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lecsainz · 10 months

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TAKE ME

parings: mick schumacher x vettel!reader

request: hiya could u do a mick x vettel! reader (seb’s niece or smth) where they attend an autosport award show together w seb and he just couldn’t keep his eyes of her bc of the low back/high slit of the gorgeous dress he tries not to be touchy bc seb is there but succumbs to a quickie in the bathroom while seb is claiming his award really im in desperate need of some mick content 😫

authors note: oh my god my first smut with mick 🫣 idk what to put here 🤷‍♀️

warnings: (+18) smut, minors dni!

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Y/N knew it was a bad idea to wear the dress her secret boyfriend had picked out for her. It was a stunning gown with a high slit and a low back, revealing almost her entire back. She thought it was perfect for the occasion, a Formula 1 gala dinner with her favorite uncle, Sebastian Vettel.

But she hadn't anticipated how her boyfriend would react to her in the dress. Mick Schumacher and Y/N Vettel had been secretly dating for six months, keeping their relationship hidden from almost everyone. Well, everyone except for Toto Wolff, who had caught them kissing at a race. Mick had decided to ditch his role as Toto's apprentice that day and sneak off with Y/N for a quick make-out session in the tire warehouse. The memory still made her blush with embarrassment.

It had been a few weeks since they had seen each other, and now, at the Autosport Award show, Y/N found herself watching Mick's every move from across the room. Was it her imagination, or had Mick gained a few more muscles since they last met?

"Vettel!" Toto greeted the older man standing beside him, and Y/N felt her cheeks flush with a rosy hue. She tried to focus on the conversation, but her attention kept drifting back to Mick.

Seb glanced at her and then followed her gaze to where Mick was standing. He raised an eyebrow with a knowing smile, causing Y/N to turn even redder. She had a feeling her uncle was onto something, and it made her want to sink into the floor.

As the evening went on, Mick's eyes seemed to be constantly drawn to her. He was talking to people, engaging in conversations, but his gaze kept finding its way back to her. She tried her best to act natural, chatting with the people around her, but her heart raced every time she caught Mick looking at her.

Eventually, Mick excused himself from his conversation and made his way over to her. His smile was both charming and mischievous as he approached her.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and intimate. "You look absolutely stunning tonight."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up again as she replied, "Thank you. You clean up pretty well too."

He chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Couldn't take my eyes off you, honestly. That dress is... wow."

She bit her lip, trying to suppress her own grin. "You like it?"

Mick leaned in a little closer, his lips almost brushing her ear. "I more than like it. But you're making it really hard for me to behave."

She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her heart skipping a beat. Mick had always been a charmer, but tonight, he was particularly irresistible.

"Behave?" she teased, her voice barely a whisper.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto hers. "Yeah, you know... not get touchy when your uncle's around."

Y/N laughed softly, the sound tinged with nervous excitement. "Right, right. We wouldn't want to give Seb a heart attack."

Mick grinned and took her hand, his thumb caressing the back of her palm. "But seriously, after this event, how about we go somewhere a little more private?"

Her heart raced at the suggestion, and she nodded, unable to hide her own playful smile. "I'd like that."

Seb's voice cut through the conversation, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure how long he had been standing there, but she instantly felt her cheeks heat up under his gaze.

"Hey, Mick, Y/N," Seb greeted, his grin playful as he looked between them. "Am I interrupting something here?"

Mick's grip on her hand tightened slightly, but he managed to keep his composure. "Nah, just having a chat."

Seb raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just a chat, huh? Well, don't let me stop you. Carry on."

Y/N felt her embarrassment intensify under Seb's teasing, and she bit her lip, unable to meet his gaze. "Hi, Uncle Seb."

"Hi, Y/N," he replied with a knowing smile. "Having a good time?"

She nodded, still feeling a little flustered. "Yeah, it's been great."

Seb chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Well, don't let me keep you from enjoying the party. I'll catch up with you two later."

As he walked away, Y/N let out a nervous breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Mick squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry, he's just messing with us," he said with a wink.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, her nerves easing a bit. "I know, but it's still embarrassing."

Mick leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I think you look even more adorable when you're embarrassed."

Her cheeks flushed again, and she playfully swatted his arm. "Stop it, Mick."

He grinned, his fingers intertwining with hers. "You know I can't resist."

Just as Y/N was about to respond, a waiter carrying a tray of champagne glasses brushed past her, and before she knew it, she felt a cold splash against her dress. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh no," she murmured, her gaze dropping to the champagne stain on her dress.

Mick's eyes followed her gaze, and he quickly took in the situation. "Hey, it's alright. Accidents happen."

Y/N felt a mixture of frustration and embarrassment, and she glanced around, trying to figure out what to do. "I need to clean this up before it sets."

Mick nodded, his expression understanding. "I'll come with you."

She gave him a grateful smile as they made their way towards the restroom. Once inside, Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a little defeated.

"Great, just what I needed," she muttered, dabbing at the stain with a paper towel.

Mick stepped closer, his fingers gently brushing hers as he took the paper towel from her hand. "Let me help."

As he carefully worked to clean the stain, Y/N's heart raced. She couldn't help but be struck by how considerate and caring Mick was, even in such a simple moment.

"Thank you," she said softly, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

He smiled, his eyes warm. "Anytime."

As the stain faded, Y/N realized how close they were standing. The air seemed to buzz with a newfound tension, and she found herself holding her breath.

"Mick," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He met her gaze, his eyes searching for something. Without a word, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a gentle kiss. It was slow and sweet, a promise of things to come.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N's heart was racing, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Mick grinned, his fingers tangling with hers.

"I think champagne stains might be my new favorite thing," he teased.

N laughed softly, the tension that had been building between them now palpable in the air. "Well, it's certainly one way to make an event memorable."

Mick's gaze was intense as he looked at her, and she felt her breath catch. "Do you trust me?"

Her heart skipped a beat, and she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

Mick's lips found hers once again, but this time the kiss was anything but gentle. It was fiery and urgent, a hunger that had been building between them finally unleashed. Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor, their bodies pressed close.

As their kisses deepened, Mick's hands roamed over her body, igniting sparks of desire with every touch. He backed her towards the bathroom counter, his lips never leaving hers. With a swift movement, he lifted her up onto the counter, his hands gripping her waist possessively.

Y/N's head was spinning, her senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the feel of his hands on her skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. Mick's kisses trailed down her jawline, his breath hot against her skin, before he found the sensitive spot on her neck that made her gasp.

"Mick," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He responded by pressing his body against hers, the friction between them igniting a fire deep within her. Mick's lips found hers once more, a demanding kiss that left them both breathless.

Desire pulsed between them, the urgency of their need pushing them to the edge. He pulled away just long enough to catch his breath, his eyes dark with want as he looked at her.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice husky.

Y/N nodded, her own desire mirroring his. "More than sure."

Their kisses reignited with a renewed intensity, their bodies pressed together in a dance of passion. Mick's hands roamed over her, his touch setting her skin on fire.

As their desire escalated, Y/N's fingers worked to undo the buttons of his shirt, her touch eager and hungry. Mick's own urgency mirrored hers as he kissed her fiercely, his fingers tracing the curves of her body with an intoxicating mix of tenderness and hunger.

Their mouths met in a series of heated kisses, each one leaving them both craving more. Mick's lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin, igniting a trail of fire wherever he touched. Y/N's fingers found their way to his hair, pulling him closer as a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Mick," she whispered, her voice a mixture of need and desire.

He looked at her with eyes darkened by the intensity of their passion, his own longing reflected in his gaze. Without a word, he lifted her off the counter, his lips claiming hers once more as he carried her towards the bathroom door.

As they stumbled out of the bathroom, caught up in the heat of the moment, they didn't notice the figure standing by the entrance. Toto Wolff's surprised expression quickly turned into an amused grin as he cleared his throat, effectively interrupting their heated embrace.

Mick froze mid-step, his eyes widening as he realized they had an audience. Y/N's face turned a shade of red that matched her dress as she buried her face in Mick's chest, her embarrassment palpable.

Toto chuckled, his tone teasing. "Well, I guess I won't be needing that bathroom anytime soon."

Mick cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged with a blush as he awkwardly shifted his weight. "Uh, yeah. Sorry about that, Toto."

Y/N peeked up at Toto from behind Mick, her voice muffled. "Hi, Toto."

Toto raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Having a good time, are we?"

Mick let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, you could say that."

Toto grinned, patting Mick on the shoulder. "Well, I'll leave you two to it. Don't let me interrupt."

As Toto walked away, Y/N let out a sigh of relief, her face still flushed. Mick chuckled, his arm around her shoulders as he pulled her closer.

"Well, that was... unexpected," Mick said, his lips brushing against her hair.

Y/N groaned, hiding her face in his chest. "I can't believe he caught us again."

Mick laughed, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Hey, at least it's a memorable way to be caught."

She rolled her eyes playfully, her embarrassment fading as she looked at him. "You're impossible."

Mick grinned, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "And you're irresistible."

Their lips met in a sweet, tender kiss, the world around them fading as they focused on each other. In that moment, the outside world ceased to matter, and all that existed was the connection between them – a connection that had ignited in a bathroom and had grown into something much deeper and more meaningful.

And as they kissed, all thoughts of being caught or interrupted were replaced by the overwhelming feeling that they had found something truly special in each other's arms.

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why4anne · 3 months

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Part: 7/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

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2022

theathletesgala

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theathletesgala:

Musical guest and award presenter Y/N L/N is in the building. She's wearing a stunning Versace gown and a killer cat eye.

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yourusername: 🫶🫶

y/nenjoyer: she looks STUNNING!!

girlypopy/n: Dare I say... Revenge dress?

vintagel/n: Oh, definitely!

holyleclerc: It's giving Princess Diana

lonely4lifer: Charles, look at what you lost

havemyleclerc: She is the one who fumbled

summery/n: Y/N lost a second tier F1 driver, Charles lost global pop icon, highest streamed female artist, the woman, the myth, the legend Y/N L/N

leclerctingzz: He's not a second tier F1 driver, he's the future of Ferrari

ubery/n: How many WDC?

childofdivorce: Auntie Blake pick me up I'm scared

lewishamilton: @/donatella_versace you outdid yourself with this dress

donatella_versace: Donatella VERSACE💜

theathletesgala:

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theathletesgala:

It's a star-studded event here tonight. Multiple athletes have now made their way onto the red carpet including:

Formula 1 drivers Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton, Footballers Neymar and Alex Morgan, Gymnast Simone Biles, Figure-skater Tessa Virtue and NFL Quarterback Joe Burrow

Keep your eyes open for your favorite athlete to arrive!

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joeyb_9: Such a well organized event!

lewishamilton: Blessed to be here🙏

charles_leclerc: Happy to be included❤️

alexmorgan13: This will be so much fun

moreleclerc: Putting Neymar and Charles beside each other is CRAZY

lilttley/n: Okay but can we talk about how both Lewis Hamilton AND Joe Burrow interacted on the post about Y/N earlier??

gemmal/n: Y/N now has the chance to do the funniest thing ever and get with Max Verstappen

home4l/n: STOP- that would be too iconic

justleclerc: The world is not ready for that sort of chaos

theathletesgala

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Miss Y/N L/N what a performance!🙌👏

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heavenlyy/n: Mother did not come to play tonight!

realy/nfan: fr! She saw that both of her exes were in attendance and said "hold my wine glass"

unifiedy/n: Singing ATW and you're loosing me back to back while STARING at table number 12 (Charles and Neymar's table) is absolutely FOUL!

justl/nthingz: She's so cunty, I love it!

l/ny/nfavorite: Okay but why is no one talking about how she literally sang silver springs by Fleetwood Mac and in true Stevie Nicks fashion was glaring daggers into Charles while doing so!!!!!???

bluey/n: next level balls frfr!

bobbiey/n: Okay but that outfit??? Mother ATE!🔥

holyl/n: Ass out and everything for Charles to see🤭

justy/nfans: I just know that that man will go home and cry himself to sleep tonight

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After receiving an anonymous tip from a reliable source, it seems as if Y/N L/N left the athletes gala after party with one of the guests of the night. Who it was is still unclear but stay tuned on celebritynews for more information!

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summery/n: This girl is a wag at heart

flowersbyl/n: That's so true! She does love her athletes😭

y/nleftpinkynail: Honestly she's so real for that😍

l/nbyy/n: Just like me fr!

chad.larsen: She's such a slut!🙄

leclerc_l/n: Bro GTFO with your musty ass comments!!🤢

brianyoung: Watch out whoever it is. She's gonna write a song about you😵‍💫

littley/n: It's almost like THAT'S HER FUCKING JOB???🤯

greenflowers: misogyny☕️

l/nhouse: Okay but who was it???!!!!

justagirl: I think it was Joe Burrow, did you see how he was looking at her while she was performing??😍

godlyy/n: I hope with my entire being that it's Max Verstappen💀

slayvettel: That would be too iconic!!

icemanfan: Y'all tripping, it's gotta be Lewis!

heavenlyy/n: HOLD UP! What if it was Neymar??

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teddypickerry · 1 year

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Hey please can I request a Nikki Sixx x reader! Just a bit of jealous! Nikki, something along the lines of that there either at a music awards or some red carpet and the boys are off performing, and whilst waiting with the other s/os reader gets hit on by someone, and she plays into it, until the boys return and all hell breaks loose because no one flirts with Nikkis girl

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈’𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!

pairings! 2000s nikki x younger gf

warnings! age gap couple (not specified age), i think that’s it

word count! 900

a/n! hi mfs. alive & thriving w another nikki fic. i didn’t specify his exact age or the readers. but it is hot 2000s nikki bc he is my bf (real). so. DEAL WITH ITTTT.

AS IF BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP with a rockstar wasn't enough pressure from the public eye and his many (envious) female fans, music awards were pure stress. although your boyfriend, nikki, grew out of his phase of attending every spectacular event, you were still in attendance of a few of them. while nikki loved showing you off and having you there for support, you didn't quite enjoy it as much as you wished. although the thought of fangirling over your favorite musicians sufficed — you also had to deal with the overwhelming flood of hate directed at your relationship on social media the next morning.

it was always the same headlines. "nikki's downgraded to another twenty-year old" "y/n is hardly enough for a rockstar" "he's probably off cheating on her as per usual" or "i prefer nikki and his ex" it's just pure judgment of a relationship they haven't even witnessed. they don't see the love you share or how well the man treats you.

but the headlines truly didn't matter as much as supporting your boyfriend and his career, his passion. so, you found yourself sat at the rock 'n' roll hall of fame inductory evening. although mötley had yet to be awarded for their one of a kindness in the rock industry, they were still being honored tonight in the form of performing. which excited all four of them because whether or not they liked it, they would be performing infront of the most iconic and talented musicians. mick couldn't stop talking about jeff beck on the car ride over. he didn't want to fuck up in the god's presence.

but so far he'd done excellently during the beginning and chorus of 'kickstart my heart' which was a song having the crowd losing their shit. and quite honestly, so were you. you hadn't seen nikki perform too many times due to busy schedules and god was it hot. but as the hit came to the end, you noticed a man inching closer to you in his chair. he was only a few down from you but since the band was up on stage, they left you, their empty chairs, and tommy's girlfriend. you shot her an odd look as she glanced in the man's direction, shrugging it off. you decided to do the same until he filled your boyfriend's position beside you. which only made you ultimately uncomfortable.

"what's a beautiful girl like you doing here alone tonight? looking for eligible bachelors?" the man whispered towards you ear while the crowd roared in cheers for the notorious rock band. you simply rubbed your lips together without turning in his direction. your eyes locked on your boyfriend exiting the stage and heading backstage. "eligible bachelors?" you scoffed, simply annoyed with the toying of flirtation.

"yeah, some rich rocker... but you seem like a self-made typa woman," he quipped as his eyes travelled your tight fitting dress. your eyes finally caught a glimpse of him — recognizing him as some drummer in a rock band not so popular. but you knew him from your brother's crippling obsession with underground bands. "what does that even mean?"

"you've got a mouth on you..." he smirked while running a hand through his short dark hair as if he was all that. which only got on your nerves even more as you messed with your up-do, watching them announce commercial break upon the stage. but this guy wasn't letting go. "so are you an artist, producer, manager, a plus one, perhaps?"

"plus one." you responded with a glare as the man attempted to scoot closer to you. your thighs brushed for a moment before you shoved over to the next chair — visibly uncomfortable. "will you leave her alone?" tommy's girlfriend asked as she viewed the situation. the man furrowed his eyebrows before shooting a charming smile. "just making conversation."

you crossed your arms defensively as tommy's girlfriend shot you a sympathetic look. "so who're you with then, doll?" the drummer asked daringly. which only made you hold back an eye roll. "just saw him onstage."

"one of the old guys, cmon." he rolled his eyes as if it were nonsense. even though he couldn't be much younger than nikki himself. it was when nikki's death glare caught his attention that his eyes slightly widened. "old guys? will you get the fuck out of my chair before i deck you in the fucking face." sixx warned as the man stood up quickly and made his way towards the aisle and as far from the group as possible. slash laughed from the row behind. "jesus christ," you mumbled as nikki took a seat beside you. you scooted into him, back into your old seat. the rest of the band followed behind him and questioned the man practically drooling over you.

nikki wrapped an arm around you as you placed a kiss to his cheek. "thanks for saving me, rockstar." you whispered which made him smile slightly before going back to his 'hardcore rockstar' look. "yeah well, no one messes with nikki's girl."

"dumbass," tommy mumbled beside the in love nikki. all while the bassist was planning the ways he was going to fuck up the guy hitting on you after the show.

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maneaterss · 1 year

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-not so alone

you're the one, you're all i've ever wanted i think i'll regret this.

pairing: richarlison x insert

summary: richarlison and model reader after many years- have broken up up and during an event- richarlison is quick to support the reader.

cw: SO. MUCH. ANGST. fluff at the end for like two paragraphs.

a/n: this is the first idea that i've come up with since i started this account cause i've only done reqs oml. anyways sorry for going M.I.A and only writing angst... it be like that sometimes. this is kinda ass so sorry lolz. I CANT VIEW MY DMS OR READ OR RESPOND TO COMMENTS YALL IDK WHAT I DID.

also tysm for five hundred yall r cute asf w ur reqs mwah.

you felt confident- for the first time in months. your hair was blown out and fell long against your front, your dress embedded with rhinestones accentuated your favorite curves in your body, and your makeup only added to the newfound poise.

for the first time since the breakup you'd been able to feel some self worth. your friends and family had an idea of how hard the breakup- some of richarlisons family also reaching out to you. how else was a separation adorned with tears, screaming, and sobs supposed to go?

you stepped out of the car that led you to the event, you didn't anticipate this many paparazzi, or people. you didn't know what encouraged you to go to this event, in all honesty you accepted the offer because you'd been nominated to win. it was an award show for. a plethora of specialities, model of the year would be presented, actors, fashion, many things- but none of those categories could possibly have anything to connect to the one person you were avoiding, right?

questions were thrown at you, some about awards, some about if you thought you'd win, and few about a new boyfriend. the rest was tame until you'd gotten inside of the venue. instant camera flashes, another rough downpour of specific and critical questions- you'd taken such a long break from this and now making a big jump in was what you would observe as a horrible idea.

"y/n what kind of wins are you expecting this evening?"

"miss l/n who are you wearing?"

"what does your love life look like right now?'"

"what were the factors of you and richarlisons breakup?"

you body tensed at his name, you did your best to not give a reaction, to not feed into the weird obsession people had over your past relationship. "of course i'm expecting myself to take prize tonight, just like every other nominee who's equally deserving." you smiled and quickly moved on- you honestly prayed that was the end of his name tonight.

that was until an old colleague engulfed you before you could enter the seating area,

"god- im so sorry about richarlison y/n. it must've been horrible!" she squealed, arms impossibly tight around you.

you're face was straight until you pulled back, "it’s all okay f/n, thank you though."

lies. your eyebags covered with concealer would say otherwise, your empty nights and lonely days, the was you still had his tshirts in your closet, and the fact that his toothbrush was still in your apartment differed that fact completely. but the way of life didn't care for how much you'd loved each other or how much passion and time you shared because eventually his toothbrush would end up in the garbage on cleaning day, and his shirts would lose his signature smell, and you'd still wake up on your side of the bed alone.

your friend hugged you once more before escaping to find her designated spot and you lingered a moment more trying to find a familiar face to walk inside with until you heard that same hollow yet bouncy voice with an unfamiliar english accent.

your legs instinctively led you in the opposite direction of the voice, finding where your designated spot was. for half an hour you had insignificant conversations with the people sat around you- some you’ve spoken to before and others you never met but recognized from social media and whatnot.

at last the awards had begun, you sat idle- observing with the occasional clap or cheer when a name was announced. you’d completely zoned out about halfway through. completely having forgot you’d even been nominated- only thinking about the small laugh and greeting you’d heard from a sickening yet beautiful voice earlier and who it could’ve come from.

whilst you worried yourself over small happenings, whilst your fingernails dug into your palms with enough vigor to draw blood-

“y/n l/n” cheers erupted.

for a second your mine was ripped away from the painful mishaps of your devotion and instead your brain fixed on the fact that you had just won the award you’d lost sleep thinking about and praying to win for years on end, you thought about your family watching from home, your friends jumping up from their seats, and you’d gotten up from your own to walk onto the stage, portraits of you flashing on the screen behind you as you accepted the award.

you spoke of your thanks, of how greatful you’d been to accept this award and earn it, your heart soaring from the feeling of such an amazing win and lal you’d given up to be here, you’d felt on top of the world until your eyes made contact with those big brown ones in the back of the crowd, clapping as he stood. his frame was still tall- if not taller, slightly more muscular since the last time you’d seen him, his eyes were still deep like you remembered, his hair lighter, skin bronzer.

it felt you’d stared for an eternity until you walked off- only it was merely a few seconds. you’d forgotten your surroundings once more as you left the stage and sat down in your seat- everyone congratulating you on your way back as you smiled back- doing your best to push his image to the back of your head.

why did this affect you so much? he was completely out of your life, you were just getting over him. you wondered why he was here? for fucks sake he plays football- none of this should be relevant to him unless he was here for someone else- a girl? you knew he had many romantic ordeals since you two had ended and that fact alone slightly embarrassed you because you didnt give men the time of day anymore- you didn’t respond to them, talk to them, accept their date offers, you isolated yourself in your attempt to heal.

you sat in your seat, leg bouncing, anxiety at its peak- all of your nerves were tense as you took shallow breaths before excusing yourself to the bathroom- holding your composure until you found an empty hallway- you’d love to be in a more private place but bathrooms were always crowded at events like this.

you paced back and forth, your fingers busied themselves. you should be elated that you’d won- not acting like a child because you saw your ex.

god grow the fuck up you’re going to see him from time to time.

you said anything and everything to make the situation smaller but with the heightened emotions you were at the verge of a panic attack. you sat against the wall with your phone next to you- doing your best to stay off of it because god knows whatever people were saying would be your last straw.

you tucked your hair behind your ear as the first tear fell down your cheek, it wasn’t until then that you’d realized you never gave yourself a minute to mourn the loss of him- he who was entirely alive and healthy, to mourn the loss of his bear hugs, his corny kiss attacks to wake you up, his fingers that danced across your skin- sending chills up your spine, him wrapping a towel around your warm body after a shower.

tears fell and fell and fell, they fell until you covered your face with your hands, until your ears rang, and until you could smell that familiar scent. a body sat next to yours- running a hand down your back and the other fiddling with the ends of your hair. “breath, minha amada.’

you didn’t look up- nor did you removed your hands from your face until he pulled them away, forcing your red and teary eyes to meet his glossed over ones, “o que te deixa pra baixo?” he spoke as he kept eye contact. (what’s got you down?)

the way he spoke and the ghost of his fingers as he adjusted positions made you realize you weren’t alone in your mourning

#richarlison #richarlison de andrade #richarlison icons #richarlison imagines #richarlison imagine #richarlison angst #richarlison smut #richarlison fluff #richarlison x reader #richarlison x you

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earthtoharlow · 1 year

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Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x SingerOC

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02) Second Chances

Jack walked into his apartment, and placed his keys on the kitchen counter before walking towards the fridge for a bottle of water. The last couple weeks have been jammed packed, between making multiple appearances and long nights at the studio he barely had time to catch his breath.

Tossing his phone on the coffee table and kicking his shoes off, Jack melted into the comfort of the couch with a soft sigh. Happy to be sitting down after a long day. He reached over to grab the remote, deciding to flip through the channels to find a movie. After not finding anything good to watch, he figured he would watch The Tonight Show since that was the only thing on.

Jack didn’t know if it was his lack of sleep or what but Jimmy Fallon’s jokes were actually hitting tonight. He did always enjoy the thank you notes segments. Jack sat up a little straighter when he heard Jimmy announce the first guest of the night. “I’ve been wanting to meet this talented individual for awhile now, and she’s finally here. Please welcome, first time Grammy winner, Maryse Monet!”

Jack watched as the curtains opened and Maryse’s beautiful smile spread across his TV screen. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked with her half up half down hairstyle with her curls bouncing as she walked across the stage to Jimmy. Maryse wore a simple black mini dress paired with boots but she looked as beautiful as ever. Jack leaned in closer to the screen with his elbows on his knees, ready to learn more about her.

“Welcome to the show, I’m so happy you’re here! This is your first talk show!” Jimmy says as he leans against his desk.

“Yeah! Kinda crazy when you think about it, so thank you for having me on!” Maryse replies with another smile, and waves to the audience in front of her as they cheer.

“Of course, of course! I can’t have you on here and not congratulate you on your first ever Grammy!” Jimmy tells her and claps along with the crowd. Maryse covers her face shyly, trying to hide her blushing.

“Seriously, thank you guys so much. It still feels like a dream that I hope I never wake up from.”

“And who would I be if I didn’t bring up what happened as you were going on stage to accept your award.”

“Oh what? Me, almost embarrassing myself!” Maryse said with a laugh.

Jimmy tries to hold in his laughter, and nods “Well, yes! Here’s the clip!”

Jack relaxes into the couch again as they play the clip. He watched as he could be seen quickly walking towards the stage to help Maryse before she fell. He was glad he was able to reach her in time. The video turns back to showing Maryse with her head down in her lap, and Jimmy laughing. “I think my favorite part was your facial expression as you were about to fall.”

“Yeah, I think the only thing that was running through my head was “oh my god I’m about to eat shit in front of Beyoncé!””

Jimmy's head falls back in laughter before he reaches over and peeks over his desk. “I see you’re still wearing heels so it couldn’t have been that bad!”

Jack goans a little as he watches Maryse raise her leg up to show off her heeled boots.

“To be fair, these heels are a lot thicker than the shoes I was wearing to the Grammys!”

Jimmy nods before telling Maryse she had a point.

“This clip has gone viral on the internet! They’re literally going crazy over Jack Harlow rushing over to save you. He’s so great, I love that guy!”

“Yeah, I honestly should send him a fruit basket or something to thank him.”

Jimmy nodded in agreement. “You definitely should! One of the biggest rappers in the world right now saving the day!”

Maryse leans against the chair. “My friends made sure to tease me before congratulating me that night.” She says with a shake of the head.

“Yeah, we actually have your Instagram post that you posted after the Grammys.” Jimmy reached behind his desk to pull out the cardboard with your instagram post on it.

“There’s Doja Cat reminding you about you tripping…”

Maryse leaned over the armchair to point at her comment. “Can I just add that she replied to this while sitting right next to me!”

Jimmy laughed again. “But my favorite part of this post was Jack Harlow himself commenting that he'd be your hero anyday!”

Jimmy and the live audience dramatically awed at Jack’s comment. Maryse couldn't help but smile.

“Did you guys speak after the fact?” Jimmy asked.

“No! I’m so upset about it! After I left the stage, I was dragged around doing interviews so I never saw him again to thank him. Not a lot of people know this but I recently got into his music and it’s amazing. I’m a huge fan!”

“Oh man! We gotta get you guys to meet! It’s only right!”

Maryse looked towards the camera. “Jack Harlow, if you’re ever in town please contact me! I’ll treat you to lunch.”

Jack's breath hitched in his throat. Maryse was starting so intensely into the camera he felt like she was actually standing in front of him.

“If you get any closer to the screen, you’ll be kissing it.”

Jack jumped and dropped the remote at the sound of Urban’s voice behind him.

“Fuck! Man what are you doing here?!” Jack rubbed a hand over his face, before placing it over his chest to rest his fast beating heart.

Urban jumped over behind the couch and plopped down before giving him a weird look. “I live here.” He said with a shrug.

“not for much longer, if I got anything to do about it.” Jack mumbled.

Jack watched as Jimmy went to the commercial. Annoyed that Urban interrupted him watching the rest of the interview.

“I don’t understand why you’re still sitting here and not immediately calling her.” Urban questioned him.

Jack rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Now why would I do that?”

“Dude, I know I’m high, but I’m not that damn high. She just got on national television and asked you out. She’s bold as hell. Besides, now’s the best time to do it. There wouldn’t be any awkwardness since she got that out the way when she tripped.” Urban shrugged once more before handing Jack his phone off the table in front of them.

“I don’t even know her number.” Jack told him. “My brother, it is not the 90s you can slide in her dms and get it from her. Plus, is it not half of Neelam’s job to get important peoples numbers for you. She’s not doing her job correctly!”

Jack ignored him as he pulled up to Maryse’s Instagram dms and typed out a message.

“Wait, it’s bootycall hours. I’ll send the dm in the morning.” Jack said.

Urban snatched the phone from Jack before pressing send on the DM before Jack could stop him. “Oh man, you got it BAD. When have you ever cared about any of that!”

Jack huffed before taking his phone back. Jack isn’t scared to admit that Maryse was taking up real estate in his mind since that night at the Grammys. He played that moment over and over in his head. Maryse was beautiful, with an even more beautiful voice. Now after hearing that she was a huge fan, he was dying to meet her properly.

“I just don’t want to mess things up before we even meet.” Jack said running a hand through his messy curls

“You dming late is not going to ruin anything, she probably won’t even see till morning anyway.” Urban said as he stood up from the couch and patted Jack lightly on the shoulder.

“Now, you just reminded me. It is demon hours, and I’ve got some ladies to call.”

“Sick freak!” Jack yelled over his shoulder at Urban

“Yeah yeah, call me whatever you want.”

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Maryse groaned out loud at the name that just popped up in her phone. Her ex boyfriend Nate was calling her again. Ever since he found out she moved back to New York after leaving to live with Saweetie in California for a year after the break up he’s been calling her multiple times a day.

Nate knew Maryse like the back of her hand. He knew she would always have a weak spot for him. No matter what. That’s the main reason why Maryse stayed in the relationship for so long. She was sick of giving him second chnaces. It hurt having to break up with the guy she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with. She refused to keep setting herself on fire to keep him warm.

When her phone rung again for the fifth time in a span of 15 minutes, she decided to answer.

“What do you want, Nate.” Maryse was sick of this. It was one o’clock in the morning. She could hear the shuffling of the phone in the background and loud music playing.

“Damn girl, I can’t even get a hello” Maryse could hear the slur of his voice. Letting her know he was drinking.

“No, you can’t, where are you? I can hardly hear with the loud music playing.” Maryse had to pull the phone away from her ear before it busted her eardrums.

“Come pick me up baby! The boys and I just went out for a few drinks before hitting a few clubs.” Nate says into the phone, she could hear him a little better now. She assumed he walked outside.

“I can’t come and pick you up, and you know that.” Maryse sighed with regret. Wishing she never picked up the phone.

“Damn, a bitch wins a Grammy and she start acting real Hollywood.” Nate cursed into the phone.

“Don’t call me again, Nate. You can go to hell with gasoline draws on.” Maryse hung up the phone, not giving him a chance to reply back.

“Stupid muthafucka.” She mumbled before throwing her phone down.

Maryse grabbed her extra pillow before placing it on her head and let out a muffled scream. Talking to Nate always puts her in a bad mood. Nate brought out the worst in her.

Maryse felt her phone chime, informing her that she had an incoming message.

“I swear to god, if that’s his bitch ass again…” Maryse says under her breath as she sat up in her bed to see who the message was from. Her eyes widened when she saw it was a DM from Jack Harlow himself.

Maryse flipped over on stomach and kicked her feet up in the air. Her stomach was doing front flips reading his message to accept her offer for lunch. She wasn’t expecting Jack to respond so fast, or even at all. Maryse immediately messaged him back. “Thank god, I’d have been super embarrassed if you turned me down!” It was 2am, so she wasn’t expecting a response until morning the earliest so Maryse was shocked when Jack replied back so quickly.

“I mean, I’d be an idiot if I turned down free lunch.” Maryse laughed at his response, as she was typing a response, another one came in. “I’m back in my hometown right now recording my second album, but I’ll be in New York next week for a couple meetings, will you still be in town?”

Maryse was starting to get giddy at the idea of hanging out with Jack. Quickly texting him back that she would still be in town. “Send me your number and we can talk details later this week!”

"hopefully, not during bootycall hours" Maryse laughed when all Jack sent back was the facepalm emoji.

As soon as Maryse got his number she immediately texted him how she couldn’t wait to meet him properly and wished him a good night. Maryse went to bed that night with a smile on her face.

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Maryse was in the studio sitting behind a piano with her songbook beside and microphone in front of her. She slowly starts pressing her fingers against the keys and starts singing.

“No more second chances, chances, Always tryna take advantage, 'vantage. I can't give him no more chances, chances So I'd rather walk away. It'd be wrong for me to stay, 'Cause that means you got your way.”

“That sounded great Maryse, that should be perfect for the chorus. Let’s take lunch and come back with you hopefully having at least verse one done.” Howard, her producer said from the control room, giving her a knowing look and leaving the studio.

Maryse sighed before pulling her headset off. She had verses written, she just felt like the song was missing something. Walking out the booth she grabbed her phone deciding to catch up on the outside world before she got back to work.

Turning her phone back on, she noticed 2 missed calls from Jack. Maryse immediately started to panic. She was supposed to meet him for lunch 15 minutes ago. Maryse cursed out loud before quickly calling him back.

Jack answered on the first ring thankfully, she spoke before he could even say hello. “Jack, oh my god I’m so so sorry. I’ve been stuck at the studio all morning trying to finish this song and I completely lost track of time! I understand if you never wanna speak—“

“MARYSE!” Maryse got silent as Jack cut her off.

She could hear him laughing lightly chuckling in the background. “It’s fine, I promise. I get it, I’m also in album mode.”

Maryse sighed in relief. She still felt like the biggest asshole. She opened her mouth to apologize again before Jack cut her off once again.

“Don’t apologize again!”

“You didn’t even let me get it out!” Maryse exclaimed.

“Are you still at the studio?” Jack suddenly asked her.

Biting her lip Maryse replied that she was indeed still at the studio and would probably be for the rest of the day.

“Well, I cleared my whole day out to hang out with you, so how about you send me your location and I’ll pick us up some lunch and I’ll head over there to you?” Jack suggested.

“You’d really still want to hang out with me?” Maryse questioned. She couldn’t believe that she basically stood him up and he was still willing to meet her, even if it’s at the studio.

“Yeah why wouldn’t I? Now, drop me the pin!” Jack hung up the phone before Maryse could even reply back.

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Jack couldn’t wipe the smile off his face watching Maryse laugh at his story. “Wait wait, so let me get this straight! You walked into the school's auditorium, got up on stage and performed Fergalicious?!”

Jack nodded, covering his mouth as he chewed his food. “Yeah, I was grabbing my crotch and everything! Honestly, looking back I’m shocked I didn’t get in more trouble.”

He watched as Maryse started to calm down from her laughter. Wiping the tears that had fell from her eyes from laughing so hard. “God, that’s freaking hilarious! The only thing to do now, is to make that principle eat their words and make a song with Fergie.”

“That would be a dream come true.”

“Manifest that shit, it’s gonna happen one day and I’ll be in the audience cheering my ass off when y’all perform it! I won’t even say “I told you so” Maryse said, giving Jack a smile.

Jack returned the smile and reached over and grabbed her notebook on the table in front of them. “Now, your manager CoCo said I could only stay to hang out if I helped with this track so let’s see what you got.”

“It’s a rough draft so sorry for all the scribbling on the pages.”

Jack responded without even looking at her while still reading the lyrics. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

“This is really good, but I see what you’re saying about something being missing.”

Jack watched as Maryse groaned in frustration next to him. “I think I’m just going to take a break and work on another song.”

Jack started shaking his head at her. “Absolutely, not. I think the song just needs a male perspective.” He reached in his pocket to grab a pen about to start writing in her notebook, before his pen hit the paper he stopped himself. “My bad, I’m just taking over. Is it okay if I write something?”

He watched as Maryse sat up and excitedly nodded her head. “YES! Go ahead!”

Jack was surprised at how fast it took him to write his verse. After 15 minutes he was pretty much done. He got Maryse’s attention, who was playing around with some chords on her guitar.

“You’re done already? That was quick!” Maryse questioned

Jack simply just shrugged. “I really like the song and relate to it, so it came easy to me.” Jack walked into the booth and placed the headphones on and signaled for her to play the song. He loved hearing her raw vocals, so many artists these days used much autotune, it was a nice change. Jack started rapping as her chrous stopped.

Yeah

Second chances they don't come, so I be real

Walking out on me is just a hard-to-swallow pill

Told her I would speak my mind and always keep it trill

But still I can't pull short, no, that was not part of the deal

I know how to be accountable for everything I've done

Do you wanna walk with me? Just say the word and you can run

Away from everything we built, oh yeah, I know I fucked up once

And it's bad, so I can't front

Guess I'll just smoke this blunt, yeah

Jack took the headset off and nervously ran his hands through his curls. Maryse had gone quiet and was just staring at him.

“Was it that bad?” Jack joked. He watched as she shook her head, seemingly coming out her trace.

“Are you kidding me? That was insane!” She made the mind blown motion with her hands. Jack could tell she was getting excited because she was bouncing on the tips of her toes and couldn’t stop talking with her hands. He wished he could take a picture of the expression on her face without her knowing. It was the perfect mix of wonder, admiration and astonishment.

Jack was happy he decided to visit her at the studio today. When she didn’t show up at the restaurant he was disappointed and a little embarrassed so he was glad that she called and explained what happened. Jack had a feeling Maryse Monet was going to become a huge part of his life.

“Hello, Jack! Are you listening to me?” Maryse questioned him with her hands on her hips.

Jack couldn’t help but think she looked adorable.

“Yes, now I have an idea…what if at the end of the track we ended it with me leaving a voicemail?”

“Shit, that’s fire! And you were definitely not listening to me.”

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thebirdandthebee · 1 year

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Easy As

A/N: I don’t know, I just liked this gif haha. I know we’re all pumped for JAW winning his first Golden Globe! This is lightly inspired after I got an ask for Carmy winning an award. This doesn’t have smut, but it is VERY fluffy! Also, no giveaways at gender of baby Berzatto if anyone has guesses :)

That being said, I am taking requests for this series again!

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Page 29: Beard

“My love are you almost ready?” Vanessa called, putting in her diamond earrings as a finishing touch. She turned in the mirror to take in the final look. Though Carmen was insisting it wasn’t as big of a deal as she was making it out to be, Vanessa knew how big of a deal the James Beard Awards were.

Carmen was nominated for Best Chef: Great Lakes and if he won tonight, he’d be one of the few in history to win Best Emerging Chef and a Best Chef designation.

It was also a great reason to take a trip, with the awards taking place in New York – one of Vanessa’s favorite cities. Carmen had less fond memories of the Big Apple, but he was grateful Vanessa was here with him. Honestly, he’d much rather skip the event all together.

Vanessa sprung for a hair and makeup team to help put her together. After all, at six months pregnant, sometimes doing her hair took too much energy. Old Hollywood waves with kohl-lined eyes and red lips to top it all off would definitely be too much to do on her own. Just getting into her red velvet dress was effort enough. It was fitted across the middle to show off her baby bump with a sweetheart neckline, which Carmen appreciated as each passing months it felt like her breasts grew bigger and bigger.

“I need help with this thing,” she could hear him murmur as he walked back toward the bathroom suite.

“Carmen you look so handsome,” she smiled, clicking toward him in her heels that put her about two inches taller than him. Carmen looked up from the mangled bowtie around his neck and gave his wife the same look as when she walked down the aisle.

“Ness, you – you’re stunning,” he complimented. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of. As she stepped in his personal space to properly tie his bowtie, his hand slid naturally over her form, one landing on her waist the other on her baby bump.

“It might be silly of me to ask, but there is food at this thing, right?” She tilted her head.

“There’s not dinner,” Carmen shook his head. “There’ll be hors d’oeuvres but there ceremony itself is only an hour long. We can order some food up when we get back,” he assured.

“Good, we’re starving,” Vanessa said, sliding his bowtie into place. “God you look good in a tux,” she complimented, making him grin.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” he said earnestly, leaning forward to peck her lips just lightly enough that it wouldn’t muss her red lips.

“I love when you get to wear your real ring,” she said, holding his hand and running a finger across his gold wedding band, which was usually replaced by his silicone work bands. “Like it actually is making me a little horny,” she added, but then again, pretty much everything did in her second trimester.

“Really?” Carmen asked, brows pushing up his forehead.

“Come on, don’t let me tempt you – you have an award to win,” she said, “and our car should be here any moment.”

Carmen dutifully lead his wife, grabbing the car door and holding her hand as they pulled up to the historic theater the ceremony was being held inside.

“How do I look?” Vanessa asked, standing at the end of the red carpet.

“Incredible,” Carmen replied. “Ready?” He asked as the coordinator ushered them in front of the step and repeat. It wasn’t a crazy paparazzi-filled stretch, but there were a handful of photographers there.

Vanessa stayed close to Carmen who proudly placed his left hand on her baby bump.

“This is way more fun than walking at graduation,” Vanessa said, looking at her husband who smirked with a small laugh. She decided in that moment she’d buy each and every photo taken of them that night.

It was fun for Carmen to catch up and see some familiar faces from his days living in New York, at least, the ones he enjoyed seeing.

He knew he wasn’t going to win Best Chef tonight anyway, so he just wanted to make sure that Vanessa enjoyed the evening and there was nothing more she loved than meeting new people.

“When are you due?” Miles Regent, a chair member of the foundation who awarded Carmen his first James Beard medal six years ago asked.

“Valentine’s Day,” Carmen replied proudly.

“Congratulations, Carmen, seems like you’ve got it all,” Miles, an older man with a perfectly groomed beard winked.

“I do,” Carmen countered, smiling as he remembered his fortune.

“Baby, do you know where we’re sitting?” Vanessa asked as the lights in the theater dimmed as a warning.

“Uh yeah, they put the nominees in a specific spot,” he said, looking around for the signage.

“I can’t wait to take these shoes off,” Vanessa said as she walked alongside her husband, who found their table and pulled out her chair.

“Want me to get you a bite to eat quick?” He offered, to which she nodded with complete adoration in her eyes. Carmen darted off toward the refreshments as music began to play, and by the time he came back with a small plate of pregnancy-friendly treats, Vanessa had already made friends with everyone else at their table.

Carmen took the time used by the presenters to talk about the Foundation and history of the awards to study Vanessa’s hand that he kept in his lap. He admired her wedding ring, her freshly manicured nails and the little veins that ran from her palm up her arm. He also was glad to take a bite of any of the hors d’oeuvres she couldn’t finish for one reason or another. He thought the food was actually pretty spectacular and made a note to as Miles who catered the event. How do you pick a caterer for a room full of the best chefs in America?

Then, the awards began. Best Emerging Chef, Outstanding Chef, Outstanding Restaurant... and on and on. Vanessa was making a mental list of all the places she wanted to visit after baby arrived.

Before they knew it, they were calling the category Carmen was nominated in was being presented. His division included chefs from Illinois, Indiana, Michigan and Ohio.

“The 2024 Best Chef: Great Lakes is Carmen Berzatto,” the presenter read off the card. Vanessa’s head whipped around to face her husband who looked equally as stunned. He impulsively stood up, his legs acting on their own accord and Vanessa followed, giving him a big hug and a soft kiss to his cheek – both of them a little shocked.

“Get up there!” She giggled, eyes wide. He nodded, still in complete surprise. The presenter elaborated as he found his bearing.

Carmen Berzatto is only the second chef to be named both Best Emerging Chef and Best Chef in the history of the foundation.

Carmen made his way to the stage, standing at the podium as the medal was slipped around his neck. Now, he had to say something.

“Wow, not to sound cliché but I really was no expecting this,” his fingers grazed the medal which sat not too far below his collarbone. “Of course I would not be up where without the work of my amazing team at The Bear, it’s entirely a group effort,” he began. “When we changed my family’s restaurant over from what we’d been doing for fifty years to something entirely new, I don’t think in our wildest dreams we’d reach something like this,” he said honestly, “we mostly just needed to stay in business,” he added, earning a laugh from the crowd. Vanessa’s eyes flooded with tears. She was so proud of her husband she was sure she could take flight.

“This is entirely impossible without my beautiful wife who is patient, understanding, encouraging and supports me endlessly, no matter what,” he said, barely finding Vanessa’s gaze from under the stage lights. “I think anyone here can understand what it’s like in this industry and the demands it makes on us, but also our families, and she’s my partner in everything I do – there is no me without her.” Vanessa let out a wet laugh. “Thank you,” he said simply before being applauded off the stage.

As the next presenter took the stage for the final award of the night, Carmen appeared from beside the table, hastily taking his seat with his medal still around his neck. The moment he was settled in his seat, Vanessa pounced with a big, firm kiss.

“Carmen,” she said with wide eyes. “What just happened?” she whispered aggressively, a wild smile on her face.

“I have no idea,” Carmen whispered back, their hands clasped together. Thankfully, there was only one more award for the night and soon the ceremony came to a close. However, everyone wanted a piece of Carmen as the scheduled agenda wrapped up.

He did his best to accommodate those who approached him, shaking lots of hands and forgetting many names, but being as gracious as possible nonetheless. Soon, however, he could tell Vanessa was powering through and he wanted to get her back to the hotel.

Carmen, from across the room, encountered a familiar face. Not a friendly face, but familiar nonetheless. His former director who lived and died to make Carmen’s life fucking miserable.

He gave Carmen a smile, which was not returned. And as soon as Carmen made eye contact, he broke it again, ushering his wife out of the front door to where a car was already waiting to take them back to their hotel.

Vanessa let out a scream of excitement as soon as the car door closed behind Carmen.

“You did it!” She laughed, “Carmen! Congratulations!” She squeezed his hands in hers. “I’m so proud of you!”

“I can’t believe it,” he laughed, thoughts of his former director already banished from his mind.

“I can!” Vanessa insisted, scooting closer to him as the car pulled away from the theater. “I’m so happy for you, you earned this,” she said, kissing him again.

They bribed their driver to stop by a by-the-slice pizza spot where Carmen loaded up a box with all kinds of options and a fistful of cannoli.

“I don’t think it gets any better than this,” Vanessa smiled, laying back on their plush hotel bed in her plush hotel robe, double-fisting two pieces of pizza beside Carmen.

“I think it will get a little better,” Carmen reminded, sliding his hand over her belly.

“Okay, fair,” she giggled, making him smile. They shared a comfortable silence as they ate their pizza.

“Last time I won a James Beard,” Carmen spoke up. “I was so fucking miserable,” he said quietly, tearing off a piece of crust. “I was leaving Madison Park – not sleeping, living off of Xanax, cigarettes and kitchen scraps,” he listed off, Vanessa listening intently, slowly shifting to lay on her side and face him fully. “I hated waking up, hated going to work, hated leaving work, hated going to bed,” he tallied, “and I was sure that was as good as it was ever going to get. I was being rewarded for living the most miserable life.”

Vanessa reached over, resting her hand on his bicep.

“I guess I didn’t think I could do this while also being happy,” he said sincerely. “I meant what I said, Ness,” he scooted a little closer, turning so they were nestled closely, sharing a pillow. “You make me happier than I’ve ever been – sometimes I forget how hard shit was before you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Vanessa smiled softly.

“You’re a star, Carmen,” she replied gently. “I feel fortunate just to be in your galaxy,” she pecked his lips. “We love you so much,” she added, gently grasping his hand and setting it on the bump.

“You make all my dreams come true,” he said, thumb rubbing back and forth over her little belly.

“Do you know what would be a dream come true for me?” She asked, taking advantage of her captive audience. “If I can have that last cannoli.” Carmen laughed, loudly and carefree before acquiescing to his wife’s demand.

“Anything for you, Ness.”

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mika-ayumi · 3 months

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The award show

The sound of heels clanking and squeals of excitement could be heard.

"Clarissa hold still!" Alastor chuckled fixing the roses on His co-hostess dress. "I can't help it Alastor! I'm excited!! We're were nominated! US!!!" She giggled. Alastor smiled softly. If alastor had to listen one sound for the rest of his life. It'd his close friend laughter. "Well we aren't gonna make it in time if you keep moving and I can't pin the roses down" he chuckled "Sorry Al I'm just so excited! Could you imagine us in the papers!! I can see it now "Devil deer radio hosts win the Radio award Crystal!" She squealed. Alastor flashed his signature grin. Turning to Mirror after finally fixing the roses.

"It will be quite the sight to see"

"We're gonna hang up it right Al?"

"It's gonna framed right next to the award mon cher" He said he fixed his bowtie.

Clarissa looked at herself and Alastor in the mirror. Honestly if you told her and her childhood friend was nominated for a radio award 3 years ago she wouldn't believe you. But here they were! Nominated for the biggest radio award. "Well Mon cher. How do you think we look?" "Like we are gonna win that award!" She giggled. "I just hope I don't trip on this dress."

"Even if you do I'll make sure to catch you"

Alastor smiled. "You better mister!" Clarissa teased. "Now let us go my dear! We don't wish to be late now do we?" "Nope!" Linking arms they walked out the door to the Radio awards. The bright lights and sounds of jazz filled the room. "Al this place is so fancy it's a bit intimidating." Alastor chuckled softly "Don't tell your using your nerve already the show hasn't even started yet Mon cher!" "No! I'm just saying this place looks it's owned the Richy rich" The building was huge with bright lights and a huge chandelier in the middle of the room it looked almost made of pure glass. Food lined the tables on the sides of the room. Clarissa thought it was beautiful. "Alastor!" Snapped out of her daze. "And Clarissa wonderful to see you both!" "Thomas Verain. Pleasure to see you again." Alastor glared with a smile. Thomas Verain was their radio rival. He had light brown hair the fluffed on the sides. His green suit was a contrast to bright reds of Alastor and Clarissa outfits.

"Same to you." Thomas said with gritted teeth. He quickly turned to Clarissa with a grin "Might I say my dear you look divine tonight." Thomas kissed her hand causing her hold on to Alastor's arm tighter with her other hand "your beauty as always rivals the angels in Heaven." Alastor glared. One of his least favorite things was anything who caused Clarissa discomfort. Thomas was one of those things. Thomas had this habit of trying to get her to join his radio station. It frankly with no better word. Pissed Alastor off. Clarissa told him no. Every single time he asked. The fact he kept asking bothered Alastor to no end."That is enough Mr.Verian." Alastor pulled Clarissa closer to him "Again.. Thomas my answer is no." "it always.will.be.a.no." Alastor said with a smile which failed to hide the venom the dripped from his voice. Thomas scowled as they walked passed. "Thanks Al..." "Of course my dear!" "I swear I don't know why he won't ta-EEP!" Clarissa fell foward. Alastor caught her looking behind them to see Thomas's sickly smile his foot the back of Clarissa dress nearly ripping it. His hand tightened around her arms as he held her back up. Making her uncomfortable was one thing. But trying to hurt her. Causing her pain. was another. He needed to pay. "God I can't stand the man." Clarissa scoffed. Opting to hold the back her dress instead. "Well at least I made good on my promise. I said I'd catch you my dear!" Alastor smiled choosing to deal with the little pest later. His first order was to make sure his co-hostess could smile again. "That you did!" She smiled brightly. "Now my dear let us head to our seats"

That night they got out there award. With both of their Names written on it.

"ITS SO SHINY AL!! You think it's made out of real gold?" He chuckled "Heavens no! Where would they even get it?" "I don't know! Where do they get silver? Probably there!" Alastor sighed then laughing softly "You my dear are tired." "Nuh uh! I'm perfectly awak-" a yawned interrupted her "Mhm want to repeat the my dear?" "... Shush." He laughed. "Let's get you home yes?" "fineeee" "Besides my dear we still have a show tomorrow morning!"

Alastor wasn't planning on hunting. It was the greatest night of his life. But. You know what make even better. Hunting the thing that almost ruined it. Humming a tune he heard the award show. As the screams of Thomas ran through out the forest. "Thomas come out! We aren't children! I have no time for hide and seek" his voice unnaturally chirper. His Shadow speeding through the forest finding him quickly causing Thomas to trip. "There you are." He said in such a sing song voice. "Alastor lets talk about this friend.." "I think you've done enough talking tonight now hold still" Alastor raised his axe and

THATS THE END

Thank you all for reading!

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Goosebumps - A Benedict Cumberbatch Fanfic - Part One

“Would you stop freaking out! It’s going to be okay!”

I had been examining my final look in the mirror while I was panicking to my best friend. I had a long tight elegant black dress on along with a black pair of heels that showed off my legs rather nicely.

I whipped around to look at my best friend, Noah, who also conveniently was my make-up artist.

“How could you say it’s going to be ‘okay’ when it’s not OKAY!” I frantically yelled as I grabbed both of her shoulders and shook her.

She burst into laughter as she shook her head and continued to apply the finishing touches of my makeup.

“At least we know you picked the right profession, drama queen, and anyways, this is everything you ever dreamed of. I know it’s scary, but scary things are usually just hidden gems in disguise. Don’t let it discourage you and even if you don’t win, you still are an amazing fucking actress!”

I threw my head up, looking up at the hotel lobby ceiling trying to stop any tears from coming out and ruining my makeup.

“Bestie! Stop! I’m going to ruin my makeup!” I laughed as I fanned my face with my hands

Noah hugged me tightly and laughed with me as she wiped away a few of her own tears.

Suddenly my agent and good friend, Jackson, walked up to us and wrapped his arms around both Noah and I’s shoulders. He bent down to our level and looked at the both of us with a ginormous smile.

“Are we ready to go to the fucking OSCARS, my ladies?!” He emphasized “Oscars” as we all cheered loudly, the rest of our team joining in.

We were escorted out of the hotel through the back to be sure no fans or paparazzi tried to see me before the award show and to be careful not to spoil my outfit. We piled into two different blacked-out SUVs and headed off toward the venue of the Oscars.

The drive took about ten minutes, plus the time it took to wait and get out of the car. A few of my bodyguards, Jackson and Noah talked amongst each other. They couldn’t wait for tonight, to watch everyone’s hard work finally pay off.

I on the other hand wanted to take this time to center myself before stepping out in front of hundreds of fans and cameras. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Honestly, I was trying not to throw up the few tequila shots we all took in the hotel room from all the nerves I was feeling. I steadied my shaky hands from the anxiety and drew in one last deep breath before opening my eyes again.

Looking out the window, the event was now in view as we sat in the line of celebrities waiting to get out and walk the red carpet. Cheering fans hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite stars lined the sidewalks.

I couldn’t believe I was here. I dreamed of this moment since I could remember. I was a new actress who had her big break this year in a major film that broke box office records. My costars, Mark Wahlberg, and Hailee Steinfeld certainly helped with that. My head is still unable to believe how I, Nadine Pierce, could have ever achieved such a thing, to be in a movie with such big names.

My SUV came to halt, and Noah grabbed my hand, squeezing it.

“We are going to be right behind you the whole time, you got this! You deserve this!”

I gave her a hug and I turned my attention to Jackson who started talking.

“So, quickly before we get out let’s run through the red-carpet plan one more time. Noah and I...” he motioned between the two of them “Are going to get out this door, and you that door. Then we will follow behind as Sandra, your publicist, guides you down the carpet and tells you what to do. You’ll take pictures, sign some autographs, and do some interviews. After, you’ll enter the venue and finally get to sit down and relax before the award show stars.”

Jackson took a deep breath before giving my hand a squeeze as well. “You’ll do great! Have fun! Enjoy the payoff of your hard work. Got it?”

“Got it” I said with a smile. I took one last deep breath before the car door flew open and the sound of screams filled my ears.

Joe, one of my bodyguards, held out his hand and helped me step out of the SUV. Instantly my eyes were met with the flashes of cameras

“Nadine!”

“Nadine! Look over here!”

“Nadine! Can you turn to your right a little bit!”

I made my way down the red carpet, and I was having such a good time. I was finishing up some pictures when I saw both Mark and Hailee were doing an interview. I did a light jog over, trying not to trip in my heels.

“I must have missed my invitation to this party!” I said as I ran up behind Hailee and Mark, wrapping my arms around their lower backs and standing between them. Everyone snapped their heads towards me, and they all happily welcomed me.

“Oh shit! An Oscar award winner just showed up!” Mark said, as he gave me side hug

“Stop! The show hasn’t even started yet! I mean, you two are more likely to be winning your categories than I am! I feel way too new still!”

Hailee turned to me surprised, “I have a good feeling that luck is on your side tonight too!”

I blew her a kiss and we all laughed. The interviewer asked us a few questions about our movie, and we said our goodbyes.

“Hey! Where are you guys sitting?” I asked before moving on to sign some autographs

“I am table 3 I think!” Hailee said. I grabbed her hands and said, “Me too!” and we both jumped excitedly.

“Oh god help me! A whole evening with you two?” Mark said, jokingly hitting his forehead

“ARE YOU TABLE 3” Hailee and I both screamed in unison and Mark nodded his head yes. We ran up to him and started jumping around him excitedly

“Alright! Alright! Go enjoy the rest of the walk down and I’ll see both of you at the table!” Mark said

We all laughed and hugged each other as we moved on down the rep carpet.

As I continued my way down the carpet, I got to meet a few amazing actors who had surprisingly come up to tell me how big of fans they are. I feel as if this is a fever dream.

I was waiting a moment before it was my turn with the last interviewer at the end of the red carpet and Noah who had been standing on the side waiting quickly jogged up to me. She leaned in closely, whispering in my ear.

“Don’t turn around now, but the ONE and ONLY Benedict Cumberbatch is behind you” and as quickly as she came up, she was gone, back to the side and giving me a thumbs up.

I froze in place, my heart started beating fast and my hands turned sweaty. I looked directly at Noah with wide eyes. She clapped her hands excitedly as she was entertained by watching you be flustered by your celebrity crush. It took everything in my power to not turn around and fangirl on my absolute favorite actor.

Suddenly my breathing hitched in my throat as I felt a gentle squeeze on my arm and heard a rich and delightful British accent.

“Hey Love, I think they are waving you up” I heard him say in my ear as goosebumps ran up and down my arms.

Looking over my shoulder in what felt like slow motion, my eyes were met with his bright blue ones. He smiled brightly down at me while I stood there looking stupid with my mouth slightly open. I was in disbelief that this moment was real. Benedict Cumberbatch was looking at ME and I could have nearly fainted then and there.

I nervously laughed and mumbled some incoherent words before rushing up to the interviewer. She had warm and fun energy to her and welcomed me with open arms.

“I see you just met, Benedict Cumberbatch?” She said laughing and pulling out of the hug

“I think so” I nodded my head laughing, still in shock

“Everyone reacts the same way when they meet him for the first time. He’s a delight!” The interviewer responded and we shared a laugh, and I nodded in agreement.

My eyes betrayed me as I caught them glancing over to Benedict who was standing a few feet behind you, watching you intently with a smile. My cheeks went hot as I quickly directed my eye contact back to the interviewer who was now changing the subject.

“I want to start by saying I am a huge fan! This must be so surreal for you!”

“Thank you so much! It is! I’m walking down the red carpet in awe. I just am so lucky and thankful for this experience and to be able to have people around me to share it with!”

The interview continued for a few more minutes and we said our goodbyes. The whole time I fought my urges to glance over at Benedict who I could feel was looking at me. I made myself look like a fool the way I mumbled words that weren’t even understandable.

I hurried over to Noah and Jackson who had been patiently waiting for me. Noah touched up my makeup as Jackson handed me some water.

“Here, drink. I know you're thirsty after what just happened” Jackson smirked, and I gasped

“You guys have no idea how embarrassing that was! We need to get out of this area!”

I said as I grabbed both of their hands and pulled them into the venue all while they laughed hysterically behind me.

“Nadine it’s okay! He’s a fine-looking man!” Noah said while still laughing

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Thank you for reading! Disclaimer that all this is just fantasy and in no way to harm any real people. I loved writing this and hope people like it and want more!

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Who's Chris Evans?

hey guys!! i've had this in my drafts for ages and i just finished it so here you go!!!!!

warnings: maybe a swear? revealing a relationship... idk. it's just fluffy

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you're on the late late show and you're also married to chris.

“When did you and Chris first meet?”

James Corden leaned in a little as you thought back to the first time you ever met the man in question.

“Y/n, Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan are here to see the show tonight. Do you want me to bring them backstage?” Your tour manager asked, walking with you as you went to take your mark.

“Sebastian Stan is here?” You stopped walking, eyes blown wide. Sebastian Stan as in… you’re favorite character from Gossip Girl… was here? At your show?

“And Chris Evans, yes.” He said.

“Who’s Chris Evans?” You asked, continuing on your way backstage so you could walk up the stairs onto the stage.

“You know that new comic book movie, Captain America? He’s playing Captain America.” He explained and it clicked. You had seen the advertisements about the new movie and the preview clip at the end of the Iron Man movie.

Wow, they were here? That’s crazy.

“Yeah, bring them back!” You said right as you were running out onto the stage, your first song beginning.

* .

Once the show was over, you came backstage, prepared to sit down and chill out. Walking into your dressing room where your mom, manager, and a few crew members where, you flopped on the couch, completely exhausted.

The door opening didn’t catch your attention. Your tour manager walking in didn’t catch your attention. But hearing him clear his throat and introduce the two people he brought with him certainly did.

“Y/n, this is Chris and Sebastian!” He said and you shot up out of your seat, extending your hand to shake. A smile graced your face as you looked at the two very attractive men standing before you.

“Hi! I’m Y/n, it’s really nice to meet you guys!” You said, feeling your heart skip a couple beats.

Introductions were made and you all sat down, having a conversation, laughing at jokes and becoming closer than you thought possible for one night.

“Oh, I should take this…” Sebastian trailed off. Before he left, you caught sight of the name on his screen and saw it was Leighton Meester. You tried not to freak out because she is your absolute favorite character on Gossip Girl.

It was just you and Chris left. He moved a little closer to you but you didn’t think anything of it. All night, you had felt a spark between the two of you but you didn’t think he would feel the same way so you kind of just brushed it off. That is until he speaks up after a moment of silence.

“You know, Y/n… I’m gonna kick myself if I don’t do this. I think you’re really cool and I was wondering if maybe you’d want to grab dinner sometime or something?”

“Yeah, he asked me out and honestly the rest is history. We’ve been together ever since!” You finished your story, hearing the crowd begin to cheer.

“That was how long ago now?” He followed up.

“That was uh… that was 11 years ago. Damn.”

“So, you’ve been tied down for 11 years now and nobody’s known?” You giggle as the crowd gasps and laughs, nodding your head. You look over to the wings of the set and see Chris with a beaming smile on his face, waiting for his cue to come out.

“Yeah! It hasn’t been easy but it’s been nice to have a place I could escape to. I’ve seen so many great things be torn apart by the media and I didn’t want my relationship to be added to that list, so we just chose not to make it public knowledge.”

“How did you manage that?”

“There was a lot of going in through back doors and leaving the house in different cars just to go to the same place. A lot of “no pictures please” and “don’t post any of this.” Like I said, it hasn’t been easy.” You sighed, spinning the ring on your finger as a comfort tactic.

“We actually have Chris here, if he would like to come on out and join Y/n on the couch!” The man announced, crowd erupting into loud cheers and screams. He comes out from behind the curtain with that same smile on his face, waving to the crowd and the cameras.

You stood up to greet him with a smile and a kiss.

“Hi baby,” He smiled at you, pulling you into him tightly, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before releasing you to sit back down. He shakes James' hand before sitting as close to you as he can and resting his hand on your thigh, resting your hand over his. His other arm curls around the back of the couch over your shoulder. You hear a collective awe from the crowd and smile, looking over at him and catching his gaze.

He sends a wink your way, loving the way your face heats up even after all this time.

“You two are just the cutest!” James cries, pulling you out of your daze and you look back over to him, seeing a gleaming grin on his face. He was very happy the two of you had finally decided to come out with your relationship. He'd been a friend of yours for a few years and was excited you chose his show to be the platform you broadcasted the news on.

Chris giggled and leaned over to peck your cheek a few times, causing your face to burn even more than it already was.

“So, Y/n is it true that Chris is actually a co-writer on your latest album? Under a pseudonym?” James asks, moving on from fawning over the two of you.

“Yeah, actually! Uh, with the lockdown, I didn’t want to go into it saying “Alright, it’s time to make the next album.” I kind of just sat back and said whatever happens will happen and one day I walked into the music room we have in our house and Chris was playing the guitar and humming this tune and I immediately heard what would end up being the finished version of Slow Burn.” I explained, looking over to see if Chris wanted to add anything.

“I had never done anything in the songwriting realm before that. I had always wanted to leave that to her and let it be her thing, so when she asked me to write the song with her it was kind of nerve wracking. Cause there I was, writing a song with a Grammy Award winning songwriter. It was very intimidating!” He said, bragging about your accomplishments like he always did. He’s a very proud husband.

“Well now, Chris, you are also a Grammy Award winning songwriter! Golden Hour won Album Of The Year, didn’t it?” James looks between the two of you with a small smile.

“It did, yeah!” He smiled, looking over at you.

“How many is that for you now Y/n?”

“Uh… that’s a good question.” The crowd laughed, causing a giggle to erupt from you. “11 I think… Yeah, 11.”

“11 Grammy Awards?!” James’ eyes bugged out. You nodded, a blush blooming on your skin. Chris giggled as you hid your face in his neck and the audience followed suit, giggling at how adorable the two of you were.

“Chris, you've got yourself a very talented lady here!” Chris looked over at you with a look you saw often in his eyes. You saw it every day actually, he was telling you he loved you without really having to say it because after all this time the two of you just knew.

“I do, I really do!”

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For Better or Worse: Part 2

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It had been two months since your breakup. Or maybe it’s been three, honestly, it’s been hard to keep track anymore. The more you wallowed in self pity and the more you repeatedly ran through the argument in your head, the more you realized how right he was. You’ve can’t ever recall feeling this ‘off’ before. Like the extreme tiredness no matter how much sleep you got, the lack of enthusiasm for anything or anybody. It was getting easier and easier to ignore calls from your mom and friends. The breakup giving you a valid excuse for the moping.

There wasn’t anything unusual about this day. Work, eat whatever remained of last week's groceries, swallow down a couple sleeping pills around 8. But tonight was different. As you laid in bed, feeling that lovely heaviness set into your bones, all you could think about was Obispo. Despite the fuzziness, your brain was running through the best and worst times of your relationship. And through the drug induced haze, the only thing you wanted to do was talk it out, face to face.

It was a terrible idea. By the time you stumbled around the house pulling on some worn light jeans and a sweatshirt, the pills were taking hold. Your grip was loose and eyesight was questionable at best. It was only a 10 minute drive you reasoned while pulling out of the long driveway. As you drove through the quiet neighborhood, you wrote out a quick text. Figured it would be better to give the man a heads up. He was never a fan of surprises.

The keyboard was blurry as you tried to write out something that was coherent, ‘fuck,’ you cursed, narrowly avoiding side swiping a car on main street. ‘This might be a bad idea’ you mumbled. Because the threat of sleep was pulling you under and the straight road was almost hypnotizing in its uniformity. The speed limit was 35 but you had to be up in the high 40’s feeling desperate for Obispo to hear what you had to say. In your warped brain you thought about closing your eyes. It was only a second. Your hand dropped heavily into your lap. The car drifted. The impact woke you up, your body thrown forward making contact with the expanding airbag. You were out before you could blink again.

Third Person POV

Frankie was first at the scene with an ambulance following shortly behind. Car accidents were not his favorite thing, like there was any call that he actually preferred to get. This call wasn’t any different.

What was once a relatively new cherry red honda civic was now half crushed against a light pole. Steam billowed out from the bent hood and an acidic smell filled the air as liquid dripped from multiple places of the smashed vehicle. He was betting on a DUI, although he wouldn’t get that info until the hospital confirmed. This would be his twelfth ticket for it this month alone.

He knew whose car that was, sort of recognized her face as paramedics wheeled Y/N to the ambulance. He never met the woman in person, but he could at least recognize her from the protection surveillance gigs he’s done for Bishop.

Frankie considered himself to be a good cop, upstanding citizen, even if he accepted money from the local MC from time to time. Maybe that included leaking some inside information, looking the other way when doing searches. Occasionally, covering up murders. Okay. so he wasn’t gonna get an award for it but he reasoned that any cop would do it. Especially one going through a long and expensive divorce.

After setting up the perimeter and getting all the initial stuff out of the way, Frankie stepped away from the scene and made a call.

Bishop sat in Templo, finishing off his fourth or fifth cigarette, thinking about the club’s future. What this shit with the VM will do to his relationship with the guys and the other charters.

Hank slid the door of templo open slowly, catching Bishop’s glare. He slid Bish’s vibrating phone across the table. “Phone’s been ringing for the past five minutes. Seems urgent.”

Bishop heaved himself out of the chair, nodded to Hank, before headed towards the front door of the clubhouse. It was only 8:30 or so but he felt like he’d been awake for 24 hours already. Between the morning meeting with the cartel, the prison issue, and the shit with the Reyez brothers. Not to mention that long Templo discussion. He was at his limit.

The phone lit up again. Bishop huffed before heading out the porch and answering.

“Hey Bishop, it’s Frankie.”

A surprise call from Frankie was never good. “Frankie. What’s up?”

“Your girl was in a car accident.” Frankie didn’t actually know if they were still together. He only ever heard the gossip when he visited Vicky’s. The last thing he was focused on was Bishop’s love life. “Y/N” he clarified, on the off chance he was wrong.

Bishop straightened. “How bad?” He asked hesitantly.

“She’s alive as far as I know.” He answered truthfully. “Y/N wasn’t conscious when the ambulance arrived.” Frankie glanced back at the warped and crumpled metal. “The car is definitely totaled.” He paused. “It doesn’t look good.” The phone went dead then.

Bishop managed to explain the situation to Hank in one sentence before he was starting his bike and tearing out of the lot.

Y/N POV

The first thing you noticed before fully waking up was the pounding headache happening right above your eyes. The dry mouth and insistent beeping was next. You couldn’t remember what happened, why you were waking up in a strange place instead of in your own bed. Opening your eyes was a bad fucking idea. The florescent hospital light felt light stabbing pain directly through your skull. It took a couple tries before you got your eyes fully opened and functioning properly.

Obispo was the first person they latched onto. Maybe this was a hallucination? You thought. But the more you blinked the clearer he got. His hand was running over the lower half of his face repeatedly, a gesture that meant he was nervous. He looked disheveled to say the least. His hair was overgrown and wild, longer than he could usually stand before letting you cut it. His eyes had prominent dark spots underneath. You definitely looked worse for wear but it was slightly nice to know that the breakup had somewhat affected him.

The doctor who was talking to Obispo had turned when she noticed I was awake. “Hello, Ms. Y/L/N. How are you feeling?”

That had to be a joke, right? You tried shrugging but that caused a sudden sharp pain in your left side so you just grunted. Obispo walked in glanced at you questioningly, asking if he could come in.

You lifted a hand out and motioned for him closer. You still didn’t really know what happened but it was comforting when his large rough hand slid into yours. His thumb lightly traced over the back of it while the Doctor explained the extent of the injuries.

“Do you remember why you’re here?” Dr. Mittle asked.

“Um…” you glanced at Obispo before continuing. “No, not really.”

“That’s okay.” She said in a very gentle voice adding a slight smile of encouragement. “You were in a car accident. You sustained a pretty bad concussion, which I'm sure you already feel.” You grunted in discomfort. “And two broken ribs on the left side. No internal bleeding. Other than that, there’s bad bruising that’ll take some time to heal.”

“So, can I get out of here today?”

“No. We’re gonna keep you another night for observation. Watch that concussion to make sure there aren’t any serious issues.” Since I didn’t have any questions she pointed out the nurse call button in case you needed it before breezing out of the room, leaving silence in her wake.

“You scared me, querida.” He kissed the back of your palm lightly and stared into what felt like your soul. God, how you missed that look.

You looked down, playing with the top of the hospital blanket before mumbling, “I didn’t think you cared anymore.”

Guilt flashed across his face before he made himself busy around the room grabbing you a cup of water. It burned going down. “I could never stop caring about you, Y/N.” Obispo went back to standing by the bed, arms hanging at his sides.

There was a moment of awkward silence. “So, how’s the car?”

“Totaled. But don’t worry about that now. I’ll deal with it.” He was always one to take charge in a situation like this which didn’t always go well with you considering how stubborn you could be. But this time it was a blessing.

“Well. I did want a new car.” You said sarcastically.

“It’s a hell of a way to get one.” There was a slight tilt to his lips. Not a smile, but it was at least something. “You were driving to see me, right? That’s what the text was trying to say, I assume. It was a little jumbled.”

The text message jogged your memory. “Yeah, I was.” You pat the bed gently, hoping he would take a seat. Obispo did so, very carefully, making sure not to jostle the bed too much. “Look Obispo, you were right. About everything.” You gave him a look before he could interrupt. “Wait…I just…I just need to get this out. Um, I don’t really know what’s wrong with me, or what has been wrong with me. But I just can’t seem to shake the exhaustion. Or disinterest in anything, really.” You were starting to cry at this point. Feeling like you were completely exposed and vulnerable. Obispo reached out and grabbed my hand again but stayed quiet. “I wanted to tell you. But I didn’t even know how to explain it myself and you were so busy with the MC. I couldn’t stress you out anymore especially when I didn’t know what I needed.” You gestured to the hospital room and cracked a small grin. “Clearly I haven’t figured out how to help myself either.”

Obispo’s bushy eyebrows pulled down and he sighed in exhaustion. “I’m here for you no matter what. We would have figured it out.”

“This wasn’t something we could figure out, baby. Every week I thought it would get better. I thought I could pull myself out of it. The more I thought of figuring out how to explain everything the harder it got.” You wiped some tears running down your cheeks. “It was just easier to pull away. But I want to figure it out. I have an appointment with a psychiatrist next week and a therapist the week after. It might take a while but it’ll get better.”

Obispo sat quietly, mulling over everything you said with a perfected poker face. “This was what you were gonna tell me?”

“Uh. Yeah. I think. And If not last night then sometime soon. We left off at such a bad place.” You busied yourself with the blanket again and looked to the side, avoiding his eyes. “I also missed you.”

“I missed you too.” There was no hesitation in his voice. “It’s good to hear that you’ve decided to talk to someone.” There was a heavy pause. “I was an asshole Y/N. Caught up in club shit to really see it. I didn’t handle the situation the way I should’ve. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too. Neither of us handled it well.”

“May I?” He asked before toeing off his boots and laying beside you on the small bed. One arm wrapped very gently over your head and the other rubbing soft circles down your least injured arm. It was like being wrapped in a cloud. There was comfort in the worn leather of his kutte, the warmth of his body, strong arms wrapped around you. It was silent for a couple of minutes and your eyes started to close. “I didn’t cheat on you.” He added.

“I know.” You mumbled. “I’m tired.” You yawned and snuggled the least bruised parts of your body closer to his.

“Go to sleep, querida.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

Light fingers ghosted over your forehead then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You heard a ‘yes’ before giving in and drifting off into a deep sleep.

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Gift exchange

It’s Christmas Eve, and you’ve forgotten about your Christmas company party. Even worse you forgot to get a gift for the “not so secret Santa” - your company’s tradition. Wanna top it? Make it even worse? No problem. The person you were supposed to get a gift for? Your crush. Defsoul - the most talented, kindest and hottest person alive. What are you going to do now?

pairing: Lim Jaebeom (Defsoul) x reader

genre: smut, fluff, Jaebeom is a producer, Y/N is a manager

warnings: smut: daddy kink, light choking, ass play; foul language (please don’t read it if you’re not old enough)

words: 4989

A/N: TFW you try to write a GOT7 reaction, and you end up with one-shot. I know I’m kinda late with whole christmas theme but i wrote it last night and figured out I could post it anyway.

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You barely got to shut your eyes before your alarm tore you up from your dreams. It was nine in the morning, and you went to sleep at six AM because of your work. You groaned as you shuffled in bed cursing your job, three hours of sleep was not enough for anyone. Being manager of K-pop girl group was hard enough but being the manager in December when there was award show after award show and festivals - that was a nightmare. To other people December was equal to Christmas, gifts, parties, New Year's Eve but to you, it was synonymous with constant state of tiredness, your biggest wish right now was to spent Christmas break alone, just you and your bed. You sighed as you dragged yourself to shower. Girls had only slept for 5 hours, and you felt bad for them — not only were they invited to each award show that existed they also just have had a comeback. You could see how exhausted they were and yet your superiors still pushed for them to go to some stupid TV show on Christmas Eve. You got yourself ready and went to pick them up and get them to set.

The recording went smoothly, and you were already daydreaming about coming home early and passing out on your bed. It was six PM already, but you still had to drive girls home and step into the office for a bit. You sighed you'd be home eight PM at best - well it was still better than coming home at two or three AM. You were about to go and thank everyone for their hard work when your phone vibrated. It was your best friend and coworker.

"Hey Inha. What's up?"

"I wanted to check if you remember about the company party tonight."

You hit your forehead and groaned.

"OMG! You forgot! Have you bought a gift at least?"

"No..." you whined. You wanted to die. You had so much work lately that you've absolutely forgotten about that party — it was for staff only and each year you'd drew lots to pick the person you were supposed to give a gift to. It wasn't even secret Santa your boss simply came to conclusion that gift exchange would help out with forming friendships...

"Girl... Do you at least remember who you drew?"

Of course you remembered. How could you not. This was your lucky year, you got Defsoul the hottest, kindest and most talented person working for your label. You had a small crush on him since that day he gave up his coffee for you. You were falling asleep standing while girls were recording their vocals, and he chuckled at you before telling you to sit by him and drink some coffee. It probably meant nothing to him but that was one of the most stressful weeks in your life, and you weren't sleeping at all during that time — ITZY were about to make a debut, and you couldn't stop worrying over it. You remember how touched you were by this simple gesture, after all no one ever gave you coffee, usually you were the one getting it for other people. His looks certainly didn't help with your hopeless crush. He was H O T and not even simply hot, more like "I-look-like-an-idol" hot. He had a black mullet, piercing under his eye, he also had his nose and ears pierced to make matters worse for you he also had most hypnotizing almost feline-like eyes. Honestly you wondered why didn't he become an idol with a face and talent like that. After that one time, he would buy you a coffee whenever he had seen you and you two became somewhat close - you'd swing over his studio when girls had to train and talk about everything and nothing. He told you about his cats, his favorite restaurants, his passion for taking pictures and well you mostly told him about your job since you basically didn't have any private life - it really felt pathetic. He even took your photo once - telling you that the picture would help him later when he would be looking for inspiration (it is a mystery till this day how you haven't fainted that evening). One day you were waiting for girls to finish up their dance practice and fell asleep on one of the benches — it was difficult day for you since you haven't slept for twenty hours already (you had to fight off some crazy sasaengs and didn’t sleep whole night keeping an eye on their dorm — some would say you were overdoing it, but to you members of ITZY were like your little sisters). You woke up in his studio on his couch. He carried you there while you were asleep and tucked you in, covering you with his jacket. You were extremely embarrassed, apologetic and thankful at the same time. He chuckled at you before saying that it was okay and forced you to promise that you'd oversleep to work the very next day. Inha claimed he had a crush on you since he never treated her with the same kindness or anyone really. But you knew better, he was a good colleague. A good, extraordinarily attractive colleague you wanted to kiss and lick and...

"Hello? Earth to Y/N??" your friend snapped you from your thoughts.

"I have to go Inha! Thank you for reminding me! Love you!" You checked the time, there was no way you'd manage to drive girls back, buy a gift, get ready for a party and do all that without being late. You sighed you will have to improvise. You drove off girls and came back rushing straight to your apartment. The party started at 10 PM and you had to shower, somehow fix your sleep-deprived face and figure out how you're going to apologize to Def... You were home a few minutes before 8 rushing into your bedroom - at least you knew what you were going to wear. That would be the most expensive, or more like the only expensive piece of clothing you had — a birthday gift from girls. It was an oversized tuxedo jacket from Alexander Wang and you haven't worn it yet. You tried it on, it had quite deep cleavage, and exposed a lot of your legs, but you figured it would be ok for tonight. You smoothed out black velvety material before stepping out of it. You still had to shower and do your makeup. An hour later you were looking at yourself in the mirror — the mask Inha got you really helped out with bags under your eyes. You did good with makeup as well: it was soft brownish smoky eye, orange toned lipstick and some shimmers here and there — you actually looked healthy and well rested (a true Christmas miracle really). You looked even better after getting in your outfit — Ryunjin was right, the tuxedo like dress fitted your vibe. You even wore some black heels which didn't often happen since you always chose comfort over looks when at work.

Fortunately you got to the party on time even though you couldn't catch a taxi for twenty minutes or so. People inside were already mingling and drinking, and you decided to grab something to drink before looking for Def. You located a small table with champagne in the corner of the room. You downed two glasses as quick as you got there, and were already grabbing a third one when a voice spoke up startling you so much you jumped a little.

"Rough day?" Defsoul was standing next to you, whiskey in his hand, smirking at you. You immediately blushed and gawked at him. He was so handsome it was simply unfair. This man clearly woke up today and chose violence. He was wearing a silky black shirt — and it was quite unbuttoned, so you had a chance of seeing his broad chest (you were currently having a heart attack), and slacks he also styled his hair so that his forehead was exposed with one defiant streak of hair falling onto his brow bone. You wanted to groan. You fucked up — this could've been your chance to get him to like you more...

"Y/N? Are you alright?" he was genuinely concerned, and here you were, basically salivating and staring at him like a starved, nasty man. That was so embarrassing. You cleared your throat and looked away.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm just really tired today..." He smiled at you warmly, and you wanted to punch yourself for not getting him something, anything.

"That's great!" You gave him a confused look, and he bit his lip nervously while scratching the back of his head. He was so cute you could kiss him. Well to be fair you felt like you could kiss him any time. Why...why did you have to forget that bloody gift...

"I mean it's not great that you're tired... It's just… ah, shit I suck at this. Here." He handed you a plastic card, and you read it absolutely puzzled. Lifetime pass for coffee with Jaebeom — it also had a cute chibi character that looked just like Def, except it had some cat ears.

"Now you can get coffee whenever you want. I mean I know you can have it whenever you want anyway, I just thought that maybe you'd like someone to get it with... I mean get it for you… It's ok if you don't like it really, oh by the way I'm Jaebeom, I don't know if I already told you my real name or not…" he was rambling, and you were screaming inside your head. That was so cute. So kind. You wanted to hug him and kiss him so badly. "Ah, shit. I really do suck at this." he said more to himself than to you. You finally looked at him and grinned.

"I love it." you said and his eyes turned into big orbs before light pink colored his cheeks.

"You do?"

"I do. It's a perfect gift." you smiled, your heart swelled with happiness. You could technically go on a date with him whenever you felt like with this handy piece of plastic. That is if he wouldn't start to hate you in the next few minutes for forgetting his present.

"I'm glad." he grinned and it took your breath away. How come he was so perfect? You got even more nervous looking at the gift from him.

"Ah... I was your not so secret Santa as well…" you started.

"Really? So what did you get me?" he was genuinely interested, and you wanted to go back in time and kill yourself for forgetting about this party. You looked up. His eyes were gleaming with curiosity — you were fucked.

"It's me! I'm your gift!" you joked and looked down to cover your nervousness. You were about to say that it was just a stupid joke and apologize before he spoke up.

"I love it." his voice was deeper than normally, and you looked up shocked by it. He was checking you out, his hungry eyes traveling up and down. You've never seen him like that. You could feel warmth spreading on your cheeks under his intense stare, a tight knot forming somewhere near your core in excitement.

"Y-you do?" your voice faltered, and he chuckled while moving closer to you. He smelled musky with a hint of citrus. Your legs were about to collapse under you.

"I do." he hummed he was so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His hand brushed against yours as he bent down to reach your ear. You were sure your skin was burning where he touched you. "So, tell me Y/N, when can I unwrap you?" his tone was dark and dangerous and when he straightened up you've seen this gleam in his eyes as he smirked. Your legs felt like made from putty and you'd collapse if his hand weren't already wrapped around your waist. You couldn't believe it was happening. Your heart was beating so hard it was about to spring off your chest — you were wondering if he could hear it. You certainly could even though blood ringed in your ears. You felt your throat going dry and your panties getting moist.

"Def…" you started weakly. Shocked by your own voice — it sounded so needy.

"Call me Jaebeom.." he purred. "Would you like to go to my place? I don't think I can wait any longer to enjoy my gift…" You quavered from excitement, his voice was laced with a promise of sleepless night.

"Yes, let's go." you said and he smiled at you. You were sure you lost any oxygen you still had in your lungs at that moment. His hand left your waist, and you wanted to catch it and wrap yourself with it again. Instead, he grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his, smiling at you sweetly before he led you outside. You couldn't focus on anything else, but his fingers wrapped around yours. His hand was warm, and he held you firmly, his skin soft and delicate. You managed to quickly catch a taxi and through whole drive Jaebeom's hand lazily travelled up and down your thigh. His gentle fingers sending sparks to your core every time he brushed the inside of your leg. You glanced at him, eyes filled with desire — he shivered, and it made you feel a different kind of excitement — you didn't know that you had this kind of effect on him. You got out of the taxi and his hand was instantly on yours, he was almost dragging you skipping every other step as he rushed upstairs to his apartment. He opened the door and let you in. Immediately three cats came in and brushed against your legs. You smiled softly.

"They like you.." Jaebeom murmured against your neck while taking off your coat for you, you gasped at the feeling, and he released low chuckle before he started planting soft kisses against your neck — each time his lips touched your skin your muscles clenched with anticipation. You couldn't wait any longer. You turned around and looked at him, his eyes were glued to your lips and excitement bubbled somewhere below your stomach.

"I waited so long for this..." he started but never got to finish as your lips were on his in a second. Even his lips felt like cotton, and you sighed against him when he kissed you back. He was clearly enjoying slow kisses. You grew impatient once again and licked his lower lip, he gave you access you asked for, and your tongue brushed against his hungrily. You could already feel how wet you were, arousal making your panties stick to you painfully. Jaebeom's hand travelled around your back dropping dangerously low now and then but never grabbing you — you really wanted him to hold you and take you roughly. Once again you grew impatient this night. You took his lower lip in between your teeth, you bit it hard and moaned. That seemed to make him lose his cool, he let out a growl that travelled straight to your core.

"Bad girl..." he said before he turned you around and pushed you against the wall so that your back was facing him. His tongue already on your earlobe, you sighed and shivered when he licked it and let out breaths against wet, sensitive skin. "I wanted to take it slowly, but you're so eager, so impatient…" he was purring into your ear, and you were aching down there more and more with each syllable.

"Jaebeom..." you moaned as you pressed your ass against him. He sucked some breath in when you pushed down against his hard length, his body working on its own accord, one hand already on your hips pressing you harder when the other one cupped your breast. This is not how he envisioned tonight, he thought that he'd at best confess his feelings not have you here crumbling in his hands while moaning his name. Your hips bucked against his by itself as soon as you felt how hard he was. His hand grabbed your clothed breast, and you regretted wearing anything. You wanted to feel him against you naked skin not through layers of clothing.

"Jaebeom-ah..." you moaned his name again, and he rewarded you with sucking on your neck — it was painful yet pleasant, and you almost forgot what you wanted to say before he licked the fresh mark and kissed it. "Didn't you say you wanted to unwrap me?" You said in weak voice still affected by his mouth on your neck. He laughed against your skin, and you thought that's how paradise would sound like.

"You really are impatient... do you want me to fuck you so bad?" he asked rubbing into you, his dick almost in pain from the friction.

"Yes...please..." you panted out, and he let out some animalistic sound upon hearing how needy you were. He made you face him and unbuttoned your tuxedo-like-dress before he tossed it somewhere behind him. You shivered under his stare. He pulled you into him and his hands immediately travelled to your ass, grabbing it and lifting you up without effort. He began kissing your jaw, neck, collarbones, and you tilted your head, so he could have better access. He carried you to his bedroom and laid you down carefully on the mattress before he took a step back. His sheets smelled just like him, and you sighed in pleasure, sinking deeply into his fragrance. He bit his lip seeing you in his bed, wearing nothing but lacy underwear. However, you didn't want just lay and wait, you got up and reached out to his own shirt undoing the buttons hastily, but he didn't let you, he was in control. He held your hands and pushed you back on bed. You bounced and your hair created a sort of crown, spreading around your face — it emphasized your features even more, and Jaebeom felt as if he was making love to some kind of goddess. Your lips, eyes, hair, body everything was perfect. He wanted to taste you already.

"You need to ask me nicely." He smirked at you and you pouted a bit before a mischievous gleam appeared in your eyes. You let one of the straps fall from your shoulder and gave him an innocent look before taking off the other one as well. Just one move and Jaebeom would see your torso naked. He bit his lip unintentionally, when you pushed your breast closer while also moaning.

"Pleeeaaase... undress already and fuck me... daddy." He groaned - you'd be the end of him. He quickly tore any clothes that were on him leaving only his boxers on, and you stared him down hungrily. Saying he was beautiful was and understatement. He was perfect. His skin was light and smooth, it gleamed in the moonlight that illuminated the room through a small window located right above the headboard. It was still dim, but you could clearly see the outline of muscles on his stomach, and a tempting v line, waiting for you to be licked on his abdomen.

"Take off your bra." he ordered and you obediently followed. His eyes devoured your glistening breasts, two darker beads already hard and inviting him in. He licked his thumb and brushed it against your nipple watching intently for your reaction. You didn't disappoint him as you arched your back hungry for his touch. He took another one into his mouth, his tongue making circles around it for what felt like forever. The sound of his wet licks and your quickened breath feeling the silence of the room. You squeezed your legs looking for any kind of release, it didn't help much. Your core was aching and since you could only wait for him to bring you pleasure you closed your eyes and focused only on the sole path of his tongue. It was almost like a torture and Jaebeom seemed to enjoy it greatly, lazy licks, circles around your nipples, blowing cold air on them to hear your whines. And so when he finally sucked on your swollen nipple you moaned his name so loudly his neighbors could hear you. His dick twitched in his boxers. He couldn't wait for much long either, you were the most beautiful person he ever saw, and you were squirming under him, waiting for him to fuck you. He was honestly shocked he didn't take you against that wall in his hall when you pushed your ass against him. He smirked at you, he haven’t even fucked you yet and you were already having this kind of expression. His lips travelled from your breast lower and lower before his face hovered above your panties, hot breath on your wet, clothed pussy sending you almost over the edge. You looked down at him, his eyes were full of lust. He was so beautiful you felt like it was just a dream, not reality. When he pressed his nose against your wet folds you moaned again. He inhaled it a few times as if it was the most ravishing smell in the world.

"You smell so good I might go crazy." He actually was going crazy as his cock let out a bit of pre-cum only upon him smelling your pussy.

"Daddy... please..." you pleaded looking him in the eyes, he couldn't take it any longer. In one swift move he tore the panties off you, they were soaked, and he sniffed them one last time before throwing them out. He took off his own underwear, and knelt between your legs his cock in his hand already.

"You're so wet for me. Such a good girl, I'm going to fuck you so good." he purred out, and you could go off his words only. He put on condom quickly and teased your entrance before sliding into you slowly. He was watching your face intently as he didn't want to cause you pain.

"Just don't move for a second, you're so big I need to get used to the stretch." It was painful a and pleasant at the same time - the way he filled you up. He didn't buck his hips as you asked, instead he kissed your lips, your jaw, neck, and you kissed him back with passion. Soon he started rocking into you and you moaned into his mouth.

"Harder." you managed to say between the panting and kissing. He straightened up and increased the tempo, sweat building on his forehead.

"Harder..." you said and his hand went to your throat while he almost crushed into you. He choked you lightly, and you felt the orgasm building already.

"Daddy... harder..."

"You dirty girl. On all fours." You obediently followed his order and soon he was fucking you doggy style, his hand spanking you lightly. "You like that? You like when daddy takes you hard?" His voice was so low you shivered under him.

"Yes, daddy." you moaned out when his huge dick filled you with each thrust.

"You're so dirty and good to your daddy. I will reward you and play with your other hole." Before you could say anything he spat on your ass and his finger danced around the other entrance. Just that was enough for you to see white. Your toes curled and your head went back, you screamed his name like it was the only thing keeping you alive, and you could feel how he twitched inside you when you clenched around him in orgasm spasm.

"Y/N, ah... I'm cumming, I'm…" he said through gritted teeth while pounding into you. You both reached your highs and fell onto the bed. He discarded the condom and started kissing your back lazily.

"Do you want to shower together?" he asked.

"Yes, but I don't think I have enough energy to go for another round…" you said while turning his way. He was looking at you lovingly, his expression completely fucked out. He was beautiful, the most handsome you've ever seen him actually. You sighed when his fingers brushed off hair from your face in sweet gesture.

"That's ok, I'll just shower you and we can go to sleep." You nodded, and he took your hand and guided you to his bathroom. He switched on the shower and pulled you under the water when it was warm already. He was so delicate with you, soaping your body, shampooing your head. You smiled at him warmly, and he chuckled.

"You're really cute." he said with a smile after making and weird shapes out of your shampooed hair.

"Stop it, I'll blush." you said while getting under the water, he was quickly spooning you, kissing your back almost with devotion.

"Good, you're even cuter when you blush."

You both towelled yourself dry and Jaebeom even brushed your hair for you before pulling you back to bed. You cuddled your face into his chest and he closed his arms around you. You didn't know if it was one-night stand only, but you'd worry about your possibly broken heart in the morning since his scent was already inviting you to the dreamworld.

You woke up to some rumbling. You opened your eyes and shot up, fear washing over you — that wasn't your bedroom. Memories of last night came next, and you fell back to the sheets squealing quietly into his pillow. That's when the realization hit you. What if it was just one-night stand, and you were rolling around his bed happily in love like an idiot? You sighed but before you could do anything, the man in question came to the bedroom smiling at you warmly.

"You finally woke up sleepyhead." He sat next to you and bend down to kiss your cheek. You looked down. "What's wrong? Have I done something?" He looked concerned.

"I.. no." You said sitting up, and he raised his brow on you. Ugh, he was looking great wearing a plain gray hoodie. You sighed.

"Was that one just for one night? If it was a one-night stand tell me now before I do something stupid."

"One-night stand?" He looked at you offended. "One-night stand?! Do you even know for how long I've been crushing on you? It was few years of my desperate attempts to ask you out, buying you coffee, looking for you constantly. Hell, I even made Yugyeom exchange the stupid lottery draw with me, so that I could give you that card. I actually thought that would helped me out with asking you out. One-night stand?! Jesus, Y/N, he made me basically his slave for a day, and you're asking me if it's one-night stand?" He was angry, and you looked at him shocked, you have never seen him like that. "Do you want this to be one-night stand?!" he raised his voice again.

"No!" you answered him immediately.

"No?! Great, then you can... wait you said no?" He cleared his throat, and you could actually see him smiling like an idiot before he cleared it again. "Well… good because I made us lunch already, and it would go to waste otherwise." He tried to act cool. You giggled at him and pushed him down before sitting on top of him.

"You're cute." You said and he blushed looking away.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are. You are the cutest actually." He groaned in response getting even more red, and you giggled once again. It was the first time you got him to blush so much, usually it was just light pink appearing on the apples of his cheeks. You kissed his face leaving pecks all over it, he chuckled before speaking again.

"I don't want this to be one-night stand. I like you I was actually planning on asking you out yesterday."

"You were?"

"I was. So would like to go out with me?" he wiggled his brows at you and you grinned before nodding.

"Mmm. I'd love to." you answered and he pulled you for a lazy kiss.

"Come, I prepared some food for you. It's hardly festive, but it's something"

"I'm sure it's great. I just need to put something on myself first."

"You can have my hoodie and sweats." he said while looking through his cabinet. "Here." He handed you clothes and blushed once again mumbling that he will wait for you in the kitchen. He got embarrassed — that was just too cute.

You slipped in his clothes, his smell wrapping around you. You got out of the bedroom only to be greeted by three cats purring and brushing against your legs. You smiled and petted them, scratching them on their chins. Jaebeom was just standing and staring at you, still not believing his luck. You were wearing his blouse, it was hanging on you like a dress basically and his heart ached at this picture. You looked up and grinned.

"They like me!"

"I'm pretty sure they're going to like you more than they like me." He chuckled. "Now come, let's eat."

You nodded and entered his kitchen, there was kimchi jjigae and rice prepared for both of you. You smiled and sat down already salivating because of the delicious smell.

"Merry Christmas Y/N." He said looking up from his dish.

"Merry Christmas Jaebeom." You smiled at him lovingly. "So what did Yugyeom made you do?"

"Don't even ask." He said and you giggled. Let's just say you didn't get to spend the Christmas break alone in the bed like you wished.

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https://youtu.be/LNGEsU-BbHc Warnings: LaNgUaGe, Homophobia, Mentions of homophobia, Mention of a suicide (I'm sorry! But I promise the ending will be worth it 😭)

Word count: 5419

Theme: Some angst, but a lot of fluff, too!

Summary: Y/n L/n, Avenger, and famous cover artist has just reached her peak in the music industry. However, the recession begins when she's exposed to the world for being queer...and she falls into a pit. But with the help of her team, and that of a certain red headed Russian spy, perhaps she can use her gift to climb back up. Maybe even find some love along the way

Author's note: Honestly, I just love this song so much... I heard it for the first time a couple weeks ago when my best friend/cousin sang it and I just—I got *chills* that's how amazing it was! So, I decided to write something to feature it :) I hope you enjoy it in the end, and please let me know what you thought! I love reading y'all's comments!

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Parties at the Avengers Tower can all be perfectly summed up by two words. Tony Stark. Any one of the Avengers could confirm. It was simply just a fact.

Tonight's celebration was in honor of Y/n L/n, the first SHIELD Agent to win an award for something that didn't revolve around technology, weaponry, science, or education. You had just been named "best up-and-coming artist of the year," actually. Along with "best music video of the year." Everyone at the tower was positively ecstatic. So, to celebrate, Tony decided to throw his favorite little Avenger a grand party on his floor, which made sense because his floor had the biggest open bar. Which Tony took great pride in, for some reason.

Up until this past year, you'd mostly made a name in being a cover artist, until you'd written a song of your own, and blew everyone across the internet away. Especially your teammates, who'd never heard you sing before, until your face and music video were splashed across every news channel in the country.

It was almost funny walking into the common floor to the sight of everyone crowding around the tv mounted on the wall, staring up at the screen in awe. It was your video, which you'd filmed and recorded at a studio one of your non-SHIELD friends owned, playing. Surprisingly enough, you weren't embarrassed. If anything, you were excited. You'd never told anyone on the team about your little side-hobby, and you'd certainly never sung in front of any of them before. So watching them watching your video was damn near hilarious.

Bucky was the first to notice you standing behind the group, and he nudged against Steve's arm. It took the Captain a long moment to tear his gaze away from the screen, but when he did, it took him all of three seconds to reach you, and to pick you up in a great big bear-hug. He was laughing as he spun you, and you giggled as you struggled to grip his shirt to hold on.

The rest of the team were all quick to crowd around you once your feet touched the ground again, swarming you with praise and various questions. It only made it worse that everyone was there, including Strange, Sam, and Clint. That same group of people was here tonight as well, celebrating your success with you. You honestly couldn't have been happier.

The party lasted well into the morning hours, and half of the party was still awake and laughing at some of Tony's drunken stories. Something about Jarvis catching a video of him dancing to "Hips Don't Lie," or something. To which Vision simply averted everyone's gaze, instead focusing on Wanda. As best he could, anyways... Not even Tony was blind to the looks the android was getting from Pietro across the room.

Around 7:30 in the morning, Steve finally decided to call it. Sliding his arm under his boyfriend, who'd already begun snoring on his shoulder, he slowly stood up with the former Winter Soldier sleeping in his arms, making his way to the elevator. Pietro ran to get there before Steve though, pressing the buttons for him, then ran back to his previous spot. Bruce blinked in confusion upon realizing Pietro had left, but then when he blinked again, the man was back in the same spot as before. Natasha, upon noticing Bruce's confusion, simply chuckled and patted his shoulder as she stood, stretching out her arms.

Thor and Loki, sat side by side on the ottoman, were both about as sober as could be. So they (Thor, mostly,) started on the cleanup. You were close to getting up to help, until your head started pounding and you stumbled backwards into the arm of the couch. You giggled to yourself, for reasons unclear, and you felt someone's hands wrap around your arm to help you stand upright. It was Wanda.

"Hi Wands," you grinned. She smiled widely at you, leading you around the arm of the couch, to the couch itself. You sat back into the soft cushions, feeling your shirt slide up a little in the back, exposing your skin to the chilly air of the tower. You'd visibly shivered, earning a soft look from half the people left in the room. Several were immobilized on the couch around you, a couple on the floor, but you still found most of them smiling, including yourself.

"You guys are the best," you muttered, grinning yourself silly. A pair of hands came up behind you and rested on your shoulder, massaging the muscles around your neck and collarbone. You leaned into the touch, sighing contentedly.

"We're all really proud of you, Y/n/n. You've done so well."

You instantly recognized the voice as that of Natasha Romanoff, and you smiled. She'd been your closest friend, partner, and ally since the day you arrived at SHIELD, and she'd been the main reason you were taken on as an Avenger. She'd taken time to train you, and to help you learn your way around SHIELD. All the while she remained close by your side, as your trusted friend and ally.

A little while back it'd gotten rather tricky, when Governor Ross issued the Sokovia accords. Natasha had signed...you hadn't. There was an explanation for why you didn't sign though; it mainly had to do with Steven Grant Rogers.

From the day he woke up, you had been to Steve what Natasha was for you. He was your first real assignment, and you did everything for him that you'd learnt from Nat. Apparently it'd driven a sort of divide between you and your partner though, and by the time for signing came around, the two of you were fighting two different sides of a war. You believed Steve. You didn't believe in the accords. It was hard having to fight your best friend...but you couldn't let a man get killed for a crime he never committed.

After Bucky's name had been cleared though, and he was safely tucked away in the care of the Wakandans, it was much easier to rejoin Steve, Sam, and Natasha as a team. Your relationship with Natasha had been restored, and you couldn't have been happier. Things finally seemed back to normal between the two of you. You'd even gotten a chance to meet her sister, Yelena Belova. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to like you for some reason. Any time Nat said your name she would grit her teeth and glare at you, and even through a screen it ran chills down your spine. But Nat would take your hand in hers and squeeze lightly, sending you a small smile to ease your nerves.

You couldn't understand why meeting Yelena had been so nerve-wrecking, but having Nat right next to you somehow made it better. Just like in having her right there behind you now, a sense of calm just seemed to ease into your bones, and you couldn't help but relax into her touch.

"Thanks, Nat," you told her softly, still grinning like a fool.

The group sitting around you had all managed to look up at you, and they were all smiling. Even Tony, who'd seemingly collapsed onto an armchair to your left, was looking between you and Natasha, smirking.

"You deserve the world and then some, kid," he said. "You've got talent. You really do."

A slow heat rose to your cheeks as you let out an airy chuckle, shaking your head.

"It's not talent, Stark. It's just a lot of hard work, and practice."

"Bullshit," you heard Clint exclaim, from the armchair opposite of Tony's. "You think any of the rest of us could hit those notes you do? I'd bet there's a bunch of trained singers who can't do some of the stuff you can."

"Your covers came out better than their actual songs did!" Pietro chipped in. "Even those holiday crap ones!"

You let out a good laugh at that, and you could hear Nat's slight giggle from behind you.

"Speaking of which," Tony sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "It's December 1st today. Time for Christmas music!"

The billionaire suddenly jumped up from his chair, and raced to the panel mounted beside the tv on the wall. He swiped through various types of playlists, excitedly flipping through covers as he reached the desired "Christmas at the Tower" playlist. The very first song to play was actually one of your covers of "Winter Wonderland," and you immediately covered your face with your hands, which were frigid compared to the heat of your cheeks. Hearing your voice ring through the tower was finally enough to embarrass you, yet you still couldn't contain the smile pulling at your lips.

"I'm just gonna go to bed, you guys."

Nat's hands left your shoulders as you stood, and you shot her a grateful smile before waving at the rest of the team, turning slowly on your heel as you made your way to the elevator. Your head was pounding and you felt about ready to faint, but you really just wanted your bed right about now.

Once again, Pietro Maximoff ran to get there first, pressing the button for you. You muttered a soft "thanks" just before he'd run back to join the remaining party, to which he winked and disappeared in a flash of blue.

Watching the chrome doors slide shut from inside the elevator, you couldn't help the smile spreading across your face as you reminded yourself of the incredible family you'd come across.

It was a funny thought, that the reason everything seemed so great now was because of Thanos. Who knew what would have happened had the Avengers not stopped him in Wakanda.

That thought was much more scary than it was funny, though.

...

You'd slept all morning after crashing into your bed, refusing to get up until near 4 in the afternoon. It was nice though, being able to just rest after years of missions, destruction, and death. No more alien battles. No large-scale threats. No Hydra to ruin everyone's days. You could actually focus on your life, rather than the billions of others across the globe. It was peaceful.

Much like Steve, you'd given up hope to be a part of a real family long ago. Perhaps not as long ago as Steve, but still by several years. You'd paid little interest in dating, or finding someone to love you. Your focus, life, and time belonged to your job in protecting Earth. But after the war against Thanos, it seemed Steve had found that part of him again he'd lost in the ice. He'd actually started dating Bucky Barnes, of all people. Wanda and Vision finally got married as well, and they couldn't be happier. Tony and Pepper are even expecting a little girl now, whom they're planning on naming Morgan, after Pepper's strange uncle, or something. People who'd given up on having a normal life were finally getting to build one. And it seemed so easy for all of them. Perhaps you'd just spend a while longer waiting. At first it doesn't seem so bad...but when you watch all the others leading their new lives in separate directions...it gets hard.

Not as many people live in the tower as they did before. Nor do they stay at the compound as often. You'd made a home at the tower long before a majority of the others had, and that was okay.

After the war, Vision and Wanda had decided to live at the tower rather than somewhere across the globe, as they'd originally planned. With the Infinity Stones long destroyed, they could finally live happily together. And of course Pietro couldn't let his sister go that easily, so he'd moved into the tower as well.

Bruce, as he always had, preferred staying at the compound rather than at the tower. He didn't much like the looming memory of the first battle in New York, against Loki. He'd ended up destroying several floors, and glass walls leading directly to a plummet to certain death seemed more like a push factor. He visits, of course, but never for more than a night or two. And as expected, Natasha followed. Of course, Natasha had many places she could go. If she wasn't staying at the compound, it was the tower. If not the tower, with her sister.

Thor, having lost his home to Thanos, initially had nowhere to go. He'd considered building the new home with the remaining Asgardians, but without his brother by his side, it just didn't feel right. So he left the people to Valkyrie, and accompanied Korg and Meik to the Avengers compound, where he slowly began to "fix his habits." You'd helped him get back on track, as the two of you were close, and when word came from the new Asgard of Loki's sudden arrival on an old boat, the two of you were the first to return to the Asgardians. As it'd turned out, Loki was never on the ship when Thanos invaded. Although sorry he'd left his brother to fight on his own, Loki ultimately disappeared with the real Tesseract, ending up somewhere he'd never confess to. But the important part was that Thor finally had his brother back. And there was something about the sun too, but you couldn't pick up on what through the reunion tears.

Thankfully you'd managed to convince the two Asgardians to live at the tower with you and the Maximoffs, but it still felt kinda...empty.

Tony and Pepper had left the tower as soon as the war ended to go and live somewhere together and, hopefully, start a family. Steve had decided to live with Bucky back in Wakanda to try and patch up whatever was torn during the war. 'Just a few months,' Steve reassured you. 'Just until everything is where is should be.' You weren't at all upset when those 'few months' turned into seven. Steve and Bucky called every night, making sure to check in on everyone. Then you'd receive a separate, private call from the two of them asking how you were doing with all the adjustments. You always told them you were fine, when in reality the answer seemed much more complicated. So much that you couldn't exactly find a way to put it to words for someone else to try to understand. But it was alright—you had your 'secret' hobby to keep you entertained.

Thinking back, you couldn't remember a time in your life when everything just felt so calm around you. Perhaps that was what made you nervous—there had never been any sense of calm before. It there was, it was right in that moment of false security before a storm came tearing through.

Chasing away the clouds now blotting your peace of mind, you turned over and kicked off your blanket. If anything could get you going again, it was food. You didn't bother much with clothes. A simple (f/c) sweater and jean shorts would do just fine. Throw on some fuzzy socks, and you were set. You had the same attitude towards your hair. You combed your fingers through it, as best you could, and grabbed a (f/c) headband to hold back the loose strands spilling over your forehead and into your eyes.

Leaving the warm comfort of your room, you set off to the common kitchen to find something to eat. Hearing multiple different voices in the living room was enough to make you smile, and you walked in to find everyone spread out amongst the couches, chairs, and floor. Plus Clint perched on the coffee table, nibbling at a donut, with a rather large coffee mug to his right. He looked as though he'd just woken up too. In fact, the majority of the team did.

As usual, Bucky Barnes was the first to notice when you walked in. He greeted you with a smile at first, waving. This movement caught Sam's attention, which caught Pietro's, which caught Wanda's, and so on.

"There's nine pots of coffee going, if you want any," Tony called, sipping from a mug just barely smaller than Clint's. Looking around, everyone had a cup of a similar size clutched in their hands, held close to their bodies. All except Vision, of course.

"Thanks, Tony," you yawned, making your way to the kitchen.

Just as Tony had said, nine pots of coffee had been lined up on the counter, with an assortment of creamers, sugars, and sweeteners. You smiled, rolling your eyes at the extremity of the various pots. All of which were about half empty.

You could faintly hear the TV being turned on from the other room, but you couldn't hear what was playing. All you could really hear were people's voices. They stopped after a moment though, just as you were finished pouring your cup. Preferring your coffee black today, you didn't bother with anything else and walked back into the living room. You weren't expecting the atmosphere to feel so much different than it had mere minutes ago, yet the moment you stepped back into that living room, your blood ran ice cold.

Playing on the TV was a typical New York news channel, which, for the umpteenth time, had just been playing your music video the night before. But today it showed an image of something the reporter called "tragic," "unsightly," and "repulsive." You nearly dropped your mug and started crying.

In the picture plastered across the screen, you were seen outside of your favorite little cafe by Bleeker Street, kissing a woman with long, dark hair and an olive complexion. She wore one of your woolen scarves, a grey trench coat, and black, high-heeled boots. You recognized the girl instantly. Her name was Jasmine. You'd dated her several years back, but the two of you broke up when a reporter threatened to kill her for being queer. She'd poured her coffee over your head and said 'forget it,' as she stomped off in a huff. You didn't even know that picture existed.

It seemed no one else did, either.

Several, if not all, heads turned to look at you. Steve looked the most sympathetic of all. Bucky, however, looked the angriest. He threw his mug at the TV, shattering both in a spray of glass. Tony wasn't even fazed. If anything, he was looking at you with tears in his eyes. With everyone's eyes on you, you dropped the mug and backed yourself into the kitchen, shaking with fear, rage, and an emotion you couldn't even name. It just felt awful.

Rapid footsteps approached the kitchen, and in came Pietro Maximoff. He said nothing, but stood stiff and tall. You looked at him through teary eyes, biting your lip to keep it from quivering. You hated crying in front of people. It was one of the worst feelings in the world. Pietro seemed to understand. In a familiar flash of blue, Pietro was standing a mere foot in front of you with arms open wide. You damn near collapsed into them, feeling the cascade of tears dripping down your face, and from your chin.

Pietro wasn't sure what to do in this scenario...he couldn't even begin to understand how this felt for you. But he knew that you needed someone there for you, to reassure you that you were still loved, and to hod you up when the rest of the world seemed to fall around you. He rubbed circles on your back with one hand, petting down your hair with the other.

You couldn't see it, but several people had come in from the other room to make sure you were going to be alright. Some had crowded around you as well, looking between each other. Your eyes were clenched shut, but standing around you were Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Tony, Thor and Natasha. All the others were standing between the kitchen and the dining room, lingering in the doorway.

Someone's hand had found your arm, touch and calloused from years of work. You senses it could have been Tony, as the movements seemed numb and slow. The hand stroked your arm with its thumb, squeezing lightly every so often as you sobbed quietly into Pietro's chest.

Everything in your mind just seemed to scream at you. Memories of Jasmine, and of that day, and the sounds of the reporter calling you those horrid names echoed in your mind...bringing back awful memories of your youth.

You could almost feel your father's hand crack across your face as he'd hit you, screaming those same names at you, as your mother screamed at you from a distance. She would throw your things at you, o r against the wall, sending shards of glass everywhere when she'd thrown your fragile items.

You could hear the teasing, terrible voices of every kid at school, calling out slurs as you walked past them in the hallway. You could hear your first girlfriend breaking up with you because she couldn't take the humiliation. Then the memories of her suicide note burned through everything else, and you finally just crumbled.

Several pairs of hands found your arms as you fell to the floor, with Pietro lowering himself with you. He sat on his knees, holding you up just enough for you to cry into his lap.

A hand grazed at your side, and you instantly recognized it as Thor's. It'd slipped just beneath your shirt by accident, and hurried to fix it before returning over the cloth, stroking your side gently with his thumb.

Another hand found it's way to your hair, petting it down as softly as possible. Something in your head tamed into a state of blank numbness, so you assumed it was Wanda, using some o Cher magic to help calm you down, if only slightly.

You weren't sure how long you were there, sitting curled up on the floor against Pietro, before you finally stopped crying and gasping for air. Your heart was racing, and you felt dizzy. Your throat was raw and your chest heaved with every breath. You'd barely managed to turn your head to the side, and caught sight of Natasha Romanoff, looking at you with utmost compassion, and a gentle glow in her eyes.

Even now, with your heart torn between feeling angry, fearful, or agonized, you couldn't have been more grateful for this group of people around you.

Crouching on Natasha's either side was Steve and Bucky, each apparently torn between anger and sympathy. Of all people in the tower, they were the ones who'd understand the situation you were in. They'd faced the same kind of backlash when they first came out to the public, but they had the rest of the Avengers to support them...just as you had them to support you now.

"Y/n," Steve said softly, "please don't pay mind to whatever the media's trying to say about you. no matter what any of them say...you're still the amazing Y/n L/n."

Bucky nodded along with his boyfriend, reaching out to take your hand in both of his.

"You still have all of us here for you, remember? Y/n L/n will always be twice the woman those people could ever even dream of being."

You cracked a small smile at the super soldiers, sitting up slightly as the voices of your past left your thoughts. All you were beginning to hear now were the supportive voices of those around you right now.

"Thank you," you finally manage to choke out. Everyone pulled away a little to look at you, which was when you took the opportunity to clean your face. ...And also to wipe off Pietro's shirt a little.

"Would you like to discuss your thoughts, Lady Y/n?"

You shook your head, and somehow managed to catch sight of Natasha once more, looking at you with some sort of fire in her eyes. She was smiling, genuinely, and your heart did a little spin.

"I think I have a better idea."

Wanda tilted her head, looking at you.

"What do you mean, Y/n?"

"I mean..." you trailed off, still leaning into Pietro a bit. "There's something I've been working on...and with all of your help...I might be able to do more than just talk about what's going on through my head right now."

There were still several looks of confusion amongst the small crowd around you, and you looked between each of them with a sense of hope.

Yo could never get rid of those voices in your head, desperate to put you down. Some days they will...but you might have a way to power through them. In the best way you knew how.

"What do you need us to do," Tony asked. You looked at him, teary-eyed and hazy, but couldn't help the small grin forming on your face.

"I'm going to need a recording studio."

...

Four short days later, you found yourself sitting between Steve and Bucky on the couch, waiting anxiously for the video you sent into the station to start. Joining the three of you were every available Avenger in the tower, and from the compound. Natasha, once more, stood behind you, hands resting on your shoulders. Every so often she would rub them anxiously, but you didn't mind. You appreciated having her there for you these past several days, and even more so right now.

It was only after thirteen minutes of commercials and pointless stories about the weatherman's lazy Sunday afternoons that your video was finally brought up...your first cover track in months.

The song "Read All About It" by Emile Sande was always one of your preferred favorites, by today it held new meaning. The moment the music started, you couldn't help but sing along to the sound of your own voice.

"You've got the words to change a nation, but you're biting your tongue

You've spent a lifetime stuck in silence, afraid you'll say something wrong If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song? So come on, come on

Come on, come on"

Steve and Bucky each grabbed hold of one of your hands as they pulled you up to stand, taking turns spinning you around softly as the music played, and you sang.

"You've got a heart as loud as lions, so why let your voice be tamed?

Maybe we're a little different, there's no need to be ashamed You've got the light to fight the shadows, so stop hiding it away

Come on, come on"

You were traded off from Steve to Bucky, then back to Steve, and then to Tony. You laughed with the rest of them, enjoying being spun around between everyone. But you couldn't see the eyes of Natasha Romanoff, standing behind the couch, looking at you with such an adoration, and with love. She smiled as she watched you, praying silently that you could stay that happy forever.

"I wanna sing, I wanna shout

I wanna scream 'til the words dry out So put it in all of the papers I'm not afraid They can read all about it Read all about it, oh Oh, oh oh Oh, oh oh Oh, woah oh Oh, oh oh Oh, oh oh

Oh, oh oh"

Truth be told, she'd had feelings for you for as long as she could remember. The way you gave everything your all, the way you looked out for others...it made you beautiful, inside and out. Everything about you was beautiful. The only thing Natasha didn't like about you was whenever you'd let the world get into your head, and it'd make you cry. And it wasn't you that she didn't like about this...it was the rest of the world for having done this to you.

The one thing she'd always wanted to avoid was seeing you hurt. Be it physical, mental, or emotional pain...she couldn't stand it any way. She loved you, and whether that love would ever be returned, she would always want the best for you. When that picture flashed across the screen four days ago...Natasha had let herself hope. The hope was momentarily crushed when she saw you sobbing into Pietro on the kitchen floor...but then you looked at her...and she dared hope again.

She knew you were hurt. She'd never want to take advantage of you, so she'd wait. For as long as it would take, she'd wait. Even if she ended up waiting forever, she'd still hope.

At night we're waking up the neighbors While we sing away the blues Making sure that we're remembered, yeah 'Cause we all matter too If the truth has been forbidden Then we're breaking all the rules So come on, come on Come on, come on

You'd stopped singing as you were spun, laughing and smiling and having fun. You happened to catch sight of Natasha, breaking away from your third round with Wanda to make your way over to her. You offered her your hand, which she took with a small smile. You led her to the front of the couch, and danced slowly with her as the others all looked on, smiling, connecting the dots between your picture, and Natasha's.

Your hands on her hips, Natasha leading, you smiled contentedly as you rested your face in the crook of her neck and continued the song. Softly, but surely.

"Let's get the TV and the radio To play our tune again It's 'bout time we got some airplay of our version of events There's no need to be afraid I will sing with you my friend Come on, come on"

You couldn't stop the butterflies swarming in your gut as Natasha picked up the pace, spinning you around the couch as the others laughed and cheered. Everyone joined in for the song's chorus, except for you, and Natasha. The two of you were too busy getting lost in your own kind of little world.

"I wanna sing, I wanna shout

I wanna scream 'til the words dry out So put it in all of the papers I'm not afraid They can read all about it Read all about it, oh Oh, oh oh Oh, oh oh Oh, woah oh Oh, oh oh Oh, oh oh

Oh, oh oh"

You'd slowed your steps with the tempo of the song, resting your gaze on the redhead before you. Everything slowly began to make sense as you shared her space, and began to recognize the look in her eyes.

Love.

"Yeah, we're all wonderful, wonderful people So when did we all get so fearful? Now we're finally finding our voices So take a chance, come help me sing this Yeah, we're all wonderful, wonderful people So when did we all get so fearful? And now we're finally finding our voices Just take a chance, come help me sing this"

You gazed up only slightly into her eyes, as she gazed softly back into your own. The tow of you shared a smile, and the space between you shrunk with every word of the song, still playing in the background. Still being sung by the people around you. Still echoing in your ears as everything else dimmed behind Natasha.

I wanna sing, I wanna shout

I wanna scream 'til the words dry out So put it in all of the papers I'm not afraid They can read all about it Read all about it, oh Oh, oh oh Oh, oh oh Oh, woah oh Oh, oh oh Oh, oh oh

Oh, oh oh

You barely heard the others cheering and hollering when your lips connected to Natasha's, sending shockwaves of joy throughout your entire being. So many years of quiet longing, happiness, and love pouring between the two of you. You weren't sure if you were being held up by the girl holding you so close to her, or vice versa. Perhaps you were both holding each other up. Either way, you inhaled everything you could about your partner...and you could barely breathe by the time you pulled away. Foreheads resting against each other, you both let out a soft chuckle as you continued to sway to the beat of the music, eyes never leaving the other's.

I wanna sing, I wanna shout I wanna scream 'til the words dry out So put it in all of the papers I'm not afraid They can read all about it Read all about it, oh

It was here you swore to never be afraid again...at least not when it came to finding someone to love.

Especially if that person was Natasha fucking Romanoff.

#marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #fanfiction #one shot #read all about it #lgbtq #lesbian crush #fluff #some angst #cute #Sweet ending #i promise

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sevlgi · 4 years

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selfish

requested: yes

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: angst

contents: idol!rosé, no happy ending

warnings: self-deprecation, possibly triggering insults

synopsis: As Rosé gains more and more fame, maybe she starts to lose sight of what’s important. Is it selfish that she still wants to hold on?

a/n: it’s pride month!!!! 🌈🌈 i know you requested for a happy ending, but I couldn’t find a way to fit it in, but I hope you enjoy

word count: 3.1k

Chaeyoung hasn’t been home in a while.

You know she doesn’t officially live with you- she shares a dorm with her members, a dorm in which she’s expected to live in- but ever since you started dating, Chaeyoung spent more and more time in your apartment, so much so that she has mentioned several times that it feels like home to her.

The apartment really just represents your mind. It doesn’t belong to her, no, but half the things inside are about her; most of the pictures inside are of the two of you, and you can’t recall which of the clothes draped over chairs and hung on hangers are actually yours. Even when she isn’t there, you see her everywhere, in memories or picture frames alike.

But she hasn’t been home in so long. Your communication mostly consists of short, curt texts or cut-off phone calls; honestly, she talks to her producer more than she talks to you.

It feels odd to have the entire bed to yourself again, after you’ve shared it with her so many nights. You have an entire bottle of the shampoo that she prefers, just because she visits so often, and you find yourself using it just because you miss the smell of her.

She’s rescheduled or completely cancelled all of your dates, saying she’s busy and leaving you to watch the Vlive that takes priority over you.

You knew it wasn’t going to be easy to date an idol, but Chaeyoung was such an incredible girlfriend at the beginning. Sure, she missed dates occasionally, but even you do sometimes because of work. Chaeyoung always made time for you and made you feel important and loved, but recently, you feel like an abandoned side project.

She’s visiting tonight, but you don’t know why- you hope it’s for an impromptu date, so you prepare her favorite foods, enough to feed an army. You wear a little bit of makeup and you do your hair, glancing at the clock every so often with a bubbly, giddy feeling in your stomach. Why shouldn’t you be excited? You’re seeing your girlfriend again, after weeks!

Chaeyoung arrives 45 minutes later than she said she would, but you don’t mind. You open the door with the biggest smile on your face, only to find her telling her manager she won’t be long. “Hey, baby,” she smiles and breezes past you into the apartment. “Wow, that’s a lot of food. Are you expecting someone?”

You feel like you’re about to cry as she starts rifling through the pile of her clothes that you neatly folded and reserved a corner of the couch for. “Um, I thought you were visiting me? For dinner?”

“Ah, I can’t tonight,” she apologizes. At least, it sounds like she’s apologizing. “I have an award show, I just needed to grab this.” She waves around a blouse, one that you remember she accidentally left at your place after a performance. “Thanks, jagi, I promise we can have a date sometime soon.”

With that, she’s gone, and you’re left staring at the closed door, feeling stupid in your jeans and styled hair, with half-melted candles still flickering on the dinner table and the food already cold.

On Jennie’s birthday a few days later, the members invite you to come over and have cake with them. You’re incredibly grateful to Lisa for extending the invitation- the maknae is close with Chaeyoung and knows that you haven’t seen each other in a while.

“Hey, Y/N!” she exclaims as she opens the door, giving you a short hug. Jisoo waves at you from over Lisa’s shoulder, and Jennie shouts a greeting at you from inside her room. “It’s so good to see you.”

You smile warmly at her, placing the present you bought for Jennie on the table. It’s nothing special, just some cute things you got for her last time you went overseas. “You too, Lisa. Do you know where Chaeng is?”

Jisoo exchanges a look with Jennie as the younger girl comes out of her room. You can’t read their expressions; you never were very close with either of them. “Ah, she went out to pick up some more food,” Jennie says finally, giving you a quick smile and patting the chair next to her. “She’ll be back in a few minutes, she just texted me.”

“Okay,” you smile, sitting. It’s unmistakable that something’s wrong- honestly, the first clue was that Chaeyoung wasn’t the one to invite you over. “Have you talked to your family yet, Jennie?”

You let Jennie start talking, thankful for the fact that she understands that you just want to wait for your girlfriend. Jisoo decides that you’ll wait for the blonde to come back before you start having cake, so you just sit and listen to the members talk.

Suddenly, you’re interrupted by a crashing sound. All four of you stop talking and look towards the entrance, where Chaeyoung stands amidst a group of dropped grocery bags. “Yah, Chaeyoung, who let you drop the bags?” Jisoo jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood.

It’s obvious that Chaeyoung doesn’t want to see you; her eyes are fixed on you and her expression is halfway between shocked and angry. She doesn’t make a move to pick up the bags, and the smile on your face drops. “What’re you doing here?”

Lisa cuts in, “I invited her. You haven’t seen her in a while, I thought it would be nice for Y/N to celebrate Jennie’s birthday with us. Is something wrong?”

Chaeyoung smiles, but it looks forced, and you can all tell. “No, nothing’s wrong.”

You decide to speak up; the atmosphere has never been quite so awkward with the five of you together in a room before. “I can leave, if you want? You’ve just been so busy, and I wanted to see you...”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy,” Chaeyoung snaps at you. “Being an idol is hard work, you know?”

“I... yes, I know,” you answer, taken aback; even in the few fights the two of you had before, Chaeyoung was never so hostile. “I just missed you...”

The blonde stalks closer to you, and the anger is palpable in her expression now. “No, you don’t know. It’s hard to have your life out there and so much to do, I just don’t have time for you sometimes! So stop being so selfish!”

Everyone looks shocked, and you can feel your tears just begging to pour out, but you try your best to keep your voice steady. “I’m not being selfish, Chaeng. I’ve been patient, right? I don’t force you to come and see me...”

Your girlfriend rolls her eyes. “Come on, don’t you think I know that you were trying to guilt me into staying by making dinner? I have a life, you know.”

“I made dinner because I thought you wanted to see me!” Your heart feels like it’s ramming into your ribcage over and over again, filling your head with pounding. “I thought you were going to stay.”

Chaeyoung almost snarls now. “Why would I? I have better things to do than have dinner with you, you know. It’s a waste of time.”

Jisoo tries to intervene now, saying pleadingly, “Chaeng, that’s not fair...”

You shake your head quickly, dabbing at your eyes with your sleeve. “It’s fine, Jisoo. I shouldn’t have come. Jennie, happy birthday, it was nice to see all of you.” You do your best to exit with grace, but you can’t help the hot tears pouring down your face when your girlfriend doesn’t even make an effort to ask you to stay.

Lisa calls out after you, “Y/N, wait!” But you’ve already run too far down the hall to hear her.

All the members stare at Chaeyoung. “Chaeng, why...?” Jennie starts, looking confused. “Why would you say that to her?”

Chaeyoung frowns, “She intruded on our celebration. I didn’t invite her, but she still came here to find me.”

“I invited her,” Lisa interjects now. The maknae looks the most confused out of all the members; she remembers all the times you and Chaeyoung were so lovey-dovey together that she could’ve thrown up, and now there seems to be miles between the two of you. “I asked her to come, I thought you wanted to see her.”

The blonde hesitates. “Wait, you invited her?” At her best friends’ nods, she pauses in her anger. “Oh. I thought she crashed Jennie’s birthday just to find me.”

Jisoo sighs, “Even if she did that, we wouldn’t be mad. She’s your girlfriend, it’s natural for her to miss you. You shouldn’t have said all that to her just because you’re stressed.”

Chaeyoung attempts a careless shrug and sits down next to her members. “Maybe not. But I don’t have time for her drama right now.”

“Drama?” Jennie asks, eyes narrowing a bit. “Y/N wasn’t even willing to come at first. When we invited her, she didn’t think you would want to see her, but Lisa begged her to come. You haven’t seen her for weeks, you don’t think she misses you?”

Crossing her arms, the maknae scowls, “Yeah, do you know how much I had to beg her? She knew this would happen, and that’s why she didn’t want to come.”

The blonde looks between her friends, then looks to Jisoo, the last peaceful one at the table. “I... I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Jisoo sighs. “But even if you didn’t know, even if we didn’t invite her, you never should have called her selfish or a waste of time.”

Hearing her own words coming from her unnie feels like a direct hit to the face and Chaeyoung snaps out of it. True, she has been incredibly busy and stressed the past couple of weeks, but how could she say that to you, her girlfriend? She suddenly remembers all the dishes you had prepared for her a few days ago, dishes that you let go cold as you waited.

She remembers how all the clothes she left at your house were laundered and neatly folded when she went to pick them up, how all the cosmetics and things she left behind were so lovingly placed and cared for. And she called you a waste of time. “Oh... oh my god,” she exhales, tears pricking at her eyes as she puts her face in her hands. “I...”

Lisa still looks a bit angry, but Jennie places her hand on the younger girl’s back, rubbing lightly. “Chaeng... You need to find her. We’ll wait for you.”

“Are you sure?” Chaeyoung asks, lifting her head. At her members’ nods and comforting smiles, she stands up. “Okay. I can fix this.”

“Y/N?” she shouts, bolting out of the dorm and into the street. Some people turn around to look at her, but none of the faces are the one she’s looking for. “Have you seen Y/N? She’s about this tall, pretty, dressed in a dark coat...”

When everyone she talks to shakes their heads, Chaeyoung starts running to your apartment. As the bitter wind whips across her cheeks and tosses her hair, Chaeyoung remembers how many times she had run to you after a disastrous music show or a sasaeng attack. She remembers all the times she escaped in the middle of the night just to see you, to kiss you.

As she runs, tears start falling, even as she furiously wipes them away. All of a sudden, she’s at your door, hesitating when her fist is just a few inches away from the door. She can hear sniffling, sobbing, and her heart aches to think that it’s because of her.

You never cried in front of her; you were always the one who gave her a shoulder to cry on, an embrace at her worst times. Now, Chaeyoung stands outside your door, able to hear your heart-wrenching sobs loud and clear.

Part of her wonders what would happen if she knocks, if she lets herself inside and kisses you. But Chaeyoung is too much of a coward, and she turns around and walks away, silent tears pouring down her face and your cries echoing in her head.

Chaengggg [6:11] jagi, I’m so sorry

Chaengggg [6:12] Y/N, please

Chaengggg [6:12] I should never have said that, please forgive me

Chaengggg [6:15] baby?

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“Chaeng? Yah, Chaeyoung!”

The blonde almost jumps when she hears Lisa calling her. The maknae looks impatient, standing in the next aisle of the supermarket, waiting for Chaeyoung to catch up. Lisa has been more and more irritable with her unnie recently, despite the older girls’ attempts to soothe her. “Pay attention, please!”

“Sorry,” the blonde mumbles, jogging to catch up with the other girls.

“Is it Y/N?” Jennie asks, putting her hands on her hips. “Look, Chaeng, I know you’re worried because she wasn’t home, but you need to focus. For the Blinks.”

For the Blinks. Of course Chaeyoung loved her fans- they were the reason she was so successful and famous, the reason she could keep pursuing her dream. But what was all that worth without love?

Before, Chaeyoung prioritized her career over everything, and when she met you, she wasn’t sure if she would have time for a relationship. But she loved you so much, it would have been worth it to lose her career if she could be with you forever.

Something changed a few weeks ago, and even Chaeyoung wasn’t sure what it was. She changed enough to ignore you for weeks on end, to cancel an anniversary date because of a last-minute meeting with her producer. When she thought back, she was ashamed of how she had acted towards you. She treated your caring reminders to have dinner as you being selfish and rushing her to come home, and she didn’t notice everything you did for her.

You haven’t responded to her texts. She realizes how hard it was to be respectful, to not spam you with texts asking you to respond or talk to her, and suddenly, Chaeyoung realizes just how much damage she had unconsciously inflicted on you. “Chaeng, how about I go with you to get some ice cream?” Jisoo offers. “Lisa and Jennie can go and finish off the list.”

With that, Jisoo links her arm with the blonde and sets off. It’s smart of the older girl to distract Chaeyoung with food and keep her away from Lisa and Jennie, both of whom don’t seem to agree with the blonde recently.

Suddenly, Chaeyoung stops in her tracks, locking eyes with you as you stand a few feet away. You look terrible, and Chaeyoung can’t believe she couldn’t see your panda eyes and drawn face before. “Hi, Jisoo, Rosé,” you greet them. It hurts to not hear you call her ‘Chaeng’ or ‘Chaeyoung’ or one of the pet names she has.

“Y/N,” Chaeyoung breathes out, stepping closer to you. Jisoo lets go of her and goes off to look at ice cream, but the blonde doesn’t notice. “You... you look tired.”

“Do I?” you laugh, rubbing at your eyes as if that’ll make your dark circles go away. “I swear I put on concealer before I left the house.”

Humor. That was always your fallback whenever you were angry, or sad, or anything, really. “Baby...”

You shake your head. “Ch- Rosé, don’t call me that. Please.”

“I’m sorry,” the blonde begs, voice starting to shake. “Please, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I haven’t been able to focus, I’m so worried. I... I want to fix this. Us.”

“Was there ever really an us?” you ask, and your voice sounds so, so bitter. It matches your wan face. “I thought I was just a waste of time.”

Chaeyoung feels like you’ve just slapped her in the face by throwing her words back at her. “No! No, please, jagi, you’re not a waste of time. You’re... I love you, okay? I’ve always loved you, even if I was so rude to you. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Tell me, Rosé, what have you done?” Your expression isn’t angry like Chaeyoung expected it would be- instead, you just look tired, heavy, bitter. You look so much older than she remembered you did when you laughed with her and kissed her, when she still made time for you. “I was always the one who put in the work. Wouldn’t asking me to forgive you be selfish now?”

Selfish.

She told you you were selfish when you just wanted to see her, when all you did was care for her and love her. And now, Chaeyoung can’t blame you for saying the same thing to her, not when you’re right that she was never the one who put in the work. “I’m sorry, but I can’t handle this, being tossed around like one of your toys,” you continue. “I still love you. But you need to think about whether you really love me or not, don’t be selfish and hold onto me just because you’ll miss the way we used to be.”

Chaeyoung can’t stop the tears now, even as she holds her hands up to her face to stifle her sobs. You’re right- asking you to stay now, asking you to go back to being the only one trying in the relationship, would be selfish. And it’s selfish that Chaeyoung clasps on your hand in an attempt to get you to stay, but she can’t help it.

“I’m sorry,” she sobs, words broken by her tears and the empty look in your eyes. “You were never selfish, it’s all my fault. I’m the selfish one. But please, please give me another chance.”

It feels like she’s letting go of her life when your hand slips out from between her fingers, the warmth of them lingering like a long-gone memory as you go.

She collapses, picked back up by the strong hands of her members, but she can’t help but feel empty too, like you took her heart with you when you walked away, a fragile glass ornament in your hands.

Chaeyoung thinks her heart is cracking right in half, but she realizes that your heart had long since shattered in her hands too. She feels like she’s bleeding as she watches you disappear, cut and pricked by the tiny, stabbing shards of your long-shattered heart.

But even if she bleeds to death, she’ll keep holding those shards as tightly as she can. Because it’s all she has left.

Is it selfish to want to hold on to what used to be?

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L.A nightmares

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: TW!!! Sexual harassement, authorities using their power in a nasty way, dissociating, anxiety.

Notes: Hey! Here i am after years writing Jensen x reader again! How do you feel about it? But okay... this fic. I had this idea when i saw a thread on twitter that told a story about an event that Jensen was with Danneel, they saw a girl being harassed and Jensen immediataly intervened. I can't find this post anywhere but i truly believe that he is that type of guy. Be safe out there ladies!

Summary: Jensen and the reader are co-stars and travel to L.A together, just to pass throught a series of unfortunate events.

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"Here's the next week script (Y/N)." A girl that worked around the set said polity handing you a large new script. You had seen her around before, what was her name? Lauren... Laura! Was Laura. You hated not knowing people's name, especially those who worked with you and for you, but it was so many people walking around, everyday a new person, that made it a bit hard.

"Thanks Laura!" You asked with a small smile that she retributed and walked away. You started to leafing through the next script seeing that you had more scenes in this episode than in the last two you appeared.

"(Y/N)!" Someone shouted making you immediately lift your gaze seeing a smiling Jensen in front of you. "I didn't know you would be here today!" He said hugging you and felt almost dizzy with his perfume. He was definitely one of most good smelling men you ever came across.

"You seen me yesterday J." You said laughing breaking the hug and the struggled.

"Still missing you though." He said putting his arms in your shoulders and started walking with you again. You had entered the Supernatural cast years before, being a really important character and recently, Sam's love interest. You didn't appeared on every episode but in the most of them, like Misha, for example. Because of this, he was one of your best friends, along with the boys that eventually you became inseparable. Always hanging out together, laughing and pranking each other. It truly was a family. Although you had to kiss Jared sometimes because of some scenes, you saw him practically like a older brother. But with Jensen... Well, that was a whole another story. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought that you had already taken the fight for L.A"

"I had to adjust some details of my last scene." You explained. "Why? You wanted me gone, that bad?" You joked hearing him huffing.

"Well, yeah, I can't even look at your face anymore." Jensen joked back making you roll your eyes and he laughed, squeezing you harder. "Just kidding sweetheart, you know pretty damn well that I never can bring myself to be tired of you." He said like it was nothing making you blush a little bit. Usual.

You were already in the outside part of the set and spotted Jared and Misha coming at your direction.

"Good things to say Ackles, because I will be going with you to L.A" You explained when the boys came closer.

"Really? Thank god you will be saving me from a boring trip with that moron." Jared said stepping up in the conversation referring to Jensen, because Misha wouldn't be able to go to this one, and you smiled. You would take a fight a few days earlier than the boys but because of the problem with one scene, you had to go with them.

"Really, argh, I'm so excited." You said making a strange face and they laughed. "It's going to be my first award!"

"It's gonna be fun." Jared said and Jensen smiled in adoration looking at you, lot shorter than him and a few years younger.

None of you knowing what kind of things this trip could bring. And man, there were a lot.

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"Wow." Jensen breathed out stepping up in the apartment you would share in this three days in the city of angels, Los Angeles. Some of the cast had to come to be present in a award that was going to happen in the city. Jared and Genevieve, his wife, opted to stay in a hotel but you had this friend that was out of town and offered her place for you to stay, and you took it, inviting Jensen since you knew he wasn't a big fan of hotels.

"Pretty nice, hun?" You said with a little smile realizing that it had been a while since you stayed in there and he nodded.

"Tell me about it." He said looking around. The place was pretty wide and cozy. A little fancy but with a lot of little fun things, like a orange table, some colorful frames around and a blue fridge. Your personal favorite.

You two adjusted yourselves in the two guests rooms that had in the apartment beside the suite and started to get ready for the dinner Gen invited you. It was some friends of her and some producers, directors and a bunch of kind of important people in the movie industry. You didn't recognize any of the names Jensen told you that would be attempting to it, but why the hell not, you wanted a fun night with some of your friends.

You finally finished your makeup and with a last look in the mirror you step out of the room going to the living room, only to find Jensen there, sitting on the couch, ready to go, scrolling throught his phone. Soon as he heard your high heels getting closer, he lifted his gaze, losing his breath for the second time this day.

"Wow." He breathed out looking at you with a loose short black dress, red high heels and lipstick. "You look beautiful (Y/N)." He said honestly staring at you and you felt yourself blush.

The truth was that you were completely in love with him. For a few years now. Since you started the series, Jensen caught your eye. I mean, how could he not? He was handsome, funny, sweet, always smelling good and the most important thing.... He was caring. Jensen Ackles was one of the most caring guys you knew. Got a problem? Jensen would listen. Hell, Jensen would solve it. And not just with his closest friends, but with everybody around him. He always offered help, not matter what. He makes sure his PA, and the people around set already had breakfast before work. He makes sure to offers to take water, every time someone get drunk on the casts parties. It was the details. And you loved them all.

You quickly became friends, and you were okay with being just that. Besides the friendly flirting it's not like you expected something else. Just having someone as incredible as him to call your friend was enough.

"Well, you don't look too bad yourself." You said and he laughed, rolling his eyes getting up of the sofa. "But thank you."

"I meant it (Y/N), you look like you could break some hearts tonight." Jensen continued to compliment you as he opened the apartment door. "But let's go miss, Jared said that we are already late."

You called an Uber to take the two of you to the restaurant placed in DownTown, a district in Los Angeles, one of your favorite parts of the city. Although you enjoyed every little piece of it, you just loved L.A, it made you feel good. After some minutes in the car, and some easy going conversation with Jensen, the driver announced you had arrived. Just for the entrance you could tell it was fancy.

"I thought it was just a dinner." You said immediately when you entered the place, looking around seeing that the restaurant was closed for the event and everybody was up talking and walking around. Some waiters were passing serving some food and some of them with trays serving wine, whiskey and champagne.

"Yeah, I thought so too" Jensen said, looking around surprised as well. "Hollywood, and their people with grandeur complex." He said making you chuckle.

"(Y/N)! Jensen!" You heard and spotted Jared smiling and waving you, with Genevieve by his side. You and Jensen reached them, after a waiter stopped you offering something to drink, you went with wine and Jensen with whiskey. "You finally got here! I was already thinking you wouldn't make it."

"Stop being dramatic, we were just a little late." Jensen said hugging his friend and then Gen. You doing the same.

"(Y/N) is so good to see you, it has been a while hasn't it?" Gen said breaking the hug and you agreed. Since you became friends with Jared, the friendship with Gen came along and you two just hit so well, in the set, your friends was mostly males and you loved having some girl company when she was around. She introduced you to her friends, that first invited her to the event. They were also actors, and they explained how they met in a project Gen was part of when she was just beginning her career.

"So, are you guys excited about tomorrow? Heard you're competing in two categories right?" Aaron, one of Gen's friends, said referring to the awards you would be attending because of Supernatural.

"Yeah! Especially this girl here who is totally a award virgin." Jared joked putting his hands on your shoulders and you giggled, rolling your eyes.

"Can you blame me? It's a big step in someone's career!" You defended yourself. "Oh it definitely is! I remembering when I went to my first award, I was so nervous and I wasn't even running for anything." Aaron laughed taking a sip of his wine. "It's just a great place to meet important people."

"It sure is." Yan, the other friend, agreed. "But if I'm being honest, we are just in the right place for networking right now. Every big fish that can hire and fire you from any huge project in the industry is here tonight."

"I noticed... That guy over the balcony is practically one of CW's owners right?" Jensen said holding his whiskey, discreetly pointing at some guy behind you. Your turned around to look, after all one he was one of the owners of the channel Supernatural passed. The guy was a lot older, bald and plus sided, but you quickly turned around when he caught you facing.

"Yep, Tony Garcia." Aaron answered. The six of you passed a few more minutes talking and drinking, until they parted to talk to more people that was there. You got that Tony guy staring from time to time. You walked with Jensen for a bit, meeting some great and important people, as Yan had said. Talked for some time with Jared, he was already funny but got even funnier when he was tipsy. And finally, passed some time with Gen... until you had to go to the bathroom.

"(Y/N) right? The Supernatural star!" The Tony guy stopped you when you were getting out of the toilet, in your way back to Jensen that was laughing with some other three mans. You laughed a little embarrassed, why that guy knew your name? Okay, you literally worked for him but he was way far away in the enterprise.

"I don't if it could be called that, but yeah! I'm (Y/N), pleasure to meet you!" You said smiling extending your hand to him and he quickly shake his head.

"Nah, I don't do hand shakes with beautiful woman like you." Tony said with a laugh already pulling you to a hug. His hand in your back was dangerously close to your butt, his breath stank like whiskey - a great amount of that -, the tone of his voice and the intimacy he putted on the hug was enough to make you uncomfortable. This wasn't right. You could sense something was terrible wrong. "And believe me when I say beautiful, I mean something else."

"Ha ha." You gave him a yellow smile already grossed out by the man in front of you. What he was implying? "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Garcia, but if you excuse me I-..."

"So you know who I am!" He interrupted you, interrupting your way to leaving the conversation too. His tone already implied power and dominance, as if his name had a big weight in the conversation. "Well, as one of the CW's owners I have to say Supernatural brings a lot of benefits for us. I'm happy about the success of the series! I can see why the audience increased after your entrance." Tony said with pure maliciousness in his voice looking you up and down, showing no shame, looking you as if you were totally naked. "I believe woman don't last much on the show, but it would be a shame if you had to leave." He said and you knew that it was a threat. He was threading you.

You gulped feeling your throat burning from holding back tears. The only words that crossed your mind was 'Every big fish that can hire and fire you'. God, you were a woman, unfortunately harassment was something you experienced all your life but it didn't make any less painful anytime it happened. The fame industry was gross and you knew that. You heard horrible stories about girls having to do every kind of sick bullshit to only get a chance for audition. You were so thankful that none of it happened to you, that you found a show with the most respectful co-workers and producers you could ever think of. But there you were, face-to-face to some sick nasty man that had the power to fire you in a snap of his fingers.

"It would indeed." You said forcing a smile, taking a sip of the wine in your hands.

"I have to say, you have such a beautiful mouth." He said. "I wonder what it can do."

"It sure can drink." You said laughing nervously drinking the entire wine that was left in your glass. Only your glass was still half full. It didn't burned more than holding back the tears though.

"Oh princess, no need to be nervous around me." Tony said laughing and you immediately related to the sound of a pig. That was what he was. A pig. Once again he passed his arm around your body pulling you close and resting his hand, this time, just down your boob but close enough to be touching. You were trapped in his grip, so close to his face, feeling that alcohol breath. You couldn't think the last time you were so uncomfortable, you needed to get out of there, you just needed. Every single part of your body yelled dangerous. "We're all friends here.... We can even be more than it tonight."

"Hey." You heard a deep voice by your side and you almost missed the sight of Jensen's hard expression by the tears that now was blurring your eyes. "Let go man, I believe you're making her uncomfortable."

"Hey..." Tony laughed looking at Jensen, letting you go and you didn't noticed you were holding your breath until that moment. You immediately stepped away from Tony, going to Jensen's side. "We were just chilling... what? Playing Dean for so long that incorporated the hero type?"

"Yeah, it didn't look like chilling to me." Jensen said not losing his posture and not falling for any of his bullshit. Jensen was in the middle of a conversation with some directors, exchanges tips, when he saw you from far away simply drinking your whole glass of wine all at once. He knew you to well to notice something was wrong, and he didn't need more than 10 seconds to understand what was happening. "And relax! I know how to separate my character really well, but I do believe we have basic ethics principles in common."

"Okay smart boy." Tony said with now anger is his features. "Remembering who you are taking to. Supernatural can turn into a one star show really quick. And you..." He said turning to you. "Consider yourself fired."

"As far as I know you don't decide shit about my show, but I do know that you need to start respecting women." Jensen said in the same low tone, with anger in every word. "Excuse me."

Jensen leaded you the way making sure you didn't even pass near Tony again, he was with a gentle hand in your back almost not touching you and quickly you two were already outside and you saw him calling a cab.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), I got so angry... You wanna go home or you want to stay more? That dick won't get any closer to you, I promise." Jensen asked turning to you and looking straight into your eyes with concerned.

"I just wanna go home Jens." You said with a chocked voice letting the first tear fall down. You were in shock, practically shivering. You always says to yourself that the next time something like that happens, you were going to stand, be loud and not take it quietly. But every time you freeze. Every fucking time.

You dissociated the entire way back home, with a million thoughts in your head and at the same time, none. You noticed with the corner of your eyes, Jensen constantly looking at you to check and typing something on his phone, probably letting Jared know what happened and why you headed off. He didn't try to talk to you, and honestly you were grateful for that.

Immediately when you entered the apartment, you went to the shower. The water was burning hot but it felt like nothing in your body. You didn't know what trigged you so hard, thinking about it, the situation was kind of quick and it could have been a million times worse. But you were so scared that he would fulfill his word. Mans like him don't just accept being rejected, you felt so small.... Almost guilty. Tears started to fall down desperately and sobs got out of your mouth. You didn't know how much time you passed in the bath but saw some clothes in the bed you were sleeping when you got out. A grey sweatshirt and some boys shorts. Jensen.

"Hey..." You said with a small voice standing by the door of the room Jensen was sleeping, seeing him sitting by the end of the bed scrolling through his phone. "Thanks for the clothes."

"Comfort sweatshirt right?" He joked seeing you in his clothes, referring to when you stole it on set and he passed days looking for it until he found you sleeping in his coat and listen to the excuse that it was your 'comfort sweatshirt', that it made you happy and safe. "Hey... com' here"

Jensen said with a soft voice when he saw your face struggling to hold back the tears. He back out laying in the left side of the bed opening his arms for you to join him, and you immediately did. Nestling in his chest, he hugged you strong hearing you cry quietly into his neck.

"You know... This is not even the worst that happen to me." You said when you calmed down after some minutes of cuddling in silence and Jensen moved his face away just enough to stare at you, but stayed quiet waiting for you to get out of your chest whatever you needed. "These situations had been happening with me, well with all women, since before we even know what this means. Teachers, taxi driver's, superiors, random people in public places, friends... I just... Tell myself that the next time something like that happen I will stood up for it. But every time it happens I just loose all my courage."

"And this it's not on you (y/n). This is unacceptable, shouldn't be happening at all and it's not your fault not having a response for it. This shouldn't be a situation you must be prepared for." Jensen said frowning his eyebrows looking at you deadly serious. "I'm so sorry you have to go through that bullshit almost daily. It fucking pisses me off."

"Yeah I'm sorry too." You said with a weak smile feeling him stroking his thumb slowly in your back where his hand stood. "Do you think he can fire me?"

"No." Jensen said with certain. "He has nothing to do with Supernatural productions. And even if he could, I wouldn't let them. If he wants you gone, i would be gone too."

"Jensen..." You were speechless. "Us women really suffer daily, but it makes a little better knowing that there are at least some guys out there that truly respect us. I am lucky to have fell in a job full of you. I really appreciate what you did for me today Jensen."

"I'm always gonna be here for you (Y/N)... And it's truly that least I can do." Jensen said with a rough voice. "There was this time on set, before you were even in the series, that Jared's PA was harassed by a camera man... Nobody saw the moment and from one day to another she asked for resignation. Nobody understood and we continued to treat the guy like a friend for months until we finally discovered what happened. I just.... I'm just glad that I was there with you tonight."

You just gave him a small smile feeling your heart so full that could explode. It was an awful night, it really was. But Jensen... He was everything you could ever ask in a friend. You hugged him strong and got into a position where your foreheads were touching. Yours and Jensen's eyes were closed but you could feel his breathing and the warm of his lips almost touching yours. You didn't know how long you stayed in that position but you surely didn't want that to end.

"I could be like this every single day." You said before you even could stop yourself and frowned when the realization hit you. "Wait did I just confessed?"

He squeezed your waist to make you open your eyes that stood close because of the embarrassment, and you had to hold your breath when saw Jensen's green eyes, so vivid, looking so close at your tenderly.

"Yeah? Cause I would too" Jensen breathed out feeling a weight off his chest. What that really happening? The women he had feeling for months now, in front of him telling she liked him? He saw in your eyes the relief you felt cause of his confession and slowly finally gave you a long chaste kiss.

You both knew that this was enough for now. The cuddling, the comfort of each other and the lightness of knowing the feeling were both sided was enough. There was going to have the moment for your skin meet his and there was going to have the moment for a serious conversation about your feelings.

But for now all that matters was being in each other arms, and sensing that the night that started like a nightmare turned into a dream.

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