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angywritesstuff · 1 year

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Pole King... (and queen)

Just a quick one in honor of the pole king who is back

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader warning: probably poorly written english/ the first post is a video

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ItsMeYn It's Quali day they said... dress accordingly they said...

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charles_leclerc ✓ I like the pants

↪️ItsMeYn Of course you do

ilpredestinato She understood the job perfectly liked by itsmeYn

evelyn.leclerc They are gonna be twins... i love it

charles.leclerc.fanclub She is always so supportive of him

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ItsMeYn I'm dating the Pole King if you were wondering... (so this means I'm a Queen... just saying)

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scuderiaferrari ✓Charles is on fire in Baku

↪️ItsMeYn He is always on fire charles_leclerc✓My queen ❤️ liked by ItsMeYn, yourmom, and others

cherles.leclerc.fanclub He's done an amazing job... King and Queen

f1.obsessed You do the points on Sunday not on quali

↪️ItsMeYn Thank you for telling me... I didnt know 😒 ↪️evelynleclerc She is so sarcastic... I love it ↪️pierregalsy✓ Yn your claws are showing liked by ItsMeYn

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ItsMeYn I think I look good in a wedding dress... @charlesleclerc what do you think? view all comments

charles_leclerc ✓ you always look amazing

↪️ItsMeYn That wasn't... nevermind... thank you

lewishamilton ✓ Did I miss something?

↪️ItsMeYn Of course not... you would be my first invitee ↪️arthur_leclerc ✓ Yn your crush is showing ↪️ItsMeYn @arthur_leclerc show some respect... you child... there is a seven times world champions in this comments section ↪️charles_leclerc ✓ What crush? ↪️ItsMeYn nothing baby

pierregasly ✓ I would like to be the best man

↪️ItsMeYn tell your friend to make a move and I could put in a good word ↪️pierregasly ✓ We've got a deal

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ItsMeYn This year I'm bringing winx to coachella 🦋 view all comments

Yn.leclerc didn't even get to the ID check before blessing us

↪️ItsMeYn no rest over here

Yourbestfriend I heard lewis is at coachella too...

↪️ItsMeYn who do you think took the photo? 😁 ↪️charleswife you are always disrespectful towards Charles with all your flirting with Lewis and the fact you're always half naked ↪️ItsMeYn I can promise you Charles loves my being always half naked ↪️charleswife you don't deserve him ↪️charles_leclerc ✓ I can assure you I'm the one who doesn't deserve her and there is a big difference between flirting and joking. I have never had a doubt and never will about @itsmeYn love and faithfulness ↪️ItsMeYn you tell them babe.. love you lewis- I mean Charles ↪️charles_leclerc ✓ @itsMeYn you are a menace ↪️ItsMeYn @charles_leclerc you love me

charles_leclerc_fanclub OBSESSED

↪️charles_leclerc ✓ Me too

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charles_leclerc ✓ She is like a baby... she stops making a fuss when you buy her ice cream

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ItsMeYn what's that saying? a lady in the street and a freak in the sheets?

↪️charles_leclerc ✓ baby.... ↪️ItsMeYn What? i'm asking ↪️charles_leclerc ✓ now pierre is gonna appear on this comments section ↪️pierregasly✓ 😏 ↪️charles_leclerc✓ see Yn... what did I tell you.. he is gonna make more damage than he did with the dog emoji ↪️ItsMeYn don't worry... I got you ↪️pierregasly✓ Yn why are you calling my girlfriend? stop talking to her... thank you... now I'm in the dog house ↪️ItsMeYn I thought that was what you liked... sorry I must have misunderstood the dog emoji ↪️piarlesfan Oh my god....I laugh everytime they interact in the comments

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ItsMeYn Date a F1 driver they said... it's gonna be fun they said... @charlesleclerc

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charles_leclerc✓ You are such a scaredy-cat

↪️ItsMeYn I thought you said cut not cat... also you're sleeping on the couch ↪️pierregasly✓ charles you can always sleep at mine if she kicks you out ↪️ItsMeYn I like this idea: you take Charles and I take Kika ↪️pierregasly ✓ Not liked by pierre gasly ↪️ItsMeYn but liked by Kika 😘 ↪️Yn.leclerc @itsmeYn woke up and chose violence

olliebearman ✓ I heard dating F2 drivers is even better

↪️charles.leclerc.fanclub Not Oliver Bearman flirting with charles' girlfriend ↪️arthur_leclerc✓ man that's my sister in law ↪️Yn.leclerc wait what... sister in law? are we missing something? ↪️veronica Remember that post of a while ago in which Yn was in a wedding dress and was hinting at Charles to propose... Did he take a hint... we need to know ↪️F1Obsessed And if infact they did get married: was @lewishamilton invited and @pierregasly was the best man? we need to know someone talk please

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princessmisery666 · 10 months

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Please don't leave. Jensen Ackles and reader

Please Don't Leave

Summary: Friends to lovers to friends, that can work, right?

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, fluff, Jensen in his thicc Soldier Boy era (that’s a warning in itself!)

W/C: 4.3k

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki. Small Parts/Mentioned: Karl Urban, Jack Quaid, Gen Padalecki.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Notes: For the purpose of this fic, Jensen is not and never has been married.

A/N: This drabble got way out of hand.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // any mistakes belong to me.

Graphics: Title card Jensen photo credit - https://twitter.com/_AlanaKing_ Soldier Boy image from Variety. Fly video belongs to me.

Master Lists: Dean Winchester // Main // Made Up Fic Titles

“Help me understand,” you implore.

The first domino to set off the chain reaction was in the form of a famous and beautiful actress, Mae Nova, sliding into Jensen’s DM’s—a very detailed offer with an accompanying photo that you saw by no fault of your own. How is irrelevant. Why is the issue. Why didn’t he delete it or immediately set her straight?

“You’re the one that wanted this, Jay,” you say when he remains silent. “You're the one who pursued me, convinced me we should try and turn the ten years of friendship into something more.”

“I know.” He sighs, pushing a hand through his longer hair. “And I don’t regret a second of the last six months we’ve been together…” he doesn’t say it; however, the ‘but’ demands attention like a flickering light.

“But you're having second thoughts?”

“No!” he denies vehemently, finally looking you in the eye. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“Well, one of us has to!”

He shakes his head, exhaling loudly. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, sounding like a broken record. His heart rate is running high, and his chest heaves with every breath, but his vocabulary appears to be running low.

You tsk, fighting back a scathing comment about needing a script writer to make him talk. But it wouldn’t be fair. He’s not a man who runs from his emotions. He’s just trying to make sense of it all like you are. You have to remind yourself he’s not Dean Winchester. He doesn’t look much like him anymore either; longer hair, beard growing almost wildly, no plaid in sight in the Soldier Boy wardrobe at the back of the fancy trailer.

Is that where the lines blurred? Working together for so long on Supernatural, have you both confused the other for your characters and their feelings toward the other?

“You can stop saying your sorry. I forgive you,” you say, and he turns a watery gaze your way. It almost breaks your resolve, but you realize it’s down to you to be the strong one. “I just need to understand why? Why didn’t you reply and tell her you're in a relationship? You’ve done it a hundred times before.”

“I don’t know.”

To make matters worse, Mae had landed a role on The Boys and would be working alongside Jensen.

“Jensen, you spent fifteen years of your life devoted to Supernatural, ten of those with me around. I think you were scared of the end, afraid of losing such a big part of yourself.”

“I was,” he agrees, in a whisper as if you speaking the words is the reason for his realization of it being the truth.

“Maybe us being together was a knee-jerk reaction?” you suggest, “a way to cling onto the past.” You take a deep breath, and your chest tightens as if begging yourself not to say the next part. “Maybe you need a clean break, see what the world looks like without Supernatural… without me.”

“What? No.” He looks offended but can’t hold eye contact and doesn’t offer anything further.

You can’t keep going around in circles, so you make a decision, sitting down at the small table and firing up your laptop.

“What’re you doing?” he asks, rushing to look over your shoulder, perhaps worried you’ll take it upon yourself to reply to the woman. “Searching for flights back home?” Jensen says, panic clear in his tone. Harshly he slams the laptop shut, and you look up at him. “You can’t leave.”

“Give me a reason to stay.”

“Me, us!” he yells, “we can work this out.”

You stand up and gently press your lips to his. Jensen’s hand automatically goes to the small of your back, guiding you around the chair to better press himself against you.

The kiss is natural and unhurried, but there’s too much tension in his body, and you know it’s because he feels it, too. This is your last kiss.

A little breathless, you pull back. “I don’t wanna fight, Jensen.”

“Me neither.”

“So let me be the bad guy,” you say, heart aching but trying to hold it together. “Let me walk away before the wound is too big to save our friendship.”

He grimaces as if tasting something bitter but nods once, “I’m sorry.”

It’s been a long day. All Jensen wanted to do was take a shower and crash, but Karl convinced him to go for dinner with the cast and crew.

The conversation is light, everyone enjoying their food and making small talk. It’s nice enough, but it’s incomplete because you're not there.

He wishes it was you beside him instead of Mae. The seating arrangements have no rhyme or reason. It just happened that way. But still, he almost resents that she’s the one next to him. So much has happened in the weeks since he last saw you. He wants to share it all with you, and wants to know how you are - if you’re struggling with his absence as much as he is with yours.

“Okay there, Ackles?” Jack asks, “You're a world away.”

“Yeah,” he lies, sitting up straighter and smiling. “Just thinking…”

Karl must know the look of a man missing his significant other because he asks, “About your girl?”

“Yeah,” Jensen admits, sighing heavily. He hasn't told anyone you broke up, and there’s been no speculation in the tabloids.

“Tell us about her. You never did tell us about your first date,” Jack says, “we all know you met on Supernatural, but not the story of your first date.”

Jack’s an awesome guy, sweet and kind, he doesn’t know the reminder is like a kick in the teeth, but Jensen obliges.

Jensen hurried across the lot, a coffee in each hand, the brown paper bag containing two cinnamon rolls dangling from his mouth. He was late, and Jared would give him shit for it, but it would be worth whatever Jared threw at him if it improved your morning.

Your latest Instagram post was a photo of a fly swimming in your coffee with the caption: “It was my last coffee pod. This just topped off a crappy weekend😭. #HappyMonday”. You were one hundred percent a coffee snob. You made it in a particular way using a fancy - and stupidly expensive - machine. You wouldn’t settle for the coffee on set. You’d rather go without. However, Jensen knew when you didn’t get her morning beverage, you’d be grumpy all day, and he hated to see you without a smile.

He headed for the makeup trailer, knowing that’s where you’d be. He kicked the bottom of the door gently as a way of knocking, then waited.

He didn’t expect Jared to be the one to open it. He wasn’t due in makeup for another half-hour, but his lanky frame filled the space of the open door. “Look who decided to show up,” Jared jeered playfully.

“Shut up,” Jensen mumbled around the bag, walking past him.

You were already there, looking through clothes on the rack, but stopped to smile at him. “Morning, Jay.”

“Here,” he said, handing over the coffee that was for you. “Hi, hey, morning.”

Confusion wrinkled your brow, but you took it. “Um, thanks.”

“I saw your Instagram, and I know how cranky you get without your coffee, and you said you had a shit weekend, so I wanted to try and make it better,” Jensen vomited words without thinking. “I don’t like seeing you upset, and you’ve been down a lot lately, and I just thought maybe this would help, some, a little, maybe.” Breathlessly he shrugged and prayed the floor would open up and swallow him.

Your smile beamed, and you lifted the cup to your nose, inhaling the aroma, and hummed contentedly, “Mmm. You even got my order right,” you said and stepped closer to him to place a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s cause you're always posting about it on social media,” quipped Jared.

You tutted, rolling your eyes at your co-star but kept your eyes locked on Jensen. Dropping back down from your tiptoes, you said, “Thank you for this. It means a lot that you thought of me.”

“It’s nothing,” he lied. It was everything, and as your kiss dried on his cheek, it reminded him of your evening plans. “I know you’ve got a long day ahead, especially with your date later.”

As part of a charity event, you had agreed that they auction off a date with you. The auction had been silent, so you had no idea who had hired you for the night. Though the studio had assured you they had vetted the winner, you’d asked that he and Jared be in the bar next door in case of emergency.

“Oh god,” you groaned, “don’t remind me. I wish I never agreed to that stupid silent auction.”

“Ah, don’t be such a downer,” Jared said, winking. “You never know. He might be the man of your dreams.”

Oh god, I hope not. Jensen thought. He’d already had to watch you be in a relationship with Chad, a man who neither deserved you nor treated you well. He couldn’t bear to watch you be with someone else again. He wanted to be next in line, and he would treat you as you should be, like a Queen. He just needed to work up the courage to tell you.

“I doubt it,” you sighed, and Jensen swore your eyes flicked to him and away again. “Besides, who said it’s a man who hired me?”

“C’mon, you two,” Zara, the makeup artist, said, waving them toward the door, “out! I’ve got to get this one ready.”

Amongst a chorus of goodbyes, Jared and Jensen left. “What is it with you when you’re around her?” Jared asked as soon as the trailer door was closed. “You’re a bumbling idiot, and she’s starting to notice.”

“What?”

“Yeah, she asked me what’s wrong with you. Thinks she’s done something wrong ‘cause you either avoid her or barely speak to her.”

“I know, man,” Jensen groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Ever since you put it out there that we could be more than friends, I can't stop thinking about it. I don’t want to blurt it out at the wrong time, so I try to be careful about what I say, but I just end up tripping over myself.”

Jared clapped him on the back, “You just need to fake some of that Dean Winchester confidence.”

“Maybe.”

“You better find a way to be around her ‘cause you’ve got a date with her tonight.”

“What?”

“The silent auction,” Jared explained, “I paid for the date with her for you.”

“Jared, what? No!”

“I think Gen will have an issue if I show up for a date with her, and are you really going to leave her sitting on her own?”

“No, but Jared, I can’t,” Jensen panicked, “I’m going to make a fool of myself.”

“You’re an actor. Just act normal.” Jared suggested before walking off.

Seeing you through the restaurant window, Jensen wanted to hug Jared so tight to thank him he’d crack a rib. But he also wanted to punch him so damn hard in the arm it’d be limp for a week. Why had he agreed to this? Okay, he hadn’t agreed. He’d totally freaked out, drank two beers, took three shots of whiskey, and then forced himself into the waiting car.

He was going to mess this up. He knew it. He was a fumbling, mumbling idiot around you, and dread settled firmly in his gut as he watched you scanning the menu. He regretted the whiskey and allowing Jared to talk him into this.

He swore he was having an out-of-body experience as his feet took him closer to you. You glanced up when he got to the side of the table, and your face glowed with a smile. “Come to check in on me?” you asked, rising and pulling him into a hug.

He held you a little tighter than he usually would, savoring the moment before releasing you and taking a seat. “Not exactly checking up on you,” he said, “this wasn’t my idea, but Jared brought you for me.”

“What?”

“The silent auction, Jared was the highest bidder.”

Confusion took over your features. “Why would he do that? I mean not that I’m not grateful, I’d much rather be here with you, but I don’t understand.”

He realized it was now or never. “‘Cause he knows how I feel about you,” he admits, holding his breath for a reaction.

“Care to elaborate?” you ask after a long silence.

“The truth is, I like you... a lot.”

“I like you too.”

“No,” he shook his head, “you don’t get it. I cherish our friendship and don’t want to lose it, but it's more than that. My feelings for you go beyond friendship, and I want to see if we could be more.”

“I was so nervous,” Jensen chuckles. “I felt like I was auditioning for the rest of my life.” he contemplates it for a moment, “maybe I was.”

“Well then, it’s good she reciprocated,” Karl laughs.

“It took her a minute,” Jensen remembers, “but yeah, she came around.”

Your phone rings as you slot the key into your door’s lock. You’re juggling coffee, a pile of scripts to read, dry cleaning, and a bag of groceries. You have no hope of answering without dropping everything, so leave it to ring. You assume it’s Jared checking in on you after seeing the photos on TMZ. Jensen and Mae were pictured at a restaurant in Ontario.

The phone stops as you enter the kitchen and set everything down on the countertop.

Gen had already checked in to make sure you were okay, and you’d been anticipating a call from Jared to yet again invite you out to the set of Walker to meet one of the crew he was insistent you’d “hit it off with.” You’d politely declined, having already been on a date that had been pleasant and ended with a goodnight kiss, but you’d told the Padalecki’s it had left you feeling guilty as if you were cheating on Jensen. You needed time to let that feeling pass and allow the wound to heal completely.

You set about emptying the bags of groceries, and your phone rings again. You shuffle the contents of your bag, looking for the device, sure that it will cut off to voicemail before you find it.

“Hello,” you answer, pressing it to your ear.

“Hey.”

Jensen’s voice freezes you to the floor, and you hold your breath. It’s been more than a month since you left him in his trailer, and you’ve only exchanged a few text messages. Why is he calling now? Does he want to be the one to confirm that he and Mae are together?

He says your name when your silence stretches.

“Um, yeah. Hey, hi,” you say, clearing your throat to rid yourself of the shock.

“You sound out of breath,” he notes, “is this a bad time?”

“No, no, I just wasn’t expecting it to be you,” you explain, “caught me off guard.”

“Who were you expecting?” he asks, sounding accusatory.

“Jared,” you sneer, unable to stop the ire you feel.

“Sorry,” he says, and the apology tightens your jaw with the frustration it evokes. “I should have called sooner.”

“I haven’t called you either.”

No one is to blame for the lack of communication. You both needed some space, so you were both right not to call.

Neither of you speaks for a moment, and you debate whether to tell him you're busy so you can end the call and be done with the awkwardness. But he obviously put his awkwardness aside to call, so you might as well rip the stitches out and reopen the wound if that's what this is about.

“Why are you calling now?”

“I need you to know that me and Mae aren’t together,” he says, firm and direct.

You try to interrupt, “Jensen, it’s fine.” but he determinedly continues.

“The picture they posted was cropped,” he explains. “The whole cast and some of the crew were there. The photo made it look like it was just the two of us, and that’s not the truth.”

“Even if it was, it’s okay.” It’s not okay, and from the moment you saw it, you’ve felt nauseous. Still, you assure him, “You’re free to do what you want. You don’t owe me an explanation.”

He sighs, and you can hear the scowl in his tone, “It’s important to me that you know.”

You think it’s sweet that he’s taking the time to explain himself, even if it’s not what you expected. But Mae was never the problem. The situation she presented only shone a light into the crack that you had both been ignoring. Yet the information that Jensen has shared is a welcomed relief in the wake of the storm, but it’s just the eye. More questions are coming, questions that will likely only cause more hurt and confusion.

“Why?” you ask, “why do you want me to know?”

“Because I wanted it to be you next to me…” he pauses.

You're not sure if he wants you to say something or read between the lines, but you can’t let yourself trust the spark of hope that jabs your heart like a pinprick.

“Even if we’re just friends,” he adds.

That pinprick pierces the thin shell you’d managed to build, and it feels like a thousand jagged pieces of glass lacerate your heart, and you chew your top lip to stop the emotion from escaping in a sob.

There’s a loud bang on his end of the line, and someone calls out, “We’re ready on set, Mr. Ackles.”

“I gotta go,” he says.

“Okay,” you say, and immaturely add, “Bye, buddy,” before hanging up.

The party has been a monumental success. You helped Gen, along with a professional party planner, to pull it off.

“So you really had no idea?” You ask Jared once everyone seems to have greeted him and wished him a very happy fortieth birthday. Technically it's not his birthday for another four hours, but the surprise party had needed that early element to make sure it went off without a hitch.

“None,” Jared says, smiling. “I was fully prepared to fly home tomorrow to spend my birthday with Gen and the kids. I was looking forward to it, actually. I didn’t want a big fuss,” he chuckles, looking around the room, “but I’m glad you helped Gen make a fuss. It’s nice to see all the old faces.”

“Not all of them,” you note sourly, commenting on Jensen’s absence. “He wanted to be here, but you know how tight filming schedules can be.”

“I know,” he nods with a tight, sad smile. “It would have been good to see him. For me, at least.”

“Don’t.”

“It’s my birthday. I’m allowed,” he teases.

“It would have been nice to see him,” you agree before Jared can start in on the lecture. “I think. I don’t know. It’s weird and painful, and maybe I'm better off not seeing him until it’s not weird and painful.”

He laughs, pulling you into a hug. “Sounds like you have it all under control.”

“Absolutely.”

You mingle with old friends from Supernatural and new friends from the Walker set. The crew member, a camera operator named Vince, is as cute as Jared promised him to be, and you find yourself tucked in a corner talking with him as the night continues.

You hear the cheerful reunion before you see it. People applaud and shout greetings as Jensen crosses the room and embraces Jared in a tight hug. They hug for a long time, whispered words exchanged between brothers, and you see Jared’s eyes tear up. His night is complete now that Jensen is here.

A few people greet Jensen with hugs and shakes of his hand, but his eyes never seem to focus on them. He distractedly looks around them and seems disappointed when he sees the next person waiting to greet him.

You mostly manage to keep your focus on Vince, but you can see Jensen in your peripheral. You don’t react, but you notice when he finds you. He stares for a long moment, maybe hoping you’ll feel his eyes on you and look at him, but you don’t, and he doesn’t approach.

You're doing nothing wrong, but an uneasiness sneaks up on you. It’s not that you feel like you're somehow betraying Jensen. It’s that you're betraying yourself by denying how you feel. It wouldn’t be fair to start anything with anyone new right now. They’d be a rebound.

Vince seems to notice your focus has shifted and politely parts ways with you.

You spy Jensen across the room, catching up with Brianna, and head for the bar, needing something more potent than wine to make it through the rest of the night.

If possible, Jensen seems to have grown broader, arm muscles bulky beneath the material of his shirt, and you're definitely a fan of the Soldier Boy look. He looks good with a now-trimmed beard and long hair. The sight sends an ache of loneliness through your chest, remembering how it felt to be wrapped in those arms.

A shot turns into two, and when the bartender steps away to refill your wine glass, you feel the air next to you shift. You don’t have to turn to see who it is, the cologne gives him away, and as it arrests your senses, he nudges his shoulder into yours. The familiar heat of his body makes your chest tighten. You so desperately want to turn and embrace him, but you know your fragile emotions would crumble under the weight.

“Whiskey, neat,” he tells the bartender, his voice deep and gruff. He turns his body towards you, one arm resting on the bar, and you sip your drink, silently wishing it was hard liquor again instead of wine.

“Hey,” he says when you don’t look at him.

“Hi,” you respond blandly.

“How are you? You look good.”

“So do you. Really. You look incredible,” you say, without actually looking him in the eyes.

“I hate having to do the diet and exercise thing, though,” he chuckles, “it was so much easier when all I had to do was wear flannel.”

You laugh, but it's bittersweet because everything was easier when he was wearing flannel. “How’s it all going? Stepping into the shoes of a new character?”

“Daunting, but fun.” Jensen talks, and you do all you can to listen and engage but can’t bring yourself to fully meet his eyes.

He says your name so delicately it feels like a caress that sends a shiver through you. You close your eyes and know what he’s asking before he pleads, “Please look at me.”

His eyes have always been mesmerizing, and you know if you gaze into them, the spell will be cast, and there will be no escaping him, even when he’s miles away again. He waits for a beat, but your eyes remain firmly shut, and he closes the space between you, demanding attention.

His exhale wafts through your hair. It’s too close because it's not close enough, and you feel the heartache rising in your chest.

“It was good to see you, Jensen,” you flash a smile in his general direction, picking up your glass.

“Wait,” he says, grabbing your wrist as you turn your back to him. “Don’t leave.”

You freeze in place and turn to look at his hand cuffing your wrist. Slowly you raise your gaze from his hold to his face, preparing yourself for the enchantment of his eyes, but his sad expression is downcast. His chest heaves with a deep breath before he finally looks at you, despondence turning to tentative hope.

“I know I should have said it back then, but I’m saying it now.” His voice is nearly a whisper beneath the muted conversation and ambient music, but it’s clear as a bell to your ears. “Please, don’t leave.”

You turn back to face him, and he takes two deep breaths before he finds the words.

“The last couple of months, I’ve been miserable without you.” He admits, “I’ve had to fight myself to eat, to work out, to do anything that didn’t involve staying in my trailer with a bottle of whiskey. I know that things are weird, but I realized my hesitance had nothing to do with the ending of Supernatural. Yes, I was scared. But I was scared of how easy it was with you, how much I cared for you, how quickly I realized that I am head over heels in love with you.”

You choke out his name as tears well in your eyes, and he steps forward to swipe the first droplet from your cheek.

“I was ready to tell you I’m in love with you, and you were booking flights home,” the heartache of the reminder dims the light behind his eyes, and he drops his gaze to battle whatever emotion he’s feeling. “That scared me more than anything. I didn’t want to say it in the heat of the moment or on the phone, and I was terrified you didn’t feel the same. It doesn’t matter if you don’t. I need you to know that I love you.”

You don’t have words, unexpectedly wishing you had a script so you don’t say something stupid. Then, just as surprisingly, you realize you don’t need words. You take a half step forward and kiss him. Jensen responds immediately, a hand caressing your cheek and drawing you closer as the other slips around your waist to tug you flush against him.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, and he groans into your mouth. His kiss gets you drunker than any alcohol ever could, and after a moment that could have been a minute or an hour, you feel lightheaded.

Jensen chases you as you pull back, placing swift kisses on your lips and pressing his head against yours.

“Damn, I’ve missed you,” you sigh.

“Well, don’t get used to it,” he says, “I’m never letting you leave me again.”

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princessmisery666-library · 2 months

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Please Don't Leave

Summary: Friends to lovers to friends, that can work, right?

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, fluff, Jensen in his thicc Soldier Boy era (that’s a warning in itself!)

W/C: 4.3k

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki. Small Parts/Mentioned: Karl Urban, Jack Quaid, Gen Padalecki.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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18 with Tenochie and the reader says this statement coz Tenoch is the back hugger 😂

(updating previous ask request with more information)

Tenoch walked into the apartment and dropped his duffle bag on the bench next to the door, obediently slipping off his shoes and placing them in one of the open spaces on the rack. As he made his way down the hallway towards the kitchen he could hear you humming. When he finally walked into the brightly lit room he found you with your back turned while you stirred something in a pot on the stove top.

"Someone looks busy," Tenoch announced his presence as he took the couple strides it would take to be at your side.

"Ah, mi amor, you're early! I thought they wouldn't be dropping you off for another hour," You greeted the handsome man with a brief hug and a kiss before turning back to the stew you had cooking.

Tenoch moved behind you and sat his chin on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pecked your cheek as he watched you work, "What are you making? It smells great."

You hummed in response as your free hand picked up your phone to look at the recipe again. Your brows furrowed a bit as you looked at the recipe and then the food in the pot. "It's not supposed to be this thick. I don't know what I did wrong."

"I'm sure it tastes fine," Tenoch replied not really caring about the food now that you were in his arms. He pulled you flush against him as he nipped at your earlobe, "Baby, I missed you. We can eat later, I wanna play with you."

You lightly elbowed Tenoch, "Stop back-hugging me while I'm trying to cook! You're distracting me."

"That's the point, mi amor," Tenoch chuckled. His hands inched your shirt up a couple inches so he could touch the skin on your waist.

You swatted at his hands, "That tickles!"

"Come to bed," Tenoch whispered low into your ear. "We can eat your wonderful food later. I have something else I want to taste."

You finally turned your head to look at him, a pout on your lips, "You want my food to get cold. I bet you won't even eat it afterwards."

Tenoch looked at your frowning lips and immediately kissed them before letting out a laugh. He turned you into his arms, "Okay okay, we can eat first. I promise I will enjoy this overly thick stew that you made and I will love every bit of it. Just don't look at me with those eyes."

You looked up at him with a smile on your face, "Good. Eat what I made for you then I'll do whatever you want."

There was a suggestive brow wiggle that went with that last statement as you moved away from him to set the table. Tenoch couldn't help but bite his lip as he watched you sashay over to the table. He'd eat whatever you told him to if it made you say things like that.

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marvelgurl · 2 years

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Finding Out

Pairing: Chris Evans X Reader

Word Count: 2530

Warnings: Fluff, Sick Reader, Hiding a Pregnancy from Spouse, Insecure Reader, Scott being the best, Language, Angst, Talk of blood and urine tests,

A/N: This is Part 1 in the Adventures of Baby Evans Series. I wrote Surprise! for Chris’s 40th birthday, that is actually going to be part 2 of the series. I know this is a lot backwards, but I didn’t think about it until after I wrote the birthday post.

If there is anything you would like to see in this series let me know,

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As always Feedback is more than welcome. The Good and The Bad. It really helps me.

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For the past week you have been waking up feeling nauseous. You would wake up in the middle of the night, when the feelings started bubbling up inside you. Not wanting to wake Chris you wouldn’t use the master bathroom; you would go down the hall and use the other one. You would make sure to clean everything up before heading back to bed.

You were trying to think what it could be. You were really hoping that you didn’t have Covid, that was still lingering around. You don’t know if you and Chris would be able to be away from each other for the ten days or longer. That would also mean that Chris would have to cancel everything for his birthday. Not that he would care about that, he would be more worried about you.

Later that day you went to the doctor’s office, they had you take a rapid covid test, just to rule it out. Once it was done you went to wait in your car until you got your results back. When you got your negative results, this made you worry a little more.

After getting your results, you went to the store to pick up something for lunch, as well as something for your stomach. As you were walking down the medicine aisles, something caught your eye. The little white and blue box was just sitting on the shelf. It was as if the box was taunting you.

There is no way… Right?

You stare at the box for what feels like an eternity. You did a mental count down before snatching it off the shelf and heading to check out.

Once you were out to your car, putting the stupid box into your bag. You drove home, when you pulled into the driveway you didn’t see Chris’s car, so you were a little relieved. You quickly gathered all of your bags and headed inside. You put things away and pulled the box out of your bag, before heading upstairs to your bathroom. You followed the instructions, then set a timer.

When it was close to the timer going off, you heard your front door open and Chris yelling for you.

“Honey! I’m home!”

When you didn’t respond, he walked up the stairs calling for you again. Seeing the bathroom door closed, he walked over and knocked on the door.

“Honey are you in there?”

“Yeah, I will be out in a minute.” You were able to keep your voice even, which surprised you because of how nervous you were.

“Okay, I’m going to go outside with Dodger for a little while.”

“Cool, I’m going to make lunch when I’m done in here.”

“Oh, do you want any help?”

“No, just go have fun with Dodger.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You heard him leave and start heading down the stairs when your timer went off. You started thinking about if you were ready to have a baby. You know Chris wants to have kids; you guys have talked about it a few times.

Now that you were sitting in your bathroom, waiting to find out if you are pregnant. You were starting to second guess everything. You let out a sigh before picking up the stick. Your other hand moved to cover your mouth to muffle the noise you made.

PREGNANT.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. Your heart was beating a little faster and you had butterflies in your stomach. All of the worries you had moments ago, just melted away. You set the stick down and started fanning your face to try and stop all of the happy tears from falling.

“Oh wow.”

You start laughing, once you had composed yourself. You hid the test so Chris wouldn’t find it. Now you have to figure out how to tell him, but first you wanted to make an appointment with your doctor to be a hundred percent. You didn’t tell Chris just in case it was a false positive.

You quickly went about your day like you just didn’t find out life changing news. You made lunch for you and Chris, then you spent the rest of the day as a lazy day, Chris and Dodger were all for that.

A few days later, you were at your doctor’s office. After getting checked in and called back, your mind kept going in circles. You heard a knock on the door that pulled you out of the useless thoughts you were having. The door opened and your doctor’s head popped in with a smile across her face.

“Hello Y/n. I heard a congratulations is in order.” She walked in and started pulling up your file on her computer.

“Well, that’s what I’m here to find out for sure.”

You were trying to not get your hopes up just in case you weren’t pregnant. You really couldn’t sleep last night, you were tossing and turning for a few hours. Eventually you ended up getting out of bed so that you didn’t wake up Chris. You didn’t go back to bed until the early hours of the morning, when Chris came down the stairs to find you laying down on the couch.

“Well, there are a few ways we can do this. The most obvious would be a run of the mill pregnancy test, but I’m guessing that you already did that. Then there is a urine test, or a blood test. The blood test usually take a few days to get the results back. The fastest test is the urine test which only takes two to three minutes. They are both ninety nine percent accurate, so it comes down to a matter of preference. Some women choose the urine test because its faster or they don’t like needles. Then there are women that take the blood test because they don’t want to pee into a cup.”

“Okay, I’m okay with the urine test. I want to know as soon as possible.”

“Then let’s get this started.”

She went to the cabinets to look for the infamous cup. After she wrote your name on the cup, she handed it to you. She had you follow her to the bathroom just down the hall. Once you were done, you put it into the little window and headed back to the room you came out of.

After what felt like forever, your doctor came back into the room with her computer cart. She greeted you once again, before she typed away at her computer to pull up your results.

“Okay, let’s see here.” You were practically bouncing in your seat. “Well Mrs. Evans, it looks like you are in fact pregnant.”

She looked over to you with a smile on her face, only for it to fall. You were slightly in shock, even after taking the home test you still couldn’t believe it.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” She moved over in front of you.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy sigh. Your eyes started tearing up, you brought your hands to your face. You let out a small laugh and you couldn’t keep the smile from your face. “I’m gonna have a baby.”

“Yes, you are. You are gonna be a momma. Let me see if we can get you an ultrasound and find out just how far along you are.” She started typing into her computer. “Well, there are a few options. There is one that is two weeks from now.” She looked to you.

“That’s not going to work. I will be out in California for work in just over a week.”

“Okay. Then there is only one option, unless you want to wait till you come back. You could even go to a doctor out there for the ultrasound.”

“No, I would rather have it done here, and I don’t want to wait. What is the only option that I have?”

“In about ten minutes from now.”

“Oh.” You were a little bit shocked that that was even an option. “Okay let’s do that. Can we also make an appointment for June 14th? I’m gonna try to be back in town for my husband’s birthday on the 13th, I want to surprise him for his birthday.”

“Okay, we can do that. If you can’t make it just call and let us know.”

“I will.”

She quickly called down to have one of the ultrasound machines ready for when the two of you went down there. She grabbed you a pair of scrubs for you to change into. Once you were ready to go, she walked you to the room where the ultrasound tech was waiting.

“Hello Mrs. Evans.” She had a smile on her face as you entered.

“Hello.”

“I’m going to have you come and sit on this bed so we can get started.”

You followed her instructions. She moved the bed into a laying down position. She asked you to lift your shirt up just a little bit, so she could put the gel on your stomach. She did give you a warning that it would be cold. Even with the warning you still jumped a little.

“Okay let’s see your baby.”

She put the ultrasound camera onto you, moving it around to find your baby. When she did you could hear a loud and fast pounding. You looked at the monitor, you saw what you could only describe as a peanut shape blob. The ultrasound tech pointed to it.

“There’s your baby. From the size, I would say that you are about eight weeks along.”

You didn’t even realize you had started crying until you were handed a tissue.

“I’m going to print a few photos for you, and we can get you out of here.” She grabbed some paper towels to wipe off the gel.

“Thank you.”

After a few minutes, you were able to collect yourself and head home. Now that you had a one hundred percent confirmation that you were pregnant, you were already thinking of ideas to surprise Chris with the news. The problem is that you have to leave in just over a week to go back to California to do reshoots. So, once you were home, you decided to get your partner in crime involved.

“Hello?”

“Hey Scott. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up for a late lunch today?”

“That sounds amazing. I finally get to hang out with my favorite sister.”

“You better not let Carly and Shanna hear you say that.”

“It’s fine, I’m sure they already know it.”

“I don’t think they do, but okay. So how about we meet in a half hour at our favorite place?”

“Absolutely, I will see you soon. Bye.”

“Bye.”

You quickly got ready to go meet Scott. When you were about to put your shoes on Chris comes around the corner.

“Hey Beautiful, where are you headed off to?”

“Hi handsome, I am going to go have lunch with your brother and then go run some errands before I have to leave for LA.”

“Oh ok. Have fun, but not too much fun. I know how much trouble you two are when you get together.” He walked over to you leaning down to bringing you into a sweet kiss.

“Hey!” You give him a light smack on the chest. “We are not trouble. You are the troublemaker here Mr. Evans.”

“Only because you corrupted me Mrs. Evans.”

“You are such a dork.” You laughed. “Alright, I will talk to you later.” With that you left the house.

You don’t know why you were nervous. Chris’s family have been pestering the two of you for years now, on when you were going to have kids. Scott and Lisa were the main ones, but this feels different for some reason.

You beat Scott to the little café; you grabbed a table to wait for him to show up. It wasn’t too long of a wait. You were looking up ideas on your phone when you heard your name being called.

“Y/nn.” Scott squealed, you got up to hug him. “It has been too long.”

“Hi Scott, I know we really need to hang out more when I come back from California.” The two of you sat down.

“Yes, we should. So, how have you been?”

“I have been good.” You gave him a soft smile. He gave you a slightly worried look.

“Okay, not that I don’t love the impromptu lunch dates. Believe me I do, what’s going on?”

“You know me too well Scotty.” You let out a sigh, as you looked away from him.

“Come on, out with it.” You looked back to him.

“I’m pregnant.”

The look on his face was absolutely priceless, it caused you to start to tear up. The amount of joy that he had was astounding. He let out a squeal before getting up to hug you. You leaned back slightly and pulled the ultrasound photo out of your purse and handed it to him.

“Oh my gosh! That’s amazing!” He let you go to sit back down; he was just staring at the photo. After a few seconds he looked up with a confused look. “When did you guys find out? Wait Why is Chris not here too if you were going to tell me?”

“He doesn’t know yet.” You looked down at the table.

“What?!”

“Scott, I just found out. I know this is going to sound stupid, but I don’t know if he wants kids right now. Especially with everything going on, I don’t want it to add to his stress level. I mean its not like we haven’t talked about it before, and we weren’t even trying. I just…”

“Y/n hunny, stop.’ You stopped and looked up at him. “Let me tell you something. My brother wants to have kids with you, he isn’t going to care when it happens. In his own words “Chris wants to be a daddy.” This caused you to giggle. “I hate that I just said that, but he loves you and he is going to be over the moon when he finds out you’re pregnant. He has told me and ma many times that he can’t wait to be a dad. At one point he was talking to us about how he was afraid to ask you if you guys could start trying.”

“What? No, he didn’t.”

“He did, you can ask Ma.”

“Thank you, for being here for me. I know that that was completely irrational, and I’m sorry.”

“You’re welcome and no it wasn’t. Now let’s get some food and talk about how you are going to tell Chris.”

“Yes, I am starving.”

For the next hour, the two of you were talking about what you should do. Once you settled on an idea that you really liked, you put that plan into motion. When you had ordered part of the surprise you made sure to send it to Scott just so Chris wouldn’t know anything about it.

Now you just needed everything to work out on the film side so that you can make it home for Chris’s birthday.

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starlightiing · 1 day

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Hey guys, can you do me a solid and vote? Friend of mine needs some assistance (I don't write Reader/RPF).

I've heard many different things, but we want to hear from YOU. Is Y/N too jarring? Is 'You' too impersonal? Does having an OC/Use of a set name make it too hard to immerse yourself?

Please let us know with a vote and rant away in the tags!

Thank you for your help.

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thedazedyouth · 1 month

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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Smosh Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Spencer Agnew/Tommy Bowe Characters: Spencer Agnew, Tommy Bowe (Smosh), Shayne Topp, Damien Haas, Kiana Parker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Superpowers, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Miscommunication, but not in a stupid way, author is projecting, my name is spencer wdym i can't project all my issues onto Spencer Agnew, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, First Kiss, POV Multiple Series: Part 3 of you're gonna carry that weight Summary:

“But I don’t want to be mad at you!” The words erupt out of Spencer, tearing their way out of his throat.

What makes him think this time will be any different?

Everything is broken. There’s no pieces to base assumptions on. It’s just the fragmented bits of what they once had scattered across the table.

or, sometimes life gets in the way of things and sometimes one slip snowballs into an avalanche. things can't be perfect forever.

#smosh #spommy #spencer agnew #tommy bowe #superhero au #rpf fanfic #smosh fanfiction #i'm apologising in adavance

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tommyssupercoolblog · 3 days

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Draws a Scene from Our New Fic Cutely

SCREAMS. u can read it here if u want uwu /nf

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lokidokieokie · 2 years

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Last Updated: 10th September, 2022

Key: Smut/Implied Smut = 🔥 | Personal Favourite = 💚 | Angst = 😧 | 🤏 = little bit

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getmehighonmagic · 5 months

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Right, so here’s the thing: Taylor has lost it. He’s officially and utterly lost it.

He’s not usually this uncool, so it’s hard to come to terms with the fact that someone has rendered him, well… speechless. Even though he’d like to say so many things - most of them indecent.

Please read the disclaimer before you proceed, but otherwise enjoy! ♥

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just-some-random-blogger · 11 months

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Hii cutie! Sorry bc my first language it's not English.. First of all I LOVE your writing you do write so sweet about everything and I love that you write about actors too with all the respect!! I was wondering.. I hope it's not too much, if you'd be able to do smth like ewan x actress!reader where she plays his love interest in hotd and they're so comfortable with each other and everyone in the cast can see the chemistry between them but they're afraid of showing their feelings to each other and just think that's just friendship, but somehow someone tries to open the eyes to one of them making the other one jealous and... You know, just write it however you want and of course if you want it, I trust you for this one!! Thanks sweetheart <3

Easy To Be

Ewan Mitchel x Actress!Reader (low key Aemond x Reader)

Summary: "It's really hard to be cruel to you," Ewan mutters. I snort, "if that's hard, then it must be hell to have to kiss me." He hums, "quite contrary," he looks off to nowhere, "I enjoy that more."

Word Count: <500

Warnings: Fem!reader, actress!reader, it starts off pretty violent, fluff, pining, annoying!cast members, crack fic, typos, etc.

A/N: Idk why i'm writing this when my head hurts but i hope you enjoy nonnie though i did take liberties!!! OH WAIT I ALSO WANTED TO SAY DONT *EVER* APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR ENGLISH. ENGLISH WISHES IT MADE MORE SENSE /: AND gurl your english was flawless 🤨 fr you better than me. THANK YOU BY THE WAY FOR YOUR SWEET WORDS ABOUT MY WRITING! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU AND I LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui @antisociablewallflower @lxdyred

Aemond shoves me against the wall and presses me back, hands on both of my shoulders. He huffs, "you must think me either a fool or insane."

I whimper as I try to break away, "no, I know you're insane."

He scoffs and he grabs my jaw, titling my head up just as he draws his dagger and presses it against my cheek, "and do you think I think you're special?"

I make a sound as he tightens his hold on my face. "It will do you good to remember," he leans against my ear, "I can be betrothed to a great many other women. You ought to not test me again."

He shoves away as he storms out of the room.

"CUT!"

I release a sigh and gather my dress as a bunch of stylists come up to redo my make up and fix my wardrobe.

Once that was done, Aemond, or rather, Ewan walks back to his mark and looks at me, "are you alright?"

I smile, "a little rough this time around, but all good."

Immediately he stiffens and walks up to me, grabbing my hand, "shit, I'm sorry. Does it hurt somewhere?"

I grab his arm and step forward, "no, no," I shake my head, "it was just a really intense grip," I make a face, "it was kinda hot-"

"BOO GET A ROOM!"

Ewan and I turn to our side.

Someone makes hurling noises. "KISS, KISS, KISS, KISS-"

"Why are you even here?" I quirk a brow, "you don't even have a sce-"

"YOU TWO ARE GROSS, JUST KISS ALREADY!"

Ewan rolls his eyes and turns back to me.

"EWAN IF YOU DON'T KISS HER, I SWEAR TO FUCK I WILL."

Ewan huffs and looks to the side, "and shall I stab you instead?"

My eyes widen at his reaction. The morons lose their shit after hearing that.

He turns back to me and with knit brows, "I will be more gentle next take."

"No, it's fine," I shake my head, trying to ignore the way I was burning up, "I can take it. Honestly, I'm more concerned about how you keep stepping on my dress."

Ewan brings his hands together and chuckles, "sorry. I'm quite eager. I be more mindful of my steps."

I smile some more.

"-I CAN'T BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY SAID THAT THOUGH!"

We continue to ignore them.

"It's fine, Ewan. Just don't trip on me or we'll both get hurt."

He nods. "It's really hard to be cruel to you," Ewan mutters.

I snort, "if that's hard, then it must be hell to have to kiss me."

He hums, "quite contrary," he looks off to nowhere, "I enjoy that more."

"... w-what-"

"WAIT, WHAT DID HE SAY?!"

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angywritesstuff · 10 months

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Pole King (blurb)

A little blurb as second part since someone asked (also this is me avoiding studying for my exam and working on the WIP I promised myself to focus on)

Here's the link to the first part

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ilpredestinato Just found this old video of @ItsmeYn of when she wasn't dating Charles yet

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evelyn.leclerc "Going old money, WAG even though I'm neither of those things"... and then 😂

↪️ItsmeYn Yep i manifested and here I am now an all accredited member of the WAG club

charles.leclerc.fanclub I may be wrong but I think that's when they met

↪️ItsmeYn It was and I've been obsessed with him ever since 😁 ↪️charles.leclerc.fanclub Oh my god hi... ↪️ItsmeYn Hi sweetie

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ItsmeYn My first family heirloom 🏎️...

P.S. @chanelofficial how cool would it be if there was a version of this shirt with the number 16 on a beautiful red car?! just putting it out there

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charles.leclerc.fanclub You know when you need a family heirloom? when you are starting a family

charles_in_red If you and @charleslecerc got married DROP THE PICTURES (respectfully asking of course)

↪️ilpredestinato DROP THE PICTURES ↪️sharlecrer drop the pictures ↪️passionerossa Drop the pictures

charles_in_red I don't want to interrupt the all "drop the pictures" thing but can we also talk about her asking motherfucking chanel to make the same shirt with Charles number?! 😂

gigi_leclerc if you got married DROP THE PICTURES

charles_as_memes drop the pictures... drop the pictures... drop the pictures

leclerc.wife ma'am can you drop the pictures please? thank you very much

ItsmeYn Oh my god... what is happening in this comment section?! @charles_leclerc control your fan! 😂

↪️gigi_leclerc guys she noticed... don't give up now ↪️ItsmeYn Oh my god... you guys are evil ↪️Pierregasly✓ I don't know which pictures we are talking about but... DROP THE PICTURES ↪️Piarlesstan ahaha pierre is one of us ↪️itsmeYn not you too @pierregasly

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ItsmeYN Let's hear it Tifosi... (and don't start with the drop the pictures thingy)

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charles_leclerc✓ Beautiful ❤️

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ItsmeYN When you don't have a boyfriend anymore so you get a puppy

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charles_in_red wait what? this isn't what I was waiting for

↪️charles_leclerc_fanclub we were here asking for wedding pictures and they broke up? NOOOO ↪️gigi_leclerc I feel bad

yourbestfriend Are you ok? I'm calling you!

↪️evelyn the fact that even her friends are worried 😭

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ItsmeYn I dropped the picture as asked

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gigi_leclerc I'm crying... this can't be the end

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ItsMeYn When you don't have a boyfriend anymore.... but you have an husband who let you have all the doggos you want

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charles_leclerc✓ I said yes to the ONE dog

↪️ItsmeYn sure you did honey ↪️charle_leclerc✓ Yn! ↪️ItsmeYn LOVE YOU

charles_leclerc✓ also... best day of my life

charles_leclerc_fanclub She trolled us so bad

charles_in_red She didn't want to let us win easily... was it worth? yes sir

yourbestfriend I was seriously scared you had gotten mad the other day with that post... you should have worned me

pierregasly✓ I gotta say you know how to throw a party Yn Leclerc...

↪️Piarlestan So gotta ask... were you the best-man? ↪️pierregasly✓ Actually I wasn't and I'm still offended by that... didn't we have an deal @itsmeYn ↪️ItsmeYn Sorry the leclerc bothers love each other too much🤷‍♀️. ↪️ilpredestinato "the Leclerc bothers".. it sounds like a boy band ↪️itsmeYn A boy band I would probably obsessed over 😁😏

↪️Pierregasly✓ me too ↪️ilpredestinato Oh my god... @pierregasly @itsmeYn you are so real for this

lewishamilton✓ It was a beautiful day, thank you for letting me be a part of it

↪️itsmeYn thank you Sir Lewis for coming

olliebearman✓ It was such an amazing day and Yn you looked stunning

↪️itsmeYN Thank you Ollie... and here I thought you found my cousin more good looking than me ↪️F1obsessed ahahaha itsmeYn exposing Ollie's new crush ↪️F1gossip when you can't get the first one you wanted... stay in the family and try again

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super-unpredictable98 · 10 months

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Midnight Strikes (Robert Sheehan RPF)

Word Count: 1,1 k

Warning: strong language

a/n: Just letting everyone who left me a request know, I'm working on them and thank you so much for all the lovely ideas <3

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I can't wait to get out of here, it's so fuckin hot!

Your boyfriend texted around seven. It was your one year anniversary, but he had to work. Of course you understood, his job was demanding, but he loved it and so did you. Robert was meant to be home by eight, so you had everything ready for the celebration.

There was a lasagna ready to go in the oven, homemade garlic bread, and cake for dessert. You prepared the bathroom with candles and a bath bomb so he could relax after dinner, the whole flat was spotless and you picked his favorite dress to wear.

Twenty minutes passed, you put your romantic dish in the oven and set a timer before heading to the bedroom to get ready. The dress was blue and looked like something Donna would wear in Mamma Mia, very light and flowy. The makeup you chose was very simple and discreet, and the hair was also not too extravagant. You even got a new set of lingerie matching the dress for the occasion.

Rob's gift was waiting for him on the sofa, a few books he'd been talking about in the last few months.

You waited until the lasagna was done and turned the oven off, leaving it in there so it would be nice and warm. You checked if the champagne you got for the celebration was chilled and set the table.

When it was all prepared, you looked at the time on your phone, it was 8:05. You grinned in anticipation, deciding where you wanted to sit to wait for your boyfriend who should be coming through the door very soon.

Unfortunately, that's not how it went... 8:05 turned into 8:45, turned into 9:20, turned into 10:00. By then the lasagna was for sure cold and it wasn't even time for dinner anymore.

You sent texts during this time, but there was no response, which elicited a mix of worry and anger stirring in your chest, adding to the hunger that was pretty bad already.

Finally, at 10:25 the door opened and Rob walked in looking like hell. He was sweaty (more than usual), his hair was messy, there was eyeliner smeared around his eyes and he grunted as he usually did when his back was in pain.

"So nice of you to join..." you said, looking up from your book

"Shit, I knew I was late but I didn't know it was that bad," he checked his phone. "I didn't even see it, I just ran as fast as I could when they said I could go home, the tube was packed."

"There's bath stuff in the bathroom, but the candles are probably all melted by now," you folded your arms, absolutely furious even if you knew it wasn't his fault.

Robert left his shoes by the door, walked up to the couch, and sat on the floor in front of you. He had that puppy look on his face, but didn't talk at first, knowing you probably had more to say.

"I worked on this shit all day for us to have a nice time and celebrate, by the time you're done with your shower and everything else we'll have an hour left in our anniversary at best!" Your voice cracked as you spilled the words. "That isn't fair, I know it was work and you didn't have a choice, I'm just frustrated! I already have to share you with the world, I can't even get a proper anniversary dinner."

He listened quietly as you let out your anger and on your own arrived to the conclusion that there was nothing he could've done to make things different if he wanted to keep his job. He then made sure you were done before taking your hands in his and kissing each knuckle.

"I understand how frustrating that is, I'm sorry things didn't work out."

"I know... I am too," you sighed, seeing him so calm kinda forced you to calm down as well, it was quite nice actually.

"If you wanna celebrate another day with something different, I get it. But if you'd like to try, I can shower really quickly and we can have our dinner. Tomorrow I have the day off and I'm not leaving your side. I'll even hold your hand as you go to the toilet."

You laughed, he just knew how to de-escalate the situation. He wasn't always like that, but the talent to make you no longer mad was definitely there.

Robert took a shower and changed into something nice, not a suit, but nice by his hippie standards. He even put on a scarf and fixed his hair to look just the way you like it.

"You look so handsome," you smiled, holding out the gift box for him. "I hope you like it."

He opened it and his eyes lit up. "Thank you, y/n! So comforting to know you're listening when I'm rambling about books and movies and shit," he chuckled. "Now it's my turn."

Rob opened his bag by the door and pulled out a plastic bag, not a very promising wrapping job, but when you opened it, you forgot all about that. Inside there was the white and blue coat Klaus wears for season two of Umbrella Academy. Every detail was perfect, even the embroidery work.

"Robbie! This is so beautiful, I can't believe you did this."

"You always mention how much you love these outfits so I had a replica made in your size," he grinned proudly. "I was between this and the black furry one from season one, but I'll get that one for your birthday."

You pulled him into a fierce hug, he really put so much care into it, he certainly looked forward to this night as much as you did. Suddenly, the time didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was that he was there.

"Thanks for being understanding today," Rob murmured, taking your hand as he happily ate his dinner. He was clearly starved from waiting so long.

"It wasn't your fault, don't worry about it."

"Hey, can I tell you a secret?" He asked with a little smirk.

"What?" You chuckled, half expecting some joke or gag, but he just took your hand and brought it to his lips again.

"It was past midnight when I asked you to be my girlfriend."

"What? No it wasn't!" You gasped.

He nodded as he chewed, completely sure of what he was saying. "I'm serious, my bedside clock was wrong, I remember cause I had to change it after I was late for work the next day. So technically, it's still our anniversary."

"Oh... happy anniversary then."

"Happy anniversary, love."

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 2 years

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Soothing A Soul Chapter 2

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Summary: Before Henry can select his omega he has to over see the crops arrival be relieved of duty and sign his own agreements.

Warnings: Fluff, anxiety, world building chapter, sliht jnfo dumping?

A/n: i loved writing this, i have enjoyed creating a world and history from scratch. The ideas behind this come from soo many different things its been fun stringing it all together. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed creating it.

Not beta read, please ignore typos

Henry had followed the crop through the lower levels onf the building carefully. His job was to over saw the slow yet methodical process of the humans being settled in to the selection chambers of the huge purpose built introduction center, aptly named 'institute of harmony'. It was a monolithic spiral shaped spire in the middle of Morithian sea. The calmest of seas on Astren and the most terran.

The water though dark was blue, a deep navy colour and the sky reflected the colour both bright and light yet deeply saturated. The hope was it would sooth the humans to see something reminiscent of earth as they ajusted to life on astren. Even the building had been based on those found on earth in a place called dubai, though this was ten times the size. And strictly for alphas acclimatising their human omega substitutes.

The institute itself was soemthing to behold even to the Xoumen. It was its own mini city, county even! Everything you could find on Astren was here. There were entertainment floors with everything from gaming centers to dance clubs. A leisure and hobby center that catered for human and Xoumen activities and health spas to keep omegas happy and relaxed. Then a few commercial districts which was a mix of human scale freindly restaurants ,grocery stores, toy and clothing outlets even a human brand called IKEA for human sized furniture and house wares to make life easier for the tiny beings and theh also delivered the furniturekto alphas homes outside of the institutewhich was very helpful. There was even a new retailer an adult retailer for thjngs to help intimate relations between alphas and their omegas which henry was looking forward to visiting at a later date. Thoough for the first few weeks he'd remain in the residential apartment wing and medical suite.

Humans always marvled at the huge institute with its high tech systems and eco freindly concept. But the one thing that seemed to wow the humans were the shift gardens. Half way up the main spire were four floors that ewere off limits until good weather. These floors unfurled outwards and circled the entire building for outdoor therapies and fresh air. The humans loved the colourful sweet smelling flowers and feather soft grass. But it was more desingned 5o break a mental barrier for them. The plants and animals coupled with the technology the gardens boasted helped the humans accept they were not on earth anymore. The stark realisation sometimes came with tears but more often than not they were to in awe of the fauna and wanted to watch the birds.

These gardens were beautiful, the most immaculate he had ever seen. But only the best was offered to the humans they were precious. The gardens also had small play areas used to encourage more movement. The quickler the himans healed after their trip and rebuilt strength the quicker they could leave the institute and travel to their alphas home and pack.

The main attraction in the gardens was a vast lake curling around the building like a moat, delicate water falls filling them. Not only a beautiful peaceful sight but also part of the entire buildings life support system. It provided electricity, fresh water and was apart of the cooling and air purifying system. When closed the water simply fell straight down the spine of the bulding.

Henry couldnt wait untill his own omega experienced it, even after selection she wouldnt be outside for two weeks, the gardens remained closed untill then the temptation was too great and the humans still had to acclimatise. As good as the travelling pod system was they cant recreate the exact atmosphere of astren. So they had to slowly wean the humans onto their own air. Luckily it was now automated through the building now. Unlike the first crop who had to endure the full force of outside two mineuts at a time, then five, then ten and so on untill they could withstand it permanently.

HIs mind drifted to his omega, he didnt know what she looked or smelled like. Hell he didnt even know if his was female! He only called her such becuase he was used to having a femal partner. Yet if the scne tthat called him was that pf a male he wouldnt care. He would love them regardless. He couldnt wait to meet her, to hold her and bond with her. The feeling of having such a small vulnerable being depend on him was just? He couldnt describe it. The need was ingrained into his very soul. It was instinctive, as natural as breathing! Yet it was skmething he and all other alphas head been suppressing and denying for so long. Too long.

He strode though the medical wards as the humans were all processed. None had failed their treatments as expected all were healthy and content. Some were being rushed into autonomy labs havng human medical devices removed. Pace makers and such were no longer needed here and the plastic would only degrade over time, its best to remove then and heal now rather then later.

As much as henry wished to keep walking the wards assessessing each human and make his own selection he couldnt. Not yet, he had work to do. Had to make sure each and every precious defensless bundle was checked, registered and comfortable in their basen ready for the alphas to begin their selection in the morning.

Hours later each human was acounted for, all of the data for each one uploaded to the chip ready for there alphas to collect and imprint on. Luckily the humans were resourceful. Every human had a number, the countries chose different ames for the number but it was the same as his citizen code. The number held your important information, age, ethnicity, place of origin, sex and any other official documentation educating, medical information. And with a few quick scans the humans were enrolled jnto the xoumen identification system, each ones file a delicate pale yellow. Omega.

Now they were all awaiting selection in their small basen cots. Patted down, their delicate muslces rubbed down trying to stimulate them so there was as little pain for them as they awoke. Each weighed down with a scent blanket draped over their slight forms to encourage as little movement as possible. Things ran much smoother now the program had been up and running a few sun cycles. Though this was the biggest batch so far to be recived. Henry was proud. He had helped orcastraight this whole thing and there had been no dramas. His race had a chance, real hope forma future.

Alphas needed the softness of an omega, they needed to protect and care for their omegas otherwise they go mad and becomd violent and twisted. So when the omgeas died out, the planet almost went to shit. Fights, drugs, war civil unrest and wave after wave of vicious violent crimes warped the planet and then soon after the packs began going to war over omega rumours. Entire neighbourhood demolished, packs slaughtered because an alpha just couldnt control his agressive nature any more. Alphas need the balance of a small soft mate, it gives them purpose and comfort.

And then the revelation. If we cannot have real omegas why not search for alternatives, substitutes. And the regime was set up, the Xoumens returned to their ancestors home galaxy; hoping that another planet had intelligent life forms that they could entice to return to astren with them. Low behold their ancestors had somewhat survived a cataclysmic event.

The Xoumen of old were reborn as human! They were a few thousand years behinde but they were alive and well. So the xoumens and humans came to a secret agreement. Xoumens woud purchase swathes of small humans to use as substitutes for the omega restoring balance and samity to their race.

And though the hours were long and the wait was painful and worrisome his time had come. Finally he was reporting in. The humans were all settled and safe. He gave the green light after one final sweep of the chamber and then the lights slowly brightened and the matron nurses were ushered out. His job was done and he had succeeded, and with that marked the end of his duty. Henry could make his selection and go home to his own pack.

He turned on his heel leaving through the large set of doors feeling proud and relieved, almost tearful. He had achieved something meaningful here, he'd perfected the process and managed to deliver 1000 humans, the largest crop so far. It had been tricky the forst two times there were small issues and unforeseeable complications but he had finally done it. He'd laid the ground work to his races future and behinde him was row upon row of small delicate beings, safe, healthy and in deep slumber resting in basin cots. The light s curve of the new beds supporting them perfectly, cushioning them in such a way there would be no sore spots on their soft frames a plush support cradling their neck gently.

He quickly hurried into the riser, what he learned humans called an elevator. A large curved peice of glass that clung to the side of the building and raced up and down the three hundred story institute of harmony. After reporting in and getting the all clear to leave his post he'd gone to his appointed apartment. Not only did he have,to retrieve his document chip and ticket confirming his right to select an omega but he also wanted to change his clothes.

Some humans get worried when seeing their alphas in their military uniform when they met. It was best to meet the tiny creatures out of work gear. He put alot of thought into his first meetjng outfit. Tight to shpw he was fit and had a pleasjng physic and soft. His tiny omeag wont beable to move much arpt first and will have her delicate skin pressed against him. He wanted only the most gentle fabric to touch her. He'd changed into the new clothes, the softest material available that he had spent a whole weeks worth of his deed credits on.

He eyed his reflection in the glass of the riser twisting slowly this way and that. He had a dark copper, russet colour sweater that felt like butter. Slim fitting and dark making him seem bigger then he was,subtle posturing something all alphas did when meeting their intended. And light cream pants again as soft as he could find. His hair was swooped back from his face in a natural mass of curls and his face freshly shaved.

The riser finally stopped on the floor below the selection chamber. The very same one he had patroled all day. He shook nerves reari g their head as his shoes clicked on the polished floor. One of the many advantages of being stationed here for the arrival was that he was here before the shuttles arrived with the other lucky alphas whod been chosen.

He strode up the the long counter his file chip and ticket in hand and smiled uneasy at the female behinde the desk. She nodded to him thanking him and took the chip slidi g it into the small slot before a holo screen popped up with all his information on it. With a few identity checks and linking his details tp the chip it was activate.

The woman pulled a small black band from a slot in the desk and ejected the chip and then sliped it into a concealed slit in the skin feel slim band. She held back a smile as his hand twotched, his eye glued to the coveted black band. Fingers twitching to grasp it and wrap it around his wrist.

"As im sure you know alpha Cavill i need to explain this to you as a civilian" the woman uttered holding up the baand in an almost teasing manner.

"Yes of course" henry uttered with a grunt, bitjng back severe warning growls that were bubbling in his chest. His eyes transfixed on his prize. The band was his ticket to the rest of his life. It too, everything in him not to snarl and snatch from the beta. She was only doing her job but it didnt make the whole danglig carrot scenario any less frustrating.

"This is your gateway to the rest of the building. You must have it on you at all times for identification purposes." She said finally handing him the slim bracelet. His fist curled arohnd it so fast he paused to check the woman still had her hand once he'd snatchedmit. She chuckled shaking her head probably used to this by now. It was an embarrassing truth but alphas couldnt help it, they lost themselves when it came to this natural instinctive pull. It made henry blush, he was acting like a spoiled pup. But the beta waved him off casually before continuing her scripted words.

"Once you select your omega they will have a smaller matching chip bracelet that will have your information on it as well as a corresponding number that matches yours for you to use as proof of your pairing." The words echoed aroh d himmas he quickly slipped the bracelet on his right wrist shaking a few times to make sure it was secure.

"Your chip will be used to access all floors, amenities and used to access your deed credit account. All activities, food and medically necessary threapy is free within the institute of harmony. Deed credits are only to be used for luxury non essential items in the commercial districts" he ry nodded apong with the mwoman prompting her to continue only casually aware that he was being recorded during the briefing. There had to be a record of him reciveing this introduction. It was actually his own idea to record aswell as thumprint and sign.

"This chip will also be needed to enter and exit your apartment. It will hold all personal details of you and your omega including all terran informaion of you omega.If lost please bring down your original selection notification so we can reprint you a new chip. All reprints are free as this is a necessity within the institute" Again he nodded knwojng all about the matching bands and information held on thhe chips as well as the way jnwhich he could use it to trakck and monitor his omega. It was when the woman paused waiting for him to verbally confirm he understood. Once he had done so she grinned at him.

"And norw for a bit of legality. alphas sometimes become overly protective of their newly aquired omegas. Should you feel this become an issue remain in your apartment until yourmbond strengthens and the aggression it passes. You must follow this step and inform us of the isolation." Henry blinked nodding. It was all he coild do, blink smile and nodd. He knew everything about the process, if he was honest he just wanted to throw his weight around and dive in. But he was a civilian now, off duty effectively retired! He couldnt evade the rules and run off into the selection chamber like a mad man. He wasnt an excepton, these were the steps everyone followed.

"Violence is not permited within the institute. Should we find you volatile and lack the restraint needed to maintain control of your aggression, and you did not take adequate steps to avoid violent outbursts. You will be seperated from your omega and removed from the institute." He flinched seemingly coming back from his impatience at the mention of having his omega taken from him. The thought was enouh to make his stomach drop. He'd never allow it, he'd kill them first, theyd really have to put him down to take her away.

"And last but not least, you must attend all medical appointments and follow all steps required by the program, if you are isolating due to territorial aggression you must inform us so we may make other arrangements for care and monitoring of your omega. Failure to infrom us will be seen as refusing care for your omega and you will be seperated from them and removed from the institute" he grunted but gave aanother nod. He understood, but the words left a sour taste in his mouth. His omega will remain with him until his dying day.

"Do you accept our terms and regulations?" The beta prompted knowing she needed verbal communication for the records.

"Yes absolutely" he spoke up quickly, hearing the tell tale chime of confirmation of the recording and then he was quickly directed to make an electronic thumbprintand signature on a slim box on the built in touch screen of the counter

"Great! Now all you have to do is go through those doors to my left and begin selection. Its advised to use scent to select an omega. There will be a small reader on the right hand side of your omegas bed. Once you make your choice press your chip to the reader and you will be able to pick them up and exit the selection chamber. Follow the signs to the wake ward where you will be guided by a nurse through the wakeing process" she woman quickly advised whislt moving her hand around the touch screens finalising the digital contracts and sending them to all the relevant people and services.

Henry hovered for a moment, his feet rooted to the spot as if he couldnt belive it was finally time. Slowly he pivoted to the left eyeing the doors, a strange awe inspiring feeling washed over him. Doubt excitement and fear all mingling with one another leaving him almost cathartic. He looked down to the hand clutching the black bracelet and moving his hands around it clumsily. Finaly he had the slim band around his left wrist letting the rubber contract around it. A tiny vibration signalled its activation. And with that he was all set. Ready to find his omega.

Fuck. was he ready? Wpuld she be everything he hoped for? What if he hurt her? Or she didnt adjust? Or she was still sick?! Oh god this was a big responsibility! He could fuck it up. Easily fuck this up, was he worthy of such a precious gift? He was borderline on suffering from territorial aggression already, its why he had been drafted into the military. He was a community alpha, a pack leader of his small holding and couldnt afford to let himself fall to his barbaric instincts. But was an omega really going to solve all that.

"Good luck alpha cavill" the beta said kindly snapping him out of the deep trance like state of worry. He smiled relaxing as the betas interruption quieted his mind. Silencing his worries just long enough for him to cross the few feet to reach the doors. He drew a deep breath and closed his eyes. He would let his nose lead him to the omega he was fated to find. He waved his hand over the doors handle, a small chirp rang out and he pushed forward crossing the threshold, he couldnt help feel as if her had just opened he door to his future, in a way he just had.

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tom-whore-dleston · 2 years

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Hi my love!! 💗💗 I’ll send you a happy birthday card tomorrow but today here is my request!

Based on this picture and because I cannot stop thinking about having a celebrity boyfriend that brings me as a date to an award ceremony:

🎉 - Austin Butler + “How about we stay here all day and cuddle?”

you know I had to request for him 😮‍💨😮‍💨

now there’s no place else you could be but here in his arms

Pairing: Austin Butler x f. reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: best friends to lovers :’), almost smut, non-sexual undressing, non-sexual nudity (it’s very vague and undetailed), confessions, first kiss, heavy making out, hickies

Summary: You and Austin were always there for each other and nothing could change that. Not even a wardrobe mishap that puts you in an intimate situation.

Word Count: a lil under 1.5k

Notes: Oof this is wayyyyy overdue but y’all know how slow I am at getting fics done 😭 Thank you @beakeoghan for the request and getting me back into my Austin Butler phase 😘💖 Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

*Part of my 23rd birthday celebration which is now CLOSED. Thanks again for taking part in my special day!

You had imagined what it would be like to kiss your best friend. In fact, you imagined it pretty often. But nothing could have prepared you for how magical it really was.

Austin and you had returned to your hotel room after attending the Oscar’s after party. It was the most fun you had in a while, but you were ready to change into your pajamas and sleep until noon. You and Austin retreated to your respective bedrooms after exchanging goodnights. While you were undressing, your zipper got stuck and you struggled to get out of your dress. After accepting defeat, you debated whether you should fall asleep with your dress on or ask your friend to undo your crooked zipper. Sighing, you headed towards his room, knocking on the door.

“Just a sec,” Austin called from inside the room. You heard his feet shuffling against the wooden floor as if he was coming out of the walk-in closet. A few seconds later, the door flung open and you had to hold back from swooning. Austin was shirtless but still wore his slacks with his belt unbuckled and dangling in the middle. You caught a glimpse of his chain that rested against the thin layer of hair on his chest. Considering how long you and Austin had been friends, you had seen him in less clothing, but something about the way he looked under the aureate light made him much more mesmerizing.

“Everything all right, bub?” Austin asked, hints of his Elvis accent still prevalent. Heat transferred to your cheeks at the nickname he gave you when you first became friends. You could never get tired of hearing him call you ‘bub’.

“Can’t get my zipper undone.” You and Austin shared a laugh to ease your embarrassment towards your wardrobe mishap.

“Yeah, that happens. Even with famous designers.” He paused to crack the door wider. “Come in and I’ll help you out.” You followed your long time companion into his room, unbothered by his clothes scattered across the floor. Austin stood behind you, calculating how to place his hands on you without causing discomfort.

A beat later, one hand pinched the top of the zipper while the other held the pull. He yanked the pull down with more force than you had attempted, causing the teeth of the zipper to repel. As your dress began opening up in the back, you held the top close to your chest to prevent it from falling to your feet. Part of you wanted to drop your dress down to reveal your skin to him to show him that you were comfortable enough to be naked around him. There were other reasons that made you want to do this, yet you would never say them out loud. Nevertheless, you clung the dress to your frame.

Austin unintentionally held his breath as more of your bare back was exposed to him. He’d never admit to you, but he was always curious about how you looked naked. This curiousity didn’t stem from sexuality or lust, but rather from a deep love for you. You were always beautiful to him and he wanted to love you in your rawest form. He kept this feeling a secret from you out of fear that your friendship would diminish, even if it ate away at him in the dark of the night.

The zipper stopped at your mid back. Austin’s hands quivered realizing how low they were on you. He slowly exhaled after holding his breath, still clinging to your dress.

“Well, problem solved.” Austin chuckled nervously. “Just needed a harder tug, that’s all.”

You happily suspired. “You are a lifesaver! I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Without a single thought, Austin blurted out, “Me neither.”

Caught off guard by his words, you lightly laughed, a small gesture that your friend secretly loved hearing. Realizing what he had said, he tried to apologize.

“No need to apologize. It was sweet.” Silence filled the air, only the sound of your breaths in sync to be heard. Then, Austin realized he was still holding onto your dress.

“Sorry, didn’t realize I was still holding on.” He released the zipper and almost simultaneously, you let go of your dress, flooding at your feet. Austin made no attempt to turn away. He knew he should have. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

You slowly turned around to meet his blue eyes. Austin gulped loudly, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his jaw clenching. Now that he finally saw you naked, he was more in awe with you than he had ever been. Your chest rose and fell as you stood before him.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

Austin’s hand cupped your face, admiring all your features that he fell in love with. His lips slowly brushed against yours, causing you to meet his the rest of the way. Of course, the kiss was amazing. It was better than how you had always pictured it to be. In the back of your mind, you knew there would be consequences to kissing him. You knew you would be putting your friendship in jeopardy, along with his rising stardom. Yet, right now, all you cared about was living in that kiss forever.

When you finally parted for air, you already yearned to touch and taste his lips again. Austin felt the same way as he stroked your cheek.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Me too.” In an instant, your lips smashed together with more passion. Austin leaned further into you to intensify the kiss, causing you to crash on top of his bed. You bursted into a fit of giggles as Austin hovered over you.

“Sorry, bub,” Austin timidly murmured, bumping his nose against his.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you commanded, yanking him by his chain to continue the kiss. Your best friend smiled against your lips, relishing your sweetness on his own mouth. He managed to part his lips amongst smiling and you grazed the tip of your tongue against his bottom lip. Austin opened his mouth slightly as an invitation to slide your tongue against his. Warmth flooded your body and your head spun as your tongues slowly flicked together.

“I love you, bub.” Austin pecked your lips once more before stooping down to your neck. “I’ve always loved you.” As he planted his lips against where your jaw and neck meet, you choked up a broken moan, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“I love you, too, Austin.” His teeth nipped your flesh and he gently nursed the skin until a mark of his love rose to the surface. Your vision grew blurry and your senses became fuzzy. He moved slightly down your neck, sinking into a new patch of skin. As much as you craved him to touch you more and give you the pleasure you only dreamed of in the dead of night, you needed a moment to take it all in before your head spun off its axis.

“Wait!” You abruptly exclaimed. Austin immediately stopped, leveling his face with yours. His face was full of concern and fear that he upset you.

“You okay, bub? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you did nothing wrong.” Your hand shot up to caress his warm cheek. “It’s just a lot for me to process, you know.” Austin nodded in agreement. “Can we slow down a bit?”

“Yeah, absolutely!” Your best friend responded, plopping onto the bed next to you. “I’m sorry if I overstepped or anything.”

“You didn’t.” You flipped onto your side, gazing into Austin’s shimmering eyes. “New rule: no more apologizing for things you don’t need to apologize for.”

The blonde man laughed. “Deal.”

You were met with silence again. It wasn’t an excruciating silence. If anything, it was a peaceful silence, where you could enjoy the present with the one you loved. Your curiosity about you and Austin took over that peaceful silence. Now that you kissed him and confessed your feelings, there were endless possibilities to what could happen next.

“So, what does this make us?”

Austin flashed you a reassuring grin, tenderly cradling your hand in his. “We can worry about that later. How about we just stay here and cuddle?”

You smiled back. “I’d love to.”

You curled up to Austin’s warm body, resting your head on top of his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. Once you were perfectly snuggled against him, he snaked his arm around your shoulder and relinked his hand with yours. Being in his embrace felt like home and you could stay there forever.

“Austin.”

“Yeah, bub?”

“Can you kiss me again, please? I really love kissing you.”

There was no need for a final exchange of words. He tilted your head up towards him and dipped down to catch your lips with his. Now there was no place else you could be but here in his arms.

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