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javierpena-inatacvest · 21 days ago

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Chapter 3- Easier Said Than Done

Summary: Frankie's been by your side through some of the hardest moments in your life. Three years have gone by, and now there's no one you want to see less when you find yourself at your lowest.

Word Count: 4.1K

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (reader has a name/nickname)

Warnings: Angst, yearning, mentions of death, sick parent, descriptions of a panic attack, hospitals, teenage Frankie's back at it again making it impossible for us to hate him!!

A/N: Hello, my name is Madeline and I am unable to stop writing gut wrenching angst and yearning. (Hi, Madeline). Maybe one of these days I'll stop sobbing like an idiot when I write, but I fear that day may not be coming any time soon

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You, Spring of 2006, Age 17

Most people say it’s the smell of hospitals they can’t stand. For you, it’s the noise. The constant chaos of voices, monitors, sirens, carts clattering as they roll across the never ending linoleum floor drives you insane. Even when it’s quiet, it’s still never silent. There’s always an ever present reminder looming in the distance to not get too comfortable. The inevitable fear that something could go wrong, and have you wishing that all you had to listen to was the ambiance of continual pandemonium.

That’s why it’s such a relief when you hear the quiet ping of your cell phone resting on the edge of your chair. It’s enough to drown out everything else for a little while.

Frankie :))))))

Hey where r u?

Game starts soon and I cant find u

Katie and Morgan said they havent seen u either

R u ok?

You

Yeah I’m ok.

Dad passed out and hit his head. Mom wasn’t home so I had to take him to the ER.

Called Coach K in the ambulance to tell her I won’t be there.

It’s times like these that it takes everything in you to remind yourself that missing big events to keep your dad alive is better than going to big events without him being here. But when you’re decked head to toe in your soccer uniform, sitting on the edge of your seat in a crowded emergency room instead of getting ready to start the last game of your senior year, it’s hard not to feel a little bitter about it.

You read back over Frankie’s texts as you wait for his response, doing the quick math in your brain before frantically typing back.

You

Wait, didn’t you have to work tonight? Are you at the field?

Frankie :))))))

Called off work weeks ago

U really think I would miss ur last game? Cmon Kenz

Guess its not a surprise anymore. Surprise! lol

You hope the nurse passing by doesn’t notice the way you’re grinning like an idiot at your phone, biting down on your bottom lip to keep your smile from growing so wide it’ll hurt your cheeks. You re-read the last three texts over and over, your face growing warmer each time. You’re not sure why you’d expect anything less. It still never fails to make you feel like your heart is seconds away from bursting at the seams.

Of course he came.

So lost in your train of thought, you hadn’t seen a fourth text pop up across your screen, only the fifth text of “???” that preceded it.

Frankie :))))))

R u at memorial or westwood hospital?

???

You

Memorial. Why?

Frankie :))))))

Be there in 15

You

Frankie you don’t have to do that

Frankie :))))))

2 L8! Already leaving! See u soon!

The tears welling in your eyes were most definitely ones of relief, joy even, that Frankie cared enough to attempt to make it to a soccer game you weren’t even at, let alone forgo a night’s worth of pay to drive himself to the hospital to see you.

Your momentary excitement comes to a sudden stop as onslaught of bodies rush into your room to examine your dad. You’re quick to realize you’ve once again been caught up in a stampede where you’re nothing but another person in the way. An invisible presences that means nothing to anyone in this room. It makes the once blissful wetness welling in the corners of your eyes start to sting with a vengeance.

But you’ve come very quickly to learn that crying doesn’t help anyone, especially when you’re not the one dying.

You try not to let it hurt when your mom doesn’t even acknowledge the fact you’re sporting the jersey of the team you were supposed to start playing with twenty minutes ago, like you had brought your dad to the hospital in your uniform because that and your cleats were the easiest thing to throw on before you called 911. It’s even harder to try not to scream at the fact she barely pays your presence any mind, not even so much as a ‘thank you’ for getting your dad to the hospital in one piece. What’s the most painful is that you’re positive that she, or anyone else, even notices you’re gone when you slip out the door.

You’re here so often that the hospital staff don’t mind that you pace up and down the rows of the waiting room. Sure, they’ll be sending you a bill for the hole you’re burning through their carpet eventually, but that’s not today’s problem.

Right now, part of the reason for your frantic pacing is to cool off some steam so you don’t say something you’ll regret about your dad’s cancer having the audacity to ruin the most important soccer game of your life to date.

You’re also here so often, the hospital staff know Frankie. So much so, that your favorite receptionist, Cassandra, has more than definitely broken several hospital rules to let Frankie stick around long past visiting hours when you’ve needed it most. That’s why all she has to do is give you that look to break you from your vicious cycle of pacing to let you know when he’s arrived through the sliding glass doors of the front entrance.

Most times, he at least makes it a few steps inside before you notice him. Tonight, he’s barely halfway through the door before you’re wrapping your arms around him in the tightest hug you have to muster. He pulls you in even tighter.

It’s then that the reality of it all starts to set in. Your best friend had to drive to meet you at the hospital because he’s the only one that remembers you have a soccer game tonight. Your dad is in a cyclical pattern of slowly dying that leaves you feeling like a terrible person for even wishing things were different. You’ve spent the past nine of your seventeen years of life only knowing a world that revolves around cancer. For nine years, you’ve never complained that this is the way your life has been. Tonight, you’ve decided that the weight of the world is un-fucking-fair.

Tonight, you’re not the one dying, but crying seems like the only reasonable thing left to do.

You should be embarrassed by how loud your sobs are, how quick the damn breaks once your body finally lets you give into the pain. These are the kind of tears that make your whole body shake, the ones that make your chest hurt because you can’t catch your breath, gasping for air like some poor, lifeless fish, begging to be thrown back to the sea.

Frankie’s seen you cry before, but not like this. You should care about how your tears are staining the fabric of his t-shirt, how he’s the only thing keeping you standing while your body feels like it’s about to give out underneath you. You hadn’t said a word to each other before you’d collapsed in his arms in a sobbing heap, but right now you don’t care. You can’t.

You’re sure words are exchanged at some point as he practically carries you out to his truck, at least giving you the decency to finish crying without unwanted eyes in the waiting room glued to you, but right now, you can’t remember.

You’re not sure how long it takes you to get back to the point of being able to breathe at a semi-normal pace, but something tells you that Frankie will hold you for as long as you need him too, crying or not.

He gently strokes your back, his thumb tracing over the fabric of your jersey as it draws small circles over and over, a sweet and simple dance of his fingers that steadies you just enough to keep from flying away.

“It’s okay, Kenz. It’s okay.” It’s melodic the way Frankie coos it in your ear, like he’s trying to hush a fussy baby fighting sleep. It’ll take time, persistence and patience, but lucky for you, he’s got all three in spades. “I promise you’re okay. I’m here.”

“This fucking sucks.” It’s not elegant or graceful, but it’s the truth, and right now, it’s all your brain can process.

“I know it is, Kenzie. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not fair. I don’t wanna spend the rest of my life worrying that this is the last day I see him. I just want life to be normal. I just wanna go play my stupid fucking soccer game. It’s not fucking fair.” You ball your fists against Frankie’s chest, pounding into him like he’s the one responsible for your hurt and anger. He’s not the one you need to take it out on, but he’s all you have. You hope he knows it’s not his fault he’s become your emotional punching bag as he takes blow after blow, despite how weak your swings are. You’ve got no strength left to fight.

“I know. It’s not fair. It’s not fair, MacKenzie.”

He takes it all until you have nothing left to give. You’ve lost a game no one ever has a chance of winning. Defeat is the unwanted trophy life rewards you with, but Frankie stands at the podium with you. He’ll take the hits if it helps ease the blow.

“Will you be okay if I’m gone for five minutes? Just five, I promise, and then I’ll be right back.” His question catches you off guard, breaking you from your agitated state, nodding your head just enough to give him the permission he needs to race back through the doors of the hospital as you climb into his passenger seat.

His truck gives you the kind of familiarity the hospital doesn’t. It’s hard not to find irony in the fact you feel safer in his piece of junk car where the wheels could give out beneath you at any moment than you do in a building that is built for saving people’s lives. Maybe it’s because his truck is filled with the memories of moments in life that make you feel like things are going to be okay.

With the way Frankie’s breathing as he jumps into the driver’s seat, it’s hard to think he’s not back in less than two minutes, rather than five. He doesn’t say a word to you as he cranks the ignition, only a little prayer under his breath that now’s not a time his engine has chosen to give out on him. He doesn’t let you ask any questions until you’re already on the road.

“Frankie, what’s- Frankie what are you doing?”

He’s got that crazed kind of look in his eyes he gets when he’s hellbent on making something happen. He always likes to say that you’re the stubborn one. It makes you wonder the last time he’s taken a good, hard look at himself in the mirror.

“I’m taking you to your game.”

He says it so matter of factly, like his response to nearly kidnapping you out of the Memorial Hospital parking lot shouldn’t warrant any questions.

“What?! Frankie! I can’t just-”

“The doctor in the room said he’s stable and he probably won’t be conscious for the next few hours anyways. Your mom said it’s fine. I’m not letting you miss out on this. You deserve to get to play, Kenz.”

You’re not sure at that moment if you want to kiss him or slap him across the back of the head. Maybe it’s a little bit of both.

“Frankie, I-”

“I’ll turn around and take you back if you want me to, but I don’t think you want me to turn around.”

God, maybe you do want to kiss him.

“I hate you, Francisco, I hope you know that.”

“I know. It’s okay, you play better when you’re angry, anyways.”

It’s always the little smirk in the corner of his mouth. The one he makes when he knows he’s right. It’s the same smirk he makes when he greets you after you’ve scored two goals to help your team win the last game of your high school career. The same one he gives you when he buys you ice cream to celebrate with two scoops of cookie dough instead of one, because you won’t stop laughing at his stupid joke about your big appetite for winning.

That night, you fall asleep on his couch, too tired to drive back to the hospital, too scared to sleep in your house alone. You’re not sure if you mean to doze off with your head resting against his thigh like some sort of makeshift pillow. It’s easiest just to blame it on the fact you’re too exhausted to get up. But as you close your eyes and drift to sleep, you’re almost sure that the only muscle Frankie dares to move is the one that pulls the line of his lips into that same smirk you’d rather die than live without.

You, Present

You’re shocked your initial response to seeing Frankie Morales for the first time in three years wasn’t immediately slamming your front door in his face and telling him to fuck off.

That’s what your body wanted you to do. For as badly as it did, your some part of your brain wouldn’t let you.

It’s probably the same, stupid part of your brain that won’t let you stop staring at him, either.

He looks good. Way better than you’d like him to. It doesn’t seem fair that he somehow manages to find a way to return home more handsome than when he left. It happens every damn time. You swear he does it on purpose. You don’t know how he could, but that’s what you tell yourself. It makes it easier to hate him.

“I didn’t know you were home.”

It’s probably the worst thing you could have said to break the awkward silence stewing between you, because you both know it’s a dirty lie. But at this point, you’re far past granting Frankie the privilege of being a part of the truth- you’ll give him your version of the truth that you want him to hear. You’re not letting him have the upper hand.

“Yeah. I uh- got home this morning.”

Good to know the best either of you could do was reduce your relationship down to nothing but lying. If that’s the game he wants to play, then so be it.

“Drive was good?”

“Yeah.” Lie. “You?”

“Fine.” Lie.

For as much as you know the lies hurt, it’s the curveball you hit him with next that you hope stings the worst.

“I didn’t think you were gonna come.”

Because that was the truth. The way his face drops tells you the guilt ridden punch you’ve socked him with hits exactly where you want it to. You want the truth to hurt more. You want it to hurt just as bad as the way his truth hurt you.

“Of course I was gonna come.”

It’s a poor attempt at a swing back. He showed up with a knife at your gun fight. He knows well enough you won’t show him any mercy.

“Wouldn’t have been the first time you hadn’t shown up for something important, Frankie.”

“Your dad’s fucking dying MacKenzie, what makes you think I wouldn’t be here?”

“Well, he’s been dying for the past three years so I’m glad you’re deciding to show up when it’s convenient for you.”

That one shuts him up real fucking fast.

His jaw ticks as he takes a deep breath, staring up at the sky like there’s something written in the clouds that will give him instructions on what to say next. There’s not much he could say at this point that would shock you, but Frankie never ceases to be full of surprises, whether you like it or not.

“I’m- fuck- I’m sorry, Kenz. I’m sorry.”

That shuts you up even quicker.

It shuts you up because you know he’s not lying. The truth is buried in the way his voice breaks at the start of your name, the way the “K” trembles off his tongue and shakes in the back of his throat.

Your heart is mangled in your chest, hearing him say the two words you’d never thought you’d get and realizing you can’t accept it.

“Sometimes sorry isn’t enough, Frankie.”

Neither of you are sure what to say. It’s tough to tell if the fight is over because Frankie’s stabbed you to death and you’ve unloaded every last bullet you had, or if you decided to put your weapons down and walk away before any casualties have occurred. While it’s hard to deny it’s the latter of the two options, at least the first one would have been the honorable way to go.

“Honey, is that Frankie at the door? Let him in, MacKenzie, don’t make him stand out there!”

If there’s one thing you can always count on your mom for, it's that she’ll never fail to have impeccable timing, for better or worse.

You don’t intend for the sigh you let out to be as loud as it is, but it certainly makes it clear to Frankie you aren’t happy about obliging to your mom’s request. You expect him to pass you like you don’t exist, entering your house to greet the two of the three family members who still care about him enough to not burn a hole through his chest every time they look at him, but he doesn’t. He waits for your okay, frozen on the porch until the subtle shrug of your shoulders signals you’ve given him the all clear to pass. He wants to know you’ll at least let him through unscathed for now.

You follow behind him as he enters your house, trying to ignore the fact you’re entranced by the dark brown curls that still tickle the nape of his neck as he walks, or how the width of his shoulders nearly stretch from one end of the door frame to the other. You’re starting to regret not letting him follow you in instead.

You nearly bump into him with how quick he is to freeze once he sees the state of your living room. In the past few weeks, it’s made a terrible transformation from the space you once knew to a makeshift hospital room. The hospice workers had crowded your house with beds, oxygen tanks, and a wheelchair your dad refuses to sit in, an endless puzzle of enough supplies to let your father die in his own home, rather than the cold, sterile wasteland of the nearest hospital.

You’d been able to ease yourself into your dad’s decline. You’d watched the months leading up to now as his body became weaker and sicker, reducing down to nothing but bones and deep, dark set eyes. You were a first hand witness to how cancer had greedily sucked every ounce of life he had left in him, taking and taking until he had nothing left to give.

Last time Frankie saw your dad he was in remission. He looked good, healthy, even. That was three years ago. Frankie would have never imagined barely being able to recognize the man that was the closest thing to a real father he’d ever get.

You want to scream at him that it’s his own damn fault he’s this shocked when he comes face to face with the shell of the man your dad used to be. But with the way you can practically see the guilt oozing out of Frankie with every step he takes towards the near lifeless body lying in the misplaced hospital bed in your living room, you can’t help but let your empathy get the best of you.

“Hi Frankie, how are you? It’s so good to see you, honey.”

Even though your mom knows you’re seconds away from wanting to dropkick Frankie off the face of the earth, there are few things she’ll ever let get in the way of her warm and welcoming demeanor.

Frankie’s still borderline speechless as your mom grabs the tray of cookies he’s been awkwardly toting before she embraces him, arms still glued to his sides like he’s too afraid to move. The way she’s got him in the hug gives him no choice but to stare at the unsettling image of your dad over her shoulder, barely strong enough to turn his head to see what all the fuss is about.

“H-hi, Mrs. Anderson. I’m okay. It’s good to see you, too.”

“Is that my Frank the Tank? C’mere, kiddo. I was hopin’ I’d get to see you.”

The past few weeks have made you shed enough tears to last a lifetime. Never once did you expect the thing that would make you cry the hardest out of everything you’d been through was hearing the long lost excitement in your dad’s voice upon Frankie’s return.

It’s childish, the way you storm upstairs and slam your bedroom door behind you without a word, heat seething through your veins at the way your dad was so quick to forgive, welcoming Frankie back into his home like a day hadn’t passed, like he had been there right alongside him every step of the way through his descent. Your blood boils at the fact your father can’t be bothered to remember that Frankie had been nowhere to be found for three fucking years. Not a text, not a call, not even a “Frankie says hi!” through his mother four doors down.

You can deal with the embarrassment of throwing a full blown temper tantrum later, but that’s more tolerable than spending another second in the same room as Frankie.

“Well,” your dad huffs, his face grimaced with sarcasm as he looks back and forth between your mom, Frankie, and the empty presence you’d left behind, “that went well.”

“Sorry about that, she’s um-”

“She’s fine. Just stubborn.” Your dad grumbles, cutting off your mom with the best attempt he can make to raise his arm from the bed and wave her off.

“No, I uh- it’s fine, I just- I should probably get going, don’t wanna take um- take up too much of your time.” Frankie’s heart sinks in the uncomfortable silence, quietly cursing himself for the mess he’s made.

“It’s what, 8 o’clock in the morning? You got a bingo game at the senior center you need to get to, young man?”

“No, I just-”

“Perfect, no is the only word I needed to hear.” Your dad weakly smiles, gently patting the edge of the bed for Frankie to join him.

Your heart winces hearing the heavy footsteps a floor below you from your bedroom, knowing the direction they’re heading is only further into your house and not back out the front door where you’d prefer him to be.

Thank goodness your dad has lost the ability to speak loud enough for you to hear the words that follow the thumps of Frankie’s feet.

“Frankie, I’ve lived a very happy life. There are few things about it I’d change. But you know just as well as me that my daughter is the one who so lovingly inherited my stubbornness. Lucky for me, God knows I’m stubborn enough not to die until you and her figure this out. Unlucky for the both of you, that my time for stubbornness is starting to run thin.”

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sagesolsticewrites · 11 months ago

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religion's in your lips, the altar is my hips

in which Steve takes care of you after a bad day

- including but not limited to: praise kink, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), Steve lowkey being a service dom 👀

(this is. very self-indulgent. very veryyyyyy self-indulgent. you have been warned <3)

a/n: huuuge shoutout to @upsidedownwithsteve's (aka Emmy, Queen of Smutty Sunday <3) most recent smutty Sunday event for giving me inspiration to write my very first smutty fic! Obligatory disclaimer that yes, this is my very first smut fic ever, I am an ✨asexual virgin✨ please manage expectations accordingly, yada yada yada. Also so many hugs to my bestie Kenz @fangirl-imagines for looking this over before I posted it ☺️ Kenzie has some incredible fics, go support her y'all!

Word count: 2870

Warnings: THIS IS SMUT. MINORS BEGONE. 🔞

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

You let yourself into your apartment with a sigh, shoulders relaxing the tiniest bit as you step over the threshold into your home and finally toe off your heels.

Bypassing the darkened kitchen and empty living room, you open the door to your bedroom, where you knew you’d find a shirtless Steve in the middle of his post-work ritual of playing some game on his computer.

He looks up as you enter, face brightening with a smile as he greets you.

“Hey baby, how was—”

In lieu of an answer, you flop face first onto the bed with a groan.

You can hear the smile fade from his voice as he hisses sympathetically, “That bad, huh?”

You lift your chin so it’s propped up on the pillow as you explain your terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

“You know that project that Marie was working on? She asked me for help on it, and I gave her some pointers, but she said she still wasn’t really understanding it so I ended up having to do all of it for her. And she’ll probably take all the credit for it, too.” You grumble, rolling your eyes, “And we had that meeting with our new clients, and my boss basically volun-told me to take notes for it, even though that’s really the liason’s job, and then she criticized me for not taking as detailed notes as Lauren even though that’s literally Lauren’s job! And she was there, she could’ve taken the notes, I don’t even—”

You shake your head in exasperation, shifting topics, “And then I didn’t even have time for lunch because Sara wanted me to help train the interns, and…” You end your rant with a groan, letting your face drop back into the pillow. “‘M just. So tired.”

“Sweetheart…” Steve’s voice turns soft as the pillow underneath your head, and he gets up from his spot at the desk to climb onto the bed, pulling you into his arms.

You curl into him instinctively, your head finding that space in the crook of his neck that feels like it was made for you personally, one hand coming up to toy with the curls at the nape of his neck, tracing patterns along the freckles and moles dotted along his skin.

“What can I do to help, honey?” Your boyfriend asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Jus’ wanna… I dunno, just. Stop.” You mumble against his shoulder, shrugging and curling further into him.

He hums in understanding, grabbing the hand that’s currently drawing invisible hearts around the moles near his collarbone and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“You’ve been doing so much for everyone today,” he murmurs, voice layered with understanding and adoration as he leans in and peppers tiny kisses over your forehead, your nose, your eyelids, and you relax even more as his voice washes over you, “Worked so hard.”

He pulls you closer, scattering kisses all over as you finally release all the tension you’ve been holding, letting out a sigh and shifting in his arms to face him. You don’t realize you’re straddling him until you’re pressed nearly flush against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

His lips brush over every part of your face, down to your neck and then back up as you become putty in his hands, murmuring soft words of praise to you the whole time.

“You just need to stop working now, huh? Need to stop thinking,” His lips draw a path to your ear, where he whispers, “need to let someone else do all the work, huh, baby?”

A shiver runs down your spine, constantly in awe of the power just his voice has over you. His hand settles on your hip, a comforting, grounding weight while his other hand brushes a strand of hair back from your forehead. His lips work their way back down over your cheek, stopping to hover just over yours, mouths brushing together as he murmurs in a voice like silk, “Is that what you want, honey? Want me to take care of you?”

Warm chocolate eyes meet yours, soft, caring, always ensuring he has your consent before he does anything.

At your near-imperceptible nod, he drags his hand up to cup your chin, thumb dragging along your bottom lip.

“Need your words, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” you breathe, and that’s all the confirmation he needs to surge up and capture your lips with his.

As you brace yourself on his shoulders, his hands move to the thin strip of exposed skin where your shirt has ridden up. Your kisses become hungrier, ignoring your need for oxygen in favor of Steve’s plush, kiss-swollen lips, and he slowly drags up the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss briefly to get your permission.

At your eager nod, your shirt is off and tossed to some corner of the room, his mouth eagerly on yours once more.

You can feel exactly how much he’s enjoying this through his sweats, and you instinctively begin to rock in his lap, dragging your increasingly damp core over his.

His hands grip your hips, the familiar feeling sending a thrill through you… but rather than guiding your movements like he normally would, he holds them still.

You pull away, brow furrowed, but before you can voice your confusion, he flips you onto your back, moving to hover over you in one smooth movement.

“I told you,” he murmurs against your lips in a tone that sends a pulse of scorching heat to your core, “I’m doing all the work, sweetheart.”

The whimper you let out is muffled by his lips on yours once more, his wandering hands and hungry kisses making short work of turning you into a moaning, gasping mess.

“Steve,” you whine out his name as his lips travel down to your neck, and you can feel his smile against the hollow of your throat before he returns to licking and sucking dark patches into your skin, the occasional use of his teeth making delicious shivers shoot up your spine.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He mumbles against your skin, trailing his lips along your collarbone. His eyes meet yours, a mischievous twinkle mixed with the searing heat in them turning you molten as he asks, “What do you need?”

Unable to find the words, your hand finds his hair instead — God, that hair — and begins pushing him down towards where you really want him.

“‘M gettin’ there, honey, I promise,” he grins, pausing your efforts to press a kiss to the valley between your breasts, “Lemme take my time and I promise it’ll be worth it, ok?”

He reaches up to toy with the strap of your bra— a simple nude thing you could get away with wearing under a white shirt at work— a questioning look in his eyes answered by a furious nod from you.

He makes short work of the clasp, and that really should not be as hot as it is, but— oh who are you kidding, even his breathing is insanely hot right now.

You throw your head back as he presses kisses all over your chest, mumbling against your skin the whole time about how pretty you are, just gorgeous sweetheart, God, I can’t believe I get to do this for you…

Your head goes deliciously fuzzy with the praise, and you can’t quite form words so all you can do when he takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it for good measure, is let out a keening “Ohhh” and instinctively tighten your grip on his hair.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Steve groans, the noise sending heat racing through your body, and you grin knowing you were the one to elicit it, “You sound fucking incredible.” He murmurs more praise as he turns his attention to your other nipple, giving it just as much attention and eliciting more gasps and moans and whines from you before he continues his journey south.

You lift your head and watch as Steve Harrington fucking beams when he reaches your stomach, your pouch poking out slightly more than you’d like over the waistband of your jeans.

He meets your eyes, his own swimming with sincerity as he begins to scatter kisses over your midsection.

“You”

Kiss

“Are”

Kiss

“Fucking”

Kiss

“Stunning”

Kiss

When it seems like he’s covered every single inch of your exposed skin in kisses, remaining stubbornly focused on your torso when what you really want is for him to be significantly lower, he meets your eyes as he plays with the waistband of your jeans, once again wordlessly asking your permission.

And once again, your furious nodding is all the consent he needs to peel your jeans off and toss them away.

“Sweetheart.” He breathes, wide eyes on where your jeans once were, “Honey. Baby. Are you trying to kill me?” He says in a strangled voice at the sight of your simple lacy panties in a deep, wine-purple color— a color Steve once drunkenly confessed was his favorite, though he told anyone who asked he preferred red.

You bite your lip in an attempt to contain your grin, “I thought you might like those.”

“Like them?” He murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your inner thigh, looking up through lidded eyes to meet your gaze as his own darkens, “I never wanna see you in anything else again.”

Your toes curl, and your breaths become shallow in anticipation as he scatters slow kisses all along your inner thighs, carefully spreading them apart, stopping when he gets to the edge of the purple lace.

He holds your gaze, gauging your reaction as instead of pulling them down over your hips to toss to yet another corner of the room, he simply…

Pulls.

The lace.

To the side.

You barely have time to let out a quiet, shaky, “Oh my God,” at the ravenous look on Steve’s face before his mouth is on you and you forget how to think, you forget how to breathe, you forget everything except Steve.

Let it be known: Steve Harrington knew how to eat a girl out.

He licks a thick, fat stripe up your center, gathering the moisture collected there before darting up to flick at your clit, an action that has you gripping the sheets like a lifeline, a stuttering moan that sounds vaguely like your boyfriend’s name escaping from your lips. His arms hook around your thighs, pulling you close in an attempt to keep your hips grounded, and he continues a few more passes of the same lick, flick pattern until you’re a writhing mess underneath him, his current strategy both too much and not enough.

He pauses just long enough to meet your eyes, pressing a single kiss to your clit that sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine, before diving in.

His tongue finds your entrance with ease, the way his nose pushes through the thatch of wiry hair to nudge at your clit providing extra stimulation as he makes short work of making you fall apart. His tongue swirls through your folds as he lets out a languid moan at your taste.

“So fuckin’ good for me, sweetheart.” He mumbles against your core, “So perfect, lettin’ me take care of you. This is all you needed, huh?” His eyes flick up to meet yours as you shudder and moan underneath him, struggling to keep your eyes on him.

He licks another languid path through your folds, savoring your taste, before continuing, his voice muffled as he licks and sucks at your entrance “Jus’ needed me to give you a break, needed me to tell you it’s okay to turn off your brain and jus’—” Steve punctuates his last words by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently “—be a good girl for me.”

The combination of stimulation to your clit and Steve’s words has your hips arching off the bed, despite your boyfriend’s best efforts to keep you still. You can feel him grin against you and let out a dark chuckle at the moan you let out at his last words in particular, the way your hand tightens and pulls at his hair all the evidence he needs.

Still, he asks you, though he doesn’t quite expect a coherent response.

“Aw, sweetheart. You like it when I call you a good girl? You like bein’ a good girl for me?” He purrs in a voice like syrup, lips still brushing your folds.

“Fuck, I— yes, Stevie,” you whine brokenly, gently gripping his hair in an attempt to bring him closer to where you want him, whimpering softly, “Stevie please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, scattering kisses frustratingly just outside your core, “Jus’ trust me, I gotcha.”

You resist the urge to move, to just grab him and put him where you want him, even as you let out a frustrated whine.

Just as your patience is about to run out, you feel him smirk against you before diving back in, holding your legs apart as he sloppily licks and sucks at your entrance, his tongue diving deep inside you.

You let out a gasping moan as he attacks your core, practically clawing at his hair in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer, your brain going fuzzy and then melting entirely when you hear the endless praise falling from his lips as he eats you out.

“So good for me sweetheart, just perfect— shit, do you have any idea how good you taste?” He groans against you, his thumb coming up to gently circle your clit as his other hand moves to splay flat over your hips, holding you as still as he can, “Could do this all fuckin’ day, god you’re amazing sweetheart—”

Then he clamps his lips around your clit and moans, and you’re fairly certain you’re going to die of pleasure, both your hands flying to grip his hair and yank as your back arches off the bed, your head falling back against the pillows, mouth open to let out a high, keening moan.

When you come back to your body, Steve is back to gently licking through your folds, and your hands claw at him, needing him to be closer.

“Steve,” you whine, “Stevie please, ‘m so close, I jus’— I need— please, baby.”

As your words turn into incoherent moans and pleas, Steve is quick to assure you, thumb returning to playing with your clit as he mumbles against you, “I know, honey, I know what you need and ‘m gonna give it to you, I promise. Been so good for me today, taken such good care of everyone, now it’s your turn, ‘m gonna make you feel so, so fuckin’ good, baby—”

He dives into you once more, thumb rhythmically circling your clit as his tongue hits every spot inside you in a pattern that has you turning to liquid underneath him, your legs hooking together behind his back to keep him right there, and your vision goes white as Steve brings you towards your release.

You let out a cry as you hit your climax, and Steve dutifully guides you through your orgasm, murmuring soft praises the whole time.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs as he pulls away, mouth glistening and pupils dilated wide. Your hand cards through his soft brown waves, chest heaving as you catch your breath. Steve brushes gentle kisses to your inner thigh, your hipbone, your stomach, following a path up to capture your lips with his own, swallowing the contented sigh you let out.

He pulls away, meeting your gaze with a smile as he pecks your nose.

“Feelin’ better?”

You hum contentedly, “Much.” Your thumb comes up to stroke his cheek as you pointedly glance down, “What about you?”

Steve lets out a mock-annoyed groan, forehead coming down to rest on your shoulder.

“Baby, we just went over the whole thing about you not needing to take care of everyone.”

He lifts his head, meeting your gaze, “Seriously, though,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, rolling to lay next to you and pulling you into his chest, “I’m fine. This was about you, and I’m so glad I could help take care of you for once.”

You cup his cheek, turning his face to yours. You hope he can see every sincere, tender thought in your expression as you simply say, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. You know that.” He murmurs in response, lips quirking up into a small smile as he turns to press a quick kiss to your palm.

“So,” he says, fingers stroking through your hair, nudging your eyes closed, “nap time and then appetizer dinner? We’ve got mozzarella sticks and some chicken tenders I can throw in the oven.”

You grin, despite already being half-asleep, “That sounds perfect.”

You can feel his smile as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

“I love you infinity.”

“I love you infinity plus one”

“I love you—”

“Alright, let’s call it a tie, babe.”

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ellabehavior · 1 year ago

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By your side ~ Rafe Cameron ❀

Summary: Your ‘Friends’ are fake jealous bitches, but Rafe will always be there for you when you need it most.

Pairing: Soft Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: bullying, mentions of weight, cheating.

A/N: Requests are open! Also kindve hate this but wtv

angst to soft!

Rafe wraps his arms around you from behind as he observes you finish applying your makeup for the girls' night out you and your friends had planned. First you guys were going to go shopping, and then to the bar.

“Promise me you’ll be safe” Rafe says as he leans his head on your shoulder and breathes your scent in.

“Rafe, why do you always do this everytime I try to hang out with them?” you asked with a roll of your eyes.

“Baby you know I don’t like them, they constantly are always saying snarky things and trying to make you look bad” He states while squeezing you tighter in his arms.

You think for a second and then say, “I think you’re reading too much into it, these girls have been my friends for over a year it’s nothing like that.”

“Just be safe okay?” he whispers.

“Yes Rafey, i’ll be home around 11:30.” You say back after wiggling out of his arms, and putting on your shoes.

You slightly laugh as you remember Rafes ridiculous comments. These have been your best-friends since last year, yeah sometimes they make jokes but it’s never serious.

“Hey girl!” Your friend Kenzie says as you hop in the passenger seat.

“Heyy!” you say with smile

The rest of the 3 girls in the back seem to ignore your presence but you just assume they aren’t in a talking mood.

Later, you all wind up at the fitting rooms after arriving at the mall and are all trying on various items that you all like. You try on this pretty blue summer dress and walk out to show all your friends, “What do ya guys think!” you say with a bright smile

“It makes you look fat” one of them says.

“Yeah it’s just not suiting for your … body yknow what I mean?” another goes on while they all laugh.

You start to look down, not trying to risk trying showing your true feelings while one of them says, “Don’t be such a baby, it’s just a joke”.

And with that you look up, and pretend to laugh.

Afterwards, when you guys are done trying things on, (you never tried anything else on after what happened) You guys went to get smoothies from Tropical smoothie.

“I might break up with my boyfriend I think he’s cheating on me” one of the girls says breaking the silence.

“Girl don’t even act like you don’t be cheating on him too” another said back to her as they both laughed.

“Imagine I broke up with Rafe, I wouldn’t know what to do” You laugh while trying to be included in their conversation.

“We would stop being friends with you, we are only friends with you because he is the most popular boy on the island” Kenzie says as the rest of them laugh.

They see you get quiet and Kenzie says, “Its just a joke are you going to cry the whole time here?” with a roll of her eyes.

“No it’s cool.” you whisper.

After a few more hours at the mall you guys arrive at the bar together, you immediately walk-in and down atleast 3 cups of alcohol to get the prior events out of your head. When the alcohol starts to hit you begin to dance around not giving a care in the world.

You danced for what felt like days, and finally you felt like you were ready to go home. You searched for Kenzie and the girls but you couldn’t find them.

“Excuse me?” You said to a random man that you believed Kenzie was talking to earlier, “Have you seen Kenz?”

“Yea, her and a bunch of girls left about an hour ago, they’re not here no more” he said with a puzzled look.

Fuck. You felt like your whole world was spinning around, they ditched you. You reached for your purse ready to call your boyfriend to pick you up but then you remembered you gave it to Kenzie to hold onto.

Those bitches ditched you and took your phone and purse.

“Can I please use your phone to call someone?” You requested with a puppy dog look.

“Yea.. Sure” The man said as he handed you his phone.

You shakily typed in Rafes phone number and put the phone up to your ear as it rang.

“Hello?” you hear a man say on the other side of the screen.

“Rafey. Please come pick me up. You were right, they left me here and took my phone!” you voice, holding back tears.

“I’ll be right there okay? wait for me.” He utters as you can hear the sound of keys move and a door shut.

And with that, you hang up, give the phone back the kind man and sit on the porch waiting for your boyfriend.

You should’ve listened, Rafe is always right about these kinds of things. Those girls have never done anything but make you feel bad about yourself. Anytime Rafe would be with you while you’re hanging out with them they always made you look dumb in front of him. All the puzzle pieces are finally coming together.

While being lost in your mind you feel a tap on your shoulder. “It’s okay baby, i’m here let’s go home” you hear him say.

“Rafe!” you almost scream, bursting out in tears.

“Shhhh. It’s okay, let’s go” he speaks as he picks you up and carries you into the passenger seat.

The whole car ride was silent, the air filled with your tiny sobs and his hand on your thigh soothing you.

When you arrived home, Rafe carried you in and gently sat you on the bed.

“We don’t have to talk about it today, okay? Whenever you feel ready we can.” He says while taking off your shoes and finding a shirt for you to change into.

“Okay. Don’t want to, just want to sleep.”

“That’s fine, i’ll be by your side the whole night.” He helps you take off your dress and puts his shirt over you to sleep in.

“I love you Rafe Cameron. I hope never loose you.” you say, half asleep.

Rafe lays down and pulls you into him with his head on your shoulder.

“You never ever will. I love you too.”

You fell asleep after that, but all Rafe was thinking about how he was going to get revenge for you, and he knew just who to call.

Topper, Kenzies boyfriend.

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queen-of-reptiles · 10 months ago

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𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴

description: in which kenzie weir and her girlfriend tell some truths on the ferris wheel

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kenzie weir x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: this is a short one! just fluff

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Kenzie's hand was wrapped tight in y/n's, pulling her toward yet another fairground ride, y/n chuckling at the excited footballer who was already paying for the two of them.

"In ya go ladies." The man nodded, letting the two girls climb into the Ferris wheel seat and pushing the bar down to keep them safe. The wheel moved slowly and Kenzie grinned.

"What's got you so excited?" y/n asked her girlfriend who happily wrapped an arm around her so they could cuddle together.

"On a night like this? The view is gonna be beautiful!" Kenzie explains.

"I can think of a prettier view." y/n replies cheekily, pressing a kiss to the reddening cheek of Kenzie.

"You're such a sappy bitch." Kenzie giggled, and y/n huffed pushing her lightly as they moved again, slowly toward the top.

"I try and be all romantic and what do I get?" y/n huffs and Kenzie laughs again.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry! I love you cheesy pick up lines, promise!" Kenzie hums and y/n chuckles again wrapping an arm around Kenzie's shoulders as they move once more, nearly at the top.

"I'm glad you dragged me here Kenz." y/n hums after a moment of silence.

"Really?" Kenzie asks, eyes bright with happiness after remembering her pleading to her girlfriend to come with her.

"Yes, really." y/n promises and Kenzie leans up to peck her girlfriend's lips in thanks just as they move closer to the top. "Wow." y/n gasps the view of Glasgow around her beautiful.

"Yeah." Kenzie sighs, joining y/n in her shock and awe of the beauty around them.

As y/n looked out in wonder, Kenzie couldn't help but take a picture, the innocence in her stance and the view around worth the dry look she was sent by her girlfriend.

After Kenzie taking a few more photos the two seemed to finally be at the top, looking out at the world below, they smiled in wonder and their fingers linked as they took each other's hands.

Looking up at the stars, y/n sighed softly enjoying the comfortable silence which had been casted over her and her girlfriend as they watched.

"I think I'm in love with you." Kenzie whispered quietly, their seat moving away from the top spot and back toward the ground.

"What?" y/n asks, turning to her girlfriend with wide eyes. y/n had been in love with Kenzie pretty much the second they took the step to be girlfriends, but she had never said so.

Kenzie had asked to take it slow, to take tentative steps into their relationship so y/n didn't want to scare her. But she knew she'd been in love with Kenzie the day the girl said yes to being her girlfriend.

"I know I'm in love with you." Kenzie repeated.

y/n looked down as they moved once more, Kenzie looking out at the scenery around as if frightened that if she looked up at y/n she would freak out and take all she had said back.

"I know I love you too Kenz." y/n promises her, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

"Really?" Kenzie asks, looking up with wide shocked eyes as they moved back toward the ground.

"Yeah, I've known since the cricket game." y/n says with a soft smile and Kenzie huffs and hits y/n.

"Why didn't you say?" She whines, y/n chuckling and kissing her cheek as she climbs from the seat and holds her hand out to Kenzie, the girl taking it as they thank the worker and walk away.

"I didn't want you to feel pressured, I wanted you to want to say it." y/n explains, she was maybe a little more clued up about relationships, this still being Kenzie's first true one.

"I was so worried about it." Kenzie whines y/n laughing as she looks at a shooting stall.

"Come on grump." y/n chuckles, dragging Kenzie with her to the stall and paying for three goes.

"What are you..." Kenzie begins before watching in shock as her girlfriend shoots three perfect pellets.

"Jesus!" The stall owner chuckles as y/n puts down the rifle, chuckling at him as he hands her the small teddy bear.

"Thank you." y/n smiles, taking Kenzie's hand and pulling her to a side bench, sitting her down and handing her the bear.

Kenzie had a tendency to over-think things, and while y/n found it endearing, she knew how dangerous it was, Kenzie would go quieter, her voice meeker.

"Hey, look at me superstar. Don't let that brain run off without me, yeah?" y/n asks Kenzie who gulps and nods. "I knew if I said it, you would have spiralled and thought you had to say it back." y/n says to her.

Kenzie grips the teddy, looking down at the fluffy brown bear with a soft smile, she runs her hand over one of the circular ears, before pulling the bear close to her chest and hugging it.

"I wanted you to say it when you were sure, and I would have happily have waited another eight months for you to say it." y/n promised.

Kenzie's eyes blinked away tears which were misting her vision as y/n sat next to her. Kenzie pushed up and pressed their lips tightly together, pouring her thanks into the kiss.

y/n's hand slid up to cup Kenzie's cheek, rubbing her thumb across the soft pink skin which was there, wiping away a stray tear which Kenzie let roll down her face.

They pulled away slightly breathless and lips stinging from the force of Kenzie pushing her lips so tightly to y/n's. y/n smiled softly, pressing a light kiss to Kenzie's head.

"I love you." Kenzie says, pushing her head into y/n's shoulder. "I love you so much." she repeats and y/n smiles into Kenzie's hair.

"I love you too Kenz. So much." She adds and Kenzie smiles into y/n's shoulder. "Back to mine?" y/n asks as she stands up, holding her hand out to Kenzie.

"Yeah, back home." Kenzie nods, a smile growing on y/n's face at the referral to her flat as home, but she doesn't mention it, just holds her girlfriend's hand a little tighter as they walk away from the noisy ground behind them.

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also sorry this one is so short !!! x

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maddie7writes · 1 year ago

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A LITTLE TOO MUCH STYLES CHARM

content : plot around a threesome

summary : harry and y/n walk in on their son, his girlfriend, and someone they’ve never met

elliot styles was every bit the heartthrob his dad was. the oldest and only boy out of his sisters, however they were all happily tucked in and asleep by midnight. his dad and mom were at a friends concert, and shouldn’t be back for another three to four hours.

so he slipped open his window and climbed down his balcony to help his girlfriend of two years, and a girl they met on a family vacation in bali two months ago into the massive estate. unaware of the camera outside every one of the kids balcony’s.

he was a seventeen year old boy, and his girlfriend had even suggested it. she wanted to experience both sides, and elliot was more then willing to give his love whatever she wanted. plus, he wasn’t letting this opportunity go.

everybody had been tested, both girls were on a pill, an nda had been signed, and condoms were on standby.

sooner then later clothes were torn off, and his california king size bed was being utilized.

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“we’re getting old.” y/n sighed as harry carried her heels and she wore his socks into their house, which was oddly quiet. usually when the two went out, elliot would have a group of friends, or his girlfriend kenzie over. or athena would be in the kitchen using the home sound system. or at least a party going on in the backyard. harry and y/n shared a look, both clearly confused.

“are our kids as well?” harry narrowed his eyebrows. faintly- as they walked up the stairs, a chase atlantic played from down the hall along with a blue led light on. “he needs to turn on a light of he’s gonna be on his console.” y/n sighed. “let’s just leave him, i’m tired.” harry really didn’t want to open that door. especially when he heard a soft giggle, followed by a moan.

“are they hooking up?” y/n asked. “probably, but he knows to be safe.” harry said, y/n went to agree before they heard a different name then usual. “fuck angelina.” no doubly there son, and harry immediately dropped y/n’s heels and began to make a beeline for the door. when it swung open y/n immediately yelped when she both kenzie and whoever angelina was making out, with her son in the background.

“who the hell-.” harry began and shut up, both the girls jumped, kenzie grabbed the throw blanket to cover herself, ‘angelina’s’ eyes got really wide. “dad! what the hell!” elliot said, grabbing his boxers and kenzie. “get her- them dressed. and get her out of my house, i’ll call the car for kenzie.” harry’s voice dropped an octave as he directed them and began to shut the door, y/n scoffed and pushed past harry. “is she tested? harry fucking move she probably didn’t sign an nda. this is so disrespectful to kenzie, elliot. i thought i raised you better.” she shook her head.

“it was my idea mrs.styles i’m so sorry-.” kenzie began to apologize, y/n shook her head. “no darling you don’t have to apologize, please just go ahead and clean yourself and get ready okay? do you need a place to sleep tonight?” she asked. kenzie shook her head and y/n went to go talk to her in elliot’s bathroom.

harry shook his head and began to walk away before elliot got his boxers on and went to get his dad. “dad- i got an nda for her and she was tested.”

“was it really kenzie’s idea.” it wasn’t a question, harry’s tone was demanding and practically terrifying. elliot had never heard it before, at least not to him. “yes, she wanted to see what it was like with a girl. i wanted to make her happy and i wasn’t exactly opposed to it.”

“you didn’t pressure her at all into agreeing?” harry’s eyebrow raised. elliot shook his head, “she was nervous to tell me because she didn’t want to pressure me.” he said softly, harry sighed. “does she have a ride?” he asked. “said she she got herself, kenz was gonna spend the night and angelina was going to leave right after.” he explained. harry bit his bottom lip.

“i did this shit to, when i first started out. i wasn’t upset you were doing it, i was upset but mainly worried about how kenzie felt. as long as you’re being safe, then i don’t care about your sex life. but kenzie has to be the priority as long as you to are together.” harry lectured. “i love her, she always comes first. she knows that.” elliot said, like his dad, he loved and loved hard. y/n came out into the hallway with kenzie.

“anaglina must’ve crawled out your window. did she get tested? was there an nda?” kenzie was in pajamas, with a greatful look on her face. “yes and yes. we were being safe.” elliot said, kenzie joined his side and grabbed his hand. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t realize how much has to go into this. and i didn’t mean to cause any problems mr and mrs styles.” she looked between harry and y/n. harry shook his head, “don’t worry about it, we were worried about you.” he said.

“if elliot ever does wrong by you, let us know.” y/n winked with a smirk, kenzie blushed and laughed. “go back to bed, and sleep in it.” harry added the last part. “don’t worry, you all have killed any mood there was.” elliot sighed before guiding kenzie by the small of her back and into his room.

“any chance we have a mood tonight?”

“tired, harry. your son just cock blocked you.”

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jakewebberr9 · 6 days ago

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What the fuck is this?

I thought we were over this now why are y’all still dick riding this man? Like guys.. we know that you love dick just hop off for a couple of seconds. Stop trying to start random shit. It’s getting old. Calling her a slut is fucking crazy when y’all are the ones meat riding.

Also who the fuck brought Kenz into this? I hang out with her and it’s not like she’s cheating? Just because Chris hangs out with some girls doesn’t mean that he’s cheating like guys get a grip and go get a life. Y’all typing on your crusty keyboards rn sending hate is so fucking funny to me. Like girl get off of your ass and go get a job. Like instead of sending hate you should send in a job application.

Y’all are fucking crazy for doing shit like this. Chris is a sweet person and also the person behind the account is so sweet too. Stop it. It’s really getting to her.

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jj-nhlgirly · 1 year ago

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Summer Of Love:- Catching Feelings

18+ Nsfw Content

Jack Hughes x F!Reader

AN:- thank you for sending in requests I am slowly but surely working through them I promise 🤣

TW:- swearing but again what’s new, smut, praise kink, fingering, mentions of oral, riding

(Not my gif, credits to who made it)

Mackenzie looked at Ethan confused, “Sky? What about Sky?” she asked. Ethan sighed, “do you like her?” Jack asked as he sat next to Mackenzie, wrapping an arm around her and kissing the side of her head. “I think so?” Ethan replied, “what do you mean you think so?” Mackenzie asked gently. “Well I’m not sure if I like her or if I like the idea of someone like her.” Ethan replied. “I like being around her, she’s funny, smart, caring, beautiful but it feels weird as I don’t want to overstep any boundaries” Ethan added as he picked at the skin around his thumb.

“Ethan, you certainly wouldn’t be overstepping. Yes, she’s my little sister and we’re protective of each other. I mean can you really blame us for that? I only want the absolute best for her, and I couldn’t think of anyone better for her. I know she’s safe with you, and I know you’ll treat her right. So if you’re looking for my blessing, you already had it” Mackenzie said softly, “tell you what, once we’re all back from worlds, Kenz and I will help you set up a date” Jack promised.

Ethan sighed “yeah ok” before standing, “oh and Ethan” Mackenzie called as he walked away, “yeah?” he replied, “call it sisters intuition but I know she likes you too” Kenzie reassured. Ethan smiled before walking downstairs, “awww he looks exactly like you did” Kenzie cooed, pinching Jack’s cheek. “I did not look like that” Jack huffed, “yes you did, following me around like a little love sick puppy. It was so cute!!” Mackenzie cooed.

Jack shook his head and stood up, “come on, there’s a bed and a movie that awaits us” Jack held his hand out to help her up.

“Just a movie? bummer” Kenzie sighed, “well if you’re a good girl, I might give you more” Jack smirked. “aren’t I always a good girl Jacky?” Kenzie pouted before she was thrown over Jack’s shoulder and heading to his bedroom, Kenzie leaned her hand down to slap his ass, “hey!” Jack laughed, “hmm can’t help it” Kenzie laughed.

Jack kicked the door open, slamming it against the wall, “damn, what did the door ever do to you?” Kenzie laughed. Jack chuckled, before kicking it shut, turning Mackenzie so she could slide down and lean against it.

Jack locked the door before looking at her smiling.

“you’re so beautiful” Jack whispered, Mackenzie felt butterflies swirling around in her stomach. “And you my love, are perfect” Kenzie whispered back, nothing but love filling her brown eyes.

Jack leaned down, placing his pillowy soft lips against hers, before pulling away slowly. “I could kiss you for the rest of my life and never get over the feeling of it” Jack whispered again, before turning and heading for the bed. Mackenzie felt the soft mattress against her back, looking up at Jack, she felt a warmth swell in her chest.

“I love you so much” Mackenzie spoke softly, Jack beamed at her, “I love you so much more” he replied in a heartbeat. Jack leaned down to kiss her again, placing one hand on her cheek, the other used to hold himself up. Mackenzie carded her hand through the brown hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging gently.

Jack slowly licked across her bottom lip, Mackenzie opening her mouth immediately to give him access. Kenzie reached down to tug on Jack's shirt, Jack pulling away to discard it, before returning to her lips, slowly moving across her cheek to her neck.

Mackenzie moaned softly as he sucked a faint hickey into her sweet spot. Jack licked a stripe down the side of her neck, before coming up to whisper in her ear. “You’re my gorgeous girl aren’t you” Jack tugged his teeth on her ear lobe, “mhmm I’m all yours Jacky, always yours” Kenzie breathed back.

Jack began kissing her neck again as Mackenzie reached for his swim shorts, “slow down baby, I gotta return the favour from the other day” Jack whispered. “You still remember that?” Kenzie groaned, “how could I forget angel?” Jack laughed as he sat up, reaching for her shirt, Mackenzie lifted her arms up, throwing the shirt across the room. Jack reached behind her to untie her bikini top before throwing it in the same direction.

Jack sat back to admire the view, “you’re perfect baby, fucking perfect” he praised as he leaned forward sucking a nipple into his mouth. Mackenzie moaned in surprise, “O-oh”. Jack then moved across to give her other nipple the same attention. “Jack” Mackenzie breathed out, causing the boy to pull away, “What do you want, Kenz?” he asked. “You know what I want, baby but you said not yet” Kenzie replied pouting, “you’ll get what you want soon, now be a good girl and tell me what you want” Jack demanded gently. “You, I want anything you give me.” Mackenzie pleaded.

Jack didn’t reply audibly instead opting to respond with his actions, as he kissed his way down her sternum, to her stomach and ending at the waistband of her shorts. Mackenzie wriggled her hips impatiently, as Jack removed her shorts and bikini bottoms.

He began kissing down her thighs and back up the inside going higher and higher before Mackenzie muttered out “n-no” immediately Jack stopped, looking up at her with wide eyes filled with worry and panic. “Jack, Jack it’s ok. I’m fine, I promise” Mackenzie reached for his hand. “I-I’m sorry, what did I do wrong?” Jack apologised.

“Nothing, you did nothing wrong Jack, I-I just—“ Mackenzie stuttered. “It’s ok baby, take your time” Jack half smiled reassuringly, as he climbed off her and layed next to her. “I know I said I wanted anything you gave me but I-I- I just don’t want you to go down on me tonight, I wanna see you, and kiss you” Mackenzie mumbled shyly. Jack felt his heart melt a little, “baby that’s ok. Of course we can do that” he replied, pulling her into a hug.

“Do you want to stop here for tonight?” Jack questioned lovingly, Mackenzie shook her head “no, no I wanna continue, I just wanna see you up here tonight” she smiled. “hmm we can do that, do you wanna pick a movie out? have a little background noise?” Jack suggested. Mackenzie smiled again before opening up netflix and selecting a random film before turning to Jack to kiss him again.

Jack smiled into the kiss before trailing his hand down her side to her hip. It wasn’t long before his hand moved again, pulling her legs apart slowly, before he slipped his hand in between them, “is this ok?” Jack whispered against her lips, Mackenzie nodded before whispering back “yeah.”

Jack began moving his hand up and down her slick folds before brushing over her clit causing Kenzie to gasp. Jack brought his hand back up to brush over it again, “Jack” Kenzie breathed out against his lips. “yeah baby?” He asked, “m-more” she moaned. “more? my girl wants more?” Jack teasingly asked, Mackenzie nodded.

“If my girl wants more, she gets more” He spoke before sliding his middle finger inside her, “o-OH” Kenzie moaned, Jack turned to kiss her head as he lazily slid his finger in and out of her before adding another. “Jack” Mackenzie moaned, “faster” she added.

Jack ignored her request, wanting to keep the pace slower.

“Why rush baby, we’ve got all night” Jack hummed as he slowly curled his fingers up, Mackenzie threw her head back. “oh fuck” she gasped as Jack hit her g-spot, “right there” she moaned. Jack continued at his slow pace as he felt her start to move her hips, “mm you’re so greedy tonight baby” he whispered against her ear, “Jack, please” she begged.

“ok, baby, ok” Jack replied softly, and began moving his fingers faster. “oh— yeah, like that” Mackenzie moaned louder, “yeah? like that?” Jack teased. “mhmm just like that, feels so fucking good baby” Mackenzie moaned, grabbing his free hand. Jack squeezed her hand gently, “I love you” he leaned down to kiss her.

“I love you too” Mackenzie mumbled back against his lips, before clenching around his fingers. “you close baby?” Jack asked before thrusting his fingers faster. “yeah—oh fuck Jack” she moaned as she arched her back.

“Don’t stop— baby please don’t stop” Kenzie begged as she rolled her eyes back, her legs starting to shake, and a warmth taking over her stomach. “mmm J-Jack, gonna cum— I’m gonna cum” she warned as she fell over the edge with a cry of his name.

Jack slowed the pace of his fingers, not wanting to overstimulate her, “J-Jackkk” Kenzie moaned again as he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth and licking her slick off them. Jack groaned causing Mackenzie to open her eyes and look at him, red flushing her cheeks at the sight of him, a warmth igniting in her stomach once more as she climbed to straddle him.

“Can I ride you tonight?” Mackenzie asked in a honey sweet voice, Jack smirked “Can you handle it?” “Can you handle it? Now sit back, pretty boy” Mackenzie smiled as she tugged his shorts down, before pumping him a few times. Jack moaned as he looked up at her, Mackenzie lined up his tip with her entrance. Jack’s eyes widened as he reached to grab her wrist, “wait— w-wait” he spoke in alarm.

Mackenzie furrowed her eyebrows, “what’s wrong baby?” she asked in concern. “you forgot one of—- these” Jack dragged out the ‘of’ as he reached for a condom, “I wanna try without one” Mackenzie whispered.

“Are you sure?” Jack whispered back stroking her cheek, “I’m on the pill, we’re both clean and it’s something I’ve wanted to try for a while now” Mackenzie spoke, looking down at him. “Only if you want to” she added, smiling at him.

“I do, but only if you’re sure” Jack smiled back, Mackenzie nodded before sinking down. Jack closed his eyes, groaning at the feel of her walls pulling his cock in. “Fuck” he groaned, Mackenzie biting her lip as she slowly slid up and down. “Feels so good baby” Jack praised, Mackenzie moaning back before moving faster as she adjusted to him.

Jack moved his hands to grip her hips, helping guide her better, “J-Jackkk” Mackenzie moaned louder as he hit her g-spot, “oh fuck” Jack moaned out as he felt her begin to tighten. “Mmm fuck, you feel so fucking good” she moaned into his neck, “yeah?” Jack moaned, “making you feel good?” he added, thrusting his hips up to meet hers.

“y-yeah, so good” she moans in his ear, Jack rolls his eyes back, “f-fuck I’m so close” he moans loudly. “yeah? you gonna cum for me, pretty boy?” Mackenzie teases, “yeah, yeah gonna cum just for you baby” Jack pants.

“ohhh J-Jack” Mackenzie moaned as Jack moved his hand to rub circles on her clit, “ahh fuck, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it baby” Jack moaned throwing his head back, “i-in me, fill me up baby” Mackenzie moaned as she rolled her eyes back. Jack groaned, thrusting his hips in different patterns moaning Mackenzie’s name as he came.

“mmm I’m gonna cum baby, fuck don’t stop” Mackenzie moaned as she fell off the edge, the warmth in her belly fizzling out as she came, slumping forward into Jack’s chest.

The both of them panting heavily, coming down from their highs, Mackenzie feeling Jacks cum seeping out of her and onto the sheets below them. Mackenzie came down first, pulling away to look at Jack, furrowing her brows as he was still panting.

“Jack, baby are you ok? it wasn’t too much was it?” Mackenzie asked worriedly, “n-no baby, fuck, that was fucking amazing. Why didn’t we do that earlier?” Jack panted back, “I don’t know baby, but let’s not make this an every time thing yeah?” Mackenzie spoke softly as she stroked the sweaty hair at the back of his neck.

Jack furrowed his brows, “did you not enjoy it?” he asked timidly. “are you kidding? baby I fucking loved it, I just want to make it a special occasion kinda thing” Mackenzie explained as Jack relaxed.

Mackenzie slowly sat up so Jack could pull out, before climbing off the bed, leaning down to give Jack a kiss and heading for the bathroom to clean up and use the toilet. As Mackenzie was doing that, Jack began changing the sheets and putting on some shorts. Jack sat back on the bed as Mackenzie appeared, dressing herself in one of Jack’s shirts and climbing into bed with him, snuggling up as a little spoon. The couple kissed, said I love you and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Mackenzie was awoken by the sunlight shining on her pillow. Jack must have forgotten to draw the curtains last night. Squinting, Mackenzie turned to see the TV still on asking if they were still watching. Jack was still fast asleep, soft snores escaping his mouth as he pulled Kenzie closer to him.

Kenzie leaned up pressing kisses to his neck and jaw, sucking softly as she moved her hand to his morning wood.

Jack groaned, furrowing his eyebrows, as he slowly opened his eyes. “Morning pretty boy, after all we did last night and you’re still hard for me hmm” Mackenzie smirked as she moved across to kiss him.

A knock on the door interrupted their moment, Jack groaned before pulling the covers up around his waist.

“Come in” Mackenzie called out, before realising the door was still locked. She climbed out to unlock it, “hey babes” Kaylee greeted, walking into the room. “get ready, we have an appointment at 10:30” Kaylee announced before heading to the closet to steal a shirt. “What appointment?” Kenzie asked, “for our tattoos, I found a great artist” Kaylee replied before leaving.

Jack furrowed his eyebrows, “you’re getting a tattoo?” he asked, confused. “Yeah I’ve been thinking about getting another one for a while. It's half a lion's face, and half flowers” Mackenzie explained, pulling up a picture of the design to show Jack.

“Oh it’s so cool! I like the mane” Jack exclaimed, “do you think it’ll go with my other one” Mackenzie explained, holding the phone against the back of her arm where three butterflies lay inked on it, flying up toward her chest twirling to the front of her arm.

“I think so” Jack hummed as he climbed out of bed, heading to the shower. Mackenzie quickly got changed and headed in behind him to brush her teeth and apply a small amount of makeup. “I love you” Mackenzie blew him a kiss, “I love you too, keep me updated” Jack blew her a kiss back as she left to meet Skylar and Kaylee.

Mackenzie entered the kitchen to greet the girls, “are we ready?” Mackenzie asked as she stood in the doorway. “yep, lead the way sweet cheeks” Kaylee smiled, as Mackenzie slipped on her crocs before heading out to Quinn’s car. Kaylee climbed into the driver's seat, Kenzie in the front passenger and Skylar in the back.

“What tattoo are you getting?” Kenzie asked as Kaylee backed out the driveway, “We are getting matching ones” she replied smiling. “Are we getting you keep me safe, and you keep me wild?” Kenzie smiled, “we are indeed, i’m not sure where to get mine” Kaylee pondered. “I’m getting it on my ribs” Kenzie smiled.

Skylar frowned, “aren’t they still broken?” she asked. “no it’s been 3 weeks they’re healed now, just still a little sore at times” Mackenzie replied.

20 minutes later, the girls were pulling up to the tattoo shop, smiling as they climbed out and headed inside. “Hi, my friend and I have an appointment booked” Kaylee said to the man at the desk. “no problem, what’s the name under the booking?” the man reached for a black notebook, “Kaylee” Kaylee replied.

The man looked through the pages before stopping, “how are we spelling Kaylee?” he asked. “K-a-y-l-e-e” Kaylee spelled out, “ah there you are, my apologies I was looking for an l-e-y” he laughed, the girls smiled at him. “don’t worry, it happens all the time.” Kaylee smiled.

“If you and your friend could both fill out these forms and show me your ID that would be great” He replied as he handed two forms to Kaylee. Kenzie fished for her ID, handing it to the man before grabbing a pen to fill out the paperwork.

“I think an early happy birthday is in order” the man smiled as he handed Kenzie her ID back before looking at Kaylee’s. “Oh and to you as well, it seems” he laughed. “Thank you” Mackenzie replied as she passed the form back to him and headed to the back room, Kaylee following as Skylar sat in the waiting area.

“Hi, I’m Sonia. You’re here for the you keep me tattoos right?” a lady, the girls now knew as Sonia said. “Yes, I’m Kaylee and this is Mackenzie.” Kaylee replied. “awesome, so who is safe and who is wild?” Sonia asked. “I’m having safe” Kenzie replied, “and I’m having wild” Kaylee replied.

“Okay, I drew a couple different sizes and fonts out for you to pick from. Now for Mackenzie because you’re naturally leaning on the smaller side. I’d recommend this size” Sonia pointed, “I think we can just say she’s tiny” Kaylee laughed. Mackenzie agreed to the sizing choice in a cursive font.

Mackenzie slid the shirt up, tucking it into her bra, as Sonia prepared the stencil. “I think it looks better curving round your ribs” Sonia suggested. “Yeah i think the curve is better, maybe a little lower” Mackenzie voiced as she observed in the mirror. “Here?” Sonia asked and Mackenzie nodded.

“Okay, now the ribs are one of the more tender areas to tattoo. So I will start with a small line, just so you can get a feel of what it feels like” Sonia spoke as she prepared her equipment. “Okay sounds good” Kenzie replied as Kaylee sat down next to her, grabbing her hand to hold in support.

As Sonia began tattooing, Kaylee started talking to Kenzie to distract her. “So what’s left to do to prepare for the girls?” she asked. “Erm well we need to make up the air beds, I need to go grocery shopping as we’re running low. Make space in the spare closet for their clothes and help Jack pack” Kenzie summarised her list.

“Maybe I should text the boys to make the beds or at least inflate them for us” Kaylee suggested pulling out her phone. “Yeah, Jack knows how to do it” Kenzie replied.

After tattooing Mackenzie, it was Kaylee’s turn. Kaylee chose the same font but having it slightly longer to fit better across her ribs. The girls chatted to make the time go quicker, as Kaylee was finishing up, Sonia began pulling out stencils for Kenzie’s lion.

Sonia placed the chosen stencil on Kenzie’s arm as she laid down again, Kaylee left to go check on Skylar and bring Kenzie a drink.

“So how long have you two known each other?” Sonia asked to break the silence, “We’ve known each other since we were 3 months old, our moms met at a birthing class' Mackenzie smiled. “Oh wow, so a long time then” Sonia joked.

“Yeah and she still won’t leave” Mackenzie laughed back. “So does this tattoo have any meaning to you?” Sonia asked. “Yeah so the lilies are my boyfriends birth flower and the lion is my favourite animal” Mackenzie replied. “Oh you have a boyfriend?” Sonia asked as she got more ink, “yeah, we’ve been together for nearly 3 years now” Mackenzie smiled. Sonia smiled as she began detailing the flowers.

Shortly after Kaylee’s return, Kenzie was finished. Kenzie stood up and looked into the mirror, “Oh it’s so good! Thank you so much!” she exclaimed happily. After paying and saying their goodbyes, the girls headed back to Quinn’s car, driving back to the lake house.

Pulling up on the driveway, the girls noticed Jack and Trevor sat on the front porch. Mackenzie climbed out “missed me that much huh?” she teased laughing as Jack's head shot up. “Hey baby” he spoke, walking to greet her at the top of the steps. Mackenzie leaning up to kiss him, “mm hey lover boy” she smiled into the kiss.

“Ugh get a room” Skylar rolled her eyes jokingly, “mm ok” Jack said as he threw Kenzie over his shoulder causing her to squeal. “JACK PUT ME DOWN” Mackenzie huffed, “hmmmm no” he replied as he walked into the house. “JACK I SWEAR TO GOD” Mackenzie huffed, “ok, ok” Jack whispered, placing her on the ground in the living room.

“Show us your new tats then babe” Jack smirked, Mackenzie showed the lion first, “aww it’s so cute! Why did you get lilies?” Jack asked with interest. “Well lilies are your birth flower” Mackenzie smiled, “you got them for me?” Jack's smile widened, “yeah of course I did” Mackenzie replied smiling at him, “and then this one” she added as she lifted her shirt.

“hmm you look hot with tattoos” Jack hummed. “Oh is that so?” Mackenzie teased, “mhm” was his reply. “Well too bad it’s movie night” Kenzie hummed as she walked away.

Jack sighed jokingly as he walked into the kitchen to make popcorn. Mackenzie gathering blankets and the Umich boys. They all spread out on the couches and floor, sipping their various drinks.

The girls scrolled through netflix before choosing Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Quinn sighed, “really, again?” he asked. Kaylee giggled, “what’s wrong with Harry Potter?” she questioned. “Nothings wrong with it but we’ve watched this one 4 times already, choose another one” Quinn laughed. Skylar sighed, choosing the goblet of fire instead. “Better?” she asked before cuddling into Ethan’s side.

Quinn sighed, shaking his head, “hey if we have to watch fast and furious, you can watch harry potter” Kaylee sassed. Mackenzie smirked before mouthing mom to Jack who laughed as he walked back into the room. Mackenzie opened her arms making grabby hands at him as he walked towards her. “Trev, where's my cuddle?” Kaylee pouted as she plopped down next to him, “Erm you didn’t ask?” Trevor replied, opening his arms as Quinn pressed play. “Baby?” Mackenzie whispered as she snuggled into Jack's neck, “yeah?” he replied.

“Did you inflate the air beds for us?” Mackenzie mumbled, “Yeah Lukey helped, Quinn made them up for you” Jack mumbled as he kissed her head. “Thank you, I’m gonna miss you so much when you’re gone” Mackenzie sighed, feeling herself tear up, “I’m gonna miss you too baby, but it’s only 6 days and then you’ll be back in my arms hmm? and i’ll give you all the cuddles you want” Jack reassured her, “Promise?” Mackenzie looked up at him with puppy dog eyes as she lifted her pinky, “I promise” Jack spoke lovingly as he linked his pinky with hers, before they turned to watch the movie.

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equallyshaw · 2 years ago

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I do’s. feat. q hughes insta edit.

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Quinn is supposed to be like 30 here, fyi :) some random chaos lol

* they’ve known each other since they were both 15

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@missyhughes: little missy would be shocked to known that after 13 years of not speaking to one another, we’d be reunited and married🥹🤍

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@elblue6: an absolute dream!! So grateful to have had you in our lives for over a decade, so glad the stars aligned for you two 🫶🏻

↳ @missyhughes: I love you so so much mama hughes !

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↳ @missyhughes: 😌😌

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↳ @missyhughes: thanks dad :)

@quinnhughes_: the second pic 😇

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@quinnhughes_: so thankful to call you my wife 😌

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@missysbestfriend: maid of honor duties have officially ended I’m so sad

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↳ @missyhughes: Thankyou for everything kenz!!

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beautifuldisaster88 · 9 months ago

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Forever by my side -Part 2

It had been six months since the brutal death of McKenzie Routledge, and five months since Ward's. A week after Rafe killed Ward, his body washed up in the marsh, a repeat of McKenzie's death and the discovery of her body. After a long investigation, Kildare County Sheriff's department finally pieced together the clues, or so they thought. They were right about one thing, Ward Cameron was the one who killed the young girl. However, they were wrong about Ward's death. They ruled Ward's death as a suicide, claiming that the guilt of killing the Routledge girl was too much to handle.

Nobody had heard from Rafe in six months, the Cameron boy going completely off grid. The Pogues grew suspicious, piecing together both Kenzie and Ward's death. JJ was under the impression that Rafe had snapped and killed both his girlfriend and his dad, which was half true. John B was a mess, staying drunk 24/7, going off the rails, snapping at everyone. He couldn't live with the fact that his baby sister was gone. Yeah, they were twins but Kenzie was five minutes younger and in John B's eyes would always be his baby sister. Sarah was taking it hard as well, losing her best friend and father in a matter of weeks, and her older brother packing his and Kenzie's things for some odd reason, and disappearing. The Outer Banks would never be the same.

"Nah, I'm telling ya guys, Rafe is behind it all. It's not a coincidence that after both Kenz and Ward were killed, that piece of shit split! He's a fucking psychopath and that's why I never wanted Kenz with him! Now look what happened! John B lost his sister. I lost my best friend, the one person I could tell anything to! Sarah and Kie lost their best friend, and Sarah lost her dad. Pope lost his sister from another mister, as he used to call Kenz. That motherfucker is just gonna get away with killing the world's sweetest and most caring girl. Nah, I don't think so. I'mma find his ass, no matter what it takes." JJ said, pacing back and forth as he hit his juul.

Sarah sighed sadly, looking up at the blonde from where she sat next to John B.

"Look, I know that Rafe is psycho, but I'm telling you, he'd never hurt Kenzie. He loved her more than anything. Hell, he rarely even raised his voice at her. Kenzie was the one person who saved my brother, and without her who knows what kind of fucked up shit he's found himself in. I believe what Shoupe said, I think my dad was behind her murder, but I don't believe that Ward killed himself. In fact, I think Rafe found out the truth and he killed our dad. I think Kenzie knew more than Ward wanted her to, so he killed her. That's my theory."

Little did Sarah know, she hit it right on the nose. After all, she knew her dad and brother better than anyone, except maybe Kenzie. Sarah knew that both of the Cameron men had issues and that they both had blood on their hands.

John B remained silent the whole time, slamming down beer after beer. Since his sister's death, he hardly spoke and even though he was always with the Pogues, he wasn't actually there. His mind was always elsewhere. Kenzie was all he had left, and losing her left him empty and cold. The once bright and smiley teenage boy was nothing but an empty shell. If it weren't for the Pogues, he would have ended it all and been reunited with his sister and dad, but he couldn't be that selfish, even if the pain was unbearable.

"We need to find Rafe." Was the only thing the Routledge boy said, not making eye contact with any of them.

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Rafe had purchased the newest model of the most expensive yacht, for him and Kenzie to travel, as well as live for a bit. Knowing that he was wanted for questioning, he had to keep them both off the grid, even though in reality it was just Rafe.

These last few months with his Kenzie had been perfect. Just the two of them on the yacht, traveling the world, with no distractions or interruptions. The Cameron boy had never been so happy and at peace, clearly oblivious to the fact that Kenzie was just a hallucination. Even his violent tendencies had calmed down, even though he was still doing coke.

"Rafey, come cuddle under the sun with me. Feel so empty without your arms wrapped around me."

Kenzie's angelic voice rang in Rafe's ears, causing him to look up at the spot where the love of his life was currently basking in the sun. His eyes traveled over her bikini clad body, reminding him just how lucky he was. He quickly made his way over to where she was laying, sitting down beside her, as he wrapped his strong arms around her small frame and brought her against his toned and bare chest, placing kisses along her neck.

"Just say the word, and I'll never unwrap my arms from around you, bunny. This is where you belong, here with me, wrapped safely in my arms where no one can hurt you."

"Baby, did you forget? Ward already killed me, remember? None of this is real. I need you to remember, Rafe. Remember for me. This isn't healthy."

Rafe shot up in bed, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as he trembled. What kind of sick nightmare was that? His Kenzie wasn't dead. In fact, she was sleeping peacefully beside him. This wasn't the first time he'd had a nightmare like that. The nightmares started about a month ago, and Rafe didn't know why. He was too far gone to realize that it was Kenzie trying to tell him that he needed to let her go, to move on. She was dead and was never coming back.

"Another bad dream, baby?" The sound of Kenzie's sleepy voice coming from beside him made Rafe snap out of it.

She crawled on top of him, laying her naked body against his, as she kissed his neck, his big strong arms engulfed around her small frame.

"Yeah, just like the others. I'm holding you in my arms and you say the same thing you always do... That you're dead, that Ward killed you and that I need to remember. I-I don't understand why I keep having the same reoccurring nightmare."

"They're just bad dreams. I'm here, Rafey. If I was really dead, you wouldn't be holding me in your arms right now and we wouldn't be travelling the world. You killed Ward before he could hurt me. You saved me, Rafey."

Rafe truly believed that he was actually holding his Kenzie in his arms, talking to her, feeling her lips on his neck. She was real, she had to be. At least he was convinced she was.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know, bunny. I'd never let anyone hurt you, not even Ward. That's why we had to kill him, cause h-he wanted to hurt you and I-I would never let anyone hurt you. I love you, soon-to-be Mrs. Cameron. As soon as this shit blows over with Ward's death, 'm gonna officially make you my wife, certificate and all."

Rafe grinned from ear to ear as the sweet sounds of Kenzie's giggles filled the air, music to his ears.

"Don't need a piece of paper, Rafey. 'm already your wife. That's why you gave me this gorgeous diamond ring. I don't need a fancy wedding with friends and family. Just need you, Rafey. All I've ever needed is you. Not John B, not the Pogues. Only you, baby."

If Rafe wasn't isolated alone on the massive yacht, people would think the young man was completely out of his mind, which he was. They would have seen him talking and laughing, kissing, holding and fucking nothing. Kenzie wasn't there, Rafe was just imagining her, but the heartbreaking truth was he actually believed that she was real. Any sane person would quickly realize that the Cameron boy needed serious psychological help.

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JJ came bursting through the front door of the chateau, talking a mile a minute as he paced around the living room, hitting his special THC juul that his cousin made for him.

"He was spotted. Rafe was fucking seen on a yacht near the Bahamas. We gotta get to the Bahamas man. That asshole took the best thing in our life and I'm not letting him get away with it."

John B sighed, downing whatever number of beer he was on. The brunette looked awful, his hair was unbrushed, he had dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Kenzie.

"As much as I want revenge, going after Rafe won't bring Kenzie back. My sister is fucking dead, JJ. She's gone! I think Sarah was right, Ward killed my sister because she knew too much and that asshole wanted to save his own ass, so he murdered my sister. I hate Rafe as much as you do, man, but Sarah was right... Rafe never mistreated Kenzie... She was happy with him. I hate the guy, but I believe that he killed Ward to avenge her death. He loves Kenz as much as we do. He lost her too."

JJ looked at his best friend, completely dumbfounded.

"Are you seriously defending that psycho right now? I don't give a shit if he loved her, he's a violent psychopath. Look man, I never said anything because one that's your sister and two she was with that psycho, but I loved her man... I still do and probably always will. It killed me to see her with Rafe, but as her best friend I did my best to support her, even if I hate her boyfriend. Ward and Rafe took away the only girl that I have ever loved. She comes to me in my dreams, man... Every night I dream of an angel and that angel is Kenzie. Even if Ward did kill her, the bottom line is she wouldn't have been in that fucking mess if it weren't for Rafe. He got her involved in all the Cameron bullshit, when she should have never been involved! The shit that she saw, that she had to do, my... Our Kenzie would have never done that shit if Rafe didn't brainwash her! He needs to pay for what he did. If you don't want any part of it, then I'll fucking find him myself."

JJ had tears streaming down his face as he spoke, his voice cracking every now and then. His heart was shattered, and on the outside he might seem like he was holding it all together, but the truth was he was broken. Every day he would go to his and Sky's spot, and talk to her, even though she wasn't there, the blonde hoped that his Kenzie could hear him, especially when he confessed his love for her, hating himself for never saying anything while she was still alive. How could anyone hurt her? Kenzie was loved by everyone on the island, not having a single enemy. She kept everyone's secrets, never telling a soul, she would have never ratted on Ward, that's not who she was.

John B sat up, dropping the empty beer can on the floor with the rest of them. Like his best friend, he always had tears streaming down his face. The brunette stood up, slightly swaying from all the alcohol.

"You were in love with my sister and I'm just finding this out? Her life could have been different if she was with you... I'd still have my sister. You're right though, Rafe needs to pay for his actions. He corrupted my sister, brought her into his fucked up situations, made her a part of everything him and Ward did. Kenz didn't ask for that life, she just fell in love with the wrong guy. I tried to warn her, begged her not to be with him, but when she told me that she was in love with him, I couldn't stand in the way... I should have saved her, forced her to never see Rafe again... I failed her, JJ... I failed my baby sister and it's my fault she's dead!"

"You didn't fail her, JB. You were the best brother she could ever have and you were always there for her, supporting her in every way. Don't ever say it's your fault that she's gone. The only people to blame are Rafe and Ward, and since Ward is dead, all the blame now goes to Rafe. We're gonna avenge her death man, that's a promise. I promised Kenz that I wouldn't give up on finding Rafe... That I would make that fucker pay, and I plan on keeping that promise. So, are you in or out?"

John B clenched his jaw, thinking about all the shit that Rafe had dragged his sister into. He might not be able to get his hands on Ward, due to him being dead, but he could still go after Rafe.

"Sarah isn't going to like this, but I'm in. Let's go hunt that asshole down and make him pay for being the reason that I lost my sister."

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not---meat · 4 months ago

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Paradise: Chapter 13: In And Out Of Your Mind

Pairing: Javier Peña x McKenzie Martel

Rating: A - Adult

Warnings: Angst, domestic violence, domestic abuse, fluff, mental health (mentioned)

Summary: McKenzie wakes up in Javiers bed.

Note: I apologize in advance for any historical inaccuracies. We are in the mid to late 90's now woooo. Officially after the events of season 3 of Narcos! -- I'm so incredibly sorry that this took me so long to get out!

MASTERLIST --- PARADISE MASTERLIST

Sunlight seeped through the cracks in the blinds, lighting up the bedroom that Kenzi was far too familiar with. The shadows on the walls were comforting, bringing her into a sense of home. Kenzi could hear the sounds of dishes clinking from the kitchen. More likely than not Chucho getting ready for the day. A light chatter bounced off of the walls, conversation that Kenzi couldn’t quite make out but surrounded her with warmth. It brought her back to her childhood and launched her into a sense of nostalgia that calmed the very essence of her being.

Rather than getting up right away, McKenzie let the comfort of being back in one of her childhood homes lull her. She curled up underneath Javiers covers, breathing in the lingering scent of his cologne. There was still that gnawing pain in the pit of her heart when she thought of him. The years had been cruel but… they weren't children anymore. Kenzie knew that this grudge that she was holding against him was childish and pointless, that they both just needed to grow up and either move on from each other or move on with each other.

Something had to give.

The bedroom door creaked as Javier crept into the room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted into McKenzies nose and she slowly peered out from behind the covers. She saw the pain in Javiers eyes the moment that he caught her glance. The pain hadn't hit her until she saw him. Throbbing and pulsating around her eye… it was heart wrenching for Kenzie to admit to herself that she had grown used to that sensation. The pain.

"Did you sleep well?" Javier asked quietly, cautiously moving toward her as if she were a frightened animal. He didn't want to hurt her and she knew that. She knew that was the reason he was being so hesitant.

McKenzie nodded her head, slowly sitting up. The blanket pooled around her waist as it slid down her body. "Fine." She replied, her voice a hoarse whisper thanks to not only the events of the night before and the sleep that still flowed through her.

Javier carefully sat on the edge of the bed next to her and passed her the coffee cup, taking on the burden of holding onto the scorching hot ceramic so that she could grab onto the handle. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Thanks." She replied, still whispering. Kenzie took a small sip of her coffee and let out a soft sigh, eyes once again flipping up to meet the gaze that had never left her face. "Is it bad?"

"It's not great but… I think you'll be okay. You don't feel woozy, do you?" Javier asked, absentmindedly reaching out. He stopped himself, hand hanging in the air for a moment before falling back down to rest in his lap. All McKenzie could do was watch his movements and wish that he had committed.

Instead of speaking her thoughts out loud, however, she let her gaze move to the coffee cup as she took another sip. The warm liquid burned in the most pleasant ways. Grounding her as his presence sent her soaring. His concern made bubbles of longing to swim throughout her. As much as she loved Haile… There would always be that bit of her that loved Javier.

"You can touch me, you know." She whispered after a few moments of silence between them, wanting to reassure him that she wasn't going anywhere.

Javier nodded slowly, shifting closer to her, making her grasp onto her coffee cup a little firmer so it didn't spill when she bed shifted under his weight. "I don't want to hurt you, Kenz. I don't want to do anything you don't want to do."

"And what if I told you that I wanted you to do it?" She whispered, eyes flicking up from her coffee once again. She shifted, setting the mug down onto the nightstand beside her. "What if I asked you to?"

"That's… Kenz…" Javier breathed, shaking his head. "I'm not going to be that person for you."

His words made her pause, eyebrows pinched together in a mixture of confusion and frustration. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm not going to be the person that you fall into because you're hurting, Kenzie. That's not who I want to be for you. I'll be your friend but… I'm not going to be the man that you use to break the bond between you and… her."

McKenzie nodded slowly, turning her head and looking at the wall behind him. She willed herself to stay calm, to read between the lines and force herself to understand what he was saying. He didn't want to be a rebound. He didn't want it to mean nothing.

"Kenzie, baby, look at me." Javier sighed, reaching out to rest a gentle knuckle to her chin and guide her head to face him again. "I am not going to be a fling for you. I'm not going to be a one night or one week or one month. I'm in this. You're it for me, Kenz, and you aren't ready for that. That's fine. I'll wait as long as you need me to."

The all too familiar sensation of tears pricked at her eyes, a lump formed in her throat as she stared up at him. Kenzie took in every word he said, absorbing it like a sponge. This was what she had always wanted and yet now that she had it she couldn't force away the slivers of fear that grappled her. Ice cold shots of doubt shot through her veins and although he sounded genuine, McKenzie couldn't help but worry that he was just speaking pretty words. After all he had promised not to leave her before and he did.

She couldn't speak, couldn't even fully meet his eyes as she blinked away the emotions that overwhelmed her. She tried to tell herself that they were just sweet nothings, that he was just trying to make her feel better. However the way his hand slowly dropped to rest on her knee told a different story. The way his thumb slowly traced along her covered skin in an act of soothing pulled at her heart and sent a whole new wave of emotion through her.

There was no doubt that McKenzie loved Javier and that Javier loved McKenzie. But could they really move forward after all that they had been through?

"I love you, Javier." McKenzie whispered, slowly looking up at him. Eyes met eyes. Those deep brown eyes that were always so full of emotion, so intense at times and yet whenever they met hers they were softened. As if just her glance alone could disarm him completely.

"I know." He replied, his voice equally as soft. "I love you too, McKenzie." He moved closer, reaching out to take her fiddling hands into his and hold them in between them. "And I will continue to love you, Kenz. I will… but you need help, baby. You need help that… I can't give you." Javier let go of one of her hands to brush tnagled curls from her face. He hooked them behind her ear and rested his palm against her cheek. "I'm here for you every step of the way but I can't give you the help you need and I can't force you to get that help."

Tears once again filled her eyes as she stared up at him, listening to him. She knew he was right yet she hated every second of it. "Javi…"

"No. Babygirl… Listen to me. Please? Just…" Javier sighed and hung his head, shaking it gently. "I'm too fucked up to be able to give you what you need. I can't help you the way you need to be helped, Kenz. Fuck I… I'm going to be here but I know that there is something dark and twisty going on in there and I need you to be okay. You hear me? I need you to be okay because I can't lose you again." Javier lifted his head, eyes meeting hers once again. "I will not lose you again, McKenzie."

Kenzie shifted, holding his hand against her face, gently stroking her thumb against his knuckles. "You won't. Cradle to Grave, Javier. You're stuck with me until the end of time and even then some."

NEXT CHAPTER

#fanfic #fanfiction #pedro pascal #original character #narcos fanfiction #pedro is daddy #narcos #pedro pascal character fanfic #paradise #javier pena x oc #javier peña #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos

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slut-taylorsversionnn · 9 months ago

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summary: part 1 of tom blyth x med student (idk how many parts this will be so just enjoy!) also this is taking place pretty much modern day when tom is filming part 2 of season 2 of billy the kid.

mackenzie blaire was my best friend and roommate. we met our sophomore year at nyu when her boyfriend had broken up with her OVER TEXT and i found her in the bathroom at a bar sobbing her eyes out. i was at the time getting over a very toxic situation ship so we immediately hit it off and have been roommates and best friends ever since. she was currently pursuing her acting career while i was in my 4th year of med school. mackenzie had starred in billy the kid alongside tom blyth and ever since then let’s just say i had developed a crush on him. me and mackenzie had gone to see the ballad of songbirds and snakes in theaters together and let’s just say my crush had gotten ten times worse. so tonight was the people’s choice awards and tom and mackenzie were both nominated for season 2 of billy the kid. and of course mackenzie picked me to be her plus one!

“i am soo nervous.” i said pouring mackenzie and myself a cup of coffee.

“you will be fine and tom will be obsessed with you by the end of the night, trust me!” she said.

“but kenz you are the outgoing and bold one, me not so much. this is why you’re the actress and i’m still in college.” i sighed, med school was super interesting and everything i thought it would be but sometimes seeing how successful kenzie was kinda made me jealous.

“ok first of all, you are like the smartest person i know. and you are so funny so please don’t get yourself down. you are so positive about everyone else, it’s time for you to be happy for yourself!” kenzie always knew what to say.

“you’re so right. i am just going to enjoy myself and we are going to have the best time regardless that i might get rejected by the single hottest guy on the planet, tom blyth.” i laughed.

i was enjoying my coffee and reading my book when my phone buzzed. i picked it up to see that tom blyth started following me on instagram. i sprinted into mackenzie’s room.

“TOM JUST FOLLOWED ME ON INSTAGRAM!” i pretty much shouted at her.

“oh my gosh y/n! this is huge!! i have been texting him on and off today and i told him you were quite the catch soo….”

“what exactly did you say???” i love how she just casually brought up that she was texting tom blyth like what.

“just how charming and sweet and funny you are. i guess that made him want to go check out your insta and he must’ve liked what he saw.” she said eyebrows wiggling.

“now i literally cannot wait to get to see him tonight! this is actually insane am i dreaming right now??”

she laughed, “i’m so happy for you! looks like its time to get ready, tom won’t know what hit him when you get onto that red carpet!”

we walked into our shared bathroom. it was perfect to get ready because of the huge double sink vanity.

“kenz you have no idea how excited i am! the nerves are like completely gone and i just can’t believe i actually get to come with you!”

“yay, y/n i am so happy you get to come too. like who else would i want to party it up with on a red carpet?” she laughed and we started putting on our makeup. i loved getting all glammed up and mackenzie curled my hair. i finally put on my yellow floor length dress that was absolutely stunning. it hugged my body perfectly and had a slit that came up the side. i then slipped on my gold heels and stepped out to see mackenzie in her gorgeous coral dress.

“omg y/n you are STUNNING! tom isn’t going to be able to take his eyes off of you!!” mackenzie exclaimed.

“mackenzie you literally look like a disney princess right now, that dress was made for you!!” we definitely picked out our dresses to match each other and man we were going to kill it on the red carpet.

we stepped out of our car and i was immediately overwhelmed by the flashing of cameras and the amount of people at this event. i felt like a celebrity myself with all the pictures being taken of me and mackenzie. all of a sudden i heard someone saying mackenzie’s name. i turned around and bam there was tom blyth.

“tom!! it is so great to see you!” kenzie said leaning in for a hug. oh my goodness he looked even better in person if that was even possible. THE tom blyth was hugging my best friend. like obviously they had acted together in billy the kid and every time i watched it that felt insane to me but seeing this in person was crazy.

“mackenzie! it is so so good to see you darling.” tom said in his accent which was the hottest thing ever. then those blue eyes found their way to mine. “you must be y/n! kenzie won’t shut up about how awesome you are, it is such an honor to meet you in person.” he said. my shocked face was blocked from his view as he pulled me into a hug. oh my gosh i am hugging tom blyth right now at the people’s choice awards. he said it was an honor to meet me. is my life even real right now?? my mind was spinning.

“it is such an honor to meet you! you were so amazing in billy the kid and the hunger games, i’m glad people are understanding the tom blyth hype now.” i gushed, im sorry but i was completely fan girling like how could i not??

“oh the tom blyth hype? are you a supporter?” he questioned, was he flirting? was i flirting with tom blyth?

“i guess you could say that.” i blushed. now keep in mind somehow during this conversation kenzie had abandoned me so it was just me and tom on the red carpet which i guess i should thank her for but i was also very flustered.

“do you ever get used to these cameras?” i questioned tom as the cameras flashed at us.

“not really, but it’s easier to get through when you have company.” he winked. that sent butterflies erupting in my stomach. so what exactly had mackenzie said about me that made tom so flirty tonight??

“may i?” he asked wondering if he could slip his arm around my waist to pose for some more pictures. i just nodded and giggled. he laughed and snaked his arm around my waist.

“that dress is gorgeous on you, i can’t believe this is your first red carpet. you are such a natural at this.” tom whispered into my ear. feeling his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.

“i think it’s because you are doing all the work. i’m just standing here and looking pretty.” i shrugged making him laugh.

as we neared the end of the carpet there were stairs we had to climb down. and tom being the gentleman that he was, went down quickly so he could hold my hand and help me down the stairs. the lyrics from slut! by taylor swift started playing in my head ‘in a world of boys he’s a gentleman.’ we made our way inside and there were so many tables i had no where to go and i froze. tom smiled and placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to our table. gosh he was hot, funny, and so sweet.

“y/n! you made it. i see you and tom had a fun time on the carpet.” kenzie said as me and tom sat down. my seat was perfect - i was in between tom and mackenzie. other actors that worked on billy the kid were also seated at our table such as daniel webber and josh cruddas.

“y/n is quite the natural on the carpet. she was cracking jokes and that was the fastest the red carpet has ever gone for me, i think she needs to come to all of my events.” tom gushed.

“i wouldn’t mind. getting all glammed up is pretty fun and you were the one cracking all the jokes. i feel like i just stood there laughing the whole time.” i smiled. how were me and tom acting like old friends already, we just met? the chemistry was wild.

the lights started to dim signaling the show was about to begin. they were announcing action movie of the year and the ballad of songbirds and snakes won!! i shot out of my seat to congratulate tom. since he was right next to me i got to hug him first hehe.

“congratulations tom!!” i cheered as he hugged me. he smiled and went to hug kenzie and then he went up on stage with the rest of the hunger games cast. rachel zegler started her speech saying how thankful she was for the wonderful cast and the amazing fans. then tom said how this was such a wonderful opportunity and he was so thankful for the franchise and everyone showing so much support. i clapped and got a little teary eyes at their speeches.

tom returned to his seat and the rest of the table said their congratulations. the show continued and rachel zegler won the action movie star of the year. taylor swift won lots of course, loved her so much.

then billy the kid won an award and the whole table stood up except me and made their way to the stage. mackenzie and tom said a few words of thanks and i was so proud!

after the show we headed to the after party and me and kenzie headed over to the bar.

“what could you have possibly said to tom?” i questioned her, “he’s been all over me tonight!”

“i don’t know, he must just be in love with you, i mean who wouldn’t.” she replied. “now let’s party it up! i heard there was gonna be some karaoke too.”

i was sipping on my drink and mackenzie had wondered off to talk to some other friends of hers and i was content to people watch. that’s when tom walked up to the bar and asked for some whiskey.

he smiled at me and asked, “how is your first red carpet after party going?”

“well i heard there was going to be some karaoke so i figured some alcohol in my system would give me the confidence to go up there. i love karaoke but im just some random med student at the people’s choice awards.”

“would it help if we were to do a duet?” tom offered eyebrows raised.

“that would be so fun! what song are you thinking?” i was grinning so much right now.

“i’m up for anything, the point of karaoke is to not know the words anyway.”

“umm definitely not the point of karaoke but we’re just going to ignore that flaw of yours.”

“flaw of mine?? i feel personally attacked on that one l/n.” he said.

i rolled my eyes and held back a giggle, “ooh! i have a song idea, but no making fun of me blyth. why don’t we we do what makes you beautiful by one direction! that would be a great duet and the crowd would love it.”

“you would be a one direction fan.” tom chuckled.

“i told you no making fun of me. and you are so a fan too, i can just tell.”

“fine you caught me. i love listening to one direction.” tom says.

i grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the sign up sheet. kenzie came up to us, “you got tom to sign up for karaoke??” she exclaimed.

“oh yeah! we’re doing a one direction song, it’s gonna be great!” i replied.

“be ready to be blown away.” tom said laughing.

before i knew it, it was time to go up and sing our duet. “you ready for this, darling?” tom asked helping me up on stage.

“oh i was born ready tom.” i giggled.

the song starts and i start singing:

You're insecure, don't know what for

You're turnin' heads when you walk through the door

Don't need makeup to cover up

Bein' the way that you are is enough

then tom starts singing and i forget about everyone watching

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

then we sing together and i walk closer towards him

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

tom sings looking at me the whole time

So c-come on, you got it wrong

To prove I'm right, I put it in a song

I don't know why you're being shy

And turn away when I look into your eyes

then i sing back to him

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

then we both sing dancing around the stage

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na

Na, na-na-na, na-na

Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na

Na, na-na-na, na-na

i sing and turn towards everyone watching and blush when i feel tom’s eyes on me

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know you're beautiful

both of us:

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

everyone is cheering to loudly and i feel like i have just had my high school musical troy and gabriella moment with tom. i looked at him and he had the biggest grin on his face and i knew i looked the same way. we got off stage and tom goes, “did we really just do that?”

at the same time i go, “that was incredible.” we just start laughing. mackenzie runs up to us.

“guys that was literally straight out of a movie. you guys had every single person at this party invested.” she said.

“i think that was my best karaoke performance yet.” i said grinning.

“i think it’s time to quit acting and me and y/n can take this show on the road.” tom laughed.

“such a great idea.” i said laughing and grabbed his arm to stabilize myself in my heels.

kenzie dragged us onto the dance floor and at some point rachel zegler, josh rivera, and hunter schafer joined us on the dance floor. what?! my mind was blown as they all said how amazing me and tom’s performance was. we danced and drank and laughed and boy was it a blast.

the party winded down and mackenzie and i were making our way out.

“wait y/n!” i heard tom call as i was about to climb into our car. i turned around as he jogged up to me.

“tonight was so fun and i just wanted to say it was a blast getting to know you, can i by chance get your number?” he asked sheepishly.

“yes of course! i had the best time too, you really know how to party!” i said laughing. we exchanged numbers and he hugged me good bye.

“see you later tom.”

“hope to see you soon l/n.”

author’s note: hope you all enjoyed! i can’t wait to continue this series. leave suggestions for other stories you want to read and i will get to it!

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