#P.A. Y/N

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Cosmic chaos 3 Part 10 (last)

This was so much fun! Thank you @enigmaticcattic for letting me run with your AU!! And for letting me make a new villain to throw everyone off XD

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'they drown out the voices...' (part 2) / baby saja x HUNTRIX!reader

part 1 here, part 3

tag list: @rolly-polly-molly @airwolf92

KPDH MASTERLIST HERE

content warnings? mentions of therapy and burnout.

Credit to @tiger-lilee-5 for the concept💜 first show of your joint tour and you are completely spent by the end of it...thankfully you have your personal demon-shaped charger on hand <3

pairings: baby x HUNTRIX!reader (a little? more towards the end)

You loved what you did; there was no doubt about it. Every performance got 110%. You were pleasant to your fans. And creating music was your passion. There was nothing quite like having the words you came up with sung right back to you by an audience of thousands. But it was exhausting. You had a lower social battery than the others and could only manage so much. That was one of the many reasons you loved the girls — they took on what you couldn't.

The first show of your joint tour with the Saja Boys had just come to a close and as usual, you were the first off the stage. Bobby handed you your headphones with a soft smile the second you got backstage, and you patted his shoulder in thanks before an assistant helped you into your robe. That was one thing you could never get used to...the assistants. Another handed you an energy drink. A third passed you a snack. It made your skin itch. Did they think you were stuck up? You knew where everything was...you could take care of yourself. Did they enjoy waiting on you and the others? It seemed like they did. They were always excited to see you at the end of every show. Your intern P.A shuffled over, a shy smile on her lips. You offered her one in return. Pulling your headphones down to rest around your neck, you gave her your full attention. She always liked to chat a bit, and despite being tired, you liked her enough to entertain her questions.

"These came for you," she grinned, holding up a stack of fan mail and a small pile of gifts.

"Thank you." You took the snacks from the pile, stuffing them into the pockets of your robe. "Can you have them dropped at the apartment for me, please?"

"Of course!"

"Oh and Jae!"

She stopped midstep and turned to face you again.

"Take the rest of the day off. It's been a long day, and it's only going to get longer this month. Get some rest."

"Thank you...y/n." You could tell it pained her to call you by name, but you'd asked her to, complaining that being called "ma'am" or "miss" made you feel old. "You be sure to rest up too."

As you passed her, you gently ruffled her hair before putting your headphones back on and sticking a lollipop between your teeth.

You changed into comfy clothes before waiting for everyone else to gather by the back entrance of the stadium. Bobby was the first to greet you again. He grinned with an encouraging pat on your shoulder. You returned his smile with a tired one of your own.

"You did great, y/n!"

Nodding, you removed your headphones, slumping against the wall beside him and leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Thanks. The others performed better, though...I wasn't at my best."

"I can guarantee you're the only one who thinks that," he replied.

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey were next to arrive.

"Brilliant job, as always, everyone!" Our manager cheered, jostling your head.

"Thanks, Bobby!" The others cheered too.

"Jinu said they'll meet us at our apartment," Rumi said as she tapped away on her phone, "they have to go over some things with their manager."

You frowned. All you wanted right now was a nap and a hug from Baby.

When the 5 of you arrived at the apartment, the first thing you did was fall face-first onto the sofa and curl up under your weighted blanket. Turning the volume of your headphones up as high as it would go, you pulled the blanket up so just your tightly shut eyes were visible. The girls watched you worriedly as Bobby scrolled through your personal calendar.

"She's not usually this out of it after a show," he muttered as he tried to find the date of your last therapy session.

"She has been working harder than anyone else for this tour...it's no wonder she's burning out," Mira frowned.

"I can hear you. And I'm fine," you muttered.

"No, you're not." Rumi's voice was stern. "You need a break. We all do."

"Have you forgotten that we've only just started a tour?" You narrowed your eyes at her.

She sighed. You were right. No one would be taking a break until this was over and the Honmoon was sealed... preferably with your boys safely on the human side.

Bobby disappeared into his office to make your appointments. Rumi and Mira wandered into the kitchen to get you some more snacks and some tea. And Zoey...Zoey decided to act as a second weighted blanket and flopped on top of you. The extra weight was nice. You freed a hand from the blanket for her to hold, and she linked her fingers through yours.

"Everything will be okay," she smiled, "we'll make sure of it."

You nodded. "Thanks, Zo."

When the boys finally entered the apartment, they were greeted with Rumi and Mira fussing around your sleeping form, and Zoey pleasantly cutting off your blood circulation.

"What's going on?" Jinu frowned.

Upon closer inspection, all of the men could see that, even in your sleep, your brow was pinched.

"Y/n care," Zoey whispered as she scrolled through her phone with her free hand.

"Is she okay?" Mystery mumbled.

Despite being closest to Baby, they all cared for you a lot.

"She's just burnt out. And she's been cancelling her therapy sessions for tour prep without Bobby knowing. Without any of us knowing," Rumi muttered in frustration.

Jinu sighed. Mystery flinched. And Baby? Baby rolled his eyes. Typical. The green-haired boy walked over to you, shooing Zoey away. When she tried to move, your hand tightened around hers.

"Where are you going?" You groaned, waking up.

Baby winced at the volume of the music blasting through your headphones.

"The boys are here," Zoey whispered, carefully removing herself from you.

You sat up with a stretch and rubbed your eyes.

"Oh, hey."

Baby sat where your head had just been, tossing the cushion onto the floor.

"Don't 'hey' me. Go back to sleep, dumbass."

You didn't need any convincing as you settled your head on his lap, an arm hanging over the side of the sofa. His fingers brushed through your hair as he played a game on his phone. It was easier to relax at home, but it was even easier when Baby was there. Mystery shuffled over, sitting on the floor beside you, and the arm that had been dangling over the edge shifted to drape over the grey-haired boy's shoulder. Baby frowned, resisting the urge to growl at his bandmate as he played with the rings on your fingers.

Everyone knew you saw each other as siblings more than anything else.

That didn't mean the rapper who'd been crushing on you for months had to like it, though.

Several hours had passed before you finally woke again, and when you did, you were no longer on the sofa. Instead, you were in your bed. It was dark, aside from the soft shifting glow of your galaxy lamp in the far corner. A weight around your waist drew your attention to your side. Baby was sleeping beside you, holding you close to his chest as he rested in his demon form. Your fingers carefully traced the patterns on his cheeks and neck. The coolness of his skin was comforting. His eyes fluttered at the contact before opening, vibrant gold meeting yours.

"Go back to sleep," he muttered tiredly, "I've got you."

[sydwritess]

Hey you :)

I loved Younger or Older :)

I have an idea for Lewis, where the reader is twenty-eight and has darker skin and black hair, kinda like Simone Ashley :)

And the reader is his personal assistant and the whole grid even journalits notice how Lewis looks at her so they all play matchmaker for them :)

This would be lovely :)

P.A or More?

Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

Summary: You are a personal assistant for Lewis Hamilton. Over the years, you have grown closer together. One day, the grid tries to pair you both up, leading in more than you thought.

Second Person POV

Notes: Requests are open!

You have been Lewis's personal assistant for a couple of years now. You were mostly behind the scenes in everything, but when he left Mercedes and joined Ferrari, that's when you showed up more.

Whether it was work issues, personal event issues, or late night calls. You were there.

You were sitting in his garage at the British GP, waiting for him to get done with his debrief.

You were going over notes and your calendar when he popped up in front of you.

"Hi." He said, smiling.

"Hey, you've got media next. Are you going?" You ask, looking up at him.

"I suppose so. Though I'd much rather stay in here." He said, sitting down next to you. He looked over at you. That same look in his eyes when he always looked at you.

"I think you'd be alright if you skipped once." You say.

"Perfect-"

"Hey! Lewis, Y/n, how are you." Charles said happily, walking with George to the two of you.

"Good man, good race." Lewis said, shaking hands with Charles.

"How's the agenda going Y/n. Oh- don't forget to add date night." Charles said slyly, pointing to a random Tuesday.

"Date night?" You ask, leaning back in your chair to look at Lewis.

"There is no date night. He's full of shit." Lewis laughs.

"Yeah, you know.... date night." George said, raising his eyebrows. He looked between you and Lewis. But you went back to your work.

"Will you stop?" Lewis muttered to George.

"We just need to have a chat.... do you mind y/n?" George asked. You shook your head.

George, Charles, and Lewis went a couple of steps away and began talking.

"Dude. You just need to ask her out." Charles says. You coukd hear all of them loud and clear.

"She's my assistant. Do you know how much shit me and her will get if people knew we went on a date?" Lewis said.

"You don't care... do you?" George asked.

"Care about what?"

"Yourself. You keep mentioning 'you and her' but it's mostly her your looking after... isn't it?" He backs.

"Ohhh I think so." Charles agreed.

"Will you just stop."

"Not if you ask her out. We see the way you look at her man." Charles said. That made you laugh slightly.

The boys all turn their heads to you.

"What's so funny?" George asks.

"I can hear like... everything." You say, hiding your smile.

"Your fucking twats." Lewis said, walking back over to you.

"So... Is there anything fun for the rest of the day?" Charles asks, trying to switch the topic.

"Media, meetings, that's it."

"I'm not doing media." Lewis said, scratching the back of his neck

"You sure? You can talk about that fun date you have later tonight." You smirk.

"It- it was a joke." George said.

"Right, well I'm off." You say, standing up. You walk out of the garage and down to Ferari hospitality where you see Alex there.

"Hi Y/n!" She says happily, hugging you.

"Hi Alex, how are you?" You ask.

"I'm good." She smiles.

"And I see little Leo is having fun." You say, crouching down to pet him.

"God he loves it here. I don't know what it is but he likes it here more than our own home." She says.

"I get that. This is like my scape-way." You laugh.

"So... I have a question." She says, walking with you up the stairs.

"Okay."

"You and Lewis?"

"Lewis and I just have a work relationship. I'm his P.A."

"I see the way he looks at you." She says slyly.

"Like I'm manager?"

"No. A look of 'I want to ask this girl out but I'm scared' type of look." She says.

"I don't think so."

"Well I think so." She says. You two reach the second floor of Ferrari hospitality and see almost all of the drivers there, along with Lewis.

"There she is! The queen herself!" Max yells, look at you.

"She already knows how great she is, she doesn't need a man to say it for her." Alex says sarcastically.

"Hey so we are all going out to dinner tonight, nice steakhouse by the" Charles says.

"You dumbass, Lewis can't have steak." George interrupts.

"Oh... right, scratch that. A nice Italian restaurant by the lake. Super good food there." Charles says.

"And it's just us and you and Alex." Lando says, pointing to him, Max, Lewis, Charles, George and Oscar.

"I'm down." Alex says happily.

"Sure, I'll go." You smile.

"Perfect." Max says, smirking.

"We should go dress shopping." Alex says, tugging on your arm.

"No way in hell I'm wearing a dress." You say.

"Uhm actually... they sort of have a dress code there, so..." George says.

"Then I'll have to skip this one." You say.

"Then I might just have to kidnap you for this one." Alex says, her face cracking into a smile.

"Fine... but no fucking heels. I'm wearing-"

"Nike's." The whole group answer's for you.

"What? They're comfortable." You shrug.

"We need to go, now!" Alex says.

"Okay, okay." You say, walking away with her. You walk down the hospitality stairs, reaching the bottom and making your way outside to the parking lot.

"Just follow me to the dress shop." Alex says, getting in her car.

"I will." You smile. You get in yours, and slowly follow her out of the parking lot. You follow her the whole way to the dress shop, parking next to her and getting out, meeting her at the door.

"I am making sure you look extra cute tonight." She smiles, walking into the shop. You can't help but laugh.

"Hello ladies, what can I help you with today?" The older women says behind the counter.

"We are here for my friend, she needs a dress for dinner tonight." Alex says politely.

"Oh how fun! What's the occasion?" The women asks.

"It's like a team dinner, but at this super fancy Italian restaurant." You say.

"That's nice, why don't you follow me." She says. You and Alex both follow her around the shop until you reach the back.

"These are all of our informal dresses, just pick out what you like here." She says.

"Thank you." You say. You turn around to see Alex already looking through the rack.

"Okay, first we need rules. No bright neon colors. No red, yellow, or orange because it will make my skin look bad. And no glittery stuff." You say.

"Yes mom." She jokes. You both spend a couple of minutes look through the rack of dresses.

"What about this?" She asks, holding up a strapless black dress.

"I'll try it on." You say, taking it from her. You walk back into the fitting room, closing the curtain and slipping the dress on.

It was long and tight-fitted, a slit going high up the leg and no straps.

"That looks so good!" Alex says.

"Is this is?" You ask, looking down at the dress.

"Definitely." She claps. You turn around and go back into the room, taking the dress off and going into your normal clothes again.

You walk back out with the dress in your hand and you and Alex walk back up front.

"This is one is beautiful, one of a kind to. No duplicates." The women says, smiling.

"Your special." Alex says, smirking,

The women at the register rings you up and you walk out of the store.

"Let's go to my hotel room, we can get your makeup and hair done." Alex says.

"Okay, I'll meet you there." You say. You both drive over to the hotel the drivers were staying at and make your way up to her room.

"Okay what do we do with your hair?" She asks, looking at it.

"I don't know, maybe just straighten it?"

"Straighten it? No. This needs to have... something. Your hair is to long and beautiful to be straightened." She says.

"Okay, what should I do?"

"Hmm... let's do like four braids up at the top here, leading into a high ponytail with some curls at the end." She says. You nod and she gets to work, braiding and curling your hair.

When she is done with your hair, she starts doing some light makeup on you.

"Viola." She says.

"This looks amazing." You say.

"Thank you." She says, walking in he bathroom to get ready. She puts on her dress, does her hair and makeup and the two of you leave together.

"Are you sure you shouldn't wait for Charles?" You ask as Alex starts driving down the street.

"No, I think they are already on their way." She said. It was a pretty short drive, once you got there, Alex parked and you both walked up to the door.

"Oh, I forgot something in the car. You go ahead." She said.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, I'll be right there." She smiled. You shrug and walk into the building.

"Hi, are you Y/n Y/l/n?" The host asks.

"Yeah." You say polietly.

"Follow me." She smiles. You follow her through the restaurant, arriving at a big table with only Lewis at it.

"Hi." He beams.

"Hi." You smile, sitting down next to him.

"So... I have some great news." He says, you look at him for an answer. "But first you look great."

"Thank you, so do you." You say.

"Our friends set us up and now it's only going to be us two." He says.

"I had the feeling." You giggle. "Alex never leaves behind anything in her car. And when we do stuff like this she always waits for Charles to go with her." You say.

"Right? George said he had some unexpected plans and Lando said he had to go tend to his fish. He fucking hates fish." Lewis laughs.

"Oh my God."

"Their terrible." He says, pausing. "We don't really have to continue this if you don't want to." He says.

"I'll stay, maybe it'll give you a good story for tomorrow." You smirk.

You guys talked for around an hour, eating dinner and having a couple of drinks.

"How do you feel about this?" Lewis suddenly asks.

"Abou... us?"

"Yeah, us."

"I don't know, I'm we work together." You say.

"Your also younger than me." He says.

"Yeah." You say quietly.

"I don't mind giving us a chance if you don't." He says.

"I wouldn't mind either." You smile. He smiles back, not just a quick one, a long lasting lovable one.

You both finish your last couple of drinks before paying and walking out of the restaurant.

You walk out front to his car which was parked in valet.

"Do you have a ride?" He asks.

"I'm going to get an Uber, don't worry about it." You say.

"No it's okay, I don't mind." He says. Just then you hear cheering and clapping behind you. You turn around to see Alex and all of the guys standing their looking at you.

"Your fucking awful." You shout.

"But you liked it, I see." Alex says, you just smirk at her. You and Lewis walk over to them.

"You guys are so funny." Lewis says.

"At least your not chasing after her like a lost puppy." Max says.

"Chasing after me?" You remark.

"Oh yeah, full on. He would always talk about you a lot." Lando smirked.

"Will you shut up." Lewis muttered.

"So, were you surprised?" Alex asked.

"No. You almost never forget anything, and any time you go out to a fancy place, Charles is over by your side." You say.

"And you." Lewis said, pointing to Lando. "You had to go tend o your fish? You fucking hate fish." He exlcaimed.

"Lando!" The group yelled angrily.

"What!" He yelled back. You and Lewis shake your heads simultaneously and walk back to his car. He opens the door for you and you get in, he gets in the drivers side and drives back to the hotel.

"Can't believe him." Lewis chuckles.

"I think that's the stupid thing he's ever said." You say. Lewis eventually pulled into the hotel parking lot.

You get out of the car and walk into the hotel, going up to the Ferrari floor. You and Lewis walk down to your room and stop in front of the door.

"Tonight was great." You say.

"I had fun." Lewis smiles.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You say, hugging him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He says. You hug for a good minute before turning around and walking into your room, and he walked down the hall to his. You didn't have many words for the night. But one thing you were sure of is that you couldn't wait to see him tomorrow.

©sydwritess

Hey loves! Loved this request and I hope I met your expectations! You like the younger!reader x Lewis, go check out my new story called Love all the way Through! Comment to be added o the tag list for Lewis Hamilton fics! Requests are open!

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Can you do one where reader is a 5th lord and also used to be in a relationship with Donna. Their breakup was pretty nasty between them and the tension is always thick at meetings or anywhere else but reader is still in love with Donna. One night reader decides to go Donna to talk but then it turns to makeup/hate sex and they decide to get back together.

P.a thank you for your Donna stories I love your writing so much!

Yesss!!! I'm sorry about the delay!! Thank you for your request and your support!!! I hope you like it, anon! Sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))

I can't hate you

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, 5th Lord! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, fluff, angst, Donna being Donna

Word count: 6,890

Summary: You knew she hated you, but you still love her...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Damn,” you lamented, pushing away from the table and sinking onto the couch. “Great, a meeting is just what I needed.”

The afternoon light streaming through the window was sad, or so it seemed. Everything had seemed sad and empty since that day.

Living in that village couldn't be synonymous with joy and jubilation, but at least you saw some meaning, some harmony in the snow, in the black birds crossing the cloudy sky, in your own existence.

You never asked for mercy, pity, or salvation from the monotonous life you lived. Your family left a long time ago, leaving only the memory of their past. They were nobles, yes, charged with protecting and caring for the forest that kept the village a secret from prying eyes.

You'd heard stories of nobility, of a renowned family name associated with you, but you always knew that it wouldn't guarantee you a better life, at least not in a place like that. Of all that was once your family, only you remained, isolated in what was once a mansion, and now only partially habitable ruins.

You were happy; you didn't need help, but still, you got it.

Mother Miranda saw something in you, something she herself had overlooked for the past 20 years, something that, according to the witch, the Gods whispered to her. Well, you weren't particularly happy in your solitude, and the winter cold would eventually kill you.

How could you have refused the hand she offered you?

As in many fictional stories, it wasn't unconditional help; it was a pact with the devil, a silent agreement that would take much more than your soul. You remembered the pain, the sensation of watching life slip through your fingers… You remembered the Cadou writhing before entering your body.

Then, the light came.

As if it were a religious scripture, you rose from that old stretcher, disoriented but radiant, much stronger, different…

(Y/N) had died, but from her ashes Lady (Y/N) was reborn, a new servant of Mother Miranda, the Fifth Lord. Your family's noble past influenced the priestess's decision to include you in the village's decisions, to add a picture of you to the altar of the old chapel.

If it hadn't been for your family's past… what would have become of you?

You preferred not to answer that question.

A gift from the Gods, or so Miranda called the subtle changes in your appearance. Yes, you would remain 20 for the rest of your life, paying a price: marks on your face that resembled the roots of a tree, which you would make sense of soon after.

Around your dilapidated home, flowers began to bloom and the orchard began to bear fruit long before its time as well as the trees seemed to move, to twist as you passed by them. That was the power your new status gave you, the price of eternal life, and the tireless duty to protect the village and maintain the loyalty to Mother Miranda.

The Fifth Lord, the youngest of all, but not the strangest. Unlike your new “siblings”, you decided to use your gifts to help the poor villagers you had once been part of. Destroyed crops, infertile lands, vermin that fed on the labor of others... These began to be your responsibilities, and thanks to your skill, you managed to make the local inhabitants thank the Gods and Mother Miranda for their survival.

You tried, for a weak moment, to relate to your old friends like before, but nothing was the same, nor would it ever be. The excessive respect and fear towards you were unbearable, and you soon understood that your place in that world of darkness had changed irrevocably.

Of course, the rest of the Lords accepted you without question, teaching you your duties, accompanying you on this new path in your life. But as the years passed, those people you once feared became friends, almost family, as Miranda liked to say.

Everything would have been perfect if you hadn't fallen in love with one of them, with the lady in black who gave you nightmares as a child, the ventriloquist, Donna Beneviento.

The cold felt much more piercing than usual, and part of your young personality reproached you for not having given the priestess an excuse to avoid that meeting.

You knew Donna would be there, faithful, but cold as ever. The villagers bowed and greeted you respectfully, but your head was far from the road, right next to her, remembering everything you had experienced together, everything that had happened between Lady Beneviento and you.

But this wasn't the time to remember, but to act, to pretend that nothing that could alter the status quo in which the five of you lived was happening, nothing that could disturb the peace, the control that Mother Miranda had over you.

“(Y/N), it's been a while,” a seductive voice echoed off the stone walls leading to the underground cathedral. It was Lady Dimitrescu, the most senior Lord, and the one who enjoyed being so the most.

“Alcina,” you greeted politely, earning one of her dark smiles.

You knew she was speaking to you, that she was saying something, but you didn't listen. Your eyes fixed on the figure sitting at the back of the room, the black figure who had once been your beloved, Donna.

Your heart stopped for a moment as you walked to your seat, one next to hers, as if fate were laughing at you.

“Donna,” you sighed in a timid greeting, trying not to tremble, not to remember anything that had happened in the past few months and to appear serious and authoritative, something truly complicated when your senses recognized that scent of lavender, that scent that brought back so many memories.

The lady in black didn't move, although you knew that behind the black veil lay a gaze fixed on you. The fabric danced as she turned away from your gaze, denying you even the slightest greeting.

“Don't talk to us, silly,” the Angie doll, Donna's faithful companion, rested on her lap, directing those harsh words towards you. “You silly, silly…”

“Hi, Angie, you look well,” you said, making an effort to separate the doll from its owner, to make a distinction between doll and woman, believing maybe that way you wouldn't feel so hurt.

“Shut up, tree-hugger,” the doll replied as the lady shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “What part of I don't want to talk to you don't you understand?”

“Ugh, okay,” you said, slumping into your seat and crossing your arms as you vaguely nodded to the rest of your siblings, who seemed very attentive, too attentive.

“Welcome, children,” Mother Miranda said, extending her arms at the altar, giving a silent start to that awkward meeting. “Reports.”

One by one, you gave reports of your work, of your discreet lives to the priestess. Surely she cared about nothing but knowing that no one would betray her. Sometimes you feared her, other times you hated her.

Over all those years, you had felt many things for Miranda: admiration, affection, fear... but it didn't take long for you to know her true heart, to discover that Mother Miranda only cared about Mother Miranda.

Of course, you weren't the only one with that point of view, something that made you befriend Heisenberg, but it was irrelevant. No matter what that woman looked like, she had given you those powers, eternal life… You should be grateful, right?

“Why don't you sit somewhere else? You're making me nervous,” a husky whisper reached your ears as the lady next to you moved.

It had been so long since you'd heard Donna's sweet voice that you jumped, a smile crossing your face before your brain could interpret her hurtful words. You opened your mouth to answer, but shook your head, sighing.

“Sorry, this happens to be my spot,” you said in a sour tone, a tone that was totally different from what you really felt, but that your pride couldn't suppress.

“Sciocchezze, you have much more room on that side,” Donna replied, looking away, as if looking at you was painful for her too.

“I'm not going to get up from my spot because it annoys you,” you whispered, with a haughty look on your face. “You should move instead.”

“No”

“Fine, then don't complain,” you said with a wry smile. “Shut up, you're not letting me listen”

“Are you telling me to shut up?” the lady in black said with a gasp of surprise. “You?”

“I don't know why you're surprised... Oh, of course, you were usually the one who has that right, weren’t you?” you quipped making the lady clench her fists in her lap and the Angie doll giggle discreetly.

“Chuidi il becco, I don't want to hear or see you, you're annoying me,” Donna protested, turning her head away from you again, visibly nervous, just like you.

“You started it,” you said in a satisfied whisper, ending this absurd argument, the last thing you needed. “If I'm annoying you that much, sit down there.”

“I'm not moving from here,” the dollmaker stated. “This has been my seat longer than you've been alive.”

“Well, we have a problem then,” you challenged, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms, pretending to listen to Miranda again.

“Mannaggia...” the lady hissed, shifting in her seat, cradling Angie so her laughter wouldn't attract attention.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” the doll mocked, reprimanded by her owner, who moved as far away from you as possible.

You groaned and shook your head again, breathing increasingly ragged, nervous, and tense.

“…that's why we must make the villagers...” Miranda's speech entered your ears, but all you could think about was the lavender, Donna, that woman you once loved, and who was now just a stranger to you.

“By the way, stupida,” the brunette whispered again, leaning towards you mockingly. “You left a dress at my house, that pretty dress I made you.”

“Hmm,” you murmured, not paying much attention to her. “I'll go get it.”

“Don't even think about coming near my house,” Donna replied, her knuckles white from the pressure. “Don't bother trying to get it back. I burned it in the fireplace.”

“Great, how mature of you,” you said amused, with a sarcastic smile.

“Ladies... I can't believe it,” Miranda's voice sounded much closer, her tone warning, a warning, like her gaze, directed at you.

You both lowered your heads, realizing that every eye in the room was on you. Your argument hadn't been as discreet as it seemed.

“I'm sorry, Mother,” you whispered, bending down to show regret.

“You're like little girls,” the priestess complained, her gaze piercing and menacing. “If you're done arguing, may I continue with the meeting?”

“It was (Y/N)!” Angie shrieked, pointing at you accusingly with a nasty squeak. “She's bothering my Donna!”

“Gods...” Miranda whispered, resting her fingers on her temples.

“What? That's a lie,” you protested, standing up from your chair. “Mother Miranda, I...”

“Silence! Stop acting like irrational teenagers and pay attention... You're exhausting,” the witch shrieked. “Do I have to act like a mother? You, (Y/N), sit over there,” she ordered, pointing at the bench Alcina was occupying.

Growling and giving Donna one last furious look, you obeyed, ignoring Angie's taunts, who seemed pleased with her absurd victory.

“Mm, dear...” Alcina murmured when the tension dissipated, lighting a cigarette. “How long are you going to keep this up?”

“What? I didn't do anything,” you protested, paying more attention to Miranda to avoid another reprimand. “She's the one who...”

“What a pity,” sighed the lady in white, shaking her head. “You two made such a lovely couple...”

“Yeah,” you said dryly, unable to avoid glancing sideways at the lady in black, who seemed, only seemed, to be doing the same.

“You tarnish the name of love with your childish behavior, my dear. Can't you give each other a second chance?” Alcina whispered, much more discreetly, taking advantage of Miranda's distraction with Moreau. You shrugged, not taking your eyes off that black veil.

“I'd love to, but it's impossible. She... she doesn't want to listen to me,” you confessed, revealing that those feelings you had for Donna were still there, that they had never left.

“Poor Donna, I still don't know what you did to her...”

“I didn't do anything,” you protested immediately, clenching your fists in the same way as your former lover. “It was all because of her stupid jealousy.”

“Um, of course, your lack of patience with someone like her had nothing to do with it, right?” the lady in white chided you, pretending to listen to the priestess.

“Uh, it’s not...” you said, frowning, but falling silent when Miranda's gray eyes fixed on you again.

“Well, there's always a place in my castle for a beauty like you, my dear, but I wouldn't want to take away from Donna what she considers hers; that would be very wrong, wouldn't it?” the lady of the castle suggested, making a blush spread across your cheeks.

“I wish she would still consider me hers,” you murmured in an imperceptible tone, feeling a pang of pain as you looked again at your beloved, who seemed to be ignoring you.

“Then do something about it, my dear, before your stupid arguments upset Mother Miranda any further. I couldn't bear to lose you both.”

After what felt like an eternity, the meeting came to an end. Of course, you didn't hear any of Miranda's words; all you could think about was your feelings. Maybe Alcina was right, and it was time to fix this mess.

You couldn't think of anything else. You dreamed of Donna, you thought of her every moment, of the day you could feel her skin against yours again, the day the whispers of love would once again flow from her lips.

“Donna, wait,” you said, grabbing the lady who passed in front of you, holding her in place.

With a furious gasp, Donna pulled away, scorning your approach, making you swallow your pride and your words sound like a plea.

“Lasciami,” she whispered, turning her back on you while Angie made mocking gestures in your direction.

“Oh, come on, I want to talk to you and...” you insisted with that pathetic, pleading tone, chasing the lady outside.

“I don't want to talk to you, do you hear me?” she said in a cold tone, causing the rest of the Lords to look at you curiously as they walked. “You're lucky you're a Lord, and that my powers don't affect you.”

“Are you threatening me?” you asked incredulously. “Donna, please, I just want to talk.”

“I have nothing to talk to you about,” the lady said, ignoring you again and starting to walk away.

“Donna…” you sighed, exhausted, watching her figure disappear into the snow.

At least she'd talked to you, and that was much more than there had been in the last few weeks, but it wasn't enough.

When you met Lady Beneviento, everything was different. Donna was a strange woman about whom you'd heard terrible rumors, but she was still intriguing, interesting.

Your skill with plants had formed a kind of bond with that strange dollmaker, working together on an experiment, on Mother Miranda's orders. Until that moment, you believed what the villagers said about her was true, but little by little, you discovered that those claims were far from reality.

Donna was sick, yes, her mind had been damaged since birth, and it worsened after losing her family in a terrible way, but… But the word "monster," with which your old friends defined her, differed quite a bit from what you could see.

Intelligent, elegant, sweet… Those were the adjectives your mind formed every time you saw her, spent time with her. Her shy laugh became an addiction for you; her hands were the only thing you could think about when you returned home.

Like a romance book, a movie that spoke of an impossible love, that curious friendship you developed became a need as pressing as breathing. You discovered the true woman hidden behind that black veil, the beautiful woman that was Donna Beneviento, learning about her concerns, her story, her tastes…

Afternoon tea was almost obligatory, and a wide smile spread across your face as her voice seduced you with beautiful words, with a honeyed accent that stirred your whole body. Donna was sick, yes, she had problems, but you were always there to solve them, to calm her madness with words of affection, with love.

And finally, you managed to see her face, the beauty hidden behind that horrible black cloth. The deformity that adorned her skin was a trifle compared to the delicacy of her features, the brilliance of her single eye.

She was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

Then, one day, a day you couldn't remember since time ceased to have meaning for someone immortal like you, your lips tasted the softness of hers, melting into a kiss, a first kiss of love.

You thought love wasn't meant for someone like you, but you were completely wrong. No one stopped you from loving each other, no one stopped two Lords from finding solace in eternal kisses, in promises of love, of affection, in nights of passion.

She used the flowers, you made them grow. If it weren't for your sad past, you'd think you were always destined to be by her side. The roots that ran through your face were a reflection of her scar.

Everything was perfect; your life was full of love, affection, lavender... But it didn't last forever. A few months after leaving your old mansion and moving in with her, the problems began.

You knew her madness, her sick mind, but the more time you spent with her, the more evident her problems became.

Your duties as a Lord still existed, and that included visits to the castle and the factory. Being a sociable girl, you always offered to be a sort of messenger for Mother Miranda, and you never paid attention to it. Donna did.

You knew about her jealousy, even before a romantic relationship, but it reached limits that became unbearable. No matter how many times you said nothing had happened at the castle, that the three Dimitrescu sisters were just playing at seducing you.

Donna never believed you, and that began to take its toll. It was the beginning of the end.

An argument, an absurd argument, led to the end of the love of your life. You tried to reason with her, but you couldn't, and that drove you to despair, forcing you to do something crazy: to leave the Beneviento estate forever.

Your breakup was widely reported in the village and among the rest of the Lords. No one said anything at first, but you could feel their glances, their accusations that you were the one to blame. Donna never spoke about it, but as time passed, the tension seemed to grow even more intense.

That meeting wasn't the only one in which Mother Miranda had to reprimand you; there were many more, many Masses cut short because of the lady in black's irrational hatred for you. It was an increasingly untenable situation, and the worst part was that you had always, always loved her, and you continued to do so.

“I don't know how to dance; I'll be terrible at it,” you said nervously, taking the hand she offered you.

“Relax, tesoro, I'll show you," she whispered, gently grabbing your waist, moving you to the rhythm of a beautiful song.

The memories continued to haunt your mind when you got home; the flowers that adorned your old mansion were beginning to wither. All of nature seemed to take pity on you, and you couldn't, and wouldn't, do anything about it.

“Hey!” you protested, wiping the flour from your face. “I thought you were going to teach me how to cook!”

“It was Angie,” Donna said amused, starting a flour fight full of kisses, laughter, love, passion...

“Shit, Donna,” you complained, clutching one of her many love letters that she sent you through her doll, one of those small joys that always waited under your door.

Your thumb ran over the ink, the elegant handwriting of those old-fashioned letters in a language you didn't know. Sadness affected the trees, the plants; your heartbeat seemed like echoes of a better time, one where her lips could soothe any sorrow.

“Alcina's right,” you murmured to yourself, folding the note and putting it in a small box filled with all those painful memories. “I can't forget her, I have to do something.”

It was risky, but you had to try.

The dark forest shuddered with every step you took toward the path, as if aware of your intentions, of the love you hoped to feel again. You had to talk to her, try to reason with her sick mind so she'd understand that you loved her long before you met her, before you kissed her, and that you would always do.

“Okay, let's see...” you said to yourself when you arrived at the waterfall mansion, wondering what you would say, what words you would use in your defense. “No, not that...” you denied, going down the front steps, unable to concentrate.

The sound of the water brought new memories to your mind, clouding your judgment even more, making the idea of ​​returning home sound better and better in your head.

“I don't know what I'm doing. She'll never forgive me,” you whispered, rubbing your eyes, going back down the steps. Maybe the next day you would try again.

A beam of light stopped your steps, along with a creaking sound you knew too well. The mansion door opened slowly, forming a dark figure in the snow, a terrifyingly recognizable one.

“(Y/N)” Donna's voice reached your ears, causing you to turn around, going completely blank.

“Donna...” Was the only thing you could say, nerves preventing your voice from coming out naturally. “Donna, I... How did you know I was here?”

“Fiori...” she whispered, crossing her arms and turning around.

“Flowers?” you asked confused, to which Donna stopped, turning her veiled head and making an unexpected gesture for you, one that seemed to indicate that you should follow her. “What...?”

“Are you just going to stand there? Vieni,” she demanded when you didn't respond.

“Fine,” you said, shaking your head and following your former lover into the mansion.

Everything was just as you remembered. The musty smell brought memories back to your mind and the portrait on the stairs stirred your nerves, sending a familiar warmth over your skin. You felt at home, but the most painful thing was that it never would be again.

“There,” the lady murmured, pointing to a vase in the entryway, one with flowers that shone brightly, as if they had just sprouted. “Those flowers were dried, and their revival could only mean one thing: that you were nearby.”

“Oh,” you nodded, rubbing your hands together. “I guess knowing I was coming kept you from kicking me off your property, huh?”

“Hmm, I've had a few minutes to get ready,” Donna replied, crossing her arms. “I guess you're here for your dress.”

“I thought you burned it,” you whispered cautiously, studying the posture of the woman in black, approaching slowly.

“No,” she said, her voice cold and dry.

“Um, okay... erm...” you stammered, scratching the back of your neck, unsure of what to say, how to bring love back into those walls. “Donna, that's not necessary,” you said, approaching her, ready to remove the black veil, something she rejected by moving away from you.

“Don't touch me,” she growled, making you grit your teeth.

“Oh, come on, you're a beautiful woman, Donna. I've told you a hundred times. Do you really have to put on that hideous thing to talk to me?” you said, trying unsuccessfully to push the black fabric away.

“You also told me you'd never leave me,” the woman replied, moving further away from you, her tone spiteful. “You lied to me, (Y/N).”

“Ugh,” you gasped, opening your mouth but unable to find the words. “I wish I could talk to you like two normal people. Do you think you can do that?” you demanded, insisting, finally managing to pull back the black fabric and see her beauty once more.

“Lasciami!” Donna squealed, her one eye shining, red from crying. “Have you come to humiliate me?”

“No!” you squealed back, pushing the veil out of her reach. “I came to talk to you, Donna.”

“Parlare? What do you want to talk about, (Y/N)? I have nothing to talk to you about, I told you... give it back to me,” she demanded, reaching out her hand, starting a pointless fight over the veil.

Patience...

The lady of the castle's words, those accusatory ones, made you give up, returning the veil to Donna just as the situation was starting to get out of hand.

“Ugh, you're insufferable,” you protested, shaking your head as she pondered putting her veil back on. Finally, she decided to leave it, even though her gaze hurt you, the hatred in her eye piercing you mercilessly.

“So, why did you come to my house? To tell me how insufferable I am?” she asked ironically, dropping the fabric to the floor and kicking it nervously.

“Ugh, can't you forget your stupid pride for a moment? I'm the one who's come to talk to you,” you complained again, chasing the lady, who seemed to be comically running away from you, around the mansion. “Unbelievable, now you're running away from me?”

“Do you think I would run away from someone like you?” the lady said, a sinister smile on her face, leaning against the dining room table. “I could have you throw off the cliff, (Y/N)”

“That's funny,” you said haughtily, walking toward her in a petulant manner. “I'm not some villager you can manipulate at will, Donna. We're on the same level, remember?”

“Hm, I don't know what Mother Miranda saw to name you a Lord,” Donna murmured in a low but arrogant tone. “You would have been better off as a concubine of the castle.”

“And you would have been better off as the lunatic dollmaker you were before Miranda took pity on you,” you replied, hurt by her words, slightly regretting it, but standing your ground, taking a breath. “It's absurd, Donna, it's absurd that we continue arguing like this.”

“No, (Y/N), or rather, Lady (Y/N),” Donna said, raising her eyebrow. “You are Lady (Y/N), I am Lady Beneviento. You better respect me.”

“Yes, of course,” you said in a mocking tone. “Excuse me, Lady Beneviento, but you didn't call me that way when we were making love, remember?”

“Oh, you mean before you betrayed me? Stupida...” the lady hissed, clearly offended by your comment.

“I never betrayed you,” you whispered in a dark tone, glancing sideways at some plants that seemed to be ruffled by your nerves, making you take a deep breath and try to relax. “I've told you every way I could, but you never listened.”

“You mean you lied to me every way you could,” Donna corrected.

“Ugh, you're...”

“Hey, you two!” Angie interrupted the argument, comically walking over to the dining room table. “Will you all just shut up? You're annoying!”

“Get out, Angie!” you shrieked in unison, causing the doll to flee in terror.

“How dare you address Angie in that tone?” Donna snarled, approaching you and grabbing the collar of your dress. “Show more respect. You may be a Lord, but you don't want to make me angry.”

“Mm, I know,” you said, removing her hand from your clothes with a gasp, but remaining calm. “I know you, Donna, better than you think.”

“Congratulazioni, (Y/N)...” she hissed, pulling away slightly, but maintaining a furious glare.

“Yeah, whatever,” you sneered, straightening your clothes. “Oh, where did that Lady (Y/N) go?  Who's disrespecting me now?”

“You don't deserve my respect, stupida; you betrayed me, you cheated on me!” the lady shrieked, stamping her foot again, echoing off the mansion walls.

“I never cheated on you! You were the one who imagined it all! You and your stupid paranoia!”

Donna fell silent, but soon after, she laughed mockingly, nervously, shaking her head.

“You still have the nerve to deny what happened at the castle. You're bold, I'll give you that,” she murmured, turning her back on you with a tired sigh.

“Nothing happened at the castle,” you said, lowering your tone as well, approaching the lady slowly. “Nothing happened between Daniela and me.”

“I saw the way she looked at you! How she tried to seduce you!” the lady in black exclaimed, turning around, making you back away again. “I may be sick, but I'm not blind, (Y/N).”

“You only saw what you wanted to see, Donna,” you said, trying to calm down, trying not to get intoxicated by the lavender. “You know exactly what those girls are like. I'd never...”

“You'd never what?” she interrupted, without moving away from you, facing you directly. “You'd never leave me?”

“If I left, it was because you didn’t listen to me,” you defended yourself, easing the argument a bit, but maintaining the same tension. “It was impossible to reason with you.”

“You broke my heart. I guess I should have made you a hot bath to clean your filthy body, filthy with your betrayal, vero?” she said in a sour tone, leaning closer and pointing at you.

“You still think I cheated on you,” you said, unsure if it was for Donna, or for yourself. “You never trusted me, Donna.”

“How can I trust you?” the lady asked, waving her arms wildly. “You're... you're a beautiful girl. Everyone wants you. I-I can't stand the way they looked at you, wanting to taste you, to steal your warmth from my body.”

“You're beautiful too,” you said, bringing your hand to her cheek, a gesture she, of course, rejected with a sad moan, looking at you with a moist eye. “And that doesn't mean I think every person who comes near you wants to sleep with you, Donna. Your jealousy was completely irrational.”

“Irrational... che divertente...” she whispered, frowning, unable to meet your gaze. “That stupid girl tried to kiss you. Do you really think that's irrational?”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, seeing some light in that dark argument.

“I'm not one of your dolls, Donna. I can act on my own, you know?” you stated, your voice confident. ��Did you not think for a moment I'd pull away?”

The lady in black hesitated, speechless, and quickly approached, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a passionate, unpredictable kiss, but one that gave you the warmth you were missing.

“Donna...” you sighed, placing your hand on your assaulted lips.

“See? You haven't pulled away,” she said with a satisfied smile, leaning back on the table.

“Sure I haven’t,” you said, moving closer again. “I haven't pulled away because... because I wanted you to kiss me.”

“I don't believe you,” Donna whispered, your lips very close to hers again, her eye closed and a tear running down her cheek.

“I don't need you to believe me, just for you to kiss me again,” you sighed, now attacking her lips, kissing her passionately, letting yourself be carried away by that spark her accusatory kiss ignited in your heart.

“You just want to... tempt me,” she said among kisses, grabbing your waist, your dress, your face... running her fingers along the roots of your cheeks while your tongues played tirelessly, reaffirming how much you had missed each other.

“Did I succeed?” you asked, amused, moving your hands to her black hair as your bodies danced, wanting to mingle.

“No,” she said, pulling away so she could unbutton your dress, gasping at the effect of her teeth on your neck, her hands beneath your clothes.

“Whatever you say,” you said, shaking your head as your fingers played with the buttons of her black blouse and your leg was manipulated by her nails digging into your skin.

There were no more words, just kisses, just hands roaming over a body they thought they'd lost. The caresses of her soft hands on your skin made you moan, deepening your work on her lips as your legs unconsciously moved toward the sofa.

“You're disrespecting me,” Donna accused you among gasps as your playful hand pushed her onto the sofa, while hers pulled your body to rest on top of hers, your legs on either side of her hips.

“Good,” you said contentedly, cupping her partially exposed breasts, pushing the black fabric of her blouse away from the perfect view of her skin.

She looked at you, but couldn't suppress the instinct to devour you again, to move her hips with yours in a hot, tense dance filled with hate, love, and passion.

“Y-You've always been the weakest Lord, (Y/N),” Donna said, pushing you down from her body as she ripped off your bra with her hand, positioning herself on top of you, dominating you.

“That's not what I think,” you whispered, biting her ear, causing her to protest with a moan as you squeezed one of her now-exposed breasts, throwing the fabric that protected them across the room. “I bet you're dying for me to do it.”

“You're dying,” she accused you, hitting the couch as your hand slid up her skirt, touching the soft skin of her legs, making her even more nervous. “You tricked me into being at your mercy, and it's the opposite, (Y/N).”

“Mm, I suppose you're saying that because you're on top, right? I know it's not what you like, Donna,” you challenged, placing one of your legs between her thighs, making the lady in black falter, shivering at the contact. “I think you like being at my mercy...”

“Maybe in your dreams,” Donna said, moving quickly to remove the friction and tearing off your underwear with a sharp tug, sinking her hand into your already damp folds. “But they're just dreams, (Y/N)”

“Donna...” you moaned helplessly as her slender fingers skillfully ran over your body, circling your clit, making you lose your composure, forcing you to moan.

“Così bagnata...” the dollmaker whispered, sinking two fingers into your entrance without warning, still looking at you, letting you know she was in charge. “Now you realize what you lost.”

“Oh,” you moaned, fighting to keep your legs from moving too much from the contact, pulling the brunette into a sloppy kiss as she worked her fingers inside you, caressing your walls, curling when she knew you needed it.

“Are you enjoying this, stupida?” she asked, pulling your hair angrily, but not hurting you, forcing you to nod, to focus on her when in reality, you were too immersed in the pleasure you were receiving.

“Shut up,” you said after a deep moan, forcing your body to calm down, making Donna giggle with satisfaction, speeding up her work between your legs. “Have you been practicing since I've been gone?”

“Stupida...” she hissed, tugging at your hair again, sinking her teeth into one of your nipples, making you cry out in pleasurable pain coupled with her almost perfect movements. “I can feel you, (Y/N). I know you're close…”

You shook your head, but your face and your moans were unable to deny her words. Your hips bucked with every movement Donna made, and your lips claimed hers wildly, biting, licking, devouring everything within reach.

Sooner than you would have liked, ecstasy hit you, making your entire body tense, wrapping your walls around her fingers as you cried out in pleasure, squeezing your body against hers, kissing that wonderful lover you had.

“Just like I said, weak,” Donna whispered, sitting up and removing her fingers, forcing you to taste your orgasm, your pleasure.

“Do you think this is over?” you threatened, crawling across the couch before pushing the lady in black back and pinning her with your legs. “No, Donna, this has only just begun.”

“Dare to lay a hand on me...” the lady hissed, as your lips began to caress her skin, your nails scratching her legs, and your ears ignoring her words.

“I won't lay a hand on you,” you said, amused, tugging her panties down her ankles, keeping a firm hand on her chest, making her eye flutter closed.

Your teeth scraped the skin of her thighs, and her hands seemed erratic, tugging at your hair with barely any strength. Your mouth moved up and up until it reached its destination, her wet, intoxicating scent you soon tasted.

“Cazzo...” Donna protested as your lips brushed her skin, as your tongue mercilessly traced her folds, circling her clit, absorbing, enjoying every shy sound her mouth made.

“You're so wet... you're delicious, Donna,” you said in a moment of lucidity, leaving hatred and anger aside, remembering how you enjoyed her body, how you enjoyed nights of passion with her.

“Bugiarda...” the lady accused, pushing your head towards her again, forcing you to continue savoring her essence.

“Am I a liar? Well, then you won't want me to finish you,” you said amusedly, switching your mouth for your hand, stimulating the brunette in a way you knew was irresistible to her.

“If you stop, I'll kill you,” she said in a dark tone, pulling at your hair with a furious look, embarrassed by the pleasure your lips were giving to her.

You pretended not to want to kiss her again, to make her taste herself, to realize there was still something very strong between you. You doubted if it would have served any purpose.

“You can't kill me,” you said, stimulating her clit again, looking over her body, analyzing her expressions of pleasure.

“I advise you to use your mouth for more than just talking, stupida... it's not good for you to defy me,” she told you, pulling at your hair, burying your head between her legs.

“You can't kill me because...” you said, stopping again, caressing her delicious wetness with your fingers, inserting them slowly in her eager walls, making her moan shamefully. “… Because I know you still love me.”

Without waiting for a reply, your tongue ran over her wetness again, forming a subtle rhythm with your fingers, making the lady in black lose control of her language, whisper words you didn't understand, and moan uncontrollably.

“Sto...Sto per...” she said, pushing you away before her back tensed and her thighs squeezed your head tightly, feeling the embrace of her insides, the explosion of pleasure you could feel on your lips.

Neither of you said anything after that. There weren't a word of love, just silence as the two of you dressed slowly, unsure of what had really happened, how that involuntary act of passion had occurred.

“You've got what you wanted, you can go,” Donna said, buttoning her blouse and tucking her skirt into place, without looking at your face.

“You don't understand, Donna, this isn't what I came for,” you said, covering yourself in the same way, walking behind her.

“Oh, you came to talk, didn't you? And get fucked... that's what I've always been to you,” she said in a bitter tone, pushing your lost bra against your chest. “Go, per favore...”

“Donna, please, don't... don't make it so difficult,” you protested, chasing after your elusive lover again. “If you think I'm that way, you don't know me.”

“I thought I knew you... I thought I knew you, tesoro," Donna murmured, wiping a tear from her cheek. “I-It's of no use pretending to hate you. I'd like to hate you, but I can't.”

“Then don't hate me, my love...” you sighed, cupping her face in your hands. “We were both wrong, but...”

“I was wrong about you.”

“Ugh, Donna, please… Stop being so stubborn and listen to me,” you insisted, wiping away your tears as well. “I never, ever cheated on you. I rejected Daniela as soon as I could. That day I just wanted to be back with you. Every time I left, I wanted to be back with you, with the woman I loved and... and still love.”

“You... do you still love me?” she asked, with a different look, gently grabbing your wrists.

“Every day that passes without you is hell, Donna. Eternal life isn't worth it without you,” you confessed, making Donna lower her head. “And I know you feel the same.”

“Io... Io..." she stammered, blinking erratically. “Th-those things I said while we were making love, I'm not… I'm not like that.”

“I know…” you sighed, very close to her lips. “I would have preferred for you to love me like before, to hear you whisper in my ear while you take me…”

“Sono d’accordo,” she sighed, caressing your face, the roots of your cheeks, brushing back your hair, sticky with sweat.

“You agree? Do you mean about sex?” you joked, making her smile as she shook her head.

“No, tesoro… Eternal life is hell without you,” she whispered, before placing her lips on yours, in a different way, salty with tears.

“Let's try again, Donna… I love you.”

“Please, amore mio…”

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Y/N sets Actress!Wanda on a nearby table…

Wanda: (purrs) detka

Y/N holds her close, rubbing circles into her lower back…

Y/N: I wish I could spend every day like this.

Wanda: (giggles) we do when we’re not shooting a film.

Y/N: right

Y/N nuzzles her. A knock at the trailer door disturbs them…

P.A: Ms Maximoff? Five minutes to shooting

Wanda: thank you.

Wanda kisses Y/N one last time…

Wanda: til later detka

For @lifespectator

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Pretty P.A. Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion modeling agency director in the industry for the past 13 years.  They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes.  He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him.  Change always takes time,  but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her.    **curvy reader** **Y/N/N = Your nickname** Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (not from Bucky), some violence, blood, smut

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“So let’s raise a glass one last time to our fearless leader and King of Fashion, Tony Stark!”  Steve said loudly, raising his champagne glass high and turning towards Tony.  Everyone in the room raised their glasses and cheered Tony’s name, who was holding back some tears behind his blue tinted sunglasses.  He smiled quickly and raised his glass before taking a big swig of his champagne, and everyone else joined him.  They all clapped afterwards and Tony gave a short bow.

“Thank you, thank you very much,” he said loudly, gesturing for everyone to quiet down.  “I just want to thank all of you for being here and believing in us, in this, in me, and for trusting me with your careers all these years.  And I’d like to thank a couple of people specifically who have made this the greatest career I could have ever hoped for, and without whom I would not be here today.  First to my wife, Pepper,” he turned to her next to him and everyone clapped for her.  “You have always been my best friend and biggest supporter, and the reason I get up in the morning.  And I’d also like to thank my work wife,” he turned to Y/N with a playful smile on his face.  Y/N laughed and covered her face with her hands, everyone else laughing and clapping their hands for her.  “Without you, Olympus Modeling would not be what it is today,” a collective affirmation of voices came from the people around them.  Y/N shook her head and looked down.  “You have been my confidant, my checks and balances, my ride or die, and I’m pretty sure my life would have imploded 13 years ago if you hadn’t come along.  Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me, and for this agency.  Each of us owe our careers to you in some part,” Tony looked over the room of models, talent scouts and editors.  They all nodded in agreement, wide smiles on their faces as they looked at her.  

“Now, I know I’ve been secretive on who I’m being replaced with.  I wanted to be sure that whoever I handed my pretty P.A. down to would be worthy of her,” he said, looping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.  She rolled her eyes.  “I’m sure most if not all of you know him.  He started his modeling career here at Olympus before becoming a mega supermodel in his own right.  Please give a warm welcome to my protege, the new director of Olympus Modeling, Bucky Barnes!”

The room erupted in applause.  Bucky Barnes came walking forward from the back of the room where he had been hiding in the sea of beautiful faces.  Y/N knew who he was, and had worked with him when he was first starting out as a model years before.  He was generally nice from what she could remember, and insanely attractive.  His long, dark brown hair and beard were now slowly streaking with white and gray around his temples and his chin, making him look even more handsome if that was possible, and his bright blue eyes stunned Y/N every time.  His career had been one for the ages, modeling and walking for almost every fashion house at least once, and he was a staple at every fashion week.  He walked up to Tony with a wide easy smile and hugged him tight.  He turned to Pepper and gave her a small hug before turning to Y/N.  She didn’t expect him to hug her but he did, giving her a short hug that she quickly reciprocated.  He was tall and broad, firm muscles under her hands that she politely and barely touched before pulling away.  He turned back to the crowd of people and politely smiled.

“I trust you all to be on your best behavior and give Bucky the deference and respect you’d give me…then triple it,” Tony laughed.  “Bucky,” he gestured to him to speak.

Bucky nodded before addressing the room.  “Hello everyone!  I’m excited to get started.  I’ve been longtime friends with some of you,” he winked at Steve and looked at a couple of other models, “and as for the rest of you I look forward to getting to know you better.  I plan to do as Olympus has always done and be a beacon of beauty in all its forms.  I want you all to know that I know where you’re coming from, I’ve been there, and I want you all to have safe, productive, and successful careers.  So thank you, Tony,” he turned to him and clapped a hand on his back, “for entrusting me with your legacy.  I hope to make you proud.”

Tony gave him an appreciative smile and sniffed quickly.  “Ahem, enough of this sappy shit.  So, let’s party, and then I’ll be out of your hair.  Drink up!” he shouted and the DJ in the back of the room started the music.  Tony kissed Pepper then turned to Bucky and Y/N.  “Office?”  They both nodded and followed him into what was now Bucky’s office.  Tony closed the door to muffle the music and sat at the main chair one last time.  He rubbed the desk gently before looking up at them sitting across from him.  

“Y/N, I’m sure you remember Bucky,” he said, gesturing to him.  Y/N nodded and turned to Bucky, giving him a small smile.  Bucky gave her a short smile back.  “Bucky, I just wanted to make sure you understand what I’m entrusting you with when it comes to Y/N.”

“Tony, don’t–” Y/N started, leaning forward.

“No, I need to say this,” he gave her a sharp look.  She shut her mouth and sat back, looking down at her hands in her lap.  “I was perfectly serious when I said this place wouldn’t exist with her.  She has been the one constant in my life since she came here 13 years ago, and she will be your greatest asset as you start your journey here.”  Bucky looked at Y/N briefly then back to Tony.  “I also consider her like the daughter I never had.”

“Other than the actual daughter you have,” Y/N muttered, a wry smile on her face.

“She’s only 6, she’ll get over it,” Tony waved away her comment.  “The point is, I love this girl,” he said, pointing to Y/N as he stared deeply at Bucky, “and want her to have a long and happy career here.  I hope that you two can find a good footing together and make this place great, or even greater than I’ve been able to achieve.”

Bucky shifted in his seat before leaning slightly forward.  “I’m sure with how much you and everyone else has been singing her praises, we’ll get along just fine,” he said.  His smooth voice made Y/N chance a glance at him.  His bright blue eyes gave her a long look before settling back on Tony.  

Tony nodded, seeming satisfied with his answer.  He then turned to Y/N and his smile turned watery.  “Oh, Tony, come on,” she said, a lump starting to form in her throat.  “Don’t make me cry in front of my new boss.”

Tony chuckled before looking back at Bucky.  “Could you give us one last minute in this office together?”

Bucky smiled and nodded before standing and walking out, gently shutting the door behind him.  Tony turned back to Y/N and held his hands out to her over the desk.  She quickly sat up and reached for his hands, intertwining them.  He looked at her for a long moment.  “I’m going to miss you,” he said warmly.

“And I’ll miss you,” Y/N said, the tears starting to build in her eyes.  

“It’s been a long but good 13 years,” he sighed, his thumbs rubbing along her knuckles.

“It has,” she agreed with a tight lipped smile.  “Thank you for giving me that chance all those years ago, and teaching me…well, everything I know, really,” she huffed a laugh.  Her tears finally spilled over and she sniffed hurriedly.

“Thank you for everything,” Tony said, his voice trembling.  “He’s a good guy, and I hope you two can take Olympus to the next level.  You’re the best in the business, sweetheart, don’t forget that.”

“All because of you,” Y/N said, her voice straining.  

Tony let go of her hands and stood, rounding the desk and holding his arms open.  Y/N quickly stood and embraced him.  “If he’s not good to you, you call me,” he warned.

Y/N laughed.  “I think I can handle myself.”

[bloodb3nders]

chapter five.

| touya todoroki (dabi) x fem!reader |

wc: 2.9k

a/n : sorry that this took me forever

NOW PLAYING: the greatest b. eilish

you happily sipped on your strawberry matcha as you sat across from your best friend, fuyumi todoroki, at a small cafe near your agency. you both agreed to grab a quick coffee during your lunch break, and it’d been about a month or so since you had last seen each other. luckily, her school was in the middle of a small break, so the two of you could squeeze your outing in.

“i feel like it’s been forever since I last saw you!” fuyumi exclaims, and you nod in agreement. 

“I know! even though I see you more than I see mom and dad I still feel like it’s been eons whenever we meet up,” you add, and she hums in agreement.

“you go on any more dates?” she questions, and you snort, shaking your head. 

“cmon fuyumi, you know I would’ve texted you asap. all the men in Tokyo are either finance bros or dtf, they all suck,” you say, making fuyumi giggle. 

“i’m just saying! It wouldn’t kill you to try and get out there!” she says teasingly, and you can’t help but smile. 

“okay, just because you and the history teacher have a thing doesn’t mean I need to have a thing,” you respond, and fuyumi’s cheeks flush a slight shade of pink. 

“are you gonna miss katsuki now that his internship’s up?” she says, quickly changing the subject from her, and you groan. 

“gosh, fuyumi, he was SUCH a brat the whole time, little shit kept giving me well— shit over every little thing. although, it was HILARIOUS when best jeanist gave him a comb over, his hair was stuck in place for a week!” you say with a giggle, as memories of your brother at your agency from the past three weeks flood your mind. 

“did shoto mention anything about his internship?” you ask, and fuyumi nods with a hum. 

“yeah! he told me he learned a few things when I texted him about it a week or so ago. i’m really proud of him for putting up with working alongside dad for so long, him being, you know—him,” she says, and you nod, understanding her words. 

“are you sure you’re not seeing anyone?” she asks again, and you groan. 

“fuyumi, I promise, you’d be the first to know!” you exclaim, and she smiles teasingly. 

“not even pro hero hawks?” she asks with a mischievous grin, and you deadpan at her. 

“he is literally such a diva, and NO!” you say, huffing exasperatedly at your friends’ antics. 

the two of you soon fall into a different conversation, going on about recent brand deals you’ve been offered and the latest Korean boy band drama. your conversation lasts for about another hour or so, before your phone starts pinging, and you look down to see you’re getting a call from sapphire. 

“oh yumi I’m getting a call from my p.a., give me two seconds!” you say, excusing yourself from your table, pressing your phone to your ear as you walk out of the coffee shop. you almost instantly regret it as you do, because as soon as you step outside, a fan or two recognizes you, and start waving frantically at you, causing you to return the enthusiasm with a sheepish grin and wave. 

“saph, what’s up?” you ask, and you hear a lot of commotion coming from the other end of the line. 

“y/n, you need to go to 3rd street as soon as you can, I’ve got two criminals trying to blow up the square!” she says, anxiety flooding her voice. “i’m on it, I’ll be right there!” you respond back, quickly retreating back into the cafe where fuyumi sits, looking at you with inquisitive eyes as you almost jog towards her. 

“big attack on 3rd, I gotta run, I love you and stay safe, text me when you’re home!” you say, and fuyumi gets up, and pulls you into a hug. “don’t worry, mom, I’ll be fine!” she says teasingly. 

“now, go kick some ass!” she says, giving your ass a smack as you can’t stop the laugh that leaves your lips. you grab your black mask from your pocket, and press it onto your face before running out of the coffee shop, blasting off into the air. 

by the time you’ve finished handing off the villains to the cops, you’re exhausted. well, you’re exhausted basically every day after a shift, but your feet drag a little more as you silently walk home, any energy you could’ve used to fly home zapped from you completely. lucky for you, it’s only a ten minute walk back to your apartment, and there’s something calming about being glued to the ground as the moon begins to float out from behind the clouds that mask the night sky. 

just as you step inside the elevator of your apartment building, your phone starts buzzing, and you grab it, seeing aizawa shoto flash across the screen. your eyebrows knit in confusion, but despite your slight confusion, you pick up in only a few seconds. 

“hey aizawa, what’s up?” you ask, the exhaustion in your voice seeping through. 

“i need you to come to the location I just texted you as soon as you can. villains attacked our camp, katsuki got taken,” he said calmly, and your heart stops for a moment. 

villains. attack. katsuki. taken.

you go completely silent, not even daring to breath. you only move to pinch your leg, praying that in your deliriously tired state, that this is all a cruel dream. 

“y/n? are you there,” aizawa’s voice breaks through the silence, as the elevator dings at your floor. the doors slowly start to open, snapping you back to reality, and you gasp for air. 

“i’ll be there as soon as I can, have you talked to my parents?” you ask, and you hear a sigh from the other end of the phone. 

“i just called them. all might is on his way with a few other pros as we speak. but the sooner you get here, the better,” he says, slight urgency seeping through his words. you quickly check the location he sends you. 

“I’ll be there in 25,” you say, and not waiting for a response, end the car, and click the G button on the elevator button panel. the descent envelopes you in silence, your brain racing at a million miles a minute, prayers and curses whipping through your mind as you mull over the words aizawa just spoke to you mere moments ago. you’ve deciphered two things from it.

katsuki has been kidnapped. he has been taken by villains. 

but there are hundreds of villains in Tokyo, and probably more out where this camp is too. it could be so many different people who took them. it didn’t matter who, you were still going to beat the shit out of whoever laid hands on katsuki. you shake off the wary feeling that’s been creeping over you, as the elevator dings, and the doors slide open. 

you enter into the warm air of the garage, and make your way to the garage attendant, mack. he quickly notices you, and his face, creased with wrinkles from his old age, offers you a comforting smile, which you strain your face to return. 

“good evening, ms bakugo, heading out for the night?” mack asks you, his voice polite and genuine. 

“yeah probably won’t be back til your shit’s over,” you say, and you’re surprised by how soft and kind your voice sounds, despite everything in you feeling the complete opposite. he hums in understanding, and quickly presents the key to your car, a singular red ribbon tied to it. it’s how you keep track of things. 

you grab your key and offer him a quick thanks and goodnight before you make your way to your assigned parking spot, a few feet away. you quickly unlock your dark red supra, and hop into the driver’s seat, and turn your car on, the engine growling, welcoming you. you quickly connect your phone, plugging in the address aizawa sent you to your gps, and slowly begin to maneuver out of the garage. 

once you’re out, you quickly hop onto the highway, and you slam on the gas. 

it takes you 18 minutes to get there instead of the anticipated 28 minutes your gps told you. 

as you pull up to the camp grounds, you’re greeted by dozens of emts and police offers, and law enforcement cars litter the area. you quickly veer off and park, wasting no time getting out of your car, as aizawa, present mic, endeavor, best jeanist, and all might in a hushed conversation. aizawa’s eyes flicker to your figure, and he steps back, making room for you as you join the circle of heroes. 

“y/n, thank you for joining us, as I told you over the phone, we were ambushed, and katsuki has been… taken,” he says cautiously, and you blink slowly, an audible exhale leaving your mouth as you try to stay calm. 

“do we know who took him?” you ask, and aizawa purses his lips. 

“the league of villains. we have reason to believe they might want him after his showing at the sports festival last semester,” he says, and you do your best to not let your composure slip as you nod your head slowly. all might suddenly breaks into the conversation, launching into a spiel about how everyone is currently trying to track them down to save young katsuki, but you’re not listening. 

your eyes are burning, your mind is burning. you’re currently glistening with rage, your body on fire. they have katsuki. he has katsuki. 

you feel incredibly stupid now. had he been stalking you, talking to you, using you this whole time so he could learn more about your brother? surely that wasn’t it. you barely spoke of katsuki, and you were somewhat confident you’d never mentioned his name. heck, you hadn’t even given him your name. but, then again, that was public information. your rise on the hero charts made katsuki a target, and his own showing at the sports festival also made him a very big target. 

“i’m sure you’re extremely overwhelmed with this right now, which is why we’d like you to take a step back from this while we investigate and look for him,” aizawa says calmly, tip toeing on thin ice. 

something in you snaps. 

“aizawa, I will literally put your wrap scarf thing in a paper shredder if you say another idiotic suggestion,” you reply anger seeping in your tone, coating your lips, as your hands ball into fists. 

“whether any of you like it or not, I will be looking for katsuki until we find him. and I will beat the living shit out of those villains for daring to touch him,” you spit out, and aizawa sighs in defeat. 

“told you she wouldn’t take that well,” best jeanist mutters, and aizawa gives him a look. 

“do we have any leads?” you ask, looking at the heroes around you. 

“not yet, in all honesty, we’re still trying to calm the kids down, they’re pretty shaken up. it might do them some good if we talk them and try and reassure them that everything's gonna be okay, and that bakugo's gonna be okay," aizawa says, and best jeanist hums in agreement. you exhale deeply through your nose, as worry, anger, and grief run over you.

you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket, and you quickly pull it out, seeing a flurry of texts come in from your mom and dad, worry evident in their words.

the brat faintly resembles you, dabi thinks as he watches over the sleeping teenage boy. he's on duty for watching the kid right now, and he can't help but stare at him, as he sees bits of pieces of you in him as he sleeps peacefully.

he thinks back to last week, when you were in the same position, passed out on your couch after staying up watching season 3 of gossip girl. how the same soft snores that left your plush lips leave your brother's as well. maybe that's why he shoots you a text.

bakugo's red eyes suddenly shoot open, and dabi watches him blankly as he immediately begins to try and wriggle out of his restraints, no to avail. dabi quickly shoots a text to shigaraki, and in a few minutes, the rest of the league of villains poors into the bar area, eyes peering at the younger bakugo as he glares at them, daggers in his eyes.

dabi knows that shigaraki's offer probably won't go well with your brother. if he's anything like you, and he knows bakugo is, he's not going to want to join them at all. he vaguely remembers you talking about how fiery of a character he was, even at an early age.

which is why dabi isn't surprised when your kid brother makes a blast at shigaraki, and watches as bakugo curses him out, before preparing to take on all of the villains by himself. a knock on the door distracts the group, something about a pizza delivery guy?

before the group can process what's happening, the wall suddenly explodes, as all might appears on the scene. kamui woods appears, instantly wrapping around dabi, and a dark red explosion fills the room, as you shoot down twice on the other side.

ground zero, all might, and kamui woods stand in the room, and edgeshot soon appears, announcing the presence of tokyo police and other pro heroes outside.

unfortunately, the heroic moment is broken as soon as bakugo opens his mouth.

"SURE TOOK YOUR DAMN TIME, PIMP!" the angry teen barks out, and you snort.

"shut up, i'm not the one who got KIDNAPPED," you fire back, and soon, all hell breaks lose as the battle between the league and the pro heroes unleashes smoke in the room.

you had eyes on katsuki for the first half of the fight, but you've lost him now, as you quickly dodge an attack from a villain, quickly sending several explosions back towards it.

you hear some intense explosions from the sky, as you watch katsuki clinging to some of his classmates. you break into a small smile, as the battle turns to all might and all for one.

once the smoke has cleared, you pull katsuki into a hug, despite his protests of being in front of his friends. you're both beat up a bit, caramel and brown sugar mixing in the air. you ignore his grumbles, and squeeze him as tight as you can.

"i'm so happy you're alive, 'suki," you say quietly, and you feel your brother's grip tighten around you ever so slightly.

"knew you'd have my back, shitty sister," he says gruffly, and a single tear falls on your face as you smile. you pull away from him, wiping the tear from your eye.

"i might have to ask aizawa if i can start teaching at UA, clearly you need more training if you're letting yourself get caught by some villains," you say playfully, and katsuki snorts.

"please. i could totally beat your ass in a fight," katsuki says confidently, and you laugh.

as soon as you enter your apartment, you hear shuffling in your kitchen, as well as the smell of cigarettes and some sort of food.

your vision almost goes red, and you angrily walk into your kitchen, as the back of a certain douchebag faces you.

"you got a whole lot of nerve showing up here," you spit out angrily, and dabi lazily turns his head to look at you, shrugging his shoulders before turning back to the stovetop where he's cooking.

"you fucking KIDNAPPED my brother!" you say, voice raised slightly, anger lacing your tone.

"condition one," dabi calls out, and you huff in frustration.

"not when you literally traumatize my younger brother!" you say, venom dripping from your words as you debate how you're going to beat his ass, as soon as you get him out of your apartment.

"i literally texted u the location but whatever," he says cooly, and your mouth stands agape as you reach for your phone, scrolling through messages from your parents, best jeanist, katsuki, and so on until you find one unknown message.

unknown: near x and xxx streets.

"this still doesn't excuse the fact you were planning to do god knows what to him!" you say, voice exasperated and slightly hoarse from the day. you've been up for almost 48 hours, not daring to get much rest until katsuki was safe.

"and i'm sure he told you all we did was ask for him to join. besides, all the brat did was go on about how he'd rather kill us, and how once ground zero showed up, we'd wished we'd never taken him," he says, tone still neutral and unwavering.

"besides, i made you this vegetable stir fry," he says, and you watch as the patchwork villain shovels some stir fry into a bowl for you, resting some chopsticks on top of the bowl.

"i can't believe you," you say, crossing your arms.

"wonder woman, you're the one who made condition one. plus, if you were really mad, you would've exploded me by now," he says, and a small smirk paints his face as you roll your eyes, and scoff.

"fine, but you ever pull something like that and i'm turning you in," you say, as you take a seat at your counter, burgundy eyes burning holes into the patchwork villain.

"bullshit," he says, and you purse your lips, looking at the smug villain.

his eyes were kinda pretty, you thought as you realized just how blue they really were.

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[justwhisperingfantasies]

The One That Got Away -4- smut +18

Characters: Reader. - Jensen Ackles - Eric Kripke - Karl Urban - Antony Starr - Jack Quaid - Erin Moriarty - Karen Fukuhara - Chace Crawford - Tomer Capone - Seth Rogen -Lily [o.c] - Brett [o.c] - Angela[o.c] - Carla [o.c] - Bill [o.c]

Summary: Jensen comes to Toronto to read over his contract with his lawyer and tries to make you realize your marrying the wrong guy. Finding out how far the limits can be pushed before something breaks.

Warnings: Language. Drinking. Cheating. Angst. A smidge of smut. A dash of fluff. A whole lot of jealous.

A/n: I played with inner thoughts in this one. ‘These are inner thoughts.’ Also the -♡- banner is just a change in scene not pov. This one hurt to write. I promise things will get better. Hope y'all enjoy.

Master List

Reader

Your phone started to ring as you hit the start button on your Keurig.

You sighed. “Eric, I haven’t even had my coffee yet.”

He chuckled. “Good morning sunshine. I was just calling to make sure you got all the info.”

“Yes, I did. I’ll be there at 3 to pick him up.”

“I’m sorry, they called an emergency meeting.”

“Eric it’s not your fault. I really don’t mind.”

“I know I’ve been asking a lot of you. Just want you to know I appreciate you. And I promise it will pay off in the long run.”

“I know you do. And it better Kirpke.” You teased.

 He laughed “I’ll see you at 4 kiddo.”

“Bye.” You hung up and opened your text messages.

[y/n]: I’ll be there at 3 sharp Ross. Don’t be late! 😝

You heard the front door open. “Hey, hey!” Lily yelled as she walked it. She looked around your apartment. “Still no Brett?”

“Nope,” you started another cup of coffee for her.

“Have you talked to him?”

You leaned back on the counter “Nope. Not since Tuesday morning.” You took a small sip of coffee. “But it’s ok bc I got a text that night and last night.” You said in a mocking tone.

“What did he say?”

“Angela needed him. They ran late. He’s staying late at his place.” Lily made a face. “Don’t”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Sure, as hell thought it though.”

She shrugged. “When you’re right, you’re right.”

Jensen

“Hmm you’re smiling pretty big at that phone. I wonder who is texting you.” Jared teased him.

“Shush.”

“Is she picking you up?”

“Yep.”  Jensen smiled again “thanks for bringing to the airport J.p.” he said getting his suitcase out of the back.

“of course, man. Tell her I said hi and spin her around for me. Would ya?”

Jensen chuckled. “I will.”

“Safe travels.” He gave him a one arm hug. “Love you.”

“Love you too man. I’ll text you when I land."

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The last 4 hours had been unbearable. He tried to sleep, didn’t happen. He Tried watching a movie, didn’t work. Tried playing a game on his phone, couldn’t keep focus. The only thing he could think about was seeing her again.

He heard the captain’s voice over the p.a system. Giving the local time and weather then welcoming them Toronto.” ‘Finally,’ he thought to himself

He stepped into the gate and there she was, leaning on a high-top table off to the side of the room, coffee in hand. “Nice hat, babe.”

“Oh, this old thing. It’s from an ex.”  She smiled as she opened her arms.

He wrapped his arms around her. “So, this is from Jared.”

“Jensen Ross No.” She protested, but she was already off the ground. He spun her and put her feet back on the ground. “Damnit Ackles.” He laughed. “You’re lucky you didn’t spill my coffee.”

“Yeah, thanks for mine.” He teased. She slid a second cup from behind the sign on the table.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled. “Did you really think I would stop for coffee and not get you one.”

He took a drink. “I’m more surprised you remembered what to order.”

“Please. I’ve ordered yours and Jared’s so many times they are burnt into my brain.” She teased as they walked toward the doors

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“So, holding onto an ex’s hat.” He said as he closed her car door. “You must still have feelings for the guy.” He winked at her.

“You can’t throw out a perfectly good Cowboys hat.” She smirked at him.

He chuckled. “Sure, you keep telling yourself that.”

She rolled her eyes, pulling out of the spot.  “So, we have about an hour until we have to be at the restaurant, what do you wanna do?”

“I wanna see these sets!”

“Jensen…”

“Oh, come on, You’re like second in command.”

“Ha, no I’m not”

 “But you can get me in…” She narrowed her eyes. “Wouldn’t be the first time we snuck around on a tv set.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Reader

“Just remember to act surprised when Kirpke brings you back here later.” You told him walking into the studio.

“I promise.”

You walked up to the reception desk. “Hey Carla.”

“[y/n], Didn’t know you were coming into today.”

“Yep, got a potential cast member, he wants to see the set.” You pointed to Jensen standing in the middle of the lobby. Her eyes followed your finger and then gave him a once over.

“Sure.” She said she started typing on her keyboard, her eyes glancing between her screen and Jensen. “Got you checked in.” She handed you a visitors’ badge and leaned in. “Do you know if he’s single?”

“Thanks. And no, he’s not.”

“Figures.” She pouted. “Anytime.”

You turned around and walked back to him. “You ready?” You reached out the badge.

“Absolutely.” He said with a wide smile.

Reader

“Just remember to act surprised when Kirpke brings you back here later.” You told him walking into the studio.

“I promise.”

You walked up to the reception desk. “Hey Carla.”

“[y/n], Didn’t know you were coming into today.”

“Yep, got a potential cast member, he wants to see the set.” You pointed to Jensen standing in the middle of the lobby. Her eyes followed your finger and then gave him a once over.

“Sure.” She said she started typing on her keyboard, her eyes glancing between her screen and Jensen. “Got you checked in.” She handed you a visitors’ badge and leaned in. “Do you know if he’s single?”

“Thanks. And no, he’s not.”

“Figures.” She pouted. “Anytime.”

You turned around and walked back to him. “You ready?” You reached out the badge.

“Absolutely.” He said with a wide smile.

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“So, this is the holding chamber for Ben.” You said as you stepped in and leaned back on the cot inside. “You’re first scene, you will be emerging from this.”

He smiled as he approached it. “Very cozy.” He teased.

“Well, it’s a holding chamber Ross. Not a 5-star hotel.”

“I’m not even sure I’ll fit in that.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Please, you could probably fit 2 people in here.”

He raised his eyebrows. “We could test that theory.”

Your breath felt short as he started to step inside.  His celadon gaze locked on your eyes. He licked his lips, keeping his bottom one tucked between his teeth. Inching closer to you. ‘Stop him. This is bad’ you thought, but the yearning suppressed your words.

“Hey!”

His head dropped in disappointment as he left out a soft sigh making you giggle. He turned around holding up his badge.

“Holy shit! You’re Jensen Fucking Ackles!” You recognized Seth’s voice, and you stepped out. “Babes!”

“Hey Seth.” You tried to be enthusiastic to see him. “Jensen this is Seth Rogen. One of our producers. Seth this is Jensen.” You gestured towards them. “Jensen didn’t want to wait. He just had to see the sets.”

“Wow. I’ve heard great things about you.” Seth said as he rushed over, hand already out. “Jesus, look at you I mean you’re hot on tv, but in real life Wow.”

Jensen’s head rose slightly as he chuckled. “Well thank you.” you smiled as you noticed the pink in his cheeks.

“Did you guys need anything?”

“Nope. We were just about to take off. We gotta go meet Eric. He just wanted a sneak peek.” you explained. You grabbed Jensen’s hand and started toward the lobby doors. “Not our first time getting caught either.” He chuckled.

“Alright. If you guys need anything you have my number.” Seth called after you.

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“So, what does your Fiancée “he said the word in a mocking tone. “Think about the sets?” he asked closing the passenger door.

You started the car and sighed. “Not sure yet.”

“You mean he hasn’t seen them?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Too busy.” You huffed.

Jensen

He noticed her whole demeanor shift. Something happened. ‘What did that motherfucker do now’ he wondered.

“Do you.” He hesitated “Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Alright, well I’m here,”

“I know.” She shot him a smile. He knew it was fake.

She stayed silent, biting the inside of her cheek. He knew exactly how to get her mind off it. “So, we got the steelers tonight?”

“Yep.”

“Who do you think is gonna win?”

She slowed down for the redlight and shot him an unamused look “Why would you ask a question you already know the answer to?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know babe, they are starting Gilbert.”

She sighed. “I know.”

“It’s not looking too good for us.”

“Do you wanna walk?”

He laughed. “I’m just sayin’.”

“Well keep sayin’ and those cute little bowlegs will be walkin’.”

He smiled. “You really think they’re cute?”

“Shush.” She rolled her eyes, making him laugh.

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As they entered the restaurant, he spotted Eric, sitting at a big table with three guys he didn’t know, Lily, and Brett ‘Eye roll’ with a women sitting awfully close to him, for someone who wasn’t the women he was planning on marrying. He noticed [y/n]’s face when she saw them,

He caught her arm as she started to walk toward them. “Wait, who are these people?”

“Well, I was gonna introduce you,” his scrunched his lips. “Alright. You know Lily, Eric, and Brett. The big guy sitting next to Eric with dark hair is Karl. He’s awesome. Y’all will be besties in 5 minutes. The smaller dark hair guy beside him is Antony. Also cool. He’s a little bit more reserved than Karl. And the little guy is Jack. Also cool. Kinda shy though.”

“And the woman?”

“That’s Angela.”

“We don’t like her?” he could tell by the way [y/n] said her name she didn’t.

“Not really, but I still have to put up with her. So be nice.”

“I’m always nice.”

“Right…  come on.”

“Oh. There’s my girl!” Karl said standing up to give her a hug. A little too excited for Jensen’s liking. “How are you, my love? How was Vegas?”

‘Who the fuck was this guy’

“I’m good Karl. Vegas was fun. Got to see my Supernatural fam.” She matched his enthusiasm

“I see you brought one of them back with ya,” He stuck out his hand to Jensen “Karl.”

Jensen shook his hand. “Jensen. How could anyone stay away from her?”

Karl chuckled. “I like him.” he told [y/n] as he sat back down

Eric stood up and put his hand out “Jensen.”

Jensen smiled. “Kirpke.” He saw [y/n] sit beside Brett out of the corner of his eye.

Eric walked him over the other guys, “This is Antony, Antony Jensen.” He shook Antony’s hand. “You know Lily.” She smiled and Jensen winked at her. “This is Jack. Jack, Jensen.”

“God, you’re good lookin.” Jack said as he shook his hand.

“Jack he’s already pissed off. You and Karl are gonna make things so much worse for her.” Lily whispered.

Jensen looked up to see Brett whispering in [y/n]’s ear, Her eyes a little misty.

“And this” His attention turned to Eric. “Is Angela. One of the executive writers on the show.”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am” Jensen said sticking his hand out.

“Ma’am? Seriously?” She shook his hand. Then gave a flirty smile. “You are cute, so I’ll let that one slide.” He noticed [y/n] narrow her eyes at Angela.

Eric and Jensen walked over the 2 empty seats. Eric took the one beside Karl, so Jensen sat in the last empty one, next to [y/n]. Jensen dropped his phone. Leaning to pick it up he whispered. “You, ok?” She nodded.

“[y/n] Dallas plays today?” Jack asked gesturing to her hat.

“Yep.” Jensen along with Karl and [y/n] said.

“Didn’t peg you for a Cowboys fan, Karl.” Brett snarked.

“Well, if my love likes something than I like it too.” Karl retorted, she shook her head and opened her menu.

‘Seriously who the fuck was this guy.’

“So, Angela. You and Brett have been pretty busy writing. Anything juicy yet?”

“Um baby,” Brett interjected “We are not at liberty to discuss. They are unsigned talents sitting at the table.”

“Oh bud, you don’t have to worry about me. I ain’t goin’ anywhere.” He gave Brett a huge grin.

Reader.

‘This was such a great idea. Thank you, Eric.’  You thought

“So, babes.” Karl said. 

‘Fuck what now Karl’ 

you raised your brows at him. “We saw the sets this morning. They are fucking fantastic!”

“Right?! The crew did a phenomenal job!” you replied.

“So did the designer.” He winked at you. “Has anyone not seen them?”

“I haven’t yet.” Jensen said.

“Liar. Seth already called me fangirling over you.” Eric said, raising his eyebrows. “Busted again.”

Jensen gave you a smirk.

“We haven’t seen them yet.” Angela said gesturing to Brett and herself. “We’ve been so busy actually writing though.” She took a sip of wine. You rolled your eyes.

“So [y/n].” He said louder than necessary, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Learning how to be a showrunner. Huh? Bet that comes with a lot of responsibilities not many actual writers could handle.”

You heard Eric choke on his drink as you looked up at Lily who was biting back a smile.

“Not many spouses could handle being with a runner either.” Karl jabbed. You mouthed the word stop to him. Jensen and Karl laughed.

“Would you like something to drink?” The waiter asked, looking at you.

“God yes, Corona bottle please.”

His eyes flashed to Jensen. “Make that 2.” He nodded and walked away.

“So what time is kick off?” Antony asked

“8:15, but everyone is meeting at Bill’s at 7.”  You told him.

The waiter brought back the beers and took everyone’s food order.

You leaned over to Brett “Are you coming?” you whispered in his ear.

“Can’t gotta work.”  You sighed and started to sit straight he caught you and brought you back over to him. placing a kiss on your cheek. “Don’t be mad at me. I promise I will make it up to you.”

“Secrets, secrets.” Karl said.

“Are no fun.” Jack finished for him

“Karl, if you must know. I was just telling her what I was planning on doing to her tonight.” Brett sneered. He took a sip of wine and added “With my tongue.”

Jensen’s and Karl’s jaw clenched as the tension hung in the air. Say something you mouthed to Lily.

“So, Jensen. Soldier Boy huh? What do you think?” Jack asked. Thank you, you mouthed he nodded.

Jensen smiled. “Oh, he’s gonna be a lot of fun.”

“Fucking asshole though.” Brett said.

“Beautifully written asshole.” Karl chimed in.

“Still an asshole.” Brett replied.

“So. Who’s all gonna be at the table read tomorrow?” you asked turning to Eric.

“Uh, Jensen, Karl, Antony, Jack, Tomer, Erin, Karen, Maybe Chace and Laz.” He took a sip of his drink. “And Me, you, Rebecca, Phil, Robert, and Seth.”

“Hm, So small?”

“Well, everyone wants to meet your Soldier Boy.” Jack commented.

Brett rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something but closed it as the waiter started passing out everyone’s food.

‘Thank god!’

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As you stood up to put your coat on Karl walked over, to give you a hug and kissed both of your cheeks. “Don’t miss me too much love.”

You shook your head, he smirked. “I’ll see you later.”

Everyone said their goodbyes, as the group walked toward the doors.

“Can I walk you to your car, beautiful.”  Brett asked you

“Sure.” You rested your hand in the crease of his stuck-out elbow and glanced over your shoulder. Jensen was talking with Lily, but his eyes were on you.

“So, you gotta talk to Karl again.” Brett said as you walked. “I hate how he talks to me and how he talks to you around me.”

“Really? you wanna talk about your little friend with the actually writing comment?”

“I told you. She’s just jealous because you’re learning the ropes of runner and she’s not.”

“She still shouldn’t talk to me like that. And it shouldn’t have been Jensen coming to my defense. It should have been you.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just don’t want to get fired.” He turned to you once you got to your SUV. “I’m not as close to my boss as you are, But I will say something I promise.”

“You better.” He raised his brow. “And I will try with Karl.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. “I love you.” he told you. “3 weeks and 2 days, baby.”

“Yea if you don’t have to work.” You teased. He tickled your sides making you giggle.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll see you after the game.” He started walking backwards, dropping his arms. “Go Cowboys!” he did a fist pump making you smile.

You opened the door and hopped in your suv. Jensen was already sitting in the passenger seat. Arms crossed on his chest; jaw clenched as he looked out the door window.

You pulled out of the parking lot in, the car silent as the tension hung in the air. “So how screwed do you think our boys are?” You tried breaking it. He stayed silent, you glanced over, arms still crossed, jaw a little tighter now, looking out the window.

You reached for his knee, you felt his muscles tensed as you squeezed repeatedly, but his face was stone.

You sighed resting your hand back on the wheel.

“So, who the fuck is this Karl guy? Another guy after your heart?” He insisted,

You laughed, “Awe, Jensen is jealous.” He glared at you. “Don’t be. It’s really not like that with Karl. He just likes pissing Brett off.”

Jensen

“You should have been there, Jared. Everyone was giving him shit. It was the funniest thing.”

Jared laughed through the phone. “It does sound entertaining. I just hope she doesn’t get any backlash from it.”

“Well, I did overhear Lily say something about that when I walked past her and Jack. If he hurts her, I’ll kill him.”

“If he hurts her you will wait for my ass to get up there and we will both kill him.”

“And he was sitting closer to this Angela chick, then he was to [y/n] if you didn’t know, you would have thought they were the couple.” Jensen continued ranting. “And then the bitch said We haven’t seen the sets yet because we have been actually writing. That coward didn’t stick up for her at all. So, I did.” He explained what happened.

“Get ’em Ackles.”

Jared laughed. “So do you think the plan is working?”

“Fuck, hard to tell with her. She’s so damn stubborn. I really don’t understand what she sees in him.

“Hang in there buddy, she has to come to her senses.”

“I freaking hope so.” There was a knock on the door. “Speak of the devil.”

“Kinda hard not to, she’s all you talk about.” Jared teased.

“Oh, shut it,” he said walking to the door. “I’ll call you later.”

“Be safe, have fun.”

“Bye, bud.”

He laughed as soon as he opened the door, as she stood there an oversized, foam, blue cowboy hat on. With Go Cowboys written on the sides.

“What? I don’t look cute?” She asked smiling.

“You know you always look cute, ya dork, a little big though.” He flicked the brim. “Does this mean I get to wear my hat?”

“Um, the hat has been in my possession for over 10 years now. Its mine.” She took the foam hat off and pulled his on backwards.  

‘Damn!’ he bit his lip.

“I brought this one for you.” She smirked holding it out to him.

“Nope.”

“Come on Ross. You’ve worn it before.” She raised her brows.

“Would you like me to wear it the exact same way?” He asked, reaching for the button of his jeans.

She chuckled. “As tempting as that is, Bill’s has a strict no shirt no shoes no service rule.” He smiled. “Plus, last time you took your pants off you told me no.”

He grabbed a white hat with a D on it and put it on. “Wasn’t a no. It was a not yet sweetheart.” He grabbed his coat and followed her out the door.

“Yeah, yeah.” She said as they walked down the hallway, eyeballing the hat he just put on. “I like that hat.” She winked at him.

“Don’t even think about it.” he smiled.

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Lily and Karl were sitting in the front seats of [y/n]’s suv. A younger guy got out of the back door. “Bout time.” He said with a big grin.

“Oh, shut up.” She teased me back. “Jensen, Chace. Chace, Jensen. He plays The Deep and he’s about as full of himself as his character.”

“Oh, so this is your Soldier Boy. So nice to finally meet you.” Chace stuck out his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Jensen shook his hand. “From whom?”

“So, why the Chinese fire drill?” She changed the subject, making Jensen smile.

“I figured you were tired of driving.” Lily answered, “And Karl just kinda stole my seat, and then Chace stole his. and Jack didn’t move.” Lily chuckled.

“You guys are dicks,” She shouted getting in the 3rd row seat.

“I’m cool though, right? I didn’t move.” Jack joked.

“Takes one to know one, babe.” Karl laughed as Lily pulled out of the parking lot.

“So, what have you been saying about me?”

“Who said it was from me?”

“Kinda gave yourself away by changing the subject, sweetheart.

“At least you didn’t get any details.” She pushed the tip of tongue past her lips.

He chuckled. “Better watch sticking that tongue out.”

“Or what?” she provoked.

“Why don’t you keep doing it and find out sweetheart.” He challenged her.

She smirked at him, and he raised his brow.

She laughed and pressed her tongue against her lips, making them bubble out, taunting him.

“Chicken.”

She pulled his ear to her lips. “At least I don’t need an excuse.” She took his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers.

Reader

You and Lily made a B-line for the restrooms as soon as you stepped in the bar.

“Hey Bill!” you shouted at the man standing behind the bar as you passed.

“So, making out in the back of your suv?” Lily asked as the bathroom door shut.

“Well, I blame you and the musical seat shit. You know I lose all self-control with him.”

“Maybe that should tell you something.”

You sighed.

“What are you going to do?”

“What can I do Lily?”

“Whatever you want. So, what if Brett was there. If you think Jensen is going to make you happier in life. Then you need to break things off before it’s too late. If you really think Brett is your soul mate. And I don’t mean just because he helped you. Then tell Ackles to back off.”  You sighed. “And hell, if you want, tell both of them to fuck off. I just want you to do what makes you happy.”

��I know.” You wrapped your arms around her. “I love you Lil.”

“I love you too. Now let’s go watch your boys.”

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When you re-entered the bar area the boys were pushing tables together. “Moving the furniture around like you own the place huh?”

“Don’t worry yourself, love, Bill gave us the go ahead.”

“I’ll grab some pitchers.” You offered and walked toward the bar. “Let’s just start with 2 Bill.” 

“Hey pretty lady.” You heard his accent as he approached you from behind, and you knew it was Tomer.

“Hey, you know you’re like the 4th guy to hit on me today.”

“Whoa, look at you.”

“Not so great when you have a super jealous fiancée.”

“No, I wouldn’t Imagine so.”

“Thanks Bill.” You said as he sat the pitcher on the bar.

Tomer grabbed one and you grabbed the other one.

“Babe, Elliot is hurt too. They don’t know how much he’s gonna play today.” Jensen said as he started separating cups.

You closed your eyes and sighed. “This is probably going to be a shit show.”

“A round of shots might make it a little more bearable.” Karl laughed.

“No.” You and Lily said together, Jensen’s head lifted as he let out a laugh. Your eyes stayed on the TV as steelers have the ball.

“Here.” Tomer took the pitcher and started filling cups. “Go watch.” You sat in an empty seat by Jensen as the cowboys kicked off. Jensen smiled at you. “So, where’s Brett?”

“Working.”  You looked up to catch Tomer and Karl exchange a look. “What?”

“What?” Karl asked.

“What was that look?” you questioned.

“Nothing.” Karl replied. You narrowed your eyes. “It was seriously nothing.”

Your eyes went back to the TV.

“Oh my god.” You head feel in disappointment at Gilbert slid to the ground on his first play.

“Seriously?!” You exclaimed as they missed a pass.

“For fucks sake.” You shouted when they got nowhere, having to punt the ball away.

“I missed your commentary during games.” Jensen winked at you.

The cowboys were winning going into halftime. “Well Gilbert might be able to pull this off.” Chace said pouring another glass of beer.

“You probably just jinxed it.” You raised your glass beside his.

“If they lose, I doubt it’s because of me.” He smiled and filled your glass. Jensen chuckled and headed for the restrooms.

“So, babes, be honest. How much trouble did we get you in today?”

“None yet.” You took a drink. “I am supposed to talk to you about how you treat him.”

“Oh, is he going to talk to that cunt about what she said to you?”

“I brought it up. He said he was going to. And I told him it shouldn’t have been Jensen coming to my defense.”

Karl smiled “But it was.”

“I know.”

Jensen

“Chace, it’s your fault. You jinxed them.” [y/n] yelled walking out of the bar

“Babe. They had injured players, and they had to start their 4th string quarter back. I don’t think Chace is the problem.”  Jensen countered

“Well, I’m blaming him.”

Chace chuckled. “It’s cool I can take it.” Chace shot Lily a look and she pulled [y/n] to the side. Jensen stepped into the suv and took the same spot in the third row. He draped his arm on the back of the seat. [y/n] made her way back beside him, a little closer than before.

“So, Chace, what did she say about me.” He asked as Lily started to drive.

Chace looked over his shoulder, her glare making him laugh “Oh ya know. How great of an actor you are, she told me I’d be shocked at how tall you are when you’re not standing next to Jared, how pretty your green eyes are.”

“Alright. Let's.” She tried to change the subject

Jensen cut her off.  “Keep going.”

“How good you are to your fans.” Karl chimed in.

“How sexy your deep voice is.” Jack said in a smitten tone.

“How good you’d look in your supe suit.”

“Lily! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Right sorry. She didn’t say that.” Lily smirked

“How disappointed she was Saturday nig .”

“Can we stop?”  She cut Karl off making him laugh

“Let the man finish his sentence.” Jensen teased.

“Karl do it and I’ll kill Butcher off.” Laughs filled the suv.

“You’re so cute when you get red.” Jensen poked the red spots on her cheeks.

She sighed “Shut up Ross.”

Karl was the first to get dropped off. Chace moved the front seat, but she didn’t move, so he didn’t either. Then Lily stopped at another hotel, Jack hopped out. “See you guys tomorrow.”

 He leaned toward “So you were disappointed?” whispering into her, making her breath hitch.

“Well duh. You got me all horned up and didn’t follow through.” She whispered back.

“I don't want to be your drunken regret.”

“Yeah, like anyone would ever regret having sex with Jensen Ackles. Drunk or not.” He smiled.

“Alright kids.” Lily said, pulling up to an apartment complex. “You sure you’re ok to drive?” looking back at her.

“I had like 2 beers. I’ll be alright.” She climbed over the middle seats and out the door. She poked her head back in. “You gonna sit up front Ackles?”

He climbed out as she hugged Lily. “See y’all tomorrow.” She called after them.

“So, you gonna tell me what this is all about?” Jensen asked fastening the seatbelt in the passenger seat.

She chuckled. “They are kind of a thing. That’s, that’s why Lily pulled me aside before we left. To see if I could drop them off last. Nobody else knows,”

“You sure you’re ok to drive.”

“I wouldn’t get behind the wheel if I didn’t think so.” She insisted, pulling out of the complex

“I was just asking.” He smiled. “So, you wouldn’t have regretted it huh?”

“Nope.”

“And you would of told him?”

“Yep.”

“What would of happened?”

She chuckled. “I don’t know.”

“Wanna find out?” He flashed a devious grin.

She smiled and shook her head “You had your chance, Ross.”

“Seriously?! “ he wailed

She raised her brow.

Her muscles tensed as he leaned into her ear, resting his right hand on her thigh. “And there’s no persuading you at all?” He whispered in her ear.  

“Jensen…” She whimpered as his hand started to slide up.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

“I’m trying to drive.”

“Is that a stop?”

“I don’t know.” She whispered. He stopped his hand.

He chuckled. “What am supposed to with that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” His hand started again, making its way to her inner thigh, he felt a twitch as she let out a soft moan when his fingers rubbed against her clothed center,

She stopped for a red light and turned to him. His lips crashed onto hers, as the pace of his fingers quickened. She moaned into his mouth making his cock twitch again. His jeans got tighter as his fingers rubbed, his cock twitching at every pretty little noise she made, they jumped at the blaring of car horns.

She pulled into his hotel’s parking lot. Parking the car, she let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit, tell me sweetheart.”

“I just.” She was cut off by her phone ringing.

He rolled his eyes when he saw Brett on her radio screen. “Hey.” She greeted as he tapped the answer button on her steering wheel.

“Hey baby, did the game run over?”

“No, just dropping people off.”

“Are you done?”

“Jensen is the last one.”

“Huh. Imagine that.” Jensen scoffed. “Well, could we hurry it up. I wanted to spend time with you tonight.”

“Yea. I’ll be there soon.”

Reader

“So, you’re going home?”

“I have to Jensen.”

“Right.” He crossed his arms, clenching his jaw.  “Tell me somethin’.” His voice seemed colder.

“What’s up?”

“Why him? What makes him so damn special?”

You let out a hefty sigh.

“I don’t get it. He’s a fucking jackass babe. And you know it.” You looked over, his eyes still out the window. “He’s an asshole to you, to you friends.”  He snapped. “Hell, he wouldn’t even let you invite Jared. Your best fucking friend of 15 years to your wedding.” He unfolded his arms and gestured emphatically. “I don’t care how much you don’t like a person. Which how in the fuck could anyone not like Jared.”

You knew what you wanted to say but knowing it would hurt Jensen, so you kept your mouth shut.

He continued. “He didn’t greet you at all when you walked into the restaurant, after ignoring you for 2 days,”

“How did you.”

“Lily told me.” He cut you off. “Seriously all you got for 2 days was Sorry babe we ran late. Gonna stay at my place because it’s closer.” He used a mocking tone. “And you act all lovely dovey with him. Hell, he hasn’t even seen your sets yet. How can you be with him?

Your hand clutched the steering wheel now, knuckles white. “Ross...” You fought your explanation back.

“Don’t Ross me. Tell me Damnit.”

“He was there!” The words exploded out of your mouth “When I was at rock bottom, When I felt like I didn’t have a single person on my side. He was there.” Tears brimmed your eyes “When you did what you did,”

“Oh, this again.”

“Yes, Jensen that again. You don’t get it.”  

“So, explain it to me.” his voice was softer now.

“When you told me you cheated, it broke me. I didn’t know how I would recover, or if I even would recover. Brett was there. He plugged the hole you left.” He scoffed. “Nothing romantic at first. He was just a friend. Someone I could talk to. Someone that comforted me. When we started filming again, it still hurt like hell, but he made it bearable.” Fidgeting with your  sleeve you continued “Then the night before your wedding. And you actually said I do to her, it tore that hole right back open again.” He opened his mouth, but you raised your hand stopping his words. “I know, but back then it fucking killed me. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. I wasn’t even living. Just went through the motions. You told me that your world ended when our relationship did. Back then I was wishing mine really would have.”

He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. Tears dripped on your arm as he held it there.

“He was the only person that knew how bad off I really was. He helped me recover. I know he can be an asshole and sometimes we fight, but I’m not sure if I would have survived everything without him.” Jensen stayed silent, you slid your hand on his face and brought his head over, laying it on your shoulder. “Knowing everything I have been able to let go of the grudge, being around you doesn’t suck like it used to.”

“But it still sucks?”

You sighed “I love you Jensen. I will love you for the rest of my life. And sometimes I just wanna take your stupid face and kiss the crap out of it, I wanna do all the couple things we used to do.” you heard a small chuckle. “But I can’t just leave him, after everything he did for me, I owe him a lot more than that.”

He sat up, reaching for the door handle. “I get it you’re with him because you owe him.” he opened the door and got out, standing there “Funny how not once in your whole reasoning did you say anything about loving him.” He shut the door and walked away.

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Can't Stay Away from You - Chapter One

First chapter woot woot! This is by far, the longest chapter I've ever written, at over 7k words, and honestly, I hope this is good? It's my first time writing a/b/o, and I'm a little unsure of where this is going exactly, but I hope everyone will have fun on the rollercoaster that this fic is bound to be!

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word count: 7k

warnings: defintely some angst in here, but lighter angst?, reader is anxious at parts, but like for the most part, there's really not much to warn about I think? Please let me know if I'm wrong or if I need to add anything!

Y/n wasn’t expecting any emails, but when she heard the ding that let her know she had received one, she immediately looked. She never knew when she’d get another freelance job, so whenever an email came in, she developed the habit of checking it. This wasn’t a work email, no, but it was from one of the stores she had recently bought a couple of Stray Kids albums from. From the subject line, it was about the albums she had bought, and a fansign? She doesn’t remember signing up for one, but she also has been so busy, she probably forgot about it.

Opening up the email, she found that she had won a place at an in person fansign in Seoul, in two days. She was so shocked by this news that she held her breath, not thinking this was real for a moment. She read through the email fully, memorizing every word, she really had won, holy shit. She thanked the gods that she didn’t work a physical job, because it meant she could work from anywhere, and she started figuring out her trip to Seoul. There was no way she was missing out on a chance to meet Stray Kids.

She quickly found a plane ticket, even if it was insanely expensive, and she thanked herself for her savings, having to dip into that a bit for this trip. She then moved on to finding a place to stay, and found a nice hotel that wasn’t outrageously expensive, and immediately booked it. She’d be flying out in about seven hours, leaving her to scramble to pack and leave for the airport. Quickly packing her luggage, having a packing list made up from previous trips, she packed clothes for a week, deciding to explore a bit since she was going there. 

Y/n’s travelled enough to have mastered the skill of packing efficiently, gathering everything she needed into 3 pieces of luggage. She double-checked her travel list, making sure she had packed enough for her trip. Before she shoved her laptop and cords into her bag, she sent out an email to her current clients stating that she had an emergency occur, and that her work may be delayed by a day. At this point, it was almost time for her to head to the airport. So, she finished packing the last of her things into her carry-on. Remembering to grab her coat before putting her shoes on, she grabbed her bags and left the apartment. 

She took a taxi to the airport, and on the way there, texted her best friend Emily that she was heading out of the country and asking her to watch over her apartment while she was gone. Emily agreed right away, and told her not to worry about anything. She smiled down at her phone, her bestie was her ride or die, and she was so grateful to have her in her life. 

When she arrived at the airport, she thanked the driver, pulling her luggage out of the trunk and heading straight to the check in counter. The process was smooth and she was quickly on her way to security, which while terribly busy, went by quickly and soon she was sitting at her gate, having grabbed a couple snacks for the plane and filled up her water bottle on the way over there. She had about an hour before boarding, so she pulled out her laptop, deciding to get some work done while she waited. She finished off the last edits to one project, sending that off to one of her clients, before starting on one of her other projects.

Halfway through her second project, the call for boarding went out over the P.A. system, and so she saved her work, slipping her laptop back into her bag before lining up with everyone else. She was lucky enough to get a last minute window seat on the plane, putting her carry-on in the overhead bin, before settling in her seat as she pushed her smaller bag under the seat in front of her. She looked out the window as the plane took off, the start of her journey to Seoul, and meeting Stray Kids, was starting now. Since it was a relatively long flight, she pulled out her laptop once she was able to do so, starting back on the project she worked on earlier. She spent the majority of the flight working on her current workload, which was about four projects at the moment. 

They were all fairly simple projects, they just took time to perfect them, but it was a great way to pass the time. By the time she finished her last project, there was only a couple hours left of the flight, and so she rested and watched the clouds roll by. Y/n admired the view as they landed in Seoul, excited to explore the city. 

Patiently waiting to disembark the plane, she waited until she was able to leave her row, grabbing her bag from the overhead bin and then bringing it down, pulling it behind her as she left the plane. She pulled it along, heading towards the luggage carousel, before she went through customs and immigration, quickly clearing them and heading out into Seoul. She took the metro to head towards her hotel, unpacking her headphones and listening to music to pass the time on the train. Once off the train, she pulled out her phone to find her hotel location, quickly finding her way to the hotel. Thankfully, it was late enough that she could check in right away and head to her room. She took the elevator up, finding her room midway down the hallway, and upon opening the door, found that she had a beautiful view of the city around her. 

She dropped her luggage by the bed, and walked towards the window, admiring her view of the city. She may not be a heights kind of person, but this was still beautiful, and she would be looking out a lot during her week here. She hauled her suitcase up onto the bed, pulling out a fresh outfit, before heading to the bathroom to shower. Once she had, she changed into her fresh outfit, pleased to get the smell of the airplane and airports off of her. Since it was still light out for a while, she decided to get out into the city and explore the neighborhood around her. She packed her smaller bag with the necessities, grabbing her key card on the way out the door and quickly going back down to the lobby and out into the fresh air. 

Y/n knew travelling alone as an omega always brought risks with it, but it was worth it to be here in Seoul, both for the fansign and just in general. It was sunny and warm in Seoul, a great contrast from back home, and she was living for it. She was always a warm weather kinda girl, and the warm air and sunshine here made her thrive. She decided on just walking the area around her, figuring tomorrow would be one of her bigger exploration days. 

She saw a lot of stores that intrigued her, but thought better of shopping, she’d be exhausted much quicker if she gave into that urge. She was glad that she brought her headphones, it helped distract from the loud noises of the city, and brought the level down to a reasonable one she could deal with. The hustle and bustle of the city was normal to her, since her own city was similar, 

Up until now, her omega had been strangely quiet. Usually she was very outspoken, more so than y/n herself was. Her omega was going haywire at the moment, confusing the poor girl as to what set the omega off. She felt almost pulled forward, and her omega pushed to the surface, making her walk faster to wherever that pull was coming from. It culminated in her running into someone, and ended with her on the ground in front of them, looking up at their mask-covered face. 

“Are you alright? I’m sorry that I bumped into you.” The person said as they leaned down, reaching out a hand to her. She tentatively took it, and she stood up with their help. Standing so close to them, she could smell their citrusy sweet scent, it calling to and calming her omega. That confused her slightly, but she shook it off, not wanting to think about it now. 

“I’m okay, and really, I bumped into you. I should be the one apologizing.” She replied.

“Let’s just say we bumped into each other then? We both played a part in this.” They told her, and she could see that they were smiling by the crinkles near their eyes. 

“I can agree to that.” Y/n replied, giggling slightly. 

She saw as the other person took a breath of her scent, and for some reason they stumbled back away from her, their eyes widening. 

“I’ve got to go, I’m sorry.” They said, rushing away from her, leaving her standing there alone on the sidewalk.

She watched him run away, and her omega cried out, and y/n felt like she had been punched in the stomach. Her anxiety shot up, and tears came to her eyes. She’s so confused, she doesn’t completely understand what’s just happened, and why she was so affected by it.

She felt increasingly down as she walked back to her hotel, no longer feeling any urge to explore, just wanting to retreat back into her room and nest. She speed-walked into the hotel elevator, avoiding everyone. Once back in her room, she locked her door and got to work making a nest in the bed, using everything she could. She finished it and then climbed inside, curling up into herself as her omega cried out to someone, for an unknown reason. That, and she couldn’t take her mind off of the person who ran away from her, and everytime she thought of him, it made her chest hurt. 

In the end, she fell asleep, and she dreamed of them again. She had dreams every so often about Stray Kids, and she assumed this was once again, her brain being delusional. She dreamed about going on vacation with them, assumedly in Australia given her surroundings, but she felt that this dream was different. 

She noticed that this time, the member’s touch and reactions felt more real? It felt like these were actually the boys, and not figments of her imagination like they usually did. Their eyes seemed shocked, even as they all enjoyed the dream. They were more touchy with her, Felix especially. She noticed that he looked similar to the person she ran into earlier, but shook it off as her just being delusional again. She enjoyed her dream and found happiness with the boys, as it was just a dream, that’s all.

Waking up the next morning in her makeshift nest, she whined at the lack of someone beside her, having fallen asleep in her dream next to the boys. Her scent smelled like burnt honey and vanilla because of her sadness, but she pushed through, thinking of happy thoughts and how she’d get to see the boys later today. She got up, having to get out of her nest that smelt like sadness. Pulling out an outfit for the fanmeet, she quickly showered before changing, and then moved onto her makeup and hair. She did her makeup like she usually did, leaning more towards a very natural look, knowing if she wore too much, it would be harder to touch up later on.

Before leaving her room, she checked the rules for attending the fansign, and quickly memorized them. She headed back to the bathroom, since one of the rules was wearing scent blockers, and quickly applied them to her scent glands, making sure she covered them fully. The rule had been put into place because of an incident with a second gen girl group fansign years ago, she remembered the aftermath of it very well, despite being young at the time. One of the fans, an alpha, attended the fansign and tried to overwhelm one of the omega members of the group with her scent, and since then, companies have made it mandatory that scent blockers be worn during fansigns. 

Checking her outfit in the mirror once again, she made sure it looked right, fixing anything that was out of place. She had decided on an outfit that reminded her of a mix of Felix and Han’s individual styles, but had blended them together in her outfit. Plus, it was really comfy, and knowing she had a long day in front of her, she didn’t want to be stuck in something uncomfortable. She grabbed her bag, setting out for the day. She planned to explore and see some tourist sights first, before the fansign, since it wasn’t starting for a couple hours from then. 

She mostly wandered as she wanted, not having a specific destination in mind. She found herself wandering a market and buying some snacks along the way. Everything she bought tasted better than the prior snacks, and she had to leave the market in a hurry lest she get distracted. To her benefit, however, this passed enough time that she almost had to run to make it to the fansign venue.

She made it there in under 20 minutes, and hopped in line with everyone else, having brought her ID, and had the email that she won as well. Checking in was a simple process for the most part, however the ID checking part was the most tedious. Once that was finished and they confirmed that she was who she said she was and that she was allowed entry, she was quickly shuffled into the hall where the fansign took place. 

Y/n found herself about midway between the front and back of the hall, and almost straight in the middle of her row. She greeted the girls next to her, making small talk with them as much as she was able to with her limited knowledge of Korean. They mostly talked about their favorite members and songs, and whose outfits they liked the most in this recent comeback. Y/n enjoyed chatting with the other girls, and a couple more of the ones around them joined in as well, and just before the boys walked out, they had created a small group chat, adding each other on kakaotalk. 

The minute the boys walked out on the stage, all eyes were on them, and the cheers were almost deafening. Despite it only being a small fraction of the number of people at a concert, it was as loud as a concert. Yet it only took Bang Chan raising his hand for the crowd of fans to fall silent. 

“Hello everyone!” He said, waving to the room. He and the boys quickly introduced themselves and did their “Step out” intro as they always do. They took the first part of the fanmeet to goof around on stage, playing around with some of the items laid out for them by staff. 

During this, y/n couldn’t keep her eyes off of them, feeling almost a pulling sensation in her chest, and a need to keep an eye on the boys. She ignored the pulling feeling, trying to enjoy the fansign and commit this all to memory. She soaked in the atmosphere, the joy that radiated around the room, from the fans and the idols. It filled her with happiness, the feeling almost bursting out of her chest. 

It wasn’t long before they boys had moved onto the signing part of the fansign. She watched as each row of fans lined up to meet the idol group, going down the line one by one, and the smiles on the boys’ faces made her smile too. It made her happy to see them happy, and she knew the girls around her felt the same way. Her hand was tapped as a girl in the row ahead of her asked her to record her interactions with the boys, and she readily agreed. Once that girl was up on stage, she zoomed in and recorded her interaction with the eight idols. In return, once it was her turn to line up with her album to meet the boys, the other girl offered to record her going down the line and talking with the boys, to which she quickly thanked her for offering and y/n handed her her phone. She lined up on the side of the stage, nervousness growing as there were only a few girls still in between her and Changbin, the first of the eight boys she’d meet today. 

Soon, she sat in the chair in front of the rapper, smiling at him as she said hello, shaking slightly due to her nerves.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” She told him, smile as bright as the sun.

“Ahh, nice to meet you too!” He said, taking her album as she handed it to him, opening to one of his pages. “Where are you from?” He asked, noticing her nerves and the slight shake to her body, determined to get her less nervous.

“I’m from Canada. I flew here and arrived yesterday afternoon.” Y/n told him.

“Oh wow! Really? That’s so far away!” He was surprised she flew that far for their fansign, he even applauded her for it, to which she shied away, hiding her face.

“No, no hiding!” He teased her, and she slowly pulled her hands away, looking at him with red cheeks.

“Is it cold back in Canada?” Changbin asked.

“It’s not too bad, I guess? But I prefer it here where it’s warm and sunny.” She told him, replying to his question.

“Ohhh, you like warm.” He said, English skills finally breaking down a bit.

“I love the warmth. I’m always too cold, see?” She said to him, showing her hands which were slightly pink at the tips. 

He grabbed her hands gently, rubbing them to try and warm them up. He knew it was chilly in there, but not to where one of their fans was becoming very cold. He was so concerned for her, almost abnormally so, but he chalked it up to just caring for their stays.

“Oh no, you’re so cold! It’s too cold here.” He said after rubbing her hands for a couple moments.

“Oh no, it’s okay, Changbin-oppa. My fingers and toes are always like this, no matter how warm it is. Just my body being bad, that’s all.” She corrected him gently, wanting to ensure he knew it wasn’t the room, it was just her. 

And sadly, that is where her time with the rapper ended, with her being moved onto the next man, who was the Hwang Hyunjin, who was waiting for her to move down in front of him, which made her blush intensify. 

“Hello Hyunjin!” She said, voice a little on the higher side.

“Hello, Stay!” He said, smiling at her. “What’s your name?” He asked as he received her album, moving to sign one of his pages that she had marked. 

“My name is y/n! And we’re born in the same year, Hyunjin-ssi.” She informed him, slightly swaying in order to calm herself.

“Oh? We are? That’s amazing! What month?” He further questioned her, a slight surprise showing on his face. 

“I’m a September baby, so I’m younger than you by a couple months.” She said, watching him sign her album.

He looked back up at her, his beauty was ethereal, and it took her breath away to see him this close up. He reached out to grab her hands, both of them pulling away slightly and flinching at the zap of electricity. It couldn’t have been more than static electricity, but it felt almost like a connection of sorts. Both of them waved it off, not thinking much of it, but inside, their beta and omega knew what had just happened, and were berating them for ignoring it.

“Your name is really pretty, I forgot to tell you.” He said earnestly, his eyes feeling like they were staring right into her soul, and she could see so many emotions floating around in those captivating eyes. She couldn't keep eye contact with him and looked away, down at her lap to avoid his gaze.

“Thank you, Hyunjin-ssi.” She said, still unable to look him in the eyes.

“Stay doesn’t have to use -ssi, call me Hyunjin, please?” He begged her, leaning down on the table to try and get her attention, to which she looked up at him, giggling at his position.

“What are you doing?” She said between giggles.

“I just wanted-” He started, but was interrupted by staff ushering her to move onto the next member, to Hyunjin’s dismay. He wanted to talk with her all day.

Seungmin was next, and his gentle smile caused her to continue to smile in return, her smile not dimming, but becoming softer.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” He said, much calmer than the others, but you could see that he was just as excited to meet their fans as the other boys were. 

“Hello Seungmin, it’s nice to meet you too.” She said, telling him her name afterwards, so that he had a name to sign the album with. 

They made small talk as he signed, and then continued on afterwards. Y/n told him how far she travelled to be here today, and then expanded on her home as Seungmin asked her more questions about where she was from. She tells him that no matter how long the journey was, she wouldn’t have missed being here, and missing the chance to talk to them, for anything else in the world. 

To this, his face is filled with awe and wonder, always surprised at what lengths their fans go to in order to see them live or to meet them. She then talks about what she loves about him, and how she enjoys seeing his interactions with the other boys, and how his voice is angelic. She just about showers him in compliments, until her time with the vocalracha member is up.

He waves goodbye to her and hands her album onto Jeongin, who’s next in line. He smiled at her as she slid over into the chair in front of the maknae, who, having heard her name from when she told his fellow member, quickly signed her album, before reaching out to grab her hands, squeezing them. This shocked y/n slightly, not expecting how intense the maknae was right then and there. He however, just felt drawn to her, like a moth to a flame, and wanted to be in contact with her. His alpha encouraged his actions, and the man himself didn’t question his alpha, and just continued looking at her with a smile on his face. 

“Hi, Stay!” He said excitedly, to which y/n replied back, asking how he was doing.

“I’m doing better now that I get to talk to you.” He answered her, winking at the end and slightly flirting, to which he got lightly smacked by Minho. 

Y/n wasn't faring well with the intense nature of the supposed “baby bread” youngest member, and it clearly showed on her face, which was turning, in Jeongin’s eyes, a lovely shade of pink, and her eyes were wide as she stared at him.

“You look so cute, Stay.” He complimented her, to which she blushed harder. His grin grew as he watched her blush intensify, and to which his alpha almost purred in contentment. 

He continued teasing her, to which her responses were almost nonsensical, until the staff member became her savior by telling Jeongin that she had to move to the next member. Minho, being impatient, grabbed her hands from his fellow member and pulled her over to the chair in front of his space at the table, grabbing her album afterwards. Jeongin pouted at his hyung’s actions, watching you move over to the next chair. He only stopped overtly watching her when the next Stay sat down in front of him, his attention turning to them.

“Hello Lino!” Y/n said, a smile still stuck on her face.

“Hello Stay.” He said, shaking their hands as he had yet to let go. “Do you have any pets?” He asked, finally but almost reluctantly pulling his hands away so he could sign her album.

“I do! I have a bunny, named Jack.” She told him, telling him how she got him, and about all of her bunny’s little quirks. 

He stopped signing her album just to look up at her and watch her talk. He was oddly drawn to her, and observed her as she talked. Her smile was extraordinary and how he wanted to never see her smile fade away, he felt pulled in by her, and he knew it wasn’t her scent, it couldn’t have been since he could see the scent blockers on her skin. But she almost called out to him, to his alpha. He internally questioned if there was something more to that feeling or if it was only just because she was similar to his omegas, to Jisung and Felix. Her outfit clearly took inspiration from them, and she seemed similar in personality, so maybe that was the culprit behind this pull he was feeling.

He realized that he hadn’t finished signing her album, and hurried to do so as he lightly chatted with her, mostly about their own pets and how troublesome they were at times. Sadly, that came to an end when she was pointed to move onto the next idol, who happened to be Felix. 

The Australian man looked at her, having the silent realization that this was the girl he ran into the day prior, and did his best to push what happened out of his mind, since he hadn’t told anyone what had happened, and from the lack of reaction on her part, she didn’t know that they had met yesterday.

“Hello Felix!” She said, smiling from ear to ear at meeting her almost birthday twin.

“Hello! How are you? Also, your outfit is so cute! I love it!” He replied, a grin on his face.

“I’m well, and I’m very excited to be here!” She told him, her cheeks hurting as she had smiled since meeting Changbin. “Thank you! I tried to combine your and Han’s styles, and I hope I was able to do both your styles justice.” She explained.

“You did! So, how old are you?” He questioned, taking the time to sign her album.

“I’m your age, actually.” She confessed, as he looked up in slight shock.

“Wow, really?” He said. 

“Yup! Actually you and I aren’t too far apart in age, birthday wise. I share a birthday with one of your members.” She replied.

“Wait, that means-” He started, before she interrupted him.

“Yeah, I do have a birthday twin within your group.” She giggled and nodded as she confirmed his thoughts.

“Oh wow! That’s so cool!” He told her.

“Yeah, it’s what made me a Stay actually. Well, and your Miroh era.” She confessed to him, blushing slightly.

They continued chatting, with Felix inquiring more about her life, and how long she’s been into K-pop among other things. Felix’s omega was practically purring at having this pretty girl’s attention only on him, plus that they got to see her again after Felix stupidly ran away yesterday.

Meanwhile, next to Felix, Minho was trying to concentrate on the Stay in front of him, but his mind and eyes kept wandering over to y/n and Felix. He couldn’t help but listen in on their conversation as he tried to keep chatting with the fan in front of him. That pull in his chest still hadn’t disappeared, and he kept questioning what exactly was drawing him to you. His alpha, however, knew exactly what was happening and was very happy about it, Minho could tell that much. His alpha kept talking about how Felix and the girl got along so well, and look how pretty they both were, and ‘Wouldn’t they look pretty together in their nest?’ Minho had to physically force himself to look away from the two of them, and push to only focus on the Stay in front of him.

During this, the two people who were the subject of Minho’s thoughts and glances were saddened when staff told them it was time for y/n to move on. Felix grabbed her hand, pleading with her not to go, to the girl’s laughter and her insistence that she must move on, to Han finally interjecting and reaching out for her hand and pulling her to the next chair. 

“I heard you had a birthday twin in Stray Kids?” He inquired immediately, wanting to know.

“Hello Han. Yes I do.” She giggled at his impatience. “I’m birthday twins with you, actually. Down to the year.” She told him. 

Hell yeah!” He exclaimed as Felix overheard, the Aussie pouting at how close he was to sharing a birthday. 

Y/n saw Felix’s pout, and giggled as she looked over at him. He saw her giggling and playfully glared at her, only making her giggle more, which Han did as well when he saw what was making the girl in front of him giggle. 

Han quickly signed his page in the album, before focusing all his attention on the girl in front of him. He wanted to know more about his birthday twin, and to learn if they had anything else in common. They did have quite a few things in common, their style being one of those things, anxiety was a second, and they also had quite similar personalities. This made the quokka a very happy man, and his omega wanted to steal the Stay away and keep them and Han was agreeable with that notion. A birthday twin to share the fun with? Yes please.

They joked about how maybe this was fate, and maybe this was why she was drawn to the group in the first place, with y/n admitting that their shared birthday is what made her interested in the first place. Han smiled, with a blush on his face at that confession. That she had found the group and gotten interested because of Felix, but was more interested that they both shared a birthday. Plus, she won the chance to be here and meet them, which was even more amazing.

As engrossed as they both were in their conversation, Chan finally leaned over and interrupted them, to inform her that it was their turn to chat. Han grabbed her hand, shaking them as he thanked her for coming and talking with him, and that she’d have to remember to wish him a happy birthday when their birthday came, to which she promised she would. She reluctantly let go of his hands, and moved over to sit in front of Chan, realizing that her time with the boys would end shortly. 

“Hello there, sorry to interrupt your fun with Hannie.” He apologized, looking truly sorry to have stopped their conversation. He truly was sad that he had to do so, they loved their fans, and Jisung looked so happy as he chatted with her, and his alpha almost screamed his content at how happy this girl had made his members. 

“It’s okay, I understand, don’t worry Chan.” She told him, understanding clearly heard in her voice.

He smiled at how understanding she was, starting up a conversation with her about what she was going to do while in Seoul. Inside, his alpha was trying to gain control over him, an overwhelming need coming over him to grab her and scent her, rules be damned. He wasn’t alone in this feeling, as y/n had been feeling a pull this entire time as she went down the line, but it was stronger right in front of the leader of the group, and her omega wanted nothing more than to sink into this man’s arms right here and now. She shook off her omega while he pushed away those feelings, one thinking it was just her being delusional and having read too much fanfic, while the other just chalked it up to his alpha reacting to the fact that it was a pretty girl in front of him right now. 

They continued their chat like neither of them were experiencing anything, and she asked him about places to visit in Australia should she ever get to visit, and he turned it on her and asked about places to visit in Canada when they get the chance to travel there. Both parties enjoyed the conversation, almost feeling as if they were just two friends chatting, instead of idol and fan. They talked about animals as well, both of them gushing about their own animals and telling a couple of funny stories about them.

At last, y/n’s time with the boys was finally over, and it was at this point Chan realized he had never signed her album. Signaling to the staff to let him sign the album quickly before she had to leave, he did so. On a whim, and what he swears was his alpha’s idea, and not fully his, under his signature, he added his number. Quickly closing the book, he handed it to her, and waved to her as she left the stage and returned to her seat, focusing on the next fan to sit in front of him.

Y/n returned to her seat, feeling saddened after leaving the stage and the boys. She shrugged it off, just like she had with the rest of the odd feelings she’s had today and yesterday. After she got back to her seat, one of the girls in the row behind her that she had made friends with, asked her to film her meetings with the boys, and she agreed. After that, the girl in the row in front of her that filmed her interactions handed her phone back, and y/n thanked her for filming as the other girl waved off her thank yous. 

Soon enough, it was the girl behind her turn to chat with the boys, and y/n started filming as she went up on stage. She noticed during her filming, that the boys glanced up in her direction a couple times, or at least her general direction, she doubted their gaze was on her specifically. She dutifully continued filming, trying to get the best video she could for the girl.

Y/n was wrong about the boys not looking right in the crowd for her. They really couldn’t help themselves, looking at her when she didn’t notice, and every time they had the chance. They had never felt so pulled towards someone like this, not since they all found each other. Y/n was feeling the same way, it almost felt like there was a rope between her and the boys, and it was trying to pull her in closer. She once again brushed it off as wishful thinking, and maybe her delusions of wanting the boys to notice her, as every Stay did. Plus, she probably just enjoyed talking to them so much that she wanted to talk with them again. 

Finally, the girl she was filming for left the stage, and y/n ended the recording, handing the phone back to her once the other girl returned to her seat. She watched as the final rows got their chance to see and talk with the boys, and once everyone was back in their seats, the boys came out from behind the tables, and started goofing off again. There was a portion set aside for photos of the boys, and of course they were absolutely adorable during it. And then they decided a couple dance relays of S-Class were in order, and a part switch dance to S-Class as well, which went as well as anyone could expect. A.k.a, it was a bit of a disaster, with the boys not knowing each other's places nearly as well as they knew their own. Though, we did get to see Felix do Minho’s parts, which was amazing and everyone in the room loved it. 

Before anyone knew it, the fansign was coming to an end, with the boys sadly saying goodbye to the fans. Y/n didn’t want it to end, but as they were ushered back out of the room after the boys had left the stage, she reluctantly left. She was in tears leaving the building, and felt a great sadness at leaving, and so did her omega. She wasn’t quite sure why she reacted so heavily, but as she walked back to the hotel, her emotions only grew. Because of this, she sped up her pace, wanting to disappear into her hotel room and cry in private, not wanting others to see her like this. 

Once she was back in her hotel room, she locked the door, immediately taking off her shoes and any accessories, before crawling into her makeshift nest that still smelt of sadness from that morning. She let herself fall apart, crying as she curled into a ball. She wasn’t sure why she was so sad, she really wasn’t sure, but she could feel that her omega was really hurting. She cried herself to sleep, falling into a nightmare, where it was the opposite of her dream from the night before. The boys were the opposite of their sweet selves, and were hurling anything and everything negative about herself at her, and all she could do was sit there and cry as they did so.

Being shocked out of her nightmare, she sat up as she woke up, her chest heaving as she tried to regulate her breathing. She managed to do so after a couple of minutes, and trying to get her mind off of how hurtful her nightmare was, she reached for her phone.

She found the video of her interactions with the boys, and started watching it. As she watched it, she realized just how different her interactions with the boys were from the ones she had filmed for others and watched herself. They seemed much more intimate in a way, with how touchy a lot of the boys were with her. They were so much more emotive and interactive with her, it felt a little abnormal after the fact. She must have been so happy to meet them that none of it felt off to her, and really looking back, it still didn’t feel too odd, just a bit more intimate than the other fans’ interactions. She wondered why she was so different, and why her, over everyone else. 

This pushed her to look through her album, and she stopped at Chan’s signature. Underneath his name, there was a number, along with a short message to text him. This had to be a joke, there was no way she was living the y/n life right now. She felt as if she had stepped into a fanfiction, because why else would Bang fucking Chan have given her, out of all people, his number?

She decided to fuck it and texted the number he gave her, and he almost immediately responds.

‘Who are you?’ He demanded.

‘I’m y/n, you gave me this number in my album that you signed today.’ She replied.

‘What did we talk about today then?’ He asked her.

‘A little bit of everything, honestly, but we did talk about our pets. You talked about Berry, and I talked about my bunny Jack and how troublesome he is.’ Y/n told him. 

She also decided to send him a picture of herself, holding open his page of the album as she sat next to a clock to prove the time. Chan believed her, and told her as such. She then asks him why he decided to give her his number.

‘I watched your actions with the others and myself, and something about you and all of our interactions intrigued me. I felt there was something more to it all, and wanted to get to know you better.’ He explained, to which she was relieved it wasn’t a trick, but was also confused about how she intrigued him. She voiced those thoughts and to which he reassured her that he wasn’t tricking her, nor should she be confused about how she was interesting to him, because he honestly found her interesting from the start of their conversation at the fanmeet.

He further explained that the other members had no idea about what he had done, and he hadn’t planned on saying anything to them, unless y/n had reached out and told him it was okay to do so. Though that didn’t stop them from discussing her in the vans on the way back to the dorm, nor did it stop their discussion from spilling over into their group chat. He told her as much, and she was surprised to have made that much of an impression on them. Chan reassured her that their interactions with her were very memorable, from what he could gleam from the others’ conversations. What he didn’t tell her was that Minho had noticed Chan’s behavior, and signaled to the pack alpha that they would be talking after they arrived back at the dorm. 

Soon enough the boys arrived back at the dorm, and the leader had to say goodbye for now to y/n, Minho staring him down as they walked into the building and then the elevator. The other alpha grabbed his hand as soon as the elevator doors opened, and led him through the front door of the apartment, and straight to the Aussie man’s room.

“Who are you texting? And why am I sure it’s that girl from the fansign?” Minho interrogated him, not leaving him a second to talk. 

“You’re not wrong. I gave her my number.” Chan confessed.

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hiii!! i have a request, if it’s not too much to ask.

margot robbie smut where her and y/n are exes but not over each other but have to see each other often because they’re doing a movie together. margot thinks she sees y/n flirting with some other actress and gets jealous, y/n realizes and one thing just leads to another.

Margot/Reader Content: mention of break-ups, exes, toxic relationship if you squint, jealousy, angst, smut (18+ only!!!), oral.

A straight face and a closed mouth is the best way to avoid trouble. Minding your own business and looking the other way, helps too. Margot fails in both of those categories however, and she’s afraid she’s gonna do something stupid tonight.

Against the wishes of her agent (and that tiny voice inside of her), she decided to sign onto a new project. It’s not just any project though. Margot is deliberately signed to do this particular movie once she saw who was on the casting list – Y/n. Originally had planned to take some time away from the spotlight and take time for herself after her personal life went to shit. Then she heard through the grapevine about Y/n in talks to star in some movie, and Margot threw her “hibernation” plan out the window. She did a little sweet talking to get her way and she was casted to star alongside her ex. Next thing she knows she was being invited to a pre-production party, one Y/n will be at.

“I want no parts in this!” Her P.A. proclaimed when Margot insisted on going to the party despite Y/n’s presence being known. The mischievousness was written all over Margot’s face. She was going to see Y/n.

It’s been almost two months since their last break-up. Y/n called it their “last and final” break-up, but Margot wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t the healthiest thing to break-up and get back together as much as they did but it had become sort of a routine for them. Margot was just waiting for Y/n to come back to her.

“Nothing is gonna happen,” Margot tries to reassure her assistant. She knows how to appear cool, calm, and collected despite the inside of her head going crazy. If she doesn’t see Y/n for another week she’s going to lose her mind. That’s been her girl for years and she’s not letting her go. Margot Robbie, the little trouble maker she is, is ready to start some shit if she has to.

The scene is not an unusual one for her. Margot and Y/n would always go to each other’s pre- and post-production parties. Y/n said that Margot was her “good luck charm.” This ritual was interrupted when she broke things off with Margot. Ever since she hasn’t gone out. It was a little weird to be back out, but that’s because she didn’t have Y/n on her side. Margot is no stranger to these parties and she knows how to work a room. Her P.A. is getting settled in, greeting some people they know, and some strangers she doesn’t, while Margot’s eyes scan the crowd for Y/n. She’s hard to miss with a face like hers. But in the sea of conversing people Margot doesn’t see her.

“Fuck.”

She feels stupid for coming out now. It’s peak time and there is no sign of her or any one from her team.

“I’m gonna get us drinks. You go do what you gotta do,” her assistant gives her a look that screams “don’t do anything that will end up on TMZ tomorrow.” Margot can’t make any promises depending on what she might see.

She wades through the crowd, eyes moving rapidly around the room as she tries not to look like an idiot or creep. Margot searches for any sign of her girl: her perfume, her laugh, something. These parties are usually never this packed and it feels like the universe is against her for that.

“Damn it.”

Margot feels like giving up until she just so happens to look over her shoulder. She was looking back to see if her assistant was anywhere near, but she instead got a clear shot of the corner of the room. There she was in all her glory, Y/n. But she wasn’t alone. Margot felt her face go warm and her blood pressure spike. Some dickhead was leaning in way too close for comfort. She looked like a loser and not like Y/n’s type at all. Margot then recognized her as some ‘up-and-coming’ actress on the scene. She has seen her work before, and she is talented, but right now she’s enemy number 1.

The worst part was that Y/n was laughing at whatever she was saying.

Y/n didn’t look sad or like she missed Margot at all. She looked beautiful and refreshed. That tiny little voice inside of MArgot that is sometimes able to command her was telling her to leave Y/n alone. Telling her that Y/n is happier without her and that she should go home and find a way to ditch this project. Margot has become an expert in ignoring that voice though. She has time to think later, right now it’s time to act.

Her feet move her towards that little corner in the room. Neither of the two people she is about to confront are aware of her presence until she gets closer and begins to speak.

“You two look cozy.”

Y/n’s face drops and the actress she’s talking to straightens up. Margot is well aware that her presence has the ability to make people turn heads. The woman looked as if she was trying not to fangirl.

“Margot,” Y/n greets her bitterly.

She’s pissed off that she’s here, but she shouldn’t be surprised. She was the first one to know that a last minute role had been filled and Y/n somehow knew that Margot would pop up back in her life. She had to go no-contact with her or else she would end up right back in her bed. It was hard because their lives had become so intertwined after the years; it seemed almost impossible to avoid Margot. She was doing so good though up until this very moment.

“Oh don’t mind me, you two can carry on.”

The look in her eyes told Y/n she was ready to start something at any moment. She used to find it hot when Margot would be possessive over her but right now she feels nothing but embarrassment. She looked down at the ground and wished it would swallow her whole.

“I’m Rachel,” the actress who was going to be on the screen with them sticks her hand out to formally greet Margot, but she just stares at her hand. Y/n felt painfully embarrassed that Margot was willing to risk her reputation over jealousy.

“Rach, I think you should go,” Y/n says suddenly. She gives her a sympathetic look. Rachel doesn’t need another hint that she’s not welcomed right now. She nods her head before scurrying away before any trouble could start.

Margot takes her place but this time she leans in closer than Rachel.

“You’re unbelievable Margot.”

“Why aren’t you returning my calls?” She asks, blatantly ignoring the anger on Y/n’s face.

“We’re not together anymore, remember?”

“Don’t be like that Y/n .”

She crosses her arms and scowls like a pissed off child. She was so angry with Margot, but it’s also been a while since she saw her and somehow she’s gotten cuter. Y/n also had a tiny little voice in her head that talked her out of trouble, but she was more keen on listening to it. For some reason that little voice wasn’t appearing though. It wasn’t telling her to run the opposite way or go find her friends as Margot moved in even closer. She practically had Y/n’s body pinned to the wall. She looks into her eyes for the first time in ages and her knees almost give in. This is why Y/n had to go no-contact with her — she’s never going to be over this woman otherwise.

“You know I miss you right,” Margot Robbie, the smooth-talking trouble maker, places her hand on Y/n’s cheek. She can feel that she’s warm too. She has been so alone since Y/n left so touching her feels like a gift from the heavens. “Miss you so much,” she confesses.

Y/n is speechless. She can’t bring herself to open her mouth and say the exact same thing. She feels frozen in place. It feels like it’s just the two of them in this crowded room.

“Margot,” she manages to choke out. Y/n doesn’t have to say anything else, all Margot wants is to hear her say her name.

It takes one look for her to know she’s a goner. Next thing Y/n knows, she’s being pulled out of the bar, to the parking lot, and into Margot’s car. It’s just the two of them now so she doesn’t have to worry about any judgment from someone who might see them. She missed her too; missed her so damn much. Margot’s not the only one in this relationship with no self-control. Y/n straddles her and forces her lips to hers. Surprisingly Margot doesn’t taste like alcohol, instead she tastes of mint and lemon. Y/n feels so desperate for her, but she can feel Margot’s desperation too.

Margot wraps her arms around her waist and Y/n melts into her. She moans into their kiss, loving how soft Margot’s lips feel against hers. They fit together like a puzzle piece and she began to wonder why she even decided to leave her in the first place. They’re somewhat dysfunctional but they work so well together. Margot’s tongue slides into her mouth and Y/n welcomes her in. Neither of them mean to get so sloppy but desire runs over. Y/n is so lost in their kiss that she leans back against the steering wheel with too much pressure and accidentally honks horn. It makes her yelp and Margot jumps. They both look at each other, Y/n with a horrified look on her face that soon relaxes when she sees the smile on Margot’s face. “Always so clumsy,” she teases her. Y/n smiles back at her before kissing her again. This time Y/n feels her hands move under thigh. Y/n is wearing that cute skirt Margot likes and she wonders if she was expecting to see her tonight. Her bare skin drives him crazy.

“Get in the back,” she demands, which Y/n is more than happy to follow through on.

Her back seat is tiny, but it doesn’t stop them. Margot is way too determined to get Y/n out of that skirt. Y/n doesn’t have a chance to breathe as she pushes her skirt up to find that she’s not wearing any panties. Margot wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept seeing that she would sometimes forgo them if they were going out together and she wanted to be naughty. Margot felt a pang in his stomach because she wondered who Y/n had in mind when she made that decision.

“Someone knew they were getting lucky.”

“Shut up.”

Her embarrassment is quickly replaced by pleasure when Margot lowers herself between her legs and licks her clit. She has been deprived of this honey pot for almost two months, she’s not wasting her time.

“Fuck Margot…baby,” Y/n moans out. It’s like music to her ears and she wants to hear more.

If Margot hadn’t let it be known that she missed her Y/n certainly would’ve felt it in the way she licked her. Margot was like a feral woman eating and drinking for the first time in days. Y/n tasted sweet, like a ripe strawberry in the summertime. Her pussy was so responsive to her too. Margot can feel her clit pulsing against her tongue every time she presses against it. She’s in between teasing her and straight up devouring. Her fingers dig into Y/n’s plush thighs and it makes her squeal.

“That’s it baby,” Y/n encourages Margot to go wild. She always raved about how she loves Y/n’s taste and how loud she can get for her. Someone might be able to hear her, but that’s what makes it so hot. Her hands rake through Margot’s shiny hair before she gets a firm grip on it.

Y/n finds herself grinding against Margot’s face and she just takes it.

“Fuck Margot…your mouth,” she whines almost incoherently.

Her tongue slides across every inch of Y/n’s pussy, making her feel sheer ecstasy. Nothing, and no one, is better than her. Margot’s mouth is so sweet and her hands are skilled. Maybe people would consider her stupid and weak, but her touch alone has Y/n reconsidering the break-up. Only five minutes in and she’s about to reach her peak — no one else can do that to her.

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You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader

Summary: Quinn reveals she went into her scar and found something that Janet kept hidden. And the living kids convince Janet back to the school where she fills you in on her theory and how Mr Martin became obsessed trying to prove it right.

CW: season 2 spoilers, swearing

You, Wally, and Maddie enter the library to find Charley and Yuri chatting. “Where are the others?” Maddie asks as she takes a seat opposite of Charley.

“Quinn wanted to go into her scar, so Rhonda and Tommy went with her.” Charley responded closing a book and placing it on the table in front of him.  

“Did you get into his scar Mads?” Yuri questioned.

“Yeah. I saw fire around the chemistry lab and awards all for Janet. We think he started the fire and is haunted by Janet because he stole away her future.” Maddie answers.

Just then Tommy, Quinn, and Rhonda burst through the library.

“Well, they were definitely using us as experiments for their own benefit. Quinn found a page in her scar and in Janet’s handwriting it says, ‘trauma is energy’.” Rhonda snaps throwing the page on the table and sits down in a huff.

“We think they wanted to trap us in our scars for God knows how long so they can cross over or break the barrier for them to be free while we get trapped in our own personal hells for ever.” Tommy adds also furious with the discovery.

“What the fuck?” Wally yells.

“Wait but why would Janet take over Maddie’s body, if that was the plan this whole time?” You ask.

All of a sudden you hear over the P.A system “Maddie and other ghosts, please come to the cafeteria.” Simon says. 

Without wasting any time, you all head to the cafeteria where you see Simon, Lily, and Maddie’s body-Janet-.

“Holy shit, this is weird.” Rhonda says looking over at Maddie and Janet who is in Maddie’s body.

You all sit down facing her while Simon and Lily stand off to the side. Maddie gets the paper out from her pocket and slides it over the table towards her. “I think you have some explaining to do.” 

She takes a deep sigh and says “It was never meant to turn out this way and for that I’m truly sorry. For five years it was just Mr Martin and I trying to figure out why we were trapped here. Years and years of trying to come up with an answer, we had nothing. Then you died Rhonda” looking over to Rhonda. “When you died, you were so frightened. We wanted to welcome you, help you but we had no idea how. Mr Martin told you that we died separately to protect me-"

“Protect you from what?” you interrupted.

“Because I caused the fire that killed us. While trying to help you, Rhonda we were also trying to figure out why there was this force that kept us on school property. We came up with nothing. And then more students kept dying so we got distracted trying to help. We didn’t actually work on a theory until...” she trails off not wanting to finish.

“Spit it out liar.” Rhonda snarled at her. 

“Until Wally and Y/N died. We knew they had this bond with each other, and we wanted to find a way for us to all finally cross over, but we still had nothing. It wasn’t until many years later we discovered the red light coming from the fallout shelter, where the school built it after the science lab was destroyed. I came up with a theory if we were to stay in our scars for long periods of time it would be enough to break the barrier so we would all be free. When I told Mr Martin that trauma equals energy, he was very eager to start trying it. I told him it was only a theory, but he wanted to test it right away. He wanted you all to go into your scars even though I wasn’t sure my theory was right. So, I volunteered to go in myself, and he would take notes if anything changed. Knowing it was only me facing that trauma saved you guys from reliving your own trauma over and over again, I couldn’t do that. So I told Mr Martin to tell you that I crossed over so we could work on it in secret”

She lets out a sigh and continues. “Mr Martin eventually notice when I was in my scar, that the janitor could see him, and he became more determined than ever. He kept forcing me into the scar over and over for months on end. I had to get out of there it was torture. That was until Maddie heard me crying for help and she opened the door, and that’s when I ran, not knowing I was going into her body, I didn’t know that could happen it just did.”

You all sit in silence trying to wrap your head around what Janet had just admitted, this whole time it was really Mr Martin who was the bad guy, wanting to use us, make us relieve our traumas for a theory that may or may not work. Did he even care about us? You wondered.

“So, was anything real for you Janet? I thought you and I were friends. I told you personal shit, did you just go ahead and tell him and write about it in your little journals.” You yell pacing around the room as Wally gets up to comfort you.

“Of course, we are friend’s Y/N that was real. I never told him or anyone what you told me. I’m glad you two are finally together.” She says noticing Wally’s hand firm on your waist.

“Thanks, and I’m sorry you went through all of that to protect us, that can’t have been an easy choice.” You reply. 

“That piece of shit Mr Martin didn’t even care for us, he wanted us to be in our hells for a theory?” Tommy snaps and leaves the room, Charley and Yuri follow to try to calm him down.

“So, what happens now?” Wally says.

“Mr Martin needs to come back to school, give your teacher his body back and I can give Maddie hers back.” Janet says.

Maddie turns to Lily and Simon who have been standing there the whole time, Simon translating what he can to Lily who can only see Janet.

“Where is Mr Martin now?” Maddie asks.

“Uh…” Simon stutters not knowing how to tell her.

“Simon tell me what she said.” Lily says as she nudges his arm.

“She wants to know where Mr Martin is. I don’t know how to tell her." He replies in a whisper.

“Fine, I’ll do it. Mr Martin eventually found out where we were and was going to take Janet with him and we couldn’t let that happen. And it all happened so fast but in short, we told Nicole’s brothers car-who found out where we were- and Mr Martin stole his car. We don’t know where he went.” Lily says.

“He what?” you all say in unison even though she can’t hear you.

“He will come for me; he will know that I’m here.” Janet says. Maddie repeats back to Simon who tells Lily. You all leave the cafeteria still reeling from everything you heard. 

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Cosmic Chaos 3 Parts 5-6

Big brother gets to lead in a way he hasn't in years <3

Cosmic Chaos AU and character designs by @enigmaticcattic

Ice villain lunar and story by me

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a devil put aside | chapter five - truths and lies

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beelzebub x fallen angel!reader

summary: you shake a lot of hands, and waver between the true and the false.

(she/her pronouns are used for reader, no use of y/n)

warnings: religious themes & trauma, good lord thats a lot of anxiety from like 4 different directions

ineffable taglist: @sarcastic-sourwolf , @angelofthenight <3

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The hallways are much less cramped than they were, and not so hard to see in anymore. You scrape the bottom of the denial barrel and pretend that somebody fixed the lights, which are still flickering sadly, because the thought of your body having warped any more sends you into a wave of nausea. Beelzebub's reassurances can only hold off so much dread at a time.

So, now that the lights are fixed, you're getting a better look at the place. Obviously, it's still disgusting---same water damage, same grime, same clutter---but at least you can see where you're going. And some other details previously missed, like somebody's guts hanging from the ceiling, and the many, many demotivational posters.

"Don't get yourself all worked up about this first bit or anything, it's only paperwork. Getting you checked in and such," Beelzebub explains.

Walking beside them (along with the repaired lights) takes some of the fright out of traversing hell's maze. You're going at a half-stroll instead of the brisk pace you're used to, and the lesser demons move aside to let you pass. It might be a nice(?) walk, actually... if it wasn't for the stares.

Eyes are flocking to you, of course they are, sweeping you over to eagerly form every possible opinion at first and second glances. A chill blossoms beneath your skin as a kind of backwards deja vu pours over your brain, trickling down your spine like cold syrup. You shift closer to Beelzebub. Demons and their hungry, curious gazes peer from all sides. They can smell fear.

You exhale, and touch the pin on your collar. Notice it, you think, See that I'm not to be touched.

The Admissions lobby is full to the brim. Tons of sinners awaiting eternal torment, far too little staff. Promptness doesn't appear to be a concern though, if the various anti-apologies blaring over the P.A. system are anything to go off of. "We'd like to apologize for the wait, but we won't!" Beelzebub cuts through the crowd like butter, and you stay close behind, not eager to be swept out to sea.

You arrive at the front desk and find a very tired-looking demon behind it. He's hunched over some paperwork, scribbling away while a newly-dead sinner waits anxiously. Beelzebub clears their throat, and he jolts upright.

"Ah. Lord Beelzebub, you said you would be coming by..." He locks eyes with you, then quickly breaks, gaze flitting back and forth like he's looking for a place to set down his first impression. Another throat clear prompts him into leaning over the desk to address the crowd. "You'll all have to wait!"

A collective groan rumbles through the lobby, joined by a jaunty "Have A Miserable Eternity!" from the P.A.

"Please, uh. Come with me, Lord. And, uh..." he trails off, uncertain, then settles for "and... you."

He leads you past the counter, into a tiny back office with a concerning number of filing cabinets. Beelzebub plops themself in a chair, leg swung over the side as seems to be their habit, and you sit beside them while the admissions demon takes his place behind the desk. You can't tell whether it's you or Beelzebub that's making him so anxious, but one of you must be doing a damn good job, because he's so jumpy that he almost misses his chair.

"So," he wavers, "I take it you're the Seraph?"

"Not anymore, but yes," says Beelzebub, kicking their other foot up onto the desk. A grain of irritation that they answered for you ticks you in the head, but it quickly bounces off your gratitude for not having to speak.

"I'm Furfur, Senior Admissions Demon." He holds out his hand, grip is a little weak, but not unfriendly as you shake. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, and welcome to hell."

You don't dislike him. He doesn't give off the impression of wanting to eat you, for one, a concept that has been very much tugging at the back of your mind over the course of the walk. But all demons are liars, and you never were a good judge of character, so you nod and stay quiet.

"This situation is highly unusual, of course, but I think I've managed to draw up something that should satisfy Lord Dagon," he digs around in a drawer, pulls out a sheaf of paper, and sets it in front of you. "Here you go, love. Look it over if you like, then sign down there." He hands you an old fountain pen.

You read carefully. It doesn't contain a lot regarding your deal with Beelzebub; there's something much more intimate about that. This is mostly confirmation of check-in, terms and conditions, et cetera. Still, you're thorough with your examination. You read the packet four times over before you dip the pen in the inkwell.

The dotted line stares at you. There's power in a name. And your name, your sigil, is now false. You cannot sign with your six-winged eye anymore, all three of you know it. No, you have to name yourself again, something true, something that satisfies. Ink drips onto the page.

You clench your teeth, and you draw a new sigil.

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"You'll want to make a good impression," Beelzebub tells you on the way, "Technically, they're below me, but I still need a majority vote on a lot of things, and they keep this place in business. I had to fight them on letting you stay, so you've got to win them over. Put your best foot forward."

You chew on your lip, and touch the pin they gave you.

"Here's a quick rundown. Dagon's the fish, she's Lord of Files and Master of Torments. She's generally wary of everyone, and she'll probably try to test you somehow, so be ready for that. Ligur's got the chameleon, don't ask me why, I don't know either, and don't be alarmed if it changes colors. He's a Duke of Hell, excellent lurker, usually the least aggressive one. And Hastur's the weirdo, also a Duke. Sometimes he's got a frog on his head, sometimes he doesn't. I don't know. I'm not sure how he'll take to you, since I'm pretty sure you scared him shitless back in the war."

You stack all of this into a neat pile. Dagon's suspicious, Ligur's the safest, Hastur's the wildcard. "Alright."

"Don't be shy," they instruct, stopping you at the door. "Be respectful, but not overly polite or subservient. I'll be right there if you need help."

They give you a little smile, swing open the door, and wave you inside.

"Everyone, here she is. Newest of the Fallen, Demon of the Sixth House, and my apprentice."

Warmth creeps over your face at the introduction, and you clasp your hands together before you can do a little wave or something else equally stupid. Come on, be a demon. Remember what they said.

The Council is exactly as described. Dagon has her elbows resting on the table and a calculating eye you can't hold. Ligur and his chameleon, which is sitting on his head for some reason, nod in greeting. Hastur is currently sans-frog, and poorly hiding how his leg bounces under the table. All three are staring at you expectantly.

"Um. Hi."

You mentally kick yourself. Stupid.

"Hello," Dagon replies, looking at you like you're a mushroom that may or may not be poisonous. When you shake, the strength of her grip makes it very clear that she could drag you down to the Ninth if she wanted. "I'm Dagon. Lord of Files and Master of Torments."

Instead of shaking, Ligur presses a kiss to the back of your hand, which makes you freeze, then gingerly take it back. "Ligur, Duke of Hell. It's a pleasure." His chameleon turns green as you lock eyes with it for a very odd moment. A slight buzz hums from Beelzebub's direction.

"I'm Hastur," is all Hastur says.

You and Beelzebub join the table, them kicking their feet up and you definitely not doing that. A torturously awkward moment passes.

"Well," starts Dagon, "what's the summary?"

Before you can even make the 'please help me' face, Beelzebub rescues you from potentially running your existence into the ground. Furfur, you maybe could've talked to; he seemed alright, and too low on the food chain to get you axed. Dagon? No.

"She's agreed to train under me, like we discussed. There's high potential here, and it's coming out already, actually. She started changing maybe an hour or so ago. Growing horns, looks like," they talk easily, so easily that it has to be fake. "We're going to hone that potential. She'll also assist me with things when she's ready, and I'm expecting help from you all as necessary."

Hastur shifts in his seat. You can't help but agree, gripping the arms of your chair.

Dagon turns to you. "Do you speak?"

You recoil slightly, then frown. "Yes."

"Good," she settles her chin on her hands. "What can you do, then?"

"What?"

Beelzebub jumps in. "Dagon, she's been down here a day, and slept through half of it, you can't expect her to have a handle on---"

"I want to hear her talk herself, Beelzebub. You said she was worth it, so," Dagon fixes you with her hard-cut stare, "Prove it. Why are you here? What makes you so special?"

You blink several times.

Everything that made you special is dead. God gave, and God took away. It's gone, it's done, cut off and closed. You're empty. There's not really much of a point to you anymore, now that you think about it. You're a broken piece in a greater game.

But she's asking you. A rush shoots through your blood. You can lie. It's not like there's any way to fact-check. What's she going to do, call God? God can't hear you down here. You can lie. You just have to do it, now.

You wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt. How do you lie about something like this? And more importantly, how do you get away with it? There has to be a trick to it. There's an answer somewhere. Come on, stupid. Find it.

Maybe you can start with the truth, then spin it, build off of it. That could be easier than making something up. Yes, that could work. You take a deep breath, and put on your best demon face.

"Because I was God's favorite," is what comes out of your mouth. It leaves nothing behind on your tongue, like you didn't say it at all. Like somebody else is the liar, and they're just using your voice as a medium. You force your eyes not to widen, swallow, and keep going. "Everyone thinks it's Gabriel, since he's in charge, but it's me. It was me."

You fist your skirt in your hands, eyes jumping from councilor to councilor. They say nothing.

"She trusted me with the prophets, you know. And I did everything She asked, always. I was nothing but perfect. And you know what it got me?"

The words start to come easier, waterfalling out of you before you can even think about them. Your voice has taken on an unfamiliarly bitter tone. "It got me here. Those bastards upstairs broke me, stapled my eyes shut, and threw me out. I'm here because I fell here, and I'm going to make them regret that."

Dagon gives you a deeply unimpressed look, like you've just given an obviously bullshit powerpoint, and she's about to kick the projector. "That's very nice and all, good sentiment. But what can you do?"

You open your mouth, then close it again.

Under the table, a hand rests on your knee, warm through the gentle roughness of the nylon clinging to your legs. I'm here, it says, keep going. It takes everything you have not to look at them as a second, lying bloodrush courses through your veins, all the way down to your new shoes.

"Nothing yet," you start with the truth again. This time, you imitate Beelzebub as best you can; speaking slowly, winding up intrigue, like you know a secret and you just might be willing to tell. "But if I were to guess, it won't be that way for much longer. God's favorites fall hard. I'm already growing horns, who knows what I could be in a week?"

Vindication tugs at the corner of your lip as Beelzebub squeezes your knee, flushing your body with rose-colored pride. Good job.

You hold your breath as Dagon continues to evaluate you with her narrowed gaze. Her eyes are sharp in the way a syringe is sharp. Calculating, measuring.

Then, she inclines her head, so subtly that it's almost imperceptible.

You've passed the first round by the skin of your teeth.

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[sailorlyoko]

Ulrich Stern headcanons

tws for Ulrich's dad, depression, mental illness, abusive parents, miscarriages, and intrusive thoughts,

: Has depression

: His dad used to beat him when he was a kid

: Has a thing for hot japanese girls

: He is a taurus

: He is a Zhongli main

: He LOVES romance dramas

: His father considers him worthless because he wouldn't live up to his ideals about being a typical manly man

: He is probably either Bi or Pan

: His favorite bands are Foo Fighters, Aerosmith, Nirvana, Goo Goo Dolls, Pearl Jam, and No Doubt

: He generally felt bad for Sissi after finding out that her mom had a miscarriage since Sissi was really excited to be an older sister and wanted to be a good example to her younger sibling

: After he and his friends graduated from high school, He cut off all contact with his father

: He is the Uncle figure for Jeremie and Aelita's children, Adrien and Maya

: He is the Godfather for Sissi's daughter, Sasha

: He generally finds abusive parents absolutely morally reprehensible

: He later marries Yumi and has 5 kids named Raphael, Akiko, Marc, Kimiko, and Yuma

: Head canon Voice Actors: Erica Mendez(Code Lyoko) and Johnny Yong Bosch( Code Lyoko Evolution)

: He is the best man for Odd and William's wedding

: He generally finds the idea of crashing Laura Gautier's wedding to be mildly amusing and also cathartic

: He had a dream where he had a therapy session with a cat wearing a top hat, a monocle, a dapper tuxedo, a fancy mustache, and had a British accent

: He sometimes has intrusive thoughts that he's worthless and can do nothing right

: He sometimes listens to Trash Taste and generally enjoys it

: Odd sometimes calls him "The lovechild of Cloud Strife and Squall Leonhart" as a joke

: He played Final Fantasy 8 and REALLY enjoyed it

: He secretly likes horror movies

: His favorite song is Move Along by the All American Rejects

: He likes to read Hurt/Comfort fanfics

: He was generally happy to find out that his father died since he believes it was karma at it's absolute finest

: He ships Snake x Otacon

: He was the one who played "You think I ain't worth a dollar but I feel like a millionaire" by Queens of the Stone age on the P.A system during the infamous Farmageddion incident

: He read Percy Jackson, and didn't like it

: Don't ever mention Sonichu around him since he finds the actions of its creator to be absolutely disgusting to the point he had to have a few drinks to forget about it all and if you are wondering how that turned out, Just ask Odd who literally had to restock on Jack Daniel's and whiskey after the whole debacle

: Has read poetry from Victorian era England

: Has a crush on Masa from Meta Runner

: Watched Meta Runner after Odd suggested to him to watch, and LOVED it

: Secretly writes Masa x Y/N Hurt/Comfort fanfics on AO3

: He has also watched Murder Drones and ships Uzi x N, Doll x Lizzy, and V x Lizzy

: Secretly likes to watch Critical Role

: He has played Persona 3 Reload and his favorite characters are Aigis, Yukari, Akihiko, Shinjiro, Fuuka, and Koromaru

: He has also played Digital Devil Saga and his favorite characters are Sera, Argilla, Angel, Gale, and Cielo

[anonymergremlin]

Sorry about that 😅 I say you mermaid au for P so i think what headCanon for the little mermaid but little difference like P fell in love with human so he sing to her so he can sing to them at night so he gets there attention. he make deal with someone to become human but he give up his voice for it but P get 3 day to make that human fell in with him if not (it up to you what happen to him) . But that someone ( Carlo) uses P voice to take that human away from P.As for the gif I just use it because it looks cool again sorry

Oh! Don't apologise, OK? Like I said, I was just really confused xD But hey! I love that headcanon… even though… holds heart It is so sad. P tries his best to get y/n's attention… their love and heart… but then Carlo comes. He is the 'human' version of him. Someone who doesn't need magic to be with them… Poor baby boi… he deserves to be with y/n. Honestly, whenever I think of The Little Mermaid AU, the first song that comes to mind is the vocaloid song.