid any question about why it looked like she'd been dragged down a hall. She'd been sitting alone in a bar looking like an abandoned puppy when he'd spotted her and promptly forgot all about the blonde chatting with him in favor of taking a seat beside his favorite Dunne. Surprisingly, She'd answered his invitation to a hotel without a second thought. (Y/N) placed the cigarette between his lips and lit it, inhaling the smoke into his lungs and releasing it in a sigh. "Same time next week?" He grinned lazily when she looked at him over the shoulder with an unamused glint in her eye.

"Let’s keep this a secret, please? I really don't want any problems right now. I-I have to focus on Julia and-" 

"A simple 'no thanks' would've sufficed, Camila. I can take a little rejection." (Y/N) chuckled, rolling the cigarette between his fingers. Camila's lips pursed slightly, subtle enough it would've been missed if he hadn't been watching her. He tilted his head at her, catching her eye again. "Unless.. it's not a no?"

"Maybe, no, yes... I don't know." She sighed, head tilting back and eyes fluttering closed. "You... you and Daisy aren't together, right?" Camila asked softly, guilt already slipping into her tone. Too sweet and gentle for the world of fame and money. If she hadn't taken up being a housewife, LA might've eaten her alive.

"No, we aren't. We were never dating, and even if we did, we'd probably end up killing each other. I love Daisy but she can be a pain in the ass." He smiled fondly at the thought of the spunky redhead who'd run headfirst into his life like a damn tornado and somehow cemented herself deep in his heart. "Besides, I'm too young to be tied down to some idiot right now. No offense, of course. I'm sure Billy was a great man when you met him."

"Billy's a good man, (Y/N). He's trying, I know he is." 

(Y/N) exhaled through his nose and sat up further, leaning back against the pillows and headboard. He set the cigarette down on the ashtray on the nightstand and reached out, running his hand down her forearm before resting it along her wrist, his thumb running back and forth over her skin. "Nobody likes breaking vows and oaths, Camila... but you don't have to stay with the guy forever. You're young, you're pretty, the Dunne's seem like an understanding family. You'd probably be happier being a divorcee and just friends with Billy. It's your life. Do what you want with it."

[reasonsmandy]

The Hands of Fate

Camila Dunne x Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Hi I don't know if you're taking requests so I'm so sorry if you're not but if you are would I be able to ask for a Camila/male oc that she knew from highschool that lives in Chicago when everything kick's off.

✧.* summary — The lines of destiny walk in unlikely and incomprehensible ways and that's why it hurt so much every time Camila Dunne saw her husband reject her more and more. She was always there for everyone and no one was there for her but you.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 3.3k

✧.* 🫀 — Camila's Masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I'm actually so proud of this one, first time writing for my little angel and I miss her so so much. AND OMFG SHE'S SO GORGEOUS I CAN'T 😭

The lines of reality are shaped in doubtful and painful ways, sometimes momentary pleasures and sweetness as a kind of reward showing you the smoothest paths, the shortcuts, the ways to follow, the shields to create. As she watched her daughter's chest rise and fall Camila tried to understand where she had gone wrong, which way had she missed? When did she miss the exit? When had she let everything slip away from her so easily?

She felt fragile in the hands of fate, letting the thousands of timelines run through her mind like several short films. She always thought that everything she had endured this far had been for her, for that little girl who was not to blame for her father's heinous attitudes. She always thought that after they dealt with all that mess between them they would come out strong... But now she couldn't help thinking that if she was in fact strong she wouldn't put up with his shit.

It was unfair how he had a chance to leave everything, he had a chance to go through his breakdown, she had to be a mother, her daughter needed her. She couldn't go around drinking them all, she couldn't ignore all the obligations she had and throw a tantrum like she was sixteen again, after all, he took any chance of it from her, he made her lose her maturity by his hands like the source of a river in spring, she sees the waters flowing naturally and misses it when it doesn't come back like the used to. After all, a man never bathes in the same waters twice, and she was always reinventing everything she knew, that was Camila Dunne's life.

Since when has loving become this? She knew it wouldn't be an easy road, she was sure of that, but what kind of ordeal did she have to go through to be this difficult with Billy? Why did she have to rip out a piece of her heart to deserve a space in his? Why did she have to prove every time he stepped into the same room as her that she was worthy of a look?

It was suffocating to look for a hold, she always extended her hand but he never caught her in that jump, she always fell, she hurt, she got up, and it started all over again. And looking at the calm face of her daughter, who was sleeping peacefully in the hotel room, she understood that the hole she fell into was one she would never be able to fill, because no one could fill the insufficiency that fate holds eternally for Billy Dunne.

She feels the tears fall down her cheeks so naturally, her body still on that bed so big, a needle falling could be heard in that room, when had she normalized the presence of that pain taking over her husband's? She was so tired of feeling insufficient, of holding the whole world to her back while he pretended with smiles that he was the one providing the foundations.

She sighs deeply, gathering all the strength she didn't even know she still had inside her, approaching the little girl and placing a kiss on her forehead, she stops for a few moments resting her forehead on hers as if she was going to be able to recompose herself there, she needed to be strong for her, but she couldn't.

"I'm so sorry." She whispers to the little one who clutches her pillow between her sleep. "But I can't anymore, I tried, but I can't."

The smoke flooded her cognitive functions, all the choices she made until she reached the door of your house were like mental lapses, varied flashes of impulsive choices where she bundled up Julia and packed her suitcase with the aim of getting out of there as quickly as possible. She asks for the first taxi and gives him the address you gave her a long time ago in case she needed something, watching the streets of Chicago with anguish thinking about what would become of her, what would she do?

…

There's a fine line between kindness and giving your being for someone, and you knew Camila couldn't tell the difference. She is the kindest person in the world, she would do anything to see anyone happy even if it means burying her wants and needs until she doesn't see the light and loses her breath as she languishes among the earth. She got lost there among the worms in the dark earth, helpless indeed, she had no one but you that she could count on.

You knew her like every line on the palm of your hand, but not by observation like most people, not out of guesswork like most who watched her and deduced what she liked or didn't, you listened to her, you let her talk for hours and hours and actually listened to her. This was so unheard of in her setting that she felt as if she were on constant seawater where the sands of the water are always uncertain, where her feet would never know whether the ground would be firm or slippery, if there were holes or any kind of shell stones that would hurt her from the front.

Was the armor she learned to build necessary with you? Would she need all those mechanisms when she was in your presence? Did she have to scream to feel worthy of your gaze? You knew it wasn't easy to show her that she didn't have to, and you were willing to prove it.

Since high school, you were very close, after all, you had so much in common. You always made it very clear that the world wasn't ready for someone as extraordinary as her, and she always laughed thinking you were overreacting when it came to her, but you knew better. You saw her in a way that nobody sees, maybe not even herself after a certain time, you never stopped being close even after she started dating Billy and you moved to Chicago, it was necessary for you to be each other in a certain way.

So when Camila's life passed through the eye of the hurricane, you were there, as much as you could giving the support you got from a distance, you hated to see the situation where she lost a piece of herself to donate to the other, and that was when you tried to show that she deserved it more than crumbs of affection. You then said that when she felt ready to understand her true worth, to understand that she could be her best on her own and that she didn't depend on anyone else to be everything that she and her daughter needed, she could look for you in that apartment in Chicago.

Camila pulled her daughter closer to her, as if hiding the truth that that moment was dooming them, she takes a deep breath taking her trembling hands to the door and knocking three times on the wooden object, the harsh melody of the sound echoed through her body refreshed the tension of her choices, she looks away feeling her breath escape her lungs.

She hears his quiet steps towards the door, each step a relief from the anxious grip that has been living in her belly since she and her husband landed in this city. You turn the doorknob to find her weary figure with the little girl asleep in her lap, you frown in concern, immediately opening the door.

"Camila?" You give her space to come in, you know her, you know what coming here means. "What happened?"

"Where can I leave her sleeping?" Her voice was so weak it was like a breeze hitting your ears.

You point to your room and she, without precepts, guides the little one to the place, you arrange the room as much as you can for the unexpected visit, you try to ignore it but the nervousness was inevitable when she was near you. You sit on the couch, swinging your legs as you wait for the brunette to put the girl to sleep.

Camila props up the bedroom door and walks down the hall, leaning on it she closes her eyes collapsing in tears. The noise makes your chest tighten, you see the strongest woman you've ever known break down in front of you, it was scary you didn't know how to act.

You abruptly stand up, "Can I hug you?" You question slowly approaching her, she just nods through her tears.

She hugs you around the waist, her arms tremble around you and you wrap her around like a valuable treasure. For a while you are in a comfortable silence, you knew she was going to be in town but figured this time she'd be watching the band's soundcheck or something, but you decided not to ask until she's better for that conversation.

Time passes slowly for her, as if the torture of not knowing how to deal with the life she always dreamed of for herself grew more and more and her destiny was just to watch everything she always dreamed of among the dying flames like it was nothing. With every urge to cry, you wrap her around her more tightly, conveying in some way that you are there for her.

"Honey, don't you want to lie down?" You whisper after a while, she nods, you guide her to the couch. "Want to talk about it?"

"I don't know what else to do." She says running both hands through her hair. "I've done everything I could, all these years... To keep this family together, my family."

You see her tremble and take her hands carefully, without interrupting what she wants to say. "I just wanted things to be the way they used to, but I don't think Billy is going to be like that again, and I need to understand that."

"I'm so sorry Cami." You felt it was true when they said your heart cramps when you see your loved ones suffer. "You did everything you could, you are the best person, the best mother for Julia, the best wife. And if he didn't know how to recognize your worth, the fault is not in you, my dear."

She sighs in frustration, you hug her closer, "She's very proud of you, I'm sure." Your speech made her fall into tears, you know that her life is for her daughter, you wipe her tears.

"I just want her to be happy." She lays down on your chest, and you stroke her hair lovingly.

"And when are you going to give yourself a chance to be happy?" Your question leaves her speechless, and you don't press her to say anything. "Little Jules will be so much happier with her mom having that beautiful smile on her face."

Camila smiles weakly in thanks, she looks exhausted and you just wish she had time to rest from everything around her, you then stroke her hair once more whispering comforting words, giving her time to process and reassure her of everything she's able to do.

"You can rest, I'll take care of you." You say and feel as if after years she relaxes her muscles. "I promise you that everything will be fine when you wake up, or at least I will try to help you with that."

She closes her eyes and feels like she can ignore the world for once in her life, and rests in your arms. When she falls asleep, you put her on the couch and you see little Julia leave the room with her eyes tired because she just woke up.

"Hey Jules." You smile saying hello to the little one, who waves shyly at you. She threatens to call her mother but makes "shii" with her hands and widens her eyes when she sees her sleeping on the couch. "How about we make a snack for when mommy wakes up?" You suggest and the little one smiles excitedly, taking the hand you extend to her and following you into the kitchen.

As you step into the cozy kitchen with little Julia, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. Sunlight streams through the window, casting a gentle glow on the countertops adorned with colorful bowls and utensils.

You guide Julia to a sturdy wooden stool pulled up to the kitchen island, ensuring she can reach the ingredients effortlessly. The little one's eyes widen with curiosity and anticipation as she observes the array of fruits, bread, and spreads neatly arranged before her.

"Let's start by making some sandwiches," you suggest, grabbing a loaf of bread from the breadbox. Julia's face lights up with excitement as she watches you slice it into soft, even pieces. She eagerly takes charge of selecting various spreads, carefully spreading them on the bread slices with the enthusiasm only a child can possess.

Meanwhile, you retrieve a colorful assortment of fruits from a nearby bowl, encouraging Julia to pick her favorites. As she meticulously selects strawberries, banana slices, and blueberries, you can't help but marvel at her innocence and the way her eyes sparkle with delight.

Together, you assemble a delightful fruit platter, arranging the vibrant fruits into a pattern that resembles a cheerful smile. Julia giggles with delight, and you can't help but smile back, appreciating the joy she brings to even the simplest tasks.

As you reach for a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice, you notice a small step stool tucked away in the corner. Realizing that Julia might need a little extra help, you bring it over and place it next to her stool. Her eyes widen with anticipation as she eagerly climbs up and takes her seat, feeling like a kitchen assistant.

You pour the juice into two tall glasses, the liquid glistening in the sunlight, and place one in front of Julia. She takes a small sip, her eyes lighting up with the sweet tanginess, while you take a moment to savor the beauty of this shared moment.

With the sandwiches and fruit platter beautifully arranged on a decorative tray, you extend your hand to Julia, inviting her to carry it alongside you. She eagerly takes hold of your hand, her tiny fingers wrapping around yours, as you make your way back to the living room.

"Did you like it?" You ask in a calm voice, the little girl smiles and nods her head.

"Let's give it to mommy." She says with difficulty the words with scramble. She pulls her hand towards the living room, where Camila was already sitting, waking up slowly from her sleep. "Hi mommy, good morning." The little one says excitedly running to hug her.

"Good morning Jules, what were you guys doing?" She says kissing the little girl's forehead, you could see that she was airy, something had happened.

"Me and Y/N made a snack." She says proudly, pointing at you, you hold out the tray in your hand showing off your "project".

Camila smiles at you in gratitude, "I can't wait to try it, my love."

"Jules, I've got an idea." You say in a stilted voice, and the little one feels she's been called to an essential mission. "How about you prepare the balcony with pillows for mom? I have some in that room where you were sleeping, can you do that?"

"Yeah!" The little one exclaims excitedly, she goes skipping towards the room where she had slept and you take the time to sit there next to her mother.

"What happened?" You question, worried about the way she had the saddest face.

"Is it so obvious?" She asks despondently, resting her body entirely on the body of the couch. "It's almost showtime, Billy said if I thought we had a chance yet I should show up." she whispers

"And how do you feel about that?" You question, admiring the way she manages to be so beautiful.

"I feel guilty for not believing that there is still hope for us." She says and you notice she holds on to not cry, you hold her hand. "Very guilty."

"You did everything for this relationship..." You cup her face in your hands, "You gave your life for him, you lived this relationship for two people, actually... For three. You have full right to know that he has reached his end, and to know that this is his limit. Everything is fine Cami, this doesn't make you a horrible person."

"I feel so incapable of all of this." She rests her face in her hand, "Thank you for this, you're the only one who actually listens to me, you have no idea what that means."

"You don't have to thank her for anything." You assure her, stroking her cheeks. "Now, we have a snack made by your mini chef to eat."

You extend your hand to her, lifting Camila off the sofa, and guiding her to the balcony, where little Julia was already arranging the pillows.

As you step out onto the balcony with Camila, the warm breeze gently brushes against your skin, carrying with it a sense of serenity. The sight before you is transformed into a cozy oasis, as little Julia skillfully arranges a cluster of soft pillows and cushions on the floor, creating a comfortable space for Camila to relax.

Camila's eyes widen with surprise and appreciation as she takes in the tranquil scene. A small smile graces her lips, and she looks at Julia with admiration. "Wow, Jules, you did an amazing job! Thank you so much," she says, her voice filled with gratitude.

Julia beams with pride, her eyes shining with joy at her accomplishment. She pats the pillows, inviting Camila to take a seat, and you guide her to settle down amidst the plush cushions. As she sinks into the softness, Camila lets out a contented sigh, feeling the weight of the world slowly lift from her shoulders.

Taking your place next to her, you reach for the tray of sandwiches and the fruit platter that you prepared earlier. Julia eagerly joins in, her eyes dancing with excitement as she selects her favorite sandwich and takes a bite. The room fills with the sounds of satisfied munching and the occasional burst of laughter, as the three of you indulge in the simple joy of nourishing both body and soul.

As you watch Camila and Julia eat, a sense of warmth and fulfillment washes over you. This moment of shared companionship and comfort is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love and support. It is a reminder that even in the face of adversity, there are moments of solace and connection that can carry us through.

You exchange glances with Camila, and there is a silent understanding that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you will be there for her. The unspoken promise of support and unwavering loyalty resonates between you, bringing a sense of solace to both of your hearts.

As the snacks disappear and the conversation flows effortlessly, you can see a hint of the burden lifting from Camila's shoulders. Her smile grows brighter, her laughter freer, as the weight of guilt and doubt gradually fades away.

In this moment, surrounded by love and the warmth of the sun's gentle rays, you realize that sometimes the simplest gestures, like sharing a meal together, can be the most profound acts of love and understanding. As the day unfolds, you know that whatever may come, you will face it together, drawing strength from the connection you have nurtured.

The balcony becomes a haven of serenity and hope, where Camila can momentarily set aside her worries and simply embrace the love and support surrounding her. And as the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the scene, you can't help but feel a renewed sense of determination and a belief that together, you can face whatever challenges lie ahead.

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[ch3rrywond3rland]

more eddie smut pls and make it spicy. do wtv you want go wild idc 😩🤭

u guys, bear with me, this is me trying something new. hope u enjoy!!!!!

Warnings: ....smut

NSFW alphabet

A- aftercare (what they're like after sex) :

•You guys... this man is the sleepiest after sex.

•He gets clingy, cuddly and all in between.

•If things weren't too messy, he'll just pull you into his embrace and you both will fall asleep to each other's heart beat.

•Now if it was intense... he'll make sure you're okay. Run you a bath, get food and water for you, help you clean yourself up. A gentleman.

B- body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's):

•He loves you whole tbh

•BUT if he had to pick one thing it would be your thighs.

•why, you wonder? they're just multifunctional. he loves biting them, he loves kissing them, he loves laying on them, he loves seeing them wrapped around his head.

•The man can't get enough.

•Now, his favorite body part would have to be his arms

•He doesn't really know why, but you seem to love them so he does, too.

C- cum (anything to do with cum, basically....cause we nasty):

•He's a responsible man

•That being said, he'd probably pull out most of the times.

•He LOVES, and i mean *goes absolutely feral* type of love, seeing his cum all over your stomach.

D- dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

•This man LOVES the risk and thrill

•...That being said, he would love to fuck you publicly, just so everyone could see who you belonged to.

•He is a tad possessive and jealous, what can I say?

•BUT, considering the above he also would never like anyone to see his girl like that, that state of yours is reserved for himself only.

E- experience (how experienced are they? do they now what they're doing?)

•This is a rockstar we're talking about...c'mon

•He has had his one night stands with several groupies, obviously.

•But it is different with you.

•Groupies were just sex, you aren't just sex. He loves you and he intends on demonstrating it in every way.

•So he does know his way around sex, but he is still learning how to put love into it. And you're more than happy to help.

F- favorite position (this goes without saying):

•He needs to see your face, 100%.

•Kinda basic, but missionary. Again, he loves seeing your face react to his dick reaching far inside you.

•Also, I feel he'd love fucking you in front of a mirror, because he is a little ass that would love for you to watch how your body reacts to him.

G- goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or more humorous?):

•I don't see him as the type to laugh or crack jokes in the middle of sex.

•He is pretty focused on you all the time, so anything funny or embarrassing that might happen will totally be drowned by his intoxication purely on the moment.

•He does enjoy teasing you, tho. I feel he'd laugh out of amusement to you, only.

•Not in a making fun of you manner, ofc. But in a cocky manner, because he is a cocky person, let's accept it.

H- hair (how well groomed are they?):

•He has always trimmed it, and he always will.

•It bothers him, and he's sure it makes your experience a hundred time better as it is, so he never let's it get too long.

I- intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspects...):

•Like I mentioned before, he loves to show his love for you through everything. Including sex.

•It doesn't matter how or where it is, he likes to make sure you feel good and loved.

J- jack off (masturbation headcanon):

•He doesn't feels like he needs it. He used to do it more often before you guys got together, but now you are more than enough.

•He might do it once in a while if you two are apart.

•OR sometimes you will be living life around the house and he'll just get horny out of nowhere because he loves you that much, and then he'll be embarrassed to admit it or just knows that you're not in the mood, so he'll sort himself out.

K- kink (one or more of their kinks):

•He absolutely adores and need praising in your sex life. Both giving and receiving.

•Again, he loves teasing the shit out of you, specially when you're having a shy day.

•Leaves marks all over your body just so everyone knows who you belong to.

•AND (he's yet to bring this one up) but he would love to see you tied to his bed. He is scared he'll freak you out, so he just keeps this one to himself.

L- location (favorite places to do it):

•The bed, cause he's s basic king.

•But he's up to fucking you anywhere, tbh

•The bus tour, backstage, against a random wall, the studio, a random party's bathroom, etc.

M- motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

•Again, you could be doing literally anything around anywhere and he will get horny all of the sudden.

•You are just to perfect for him not to.

•He does love to see you cheer for him like a fan during the shows. He is kinda narcissistic and loves to see you scream his name alongside the fangirls in the crowd.

•He also gets turned on whenever you show him how bad you want him. When you get needy and whiny for his attention, that just does it for him.

N- NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs):

•Sharing. He would never. He is only yours and you are only his, and sharing your or his body wouldn't feel right.

•Hurting you. Even tho he can get a little kinky and aggressive when pushed enough, he will stop everything if your face or body show any signs of discomfort. Doesn't matter if you reassure you're fine, he isn't having it. It just doesn't work for him, and it is not something he would ever feel comfortable doing.

O- oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

•Honestly? No preference.

•He loves to see you in front of him, on your needs, ready to take him in. The way your moans come out muffled because his cock is stuffing your mouth, or how you are so eager to satisfy him.

•But, he also loves to feels your thighs squeezing against his head out of pure pleasure. His name falling from your lips and your hand grabbing his hair only to push him deeper inside you.

P- pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?):

•Really depends on the mood.

•If tou two have been teasing each other all night, he'll make sure to satisfy quickly and several times. Doesn't even let you have a rest before he's attacking your sore pussy again and again.

•Now, if he's been missing you or just wants to feel you, he will take his time. He makes sure you feel loved and satisfied, caring for every inch of your body.

Q- quickie (their opinion on quickies rather than sex, how often, etc.):

•Lowkey loves them.

•He knows neither of you have a lot of proper time very often, so he'll take any opportunity with you.

R- risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

•He's willing to try out anything you want.

•Unless it involves anything painful for any of you two, because he doesn't feel okay with that.

S- stamina (how many round can they go for, how long do they last):

•He either goes many rounds, short duration;

•or two looooooong rounds.

•Depends on the mood.

T- toy (do they own any? do they use them?):

•(Did they even had toys back then? idk)

•Anyways, he doesn't own any, he doesn't use any. It's probably something he wouldn't think of using, ever.

•He just feels better when it's him that makes you cum over and over again.

U- unfair (how much do they like to tease):

•He ADORES good teasing sex.

•Lives to see you underneath him, all flustered and begging for him to give you something, anything.

•Knows exactly what and how to tease you, he has mastered this art.

V- volume (how loud are they? what sounds they make?):

•The man is moaning and grunting like his life depended on it.

•He is not afraid of being loud. Like, at all.

W- wild card (random headcanon for the character):

•He loves seeing you undress for him. Don't get me wrong, he likes taking your clothes off your body...

•but there is just something about you stripping naked in front of him, about not having to do anything but watch you.

X- x-ray (let's see what's going on inside those pants, pictures or words):

•Thicker than he is longer, good 7 inches.

Y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

•He is ALWAYS down to fuck. Or make love, whatever you want.

•It is always somewhere in his mind, the man is obsessed with you and every inch of your body.

Z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

•Doesn't take long at all. He can be gone after 10 minutes, easily.

•Still, he waits for you to he asleep first, only wanting you to be comfortable and resting before he sleeps himself.

[taylorsv3rsion13]

the way i loved you || eddie roundtree x reader

tw : kissing, making out, profanity.

synopsis : jealousy isn't the best between eddie and you...

words : 932

Interviewer : Do you miss anything?

Y/N : Yeah. I do miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.

Camila invited all of us over for her house party. The rain had cleared away as I sat in my taxi, giving me the perfect opportunity to run across the street without getting soaked. 

The party was packed. People jammed in the house or outside in the backyard.

I looked around, desperately trying to find someone I recognized. I could only look for so long before a body was thrown on me and brown hair covered my vision.

“I’m so glad you made it, Y/N!” I could instantly recognize it as Camila. 

“I’m so glad to see you, where are the others?” I asked as she was being pulled away by a mob of people.

“They might be outside. At least that’s where I saw Eddie and Graham last!” She yelled over the loud music as she was pulled with everyone.

I made my way outside as I saw the group of boys all huddled together. Except it was only Eddie and Warren.

“Y/N!” Warren exclaimed as he ran up to me, engulfing me in a hug.

I hugged him back, “Where’s Karen?”

Eddie sighed, “Her and Graham went off somewhere.” 

I knew what was going on between Graham and Karen. They both liked each other, and they were terrible at hiding it.

The night went by and groupies came and left. They flirted with Eddie and Warren as I attempted to keep my eyes away from Eddie. It wasn’t a secret that I liked Eddie. I’m guessing most people knew, but it made me even more jealous the way he’d look at the girls that would sit on his lap.

I don’t even know how or why I started liking Eddie, I just did. He attracted me. I’d get butterflies if he’d touch my hand while trying to teach me with the guitar, or when he touched my waist when he would move around in the kitchen.

I sighed loudly before getting up and walking over to grab a drink. Everyone was with someone else as they danced and partied.

“Hey, you’re Y/N L/N, right?” A man’s voice said as he brought me out of my gaze.

I looked over to him, seeing a quite attractive man. I smiled, “Yes, that’s me.” The two of us continued eye contact.

The man grew flustered at my smile, “I’m sorry, I've heard a lot about you, and I’ve seen you in newspapers, wow.” He stammered.

The next hour went by in a blur. We madeout and that was that. I mean, it was a lot. I didn’t fully think of my decisions, do I regret them though? No, of course not.

After he had left (his name was Thomas), I went to the restroom, fixing myself up. My lipstick was smeared and my hair was a wreck. I didn’t get banged, but it looked like I did. 

I took off the lipstick and patted water on my head, trying my best to look as presentable as I could.

The boys sat inside now, in the dark after the power had gone out. There were candles that were lit and blankets being handed out.

“Woo! Where have you been, girly?” Warren asked as he watched me walk down the stairs towards the couch. It was obvious something had happened, especially if my lipstick was off. Warren raised an eyebrow and smirked in response, which I rolled my eyes to.

“Nothing.” I said, flashing him a smile. 

I looked over to Eddie who didn’t say anything, he just looked at me with disgust, he too rolled his eyes. I watched as he got up abruptly, bumping into people as he made his way out of the house

Warren sighed, “You should follow after him.”

The rain was pouring down hard. Harder than what I expected for LA. I could barely see Eddie’s figure in the rain, he seemed to be walking fast.

“Eddie!” I yelled over the rain. “Eddie!” I yelled again, running to catch up with him.

He turned to me angrily as we were inches apart. “What, Y/N? What now?” 

“What has gotten into you? Why are you all of a sudden so mad at me?” I questioned as he held clumps of hair on his head.

“Nothing, Y/N! Nothing. Nothing is wrong because nothing happened.” He yelled.

By now, the rain had drenched both of us, and I shivered from the cold.

“If it’s nothing then don’t act like a dick.” I said to the brunette.

He only sighed loudly, “Fine, maybe it’s because you made out with that guy! Okay? You don’t understand.”

I scoffed at his response “You’ve made out with a million groupies and I don’t do shit about it. Eddie for fucks sake I’ve liked you for so long. You’re the one that doesn’t understand.” 

I couldn’t deal with him anymore, so I decided to walk away from him.

I felt Eddie grasp onto my wrist as he brought me back to him, his hands had found their way to my cheeks as he desperately kissed me. I sunk into the kiss as the rain poured down on us. It was peaceful, no fighting and just us.

I pulled away slowly, allowing myself to breathe.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” Eddie said as he touched our foreheads.

I laughed quietly, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to do something.”

Eddie : She misses me?

Note :

Hi! This is my first post on here! I hope you enjoy, it did take quite awhile to brainstorm

also requests are always open

[itsametaphorbriansblog]

Dreams

A.N: Wellcome guys! This is my first try at a series and fanfiction overall so all types of comments, messages, or criticism works for me. Also, English is not my first language so be considerate regarding that, I´m going to try my best. I´m really excited about this one, it´s going to be a titanic job, I´ve been working a lot on it, and I´m going to try and upload every Saturday since most of the outline is done! it´s looking up to be between 24-30 chapters so I hope yall get along for the ride!

Warnings (will be updated as the series progress): bisexual!reader, fem!reader (this is me but I image reader being not-hegemonic) sexism, drugs, homophobia, angst, love triangle? Almost?, unrequited love, slow burn, fluff, friends to lovers.

Pairing: Daisy Jones x reader, Eddie Roundtree x reader

Playlist of the series: Dreams

When the rain washes you clean you'll know (Album one)

Intro

track one: I´d do anything just to feel with you

track two: My words shoot to kill when I'm mad

track three: Move on up

track four: I keep your picture with me, Daisy

track five: How strange when life unfolds this way

track six: L.A. Woman, Sunny Afternoon

track seven: One more bad break could bring a fall 

track eight:

[cienfuegos-rpg-blog]

Personnages 

A-B-C

Alexis Rolds -> Alexis Ren / prise Anastasia Baranovski -> Selena Gomez / prise  Andrew Miller -> Justin Bieber / pris Anna Clay -> Eliana Jones / prise Balthazar Lancaster -> Cole Sprouse / pris

D-E-F

Elizabeth Waldorf -> Kendall Jenner / prise Esmerelda Da Silvenos -> Emeraude Toubia / libre Esteban Rodriguez -> Austin Butler / libre

G-H-I

Hope Wegener -> Madeleine Petsch / prise Isaï Camões -> The Weeknd / pris

J-K-L

Jawaad Al Rajhi -> Zayn Malik / pris Julian Kennedy -> Ryan Gosling / pris Lance Cruz -> Jay Alvarrez / libre  Lauren Alvarez -> Victoria Justice / libre  Léonie Grey -> Joanna Marie / prise Lily-Rose Johnson -> Helen Owen / prise Lyla Larsen -> Camila Mendes / prise 

M-N-O-P

Natasha Patterson -> Bella Hadid / prise

Q-R-S-T

U-V-W

Victoire Wilds -> Elsa Hosk / libre Viktoria Liszewski -> Gigi Hadid / prise

X-Y-Z

Zachary Kent -> Harry Styles / pris Zéphyr Jones -> Harvey Newton Haydon / pris

Vous pouvez retrouver toute les biographies des prédéfinis ici -> PRÉDÉFINI 

[bumblesimagines]

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜

- Camila

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜

pronouns; he/him/his, male y/n

Rolling over onto your side, you blindly reached forward for the woman that occupied your bed nightly. But when you only found empty space, you cracked an eye open and huffed softly upon seeing she had slipped out of bed without you realizing.

"Cami..." You groaned softly and pushed yourself up into a sitting position, tiredly gazing around the dimly lit room.

Sighing heavily when you found no sign of the brunette, you dragged yourself out of bed and into the bathroom. Once you finished using the toilet and brushing your teeth, you wandered out into the hallway. The wooden boards creaked under you as you walked, echoing lightly through the quiet house.

Growing closer to the kitchen, the smell of frying bacon wafted through the air and you could hear the radio faintly playing. You smiled softly and stepped into the kitchen, spotting Camila swaying along to the music. Plopping the bacon down by the freshly cooked eggs and toast, she turned to retrieve juice from the fridge only to pause when she spotted you. A wide smiled spread across her face and she eagerly waddled over, going as fast as she could with a heavily pregnant belly weighing her down.

"Morning!" She chirped with a soft giggle, placing her hands on your cheeks and leaning forward to kiss you.

"You're up early." You murmured, brushing some of her long hair behind her ear.

Lifting her brows, she blew a raspberry. "Yeah, well, someone-" She rubbed her belly for extra measure. "-seems to like waking their mama up early."

"Looks like we've got an early riser on our hands then." You chuckled and gently kissed her forehead before stepping toward the fridge. Camila hummed softly in response and picked up the plates from the counter, setting them down on the round table. She resumed her swaying as she picked out forks and you couldn't help but smile and watch.

Setting the forks and butter knife on the table, she lifted her head toward you and smiled meekly. "What're you looking at?"

"What, am I not allowed to look at you? I can't look at my beautiful wife anymore?" You asked with raised brows, walking toward the table and setting down the orange juice. The tips of her ears turned red and she giggled softly.

"Mm, you can but it'll cost you." She cooed playfully and tilted her chin up.

Humming, you cupped her face and pecked her lips. "Is that it?"

"No, one more." Chuckling again, you leaned in and peppered her face with kisses until she started laughing. Resting her hands on your chest, she stared at you lovingly. "I love you, (Y/N).."

[reasonsmandy]

Hey there! Hi, I hope you're having a good day.

I don't know if you're looking for requests or not (I didn't see anything on your blog, but I could be stupid and didn't see it😅) if you do, I have an idea for a Camila one. It's pretty simple, so you have all the liberty that you want. The reader and Camila met because the reader work at the studio maybe and she quickly become friends with the band and of course Camila too, they start to develop feelings, but the reader is afraid both because of how the others might think and also because Camila is still with Billy.

But they have a happy ending ...? Please 😂 maybe with Billy's help too... might be nice 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Alright, bye❤️

Hi love, I hope you are well... I think I understood what you asked me, I hope I did a good job. Good reading 🫶🏾

[taylorsv3rsion13]

we shouldn't be in love || warren rojas x reader

tw : kissing, profanity.

synopsis : avoiding warren was always easy for you, that was until you were questioned.

words : 1.1k

Y/N : Yeah, of course I knew we couldn't be together. Everyone knew, but that doesn't stop shit.

Warren : I mean, it’s their younger sister, and she was hot. Of course I was gonna try.

I always knew Y/N. She would come and listen to our practices with Camila. She didn’t start standing out to me until we got our house in Laurel Canyon though.

I mean you have this girl, that you never noticed and then one day, you wake up and you see her walking around the house, laughing with whoever, and she turned into the hottest girl in the world.

She avoided me though, so groupies helped me take my mind off of her.

Y/N : I liked him since the ninth grade. And my brothers would kill me if i even had a crush on him. I had to avoid him. I had no other choice.

All of us were snuggled, watching a movie that was airing at night. Karen held onto my side as Graham was on her other side, passed out an snoring lightly.

I had kept making eye contact with Warren all night, and I couldn't be more thankful that it was dark in the room besides the television.

I got up abruptly after making eye contact for what seemed like the millionth time. Karen looked at me worriedly.

"Sorry, just needed some water." I said, flashing her a smile.

I grabbed a glass from the cabinet, pouring cold water into the glass.

"So, what's wrong?" Warren's deep voice asked from behind me.

I turned to him, raising an eyebrow, "You're lucky I don't get scared easily, or I'd get a heart attack."

He gave me a slight smirk, "Tonight's the first night you've made eye contact with me... in what, like three months?"

Silence separated us, but it was horrible tension.

"Why have you been avoiding me all of a sudden?" Warren asked.

I took a large gulp of water, "I haven't been."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Can't we just go and watch the movie?" I questioned.

"No, because you're not avoiding anyone else, so what's wrong with me?"

"Warren, I promise you I didn't mean to. It's nothing, so now if you don't mind, I'm going to sit with Karen and finish the movie." I stated, walking out of the kitchen and leaving him there.

Karen held up her arm for me to cuddle in next to her. I noticed that she had pushed Graham off of her as well, as he looked to be dangling off the arm rest, still peacefully asleep.

"Everything alright, love?" Karen asked.

"Yeah, just was really thirsty." I said, laying my head down.

I quit making eye contact with Warren that night. I tried my hardest to avoid him, I really did, but he made it so fucking hard.

I didn't want to avoid him, no, but I knew how my brothers would get. Especially since Billy hates any guy I talk to.

Warren's arm brushed past me the next morning as he grabbed his toast from the toaster. I couldn't help but feel butterflies.

Everyone was cramped in the kitchen, sitting at the table or leaning on the counters. I caught Karen's eye too as she smirked at me, which I rolled my eyes to.

"Y/N and Camila, can you guys help me with something in my room?" Karen asked.

"I can help." Graham said as he got up from the table.

Karen shook her head no, "Sorry, it's a girls thing."

Camila grabbed me, leading me towards Karen's room.

Karen shut the door behind us as she couldn't even hide her smile.

"So, what's going on with Warren and you?" Camila asked, sitting on the bed.

I looked at the two, crossing my arms, "Nothing, nothing whatsoever, I'm wondering what's going on with Karen and Graham."

Karen laughed, "No, don't switch up the conversation, Y/N! Now what's going on with you and Warren!" She urged.

I sighed, giving in, "I don't know! I don't want anything because I don't want Graham or Billy to be mad at him or I, but then last night he asked why I've been avoiding him and ugh!"

Camila looked at me in shock at my rant.

Karen propped herself up on her bed, "Well fuck it. Fuck what Billy and Graham think."

"I agree." Camila added.

I sighed "But what if he's not interested? He's making out with a new groupie like every day."

Karen and Camila only laughed at each other before Camila spoke, "Trust me, he is obsessed with you."

The more days I avoided Warren, the harder it got.

He would sit next to me when we watched movies and put his arm around me slightly, or he'd start calling me new nicknames. God I wanted to smack him sometimes. Graham would look at me, questioning what was going on as well.

I was cooking breakfast by myself, because everyone was sleeping in. A hand touched my waist as an arm went to grab something near the cabinet.

"Sorry, princess." Warren's voice said from behind me.

God my heart was racing.

I turned off the stove as I looked at the boy, "We have to talk."

"I'm all ears." Warren said with a smirk.

"Warren, do you like me or not. Because you're always making out with a new groupie and I don't know." I rambled

It must've caught him by surprise as he stood up.

"Of course I like you, I'd be stupid not to like you. I've been in love with you since I started practicing in your garage." He said, a slight chuckle.

Before I knew it, his lips were on mine and the world seemed to have stopped. I stared in shock before fully closing my eyes and kissing Warren back. His hands were securely on my waist as I had my hands on his neck.

He broke the kiss, allowing the two of us to catch our breath, but his hands never left my waist.

"I don't kiss any groupie like that." Warren laughed.

"What the fuck?" I heard Graham's voice say.

Everyone stood at the door frame looking at us in shock, besides Karen and Camila of course, they were smirking.

Billy looked like he was a bomb about to blow up.

"Y/N? Wanna explain yourself?" Billy questioned.

"Uhh..."

Camila stepped into the conversation, "It's love Billy, leave them be."

"Even if you were a groupie I'd still love you." Warren whispered in my ear as Billy continued to look fumed.

"That's sweet, isn't it?" I said, smiling up at him.

[reasonsmandy]

It's me and you

Camila Dunne x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Hey there! Hi, I hope you're having a good day. I don't know if you're looking for requests or not (I didn't see anything on your blog, but I could be stupid and didn't see it😅) if you do, I have an idea for a Camila one. It's pretty simple, so you have all the liberty that you want. The reader and Camila met because the reader work at the studio maybe and she quickly become friends with the band and of course Camila too, they start to develop feelings, but the reader is afraid both because of how the others might think and also because Camila is still with Billy. But they have a happy ending ...? Please 😂 maybe with Billy's help too... might be nice 🤷🏻‍♀️😂 Alright, bye❤️

✧.* summary — You have always been a closed person, preserving your secrets and your limits in fear of what the outside would do to you. But with them you found a family, and in Camila more than that, a love.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 2.9k

✧.* 🫀 — Camila's masterlist

In the vibrant music scene of the 70s, you embarked on a courageous journey as a music producer. Your passion for creating captivating melodies and pushing boundaries knew no bounds. As you navigated the challenging terrain of the industry, you remained dedicated to your craft, showcasing exceptional talent in music production. Your commitment to professionalism was unwavering, leaving no room for prejudice to seep into your interactions.

You understood the delicate balance between asserting your identity and ensuring that your work spoke for itself. Your focus on maintaining a high level of professionalism stemmed from a deep desire to be recognized for your abilities rather than being judged based on gender or sexual orientation. As a result, you have been cautious about forming close friendships, fearing that personal connections might lead to biases or hinder your professional growth.

However, amidst the solitary pursuit of excellence, destiny led you to a remarkable encounter—the emerging band known as Daisy Jones and the Six. The band's rising popularity within the label piqued your interest, and you became intrigued by their musical potential. It was through their performances and recordings that you witnessed raw talent that resonated deeply within your soul.

With a delicate balance of curiosity and professionalism, you observed the band's progress, contributing your expertise as a music producer to their journey. While you remained focused on your role and responsibilities, you couldn't help but be drawn to their magnetism, the synergy that ignited between their music and your passion for producing.

It was no secret that the band's energy was captivating and attracted anyone who lived with them - despite the fights several times. They made you feel loved and very comfortable, something that you never experienced before in a work environment, it was magical to feel more than at home in what you loved to do.

That band not only acted like a family, they were one, and you understood that when you met Camila Dunne.

Camila intrigued you on every level a person could surprise you on, she was so unique and so surprising that you wanted to swim deeper and deeper into her wonders. When the band was hired she was a frequent presence for the recordings, especially when the instruments were recorded, Julia loved to see her uncles and her aunt play and loved to wander among the instruments, occasionally being caught pounding Rojas' drums or "strumming" Eddie's bass.

And since you were in charge of that room when Teddy Price wasn't there, you always allowed the two of them to be present, because whether you wanted it or not, it was just a matter of seeing the figure of that brunette go through the door with them that your day got better immediately. Billy usually joined them, but it didn't take long to walk out the door with Daisy and come back hours later, so you kept Camila and Julia company while everyone else worked on their parts.

Those afternoons made you connect immediately, you never thought you would get along with someone as well as she did, but it was something as natural as the air you breathe, and little by little it became something as essential as that. With her, things seemed so easy, light, simple, and you came to the conclusion that it was impossible not to fall in love with Camila Dunne.

When you realized the passion that grew in your chest every time your eyes met, you got scared. What would others think of you? What would Billy think of all this? Would you miss this phenomenal friendship? You knew that the oldest Dunne didn't deserve her, you knew that things between them weren't the same for a long time, but something in your mind told you that you weren't within your right to express any feelings for her. You didn't want to mess up the only thing right in your life after so long.

But there were moments where you were sure she felt the same way, moments where it was just the two of you in that studio laughing at the dumbest thing you thought of last night and commented to her, moments where you comforted her when she felt like it was just her against the whole world, moments where she held you close and said she was proud of the project you had done, moments where that smile was directed at you... where you were it's cause, where she was only yours.

Billy and Daisy were a magnificent show, an entertainment that delivered anger, love, hate, passion, lust, need, sadness and all kinds of human emotion between the notes emanating from their voicing strings. A show that would astound any individual amongst the throngs of its audience, a show that was not only memorable for fans but also for art history, a show that Camila Dunne watched daily from the box.

Camila watched Billy and Daisy go up in flames, she watched closely as their souls found each other and shared their wounds and deep feelings, she watched intently as they lost themselves in the intensity that consumed them, intent on filling their own frustration. They needed each other, but they weren't each other's salvation, and she knew it. Quiet, attentive and trying her hardest to keep calm for her daughter as she watched her husband fall in love with another woman.

It was to be expected that she would fall apart, that she would freak out when she saw everything she had built for years slipping through her hands like grains of sand, but there was something holding her that was inexplicable, she expected to feel the thump of the fall as the wave broke into the tide, but instead she felt the water move her smoothly somehow. It didn't wound her as deeply as she expected. It was a puzzle she couldn't comprehend until she confronted the truth: her heart had already begun to wander towards someone else—towards you.

Camila's mind swirled with a flurry of doubts, attempting to unravel the origins of these blossoming feelings within her. How had they emerged? And more importantly, how were they growing stronger? The thought of embracing a romantic relationship with you both thrilled and terrified her. What would others think? Would they understand?

Yet, amidst the fear and uncertainty, Camila couldn't help but envision a future together. She imagined tranquil afternoons in the park, the three of you, sharing laughter and creating memories. She saw herself spending precious free days reading alongside you and Julia, cherishing the simple joys of a life she had always yearned for.

These daydreams gently nudged aside visions that had once featured Billy. Instead, Camila found solace and peace when she imagined herself by your side. And what made it even more remarkable was that you saw her, truly saw her, regardless of the roles she played or the expectations she met. In your presence, she felt valued and appreciated for simply being herself.

As these thoughts danced within Camila's mind, she acknowledged the effort you made to be a part of her life. Your presence, even in a platonic sense, held immense value. It was a testament to the bond you shared, a connection that went beyond professional obligations. Your genuine care and unwavering support touched Camila's heart, assuring her that you were a steadfast presence in her life.

With each passing day, Camila's dreams transformed from mere figments of her imagination into tangible possibilities. And the beauty of it all was that you were right there beside her, making those dreams a reality. Your dedication and commitment to her well-being spoke volumes, instilling in Camila a sense of hope and anticipation for what the future held. Gradually she didn't care anymore about the way Billy neglected her, she only thought about you.

…

Camila played with Julia in the living room of their house, she could hear Billy in the kitchen preparing something for her breakfast, his voice was like a muffled noise she didn't pay attention to anything that he was saying.

"Cami, are you listening to me?" The older Dunne sits with the girls, stroking little Julia's hair.

She seems to be aware of the dispersion, looking directly at her husband. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"I wanted to know if you want to go with me to the photoshoot of the album." He cracks a smile, Camila could tell he was distant, something was on his mind since the last time he went to the studio.

"Sure." Camila agrees, letting her hair fall over her shoulders, while touching the doll next to her. "You seem a little restless since Friday." she points out.

Billy shrugs, trying to hide the thoughts of him that had wandered into the kiss he and Daisy shared a few days ago. He doesn't say anything.

"You know Billy, there's a lot of unspoken things between us." Camila says between a sigh, glancing from time to time at Julia trying to make sure she was distracted. "I just wanted you to be honest with me if there's something changing about you, between us."

He looked deep into her eyes, there was something necessary that needed to be said and he knew he couldn't hold back too long. "Look Cami I-, I don't know what's been happening to me these last few days."

Camila sighs, she knew what was coming in this conversation. "You don't know or you don't want to tell me?"

"Daisy she... We have something between us." He says at once, ripping off the band aid. "She makes me burn, it's something I've never felt before. I'm so sorry…"

Camila sighs, opening a smile, he finds the action strange but he watches her carefully. "Thanks for being honest with me, I knew there was something. I know what it's like to see you in love."

His heart squeezes, he felt a huge love for Camila but he wasn't in love with her the same way he was with Daisy Jones, knowing that the woman in front of him was willing to understand his feelings and not only that but also validate them. "I love you Camila, I really do. I just need to figure out what this is. And I don't want to hurt anyone."

"I love you too." Camila says through a smile, wondering if she should open her heart about everything she's been feeling the past few days. "I also need to figure out a few things."

Billy feels a twinge of jealousy, he knew it was selfish of him to think that way so he tried to hide whatever that feeling was. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said, I need to figure some things out too." She shrugs, not wanting to give away too much information. "I only ask you for my space, I want us to maintain a good relationship for Jules, please."

"Absolutely, Cami." He says, kissing her forehead. "You are my family."

…

The wind on top of the hill was freezing, the hairs on your arms stood on end with each gust of wind that made the leaves fly and the branches move. You tried not to shiver as you watched the band get ready to start the photo shoot, Warren and Eddie were eating while talking about something you were too distracted to understand, Karen and Graham had taken another one of those getaways that they swore you didn't know were happening. But pretty much everyone knew, well, except Warren.

Billy Dunne's car parks, it was almost immediately that your eyes went to the vehicle just by hearing the sound of the engine. As soon as your eyes met hers, your heart pounded in your chest like an animal desperate to break out of its cage. She smiles when she sees you, Julia waves happily at you and you blow her a kiss and she catches it in the air.

It doesn't take long for them to get out of the car, Graham appears and takes his niece in his lap to show the surroundings along with Eddie and Warren, not long after they were playing tag around. While Billy and Daisy took their pictures alone Camila approaches you with that smile that makes you melt.

"I didn't know you would be here." She comments, the wind making the strands of her hair ruffled. She tried to fix it and you laughed with her playful face.

You shrug, putting your hands in your pockets. "And lose these goofs in a photo shoot? Never!" You say making her laugh, her laugh makes the butterflies in your stomach dance. "You look wonderful, you know?"

You couldn't contain the compliment, it was inevitable to speak well of a woman like her and admire her in her presence. Camila smiles shyly, looking at the floor. "This coming from you means a lot, thank you."

"No need to say thank you, just facts." You offer her one of the foods that are there for the staff, she gladly accepts it.

Camila sighs, she had so much to tell you but there was something holding her back. Would this be a good time? You can sense her anxiety, with concern you calmly take your hands to hers, your fingers gently brush against each other as a shock runs down your spine like sensational energy.

"Can we talk in a more private place?" She asks in a low voice.

"Want to go for a ride?" You say jingling your car keys, she opens a small smile and quickly asks if Graham can take care of Julia while she needs to go out and he agrees.

When she closes the passenger door, you start the car and then the radio, and as always "Honeycomb" was playing full blast through the speakers. You automatically open a smile of pride, in a comfortable silence that is established between you, after a while her hand rests on yours, your body shivers.

You turn around a curve to a quieter place, which gives you a beautiful view of that place. Parking the car you turn to watch her, trying to understand what was going on there. Camila looked nervous, and you would do anything to calm her down.

"Hey, it's okay." You reassure her, holding her hands. "You can tell me whatever you want."

She squints her eyes shut, drawing in a sharp breath before speaking at once. "I know this might sound really crazy but I'm falling in love with you."

You feel like you've frozen in time, your heart races, your hands shake as your pupils widen at your words. Afraid that your silence would mean rejection for her, you rush to formulate your words.

"Cami... Are you serious?" Your voice was shaky, Camila just nodded. "I've been head over heels in love with you for a long time."

There was a glow you haven't seen in her in a while, which resurfaced when you saw a huge smile spread across her face. She pulls you into a hug, you are quick to wrap her arms around her. Kissing her shoulder tenderly, you remain in the hold for a few seconds until she pulls away.

"I imagine this is all pretty new to you." You whisper, taking her face in your hands, she nods, her eyes wandering every now and then to your lips. "I'm here for you every step of the way, I understand there are a lot of things you need to figure out and-"

"Let's forget about the world for a while." She says, and you feel that with her you could do this. "Me and Billy, we well... we're not us anymore."

You are surprised to hear this, you have never been taken so seriously in this way, you have never been considered the first option in this way. She had made a very difficult decision to risk anything with you... It made you feel so wanted for the first time in your life.

You take a deep breath, containing the emotion that such words caused in you. "I want to kiss you so badly right now."

She approaches you little by little, resting one of her hands on your thighs "Please, do it."

You laugh shyly, gently cupping her face in your hands, your lips touching in a kiss that feels perfect. Her lips fit perfectly, as if you came back to life after years underground, she made your energy resurface with every movement of her lips. She kissed you with affection and need, it was a new path for her but you felt that together with caution she had the need to have you. You get lost in each other there for a few minutes, just the two of you and nature around you.

The silence was comfortable, you felt good in each other's presence, you felt at home, you belonged. Silly smiles, laughs and kisses were exchanged from time to time until the hours passed and it was necessary for you to return.

"Are we going to continue with this?" You question, very much wanting to receive a yes for an answer. "I respect your time, beautiful, I just want to know if we're going to be together from here."

She holds his hands, intertwining their fingers she brings them to her mouth, placing a lingering kiss there. "It's me and you."

You smile silly, how did she make you feel so surrendered like that? You kiss her one more time, with affection and willingness, wanting to enjoy every second left.

She rests her forehead on his, letting out a giggle. "And Jules, of course."

You laugh along with her, nodding in agreement. "The three of us, that's for sure."

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[bumblesimagines]

“i love you. don’t forget that”

Camila Dunne

“i love you. don’t forget that”

"Are you su-"

"Yes, (Y/N), I'm sure." Camila laughed softly, brown eyes full of love and warmth as she gazed at you. She cradled a dozing Julia in her arms and watched you with a wide smile. "We'll be okay."

"I can stay behind, Cami. I'm sure they'll be fine without a bassist." You insisted softly, lifting a hand to stroke your daughter's messy brown hair.

"I don't think Billy would agree, cariño." She chuckled, pressing her lips to Julia's forehead as the little girl stirred. "Besides, you can't miss this tour. After what happened last time..."

You grimaced at the memory of Billy staggering around onstage. "Yeah, I know... Teddy's counting on us."

"Exactly. Plus, this is Daisy's first tour! You have to be there for her. Promise me you'll keep an eye on her." Camila took a step closer, the previous amusement shifting into seriousness. At the mention of her name, you looked toward the eccentric singer as she began climbing into the bus. Seemingly feeling eyes on her, she turned her head and smiled widely, her hand shooting up into the air to wave at Camila before she disappeared into the bus.

"Daisy Jones is going to do whatever Daisy Jones feels like doing." You reminded your wife with a small smile. "Billy's been keeping an eye on her since they've started writing. She'll be alright."

"Billy's one man."

"Is this your way of convincing me to go? Asking me to babysit a grown woman?" You raised your brows at her, scoffing softly when she shrugged innocently.

"Alright, come on, lovebirds! We gotta go!" Rod hollered, hitting the side of the bus with his fist twice and pointedly staring at you and Camila.

Snorting and shaking her head, Camila gently set the sleepy girl down and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. She smiled and cradled your face, bumping her nose against yours before stepping back. With a heavy sigh, you crouched down and wrapped your arms around Julia, hearing her yawn into your ear and mutter tired gibberish.

"You're not marching off to war, (Y/N)! Get your ass on the bus."

"Jesus, alright!" You huffed and stood up, kissing Camila one last time and tussling Julia's hair.

"I love you. Don’t forget that."

"Never."

[bumblesimagines]

❝  come sit a little while with me.  tell me how you’ve been?  really.  ❞

Camila Dunne

❝  come sit a little while with me.  tell me how you’ve been?  really.  ❞

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral (tho written with a fem y/n in mind)

Something was wrong.

The minute Camila had entered the plane, you could sense something was off about her. She couldn't quite meet anyone's eyes and she pointedly ignored Daisy's existence when the redhead brushed past her and flashed a small smile. She couldn't hold conversation with her own husband and seemed to avoid even looking at him. She sat by the window seat staring out it with hardened features and ever so watering eyes.

"Cam, come sit a little while with me." You called, sitting up in your seat and shoving Eddie shoulder to get him to move. Your brother scoffed and grumbled under his breath but nevertheless, he got up from his seat and instead sat down beside Warren.

Camila silently switched seats and sat beside you, exhaling softly and offering you a tired smile. "Hi."

"Tell me how you’ve been? Really." You coaxed and her shoulders slumped, head turning limply toward the window beside her. Dropping your voice to a whisper, you leaned in slightly. "Did Billy do something again?" Her sharp inhale confirmed your suspicions.

"Daisy... It was always Daisy.." She murmured, brows furrowing as she rolled her lips inward and shook her head lightly. Camila looked back at you with watery doe eyes. No surprise there. While Daisy and Billy had a turbulent friendship, there was no denying the underlying tension between them. The chemistry. The longing looks and quick glances.

"What happened, babe?" You asked softly, taking her hand into yours and rubbing comforting circles in the back of her hand. Camila swallowed thickly and sighed.

"I saw them... He was holding her face s-so gently. So tenderly. I heard them talk. I heard her. She... She wants a future with him. He's married and-and..." Camila exhaled shakily and dropped her head onto your shoulder. You pressed your cheek to her head and whispered soft comforts. It was going to be one long flight.

[bumblesimagines]

“no, don’t try to hide your beautiful smile from me.”

Camila Dunne

“no, don’t try to hide your beautiful smile from me.”

The snap of a photo being taken had been a sound you'd grown used to over the years. It used to catch your attention, pulling you away from whatever song the band had been practicing that day and drawing your eyes toward the pretty brunette Eddie had brought around. She'd smile when she knew she had your attention and snap another photo.

But over the years, the sound faded into a comforting background noise. A reminder of Camila Alvarez; the pretty girl who had given herself the title of band manager and followed her dear friends out to Los Angeles. Her glances, gestures, and subtle flirting had gone unnoticed so when Eddie teased that she was chasing one of the guys to LA, you assumed it was hotshot Billy Dunne. It only took half a year for Camila to lose her patience and boldly declare her feelings.

And when you heard another snap and a soft chuckle, you felt a warm feeling settling in your chest. Peering over your shoulder at the brunette, she smiled cheekily and lifted the camera again.

"You've got enough photos to track my day-to-day life, Cami."

"Good," She lightly pressed down on the bottom and a white light shone in your face for a second. "That's the plan."

"Is it?" You chuckled, looking back at the coffee machine and pouring the hot liquid into the mug. You turned and set the coffee down on the table, snatching up the camera when Camila set it aside to grab her mug.

Her brows lifted and she immediately retracted her hands from the mug to cover her face, flustered giggles escaping her. "I look horrible, (Y/N)!"

"No, don’t try to hide your beautiful smile from me." You cooed, lifting the camera to your face and smiling widely as her ears turned red. Peeking between her fingers, she debated it for a moment before shyly pulling down her hands and smiling at the camera.

"There we go." You chuckled. "There's my pretty wife."

[reasonsmandy]

Hi I don't know if you're taking requests so I'm so sorry if you're not but if you are would I be able to ask for a Camila/male oc that she knew from highschool that lives in Chicago when everything kick's off.

Hello lovely, hope you're having a great day. I really enjoyed this one and I hope you enjoy it too, happy reading 🫶🏾

[bumblesimagines]

I've spent days trying to figure out what to do first so....

I've been flipflopping between all of these unable to choose which one to complete and post for you all. Some of these will be longer than others (such as the SE one) while others will likely be decently short (FAF one until a new movie comes out).

The Last Of Us - Our Flickering Light

Joel Miller x M!Reader (TW/CW: Violence, zombies, big age gap in a romantic relationship (Y/N is in his late twenties fyi))

Following the adoptive son of Frank and Bill, (Y/N) will set off to help Joel on his mission to get Ellie to the fireflies and find a cure to save the world. Along this journey, (Y/N) will develop a good friendship with Ellie and eventually a romantic relationship with Joel. Depending on how they approach season 2, this fic may be contained to just season 1 and a part or two that take place between seasons.

Daisy Jones and The Six - Money and Glory

Camila Dunne/Alvarez x M!Reader (TW/CW: Infidelity, mentions of addictions, drug mention)

Following Teddy Price's adoptive-but-not-adopted son, (Y/N) is a rockstar at the peak of his career. With adoring fans and undeniable talent, his producer and father figure, Teddy Price, wants him to take a chance on a fresh band named The Six. However, turbulent friendships and rivalries are formed, and it isn't long before he finds himself in a sticky and complicated love square between a married couple and a certain impulsive redhead.

Sex Education - As You Like It

Maeve Wiley x M!Reader (TW/CW: Vulgar language, sex talk obviously, drug mention, SA mention, mature topics, teenage angst)

After being forced to leave America and follow his mother to the United Kingdom, (Y/N) enrolls in Moordale Secondary School where he quickly becomes acquainted with the school's 'bad girl', Maeve Wiley. Similar humor and opinions lead them to forming a close friendship, but platonic feelings soon become romantic and they're forced to navigate the unknown world of love and trust.

Bridgerton - Peonies and Camellias

Daphne Bridgerton x M!Reader (TW/CW: Enforced traditional gender roles/opinions, men being men, missed signals and mixed signals)

Nobody's surprised when the known hopeless romantic, Daphne Bridgerton, falls in love with her childhood friend, (Y/N). After years of quietly pining and envisioning a future together, Daphne finally sees her dream come close enough to touch when she finally enters the social season as a proper woman. But, it seems destiny's playing tricks on her and she's left frustrated when her friend can't seem to take the hint. So, she enlists the help of the Duke to help win the heart of her beloved.

Fast and Furious - Thicker Than Water

Fast Crew x M!Reader (TW/CW: Gun mention, war crimes being done ngl, lotta cars, familial issues, angst)

When Jakob Toretto emerges from the shadows and puts himself on the radar of the Fast Crew, Dom is forced to join the fight and put an end to his brother's mayhem. But Jakob's not alone. Working with him is a younger, quicker, and equally as ruthless young man and the two become a formidable duo. Amidst the chaos and fighting, Letty is forced to confront a secret she'd long buried: the son she abandoned who's back and on the side of the enemy.

I have other fic series in mind but their lengths are unknown thus I can't add them to this poll as I don't want to accidentally do a really long fic without doing the promised Sansa Stark one first. This list includes Alicent Hightower x M!Targaryen!Reader (HOTD), a Artemis Crock x M!Reader (Young Justice), a Rosalie Hale x M!Reader x Emmett Cullen (Twilight), Tommy Shelby x M!Reader (Peaky Blinders), Cassie Howard x M!Reader x Maddy Perez (Euphoria, Double Trouble remake), and Hargreeves x M!Hargreeve!Reader (The Umbrella Academy).

[bumblesimagines]

So now that Under The Moonlight is on hiatus, I've got some other fics brewing for y'all. Like other times, I will give a little description of what the series will be about and you guys get to choose based of which sounds more interesting! I'll also add how much motivation I have for it at the moment.

The Last Of Us - Our Flickering Light

Joel Miller x M!Reader (TW/CW: Violence, zombies, big age gap in a romantic relationship (Y/N is in his late twenties fyi))

Following the adoptive son of Frank and Bill, (Y/N) will set off to help Joel on his mission to get Ellie to the fireflies and find a cure to save the world. Along this journey, (Y/N) will develop a good friendship with Ellie and eventually a romantic relationship with Joel. Depending on how they approach season 2, this fic may be contained to just season 1 and a part or two that take place between seasons.

Motivation is alright for this one

Game of Thrones - The Youngest Hound

Sansa Stark x M!Reader (TW/CW: Typical GoT warnings, violence, the lannisters, etc)

Big surprise, this will follow the youngest Clegane brother and his slowburn romance with Lady Sansa of Winterfell. From frenemies to friends to lovers, these two go through hell and back together and their journey ultimately leads them to the title of Queen and King Consort. So yes this follows all 8 seasons.

Motivation is alright for this one

Daisy Jones and The Six - Money and Glory

Camila Dunne/Alvarez x M!Reader (TW/CW: Infidelity, mentions of addictions)

This follows the technically adoptive son of Teddy Price and his newfound partnership with the rising band. (Y/N) creates turbulent relationships with Billy Dunne and Daisy Jones and ultimately makes the mistake of falling for and messing around with a married woman.

Motivation for this one is so-so

The Walking Dead - The Last Days

Everyone x M!Reader (TW/CW: Zombies, violence, morally grey actions and a steadily declining mental state)

After the dead start to rise, (Y/N) Morales and his family band together with a group of survivors in hopes of making it. Follow (Y/N) as he makes difficult choices and tries to survive as a member of Rick Grimes new family/crew. Relationships and friendships are created and destroyed in this series which will be so long I'll cry about it at some point. Because yes folks. This will follow all 11 seasons.

Motivation for this one is high as I'm finishing up the show