#yeah sure that’ll be their tag from now on ig

[falindankovsky]

Alright Sezja info post yay!!

Sezja is a utopian who comes from neither the capital nor the town nobody knows where he really came from just that they showed up in the mistresses graveyard one day claiming to be the reincarnation of Victoria, they take the role of a mistress yet they don’t have visions only very strong ESP. Even after their falsehood is uncover victor allows them to stay in the Crucible for what exact reason who knows. By the time of the game they’ve became Maria’s consort (and it’s implied in dialogue they can not separate one from the other and sees the other’s reflection in the mirror instead of their own.) and often impose into the mistresses business with Maria’s permission since she upholds the idea Sezja is a rightful one.

Sezja provides the townsfolk with getting more extreme forms of medicine he can most often be found at the broken heart when not around Maria seeming to have quite the repertoire with the twins (possibly even having helped them cover up a crime.) from the original claim when they got into town they are not on good terms with the Olgimskays and Katerina believes Sezja was born from some kind of evil/ from a grave. In the changeling route they’re one of the people you attempt to convert only for them to threaten to blow you to kingdom come for ever daring to ask them to betray Maria. In the haruspex route they’re far more genuine asking about his relationship with his father and even revealing the treatment they suffered from their own father. In the bachelor route they suck they threaten to kill his husband multiple times call said husband a vile rat!! And just overall very deranged

Sezja’s behavior is very erratic one minute being calm and the next screaming out in frustration until he starts to sob he also appears to have a complex of sorts due to his physic abilities, though in reality it’s all a front a facade a scared person lashing out as it’s the only way they’ve learned to get attention. They feel a deep resentment towards maternal figures due to their mother turning a blind eye to their fathers mistreat of them because she cared more about her marriage then her own child, Sezja genuinely believe the lies they tell and get very distressed when it’s pointed out he is being dishonest they often go crying to Maria to have figures who question them dealt with.

Other info!! Sezja is transmasc and genderfluid and goes by they/he pronouns, his symbolic animal is a crow, his favorite flowers are black dahlias, if given the chance Sezja will sleep on top of Maria like a cat, Sezja and Maria are the same age, his voice claim is una from turgor/the void, Sezja got all his piercings done by one of the twins while said twin was drunk and just prayed they wouldn’t get infected. Has a very difficult time touching dirty items due to fear of infection and has difficulty with eye contact and social interactions beyond the pre established emotional outbursts.

He’s aware of the rat prophet very aware of the rat prophet, he constantly screws with Peter by pretending they actually are a woman and he’s getting their gender incorrect when referring to them, despite their nature Sezja seems to genuinely care about all of the termites and openly worries about their safety even requesting not to give medication to him and instead give it to one of them!! They are also referred to as a witch who came from the sea a term which he’s taken as a compliment instead of any insult

Uhhh if you made it to the end here’s Sezja chibi but looking like a cat?? I dunno why I drew?? Oh also here’s their official playlist of songs that remind me of them https://open.spotify.com/playlist/43G1ciZBdmaoq6fSDum4rq?si=FMKPvyeTRsOnjQqVAbrU-A&pi=u-HXgokpDQQqSD

[fallinforerling]

LOVE ISN'T ETERNAL. chapter 5 - jb

Song recommendation for today's update: Tink - Toxic

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The rest of the night went without you even noticing, mostly because of the extra drinks you had after telling the girls about the little selfie with Gio. And as you supposed, they loved how well played it was.

Another thing you could still remember vividly while you managed to open your eyes was that even after you said goodbye, you encountered Gio once again on the dance floor.

You danced together for a couple of songs. It was obvious you were having fun; Gio always behaved like an absolute sweetheart, super respectful, and even though you knew some flirting was there, he never made it obvious. He was good company. 

Now you were fully awake, having a dejávu when you realized Mia and Nikki were sleeping in the same position from a few days ago. Odd.

“I can't believe we partied until four A.M” Mia's voice, sounding raspy as always when she drank too much, made you notice that she was also waking up. “Now I'm seeing the consequences of my actions.”

“Yeah...” You agreed, feeling how your body was heavier than usual, making it difficult to move. So you didn't. “I think I'll live here forever, I don't have the energy to get up. Not today, not ever again."

“What time is it?” Nikki whispered, still wrapped in two covers. You didn't even had two covers on your bed the day prior... Where did she find them?

“Hold on...” Mia moved around the bed for a moment before letting herself fall again into the mattress. “Oh God, it's 3 p.m”

The three of you gasped before laughing. Yep, that seemed reasonable.

“We need to eat something or else.” You said after a while, making sure none of them had fallen asleep again. “Are any of you craving some shawarma?”

“Hell yeah.” Nikki said, still wrapped around the covers, but fully awake as far as you could tell.

“Nice, let me grab my phone.” While getting up, you started to see the disaster the three of you caused around the bedroom. Your clothes were everywhere, the bathroom door was fully open and even being far away you could notice that three drunks were there. “Great...”

You didn't have the energy to care for cleaning right now. The bags were strangely safe, carefully placed by your vanity. Priorities. Luckily, all your stuff was still in your purse, which was a miracle of its own. The only strange thing was your phone, which was buzzing like crazy. The battery was almost gone, but you could see the many notifications popping up second after second.

“What the...?” You took it, fearing the worst. “Gio's story...” Now that you thought about it, maybe being posted and tagged on a famous footballer's insta story wasn't the smartest option when you wanted to keep a low profile. “Fuck my life...” While you unlocked it, Nikki and Mia were out of bed, looking at you with curiosity.

“What happened?” Mia said, arching an eyebrow.

“I think I just exposed myself to the world.” You said, gasping when you saw that most of the notifications were from Instagram.

"What do you mean "exposing yourself”? You didn’t post a nude picture, did you?” Nikki questioned, getting out of the covers.

“I think that’ll be easier to fix if that was the case…” You unlocked your phone, trying to calm down and not succumb to the rising panic you were starting to feel.

Tons of notifications were still coming, but you decided to go directly to Instagram and find out what kind of disaster was starting to unfold. Your notifications were up to at least 5.000 only in mentions and following requests. Thank God you kept your IG private. Before your trembling fingers made a mistake, you went to your DMs, which were even worse than the notifications because not only hundreds of people were asking who you were, but also sending you videos and photos. With a deep breath you started to open the recent ones. 

“What’s going on? You look pale.” Mia got up from the bed, taking your arm carefully. “Come on, sit before you pass out.” 

“I feel like I’m about to…” You sat between the two of them, letting them see your phone screen. They peeked over your shoulders, gasping when they saw the amount of DMs. 

Some of the messages were just things like “Are you Gio’s new girlfriend?” or “Are you friends with Gio? Give him my number lmao” while others were worse, not because they were threatening you or anything similar, but because they mentioned Jobe’s twitter photos or that people were sharing videos of you dancing with Gio last night. 

You went through some of them, feeling more and more anguished by the minute. 

“Is this you with Gio????” 

“Oh my god, are you dating both Jobe AND Gio?”

“Are you the same girl from the photos of the twitter threat?” 

“You look kinda similar to Jobe’s new girlfriend”

“It’s giving clout chaser”

“Are we seeing the rise of the next WAG?” 

“You’re pretty asf”

“Omg, I could swear on my mom I’ve seen you before in Dortmund with Judeeeee”

The last caught your attention more than you wanted. It wasn’t that impossible, since you did go out for walks with Jude after his practice or drive him around town when you were visiting. But back then it was impossible for the few people that saw the two of you together to figure out who you were. Now, with your face out in the open, maybe more people could start recognizing you.

God knows what could happen.

The absolute worst part of all this was people recognizing you from that stupid Twitter threat. You weren’t dating Jobe, but who was going to believe you? It was better to stay silent while figuring out what to do from now on. 

“Look, someone’s calling you.” You blinked, coming back to the real world. You didn’t even notice that you spaced out for a bit. 

The screen read “Unknown number”

“You take that, I’ll see what’s all this fuss about.” Nikki got up, reaching for her bag. 

“I’ll go make us some coffee.” Mia gave you a look that said I’m sorry.

“I’ll help you with that” Nikki almost ran after Mia, giving you that look of sympathy you hated before leaving. The door closed behind them with a click. Now you were alone with this call. 

You didn’t know why, but you knew it was Jude. 

“Hello?” You picked it up before it went to voicemail, regretting it almost immediately. 

“I’ve been calling you all morning! The fuck is happening? Why are you on Gio’s IG?” Yep, that was Jude’s voice. 

You didn’t know what you were expecting when the first call after the breakup happened. Feeling excited? Hopeful? Happy? None of that was happening at the moment; you were pissed. Because how dare he call after weeks of silence to confront you about what you did as a single woman?

“Excuse me?” You said, feeling your blood boil. “Why would I give you an explanation?”

“Because you’re my-” 

“Your what, Jude?” Your voice remained firm while your heart shattered all over again. Why was he doing this? “Your ex-girlfriend? Yes, I remember. I’m not your problem anymore, why are you calling me?”

“You’re still my friend, you know that” Ouch. “You didn’t even told me you were going out with freaking Gio.” Why was he mad at that?

“And why should I inform you about that?” You wouldn’t admit you just happened to run into Gio yesterday.

"Because now people think you're his fucking girlfriend!"

“So what?! You didn’t let me know when you went out partying and when you made out with some girl a week ago, did you? Do you even care if people assume that's your fucking girlfriend?” 

The line fell in an awkward silence for a few seconds. You almost laughed. 

“How do you know about that?” At least he didn’t try to deny it.

“Why does it matter?” You avoided answering him. “You’re acting like a hypocrite. Why are you calling me? To make me feel bad about moving on and having fun with my friends, just as you did a week after you broke up with me?” 

“That’s not what-” 

“You know what? I don’t really care what you are trying to do here. Don’t call me again.” And you hung up. 

Before he could call again, you blocked his number. And then, like a wall collapsing, you started to sob and then to cry. 

“Fucking prick!” You wanted to throw your phone, but that wasn’t going to make you feel better. You hated him more than ever. And you hated that he had this effect on you. 

“Honey! What happened?” Both girls came running into the room, startled by your scream. 

“That fucking asshole!” You said, unable to stop your sobs. Were you crying because of how mad you were or because you still felt a little bit of hope about this call being different? “He dared to call me to ask questions about why I was with Gio last night… Like he had any rights to do shit like that.” 

Your friends hugged you without saying anything, knowing what you needed right now. 

When were you going to get over him?

[chippedaxe]

yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

[pensat-i-fet]

The Journalist’s Footballer- Chapter Three (Rúben Dias)

Word count: 1255

Rúben

When I finally make it to the restaurant, I’m 15 minutes late. I see Maria waiting for me and waving when she realises I’m finally there.

“Sorry I’m late”, I say, kissing her cheek.

“Oh, don’t worry. Was the traffic bad or something?”

Or something. I can’t really tell my date I was driving another woman, who I found really attractive, to the station. And that’s why I was late.

“Just work stuff”.

I then lead us inside the restaurant where the waiter takes us to the table I reserved. It’s in the most private area of the restaurant to avoid anyone seeing me there.

“So, are you enjoying Manchester?”, I ask her while we eat our starters.

“Well, I like that you are here”, she says with a wink. 

That’s not really an answer, but I smile at her. We’ve been talking on IG for a while and she has finally been able to visit. 

“And what about your job? Has that been good?”

“Sure”, she says, sounding very uninterested. “I mean, it’s just modelling bikinis. The same thing every day. It gets quite boring. I guess it’s the same for you, always kicking a ball.”

I almost choke on my food. Thanks for telling me what I do is boring, Maria. Appreciate it.

“I guess”, I give her as an answer.

Our conversation is really boring. She’s so different from the person in her messages. She seemed interested in me back then, but now…well, her body language shows she just wants this dinner to be over with.

I can’t help but compare her with Christina. We didn’t get to talk much but during the interview, I could see how passionate she was about her job. I bet she doesn’t think it’s boring to always ask questions to people. Or to kick a ball. I’m still hurting from that comment.

How different will this dinner be with someone like Christina on the other side of the table?

“Are you still here?”, Maria says with a giggle. 

No, I was thinking about another woman. “Yes, sorry. Just got distracted for a second”.

She then reaches to touch my arm and gives me a sultry look. “Well, I hope you have better concentration skills at other times?”

I laugh to not show the reaction her words and her touch have in me. 

Once this very long dinner is over, I drive her to my place. 

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The next morning, I’m making some breakfast for me and Maria when I see her coming to the kitchen completely dressed and ready to go.

“Are you leaving?”, I say, confused. It’s not like I expected her to spend the day with me but at least have breakfast. Does she think I just kick women out in the morning without saying good morning?

“Yes, I already called a taxi. I’m heading home today”.

“Oh, ok. I didn’t know that”.

“Yeah, well, maybe see you next time I’m in England? Or when you come home?”, she asks me.

“Sure”.

“Ok, bye!”

And with that, she leaves me in the kitchen. Very confused. 

Christina

“Hey, Chris. Amazing interview. I can see this one getting a lot of views”, says Matty as I sit at the table, ready for our morning meeting.

“Thanks. I thought it was a good one too. And I got a photo to do the promo, I’ll send it to you if you want”.

“You are also logged to our IG, just post it yourself”.

So I do that. I post my photo with Rúben and tag him. Announcing to our followers that my interview with him will be up on the channel soon.

“Done”.

For the next hour, we keep on brainstorming video ideas for the channel. When I go to get my phone to add something to my calendar, I see a notification.

“Guys, Dias has followed our IG. That’s cool. His fans might see it and that’ll get more eyes on the video”, I tell the rest of the team.

“You sure?”, says Dom. “I don’t see the notification for his follow”.

“No?”, I say confused. “I do”.

To that, Lewis laughs.

“Chris babe, he didn’t follow our IG, he followed yours. That’s why you got the notification. It’s from your personal IG”.

What? Why would he follow me? But then I check my followers and yep, clear as day, the last name is Rúben Dias.

“Oh…”

“I guess you impressed him with your…interviewing skills”, says Lewis laughing.

He’s always the one to make those kinds of “jokes”. We’ve had more than one fight about it. I don’t appreciate people suggesting I only get jobs for being a woman or being pretty, instead of for actually being good at my job.

I just roll my eyes at Lewis, not wanting an argument this early in the day. But Matty gives him a death stare and tells him to stop being a dick.

We go back to discussing more video ideas when I see another notification on my phone. Rúben has liked one of my photos. I look around to see if anyone is looking at me and go to IG to see which one he liked. It’s the one I posted this morning. Me in my workout outfit making a goofy face to the camera. He liked that? Though what’s more mortifying is that he actually saw it. Oh God, he probably saw the story I posted this morning. Yes, he saw it. I groan internally since I can’t make any noises that let the guys know I’m not paying attention to them because I’m busy wishing the earth would swallow me.

When we are done, Matty asks me if I fancy having a coffee.

“Yes, that sounds good. My treat!”

“Chris…”, he says, making me roll my eyes.

“Matty…”, I say, imitating his tone. “I can pay for our coffees. It’s fine”.

Matty is one of the few people that know how hard living in London has really been. I could always ask my parents for money, I know that. But I want to do this on my own. Even if that means eating frozen fish fingers four days in a row like I had to do a couple of months ago. But things are a lot better now. I got to write for a couple of magazines and got some extra cash from that. 

We make it to the coffee shop and, surprisingly, Matty lets me pay for his latte. I did notice he ordered a small one, when he usually likes to drink a bucket of coffee but that only makes me like him even more. I’m lucky to have him as a friend.

“So”, he starts. “Good interview yesterday, huh?”

“Yeah, I was really happy with the outcome. Dias was actually really easy to talk to. Made the job easier”, I say with a shrug. 

He nods. “And he followed you on IG”.

“I don’t really know what you want me to say to that”, I say sincerely.

It’s not the first time I get attention from a footballer. I’ve had a few of them looking at my stories and sliding into my DMs. But they got bored when I ignored them. Rúben is the first one to actually follow me. I guess I appreciate him doing something everyone can see instead of going directly to the DMs while his girlfriend is in the room next door. Yeah, I know how footballers behave.

“You don’t have to say anything. I’ll never suggest anything like Lewis”, he says, even though he knows I already know that. “It just surprised me”.

“Well”, I say with a laugh. “It surprised me too. But I’m not too bothered about it.”

To that, Matty gives me a smile. And we got back to our typical subjects, forgetting all about Rúben. 

[parcoeurs]

Extremely fascinated by your wag AU tag 👀.

thanks bestie so am i.

okay lmao so this isn't an actual fic that'll ever be written but. i was talking to my friend about it who still hasn't finished dts season 3 unfortunately but it means that i've switched around ages and years etc. i promise this has the potential to be a fun and sexy time but there's just s o much background shit that needs to be discussed. tw for mentions of irl deaths etc:

but pierre & charles meeting when they're 5-6 (which is what i think charles actually says irl but someone said it might've been closer to when they were 10-11? regardless.) and charles' dad passes away when they're 9-10, and jules when they're 13-14 and charles quits racing then. (fyi i know that irl jules passed away first)

he thinks about quitting when his dad passes away but keeps going with help from jules. so when the accident etc happens, it's not even like an active decision he ponders. he just knows there's no way he'll race again.

and pierre's been with him throughout everything, his best friend who he can talk to when he can't bear looking at his own family. so he doesn't understand when pierre tells him he's going to keep racing. when charles had told him he was never going to get into a kart ever again, pierre had nodded, grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. important to note that they're barely teenagers rn so yes charles feels betrayed that pierre isn't feeling the same things he is and isn't choosing the same future for himself etc.

they have a huge fight, lots of crying, lots of dramatic teenage angst. but it ultimately ends with charles shutting pierre out of his life. which is easier said than done when it's your best friend whose family is super close with yours. but it works because pierre is off racing around the world and charles has done all he can to never have to think about that stuff.

so charles goes to school, is doing uni somewhere in europe. studies something generic like business or maybe if i'm feeling suuuuper indulgent i will have him major in environmental studies like moi <3 pointedly does not come to monaco during grand prix weekend or the week before or the week after.

and then anthoine passes away too. (they're 20-21 now)

they see each other again at the funeral but don't talk, they meet up afterwards. pierre breaking down in charles' arms, clutching at his back, telling him he was right. pierre should've quit, he can't do this anymore either. they haven't said a word to each other in 7 years but charles still knows pierre, and knows that this isn't actually what pierre wants. or what he should do. (charles vaguely knows pierre's in f1 but doesn't know he's with redbull, doesn't know redbull's the top team etc)

"you can still do this, you will," charles tells him.

"not without you again."

so then comes the challenge of mending their relationship while still working through the shared trauma, and the Layers of past trauma. and also just the general awkwardness that comes with a friendship breakup/makeup situation you know! they can't just act like nothing happened but would it be easier that way?

they start texting first, then they play fifa or cod together. (sometimes pierre's british friend lewis joins too.)

slowly slowly slowly, they become friends again and then inseparable too. maybe even closer than they were before and charles only now realizes how much he missed pierre. while pierre still can't believe he has charles back now, it's as good as he let himself imagine.

the part i'm unsure about is if i would want pierre's career trajectory to be the same or not. because i think the demotion adds SUCH a painful but interesting aspect to his ~storyline. but ultimately i think maybe he just doesn't get the second seat immediately. spends more years with toro rosso/alpha tauri before getting "called up" (sorry i have no idea what the proper terminology is haha ignore the nba/nhl terms).

he invites charles to his first race in the red bull and charles says no. immediately. pierre's quiet on the other side of the phone, internally thinking he messed this up somehow. he thought things were going well and he takes this as charles doesn't want to see him. but he knows there's a lot more that's stopping charles and he also knows charles will definitely pull back if pierre asks about the other stuff. so he moves right along, asking charles about school, the weather, and tries not to let it show in his voice that he misses his best friend and needs him too.

"i'm going to try to watch," charles says, after pierre's yawned goodnight through the phone and is waiting for him to hang up. because you know pierre's not going to hang up first.

"what?"

"the race. i'm going to try. goodnight!" mentally charles slams the phone shut but really he just smashes at the red button before shoving it under his bed and looking at his hands trying to get answers for what he just did.

his only relief is that he didn't promise pierre he would watch, just that he would try. couldn't even choke out a, "good luck." (insert long paragraph about charles letting pierre down or thinking he has).

he only watches qualifying. pierre p3. already knows on saturday that there's no way he can watch the actual race.

but on sunday when he's supposed to be going over his notes for his climate change science & policy course (yes.... i did it...) he finds himself with his heart in his mouth refreshing formula1 dot com. watches the random names move up and down while keeping his eyes on 10 - gasly. (starts shaking for a second when he sees pierre's name drop until the IN PIT sign comes up across his name. fellas the thing about triggers is-- anyways.)

the scariest part is that by the time he's scrolled through all of red bull's socials to look at pictures of pierre on the podium (he finished p2 sorry i know this truly does not matter), he's forgotten about the race. the anxiety sits small in the back of his throat, his happiness for pierre is bright and loud in front of him. charles sends him a message, asking him to call whenever he can and adds a blue & red heart emoji which feels like a Big Step. but basically pierre calls and acts like nothing has happened since the last time they talked. mentions the breakfast he had in detail as if he didn’t get a podium in his first race with red bull. finally with a big team. but charles embarrassingly realizes that maybe his text didn't exactly imply in literally any way whatsoever that he knows the results of the race and was trying to congratulate pierre with this call. charles probably feels so embarrassed at this point but somehow still can't manage to say anything about the race until the next day maybe.

maybe texts pierre, good job. or, you were great. or something about him and not the race. or maybe reposts a picture from red bull but not one of pierre in his car, pointedly. only one of him on the podium. and pierre probably reposts it with the squid emoji and/or my favourite sentence in the world, merci petit calamaro.

charles cries when he reads it.

not to be lazy now but [insert 10k words of them building their friendship. meeting up in monaco with both of their families. meeting in milan or london or paris idk where pierre would live. but he flies charles out. not on a private jet because charles flat out refused lol. not because he's an environmentally conscious king he's just too, embarrassed? overwhelmed? by pierre doing Things Like That for him. even though he wants it lol. like when he graduates he's soooo annoyed that pierre couldn't come celebrate immediately because it was race week. but when he comes home his apartment is filled with flowers (roses, his favourite) and balloons and a giant teddy bear as tall as charles. and he DOES post 12 instagram stories to go with the other 30 from his other friends congratulating him. so yeah charles goes through a lot of personal growth and therapy. to the point where he's watching pierre race again, and waiting for him to invite him to a race again!!! do not even think about actual dates i'm fucking begging you but the one he goes to is monza :))))]

ultimately charles' path to understand/accepting/moving on from, his trauma, happens once he has pierre back in his life. it's also encouraged by pierre, but it's also not entirely because of him. not sure how to word that but yeah. these things are happening at the same time but charles still has to go through them by himself.

pierre takes him on romantic dates all around the world and charles doesn't realize that's what they are. fully in his bestie vibes only mood while pining for pierre in a way he doesn't even quite understand. almost a self deprecating, jeez whoever gets to date pierre is going to be so lucky :/

fanpage on ig: met pierre's alleged bf he's so pretty and sweet, i complimented his shoes and he was so nice. charles reading that: i didnt know he was dating someone :( why wouldn't he tell me :( well at least someone complimented my shoes today :(

pierre doesn't necessarily think they're dating, but he does know charles doesn't quite realize what they're doing so he's just waiting for him to come to terms with it.

not to give this au 10 different subplots but yeah that miscommunication plot becomes our prize for surviving through the first part of this.

but yeah at the last race of the year, that pierre wins because i said so? charles finds him before he goes on to the podium, kisses his helmet. says i love you, i'm so proud of you.

THEN, finally, charles does become pierre's wag. we made it kids. we did it joe.

[jisungscaramel]

café au lait - felix 

❀ word count: 1k  ❀ pairing: felix x reader (fem/self-insert) ❀ genre: fluff with a dash of smuttiness, college au, barista felix 

[warning] explicit sexual content (not that much of it tho), unprotected sex (be safe y’all), (slight) size kink

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Seconds pass in an agonizing struggle to fill you up, fingers digging into your hips - a by-product of the effort. 

When you feel the hard pressure of his length against your clit, your eyes roll back, nails indenting crescents into his shoulders. 

He growls in satisfaction at his accomplishment, “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight…” That deep voice echoes in your head. 

And then the thought so rudely trespasses in your mind: how exactly did he go from cutely making your coffee to sinfully bottoming out inside you? 

Well… it sort of happened like this: 

All you wanted was to order your café au lait and get back to your late night studying in peace but when you walked up to the register to order your drink, you almost fell down (like the way you did when Taemin “winked” at you from 100 feet away on stage). 

Damn, he’s fine. 

“What can I get you?” 

Thankfully, you were never known to be a stuttering mess and despite your single status for the past twenty one years, talking to boys was never difficult for you… even when they were as attractive as this guy was. 

You’d never been a fan of the middle part but he just pulled it off so effortlessly with his honey blonde tresses. His lips were so plush, accented by the pink gloss tinting them ever so slightly, and the array of freckles over his nose and cheeks gave him an appearance that was so splendidly doll-like. 

Fuck… you cursed to myself when you were walking away with your drink. You didn’t even look at his nametag. How on Earth were you supposed to IG stalk him now? 

Luckily for you, there was a next time… the following day. 

By some miracle he was always on reg when you went to order your coffee, and you happened to only order your coffee when he was working. It became a recurring theme in the chaos that was finals week. Each time he talked to you a little bit more. You found out that he was affiliated like you,  that he was a first year, that he was from Australia… oh you found out his name was Felix - not because he told you, you actually remembered to read his name tag.

You also remembered dragging your feet into the shop after a god-awful physics final, sulking because you were sure you failed it but when you saw that Felix was working, you immediately felt better.

“Hello again,” he greeted you when you walked up to the register. “Lemme guess, you want a hot café au lait with medium roast and two pumps of brown sugar.” God, you could not get enough of his accent. 

You offered a mildly flirtatious smile. “Yeah.”

“That’ll be $3.50.” He didn’t bother asking for your name, he knew it by then, carefully scribing it on the bottom of the cup in neat cursive. “I’ll have that out for you shortly.” 

You sat down at one of the tables and took your laptop out - you had two more finals the following day. 

Only a couple minutes later, a figure approached your table. While popping an earbud out of one ear, you looked up to see who it was: it was Felix. He still had his black work attire on, but he wasn’t wearing his apron anymore. Now, he had a maroon beanie on and a backpack to match; he was holding a drink in his hand. 

“For you,” he presented the drink to you with both hands. “Is it okay if I sit with you? I need to study too.” 

“Hmm? Yeah, go ahead.” 

“Thanks… I’m Felix by the way.” 

And you were very tempted to say ‘I know,’ but you decided against it. 

What was originally studying turned into effortless conversation. Next thing you knew, he was in the passenger seat of your car and you were taking him to one of your favorite phở places on the beachfront. 

“Do you wanna study at my place?” he asked as you were walking back to your car. 

You had a feeling you knew where this was going, so you said, “yeah, sure. I’m guessing you live on campus.” 

“Uh yeah, I have a single though.” 

You smirked to yourself. On the surface level, that wasn’t exactly relevant information. 

But still, you played along innocently, taking your bag with you on the walk from the parking garage to his building even though you knew you wouldn’t be needing it. 

“Can I ask you something?” you asked as he punched in the code to his suite’s door. 

“What’s on your mind?” 

“Why did you want to sit with me earlier?” 

“Hmm because you’re cute,” he said with no hesitation, “and you were one of my friendlier customers - there was something refreshing about you, I don’t know how to-” his words froze in his throat when you placed a soft kiss on his cheek. 

Before you could even process what was happening, he had ensnared your body with his grip, turning his lips ever so slightly to get acquainted with yours. 

His lips began to knead more aggressively with every passing second, siphoning the breath right out of you. A soft moan dripped between your lips, as your built up sexual tension finally had a channel to slowly funnel out. 

But it wasn’t enough. 

He started guiding you backward until your back hit against the wood of a door. One hand was placed firmly by your side, trapping you. His lips started working on your neck as you could hear keys chime in what you assumed to be an effort to unlock his room door. You didn’t know for sure at that moment though, you were too busy drowning in the absolute bliss of Felix sucking the life out of your jugular (metaphorically). 

Click. 

But of course, that was only the beginning. 

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[teamfreewill-imagine]

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twelve

Summary: You fly out for Asylum and meet up with the rest of the cast, only to find out that you have to do your first ever solo panel in front of two thousand fans Words: 4.4k (+ tweets) Jared x Reader x Gen, Misha, Kim, Briana, Danneel, Jensen, JJ Warnings: smut-ish phone calls, mild angst, fluff Beta: @blacksiren

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In-flight wifi was a God sent gift on the flight to London.

Despite appearing calm and feeling tired, you couldn’t get to sleep for the first few hours due to anxious energy.

You decided to catch up on a Netflix show that Gen had recommended to you, seeing as you probably had a while before you’d be able fall asleep.

The second episode was almost finished when your phone buzzed with a twitter notification, so you waited for it to end before checking twitter.

Now you were the one with a twinge in your heart as you read Danneel’s tweet.

You typed out a reply without thinking about it, hitting ‘tweet’ before you realised that you hadn't posted anything to social media since your baby announcement.

You contemplated deleting it straight away, but likes were already coming in so you knew that someone would have a screenshot anyway.

It was weird for you to think that people would have you on tweet notifications, but the speed that the reactions were coming in couldn’t have all been coincidence.

Deciding to leave the tweet as it was, you muted your phone and put it down in your bag.

You wouldn’t have known what to say if you’d planned your comeback to twitter anyway, so you figured this was an okay way to go.

Pushing the issue to the back of your mind, you continued onto episode three.

The flight landed at Heathrow airport twenty minutes late, so you called Danneel the second you were left in the lounge.

She picked up on the first ring.

“I’ve been waiting for this call for hours,” she told you in place of a greeting, and you laughed softly.

“I called as soon as I could, the plane was just-”

“I know, I know, a little bit late,” she sighed. “I’m still allowed to worry about my girl.”

“Well, no need to worry,” you assured her. “I even grabbed a couple hours.”

You smiled thanks to the member of staff that brought your luggage to you.

“I’m gonna try and sleep some more in the car, but with Misha with me I’m not sure that’ll work,” you told Danneel, surprised to hear a deeper voice on the other end of the line.

“Hey kiddo, you alive?” Jensen asked, and you laughed again.

“Yeah, I’m alive,” you confirmed, hearing Danneel ask for her phone back in the background.

“Does that mean we can go to sleep now?” Jensen yawned, and you found yourself catching the yawn from all the way across the Atlantic.

“Yeah,” you told him. “Tell Dan that she doesn’t need to worry and that I’ll be fine.”

“Y/N says you can stop being a little bitch about it now that she’s landed safe.”

“Hey!” you laughed. “That’s not what I said.”

“He was worried, too,” Danneel insisted, and you rolled your eyes.

“Y’all are such parents,” you teased. “I’m fine. I’ll see you when I talk to Tex later.”

“Okay,” Danneel agreed. “We’ll sleep, but I still want you to text me.”

“Of course,” you assured her, pausing. “How is she?”

“Sleeping,” Danneel told you. “Missing you and Baby Dits.”

You sighed, the twinge back in your heart.

“I’ve never been homesick before but I think that sentence just made me.”

“Try and enjoy yourself,” she reminded you before breaking off into a yawn of her own.

You nodded, contemplative.

“Okay, well,” you sighed. “Goodnight, guys. Get some sleep.”

“Night, sweetheart,” Jensen murmured. “Stay safe.”

You smiled, looking down at your lap.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “You too.”

With one last ‘love you’ from Danneel, you hung up the phone.

Due to the slight delay of your flight, you had less time to wait before Misha would arrive. It was still a twenty-five minute wait, but you could entertain yourself for that long.

Getting comfortable in your armchair, it suddenly hit you how far away you were from home, and from JJ.

JJ, who’d already been asking her mom when you were coming home.

You pulled your headphones from your bag, reminding yourself that you’d be talking to her later and that she was safe and sleeping soundly with her family nearby as you searched for what you wanted on Spotify.

You closed your eyes as the Tangled soundtrack started to play.

Surprisingly, Misha was on board with your plan to sleep on the way up to Blackpool.

“It’s a five hour drive, and when we get there it’ll barely be lunchtime,” he reminded you once you were in the car. “So I think sleeping in here makes sense. You and the baby need rest.”

“Baby Ditto,” you corrected, the two of you looking at each other before you burst out laughing. “It’s… sorry. JJ’s name for the baby. Everyone else has been using it, I guess you should, too.”

“Alright, kiddo,” he laughed, shifting in his seat so he was leaning against the window. “You and Baby Ditto need rest.”

Misha was right, you definitely needed the rest.

The two of you were the first of the guests to arrive at the hotel, but you managed to get to your rooms without too much disruption.

Once you’d deposited your suitcases, Misha suggested going on a walk along the coast to find somewhere to eat.

The scent of the sea hit you as you walked down the promenade towards the pier.

The two of you were wearing sunglasses, but nothing else to disguise who you were, and you couldn’t help but remember that there were thousands of Supernatural fans in the city right now.

“It’s not that much of a problem,” Misha assured you. “Maybe someone will snap a picture of us together and the heat will be off Jensen in the rumour department for a while.”

You pulled a face as he looked down to see your reaction.

“Hey!” he gasped, offended. “I’m a good looking guy!”

“I didn’t deny that,” you laughed. “But… dude.”

He shook his head.

“Am I really that repulsive?” he asked and you stopped walking, standing in front of him.

“Nobody said you’re repulsive,” you reminded him, “But you’re more than twice my age. Are you actually offended?”

He finally cracked a smile, and you hit his chest.

“You’re an ass,” you told him, starting to walk again. “I thought I’d actually hurt your feelings by saying I didn’t want to bang you.”

He smirked, throwing his arm around your shoulders.

“There are plenty of girls your age that want to bang me,” he told you, and you rolled your eyes. “I’m not kidding, you should see what people write about me.”

“You need to stop lurking on your tumblr tag,” you told him, and he laughed.

“I don’t read them,” he assured you. “There’s a lot of Deanity shit on that site, too.”

You pulled another face and he took his arm from your shoulders to shove his hands in his pockets.

“People need to stop shipping me with people old enough to be my dad,” you murmured, and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Dean and Trinity have the same age gap as you and Jare-”

“Shut up,” you groaned, elbowing his side.

You continued to walk in silence, the ocean glistening in the sun.

“Have you seen the theory about it actually being Jeff’s kid?” Misha asked, and you let out a shocked laugh.

“What?” you asked, incredulous. “You’re kidding.”

He shook his head, laughing.

“No, apparently people think his tweet was a double bluff,” he told you.

“I’ve met him literally one time,” you argued, and he held his hands up in defeat. “Hilarie was there the whole time.”

“I thought you swung both ways,” he teased, and you shoved him.

“Shut up,” you laughed. “God, why do I tell you anything?”

“Because I could say literally anything at conventions and people would take it as a joke,” he offered. “I’ve spilled so many secrets by accident but the fans write it off as ‘Misha fucking with us’.”

You nodded, knowing that to be true.

“Also, I didn’t hear any complaints about Jeff’s age,” he mentioned, sub-casually. “He’s older than me.”

“You,” you sighed, shaking your head. “You are a pain in the ass.”

You were both laughing when you heard a call of Misha’s name across the street.

You looked across to see a couple of girls trying to cross the road to see you.

“You have to take the lead, here,” you told him, pushing your sunglasses back up into your hair as he tucked his into his shirt.

“They’re just people,” he reminded you, smiling as there was a lull in traffic and the girls rushed over to your side of the road.

You FaceTimed Danneel once you were back in your hotel room, knowing that they’d be awake despite the time difference.

You had a few minutes to talk to her before JJ came bursting in, demanding to speak to you.

“Ditto, when you coming home?” she asked you, before even saying hello as she crawled into her mom’s lap.

“Twelve days,” you told her, smiling sadly. “It’ll go quick though, I promise.”

“Daddy said he gets to see you nex’ week,” she pouted. “An’ I gotta wait a whole twelve days?”

“Daddy’s gotta come to Rome,” you reminded her. “You and your mommy are staying home with Arrow and Zeppy.”

“Tom an’ Shep get to go,” she argued, and you looked to Danneel for help.

“Aunt Mama and Uncle Jared are both going,” Danneel answered her daughter. “So the boys gotta go, too.”

“Then they can take me,” she said with a tone of finality.

Danneel sighed, kissing the top of JJ’s head.

“I’m not sure,” she told her. “But I promise you can talk to Ditto every day.”

JJ nodded, looking at you on the screen in front of her.

“Every day?” she asked you, and you nodded.

“Every day,” you promised. “Tell me what you did yesterday.”

The change in subject worked to distract JJ for a few minutes, telling you all about her day, conveniently missing out - as Danneel told you later - the amount of tantrums she threw at bedtime because you weren’t there.

By the time the call ended, you felt like a weight had been lifted from your chest.

You made JJ promise to go to sleep without a fuss while you were away, and she agreed on the condition that you got to have a full Ditto and Tex day when you got back.

As if that was gonna be a chore.

Your phone told you that it was just after 4pm local time, so 10am back home.

You’d texted Jared and Gen when you’d got to Blackpool, and they’d replied a couple of hours ago, so you knew that they were awake.

You decided to call Genevieve to see if they were available to talk at all.

Maybe you were a little homesick. You were in a different country for the first time ever and you missed your family, it was understandable.

You thought it was going to ring out - figuring that they were busy and they’d call you back later - but they picked up on what must’ve been the last ring.

“Hey.”

Just the one word told you that Jared was out of breath.

“Hey,” you laughed softly. “What, did you lose Gen’s phone or something?”

He laughed, breathlessly.

“Or something,” he told you. “How are you? How was the flight?”

Something was still off about his voice, but you were so happy to be talking to him that you didn’t really notice.

“I’m good, and it was long,” you smiled, leaning back against your headboard.

You heard Gen laugh slightly in the background, and you rolled your eyes.

“Mature,” you teased.

Jared laughed too, followed by a cut-off groan from Gen.

Suddenly, you sat bolt upright.

“Are you guys…?” you asked, shaking your head. “Shit, are you fucking?”

Jared laughed, low and deep, before Genevieve answered.

“Didn’t take you long to catch on,” she teased, and you smirked, finding your confidence.

“I’d know the sound of your moans anywhere,” you told her, causing one of those moans to leave her lips. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to it.”

“Or,” Jared offered, “You could stay.”

You bit your lip, when you realised what he was implying.

“I could?” you asked, hearing Gen’s breathless laugh on the other end of the line.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “You could.”

You’d just got out of the shower when there was a knock on your hotel room door.

You were only in a towel, your hair dripping down your back, so you called out for them to give you a minute.

You pulled on a sweater - one of Gen’s that you’d only just noticed she’d added to your case - and a pair of sleep shorts. It wasn’t what you wanted to be wearing, but you didn’t want to leave whoever was at the door waiting for too long.

You ran your hands through your wet hair as you walked to the door, opening with an apology on your lips.

Briana cut off your apology by pulling you into a hug.

“Woah, hey,” you smiled as she pulled back. “Good to see you, too.”

“What’s new, hot mama?” Kim asked, pushing past the two of you and making herself comfortable in your room.

You laughed softly, letting Briana in and closing the door behind you.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” you asked, perching on the arm of the couch that they’d thrown themselves onto.

“You’re part of the ‘Hot Supernatural Mama’s Club’ now,” Briana told you, and you raised an eyebrow.

“There’s a club?” you asked, and Kim laughed.

“Not officially,” she told you. “But, you know, congrats on the baby.”

You nodded, running a hand over your small bump through the sweater.

“Thanks,” you smiled. “But I didn’t do all the work, Jared should get half the credit.”

Their eyes shot to each other for a moment, before looking back at you.

“Ah,” you cringed. “I thought… I thought you knew.”

“We did not,” Kim told you, sitting up straighter.

You sighed, shaking your head.

“We can keep a secret,” Briana assured you.

“I know, and most of the current cast and crew know anyway. Other than the Supernatural people it’s still hush-hush,” you explained. “Jared’s the father. And I’m kinda… in a relationship with him and Gen.”

They nodded slowly, before a smirk found it’s way onto Kim’s face.

“Sounds hot,” she teased, and you laughed.

“You have no idea.”

She rolled her eyes when Briana’s jaw dropped open, changing the subject to what they really came to your room for.

“Have you looked at the schedule?” Kim asked, and you shook your head.

“I was gonna check it when I was out of the shower but…” you trailed off, your wet hair finishing your sentence for you.

“You’ve got a solo panel tomorrow,” she explained, and your entire demeanor changed.

“Wh-” you cleared your throat, “What?”

“It’s about time, really,” Briana admitted. “You’re main cast, sweetie.”

You shook your head, laughing awkwardly.

“Do you think the organisers realise how much the fans hate me?” you joked, but Kim didn’t find it funny.

“We have our duo ops during your panel,” she told you. “So we can’t even just force our way onto the stage.”

“We heard what happened with Kat last time,” Briana added. “We wanted to check up on you, but-”

“I’ll be able to handle it,” you insisted. “If anybody starts on me, I’ll get security to ask them to leave. It’ll be okay.”

They both nodded, unsure.

“You also have a panel with Misha on Sunday,” Kim informed you. “Which, honestly, I’m unsure whether that’s better or worse than being alone.”

You laughed, shaking your head and looking down at your feet, wiggling your toes. You wondered, absently, how long it would be before your bump obscured the view.

“Anyway,” Briana smiled, getting to her feet. “Put some pants on, we’re going out.”

You raised an eyebrow, and she grinned.

“Supernatural Hot Mama’s Club, plus Katherine. We’re going out for drinks,” she told you, and you laughed, shaking your head.

“I’m very much not going to be drinking,” you reminded her, but she just shrugged.

“Then you can have a Coke or something.”

“I’m on low caffeine, too,” you admitted, and they rolled their eyes.

“Jesus, then a Sprite, whatever,” Kim told you. “Come out with us. We’ll get food. It’ll be fun.”

You agreed when you realised they weren’t giving up on it.

“What kinda hippy-ass diet have the Padaleckis got you on?” Briana murmured as you ushered her towards the door so you could get changed.

“One suitable for pregnant women that have no idea what they’re doing,” you shot back, and she laughed, hugging you again before patting your bump as she left.

“We’ll be back in fifteen. You better be dressed.”

You laughed, hugging Kim back and kissing her cheek as she followed Briana out into the hallway.

Kim was right, it was fun, and on Saturday morning you were grateful that you couldn’t drink.

You were tired enough from jet lag as it was, you weren’t sure you’d be able to cope with a hangover as well.

Luckily, all you had to do that morning was autographs.

You tried to interact with people - as much as the event staff would let you - so that their experience was as good as it should be for the price they paid.

You knew that you were down as a ‘special guest’, which meant that no level of ticket at this convention included an autograph or picture with you, so anybody in your line had paid extra just for this moment.

You answered questions about the baby when they weren’t too personal, and other questions about the show when you could without giving anything away.

One little girl nearly made you slip up, but you managed to recover it when she asked why you couldn’t tell anyone who the daddy was.

“It’s not fair for me to make that part of his life public,” you explained, gently. “Not yet, anyway.”

“Is he shy?” she asked, looking up at you with big, concerned eyes.

“He is quite shy, yeah,” you agreed, smiling sadly. “But he loves me and Baby Ditto very much, and that’s all that matters, right?”

She nodded, smiling as you signed her poster and handed it back to her.

Something in her innocence, in the lack of judgement in her expression and the concern radiating from her, made you want to tell her the truth.

But, then again, there were hundreds of people in that room - not to mention a PA you barely knew right next to you - so it was better you kept it to yourself.

They’d find out in time, anyway.

Your heart was racing as you walked out on stage, smiling and waving to the fans as if you weren’t silently freaking the fuck out.

You sat yourself down in the stool in the middle of the stage, and waited for the applause to die down.

Once there was a lull, you brought your mic to your lips to say hi.

“I miss Kat,” was what you said, instead.

The crowd started to laugh, and you let out a huff of amusement at yourself.

“I’m not kidding,” you admitted. “She’s like my comfort blanket at these things.”

“You’ll be great!” someone shouted, causing the people around her to clap and cheer.

“I honestly have no idea what to talk about for the next forty minutes,” you replied. “I need help on stage or y’all are gonna find out what a dork I am.”

You noticed the fans lined up at the side of the hall, realising that the first was being kept back by some of the event staff until you were ready to take some questions.

“Oh, please,” you told them, “Let them ask questions now, I have nothing interesting or funny to say. I need some help.”

The crowd laughed, and you smiled, wishing it wasn’t as true as it was.

The first girl stepped up to the mic.

“Hi,” she smiled. “My name’s Emily.”

“Hey, I’m Y/N,” you replied, and she laughed softly.

“My question is kind of boring,” she admitted. “I was wondering where your accent came from? Your IMDb says you’re from Los Angeles, but you don’t sound Californian.”

“Where’s yours from?” you asked, hedging the question for a bit.

“Cambridge,” she told you, blushing. “Well, just south of there.”

You nodded.

“Y’all here sound so much fancier than me,” you told them, and the crowd laughed. “I’m serious, like y’all don’t even have to try and it sounds like you got a Masters from Caltech or something.”

You waited for the laughter to die down before finally answering her question.

“I’m actually from Oklahoma,” you told her, nodding when her eyes said ‘really?’. “Born and raised. I moved to LA when I was eighteen.”

“With your family?” Emily asked and you cleared your throat.

“No, ah- on my own,” you corrected. “It was a clean slate, fresh start kind of thing.”

She nodded, thanked you for answering her question, and then left to find her seat again as the next fan took to the mic.

“Hey, it’s kind of a continuation of the last question,” he mentioned, and you nodded. “When you sign autographs, you don’t use your last name. Is that… is that a conscious thing?”

You pulled in a long breath.

You’d wanted questions, and you were getting them, but you didn’t really want to be talking about this.

“I, uh,” you forced a short laugh. “It’s conscious, yeah. I don’t associate myself with that name, really.”

He nodded in understanding.

“So, your baby-”

“Two minutes,” you interrupted, grinning. “Sorry, I had a bet with Briana to see how long my panel would go before the baby was mentioned. Sorry, continue.”

He laughed softly, a blush rising on his cheeks.

“Will your baby take your name?”

“No,” you said, more blunt than you intended under the circumstances. “Sorry, no, my surname ends with me. Baby Ditto will take its father’s name.”

He nodded, looking like he wanted to say something else but not wanting to push his luck.

“What is it?” you asked, kindly. “C’mon, I don’t scare easy.”

“I was just thinking… isn’t it lonely?” he asked. “Not talking to your family? Your parents?”

You shook your head.

“It’s… it used to be,” you allowed. “But now… it’s different. Danneel called me, earlier. Just while we were breaking for lunch, she’d just woken up with the twins so she called to check on me.”

‘Aww’s went around the hall, and you smiled, nodding.

“She’s the only mom I need, y’know?”

The fan at the mic nodded, apologising for the personal questions.

“It’s okay,” you assured him, and he thanked you before leaving the line.

The next girl stepped up as your phone started buzzing in your pocket.

“Shit, sorry, one sec,” you smiled, pulling your phone out to see Danneel trying to connect with a FaceTime call. “Speak of the devil.”

You answered the call with your mic to your lips, ready to talk to Danneel on stage and tease her for interrupting your panel.

To your surprise, JJ’s face lit up the screen.

“Uh, Tex, what are you doing with Mommy’s phone?” you asked, and the crowd burst out laughing.

“Mommy said I could play on it,” she told you, looking very proud of herself.

“Does calling me count as playing?” you asked, and she shrugged.

“She said I could talk to you later,” she offered. “And… it’s later, Ditto.”

‘Aww’s flooded the room once more, and JJ frowned at you.

“Wassat?” she asked.

You stood up, turning around so that she could see the audience.

“I’m on stage, sweetie,” you explained as the people behind you waved.

She lifted a hand and waved back, still confused.

“Can I call you back in a bit?” you asked, and she nodded as you turned back to sit on the stool.

“Yeah,” she sighed, over-dramatic. Jensen had told you that was something she’d learnt from you, but you’d deny it until the day you died even though he was definitely right. “I just miss ya.”

“I miss you, too,” you smiled sadly.

“Is Baby Ditto okay? Have you been eatin’ veggies?” she asked, and you laughed softly, feeling yourself start to blush.

“Yes I have, sweetie,” you assured her,  turning your phone to face the audience. “Can you say bye-bye to all these people?”

“Yah, bye!”

There were calls of ‘goodbye’ from damn-near everyone in that hall, and you smiled as you turned the phone back to face you, seeing JJ’s grinning face.

“What kinda veggies?” she pressed, and you laughed fondly.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?” you asked, and she nodded. “Alright, I love you.”

“I love you more,” she replied, automatically.

“And I love you most,” you responded, tapping your lips with two fingers before tapping the camera, and she did the same. “Bye, Tex.”

“See ya later.”

You hung up, putting your phone in your pocket before smiling an apology to the fan at the mic.

“Sorry about that. I promised I’d talk to her every day, and she gets a little impatient,” you laughed awkwardly, and she shook her head.

“That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” she told you, and the crowd cheered in agreement. “And it actually works well, because my question was about the nicknames.”

You smiled, nodding.

“Ditto and Tex?” you asked, and she nodded. “It… Tex is just short for ‘Texas’. JJ’s got the cutest lil’ accent, so I’d been calling her ‘Lil Miss Texas’ and it kinda shortened from there.”

“And Ditto?” she questioned.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Her dad calls me ‘kiddo’ more often than he calls me ‘Y/N’,” you explained. “The morning after I moved in, they told me I was gonna have to look after JJ all day-”

“Ditto daycare!” someone called out, and you laughed.

“Yeah, Ditto daycare,” you agreed. “But yeah, Jensen and JJ came into my room and she misheard ‘kiddo’ and called me ‘Ditto’. From then it’s stuck. The whole family calls the baby ‘Baby Ditto’.”

“That’s… really cute,” she told you, grinning. “You guys make such a cute family.”

“Tex is my best girl,” you agreed. “I’m lucky to have her as part of my family, now.”

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Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people 

Tagged by @annikki-studies omg thank u!! :) 

LAST:


1. Drink: water


2. Phone call: alex my brother


3. Text message: from my friend taylor


4. Song you listened to: i think it was flow by shawn james 

 5. Time you cried: like yesterday lmao 😂 

 HAVE YOU:


6. Dated someone twice: yup

 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: yuppp


8. Been cheated on: ya but it was dumb and I didn't even care lol


9. Lost someone special: ya


10. Been depressed: yup for like my whole life hahahahhahadnkvnf 


11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yup just like a couple weeks ago 😂


LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:
12-14:

 dark blue, purple, and rose gold probably


IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:


15. Made new friends: yaaaaa like one new friend lol


16. Fallen out of love: yes thank god


17. Laughed until you cried: lol yup 

18. Found out someone was talking about you: i mean yeah but i couldn't care less lmao


19. Met someone who changed you: ya


20. Found out who your friends are: you need friends in the first place to find out who ur friends are lmao


21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: don’t have facebook 


GENERAL:


22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Don’t have facebook


23. Do you have any pets: yes, i have a beautiful doggie named rex who's about 12 i think and he's my son 

24. Do you want to change your name: i used to when i was little but now i don't mind the name kasey lol


25. What did you do for your last Birthday: i was depressed all day and miserably ate cake w my family as they all argued around me lol


26. What time did you wake up: i think like 8 in the morning bc my body just woke me up at that hour for some god forsaken reason lol


27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching a let's play of uncharted 4


28. Name something you can’t wait for: to get my license in decemberrrr 😜😜👌���


29. When was the last time you saw your mom: idk like a couple hours ago or something 


30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish i was more outgoing and sociable because i'm always alone and sad and it's rlly horrible lmao


31. What are you listening to right now: nothing lol i was just watching a youtube video tho


32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes, tom is the name of one of my karate senseis 


33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my whole life in general lmaoooooo


34. Most visited sites: definitely tumblr and youtube


LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME


35. Mole/s: i have one on the back of my thigh and I actually had it removed to be tested for cancer but it's fine and it actually grew back lmao


36. Mark/s: i have a pretty big birthmark on my stomach that's scarily similar to the shape of australia, it's rlly strange lmao. then i have a rlly big scar on the back of my thigh from jumping off a counter and my thigh catching the corner of the drawer and just tearing up my leg, rlly fun lmao. and I have a scar on my knee from when i was like five and I tripped on the road on the way home from getting ice cream and everyone let me walk home clutching my bloody knee in pain and no one even cared it was great. then i have a lot more scars..


37. Childhood dream: i always wanted to be a doctor or a surgeon which I still want to be now lol


38. Hair color: dirty blonde


39. Long or short hair: short is so much easier but long hair is cool for a lot of styles. 


40. Do you have a crush on someone: not rlly lol


41. What do you like about yourself: um nothing I'm a despicable human being lollllll 

 42. Piercings: i just have my ears pierced 

43. Blood type: no idea


44. Nickname: don't rlly have one since my name is already so short lol


45. Relationship status: single

 46. Zodiac: gemini (kill me) 

47. Pronouns: she/her


48. Favorite TV Show: bob's burgers definitely omg i love that showwww


49. Tattoos: i don't have any rn but i'm planning to get quite a few lmao


50. Right or left hand: right


51. Surgery: nah but i'm gonna have my wisdom teeth out in august so that'll be fun


52. Hair dyed in different color: never


53. Sport: i run and do karate and I'm thinking of taking up swimming again. 
55. Vacation: I've been to the west coast of the us, myrtle beach, Massachusetts, and canada lol we don't do much.


56. Pair of trainers: what lol


MORE GENERAL:


57. Eating: chinese food


58. Drinking: water


59. I’m about to: start watching an entire let's play of until dawn again and try not to slip into another depression lol


61. Waiting for: the sweet release of death

 62. Want: death


63. Get married: ideally, but let's be real no ones gonna marry me lmao


64. Career?: something medical, idk I'm having a crisis about this lol


WHICH IS BETTER


65. Hugs or kisses: kisses


66. Lips or eyes: eyes ig


67. Shorter or taller: i don't care but they'll probably end up being taller than me considering i'm like five feet tall lmao


68. Older or younger: i don't care, either as long as it's within a few years of me on either side. 


70. Nice arms or nice stomach: idc


71. Sensitive or loud: idc


72. Hook up or relationship: either lol


73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker 


HAVE YOU EVER:


74. Kissed a Stranger: no


75. Drank hard liquor: hell yessss i was planning to do that tonight too lol


76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nah


77. Turned someone down: yes


78. Sex on the first date: nah


79. Broken someone’s heart: idk probably not lol


80. Had your heart broken?: destroyed, but i'm finally over it now thank god

 81. Been arrested: no


82. Cried when someone died: yes


83. Fallen for a friend: never again lmao


DO YOU BELIEVE IN:


84. Yourself: absolutely not lmao


85. Miracles: no


86. Love at first sight: no


87. Santa Claus: no


88. Kiss on the first date: yeah sure, why not?

 
OTHER:


90. Current best friend name: taylor ♥️


91. Eye color: dark blue


92. Favorite movie: either the first spongebob movie or the simpsons movie lmao 😂 

 NOW, TAG 20 PEOPLE: @thoughtscommentscompliments @the-life-of-string @highgaylowgpa @fatigue-queen @kitchensylph @mucho-masturbation @trumpet-skeleton @sleepie-reads @predadria @a-polyglot-tiramisu @evilqween @theinternetcitizen @justarandomguyhere and anyone else who wants to do it lol

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