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'Not Like The Movies Baby'🔒 🎬

🔒Maya Mason x RomCom Queen Reader 🔑

You are the most famous RomCom writer in Hollywood. And Maya Mason is head over heels in love with you. Too bad you won't give her the time of day. And Maya? Well, she's never been one to shy away from something she wants. And Maya wants you and only you. Can you still make the movie for The Studio? Why can't Maya just leave you alone?

WARNINGS:

Sexualy Explicit Stories / Dirty Language / Drugs / People High / Big Parties / Hollywood Tropes / Enemies to Lovers / RomCom Refrences / Yearning / Reader has past sexual trauma mentioned / Reader isn't nice and that's ok she doesn't have to be all the time / Movie Refrences / Maya is obsessed with us / Mommy Kink/ Slow Burn

(Want to read more Maya fics? Here's: My Masterlist) This is gonna be another long story. Let's fucking goooo!

It all started on a random Tuesday in a coked-up, crazy backlot of Hollywood. A place where no love story really begins.

Maya saw you the first time with actors and actresses swarming around you. You had just won another award. She eyed you in your group of bigwigs. You had more known actresses acting gay for you than a stupid bachelorette party in Vegas.

You smiled as Julia Roberts gave you her signature laugh. But Maya saw it, as everyone was distracted, your face fell. And then you pasted it back on quickly as Chris Evans refilled your champagne and told you another bad joke.

But from that moment on, something about you just stuck with Maya. At frist she’d tried to find a look a like, fuck some nobody and get it out of her system. But as your look alike was kissing Maya’s neck, Maya whispered your name. Said poor girl freaked out and Maya looked into her dates eyes and didn’t see you, and she ended the date then and there. Paying for the girls Uber. And going home alone.

That was a few months ago, and Maya had set up her Google alerts to any news on you. New movie rumors, sure, but dates you go out on, sightings of you on vacation, anything she could find really.

When Matt excitedly told Maya and the team that he’d bought one of your new scripts, everyone was excited, and Maya froze on the spot.

Patty was the first to notice this.

“Maya, aren’t you excited we got the Ravishing Rom-Com Lady herself!” Patty said only seeing another Golden Globe in her future. Maya quickly plastered a look on her face for the team.

“Of fucking course! We’re gonna make so much fucking money with this girl! When is she coming in?” The last part didn’t hold the same excitement.

“Uh, tomorrow I set up the meeting.” Matt said and Sal jumped up and down in excitement.

“Dude when she wrote ‘Days of Delight’ with fucking Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson! Fuck that’s their best movie!” He squealed like a little girl.

“How to lose a guy in ten days was good, but Days of Delight is fucking quoteable and it grossed twice as much!” Matt pointed out and the two of them quotes the movie to each other over and over.

Maya didn’t stay, she grabbed her ipad and Stanely cup and went to figure out how she was going to score a date with the rom com queen.

When you came in, Maya surveyed your outfit and was so impressed she felt outdone. But she stared at your ass as you shook everyones hand.

When Maya reached her hand out you look down at it and then turned to Patty and started to talk. Everyone noticed, how could they not, you snubbed Maya Mason.

“Patty I read your email, I’m almost done with the script. I enjoyed your notes, I think the side plot of the best friend is wonderful to change. But I was hoping we could cast Kathryn Hahn as a lead, not the friend in this film.” You told Patty and they all sat, and Maya cut in front of Quinn to sit next to you.

You don’t look at Maya.

“But she’s kinda a girl next door look no?” Matt tries and you disagree with him immediately.

“I know you are used to having her in comedy roles in your Studio, but she’s very dynamic. I know she can show the turmoil of this broken, raw, feeling I need for this role. So she’s my first choice. And I do have her number, she said she would be interested in reading it. I just wanted to make sure we gave her first looks.” You explain and Sal is scribbling notes which everyone thinks is ridiculous.

They all talk for about twenty minutes about how much they love the script and the yearning core you are going for. Maya’s eyes never leave you. Just as you are standning up Maya cuts in and finally asks;

“Kathryn Hahn is very in right now with lesbians, but what about your leading man?” Maya asks and you ignore her and turn to look over her at Quinn.

“Can you email me the timeline on advertising.” You say and all eyes look to Maya who is pissed and so turned on.

But you walk out after shaking Matt’s and Patty’s hand and then turn on your leather boot heel and walk out. Maya leaves her stuff and runs after you. She hears Sal saying ‘damn burn’ and she yells loud enough for the entire floor to hear her, turning over her shoulder to call his ‘dick floppy and his wrinkly scrotum matches that of E.T.

People laugh but she doesn’t care, she’s almost sprinting to catch you.

“Hey! WAIT!”

You don’t turn to her and so she walks in front of you and blocks your path.

“What did I do to deserve all of that sweetheart?” She says and your face turns even colder at the nickname.

“Ms. Mason-” You start as if you are already exhausted from having to speak to her. Maya is floored at how much of a dislike you have for her.

“Maya, It’s Maya, please come on. I’m head of marketing on your movie. You can’t even look at me?” The older hollywood head says to you.

“Ms. Mason, your reputation is…” You trail off and Maya has the nerve to look proud of her reputation. Though your face doesn’t mirror the pride she seems to feel for what people say about her. The fear she evokes.

“So you hold whatever that was against me?” Maya finishes the thought for you.

“No, actually it’s just….” You are working so hard to be civil and Maya doesn’t like all this stupid pussyfooting around. So when she tilts her head to the side and decides to lay on the rizz.

“So are you jealous baby? You don’t wanna have a good time too?” She says and your bullshit attempt at staying aloof but professional goes out the window. And fuck does your anger turn Maya on.

You chuckle like a villain in a movie. Before saying what you really think. Maya would have paid good money for this kind of humiliation.

“I’ve met so many of you, you know that right? That you aren’t anything new. I respect your job, I respect your studio. Which is why I’ll sell you the rights to my movie. But Maya Mason, make no mistake. I see you. You wear more labels than a NASCAR driver. You say the most ‘lit’ terms and you have your hand on the pulse of social media. You probably know when Angelina Jolie’s sex tape drops before Brad Pitt. But here’s the thing, I don’t like you. You like cheap stimulation, you reak of one night stands, and reused pick-up lines. We have nothing in common. You are everything that’s wrong with this industry..and honestly this town.” You say and you feel such relief in not having to play nice in the sandbox. You expect Maya to retaliate or say her studio won’t make your movie anymore.

You don’t expect her to laugh and Maya to look giddy at you.

“Damn, my mother should take notes from you. I think my past therapist took six months to gently tell me a word of what you just said in five seconds. Fuck you are something else Miss RomCom, let me buy you a cup of coffee? Or there’s this great bistro?” Maya flirts and your eyebrow twitches. Before you sneer realizing what this is.

“Mason don’t do this.” You say like she’s being stupid.

“What! You might actually find the conversation stimulating! I could surprise you. What with my original pick up lines. Come on baby?” Maya says and you pull your phone out to see a text.

“I don’t have time for this.” You say like you are telling a toddler you can’t possibly play Barbies right now.

Maya makes a mental note that she’s never felt more alive. Fuck gentle banter at a bar, you had her veins lighting up more than any drug she’d ever taken.

“For coffee? Or lunch?” Maya says like it’s innocent.

But you put your phone down and glare again. You feed her another round of insults.

“For your games. I’m not here for this. Please do me a favor, don’t take this as me challenging you. It’s so toxic, just like whatever you are probably thinking right now. Marketing head Mason, you are so predictable. We aren’t kids on a playground. You want me because I’m not interested and that’s gross. Listen, I could tell you a bunch of cliche shit. You aren’t my type, I’m not looking for what you are right now. Whatever you want to hear. But the truth of it is, I’m not interested. And you are so not used to being turned down by a girl…that you think that means you should push harder is just so…predictable. Just leave me alone, go fuck a model or an assistant or some new actress. Someone who’s never heard of Virginia Woolf or Margaret Atwood, who thinks classic music is Harry Styles. Ok? Call me a snob to your buddies, and do a line in the bathroom like everyone else.”

You say and Maya just smirks. Her voice drops an octave and she stepps forward and you try not to let the power play show that you are actually having fun now.

“You think you got me all figured out sweetie?”

You don’t let this nickname thing keep going, it’s so worn out. You practically make the same face Anne Hathaway does leaving the gross hotel suite in Paris in Devil Wears Prada. ‘I’m not your Baby.’ The line plays in your mind and you channel that energy as you say it to Maya.

“I’m not your sweetie Mason. I’m just another writer in this town. I’m nobody to you, ok? Sell my movie, that’s great. I’m grateful for all you are going to do. I’m sure you will do a wonderful job. But I don’t want your coffee or cheap tricks in bed. I’m sure you’ll be one of those pillow princesses, anyway. If I wanted cheap sex and to be left unsatisfied I’d go to any bar in town and pick up a vapid straight man. I don’t have time to draw you a map to my clit and teach you what clockwise means. You seem like a boring lay.” You say and you feel, like Maya, the most alive you had in a long time.

This was so much better than pretending to laugh at an actors shitty joke while wearing a designer dress you can’t breathe in, at a party you never wanted to go to. This was practically therapeutic.

You tried to push down the thought that this would come back to haunt you later.

Because Maya stepped forward again and you were sure she was just as turned on as you.

“Wanna bet?” Maya says and she get’s a little closer to your ear to whisper it, her breath teases your skin. But you don’t take the bait and move away. You keep your expression unfazed.

“I don’t have the time to waste. I am looking for someone who has read a book, can hold an adult conversation. Not a vain girl who’s main news outlet is Twitter, or X or whatever it is this week. I want someone with an IQ over the legal drinking age, not to sit with you as you scroll through Tik Tok. I’m so not your type Mason. Thank you for the meeting. I’ll try to be kinder now that we both understand each other.” You put your gentle face back on, the one you’d practiced. Maya for the first time looks upset, not liking you putting your claws away.

You think of that Taylor Switft song and you want to tell Maya why you can’t be yourself any more. You have to put it all away.; I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean."Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth"

Maya seems to read you and she also puts on a facade.

You put your hand out, it’s meant as a sort of truce. You both got to play, and now you both had to pretend again. You could pretend all day, but Maya was a master at manipulation. She knew this game you were playing and wouldn’t be fooled.

So Maya takes your soft scarred hand and then leans down and kisses it, her lips are so soft. The lipstick no longer sticky on her lips, she smells of expensive perfume and money. And you almost close your eyes to enjoy the feeling, but you won’t allow it. You let her touch you, because you don’t have the strength to deny her that. But as she stands back up you slap another glare at her.

Maya only seems amused at your attempt, and you wonder if you are losing your touch.

“I hope you aren’t kinder, what a waste fake pleasantries are. You busy tomorrow night?” Maya releases your hand and smiles and you scoff at her and turn around. So she calls out behind you.

“How about Friday?” She yells and you walk to your car.

Quinn comes from around the corner.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone tell you…no. That was kinda pathetic. She really told you off.” Maya didn’t say a word to Quinn though, in her head she was already planning your wedding together.

She mumbles as she can no longer see you, ‘What a woman.’

_______

That’s how it was for a month. Maya sent you flowers, chocolates, weed care baskets, she sent you invites to parties and endless expensive gifts. In turn you gave no indication to any of her advances. You returned the expensive gifts, and Maya had heard it from someone on the lot that you tossed every flower out.

But Maya wouldn’t be easily ignored.

You worked through Quinn when you needed to tell Maya something. Maya threatened Quinn one day with a letter opener for your phone number, but she swore she didn’t have it. That you came in person to talk to her. She was shaking like a leaf when Maya rolled her eyes and stabbed the letter opener into her wood desk and walked out.

The whole lot figured out quickly the tension and Maya was like ‘Pavlov’s Dog’ she was so hungry for you. She stopped dating, she stopped social media scrolling, it did feel like….cheap stimulation. Just like you had said.

That weekend Maya got a new google alert about you.

She instantly wished she hadn’t looked.

Because this was the first time she’ seen you out on a date.

The picture made her skin crawl in jealousy.

It had you on a date…with the stunning and funny Aubrey Plaza.

Maya felt nauseous, ready to throw up her Hailey Beiber 20 dollar strawberry smoothie. But Maya read the whole article. And then she saw Aubrey had taken you to a famous bookstore in L.A. Maya screenshotted every photo…you laughing as Aubrey touched your cheek gently. And after she zoomed in on your face, Maya moved down to see the book you had bought.

She threw the phone onto her sofa and wondered if she needed to smash all her crystal wear in the L.A mansion.

Maya sat on her sofa and bit her acrylic nail in anger. Before rolling her eyes and getting into her expensive Benz. Driving an hour and a half to the stupid book store across town. She walked up to the pimply teenager and asked for the book.

“Do you have Gone with The Wind?” She growled and he gulped obviously intimated by her screaming at him. But ne nodded and ran across the store to get it.

That’s how it started. Your little book club together. Not that you knew what Maya was doing. But Maya liked to imagine you were trying to communicate via all these books.

She read; Mrs. Dalloway, Their Eyes Were Watching God, A Raisin in The Sun, Camilla, Giovani’s Room, Carol, and so many more.

Maya kept sending you expensive sentiment, understanding that you couldn’t be bought. But unsure of how else to get to you.. and you in turn.. kept ignoring her.

For a whole month you worked on the filmset, but Maya steered clear of you on the lot. She knew she needed to hatch a better plan. This wasn’t the way to your heart.

Yet every weekend Maya would lose her mind all over again.

You were photographed with Aubrey Plaza the most you two seemed to love going to record stores, bunch places, and book stores. Frequenting even once a sex toy store. It was enough that it made Maya throw a retro Versace vase across her foye. It shattered into a million pieces and Maya still felt like she wanted blood.

But it wasn’t just Aubrey, you were photographed with; Sandra Bullock, Marisa Tomei, and Anne Hathaway. It was ridiculous.

All brunette, all powerful and strong women, all 40 and over. You liked women older than you… Woman who held power and intellect.

Maya felt like you were taunting her. But you always had a book in your hand as you went on lunch outings and late night drinks.

Paparazzi followed you like dirty hound dogs sniffing a scent. They called you ridiculous names ‘ Little Lady Ephron,’ Shakespeare Secret Harlot, Bridgett Jones’s Slutty Muse, Lesbian Bradshaw, Gary Marshall’s Concubine.’ And Maya ate up every article they made.

Maya needed to know more about you.

Everytime a new story released she’d buy the book you had in your hand in the photo. She’d read it in a day, unable to put them down.. and then one slow night she went into her theater room. No new TMZ story about you this weekend, no new book, so she’d been bored.

And Tik Tok felt like it no longer held Maya’s attention.

Opening the Instagram app she looked your name up and found no account, of course. Sighing she threw the phone down and picked up the remote.

Maya couldn’t even remember the decision, but she rented every singel movie you’d ever made. She watched them all over the course of a week. Maya was ashamed to say she cried and laughed and felt like she’d been on a rollercoaster. But every film she watched, Maya found herself even more in love with you. Not just your beauty in those TMZ photos, not your great choice in books.

But the way your mind told a story.

The way you wrote about humanity and two people finding solace in one another.

‘The Queen of Yearning’ now that made sense for you, that’s what your fans said. And Maya found that she hung on every word you wrote for your films.

So two months in Maya was about to call the florist to do your daily flowers to be sent to your side of the lot.. when she hung up. Instead opening her laptop in her office she decided on a different present.

Maya felt like after watching all of your movies, and reading your weekly book recommendations…Maybe it was time to send you one of her favorite books.

So when Maya left that night she opened her designer bag to get her keys she really wasn’t expecting you to yell at her.

“MASON!”

She jumped and turned around.

You were holding the book up, like this was Hamilton and it was the Reynolds Pamphlet. It was dramatic to say the least and Maya realized how much she missed you.

Maya was famous for being big and dramatic, it was fun to see you do it too. Even though Maya was clear you didn’t like that fact about yourself.

“The fuck is this?” You say and you walk across the lot, your black boots clicking on hot L.A cement. Maya had to admit, the whole of Hollywood thought you were this big mush. Timid and romantic obsessed, completely without bite. You wrote all these big love declaration scenes. And yet to Maya you were like a fucking rotwiller. She’d never met anyone with more layers, it was intoxicating.

You stalked forward and pushed the novel against her chest. Maya grabbed it and flipped it over, already knowing what she’d done.

“Well, it’s a book Austen.” Maya hadn’t called you baby or sweetie this time. Remembering the look she’d received last time.

“What did you call me?” You glare raising your voice at her like she’s mocking you now. A few people on the lot turn to stare.

Maya could care less, she’d not gotten to talk to you in two months.

“Oh yeah, you got a new nickname. You are the new Jane Austen. Pretty big praise, you do that yearning thing like Pride and Prejudice. Which is a little wrong, since you don’t do time pieces. Not much for the sandals and horses as Rebecca Ferguson calls it. But the marketing team heard it from TMZ. So it caught on.” Maya says and she’s not answering your question.

“So you gave me another shitty nickname? Thanks I guess?” You shake your head and Maya eyes you curiously. Something seemed off about this exchange, not that she had many to go off of. But you seemed more frantic then the first verbal game of chess you two had played. Maya made a calculated move to not scare you away. She lowered her voice and didn’t push as hard back as she’d wanted to.

“You refuse to call me Maya, so I guess we both get nicknames.” She says it with no real challenge in her voice and you can’t figure her out as you stare at her. Maya keeps holding the green novel. You point at it.

“The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, why did you send me this book?” You ask.

“I figured you’d read all the old classics. I thought…you might like that..It’s my favorite well one of my favorites. I like the long yearning in it.. like your movies. But there’s something beautiful about loving someone and just…Being so..devoted? I mean there’s also that toxic hollywood shit we deal with on a day in day out, which is written well in this.” Maya says and you look at her like she’s grown another head.

This wasn’t Maya Mason. Maya threw shit at assistants, she did coke off of Miley Cyrus once. Maya was feirce and gorgeous yes, but no one had ever seen her read a romantic anything..You were so confused and then the reminder that this was all fake hit you.

“What is this, some game to you? You couldn’t get into my pants with the flowers so you what?”

“Holy shit Austen is it your favorite book too?” Maya was not stupid, and you had to admit that. Even if it hurt you. You tried to shield your emotions from her.

You’d been trying to get the rights to the book so you could screen play it and make it into a fucking movie for the past four years.

But you couldn’t say that.

You looked at Maya Mason for a second, fuck she was gorgeous.

You had to fake it with so many people in Hollywood. You didn’t ever fake your disgust with Maya, and that was kinda nice. But you wouldn’t do this with her. So you bit your bottom lip and made up your mind. You point at her putting your walls up high.

“Mason, leave me alone. I’m not another notch in your belt, or something for you to brag to Sal and Quinn about. You don’t get to fuck me up on drugs and then fuck me in front of your shitty friends or some shit. I’m not a toy! Ok, you don’t-” You say and Maya looks genuinely concerned that you thought of that. Wondering if that happened to you. And you can’t stand her concern.

Let her be Maya again, let her say the crude thing. Let her throw her power around, don’t have her look at you like you matter. That is too much to take.

“Hey, woah. I’m not trying to do that. I just want you to let me buy you dinner. You seem to think you have me all figured out but..Who did that to you? I swear they’ll never work in this town again..you tell me the name and it’s done!” Maya scowled in anger at the very idea of it. You throw your hands up to stop her and she doesn’t want to drop it but she listens for now.

“Mason, is that really your favorite book or is this some kinda sick thing you figured out about me? You pay my ex or stalk me or something?” You try to think of all the worst case scenarios now.

“Damn, who the fuck did this to you. You write the most amazing love stories…did all of that happen? Or are you..are you really are afraid of love?” Maya asks and your body flinches and she wishes she could take it back instantly. Maya had never spoken to anyone this way and it felt foreign, but the horror on your face says she’s done it wrong. This was not how intimacy worked for you evidently…Maya had just learned what intimacy was, and it was new for her too.

“Fuck you!” You shout, turning around and Maya panics and she shouts after you.

““You do not know how fast you have been running, how hard you have been working, how truly exhausted you are, until somewhat stands behind you and says, “It’s OK, you can fall down now. I’ll catch you.””

Maya looks around at a few people staring at her, but she doesn’t care. It’s not something she’d say to anyone, ever. But she quotes the book in the hopes you’ll come back.

Two months of wanting to talk to you was hard, Maya did like instant gratification.

You stop and Maya waits, afraid if she approaches you you’ll run.

But you surprise her by turning around and walking back to her.

“Maya, just forget about me. I’m nothing special. I write all this crap. But that’s where it ends ok?” The head of marketing loves her name on your tongue, but she hates what you are saying.

“You can’t mean that. You are lying. You are so talented. No one can write that and then…then believe..” Maya says and you both let the thought sit there. You clench your fists and Maya wonders why you don’t believe her.

“Goodnight.” You whisper and then leave her standing there in all her sexy designer glory.

Maya opens the book to the front page, where she’d wrote the note this morning. Her fingers trace over the letters before she sighs and throws the book into her bag.

Going to her car she blasts her bad ass boss playlist. She curses as the song ‘INTIMACY ISSUES’ plays. Finger hovering over the next button.

Always on the low

'Til I'm with a guy

Distracting my mind

Hope they do not mind

I need to get high

So I put a record on

Then I roll

Then I smoke

I just need someone who listens

I just need somebody close

Keep it simple

Keep it sweet

I won't be that girl you need

'Cause I'll be writing love letters

'Til my fucking wrists bleed, oh

High off nicotine

While they're asking about my dreams

Don't remember, don't remember

I've been smoking too much weed, oh

I don't want the intimacy, ooh

Don't lie to my face and tell me you will never leave, ooh

Please, I don't want the intimacy

Maya screams at the top of her lungs and slams her strong palms against her steering wheel over and over. Turning off the stupid song and then speeds off cutting people off in traffic.

______________________________________________________

Maya see’s you three nights later at a big party, it’s not where she’d expect you. You were obviously there to rub elbows with the rest of the big wigs. And Maya saw that look again, the one that made her so curious about you in the first place.

You had leaned over the bar, top of your breasts on display. Your cleavage was a sight.

You held a twenty between your fingers and asked for a drink and your face fell to the side, and then Maya was caught staring. You found her familiar gaze, more of a comfort than you’d expected and you scanned her outfit for a minute, before you nodded once. A small nod, but it was better than Maya had gotten from you…well ever.

Maya wonders if this is her shot, her chance to talk to you, really talk. Tell you how she feels.

The bartender handed you a strong drink and you melted back into the party before Maya could cut through the crowd and say hi.

A few hours pass and she doesn’t see you again.

Maya was talking to another studio exec when she heard someone yell and then a streak of your hair comes into view as you shove a tall man roughly against a wall away from you. The jackass crashes into one of the ugly modern paintings that line this expensive mansion.

He curses at you ‘Fucking cunt! You write all that crap because no one wants to fuck you!”

It’s not unique, and you don’t care about him or the people watching at this moment.

You just laugh manicly and look down at your now ripped dress, what a prince charming this guy was.

But Maya didn’t need to see another second of this show.

She didn’t even politely excuse herself, she pushed her martini into Matt’s hands and rounded to where you were.

But the guy didn’t take your shove as the final act of this show.

The upcoming Netflix special starring actor had the nerve to lunge at you, upset at being embaressed.

Maya was faster though, she kneed him in the balls and he cried out and fell over. Grabbing his genitals like they might have just burst, Maya hoped they had.

She stood over him with her sharp heels and killer outfit. His perfect curls falling into his face as tears formed in his eyes, his perfect jawline was next to Maya’s heel. And she stopped herself from putting her shoe on his face, leaving that pretty indent of her stiletto heel against his sculpted cheeks.

Flicking her hair over her shoulder. The music scratched and everyone got quiet.

A Maya fight was always a fun thing at a party, talked about for years after. Even though it happened more often than not.

“YOU BITCH!” The actor who’s name Maya couldn’t place wheezed. But she bent down and let the toe of her heel move under his chin so he was looking up at her.

You were watching, everyone was watching.

“You limp dick-nepo baby bastard, your whore mother should have swallowed you and done this town a favor. You just ended your career pretty boy. Not even Daddy can bail you out now. Don’t ever come near her again.” Maya spits and it hits his face as he is holding his crotch in pain.

You tried not to get turned on at the sight, honest you did.

But you were brought back to reality as a flash went off in your face.

People took photos on their smart phones like they couldn’t wait to post it. Keanu Reeves clapped and shouted ‘Go Maya!’

But Maya didn’t care as people got excited, she saw your look of displeasure, of horror at all the attention. And then you ran out of there and Maya was fast on your trail.

Maya heard Lisa Ann Walter call your name to stop you, but Maya was sprinting after you.

You got to the back of the house, and you felt anxiety spike so hard in your body. Maya fell out of the door of the party after you. You turned and cursed yourself.

You’d just made another TMZ article, you were so ashamed. You wanted to behave but you just couldn’t it seemed.

You look behind you to see Maya and she was gorgeous, her outfit, her hair, her make up. You thought of her shoes on the stupid assholes face.

It was all perfect, but that wasn’t what was the worst. It was the fact that Maya was so unapologetically Maya.

You craved her. You wanted to fall to your knees and eat her out right here.

But the reminder of all those people and your career taking another beating made you panic once more.

“Hey, take a breath Austen.” She says and you shake your head and pull at your once perfectly styled hair. Maya steps forward and you take a step back. You hated being touched when you were upset. It was a stupid movie trope to hold the girl as she was angry. If Maya touched you right now you’d give her a black eye. And Maya seemed to figure that out fast.

“Easy, I’m not gonna touch you. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just..put your hands over your head. It opens the airways. Ok, no one’s gonna come up here. Look! Look!” Maya says and she walks over to the door you both came out. She easily lifts the giant planter with a huge palm and she props it against the door with a thud. You are impressed by how strong she is. But you don’t let yourself analyze why you are looking at her gorgeous arms flex.

Maya puts her hands up like you are holding a gun to her.

“Just me and you Austen. Take a breath, no one to fake it for. You don’t need to pretend right now.” She tells you and you lean over and put your hands on your knees. Feeling the room is spinning before you listen to Maya. Placing your hands over your head, standing tall, and closing your eyes to take a breath.

“Good girl, keep breathing.” Maya says and your body shivers at the praise. And Maya saw it, but she doesn’t throw it in your face, or make a sexual joke at you. She just watches you and you want to hate her, but it’s hard right now to. If you were honest you never disliked Maya.

But as soon as you think it you have to lash out. You can’t like Maya. You need to put space between her and you.

“I didn’t need you to fight my battles. I’m not into that..White knight shit. I’m not in need of saving. I don’t know how many Taylor Swift songs you listened to in the 2008, but I don’t need your help.” You snarl and Maya laughs. She likes how creative you are with your cuts. But she doesn’t want you to focus on that right. So she drops her hands and gives you a gentle gaze. Her voice is soft and sinful, and you try not to find comfort in any part of Maya Mason.

“Why don’t we just table you despising me until your panic attack passes, eh? Then I can be the bad guy again.” Maya teases but she’s smiling and you smile at her now. Damn it. Fuck Maya Mason!

You get further down the spiral of anger at your own girly statement;

“You stopped sending flowers.” You want to slap yourself for saying it and Maya fishes into her pocket a gold cigarett case, it snaps open, and her manicured fingers pinch a rather large blunt. Maya let’s that sentence sit for a moment, putting the blunt between her dark red lips. She eyes you and you use all your will power to not look at her lips, really you do.

She swaps out the case for a lighter, you see words on it but you can’t make it out without your glasses.

Maya lights her drug of choice with the sentimental family arloom lighter, then snaps it closes. She takes a hit and then fingers the joint like she’s Cruella or something, it’s full of power, it’s gangster and feminine. It makes her look like the ultimate siren. Maya is dripping with confidence and sexual power.

And yet Maya doesn’t feel like that right now. But to you, fuck, you couldn’t write or instruct an actor to get close to the ease in which Maya had you aroused from just lighting a joint and smoking.

You never had seen anyone smoke in such an erotic way.

Maya rubs her forehead with the finger holding the joint and then answers.

“You didn’t like the flowers I thought, or the presents.” She says and you reach your hand out and Maya is quick, handing you the blunt wordlessly. She was a little taken aback, but she doesn’t show it. Maya wants you to feel comfortable around her, she wants to get to know you. Fuck she wants to marry you. And if Maya makes comments or a face to make you self conscious she’s afraid that she’ll scare you away.

You take a drag and hold it in your lungs, handing the dark joint back. Maya seems entertained by you, but she doesn’t break your moment to dwell on this. Maya tries not to think about how her lips are about to touch the same spot yours were just warming.

She feels like a lovesick teenager just entertaining the idea.

The song plays inside the party and it has a sinister low bass and you can hear the lyrics. It’s ‘Such a Whore’ remix by JVLA.

You're such a whore, I need her

When she's one me I don't feel so lonely

Don't leave me horny

Ride me like a pony

Her sweat, her moaning

She's just such a fucking whore, i love it

I just fuck her on the side

When she's pinched for me on light

For that pussy I would die

You feel like Maya isn’t listening to the song, she probably can’t even hear it, but it’s making you feel like this is a scene in a movie. To be next to her, this close, as those lyrics play. But Maya doesn’t let you keep listening to the lyrics. Doesn’t let you write your next story in her presence.

“I didn’t stop sending you things all together.” She points the joint at you before bringing it to her mouth and taking a hit again and you, in response, let the smoke out slowly. Unable to hold your breath any longer.

“Four Weddings and a Funeral, No Reservations, You’ve Got Mail …I’m sensing a theme.” You don’t mean for it to come out as flirty as it does. But Maya just seems to feel smug, like she won a prize or something.

Maya figured you’d seen them all before, but it was a theme she was going for.

“Yeah, you need to start writing more queer romance. Because there’s so much straight stuff.” Maya teases and then takes a hit holding it and passing the blunt to you. You inhale too, and hold it. Before looking behind you to see if anyone else can see you two smoking outside of this expensive actor’s party…or was it a Studio Exec?

Maya let’s the smoke billow out of her mouth like a dragon. Before you jump to fill the gap in the silence.

“Two people not compatible at first, one even not liking the other. Then..one person… giving them a chance…Kids these days call it ‘enemies to lovers trope. Though it could be argued four weddings and a funeral doesn’t fit that.” You say, calling Maya out. But she let’s her fingers brush against yours for longer than she needs.

Your breath hitches as the warm pads of her fingers graze your knuckles and then down to the ends of your black fingernails, she let’s them stay for a moment longer.

Before taking the joint out of your grip. Maya flicks the ash onto the lavish backyard patio. You wonder if she’s ever used an ash tray, or if she’d just put her spliff out on gorgeous models tongues.

The idea of it was so hard to push away, you were angry at your over active imagination. And why the idea turned you on so much.

Maya was watching you have an internal battle, and she would kill to know what you were thinking. Not just a saying in this moment, she had family in the Mafia, she’d do it.

But Maya let the doobie sit in between her fingers as she eyed it to see if the cherry had gone out. But the head of Marketing spoke to you as she fiddled with her lighter in her pocket again.

“Hmm, you know I like how you write all of that yearning. Your fandom really enjoys it too. The focus groups and first teaser trailer proves they’d watch you read a Take out Menu, as long as it was you. You have a way with words…A way with setting a scene.” Maya’s compliments don’t touch your skin, they don’t sink into your low confidence riddled mind. You are a tortured artist, just like every other waiter in this cursed town. So you focus on the interesting thing she’d said in that.

“You watched my movies?” You weren’t sure why that was so off brand for Maya. Not Maya coded at all. Maya puts the half smoked blunt inbetween her lipstick stained lips and uses one hand to block the Santa Ana winds. You think of ‘The Holiday’ with Jack Black being a gentlemen and helping Kate Winslet get the eyelash out of her eye. You try not to feel like you are in a movie again, try not to feel like love is at all possible, as you watch Maya take her engraved lighter and cup one hand to block the wind.

It blows from both sides now and her flame goes out.

Her manicured nails don’t get in the way as her thumb strikes the wheel to make another flame. You hate yourself for leaning in and cupping your hand to help her.

The memory of her breath against your ear the first day comes crashing in. You try to school your features.

Maya’s eyes gaze up at you now, she’s taller by a few inches normally. But you had higher heels on tonight, and she’s bent just enough to block the windy night. So looking up at you through her dark lashes feels too intimate.

But she doesn’t torture you, she lights the end of her blunt. And inhales, you step back and she flips the lighter closed. Breathing out before pinching the paper and handing it to you once more.

“Is that so shocking?” She says and you feel stupid.

You had made so many assumptions about the head of Studio Marketing. It felt jaded and childish now. You were a queer writer, you were never supposed to come to L.A and make movies. You wanted to write novels. Somehow you were writing straight love stories.

You weren’t supposed to be here. And people made grand assumptions about you all day. How you could fall into the same trap with Maya was now a little embarrassing.

You didn’t know Maya Mason. And it was becoming very clear, that you’d written her off quickly for the wrong reasons.

You shouldn’t have assumed she was just a player with no brains. Maya had proved to be different in every way. You read every note she sent in those flowers and you were quickly discovering from her desire to send you a movie every day….that Maya didn’t give up easily. She was driven in more than just her work, and she was so fucking smart.

You should have pushed her away because her blue eyes could only mean you falling into her, and that couldn’t happen.

You warrded off love, and you meant it.

Never again would you fall, never again would you give up your power. No, love and war were the same and you had no intention of bleeding again.

Maya was off the menu.

“Just doesn’t seem like you’d be the type to sit it and watch people fall head over heels for each other. Just figured you weren’t into romcoms. I figured you were more of a…trashy reality TV girl.” You can’t apologize and tell her you realize you’d been wrong. You keep up the lie. Keep the words hoping they sting.

‘Fall out of interest with me, I’m not worth this..’ You hope the remarks will do that.

Maya watches your lips as you take the quick burning joint.

She curses the paper for burning too fast. Not ready to go back in, not wanting this moment with you to end. How could she talk you into getting out of here? Going to a local restaurant and sit with her. Talk until the early hours of the morning, Maya wished.

“You don’t know me. And everyone wants that, that one person who see’s them. I don’t think that desire has a ‘type’ of audience. Everyone wants to be wanted, to be chosen in a crowd of people. To be taken home and grow old with someone. That’s just…perfect.” Maya says as she looks off into the distance. And you can see the hollywood sign in the expensive home.

The light bleeds against the dark backdrop, it would have made you feel dreamy the first month you’d been in L.A. When you believed this was the land of Angels, where people made history with their art. What a kid you’d been.

But time had made you mean and now it was just a sign on a hill. Just like the 405 highway. Nothing special as you saw it.

The color bled into the night like water colors becoming blurry on a canvas.

It was fake, just like everything and everyone in Hollywood.

But as you gazed at Maya you had to admit;

“You aren’t what I expected.” You wished you hadn’t shown your hand. Your cards felt bare on the table now. You hand her the blunt and stare at her hand instead. But Maya whispers and looks at you.

“Yeah, I suppose I’m not. But did you really think I was going to be… on…be like I am in the studio..All the time? You don’t think I put my feet up on a sunday, have a relax button? Don’t think I can chill?”

You think for a moment, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Fuck no!” You say dramatically and Maya laughs along, glad you get her brand of humor. Realizing you two had a lot more in common than Maya could have ever dreamt of.

And Maya’s sides hurt as she laughed.

“No, I really don’t. I am a lot, all the time. I actually threw an iced mocha at a producer an hour before I had to come here. Pretty sure he was wearing a vintage Armani suit too.” Maya cackles and you laugh too. Fuck it felt good to not fake a laugh too, but to actually laugh. To be naughty and enjoy a bad joke, someone somewhere would get angry at you for not being kind to the poor producer, but not Maya.

When you both caught your breath, Maya looked at the ends of her joint.

Time was up.

“It’s not so bad,” You whisper looking down at the end of your pot.

You felt a little floaty, but you’d smoked enough in your time here in California to know one joint wouldn’t do it.

“The weed? Yeah I picked it up so it’s fresh roll.” Maya says and you wonder if she’s being obtuse on purpose. As she flicks it into the big planter pot she’d used to barricade the door.

“No, being authentically yourself. Unapologetically crude and say what you mean and do what you want. Seems like it would be pretty..freeing.” You uncover a secret in the space between you and the gorgeous woman and Maya thinks about this. Eyeing the sign, the lack of anyone around, and then you once again.

Like she’s deciding, and you are curious what goes on in her mind.

“It is, that is until you lose someone important from your reputation.”

It feels like a declaration of love. And you almost want to be annoyed you hadn’t written it for a character in your storys. Because it was fucking good.

You both stared at one another, and you wondered if Maya would close the distance and kiss you. But she didn’t. And that made you want her to more.

“Thank you for what you did in there…” You point to the door with your thumb.

“I thought I was being toxic and saving you?” Maya’s eyebrow raises but her face is playful.

“I didn’t need your help…but it was nice to have someone in my corner..” You give her the insight. And now you really wish you would stop talking. Or better yet, be rude again. Because this was all too….romantic.

“Where’s Aubrey or Sandy? Not very gentlemanly to leave you.” Maya says and she realizes that she ruined your shared moment. But it’s too late to hit delete. Not a text she can unsend.

Your face sours and Maya opens her mouth to say words. Any words to have you look at her like you had a moment ago. But your walls slide back up so fast.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t bring a date. Oh, I see. You read that TMZ shit, you think I’m such a slut. That I’m going out every weekend with actresses older than me and fucking them, is that it? Jesus, I don’t know what I was thinking. You are just like the rest. Not that I care what the fuck you think, or anyone else. But those women are my friends. They’re strong and smart and-forget it! If I wanted to have a fucking orgy in George Clooney’s summer home with Viola Davis and Helen Mirren fucking me with their straps at the same time! It would be my business, not anyone elses! ” You say and Maya yells your name as you push past her and kick the big heavy planter, your shoe holds up. But the planter breaks and you step over the dirt and roots of the tree.

You throw open the door and go back into the party so you can get your keys and leave.

Maya tries to catch you but you are gone.

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Maya doesn’t apologize.

She wan’t raised to. No one in her family had ever taught her how to, in fact.

So she isn’t sure how to say sorry. But she knew she regretted how things ended that night. And she still was desperate for your company. Even if you never believed her, she just wanted to talk to you.

Maya was in love, already so far gone, and it was embarrassing. If Maya did get embarrassed by feelings, which she didn’t.

So on Monday she opened another browser on her computer and ordered a book again. Hoping it would get you to talk to her, even if it was just to throw it in her face.

So three hours later when she was taking a meeting with Patty and Sal and you threw the door of her office open. She was relieved, not upset.

Maya’s assistant was trying to stop you but she shushed him.

“The fuck is this?” You held up Viola Davis’s memoire. But then you saw Sal and Patty and your face paled.

“We’ll leave, this seems like a couples thing.” Sal says and you open your mouth to say that you aren’t dating Maya. But you can’t find it in yourself to correct him.

So when Patty lightly pats Maya’s shoulder like an understanding friend. Who is very aware that she’s gonna sleep on the sofa you wonder if the whole studio believes you two are actually dating.

Maya closes the door and then puts her hand out for the sofa.

You don’t want to give her the pleasure of being obedient. So you throw the book at her and Maya ducks. Not catching it as it hits the wall.

“I take it you aren’t one for memoirs then?” Maya teases and the vein in your neck pops out. Maya eyes it and wonders how you taste. She wonders if she licks that vein, what noises she’ll get in return.

“I don’t get the game you are playing. But I mean it, I’m not interested.” You say and Maya feels like she knows you well enough in this moment to know you don’t actually mean it. Your voice just doesn’t hold the same venom now.

“Did you read it?” Maya asked and you ground your jaw.

“Yes, Viola Davis is amazing, I thought it was very well written and very moving. Why did you send it?” You say and then wonder why the fuck you are still in her office, with the door closed. Alone with Maya Mason.

“You left the party before I could talk to you again..and you said that thing about double penetration with Viola Davis. So…it was my way of…I wanted to…” Maya trailed off and you both look at each other with such intensity.

But Maya’s door is opened and Matt is holding up a report on marketing that he’d printed out. He’s holding it up and then he eyes you across the room.

Maya grabs the cup full of pens off her desk and chucks it at Matt’s head. He curses as it hits him in the face. Wow, she had great aim.

Blood quickly squirts out of Matt’s nose like he’s a pierced Capri Sun. He cups his face and drops the pages and they go fluttering to the floor.

“MAYA WHAT THE FUCK! OW! I’M BLEEDING!”

Wow Matt bleeds a lot, is he on blood thinners you wonder. Realizing Matt is an only child, because he couldn’t take a hit. You however had brothers, and you learned how to take a punch by the age of seven. You realize you should help your boss…or feel bad?

“HAVE YOU NEVER HEARD OF KNOCKING? GET OUT! GET OUT!” Maya screams and you try not to laugh as she goes feral. This was the Maya you’d heard so much about. Short tempered and unpredictable, ready to set someone on fire if they got her coffee order wrong.

Not the gentle looks you’d been receiving, book club conversations, white knight, and romcom hobbyist. You kinda liked watching this actually. Maya wasn’t just prince charming, she was…well Maya Mason. Not a fucking nail unbedazzled or wrinkle in her outfit as she wounded the head of the studio.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Matt used his hideous tie to dab at his now bleeding nose. But he turns out of the office and his tie and shirt have giant blood stains on them.

Maya walks after him and you wonder if she’s going to apologize but she slams the door.

You can’t help but make a joke.

“I didn’t knock either, is that what happens if I don’t knock next time?” You tease, knowing you should feel bad for enjoying this so much. Matt was innocent and didn’t deserve it, but it was hilarious.

“No, I like you. I want to go out with you. Fuck I’m trying to woo you here! Besides don’t pity the twat. This is far from the first time I’ve told Matt to respect the closed door. And if I’m in the middle of a meeting and my door is closed you just…open it. Come in, okay Austen?” Maya says and her hair is a little wilder than before. You wonder if she even realized how honest she was being.

“Okay.” You say the word slowly, like you are trying to process all of that. And you don’t know why you feel like you are going to blush.

“Okay.” Maya repeats she takes in the sight of you, your outfit makes her want you. The hair not in your ponytail is begging to be placed behind your ear.

You both stare at each other and you walk around her desk to pick up the thrown book. You are extremely aware that Maya is staring at your ass as you bend over. But it doesn’t piss you off how you’d like it to. It feels like flattery, which makes you feel like a stupid teenager.

After you pick up the book you make your way to the door and Maya goes to grab your wrist, to stop you but you throw open the door and walk out. Your signature black boots clicking on the marble floor.

“Are you free tonight? I’ll take you to that new sushi place on Sunset!” Maya yells for the whole floor to hear. You flip her the bird from behind, you but don’t turn around.

“Not happening Mason!”

Maya smiles as she watches you put a little more sway into your hips. But her phone starts to ring and she knows it’s HR. She’s going to get another complaint filed against her and she rolls her eyes but goes to answer it.

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The next day Maya is at Matt’s house for a party. She looks all over for you, but doesn’t find her gorgeous and tortured Jane Austen sitting in a corner surrounded by pretty Mommy actresses.

Maya tries not to pout as she goes over to her group of executives. Knowing she’s here on business. Not wanting to spend time at the lame venue longer than needed.

Patty gives her a shitty mixed drink that Matt is serving. There’s a theme to the party but it got lost somewhere. Maya takes a sip and tastes vanilla vodka and Malibu rum with a little bit of pineapple juice. It’s fucking gross.

But Maya sees the alternative is what Patty is drinking.

Which is a play on Sangria..only for some reason it’s 75 percent fruit in her glass. And she keeps spitting out chunks of rancid mushy old fruit into a napkin.

Sal is high as fuck. Matt is trying to get anyone around him to get Zoe Kravitz to come to his party. From the looks of it, everyone at the party either works for the studio. Or is a B level celebrity.

Maya thought she’d seen Luke Wilson but it was actually the Wilson’s youngest cousin. It was a pitiful party and Maya was counting down the minutes until she could leave.

“Patty I’ll give you a fucking raise if you get Kravitz here!” Matt tried and then eyed Maya.

“Where is your girlfriend? Can you call her? We need a big name!” He says and Maya has seen this look from him before. It’s that desperate need for be cool to others, it’s nasty to be around.

“Haven’t you heard, Maya can’t get a date! So it it just sex then?” Quinn asks coming out of nowhere and Patty and Maya both grimace at her drunken state.

“Of course it’s not just sex! Maya is in love. And our young Austen is the queen of romance. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were already picking out vacation homes. You guys u-haul it last weekend?” Patty jokes but everyone belies it as the truth.

Maya sips her gross drink before putting it onto a passing survey’s tray to get rid of it.

“Matt I’m sure someone will show eventually.” Maya says not willing to tell the reality of her love life, she wanted what they said to be the truth.

“You really believe that? You think your girl will show?” Matt said excited and Maya smirked.

“Of course not. But HR said I can’t make you cry again this quarter without getting a pay cut.” Maya said and the whole group laughed, except Matt who checked his phone again.

“Patty don’t you have Al Pacino’s number from when you used to give him blow jobs?” Matt asks and Patty is chewing a grape from her weird drink. She chuckles at the memory.

“He’s 85 Matty. You want a repeat of Vegas? You wanna see if you can kill him with mushrooms.” She taunts and everyone finds that entertaining.

Maya can’t help but chuckle with the group at that memory.

“Why didn’t you ask me? I’m your best friend!” Sal said and he takes Pattys drink and throws it on his chest.

Yeah he was really high. Patty just looks relieved she doesn’t need to keep eating the fruit salad.

“You don’t have anyone’s phone number. You once told me you were fucking Brie Larson. You are a liar!” Quinn said and Patty looked at her concerned that she may have got her drink spiked. She was sweating and being very blunt.

“She knows we got to second base! Besides; I have everyone’s phone number. I got Brad’s Pitt’s phone number and even Anthony Hopkins Fax number!” Sal brags and opens a small container of cocaine.

He looks around for a surface and then goes to the bar.

Maya arches an eyebrow and makes her move; she corners him at the end of the bar as he pulls out a rolled up fifty to use to snort.

“Sal, I need a phone number.”

He leans down and does his line before using his finger to rub the excess on his gums.

He eyes Maya for a minute like she’s a unicorn before realizing what she’s saying.

“Your girlfriend need to get in touch with Sally Fields. Get it cuz you both are old and have dark hair? She has a type!” He jokes and Maya tries to remain non homicidal to him.

“Will you get me Austen’s phone number?”

“You don’t have your own girls number? Oh shit is she such a romcom queen you gotta like..send her letters or something? Or oh, did you get in trouble again and she changed it! That would suck! Is that why everyone said she won’t go out to eat with you?”

Maya focused on box breathing. Sal had already decided on the idea of payment as she tried not to set him on fire with her lighter.

“Wow, Maya. I wonder what I want.” He pulled the coke out again and put it on the glass bar.

Maya was planning his demise, and her alibi. But she focused on counting down from five trying to not reach across and slap the phone out of his hand and then take out his eye with one of the appetizer toothpicks.

Sal got an idea before doing another line, holding up his finger like he found the holy grail. Maya was sure he wasn’t Harrison Ford and he had not.

“Ooh how about like a blank check as they used to say in old Hollywood?. I want you to owe me a favor!” Sal says through his coked out mind and Maya doesn’t like that. She grew up around the mafia, she knew better.

Maya leaned in and took her phone out. She used the passcode on one of her secret apps. Sal’s face fell as he looked at the screen.

“How about this? You give me her number or I’ll show the entire party the video of you getting a golden shower at Angela Lansbury’s Easter party from Bette Midler and Mark Warburg. How does that sound? I believe I saw a projector in the main room, I can’t wait to tell everyone it’s movie time! Do you thing we can connect the Bose speakers?” Maya taunts and her face is so excited and Sal is shaking his head. But her finger hovers of the play button.

“Fuck no! I opened my mouth the whole time…Please ok I’m sorry! Fuck I didn’t know you had that! You are so scary! Jesus!” Sal grabs his phone out of his tux jacket and scrolls. He reads the digits out and Maya quickly adds them to her phone.

Sal runs away and Maya grabs the drink he ordered and downs it in two gulps. Phone sitting in her manicured nails like a sacred prize of war.

To be continued. ...

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20 Years of Friendship and Cons

Masterlist

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Readers best Friend

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Jensen is Married in this Story but on the verge of Divorce from Danneel.

All work is my own, please don't take it or use it, Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

Chapter 1

My best friend Shannon and I were headed to Vancouver for our 20th Supernatural convention and we are celebrating our 20th year of friendship too, so this convention would be special. As we got closer to the Westin Bayshore Hotel, things were becoming more real, “Shannon, can you believe this is our 20th convention and we are celebrating our 20th year of friendship too?” “I can’t believe it Y/N, it’s crazy to think that we have attended 20 conventions now and it’s funny to think that Clif and the boys are like family.” As Shannon finished her sentence the Uber pulled up to the hotel and you could see the chaos already. There were people everywhere, and it was so loud you could hear it outside the hotel. Shannon and I paid the Uber driver and grabbed our suitcases and headed into the hotel to check in.

“Welcome to The Westin Bayshore Hotel, How can I help you today?” “We are here to check in.” “Name please?” “It's Y/F/N Y/L/N for 2.” “Ah, yes it says here that you have been upgraded to a suite for the next 5 days. “What do you mean suite, I booked a regular room?”. “Well Ms. Y/L/N it says here that Creation Entertainment upgraded your regular room to a suite. Here are your key cards and the suites are on the 18th floor, just please be mindful of those who are also on that floor and enjoy your stay and the convention.” “Thank you so much Molly, and we will”. We grabbed our keycards and headed for the elevator, as we reached the elevator doors. I hit the button and we waited, “Shannon can you believe Creation Entertainment upgraded our regular room to a Suite? I wonder why they did that?” “I know right, I can’t believe it, I guess we will eventually find out why once we get up there.”

As we reached the 18th floor, the doors opened revealing an exquisite looking hallway leading to all the suites. As we headed down the hall, each suite door had a number and then a letter underneath it. That’s when we realized that we were on the same floor as the actors. As we got closer to our room, the last 3 doors before ours had initials on them the first was JDM, the second was JP and the third and final door before ours had JA on it. “Why are we up here?” Shannon looked at me and asked. As she asked, we saw Clif waiting for us at our door, “Hi Ladies, I guess you’re both wondering why you are up here in a suite, well J2 found out this was your 20th convention and wanted to make it special for the both of you. So they had your regular room upgraded to the suite.” “Wow, thank you Clif and tell J2 thank you from both of us too.” “Will do, enjoy the convention.”

An hour later Shannon and I were sitting in our suite, waiting for our room service to come, so we decided to stay in tonight and just relax before the craziness tomorrow. As we were chilling and waiting for our food, I decided to check out Instagram to see if Jensen posted anything lately. As I opened Instagram I got a notification that Jensen did post. I clicked on the notification and I saw his latest post,a selfie he took in his hotel room of him reading the latest script, but he looked sad and the caption read “Got the latest script, figured I’d read it.” “Hey Shan, did you see the latest post from Jensen on Instagram?” “No I didn’t, what did he post?” “It’s just a selfie in his room, but he looks so sad. Do you think it has something to do with Danneel?” “ I hope not, I hope everything is okay.” As Shannon finished her sentence our room service arrived. “Thank God we have Netflix on the tv here, so we can chill with some Supernatural tonight.” “I totally agree, Y/N, it wouldn’t be a Supernatural convention without it.” As the night wore on, both Shannon and I fell asleep.

The next thing I knew it was the next morning. “Shan, we need to get up, we’re going to be late to the start of the convention.” We both got up, grabbed showers and got ready to leave, “Hey Y/N let's grab coffee from the Starbucks down the street before we head into the convention.” “Okay sounds good, I’ll order our usual and we can just pick it up and go.”

An hour later we were headed back into the hotel when we noticed Clif standing by one of the rooms for photo ops and he looked like he was panicked and stressed. Shannon and I looked at each other and headed towards Clif, “Hey Clif, what made you panic so early?” Both of us said at the same time. “Jensen is, he got a phone call and took off without telling anyone and we have no clue where he is and if he's okay.” Shannon and I looked at each other and started to panic too, “Hey Clif, give Y/N and myself 2 hours and we will have Jensen back safe and sound.” Clif nodded and walked towards the other room. “Shan, do you remember 2 years ago at the convention, Jensen talked about Stanley Park being his favourite place to go when he was here in Vancouver?” “Ya, I do, he also said that the Marilees Trail was his favourite because it was out of the way and off the beaten path.” “Okay, then let's head there first.”

Shannon and I grabbed an Uber to Stanley Park, “I hope we find him, and I hope he’s okay.” “I hope so too” Shannon said as the Uber pulled up to the Stanley Park entrance. “Y/N, let’s find Jensen.” “Yes, I just hope he’s okay, him taking off like that isn’t great. It means something happened with that phone call.” We talked as we made our way to the Marilees Trail.

We walked the trail for about an hour, and we finally noticed a man sitting with his back facing us. As we got closer we realized it was Jensen and he had his head in his hands. You could see he had been crying because of the tear streaks running down his cheeks and his shattered phone had been thrown across the path. I stepped closer to him, “Jensen, its Y/N, Clif told us you received a phone call and just took off. Shannon and I came to find you. Everyone is worried about you.”

Jensen looked up at us and just shook his head with more tears falling. We both sat down on either side of him and took his hands in ours. “Danneel is leaving me and she’s taking the kids with her” he said with tears falling down his cheeks. “Oh Jensen, we are so sorry we can’t believe she’s doing that.” “Danneel and I haven’t been seeing eye to eye for the last 6 to 8 months. I’m okay with her leaving and divorcing her, but for her to take my kids away from me, I can’t handle that. JJ, Arrow and Zeppelin are my everything. I can’t lose them, I just can’t.” I looked over at Shannon and she looked back at me and nodded, “Jensen, you’re going to have to step up and make the kids your number one priority and prove to Danneel that you will be there for them. If that means having to step away from certain projects for a while, then do that. You can’t let Danneel win, you have our support, and I know Clif, Jared and Jeff will have your back too, but right now we need to get back to the convention. You have people waiting on you and fans waiting to see you.”

“Thank you Y/N and Shannon, how did you know where I was?” Jensen asked as he stood from the ground. “A couple of conventions ago you talked about your favourite place to visit in Vancouver was Stanley Park and when you did come here, you always took the Marilees Trail because it's out of the way and off the beaten path. So we figured you would be here.” Jensen nodded as he continued walking. As we reached the entrance of Stanley Park, I ordered a Uber for us. “Y/N, can I use your phone? I want to let Clif know that I’m okay and we are headed back.” “Sure thing Jensen, here you go,”

After 15 minutes Jensen finished talking to Clif. “Everything okay Jensen?” “Yes, everything is okay. I was making sure Clif had everything set up for you and Shannon, because I’d love it if you two would join me in the green room for the convention. I want to talk more with you plus it’s my way of thanking you both for finding me and talking me down enough to go back to the convention.” “We’d be honored to join you in the green room, Jensen.” “Well then let’s go, green room it is.” Jensen said as he smiled at us.

We finally made it back to the hotel, and were headed to the green room. Jensen went to clean up and said he’d meet us in the green room. As we sat down on the couch, Jensen walked in and you could tell he had a lot on his mind. He was lost in thought and quieter than normal. “Y/N, Shannon, I can’t thank you enough for finding me and talking me down. All I ask is everything I told you in the park and what I’m going to say in here, please just keep it between us. I don’t want it to get out yet.” Jensen asked us with pleading eyes. “Jensen you have our word, what happened stays between us.” As I finished my sentence Jensen got a text message and his whole facial expression changed. “She’s really going ahead with it, that Bitch”, Jensen said as he clenched his fist. “Whoa, what do you mean she’s going ahead with it?” Shannon and I said in unison. “It’s JJ, she messaged me and said “Daddy, Momma is making us leave with her and I don’t want to leave. I want to stay with you, please make her stop, Daddy please.” “Jensen you should call Danneel and confront her about the message from JJ. She needs to know and you need to find out for sure what’s going on.” Jensen nodded and dialed Danneel’s number, it rang three times before it went to voicemail. So, Jensen left a message. “Damn it Danneel, we need to talk now, call me back!”

As Jensen hung up, Clif returned to the green room, “Jay, you need to get to the stage for the panel with Jared. They are ready for you.” “Okay I’m coming, I’ll see both of you out there and I’ll look for you in the crowd, enjoy the panel.” “We will Jensen, if you need us just let Clif know to get us.”

We headed for the main room to find our seats for the panel. We sat down and waited, after a few minutes they played the entrance music for J2 and out they came all smiles and waving. As the panel started, Jensen was having a hard time sitting still and you could tell his mind was someplace else. But he was getting through it the best he could. About halfway through the panel Jensen’s phone rang and he looked at it, Seeing who it was he abruptly left the stage to take the call. The crowd was confused and started to talk amongst themselves. “Shan, I hope Jensen is okay, it’s not good, I hope Danneel doesn’t give him a hard time.” “I know, it hurts my heart knowing what he’s dealing with right now.”

“What the hell Danneel? This is completely ridiculous and way beyond us divorcing. You can’t take the kids from me, they need their dad and I need them just as much.” “Jensen I’m taking the kids because obviously they aren’t important to you. Your damn career is your priority. You spend more damn time away from them than you do with them.” “You know you’re a bitch Danneel, you don’t even realize that JJ and the twins don’t want to leave me. They want to be with me. When was the last time you were at their birthdays or at school plays? You spend more mornings out with your freaking girlfriends than you do with the kids, and you have the balls to say I’m away too much. I’m going to fight for the kids, I’m going for full custody. This is the last conversation I’m having with you. You can contact my lawyer going forward!” “Fine, you got it, now goodbye Jensen.” As Jensen hung up the phone he started to cry, and he re-read the message from JJ, as he read it he started to feel a tightness in his chest and was having a hard time breathing. He was starting to panic. “Clif, can you go get Y/N and Shannon for me? I need them right now” Jensen asked Clif between trying to breathe.

We were sitting waiting for Jensen to come back, when we noticed Clif coming towards us, “Y/N, Shannon, J is asking for you both in the green room, just follow me.” Shannon and I looked at each other and stood up and followed Clif.

#jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x female!reader #supernatural

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nouvxllev · 1 year ago

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Hi, just wanna say I love your stuff! I was wondering if you’d do a Jenna x reader who is the daughter of Winona Ryder and Jenna meets her on the set of Beetlejuice 2. Winona acting as a wing woman for Jenna.

head over heels, your hand over mine

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^ request!

Words: 5.0k

Warnings: longer than i intended it to be

a/n: first of all... tysm!!! and second of all, thank you for the request!! means alot to me and i wrote it to the best of my abilities, hope you'll like it!!!

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Shit, shit, shit...

Jenna cursed under her breath as she practically hammered down the first-floor button as if that was going to make it go faster.

She glanced over to the indicator right above the door, the numbers slowly inching towards the ground floor. Her foot kept directing her side to side in the elevator, a stressed back-and-forth pace she caught herself on all while she gripped the Beetlejuice 2 script right in her hands, the paper almost being punctured with holes and such.

Jenna could almost blame herself for this.

Actually, she does. She damned herself so much she wouldn't be surprised if she got hit by a bus, really.

It wasn't any other day you'd get a role in Beetlejuice, 2, might she add, and even landing the role of the daughter of Winona Ryder who is possibly one of the most outstanding actresses out there and a 90s icon.

And now she's just slightly fucking it up with first impressions with how she's atleast 10 minutes late to their set because she spent her entire night in reading and rereading the script over and over until she perfected her lines to the point it's probably better if she'd just make Beetlejuice herself.

When the doors slid open, Jenna bolted out until she made her way to the entrance, her hand tightly clutching that damn script and her other gripping the strap of her bag.

Fumbling with her phone to call an Uber, she couldn't help but grimace at the thousands upon thousands of texts saying that she was late and her alarm clocks repeatedly being turned on to snooze just minutes before.

Of course, this day of all days just so happened to be the day that the universe decided that it had a grudge on Jenna for whatever reason because all Ubers were somehow booked and it would probably take atleast 30 minutes for another one.

So, like the hardworking actress she is determined to get a first impression even with punctuality falling behind her, she ran.

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It wasn't long, thank-fucking-god, till Jenna got to set. She slowed her pace a little when she saw the cameras and people surrounding a particular area.

She took a moment to compose herself as she approached them, smoothing down her pants and fixing her hair all while she tried to catch her breath before possibly collapsing on the ground. The crew members spared her a glance, how comforting, even if they all had concerned looks on their faces.

Jenna always worked with such talented actors and directors, and now here she was working with Winona Ryder meanwhile she was looking like she ran a marathon on the side while going to set.

"You're here!" Winona called out, lowering the script in her hands while she offered a warm smile. "We almost thought there were some complications in your schedule."

The young actress offered a sheepish smile, embarrassment flowing in her mind as she offered a weak hand gesture. "I'm so sorry, all Ubers were somehow booked and I woke up late." She admitted before introducing herself. "I'm Jenna. Ortega." She added.

Winona chuckled, "No worries. The tech team is sorting out some equipment issues, so it's a bit of free time right now." She explained, offering a handshake. "Winona Ryder. Your mother. Well, on-screen." She joked while Jenna laughed with it.

"God, sorry if I look worn out. I really admire your work, it's all so amazing." Jenna took her hand, reciprocating the gesture. She was almost going to add something until a figure approached Winona, looking like a split-perfect resemblance of her. And oh how she did the fastest double-take in her whole life.

"Oh, right!" Winona pulled, possibly the most prettiest and gorgeous, girl Jenna has laid eyes on in her 21 years of continuous breathing by the shoulders and pushed her in front of the young actress. Now life without you suddenly looks like something she just completely wasted her precious time on.

Just by looking at Winona and how excitement reflected in her eyes, Jenna could tell how much she beamed with pride for her daughter; it made her heart swell.

"Meet my daughter, Y/n."

There were things Jenna should do when she meets someone. She introduces herself in a calm manner and maybe engage in some friendly talk with them whether if it's the most awkward-est thing in her life or one of the moments she'd like to spend forever in.

What she shouldn't do is slowly have a mid-introduction nosebleed, completely throw out the knowledge that she has the ability to speak and say words while her mouth is half-agape and her eyes wide and never blinking. This rule seems to be more strict when she's convinced she has met the love of your life.

It's safe to say that Jenna checked all the boxes on the latter.

Jenna met your gaze, and oh how that was the stupidest decision she had ever made in her entire life. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, breath caught in her throat, she tried to speak for a second but nothing came. It was like she was drowning but in the best way possible. And also falling head over heels in the worst way possible.

It's concerning how she almost wants to drop down and marry you on the spot; she's already rehearsing her vows inside her brain.

Jenna raised her hand, a shaky one at that, to offer a handshake. "I'm Jenny," she managed to squeak out, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at fumbling her own damn name. "I mean, Jenna! Sorry, not Jenny. I'm Jenna. Jenna Ortega." Oh, fuck, please just slit my throat already.

In every bad and awkward introduction, there's always someone from the other line slightly concerned but plays with it.

Your eyes crinkled, a bright sight to see that would put all sunrises to shame, and your lips parted like how the clouds part after a gloomy day, letting out a laugh that calmed Jenna's heart almost immediately. It was still running and skipping a fuck ton of beats per second, but your laugh seemed to warm it all.

"I'm Y/n, of course." You held Jenna's faltering eye contact as you reciprocated her gesture, "I'm really only here to accompany my mom," you explained. Please stay here forever. Better yet, be with me. Jenna almost said.

You shook her hand in the most softest way possible, her palm fitting right into yours. "Can't believe I met you, honestly." Jenna heard you mutter under your breath, a squeal following it.

Oh, if falling head over heels over you was a sin, she'd gladly be the epitome of something so mortal.

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And that was only a week ago. Just imagine how much internal panic she goes through whenever she sees you now.

Jenna repeatedly cursed under her breath, staring at the reflection of herself in the mirror as she gripped the cold parts of the sink, glaring at herself in complete thought.

Almost so serious as if her mind wasn't battling with something so completely stupid she'd rather drown in self-pity and misery.

Jenna Ortega, deemed as America's #1 IT girl who practically swooned all seven continents by now, almost had a near anaphylactic shock when her hand grazed over yours and how you gave her possibly the most sweetest and soul-crushing smile with that stupidest crinkle in your eye to ever exist on this damned earth, holy fuck.

Why should she be so head over heels for you?

She lowered her head in defeat, a heavy sigh escaping her as the same image of your smile flickered in her mind, and now a stupid grin from your stupid image graced her lips.

It was only a week in being on the Beetlejuice set, and she damn near lost her mind.

You were always there, well of course you were there since you were Winona Ryder's daughter, but she didn't expect to be so obsessed with you to the point she needs to go to the bathroom to silently scream whenever she hears or sees your intoxicating smile.

It's sweet. Almost endearing to her.

As if she even has the right to even think about you in that way.

Jenna stepped outside, patting her hands dry by the hem of her shirt. her name already being called out by the directors, their voices only getting louder and louder until it dwindled down to nothing and she could only assume that Winona stopped them, it was still her break after all. She was almost like a real mother to her, a comforting one at that.

She started to take a pattern in her steps before she saw you sitting on the railings of the trailer. More importantly, Jenna's trailer.

Okay, she shouldn't have seen this as a sign from the universe that you liked her back, but she did and that was all the hope that the fate or whatever deity could do because she was too desperate and too drunk on the lack of attention and attraction you were giving her.

But how could she not do that when you look so perfect just being... you? Being everything she wanted? Needed? Just being so damn perfect almost feels like Jenna could die.

"You like my daughter, don't you."

Jenna looked behind her, the sudden voice that crept being Winona, the mother of the daughter she had been smitten for, a noticeable faint smile on her lips. It was more of a statement than a question. A fact, really.

Jenna could almost deny it if it wasn't so accurate. But what was she supposed to say? "Yes, I do like your daughter, in fact, I love her so much I would absolutely give up my very career to buy her the most expensive wedding ring to ever be created from the hands of a human, or even a Greek God perhaps, to show that she owns my entire heart, body, and soul."

Panic was evident, Winona could clearly tell by the way Jenna looked like was scramming to think up of a half-assed excuse.

"Yes—I mean, not like like. I love her, really. She's talented, hardworking, and passionate in the things she talks about. But that's really it; I love Y/n, in a friendly way." Jenna stammered. Even if she was spouting complete lies and nonsense about how she doesn't have a massive crush on you, her gaze was stuck on, of course, you yourself.

Winona arched an eyebrow, "Jenna, I know when someone is horribly in love with my daughter and who’s not."

"The both of you were always somehow joined together, even if none of you were talking. You’re always finding a reason to bring her up in a conversation even if no one was even talking about her. Also, everyone takes notice of how your gaze was always focused on Y/n. Even on scene, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her for a second."

Yeah, that seems about right.

Jenna sighed, her line of sight never laying off of you. It's amazing how you still haven't noticed she and your mother was staring at you like a bunch of stalkers.

"Y/n deserves someone like her, someone in her league," she turned around, now walking in the opposite direction to her original one. She almost sounded like a teenage boy who realized they couldn't get with the popular girl. "She looks like someone even from the heavens above couldn’t fathom they created her from their own mind and hands."

Winona's expression softened as she caught up to Jenna, now walking beside her. "If you, The Jenna Ortega, fail to get her attention and love then it's all over for us." She never heard someone talk so romantic about her daughter, it's truly unfair how the ones who love the most always fall short.

Jenna's steps slowed, her body slumping against the fall as her gaze was fixed on the ground. God, why was she acting like this over you?

The young actress nodded, her hands going up to her face and sliding them down as she spoke, "She's like this incredible and unattainable dream you want to continue after you wake up, Winona." She mumbled through her hands, "Y/n's gorgeous, gentle, charming, and just… perfect." She let go of her face, her hands now on her sides. "It's intimidating just by looking at her, knowing she's the essence of beauty and perfection. Like, how do you compete with that? Overall be someone who she wants to stick by her side?"

The actress observed the young one, Jenna's head down and fidgeting with her rings. Winona could almost say that this was the most vulnerable sight she ever saw from her. "You don't have to match her perfection, let alone measure yourself up to that; you just need to be the missing piece she didn't know she needed. "

Jenna took a deep breath, her head slowly rising, "I just don't want to mess it up. She deserves someone as awesome as her, and if she ever likes me back, I'm afraid of waking up and realizing I'm not enough for her to be someone she loves."

Winona tilted her head, crossing her arms, "Tell you what, I don't know much about my daughter now. She's not closed off, but she isn't open either." She could see how Jenna flicked her head upwards, listening attentively. "But I do know that she's been watching all of your movies and shows up to this point."

Jenna's eyes widened in surprise. She doesn't wanna take any risks, but she doesn't wanna lose any chances either. "She... she has?"

Winona nodded, a soft and warm smile playing on her lips, just like the one you always have if not more comforting.

"I could never hear the end of it. She says you have this genuine charm whenever you speak, you're calm but you're also being true to yourself. Y/n admires you so much, I almost get sick of it," she laughed that pulled a chuckle from Jenna. "You're perfect in her eyes, but that's not what she likes about you. She likes you because you're authentic, yourself." She reached out for Jenna's shoulders, giving it a reassuring squeeze, "I'll be your wingman. I'm sure you're the perfect girl for my daughter."

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And that was maybe two to three months ago.

Now Jenna's thinking that you might be the most oblivious person to ever roam this entire globe. She's been dropping hints everywhere you go and you still wouldn't catch up that she has feelings for you!

Ever since Jenna got into Winona's wing, she knew everything that makes you happy. Your music taste, what type of flowers you like, what type of outings you like, clothes, scents, foods, colors, even legos, just basically everything under the sun she gave to you within a heartbeat.

Jenna gives you flowers everyday, hell even bouquets if she's feeling fancy. Reads and writes you letters, and ever since Winona gave her your number, she's been sending you voicemails of your favorite songs every morning as some goodmorning text. She's been nothing but romantic to you! Was she just missing something?

The only thing that really progressed was something of strangers to friends. The two of you were as close as ever to the point if one of you were needed, somebody probably would need to surgically remove both of you.

But that was it! No nothing, just friends. It was selfish for Jenna to want something more when she has the love of her life close to her as a friend, sure, but she needed just a little bit more before she mentally goes insane.

"I mean, come on!" Jenna complained to Winona, sitting across from the other chair just right beside her trailer, script in her hands but she was paying more attention to Jenna. "Flowers, letters, voicemails… I'm practically screaming 'I like you' at this point." She slumped over the table, "or maybe she's just really ignoring them."

"I think you're thinking too deeply, Jenna," Winona stated, looking over to somewhere far, "maybe you should confess. She's right there."

Jenna was about to stand up and say it all out and die in a hole if she gets rejected until she realized you were wearing something so... fucking gorgeous? stunning? breathtaking? ethereal? She needed a stronger word than all words combined.

It wasn't your everyday casual wear, in fact, it was something you'd wear to go on a date. A date that meant something, a date that you'd go with another person and to confess their love.

Oh, don't fucking tell her she was too slow to confess and some random dude confessed earlier.

"I don't..." Jenna stammered, she could sense that agonizing feeling of her heart sinking, a stinging pain but it was mixed with immense pressure, like she was almost drowning. "I don't really think it's the right time."

Winona let out a sympathetic sigh, "she did tell me that she was going somewhere important." She waved in your direction, grabbing your attention. "Y/n!"

Jenna didn't know it was possible to drown without having any bodies of water near you, now she was fully experiencing it by how her heart sank even further as she heard Winona's words.

She shouldn't be surprised, after all, somebody actually had the guts and mindset to actually confess to you personally without having to hide behind a facade and without having to drop a fuck ton of hints instead of saying it out loud.

It stung. Thinking that someone out there was that one for you. And how that someone was never Jenna. But it was sweet. She winced.

Jenna couldn't shake the pang and sting of disappointment as she watched to walk over to Winona, a smile on your lips like you've met the most wonderful person to ever be in your life. She couldn't read if it was real, and she hoped to God it was fake.

"What's with the get-up?" Winona asked, standing up while giving Jenna the look.

"Going on a date with this guy, he asked me." You smiled, yet again, but it was even brighter.

Yeah, she figured. When did she even assume that you liked women anyway?

"Can I borrow your car, mom, please?" You asked of her, your puppy eyes going in action while you mentally crossed your fingers.

Jenna wasn't the one to brag, but she could drive a car! Not that idiot guy who couldn't even take whatever vehicle to fetch her as a nice gesture. Hell, it was a date for godsakes!

Winona sighed, glancing between Jenna and you. "Sure, you can borrow the car," she stated before digging into her pockets and fetching her car keys, plotting it down to your hands, "but make sure to bring it back in one piece."

Jenna bit her lip, suppressing the urge to completely pull herself out of her chair and scream 'I love you so goddamn much, Y/n! Can't you see I'm the one for you and not some guy who couldn't even go the mile to drive you to the damn date!?' But no. Instead, she stayed in her seat, nodded as a goodbye, and forced yet another smile.

"Thanks for the flowers by the way, Jenna! I should really pay you back sometime." You chuckled, before hugging her head as your way of goodbye. "I'll tell you all about it when I get home."

"Don't worry about the flowers. No need to pay me back," Jenna replied, doing her damn best to keep her tone light and her knuckles not so light. As you hugged her, Jenna couldn't help but savor the moment, imagining that it wasn't a goodbye to go off on some date with some random dude but rather a lovely gesture. "I'll be waiting to hear all about it."

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That was atleast three to five hours ago.

Jenna never knew how a 2$ caesar salad bought from a suspicious vendor on the sidewalks could be so depressing but still mock her on how she just lost the love of her life to someone who actually had the guts to confess until she actually experienced it.

It was a slow day on set. Probably because it was already so late at night. There were still some scenes being recorded, but most of it was Winona's.

So along those hours when Jenna wasn't with you or she couldn't text you through the phone, all she could really do was stare from afar and hope that you'd magically have some miraculous change of mind mid-date and maybe you'll soon believe and realize Jenna was the one for you after all.

Of course, life wasn't like a damn movie and that damn date was still going to happen no matter what she does.

Winona sat beside Jenna, offering a sympathetic look at how Jenna was poking around her lettuce. "You know that's her quote-on-quote I don't really give two shits outfit but I still need to look good for a requirement that is people's feelings."

Jenna let go of her fork, damn even it looked sad. "But she looks beautiful."

Winona could almost roll her eyes if not for the young actress wallowing in her own thoughts. "It's because you're head over heels for her, Jenna. She could wear some obnoxious color-clashing clothes and she'd still look like a goddess for you."

Jenna sighed, picking up her fork again and halfheartedly stabbing a folded lettuce leaf. "I mean, don't you?" she asked, glancing at Winona. "You're her mother."

Winona shrugged, "Her clothes, her choice, but I still absolutely would not." She laughed, and her smile brightened when Jenna allowed a smile to crack through her lips.

Jenna could almost face-plant herself into the salad bowl if not for a notification pinging in Winona's phone. A notification that Winona only applied for you.

"...Or you could tell her that she's much better off with you rather than some guy that stood her up." Winona showed the phone to Jenna, your message illuminating on the screen.

y/n

mom can u pick me up? karaoke room 217 stood up on me lol come quick, pls. thx

Jenna would've been lying if she said she wasn't jumping, screaming, throwing up in literal joy.

Well, of course, she was mad that you of all people were stood up, but she was semi-glad that you were.

Jenna's urgency was visible as she scrambled to get out of her seat, grabbing her bag with such hast and making a sudden beeline for the exit.

"Tell her that you can't go! I wanna surprise her," She yelled to Winona, her excitement in her voice echoing through the room. It's almost weird and insane how happy she was about how you were stood up.

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You waited for 2 hours.

It wasn't disappointing. You already knew it was just some sort of dare or a prank that one of his friends pulled, but you showed up anyway. Not like because you wanted to play with his feelings; you couldn't do that if you didn't have any.

In fact, you had feelings for Jenna.

Ever since she showed up on your screen, she was the only actress you could ever think about. She was charming, alluring, the only person who could make the daylight so dark if her smile was out of place.

You didn't know her, personally then, but you loved her. You were willing to start wars with the world, may it be against you or may all odds and fate oppose you, you’d do everything for her even if it kills you to be someone who would take all her hidden suffering and plead for tears with your palms locked and thrown away.

And now that you were working with her on set, you couldn't help but be someone you're not. All thanks to you and your mother on reluctantly giving up on the idea of not bringing you to set. You wanted to confess, you really did. It was just a silly little crush like you'd always have but this one with Jenna seemed real and your life would've ended if your feelings were rejected.

Though, even after all that, Jenna was the one you wanted to be with. The one you hoped would walk through that damn door and hug you until your worries and thoughts all disappeared, only met with her voice and her comforting arms.

That would've been a fleeting memory, wishful thinking. That is until the very girl that made you go insane rushed into the room.

What the fuck.

She was exhausted, you could tell by her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of her; looking like she had gone the extra mile and maybe even drove a car on the way instead of running, just to be there with you. You could almost start laughing and be that snarky person you've always been to her if not for everything else fading into the background until Jenna was the only one left.

Without hesitation, she pulled you into a tight embrace, wrapping her arms around your body as she tightened the hug as if you'd die if she ever let go of your body. The warmth of her touch, the comfort in her soul, and her very being brought something so grand as you hugged her back. You feared that letting go would mean losing her forever, and she thought the same way.

"I love you." She murmured on your shoulders, closing her eyes. You notice how her voice cracked with vulnerability and almost sorrow as you tightened your hold on her.

"I love you," she whispered yet again, as if you didn't hear her the firs time. "I love you, I love you, I just love you." She dug her head under your neck, her breath warm on your skin as you waited for her to finish.

You could feel Jenna's heartbeat against your chest, fast and beating while it synced with your own. "I love you, Y/n. You don’t know how many lifetimes I would kill myself for you to look into my soul, everything beneath, and even the darkest parts of my heart so then you’ll see how I perceive you to be everything I look for. I can't understand how you don't understand how much you mean to me. How much your laughter was something I didn't know would be the cure to whatever terminal illness I had in life, your actions being my motivation, your soul being my guiding light, and your smile being something so bright that not even the sun could beat its glory."

Jenna slowly pulled away from you, her eyes searching yours for a reaction. The room was always so silent, but it never felt like it was the funeral of sound itself.

"I'm sorry—That—That wasn't... I didn't—" she stammered, her body already getting up and pulling away from you.

Gently, you reached out and cupped her face with your hands, your thumbs brushing away the newly formed tears that had welled up in her eyes and dripped from her cheeks. You could feel the warmth of her skin beneath your touch, her freckles, and everything that made Jenna her was right beneath your palm. You want nothing but to cherish it.

You couldn't think of a reply. You could, but it would never beat the confession Jenna had for you. It was more than a mere confession, but something out of a book that would put every writer to shame.

"Is this okay?" Your eyes searched for Jenna's consent in hers as you leaned in ever so slightly, her breath lingering on your skin until Jenna's lips met yours in a hesitant, gentle kiss. The touch of her soft lips against yours sent a shiver down your spine, her hands coming up to cradle your face as she melted into you while your own hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.

Life felt like something you wasted without her lips touching yours. How you felt everything and how you were everything under her soft touch, her presence. It was if every moment before her had been leading to this one. Every heartbeat, every breath, every time you've experienced something happy, sad, or even something conflicted was building up to the moment your lips finally met hers. You felt whole, alive, reassured, and comforted.

Her touch felt like a warm embrace from something so indestructible, a star so far away that only you could see it shine from afar but yet you could feel every inch of its presence.

Then it stopped. The both of you pulled back.

But your heart never did.

"You know I asked for your mom to be my wingman."

"Please don't destroy this moment we have by mentioning my mom, Jenna. I'm serious."

Jenna chuckled, her eyes twinkling, "give her some credit. I never would've confessed to you without her."

You couldn't help but smile, realizing she was still the Jenna you fell in love with. "I guess, but I don't really want to talk about my mom after I just got stood up and then kissed the girl I love."

Jenna's chuckle turned into a soft giggle, her hand finding it's way to your palm as she intertwined her fingers with yours. "Also, for the record, that guy was an idiot."

You nodded after shared laughter. With everything that's going around between the two of you, you almost miss how Winona arrived just in time. Standing by the door with a smile on her face.

But even with Jenna's hand over yours, she'd still fall head over heels for you.

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just some fuckass aftermath dialogues:

W: "You finally confessed." J: "Did she tell you?" W: "Well for one she's been awfully cheery and gave me a questioning I love you mom and offered me to go shopping with her."

#jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x femreader #jenna ortega x female reader #jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega

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0rosexmulti0 · 11 months ago

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Personal Assistant-Part 1

Paring: Millionaire Reality Star!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

This will be broken up into parts!

Part 1 | Part 2

You and bucky had been best friends since you could remember. After college you had lost contact until you started looking for a job. You wanted to get into acting so it wasn’t a surprise that you took a job offer from your new friend. The day of auditions you got the address from the friend. You weren’t prepared of the role you were applying for, so you dressed nice. You took an uber to the audition, you arrive at a mansion. You immediately are more nervous than before. You walk up to the door and knock gently. A man dressed in a suit answers the door. He asks if you are here for the audition. You nod, he smiles and takes you into the living room. He offers to get you a drink and you politely decline. A few minutes go by, and you get brought into a studio. You walk to the other side of the glass; you notice a ring that looked oddly familiar. The tell you that the role you are auditioning for is a personal assistant in a reality show. As you start to read the script you are interrupted by a familiar voice. As he walks into the room you make eye contact. James Barnes but this time he wasn’t a kid anymore. This time he was taller, stronger, and more handsome than you remember. He was wearing an expensive black suit with the sleeves cuffed up just enough to see a few veins in his arm. You swallowed hard at the sight of him, you could feel old feelings resurfacing. He doesn’t say anything to you, he just starts looking around. You realize he’s looking for the ring on the table of your side. You grab it and walk around the glass and ask him if it’s what he was looking for. His expression starts to soften but not before he realizes where his is. He coughs and takes it, “Thank you Ms-?” he looks at you waiting for a response. “F/N” you say looking at the ground. He sits on the couch spreading his legs. “Well, since I interrupted, I might as well watch your audition. Saves us time, I’m the one who calls the shots. If I don’t like it, you don’t get a call back” He grabs a notepad and pen, you walk back to the other side of the glass and read the scripts. At the end you see Bucky hand the producer the notepad. Buck starts to walk out, as he leaves you swear, he throws you a wink. “Y/n?” The producer says calling you into reality. “James wrote that he wanted you hired now”. You thank them. They say that you will be moving in until production ends. Explaining filming is in a week, they want the main cast to adjust. You nod and they escort you to a car. You arrive at your home and collect your things. You head back and they show you to your room. You gasp at the room’s size. After unpacking you decide to explore. As you walk out on your phone you bump into someone causing you to drop it. You quickly look up to see who it was. Bucky looks down at you with a smirk and pins you against the wall, before saying “Who’s so important you to not be paying attention?” You try to answer but the words seem not come out. He grabs your chin, “Are you planning on answering your new boss’s question doll or do you need a lesson of professionalism and manners?” Your face is beyond pink from blushing its practically red. “Boss? What does that mean? I was just having an argument and it got heated that’s all” you try to turn your head, but he holds it still. “You didn’t know that I’m the person you will be assisting in this show? Was it Steve?” he says the last part with a concern in his voice. “How did you remember? You didn’t even remember my name.” You say rolling your eyes. He smirks “How could I ever forget you doll? I just have a reputation to worry about now. I didn’t want it to seem like I gave you this position because you’re the cute girl I used to hang out with” As he says the last few words it feels like he breathed them into your ear sending a shiver down your spine. Before he releases you, he says “Don’t think I didn’t know about your crush doll.” He cockily grins at you then walks away leaving you lost for words. You hear him hum to himself “This’ll be fun”.

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skateordiebitch · 7 months ago

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Enemies to lovers!Dom and him being in secretly in love with you because I’m a sucker for clichés lol💕

CABIN FEVER || D.F x reader

summary: dominic fike is your childhood best friend turned enemy. every conversation is a recipe for disaster... but, what happens when you guys have to share a room in a cabin for a weekend?

ah yes the enemies to lovers clichè...... love her dearly!!! dominic gives that vibe heavy for some reason LMAO. it was a little too easy to write this. anyways, per usual requests are open and enjoy!

Dominic and you had a rhythm to your rivalry — if you could call it that. It was the kind of relationship where you’d sooner pretend to be total strangers than acknowledge the magnetic, impossible-to-ignore pull between you.

The friends you shared, however, were not blind to this ongoing feud; they thrived on it, watching with half-amused, half-exasperated smiles every time you and Dominic ended up in the same room.

There was a long list of reasons why you couldn’t stand him.

The ego was a big part, for one. He knew he was a big deal and didn’t care who knew it, throwing around his charm like it was a game, getting whatever he wanted without so much as lifting a finger.

And the worst part?

Everyone else seemed to eat it up.

Except you.

You found the arrogance insufferable. It didn’t help that he’d never hesitated to pick you apart, finding flaws and quirks he could tease, always seeming to know exactly how to get under your skin.

If you made a comment about his music career, he’d fire back with a smirk, implying that you could only dream of being so successful.

The mutual friends between you knew better than to let you two share a ride to group outings.

There was one infamous night, when you’d been forced to share an Uber home after a party.

The whole drive was a back-and-forth argument that could have been the script for a rom-com — only there was nothing “romantic” about the way you hurled insults and Dominic rolled his eyes, making jabs about how you were “almost as stubborn as you were clueless.”

It had gotten so heated that the Uber driver had kicked you both out halfway home.

And that became the norm.

Snide remarks, bickering, and a constant battle of who could out-wit the other. It was never kind, never playful. If anything, it felt like every interaction was just barely avoiding a complete explosion.

Your ongoing rivalry with Dominic had become such a given that no one even tried to keep you two apart anymore.

It was easier to just let you both simmer, each party assuming you’d work out your differences — or at least tolerate each other.

But when your mutual friend, Kevin, decided to celebrate his birthday with a weekend trip to the mountains, the room assignments threw a wrench in everyone’s plans.

And there was no doubt that it wasn’t just a ‘coincidence.’

You practically laughed when he said, “You’re with Dominic.” Until you realized he was serious.

“No way,” you protested. “Oh, absolutely not. There’s no way.”

He just raised an eyebrow. “I’m not splitting you guys up at this point. You guys need to learn how to get along.”

“We aren’t five, Kev,” you say in protest, “I just don’t wanna be with… him.”

All Kevin did was laugh in your face, “Tell yourself, that. Maybe some forced time together will make you both act like normal human beings.”

You knew better than to argue when Kevin had that look on his face. That look that said ‘room with him, or don’t come at all.’

So, with no choice but to accept the arrangement, you found yourself sleeping in the same room with the one person you’d much rather avoid.

The cabin itself was beautiful, set against a backdrop of pine trees and snowy mountains. It was the sort of place meant for cozying up, but that idea made you laugh in spite of yourself as you and Dominic entered the small, shared room.

He tossed his bag onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, shooting you a glare. “This has got to be a fucking joke.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” you muttered, already strategizing how you’d manage to avoid him for the next three days.

Unfortunately, there was no escape.

The room was too small, and the cabin was filled with your friends, all of whom seemed to think your bickering was just a “cute quirk.”

You threw your bag on the bed closest to the window, hoping to claim the best spot. Dominic followed suit, watching you like you’d just challenged him to a duel.

“Are you seriously taking the bed by the window?” he scoffed, throwing his own bag onto the other bed. “Typical.”

“Typical?” you echoed, raising a brow. “Oh, that’s rich coming from the guy who has to turn everything into a competition.”

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the bed frame. “Right, because this is all about me. You’re the one who walked in here like it’s some sort of battleground. But sure, pull the victim card if it makes you feel better.”

“Victim?!” You could practically feel your blood pressure spike. “God, Dominic. You are actually unbelievable!”

“Glad to see I’m still under your skin,” he said with that infuriating smirk, his tone dripping with smugness. He leaned a little closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I’ll try not to keep you up too much tonight. You know, since you seem so... affected by my presence.”

You laughed, mirthless. “You really think that highly of yourself, huh? I can’t wait to be so far on the other side of the room I forget you’re even here.”

“Oh, please,” he shot back, feigning hurt. “You’d be bored to death without me around. Admit it. You’re secretly thrilled to have me as your little roommate.”

“In your dreams, Dominic.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Funny, because I’m betting I’ll be in yours tonight.”

The weekend had barely started, and you already felt on edge, like you were navigating a minefield.

“Whatever,” You say, unpacking your things.

“Just saying, you know the clichè, right?” Dominic asks, plopping down on his bed.

You shake your head, “What are you even talking about?”

“The clichè— Where the two enemies forced to be together? By the end of it, they’re in love.”

You almost burst out laughing, “You’re delusional, Dom.”

“Everyone knows that’s how this works!”

You nodded your head, “Yeah, it works in books and movies. Not real life, which you seem to not live in, anyways.”

Dominic seemed determined to make this the most unbearable three days of your life, and the worst part was, you couldn’t shake the thrill of it.

—

The first night passed in silence, both of you avoiding eye contact as you got ready for bed.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N. Try not to wake up flustered.”

“Shut up.”

The room was so small that every little movement was noticed, every breath too loud.

You lay on your side, facing the wall, determined to ignore the fact that Dominic was just a few feet away. But in the silence, you could practically feel his presence, that maddening, familiar energy filling the room.

In the morning, things didn’t get any better. You were both tired, and it only took a sideways glance from him to set you off.

“Dominic,” you said, voice laced with warning as you passed him in the kitchen.

“What? I haven’t even said anything,” he replied, but his eyes gleamed with amusement.

“You don’t have to,” you shot back. “Your whole existence is enough to irritate me.”

“Good to know,” he replied, arching a brow, his voice low. “Seems like I’ve made an impact on you.”

The tension was getting thicker, and your friends couldn’t help but notice. They threw each other subtle, knowing looks as if they were all in on some inside joke.

—

By the second night, the snowstorm had hit hard, trapping everyone indoors with no signal and no escape.

You’d never been the kind of person who got easily bored, but being trapped with Dominic had a way of testing your patience.

Somehow, you’d all ended up playing a game of “truth or dare” — though, with Dominic around, it became less of a game and more of an excuse for him to test your limits.

“Truth,” you said, hoping for a harmless question from one of your friends.

But Dominic jumped in, his smirk unmistakable. “What’s one thing you actually like about me?”

You stared at him, momentarily thrown. “No, I’m not answering anything from you.”

Dominic scoffed, “Oh, c’mon, Y/N! That’s not fair, you asked, I answered.”

“No.”

“Yes,” He smirks, “Don’t be like this.”

You rolled your eyes, “Dominic, that’s not even a real question.”

“Oh, yes it is,” he replied, his gaze fixed on you. “And I’m genuinely curious. One good thing, that’s all I ask.”

Your friends laughed, but Dominic’s expression was all challenge. He knew you’d never say anything remotely kind about him — and you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

After a moment of silence, you sighed, rolling your eyes. “Fine. I guess you’re… persistent.”

“Persistent?” he echoed, brow raised. “That’s it?”

“That’s all you’re getting,” you replied, shifting uncomfortably under his intense gaze.

The boy groaned, obviously irritated at your answer, “Persistent. Right. That’s just code for ‘annoying,’ isn’t it?”

“Not everything’s about you,” you replied, tone sharp, though the heat from his gaze was already crawling under your skin. “Maybe it’s a compliment. Who knows?”

He chuckled, a low, grating sound. “You? Compliment me? Hell would freeze over before that.”

“Oh, trust me,” you shot back, “I’m regretting saying anything already.”

The game went on, but the room was thick with tension, a charged undercurrent that was impossible to ignore.

Every time Dominic looked your way, you felt it — like a daring challenge, a spark, something that neither of you were willing to acknowledge out loud.

The night dragged on with endless rounds of “truth or dare,” and each turn with Dominic somehow turned up the heat.

He was relentless, always choosing you to ask his questions, each one more infuriating than the last.

“Truth or dare?” he asked for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice smooth as silk, his gaze locked onto yours.

“Truth,” you answered, wary of whatever he’d throw at you next.

“What’s the worst thing about me?” he asked, the corners of his mouth lifting just slightly.

You scoffed, pretending to think. “Where the hell do I start?”

His eyes glinted, a mix of amusement and something darker, something that made your pulse race. “Try me. Hurt my feelings. Make me cry.”

“I’m not gonna make you cry,” You say, watching your friends get really good at being a laugh track.

“So there’s nothing bad about me then, huh? You seem to be avoiding this one.”

“You’re the most egotistical person I have ever met, you never take anything seriously, and you act like everyone’s here for your entertainment.”

Dominic nods his head, “Yeah, sounds about right.” He smirks right at you, “You know me so well…”

Something in you fueled you to keep going. Like this was the weight of his presence being lifted from your shoulders—

“You literally make me nauseous every time you enter the room, because I know we’re just gonna fucking argue. And it’s funny, because at one point— I never wanted to be without you! In fact, I hated every second we were apart!”

The room went silent, as all of your guys’ friends looked around at each other.

You sigh, “Now, it’s impossible for me to even breathe the same air as you. There. Happy?”

For a moment, you thought perhaps that was too much. Too harsh. That it could genuinely upset him.

But instead of being offended, he just grinned wider, leaning in closer. “You really think about me that much, huh? How romantic, Y/N, truly. I’m flattered!”

Your friends let out a collective “ooh,” but all you could focus on was Dominic’s gaze, so intense it was like the rest of the room had disappeared.

“Please,” you muttered, refusing to look away. “As if I’d waste time on that.”

“Waste time on me? Funny, you look pretty worked up for someone who doesn’t care,” he said, leaning back with a smug, self-satisfied look. “Or is this just some dramatic little act of yours?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “Oh, I forgot, Mr. Ego here thinks he’s some great mystery worth unraveling.”

��Ouch. Here I was, thinking you’d have at least one nice thing to say about me. Or are you too proud to admit I might actually have some redeeming qualities?”

“Nice things?” You scoffed, narrowing your eyes at him. “Please, I don’t think ‘nice’ and ‘Dominic’ even belong in the same sentence.”

He chuckled, a low, dark laugh that seemed to echo in the space between you. “See, that’s what I like about you, Y/N. Always keeping it real. Just too bad it’s also what makes you insufferable.”

“Insufferable? That’s rich coming from your smug ass.” You shot back, leaning closer, feeling a mix of anger and something else, something you couldn’t quite name.

“Maybe so,” he replied, gaze darkening as he matched your stare. “But at least I’m honest about it… Can you say the same?”

Your friends let out another round of gasps and snickers, but neither of you broke eye contact.

The air was charged, as if neither of you were willing to back down first.

Then, he leaned in a fraction closer, his voice dropping so only you could hear.

“Careful, Y/N. Keep pushing like that, and who knows what you might find out.”

The challenge was there, thick and unspoken, and every nerve in your body seemed to hum with it.

“Trust me, Dom, I don’t need to know anything more than what I already do. And I’m not pushing. I’m pulling away as fast as I can.”

“Oh, really?” His voice was almost a murmur now, but it was edged with something hot and dangerous. “Could’ve fooled me.”

With that, he shot you one last infuriating smirk, leaning back like he hadn’t just raised the stakes, leaving you feeling like the whole room had started spinning.

—

Later that night, after everyone had drifted off to bed, you found yourself in the kitchen, unable to sleep. The quiet felt like a relief — until you heard footsteps, and Dominic appeared in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, leaning against the counter.

You shrugged, pouring yourself a glass of water. “Not with you in the same room.”

He chuckled, but there was an edge to it. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing. I’m sorry, was I making you nauseous?”

“No, I just— I don’t know. I just can’t sleep.”

“Was my ego taking up too much space?” He asked, and it was then you realized. He was bringing up the answers you gave in the stupid game.

Was he actually upset?

Did you actually say things to hurt him?

“Dominic, what are you saying right now?”

For a moment, there was silence, a tension thick enough to cut. Then he surprised you by saying, “You know, that game got me thinking. You’re right, it wasn’t always like this between us.”

You frowned, caught off guard. “Yeah, I’m aware. What’s that supposed to mean?”

He looked down, his expression softening. “I don’t know. Back in high school, I actually thought… Well, I thought we could be something.”

You blinked, too stunned to respond immediately. He’d never been this honest, never even hinted at any real feelings. “What happened to that, then?”

He hesitated, looking out the window. “I don’t know. Things just changed. I was trying to figure myself out, the music was taking off… I guess I thought it’d be easier if I pushed you away.”

“That’s your excuse? Really, Dom?” you asked, anger bubbling up. “You just… gave up? And for what? To become this arrogant, self-absorbed version of yourself?”

“Maybe,” he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper. “But, maybe I just didn’t want to get hurt.”

“Did I actually hurt your feelings or something? What’s with you tonight?” You chuckled, wanting to believe that he wasn’t just doing all of this to make him forget about what could have been.

Dominic shrugged, “I mean, I definitely wasn’t expecting the answer you gave me. I don’t know, whatever,” He sighed, “Just forget it. Goodnight.”

He turned around to walk back to the room.

“Dominic—“ You start as he cut you off immediately, “You know what? Just sleep on the couch at this point, if it’s really that big of a deal to sleep in the same room as me.”

“Dom…” You said, with a tone that surprised you. A disappointed tone. Like you were upset… that Dominic seemed upset.

The small admission lingered in the kitchen, raw and vulnerable. And suddenly you realized, for the first time in years, you saw him differently — not as the arrogant musician who’d become a stranger, but as the boy you’d once known, the friend you’d once cared about.

—

The next morning, as everyone packed up their gear to go sledding, you found yourself walking beside Dominic, who seemed uncharacteristically quiet.

The snowstorm had died down, leaving the trees dusted with powder, the air crisp and fresh.

The group had decided on a steep hill for sledding, which quickly proved to be a mistake. One by one, your friends wiped out in spectacular fashion, laughing as they tumbled down the hill.

When it was your turn, Dominic joined you, grabbing a sled and flashing you a grin. “Scared?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Of sledding? Not a chance.”

With a push, the two of you shot down the hill, the sled picking up speed as it zipped over bumps and divots.

For a moment, you felt exhilarated, laughing as the cold wind whipped through your hair. But then the sled veered off course, heading straight for a small tree.

Without thinking, Dominic threw his arm around you, pulling you close as the sled came to a sudden halt. You landed in a heap in the snow, Dominic’s arms still around you, his face inches from yours.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

The world seemed to go silent, the only sound your heavy breathing as you stared at each other. You felt your heart racing, but whether from the thrill of the sledding or the intensity of his gaze, you couldn’t say.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded, barely trusting yourself to speak.

His face was so close, his eyes searching yours as if he were seeing you for the first time. And in that moment, something shifted — a spark, a connection you’d spent years ignoring.

But before you could make sense of it, he pulled back, clearing his throat as he helped you to your feet. “Guess I saved your life, huh?”

You scoffed, brushing snow off your coat. “Oh, please. Don’t flatter yourself.”

But as you walked back up the hill, your heart was still pounding, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that, for the first time in years, things between you and Dominic were starting to change.

—

That night, back at the cabin, the tension between you and Dominic was impossible to ignore. You could feel his gaze on you as you sat by the fire, laughing with your friends, but every time you looked his way, he seemed to look away.

Eventually, as the night wore on, you found yourself alone with him again, this time on the back deck, watching the snow fall in silence.

“Do you actually hate me that much?” he asked, his voice low, almost challenging.

You blinked, taken off guard. “Why does it matter, Dom? Didn’t we already talk about this?”

He shrugged, looking away. “Maybe I’m curious. Maybe I just can’t figure out why you’re the only one who doesn’t seem to think I’m worth the time.”

“That’s on you, Dom,” you replied, your voice sharper than you’d intended. “You’re the one who changed.”

“And you’re the one who never gave me a chance to explain,” he shot back, stepping closer.

You crossed your arms, feeling a strange ache at his words. “Explain what? That you pushed me away on purpose? Do you even know how selfish that is?”

He paused, a flicker of something vulnerable crossing his face. “You never gave me a chance to explain why I pushed you away. Why I… why things are like this between us.”

You stayed silent, heart pounding, daring him to go on. The unspoken tension, years of bitterness and misunderstandings, hung thick between you.

“Look,” he finally said, his voice softening. “I didn’t know how to handle it, alright? I didn’t know how to… deal with you, with us. I thought if I pushed you away, maybe it’d be easier. But it wasn’t.”

“What does that even mean? Deal with what?” The words escaped before you could stop them, heavy with every feeling you’d tried so hard to bury.

He took a shaky breath, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that left you breathless. “Deal with the fact… that I’ve been in love with you since I was seventeen.”

The confession hit you like a punch to the gut, leaving you stunned, the silence between you loud and unbearable.

“Are you kidding me?” you whispered, fighting the sudden wave of anger and something else, something that felt too much like hope.

“No,” he replied, his voice steady, eyes never leaving yours. “I’m not kidding. And I’ve been an idiot about it. I thought… I thought if I kept my distance, I’d get over it. But it just made everything worse.”

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. The boy who’d tormented you, infuriated you, had somehow harbored feelings you’d never known.

His gaze flickered down, his jaw tense as he struggled to find the words. “I thought it would be easier to let you go,” he admitted, his voice low. “Back then, everything was changing, and I was… scared. I was getting all this attention from my music, people wanting things from me, expecting me to be someone I didn’t even understand. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn’t want you to get dragged into that.”

You stared at him, disbelieving. “So instead of letting me be there for you, you pushed me away?”

He nodded, looking away as if the sight of your hurt expression was too much to bear. “I thought I could handle it on my own. But all it did was make me miss you… more than I ever thought I would.”

A silence stretched between you, raw and heavy.

He looked at you with a vulnerability you hadn’t seen in years, and for the first time, you saw the Dominic you used to know, the one you’d once cared about so deeply it hurt.

“Do you have any idea what that was like for me?” Your voice was barely a whisper. “One day, you’re there, the next, you’re gone. You were my best friend, Dom. My rock, my person,” You say, feeling yourself on the verge of tears, “You didn’t even give me a chance to understand that you weren’t there anymore. And now… you just expect me to forget that?”

His hand reached out, almost reflexively, to touch yours, and though you wanted to pull away, you couldn’t.

“I don’t expect you to forget, Y/N. What I did, I can’t even forgive myself for it. I just… I want to try and make things right. I’m tired of pretending like I hate you.”

You looked down at his hand, fingers brushing against yours, and felt the anger slipping, replaced by something else. “But, you hurt me, Dom,” you admitted, voice barely holding steady. “You hurt me in a way I didn’t think you could.”

The air between you grew thick, heavy with words unsaid and emotions neither of you knew how to voice.

He looked at you with an intensity that made your heart pound, and without thinking, you leaned into him, letting his warmth chase away the bitter chill of the night.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “I know that will never be enough, but I am. I never meant to hurt you. I just… didn’t know how to deal with it — with you.”

“Deal with what, Dom? You keep saying that,” you repeated again, your voice softer now, searching his eyes. “What was it about me that you had to ‘deal with,’ Dominic? That you liked me? I’m just… I’m so confused, right now.”

He hesitated, his hand squeezing yours as he took a shaky breath. “That I wanted you, so badly,” he said finally, voice raw.

“More than just a friend, more than anything I’d ever let myself admit. I was terrified of what it’d mean if I let you get too close, because I am not a good person, Y/N. I’m fucked up, rude, and selfish, and I feel like… I’ve always been that way. I’ve always been the person you think I am today. And you didn’t deserve someone like that, not even as a friend.”

“Dominic…” You said softly, “I never thought you were a bad person…”

“But, I was, Y/N! I still am,” He pleads, “Look at what I did to us. Look at how badly I fucked things up between us. This is the first time in years we’ve had an actual conversation…”

He sighed, his expression open and raw. "I’m not kidding. I’ve tried to push it down, ignore it, even tell myself that maybe it wasn’t real. But every time I look at you—every time I see you laugh, every time you look at me with that fire in your eyes, I know it’s still there."

You could hardly believe what you were hearing.

The Dominic you’d come to know, with his arrogance, his endless teasing, the constant back-and-forth—it had all masked something so vulnerable, something so sincere, that it was hard to process.

"Why now, Dominic?" you managed to ask, your voice trembling despite yourself. "After all these years, all the arguments, all the things you’ve said, the way you’ve acted—why are you telling me this now?"

He looked away, his jaw tightening. "Because I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep pretending like I hate you, like I don’t feel anything when we argue, like I don’t care. And now, I just—" He paused, his gaze meeting yours. "I want you to know the truth, even if you hate me for it."

You stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in, all the bitterness and hurt somehow transformed into something else.

Something softer, something you’d long denied.

You didn’t know how long you both stood there, the air charged with the unspoken things between you.

"Dominic," you said quietly, fighting to keep your voice steady. "Maybe… maybe we both need to let go of what’s in the past. Because honestly, I’m exhausted too."

He watched you, a hint of hope in his eyes. "Does that mean—are you saying you might actually forgive me?"

You took a deep breath, the warmth of the cabin lights casting a glow over the snow-covered ground. "I’m saying maybe it’s time we stop running in circles. I’m saying maybe… I don’t hate you as much as I let on."

For the first time in years, Dominic’s smile wasn’t a smirk or a tease. It was soft, genuine, and it made your heart race.

He stepped closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then let’s see where this goes, without the walls, without the defenses. Just us. A fresh start.”

You looked up at him, something in you finally letting go.

And as his hand brushed yours, it was like the years of tension, rivalry, and unspoken feelings melted away, leaving only the beginning of something real.

“Please,” he murmured, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m asking you to give me a chance. To let me show you that I can be better. That I can be the person you deserve.”

You wanted to stay angry, to hold onto the bitterness, but his words cracked something inside you.

He looked at you like you were the only person in the world, and he always had. Even when you guys would argue, bicker, his eyes never showed anger. His eyes never lefts yours.

And in that moment, you realized that despite everything, you still cared.

You still wanted him, still wanted to believe that there was a part of him that hadn’t changed.

His confession hung in the air, and your heart skipped a beat, pounding with emotions you weren’t sure how to process.

You could feel the weight of every missed opportunity, every moment you’d spent pushing each other away.

Before you could stop yourself, you closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that held years of pent-up frustration, hurt, and longing.

He responded instantly, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you close, deepening the kiss with an urgency that took your breath away.

For a moment, the world fell away, and all that mattered was the feel of him against you, the way his fingers tangled in your hair, the warmth of his mouth as it moved against yours, desperate and tender all at once.

It was as if every argument, every insult, had been leading up to this, the intensity of it all crashing over you like a wave.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, his eyes were on you, filled with a vulnerability that made your heart ache.

“I just… I didn’t realize how much I needed you,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours. “Until it was too late.”

You took a deep, steadying breath, feeling the weight of his words, the truth they carried. “Then maybe it doesn’t have to be too late,” you whispered back, fingers brushing against his cheek.

He looked at you, a small, tentative smile tugging at his lips. Without a word, he led you back inside, your fingers laced together as if he were afraid to let you go.

—

Back in the quiet of your shared room, he hesitated for a moment, as if unsure if you’d let him stay this close. But you tugged him closer, pulling him onto the bed beside you, feeling his warmth seep into you as you settled beside him.

Neither of you said anything, the silence filled with an unspoken understanding, a sense of peace you hadn’t felt in years. You rested your head against his shoulder.

“You still think the clichè only happens in books and movies?” Dominic asks, as you feel his hand slide around your waist, pulling you close.

You smile softly, “Shut up, idiot.”

“Mhm, you know that’s not true…”

Without thinking, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that was slow, hesitant, filled with years of unsaid words and buried feelings. His hand came up to cradle your face, his touch gentle.

It just felt so right.

When you pulled away, his eyes were soft, filled with a tenderness that made your heart ache. He pressed his forehead to yours, his thumb tracing slow circles along your jaw.

You lay back down beside him, your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek.

“Again, I’m not asking you to forgive me right now, or forget what happened,” he whispered. “But I’m asking you to give me a try.”

You nodded, a silent promise that you’d give him — give both of you — a chance to heal, to find your way back to each other.

For now, that was enough.

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theunyeti · 24 days ago

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#savewot Social Media Day #2 - Forsaken Friday

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So, for me and a number of others, the villains in Wheel of Time make the show better. The worst/best of them, the Forsaken/Chosen, are a flippin' flyin' REVELATION of villainy. Natasha O'Keeffe's Lanfear, everyone's favorite case of a woman scorned into evil, Fares Fares' Ishamael, who is surprisingly good in an evil manner, Cameron Jack's Sammael, the uber-powerful Sun Tzu-type who's all bluster as a Forsaken, but truly not a danger to anyone once Rand brings a building down on him, Nuno Lopes' Rahvin, the changeling member of the Forsaken who likes using Compulsion to get everyone to think he's just Lord Gaebril of Andor, Queen Morgase's consort, all of these people make for some great villains. But I wanna talk about my favorite Forsaken: Laia Costa's Moghedien.

.GIF Credit to @emylilas

To me, Laia's performance says, to me, that the director was just like, "Okay, Laia, so I just need you to go play as a spider trapped in the body of a human. She has no consideration for the dumbness of human cultures, nor for the humans she makes disgusted by her odd behavior or makes nauseous from absolute fear. Have fun!" and Laia did it and maybe did some of the grislier parts off the script, completely improv, because that's what her version of Moghedien would do, and the camera people just felt lucky to get some shots. It's how Moghedien is always at 9001% unhinged and inhuman every time she's on camera and how she's always looked at by the rest of the Forsaken as "the weakest link" that just makes the portrayal so good in my eyes.

So, if you'd like to see the character develop more into insanity, because I know I would, go to https://savewot.com, sign the petition, write love letters to the cast and crew, join us with making posts on social media, and link with us to doing a ton of different things to #savewot!

#linkwithus #savewot #wheel of time #moghedien #laia costa

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chrome-barkz-aac · 9 months ago

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how i go to concerts as an autistic person with speech loss episodes!

PT: how i go to concerts as an autistic person with speech loss episodes

PART ONE: before the concert

plan out everything beforehand, a couple days to a week in advance. this includes where you will park (if you drive) or who you will ride with. if you're of drinking age you also need to plan who in your group is drinking (or doing other drugs) and who is the designated driver (if you aren't taking a taxi/uber/public transport)

wear comfortable clothes that you can move around in / that won't add to your overstimulation. this includes shoes that are good for standing/walking for long periods of time

practice scripts for if you accidentally bump into someone or need to move past someone ("excuse me" "sorry" etc)

if you want to participate in a mosh pit, you may want to bring a friend to hold your AAC device or go low/no tech for the concert. mosh pits can be exciting but i definitely wouldn't bring your ipad or SGD into one! i tend to go to concerts alone so instead of my ipad i brought a boogie board to write on, which is far less breakable

concerts can be loud, so you'll need ear defenders, headphones or earplugs. i like to use silicon ear plugs bc they stay in my ears even when im bouncing around a lot!

if you are going with friends, have a pre-determined signal that lets your group know "i need a break" or "i need to leave"

make sure to charge your devices beforehand. a lot of tickets are virtual these days, so your phone becomes your ticket.

PART TWO: at the concert!

when you get to the venue, you'll likely have to go through security and show your ID and tickets. be ready for this.

when you get inside, you can find your seats (if assigned) or go to the floor (if general admission) IF CROWDS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE you should hang out in the back of general admission. this gives you more space to move around and breathe. if you don't mind getting close to people, being close to the stage can be awesome! but i definitely recommend earplugs bc its really loud near the stage

just because everyone else is doing something doesn't mean you also have to do it! if everyone else has their phone/lighter out and is waving it and you don't want to, you don't have to! this goes for many other things as well. if everyone else is drinking, or doing drugs (weed is pretty common at the concerts i go to) you don't have to! if everyone else is screaming or shouting the words, you don't have to!

just because the singer onstage tells the crowd to jump, or get down, or wave your hands or any number of other things doesn't mean you have to! you can do what you're comfortable with. after all, you're at the concert to have a good time, so you should do what makes you feel the best.

you don't have to sing along if you can't speak! you can say as much or as little as you want. instead of yelling you can clap, instead of shouting the lyrics you can hum, etc.

concerts are great to get some full body stimming in! you can rock, sway, stomp or flap your hands to the beat. you can even jump up and down! you do need to be mindful of other people though - people tend to flock close together on the floor or in the pit and if you bounce around enough, you might run into someone! that's totally ok, it happens, just apologize and move on!

if you're moving around a lot, you need to be mindful of how your body feels throughout the concert. are you overheated? are you sweating? do you need water or to sit down?

its ok to leave at any point in the concert, even in the middle of a set or a song! your well being is the most important thing and its important to pay attention to what your body needs. its not a good idea to "push through" just to see your favorite artists. seeing 50% of a concert is better than seeing 0% of a concert or seeing 80% of a concert and having to leave suddenly because you have a meltdown

ultimately, do whatever you want as long as you're not causing harm to other people or yourself

do not try to make friends with the security guards. they dont really like that. i don't totally understand why but i get the impression that it is because they are working and have to keep a close eye on the crowd, and talking to them can distract them from their job.

PART THREE: after the concert!

concerts are a huge ordeal for anyone, not just disabled folks. that being said, it definitely takes a bigger toll on you when you are disabled and need extra support to recover from overstimulating environments. be gentle with yourself after the concert and give yourself grace if you are extra tired or having a hard time with things that are usually easy for you in the hours or days after the concert

as soon as you get home, have a snack and a drink of water (or juice/electrolyte drink). singing along and jumping / dancing can make you dehydrated. even if you don't feel hungry or thirsty you should have something to eat and drink. you may be riding a high of being excited or happy to hear your favorite music and not be able to discern what your body is telling you.

get lots of rest when you get home. try to sleep in the next day if you can. your body will probably be tired.

if you're feeling tired or irritable after the concert because of the emotional exhaustion you might feel, try to put on a relaxing video or do something that regulates you.

thats all i can think of ! if ne of yall have ne other ideas for how to manage concerts as an autistic person drop them in the comments or reblogs!

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allsabers · 26 days ago

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Andor - thoughts and theories. Spoiler filled so don’t read it unless you’ve seen both Seaon 1 and 2:

What started with a new adventure and the first Lucasfilm movie of Star Wars made without the opening crawl, has become a clear masterpiece for the most obvious reasons.

Being only the second film released after the sale of LFL to Disney, this was a dynamic story that bridged a gap we didn’t know we needed. It was risky, broke the mould, and didn’t prominently feature a Jedi for the first time ever.

During production there were script issues and Tony Gilroy was brought on to finish the film with Gareth Edwards and added some major defining moments and excellent character development. It is the opinion of many, especially now, that if Tony hadn’t been brought on, it may not have become the success it is today. Even then it was a little divisive but nowhere near that of TLJ.

Keep reading for more…also trigger warning for some mature content.

This is all mandatory preamble as we lead into the topic of the Disney Plus series Andor, a true masterpiece bouquet of storytelling, writing, acting and film production. As a huge fan of Star Wars and movies since I was a child, I don’t say it lightly that Andor is absolutely the best show that has come out for Star Wars. And that’s not a diss against other amazing shows like The Mandalorian, Rebels, Clone Wars, Bad Batch, or Ahsoka, but it does stand apart from the rest.

Before we get into plot and characters and writing, what impressed me the most is how Tony led and modeled the entire creative process. And this is exactly how every show and almost every film should be done. They would write it all out, plan every single visual detail, every line, every emotion, every set, camera position, they’d storyboard the entire thing, and have it all perfect.

Then when it came time to film, Tony rarely showed up on set. He trusted the team, he gave them the autonomy, the clear direction, the process to follow to a T. There was no need for tweaking it on the set, changing how a character might say this or that, because it was already written to match the strengths of each incredible actor that was there. And that’s a huge benefit towards a drama based series…you have time to pause and that allows you to focus on the facial expressions, what are they giving away, what are they trying to hide or cover up in their face and voice; that evokes a more profound reaction by the audience. The confidence he bestowed in his team was clear in the results.

Even when there’s a small improv here or there, the cast and crew are all already dialed into the story and their characters that they bring forth some of the most memorable moments. Syril dreading life logging on his bed - so relatable! Krennic pressing and holding the “hard reset” button of uber disrespect on top of Dedra’s head, brilliant - improvised - went with the feeling! Perfection!

Now onto the story. We’ll be speaking about both season 1 and 2 but another thing that is incredible about Andor is how the second season somehow topped the first season - at least that’s how it appeared for me and many others.

Being a major science fiction nerd and a saber enthusiast, for a show to barely speak about sabers, Jedi or Kyber crystals, this is my favourite show to ever be released in all of Star Wars and in general. I think Andor is the best tv show I’ve ever seen.

I have no notes for improvement at all. Now this is not going to be an episode by episode breakdown, but instead based on theme or topic.

The first topic I wanted to address is probably the most sensitive, so this is a trigger warning for you to skip ahead by one paragraph.

Gilroy wanted to make a clear statement on a very real thing that plagues this planet and has been a common part of wars and conflict for centuries. The scene of an attempted sexual assault, without graphic sexuality was artfully demonstrated and tactfully portrayed by the actress and actor involved. While certainly upsetting and triggering for those of us who already deal with this kind of trauma, it was finally spoken about for those who may be ignorant, naive, unaware or just apathetic towards this topic. It was entirely cathartic and well deserved for the one committing the crime to pay for it with his life in a painful way. This scene of course had never been demonstrated in such a clear way, despite obvious clues of this kind of grotesque behavior in a PG-rated way was portrayed over 40 years ago in Return of the Jedi. For the so-called fans who claim the Empire (the worst of the worst) wouldn’t condone sexual assault, obviously don’t want an evil tyrannical organization who exists to be defeated and hated in fiction, to be possibly responsible for such horrible acts. I guess they think the Empire might’ve just drawn the line at unaliving children? The fact is, this kind of thing happens all the time, mostly to women, and it’s not okay. This shines a light on the topic and paints a clear picture of how we should view such scum and that they’re not welcome in the fandom or in our world. It’s a powerful statement and was done properly, despite the unfortunate necessary statement it needs to make especially based on how serious the topic is.

Next topic for another time, Dedra Meero and Syril Karn. A conscience ignored, and an insatiable drive for justice.

#andor #starwars #andor spoilers #star wars #tony gilroy #lucasfilm #disney #star wars fandom

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dyinglikenarcissus · 9 months ago

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Chapter 2. A New Normal

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Warning: 18+ only. More kidnapping, that’s about it.

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You step into your home after spending far too long on the east coast. Your cat has been throwing a fit in his carrier ever since you pulled into your condo’s garage. Home sweet home. Safe and sound.

Away from him.

He wouldn’t follow you all the way to California. Right? He’s all talk. It was just a weird experience. Shortly after his strange proposal, he put you in a car and sent you back to your hotel. No phone, no camera, no Apple Watch. All of the tech that was on you was gone. It was just an elaborate robbery. But he left your wallet, your cash, and credit cards.

Just a strange, elaborate robbery.

But you’ll never see that guy again…

You unpack and open your computer to sync up your old phone data. You picked up a new one the same day and filed a stolen phone report with Verizon. They would take a week to do the replacement process but you needed a phone so you just bared the price.

Time to price out new cameras. Maybe you’ll get a smart ring instead of a watch. You kind of hated the clunky tech anyway.

You start to think up a script for the situation to put it on TikTok but you quickly think better of it. Best to just pretend it didn’t happen, probably.

You never met Steve. Bucky didn’t drug you. Sam didn’t apologize for the situation after dropping you off from the back of a luxury vehicle, acting like the good cop in the situation.

None of it happened.

You quickly get back to your life and almost forget about the situation.

Two weeks later, you get invited to a creator convention downtown and you jump at the chance to get out of the house. Your content has gotten a little stale since the incident. You didn’t really want to jump on anymore band wagons for a while.

You honestly don’t even want to leave the house…

You filmed a get ready with me. Put on a skimpy little burgundy dress you got while you were in New York.

You’re deciding if you want to deal with parking or deal with Uber when there’s a knock at your door.

You weren’t expecting anyone. None of your friends were going to the event so you were going solo. Everyone knew better than to just show up at your house unannounced…

You go to the door and attempt to reach the peep hole you’ve never been able to reach but you always try. And of course you still can’t reach it. So you open the door.

“Shit,” you whisper and quickly slam it shut locking it behind you.

How’d he find you? What’s he doing here? What the fuck!

“You aren’t even going to say hi to your fiancé?” He calls through the door. You can hear the smile in his voice. Your heart is pounding so hard you’re scared it might leap right out of your chest.

You hear rattling in the door knob and the door opens. What the fuck…

“I had Sammy copy your keys. I hope you don’t mind,” Steve sighs as he steps into your condo. “No shoes? Shoes? Do you care?”

“No shoes…” you whisper taking a step back as the giant man takes up space in your house.

He bends down and unties his dress shoes. He’s dressed in a burgundy blazer with black slacks today. You notice the shade matches the dress you’re wearing a little too well.

“What are you doing here?” You breathe.

“We have a date,” he sighs as he stands back up to step out of his shoes. You can’t help but notice the fresh Louboutin logo on the inside of them.

For someone so terrifying, he looks so good.

“Brought you a gift.” He hands you a black gift bag. You just glance at the bag before staring back up at him. “It’s not a bomb. I already said I’m not going to kill you,” he chuckles.

You take a tentative step forward and take the bag gingerly.

“You never said why you’re here,” you whisper.

“I did. It’s for our date. You’re just too terrified to think straight. Settle down. You’re like a scared rabbit. What happened to that confident girl filming her mob life on my dock?” He smirks and takes a step further into your home. “It’s cute. Very you in here. Where’s your cat?”

“I’m going to a Lancôme event. I don’t have time for this,” you whisper.

“The one at the Roosevelt? The one I made up?” He chuckles softly. “You are so predictable.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” you breathe.

“I’ve had your phone for a month. I know everything about you.”

He steps into your living room and sits on the chair like he belongs there, legs spread, taking up all the room he needs and making you feel so small in comparison. “Come on. Sit.” He commands and pats the arm rest of the chair. You edge your way into your own living room and perch on the edge of you couch as far away from him as possible. “You’re acting like you don’t know me,” Steve laughs.

“I don’t know you!” You shout before sucking in a breath at your own outburst.

“That’s why we’re going on a date. To get to know each other. Open your gift.”

You glance away from him long enough to place the bag on the floor at your feet. You take a deep breath before finally looking in the bag. There at the top is your phone, the one he took. You pull it out and examine it. It’s intact. It unlocks with your passcode and welcomes your with a picture of your celebrity crush Loki Laufeyson. Everything was the same…

“I added a couple of new contacts. If you need anything, call me, Bucky, or Sam. If I can’t get here to help, I have a guy in the Bay Area. His name’s Scott. I put his number in there too.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my girl now and I take care of my things. There’s more in there.”

You place the phone at your side before looking back into the box. A brand new DSLR camera in the box. “Oh!” You squeak.

“You like that?” He smirks. “I couldn’t give you back your old one. I hope this makes up for that.”

“I mean, I had a bunch of New York b-roll on that camera.”

“We’ll get some new b-roll,” he quickly interjects. “We have to make this relationship look real. Like we met organically. We’ll take some trips to New York. You’ll see all the shit they don’t show the tourist.”

You open the box to inspect the new camera, turning it on. It already has a charge and everything.

“You happy? Does this make up for the old one?”

You look back up at him. “Happy? I want you to leave me alone. I want you out of my life.”

He levels a sharp look at you that makes you cringe back. “That’s not going to happen, sweetheart. I’m sorry we met this way but this is how the cards are gonna fall.” You can only gulp at the seriousness of his statement and the look on his face that makes you truly worry for your safety.

But he said he wouldn’t kill you…

“Since that’s settled, we have a reservation to make. You ready? Freshened up? Fed the cat?”

You take a sharp inhale. “Where are we going?”

“Jet’s all fueled up. We’re doing dinner in San Francisco so bring the camera.”

“San Francisco? I can’t go there! What about Jethro?”

“It’s a 30 minute flight. You’ll be back before midnight. Unless you enjoy your time with me so much you wanna stay,” he smirks making you frown.

“Just give me a second,” you whisper. You go to the kitchen to fill your cat’s food bowl and change out his water before stepping into the bathroom.

You furiously start to text your best friend that there’s a kidnapper in your house and he’s trying to kill you and to send the police but the second you press send the phone shuts off.

“What the fuck,” you breathe. It had a full battery…

“You see a blond and you think I’m a fucking idiot?” Steve calls into the bathroom. “I know you have a new phone. Sam already hacked it. Now use the bathroom and let’s go!”

You don’t even have to pee…

You step out of the bathroom dejectedly and run into Steve’s broad chest.

“I know this isn’t the best situation. I’m really trying here. Don’t-please don’t fight me. It’ll be easier if you just cooperate.” He voice softens in a way you’ve yet to hear and it does calm you. Slightly.

“Okay. Okay. My shoes are by the door.” He walks back over to the door and pats the bench you keep by it to drop off groceries and things. You sit obediently and he slips your shoes on for you before working on his own. You grab your purse and call goodbye to your cat who’s horrified of strangers so you don’t even bother to look for him.

You step right into Steve’s awaiting arm.

He’s the perfect gentleman as he lets you walk into the elevator first then holds open the door to his Rolls Royce.

“Do you want to pick the music?”

“No,” you answer quickly.

He sighs and presses a button the console and some old time band music starts to play. The perfect backdrop to how he’s going to tie cinder blocks to your ankles and toss you into the ocean.

He’s quiet as he drives to John Wayne. You can’t help but hazard a glance at him. He is extremely handsome. Chiseled jaw and cheek bones, gorgeous blue eyes…maybe a little green in the right light.

He smirks as you watch him. “I can see you staring.”

“Sorry,” you whisper and whip your gaze to the window.

“Don’t be.”

“So, what is it that you do exactly?”

“Imports. Exports.”

“…humans?”

“God, no. Mostly weapons and drugs.”

“Oh.”

“Almost as bad as humans in the long run. People’s lives are ruined either way.”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“You won’t have to get involved in any of that,” he assures you.

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” you joke humorlessly.

He smiles at the statement. The silence becomes palatable after that as you glance at your old phone. You tucked the new one into your purse too but it’s yet to turn back on.

Everything from New York was gone. Even your plane tickets and Google Maps history. A whole week erased.

“Can I ask you something?”

Steve hums an affirmative.

“What happened on the dock?”

He smirks humorlessly and glances at you for a second before looking back at the road. “You don’t need to know.”

“But you’re, like, ruining my life for whatever that was! You can’t tell me?”

“I don’t want you to know anything more than what you need to know. It makes it easier in the long run.”

You grumble softly and repeat his words mockingly. He doesn’t respond.

The flight is quick just like he promised. A driver picks you up at the runway. This late at night and on the weekend, there’s very little traffic as the car makes its way through the city to ocean front.

You’re surprised when the familiar landscape becomes too familiar.

“What are we doing in Sausalito?”

“You’re familiar with the area?” Steve asks, not even glancing up from his phone.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

The world around you turns into the world you grew up in. You take a sharp intake of breath as you start to understand where you’re going. Maybe it’s been long enough. Maybe you can handle it.

The car stops in front of a very familiar restaurant. You wouldn’t be surprised if the hostess still remembers you.

It was only three years ago.

It was thankfully a different host and none of the servers looked familiar. You were directed through the kitchen, to a back room. It looked like it was set up for just the two of you.

“What do you think?” Steve asks as he pulls out your chair.

You just nod and sit. Your eyes are fixed on the menu. You can’t even enjoy the scenery.

You can’t do this.

Steve crouches down next to you. “Hey. You alright?” He asks. “You’re pescatarian, right? This is one of the best seafood places in the state.”

“It’s delicious. I’ve been here l-lots of times.” You voice cracks at the end of your statement and Steve is instantly on fix it mode.

“Alright, come on. We’re leaving.” He pulls out your chair and grips your forearm, tugging you back out the door.

He gets you back in the car and instructs the driver to drive around.

“Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“That was my mom’s favorite restaurant. We went all the time. I haven’t been back since-“

“Shit,” Steve sighs. “I’m so sorry.”

“I guess you don’t know everything about me,” you whisper.

“Alright, you grew up here?” You nod. “Where someplace without memories?”

You think for a moment before pulling out your phone and giving the driver the address.

The silence is thick and uncomfortable now while you ride to the other side of the city. The world becomes more industrial as you enter Oakland. More urban. As you ride to a restaurant you’ve never actually been to but you’ve eaten the food plenty of times. You family loved this place but you alway opted for take out due to the nature of it.

“Barbecue?” Steve asks as the car stops in front of the restaurant. You nod and glance at him for approval. “You’re all dolled up in your pretty dress. You might get it dirty.”

“It’s the only place I can think of,” you laugh humorlessly. “And the dress is red. The sauce will blend right in.”

“Whatever you want,” Steve sighs. The driver steps out of the car and lets both of you out before disappearing into the restaurant.

“Both of my parents died when I was a kid,” Steve sighs, leaning against the side of the car. “I-I know how it feels. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry to you, too.” You give him a half hearted smile.

“Just a couple of orphans,” he jokes just as the driver comes back.

“Cap, they can’t do a private room. They said they’re too busy.”

Steve lifts his brow at the man. “Does he know who I am?”

“This is Stark territory,” the man shrugs. Steve makes a sharp intake and pushes himself off the car to go inside the restaurant.

“Hold on,” you stop him, pressing a hand to his chest. “Let’s just eat at a regular table. It’s fine.” You direct your gaze to the driver. “Can you just put our name on the list? We’ll wait.”

Steve just shrugs and takes his place back against the car. The driver comes back advising they have a table for you and he goes to park somewhere.

Steve presses a hand to your lower back, leading you into the restaurant. You’re seated at a table near a window in a relatively quiet corner.

“See? This isn’t so bad?”

“I guess not,” Steve sighs and pulls out your chair once again. A waitress comes around relatively quickly with menus and water.

“Is it your first time here?”

“It’s his first time,” you gesture to Steve. “It’s my first time in an extremely long time.”

“Well, the menu didn’t change much. Our ribs are a best seller of course. And the links are a little spicy,” she warns. “Special occasion?” She asks seeing our outfits.

“It’s our first date,” you smile.

“Cute! I hope you both enjoy it!” She leaves you for a moment to look over the menu.

You attempt to stifle a laugh while you watch Steve across the table. “What?” He asks, glancing up.

“It’s just funny that she warned you about the spice level.”

He cracks a smile at that. “She probably saw that I needed one from a mile away so I appreciate it.”

“Big, bad Steve can’t handle a little heat?”

“I know my limits,” he grins. You giggle at him and look over the cocktail list already knowing what you want. “I thought you were pescatarian?”

“I’ll still eat chicken occasionally.”

“Good to know,” he mutters.

You lean forward on the table. “You know, its not really fair you got this head start on me when I don’t know anything about you.”

“Then ask.”

“I-I don’t know what to ask. I’m not really the dating type,” you admit.

“You don’t date?”

“I haven’t dated anyone in an extremely long time. Like years.”

“Are you straight?”

“You couldn’t get that from my phone?”

“I have a pretty good guess,” Steve counters, placing his menu on the table to focus on you. “You have a crush on Loki Laufeyson for some reason, you have this ancient photo album full of men, but your porn history…” he trails and your face heats instantly.

“Fine, I’m bi,” you admit before he can read you to further filth.

“Was that so hard? What are you getting?”

You frown slightly at losing his little game. “Just the chicken.”

“What sides?”

“I think green beans and potato salad. What about you?”

“I’m thinking the ribs and brisket with corn and potato salad. You think the dessert’s good here?”

You just nod. It’s good. You don’t need to give him an explanation. The waitress comes back and takes your orders. Steve surprises you and orders for you. He adds on a whiskey lemonade and you request a spiked kool aid.

“Did you spend your whole life in Sausalito?”

“Yeah, until my mom died. I just couldn’t stay. That’s when I moved to LA.”

“Is your family here, too?”

“Yeah, well, in Norcal. They’re sprinkled around all over the place. What about you?”

“Sam and Buck are all I have left,” Steve sighs. “I lost everyone so I made a new family.” You nod. That must be hard, too.

“Can you tell me about yourself?” You request after the waitress drops off your drinks.

“I’ve known Bucky since I was a kid. We joined the army together. We met Sam at the base in Sokovia. We’ve been tight ever since. Bucky lost his arm and got discharged. Sam and I learned too much about our government and we went rouge, I guess. Been running ever since.”

“So you went from being in the American army to…” you trail, not knowing how much you can say in public.

“Pretty much.”

“That’s a complete turn around.”

“Haven’t looked back,” he sighs and sips his drink. “How is it?” You nod sipping your own cocktail. It was really good actually.

“How yours?”

“Good.”

He sighs and tugs his phone from his pocket. He types a few lines of text before handing it to you. It’s on the face ID screen.

“The password is 1918.”

“Is that the year you were born?”

“Oh, she’s got jokes,” he smirks. “It’s just a number. Take it. I’ll get it back on our next date.”

You take the phone tentatively. “Are you sure? Don’t you need it for…stuff?”

“I’ve got a work phone for that. But that one has all the personal stuff. So we can be on the same level.”

You go though the face ID process and the home screen lights up for you. The background is a landscape of New York, the icons are all sorted in designated boxes so unlike your own phone where apps are spread out and you have to hunt for the ones you rarely use.

“Where’s the next date going to be? My grandma’s grave?” You smirk.

“I didn’t know!” Steve argues with a smile.

“But I thought you knew everything about me! Are you a liar now?”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“Maybe if you weren’t forcing me to marry you, you might learn it on an actual date.”

Steve sighs as you suck all of the fun out of the situation. “I’m not apologizing for this anymore.”

“I’m not accepting any apologies.”

“Can we just enjoy our date?”

You hum softly and stir your drink. “The worst part is if it weren’t for all of this, I might actually like you.”

Steve drops you off at home a little after midnight. He walks you up to your door and presses a kiss to your forehead before bidding you goodnight.

The date didn’t get much better after your outburst. Steve sort of clammed up on you so you disengaged too. This was no way to start a relationship. Even a fake one…

You sigh and step back into your home. You just want to get out of this dress.

You strip and shower and lie in bed before remembering the new phone in your purse. Your cat joins you just as you fish it out.

Steve’s pictures are surprisingly normal. He’s got a lot of tattoos under those dress shirts. You see them peaking out under tanks and littering his chest in topless shots. You hum softly. You’ve never thought of being with someone with that many tattoos but you didn’t know what to expect from a hardened criminal. Photos of him and Bucky and Sam. Some other people come and go. There’s a red head that’s pops up pretty often among them. She’s gorgeous.

You keep scrolling past trips and scenic landscapes until you notice another common woman. This one’s photos are more intimate. Sleeping, cuddling with him, oh shit!

Was she sucking his…?

You squeak and toss the phone away startling your cat.

“Why would he want me to see that?” You whisper. Unless…

You pull the phone back toward you and try to ignore the video to look at the date. It was over five years old.

You can’t help but glance back at the image. Fuck, he’s thick.

You scroll away quickly. There’s more pornographic images sprinkled into his life. Photos of rings, a wedding, a church. All with her.

You go back further and watch their relationship. A small one bedroom apartment, a dog, parks, beaches, sunsets. He loved her, whoever she was…

You scroll back up to when you first noticed her image until they stopped. Maybe they broke up. You yawn and place the phone on your bedside table.

You’ll look through it more tomorrow.

After a week of normal life, Steve texts you to pack a weekend bag.

You ask where he’s taking you and he actually tells you. Probably to avoid another date like the last one.

Tokyo

What about Jethro? There’s no way you’ll be able to get your sitter on this short of notice.

You and that fucking cat. Bring him

You don’t question the man’s sanity, you just start to pack up your cat’s food.

Three days later you’re flying first class with your kitten to Japan.

This was insane.

You meet Steve at the airport in a private car and he greets you with a smile and asks about your week.

“Fine,” you answer tersely and place Jethro between the two of you in the car.

“Sam noticed your social media presence has dipped. Care to explain?”

Well, that was abrupt…

“Um, I just haven’t felt like leaving the house…”

“Are you scared I’ll jump out of the bushes or something?” Steve laughs as the car pulls off.

“No!” You answer quickly but that was a lie. “Kinda.”

“No one’s going to bother you. Get back to your regular life. I don’t want anything to seem suspicious.”

“That’s kinda hard,” you mutter.

“What was that?” You can tell he hates your backtalk but he’s trying to be civil.

You clear your throat and gather your thoughts. “It’s kinda hard to act like everything is normal when it isn’t.”

He sighs and crosses one of his long legs over the other.

“Have you told your friends about me?”

“No,” you snort. How were you supposed to brooch that. This hot guy kidnapped me and now we’re ’dating’.

“Tell them about me so it’s not out of left field for them to get a wedding invitation,” he sighs.

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Let’s make up a meet cute,” he suggests. “Coffee shop?” You shrug. “Bar?”

“I don’t go to bars.”

“Fine. You tell me how we met.” Irritation swirls in his voice and you kind of want to continue to poke the bear…

You think for a moment trying to make up a scenario that might irritate him just enough. “I was filming along the water front in New York and bumped into you and my phone fell in the water before I could save anything. You jumped in to get it but it was, like, gone. We both felt so bad because you felt responsible and you were all wet with murky, dirty water. You offered to get me a new one but you were dripping wet so we went back to your place so you could change then we went to the Apple Store. I left and came back home but you went to the store a couple of days later and bought a local catfish-“

“I see where this is going,” Steve shakes his head. “That’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Just ridiculous enough,” you insist with a smile. “We can film some b-roll and make it a get ready with me. Make it happen.”

He lets out a defeated sigh while watching you intently with a lifted brow. “You’re serious?” You nod “Are you asking me to be in a movie, little movie star?”

“I mean, we have to make this legit.”

“Alright, we’ll do it when we get back to the States.” You smile up at him before he goes back to the tablet on his lap for the rest of the ride.

His lack of reaction disappoints you but he seems to really be trying to get along with you. You have a whole long weekend with him…You can break him in four days.

You film some of the city scape, since he wants to be part of your life apparently before he drops you off at the hotel.

“You’re in room 2001. My room is 2002, right across the hall.” Steve hands you a key card. “I’ll pick you up for dinner at 7, get some rest in the meantime. Then we can talk about what to do for the rest of the weekend.” You nod and take the card. “I have to handle some business but call if you need anything.” A door man opens the door and works on your luggage while you handle Jethro.

The hotel is gorgeous. One of those hotels you film in the lobby of to make it look like you’re staying there but you could never afford it, couldn’t even fake it. The 20th floor is the top of the hotel. There’s only one other room up this high and it’s Steve’s. You look around in awe. The room is gorgeous. It’s huge. And it looks like a house! You step into a living room, there’s a wet bar with a mini fridge and a balcony looking out over the city that is calling you but you have to get Jethro settled first. You notice a litter box in the coroner and a pet bed full of toys, treats, and cat food. Steve really thought of you. You release Jethro from his carrier and he takes a few tentative steps around the room before letting out a questioning meow.

“I’m right here,” you reassure him. It’s not his first time in a hotel but it’s his first time flying to the other side of the world. You film him exploring his new environment before taking him out to the balcony.

“We’re in Tokyo!” You announce to the camera with your cat in tow. You let him explore the balcony while the bell hop brings up your luggage. You do a little editing and finally let out a sigh.

“You wanna help me unpack, little man?” He chirps up at you and you take him back inside. You press a kiss to his head and place him on the bed while you go through your luggage.

Your phone vibrates but you’re shocked when its not Steve.

It’s your best friend.

Hey! When did you go to Japan??

She must have seen your post. You’ve been a terrible friend this past month but your head has been all over the place. Here goes nothing.

I’ve been seeing this guy. He flew me out for a long weekend

Whaaat??? Who is he? Why didn’t you tell me? Is he hot???

You laugh at her messages.

We’ll take some pictures tonight. He’s gorgeous

It was the truth. He was beautiful, tall, and buff. Every woman’s dream man. You’d be happy if you weren’t being forced into this situation.

You deserve it

You smile at her text. Maybe you just need to make the best of it.

Do you want me to bring you back anything?

YESS!!! Whatever you can fit in your bag!!!

You laugh and send her a thumbs up emoji.

You want to explore the hotel and the city but the time change is killing you. You turn on a YouTube video and let it watch you fall asleep.

You wake up feeling a dip on the bed next to you.

“Little star, you alright?” You groan softly and smoother your face in the pillow. “You are going to be up all night,” Steve chuckles.

“I tried to stay awake,” you mutter before yawning and stretching. You press yourself up to look at him. He’s dressed in a simple cable knit sweater and slacks. He looks so effortless. He could probably wear a paper bag and look good.

“You hungry?” You nod. “Sushi?” You smile and nod again. “Get up and get dressed.” He gets up and heads to the living room. You glance around and notice your cat is gone. Of course he is. Steve must be a holy terror to him.

You get up and stretch again before finding some clothes. A simple sweater should be good. It was chilly out so you should wear a coat.

You put your braids in a ponytail and step out of the bedroom to find Steve with your cat on his lap, looking as content as he could be.

“What the hecko? Jethro?” The cat looks at you and blinks slowly.

“I had to come all the way to Japan to finally meet this guy. Does he like his bed and everything?”

“Well, yeah,” you sputter incredulously. “He’s just normally terrified of strangers. I’m…he’s sitting with you?”

“Bucky’s cat is the same way,” Steve sighs. “They just like me, I guess,” he shrugs while running a hand down your cat’s back. Then he looks at you and graces you with a gorgeous smile. “You look really cute.”

Your face heats.

“I figured we should match.” You look down at your own white sweater under your leather jacket.

“We have a reputation to uphold,” he laughs and places Jethro on the floor. “Ready?” You nod and take his hand. He brings your hand to his lips and leads you to the elevator.

“No car?” You ask when you reach the lobby and notice the lack of black luxury vehicles.

“No car. Just a short walk.”

“Growth,” you smile up at him.

“I walk. When I’m out of the States,” he laughs.

“Where are Sam and Bucky while you’re out of the country?”

“Sam’s here. Buck’s in Europe handling some stuff.” You hum in understanding. “Why?”

“It just seems like they’re always with you. I was just wondering.”

“They didn’t come on the last date.”

“No, but they flew with us.”

“I needed my wing men.” You burst into laughter at his statement. “I’m not great with women. I’ve really only had one serious relationship. I just want you to like me.”

You hum not really knowing how to brooch the question. “I looked through your phone. Obviously. Was it the brunette?”

“Peggy. We were married.”

“What happened?”

“She passed away five years ago.”

“Steve!” You almost shout and remember where you are. “You’re a widow?”

He takes a breath and pulls you along down the street. “Yeah.” So many questions run through your mind but he stops are a revolving sushi place that reminds you how much he’s really trying. You love revolving sushi.

You’re seated at the bar and you record a few seconds before posing together for a selfie. He presses a kiss to your temple and you get a photo of it.

“Can I ask you about what happened to her?” You ask quietly

“Colon cancer.”

“Colon cancer?” You repeat.

“Came out of nowhere. By the time we found out it was too late. After I lost her, I just threw myself into my work. I feel like I’m a completely different man from the man she knew. Sometimes I think back about my time with her and it feels like a different life.”

“Do you think you’ve changed for the better?” You question.

He sighs deeply. “No.” He takes a sip of his sake. “But I’ve learned so much about the world that I didn’t know when she was alive. I feel like I’ve gotten as good as I can get.” You sigh. What could have possibly happened in his life to take him from a military man who was a loving husband to a crime lord?

You watch as he pours another cup of sake and you can’t help yourself. You stand up and press a kiss to his temple, not so unlike the ones he’s given you. They calmed you so much. You hope yours does the same for him.

The two of you walked back to the hotel hand in hand but Steve was right as you’re learning he is about a lot of things. You were wired.

“Did you decide what you want to do tomorrow?” Steve asks as you step into the lobby.

“Can we go to Disneyland?”

“Disneyland?” He repeats, shock all over his face.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Tokyo Disney,” you insist.

“Alright. I’ll make some calls.”

He starts toward the elevator but you fall behind. “What’s wrong?”

“Um,” you play with your jacket zipper for a second. “Can we get a drink or something?”

“You aren’t tired, are you?”

“Far from it,” you laugh.

“There’s a stocked bar in the room.”

“Okay,” you nod.

He leads you to your room. “You wanna change? Get showered, and everything? I’ll come over in 30?” You nod and you go your separate ways.

Just for a moment.

You follow his instructions and you felt a little more relaxed after each step of your night time routine. You’re wrapping your braids up in a high bun when he knocks on the door.

“Come in!”

“Got a private tour for Disneyland tomorrow. You owe Sam a drink. Probably a whole bottle,” Steve laughs and heads straight for the alcohol.

“They didn’t know who you were?” You joke from the bedroom.

“My name gets me a lot but Disney’s a fucking vault.”

“Oh, something even the great Steve Rogers can’t ge…” The words die on your lips when you see him.

Grey sweat pants should come with a warning. Especially when they’re worn by him.

“It keeps me humble,” he sighs. “What are you drinking, movie star?”

“Um…” you have to catch your breath. He really does make anything look good. “I uh-“ you have to clear your throat before you can continue. “Is there a rosé over there?”

“Coming right up.”

You perch on the edge of the couch and it instantly reminds you of your first date. You roll his phone around in your hands and finally pass it back to him when he hands you the glass. “You know you really shouldn’t just pass that around to anyone,” you warn.

“Did you watch those videos?” He smirks, making himself comfortable in the arm chair across from you. You can help but watch his tattoos that swirl from his chest down his arms. Anything to avoid his gaze while you talk about this.

“I couldn’t, like, not watch them…” you trail.

“And?”

“And what?” Your face heats as he watches you. “You want me to tell you you have a fat dick or something?”

“Do I?” He asks with a quirked eye brow.

“Can we change the subject?”

“You brought it up.”

“You’re impossible,” you laugh and lean back on the couch.

“I’m not deleting them,” he shrugs.

“I don’t expect you to.” Especially now that you know more about the situation. You swirl your glass for a moment before asking your next question. “Was she into filming stuff or were you?”

He smirks at you for a moment before answering. “Maybe a little of both.”

“You’re freaky, Mr. Rogers.”

“I never said I was a saint. You film every moment of your life. Ever filmed that?”

“No,” you answer quickly.

He hums softly and shrugs. “You might like it.”

You just shake your head and smile.

“You have a gorgeous body. You could film anything you want and people would watch it.” You laugh at his words just as Jethro jumps on the arm chair and curls up in his lap.

“I can’t believe him,” you sigh, watching the cat. Five years of him running in horror at the doorbell ringing and all it took was one mob boss to change him.

“You both have terrible taste in men,” he sighs and scratches behind the cat’s ear.

“What do you know about my taste in men?” You smile.

“You’re dating me, aren’t you?”

You just shake your head. “You’re ridiculous.” You stretch out on the couch and stare up at the ceiling. “Oh! Who’s the red head?”

“Natasha. She’s an old friend and kind of a pain in the ass. I keep her at arms distance because she’s useful but I don’t completely trust her.”

“She sounds wonderful,” you laugh.

“You two would probably get along: you share every moment of your life, she keeps every moment a heavily guarded secret.”

“I mean she’s fucking gorgeous. She can do whatever she wants if you ask me.”

“You two can take over the world together.”

You roll your eyes at his statement. “We didn’t film the end of our date,” you sigh.

“Come here,” he pats his lap, moving Jethro to the arm rest.

You stand up and fall into his lap opening your camera app on your phone. “Cheers?” He grins and holds up his glass before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“That good?” He asks wrapping his arm around your waist. You nod and he pulls you back against his chest. You add the clip to the rest of the video and schedule it to post in the morning.

“I can’t wait to go to Disney. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he mutters and presses another kiss to your temple. He holds you against him while you edit some other videos and finish your glass. Steve works on his own phone and the two of you sit in comfortable silence.

You notice Steve finish his whiskey and ask if he wants a refill.

“Thank you.”

You get up and refill both your glasses. “What are you working on?”

“Sourcing products,” he answers simply.

“You make it all sound like you just run a store.”

“I guess it kind of is,” he smiles and takes his drink. You start to walk back over to the couch but he grabs your hand. “Come back. I like you here.” You laugh and sit back down on his lap. You wrap one arm around his shoulder as you snuggle into his hold.

“I kind of like being here, too.”

“Good,” he sighs. He places his glass on the side table with his phone next to it. “Do you have any other questions about me or do you want to keep my phone for another week?”

“It was kind of fun being a mob boss for a couple of weeks.”

He places the phone in your lap. “You can be the boss for as long as you want,” he laughs.

“You don’t want it back?”

“It felt nice to unplug for a couple of weeks.”

“Alright. I’ll keep it. But you have to take your phone back on the next date. I can’t handle all of this responsibility on my own.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiles.

He takes your glass from your hand and places it next to his. “I need to talk to you about something serious. We’ve been ‘dating’ but I need you to refer to me as your fiancé. If anyone asks you, we’re engaged, alright?” You nod. “Good. That’s all. Some of us have been up making money all day. I’m fucking exhausted.”

“I’m sorry for keeping you up,” you smile.

“Don’t be. I like being with you.” He tucks his arm under your legs and carries you to your bed. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“What time?”

“Sam said the park opens at 9. I’ll have some breakfast sent up at 8 and we’ll leave after that.” You nod and he puts you down. “Try to get some sleep.” You nod again. He presses a kiss to your forehead and you snuggle into bed. You hear the hotel room door open and close and take a deep sigh.

Part of you wishes he would stay.

Room service wakes you up bright and early. You’re amazed you eventually got some sleep.

Steve comes over about ten minutes after breakfast arrives.

“You aren’t dressed?” Steve asks walking through the open bathroom door.

“No,” you mumble around toothbrush. He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist. You bend over to rinse your mouth. “You’re too cheery for this early.”

He smirks. “I already had my coffee and went to the gym. I’m ready to go.”

“Just like the elderly to be up early.”

He rolls his eyes at you in the mirror. “I’m going to eat. Take your time looking cute.” You smile and let him kiss your forehead. You’re getting used to his kisses. You start to look forward to them. Thirty minutes later, you emerge from your bedroom refreshed and dressed in a Minnie Mouse sweater.

“You didn’t want to match me today?” Steve asks cutting up his omelette.

“I have to rep my girl,” you giggle pointing at the queen mouse herself.

“Fine, I’ll change before we leave,” he smiles.

“You don’t have to.” You grab a plate and peruse the buffet that appeared in your room. “Why is there so much food?”

“I like matching you. And I don’t know what kind of breakfast food you like.”

“A bagel and scrambled egg sandwich with a little bit of hot sauce.”

“Good to know,” Steve smiles. You place your food next to his at the bar before feeding Jethro. “How’d you sleep?”

“Surprisingly good. And you?”

“Like a rock. ” You step up onto the bar stool next to him. “Got you something.” Steve slides a ring box in front of you as you sit down. You give him a dubious look before opening it.

“Shit.” You almost fall off the stool at the diamond sitting in front of you. “Wha-what is this?”

“We have to be engaged, right?”

“And this is how you’re proposing? Just giving me a ring at breakfast?”

“You’re the one narrating this relationship. Make up a good story for me.”

You blanch at him. Does he not have a romantic bone in his body? As you stare up at him, a thought comes to mind. “Brain blast! You can propose at Disneyland!”

“Are you serious?” Steve cocks an eyebrow at you.

“It’s every girl’s dream,” you joke. “At least it’s what they think their dream is. It’ll do crazy numbers!”

“When am I going to learn to stopped being shocked by your ideas?” Steve sighs. “Fine. But you know, if we’re going to have a filmed, public proposal, we’re going to have to kiss.”

You frown slightly. “Yeah, I guess we will.”

“Should we practice?” Kiss? Him? On the lips? You gasp and look up at him again. Your terror must read all over your face. “Or we can just let it happen in the moment. It will probably look more organic.”

“No, you’re right. First kisses are always awkward. We have to do it before hand.”

“Do you want me to brush my teeth?” Steve asks with a smirk and pushes his empty plate away.

“Um, no, it’s okay. Let’s just do it.”

“You don’t have to say it like its a death sentence. It’s just a kiss.”

“No, I just, um…You take the lead,” you insist.

He gives you a look like he’s trying to figure out what you just said before his eyes widen. “You’ve never kissed anyone?”

“Oh my God,” you mutter and cover your face with your hands. Is it that obvious?

“Wait. Are you a virgin, too?” You just nod, unable to look at him. “What kind of abstinent rock did you live under?” Steve chuckles.

“It’s not funny.” You mutter into your hands.

“Yes, it is. What are you? 30? And you’ve never kissed anyone? How do you even know you’re bi?”

“I just know!” You cry. This was beyond embarrassing. You just wanted to have a fun day at Disneyland, ride the rides, eat the food, get to know Steve better but now all your embarrassing secrets were out on the table like you were in high school all over again.

“Alright, it’s not funny. Calm down. You’ll ruin your make up,” Steve sighs and pulls your hands away from his face. There’s still a ghost of a smile on his lips that makes you laugh at the whole situation.

“Maybe it is kind of funny,” you admit.

“It’s fucking hilarious,” Steve grins. “We have a lot of practicing to do if you’ve never kissed anyone.” He turns your stool so you’re facing him. “Alright. Close your eyes.” You follow his instructions.

It takes a moment before you feel a soft press to your lips.

It’s nice.

“There. First one done.” You can hear the smile in Steve voice. “You wanna do it back?” Your eyes flutter open to meet his. He’s still leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his face just inches from yours. You nod tentatively. He closes his eyes and you purse your lips and kiss him back.

You kind of like it.

“You’re a pro already. Ready for something more advanced?” You nod again. “Alright. Close ‘em.” You follow his instructions again and his hands cup your face. This time his lips slot between yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. He gives you the smallest nip of his teeth making you gasp and you know he’s got you. The second your mouth opens, he’s in it, your teeth clashing while he holds your face to his. Then he lets go. Your eyes open again to see him standing over you. His pupils are slightly dilated, hiding the blue of his eyes. His lips are red from you lip gloss. His breathing matches yours.

You love this.

You don’t wait for his prompting this time. You reach up to pull him down into another breath stealing kiss. His arms wrap around your waist, lifting you slightly from the stool. He can take you where ever he want to go.

He starts to pull away but you chase him making him smile. You giggle and press one last kiss to his lips. He keeps you in his embrace and you keep him in yours. He’s just breaths away.

“Do you think you’ve got enough reps in?”

“Maybe one more to make sure?”

“Gladly,” Steve grins and lifts you just to place you on the bar counter and steps between your legs. You’ll have to let him go eventually. Just not right now.

“Hey guys! I know I’ve been kind of spotty with uploads but as I said in the last video, my boyfriend brought me to Japan! This is day two! We started off with a room service buffet. Then we went to Tokyo Disneyland! Ah! I was in heaven! It was all so magical! We got matching hoodies. We love to match! And I got a pair of rose gold ears. Steve booked us a tour guide for the day so we got to walk onto everything! Things got a little too intense for Steve after Journey to the Center of the Earth. This was him trying to hold down his Mickey Pretzel. So, I was a solo rider for the rest of the day. We ended the day with fireworks in this special reserved area with a blanket and hot cocoa. It was so cute. And then Steve shocked me and proposed in front of the castle! Of course I said yes! I love him so much! It was such an amazing day. Stay tuned for some wedding planning videos! This is so exciting!”

You end the voice over recording and let out a burnt out sigh.

“You’re a good actress,” Steve laughs and runs his hand over your stomach while you relax in his lap after all the walking you did today.

You snort out a laugh. “You haven’t seen my other videos, apparently.”

“I have. You’re nowhere near that bubbly in real life.”

“You don't think I have a generally cheery disposition?” You grin.

“I think you’re a fucking brat,” Steve smirks into his drink. You just giggle at his words.

You sync up the video with your voice over and the two of you sit in silence while Steve sips his bourbon. You get to the footage that makes you pause as Steve holds your middle and you happily leap into his arms to share the passionate kiss you worked so hard on that morning. It looked good.

Really good. “That kiss was pretty damn convincing.” Steve presses a kiss to your temple.

“You think so?”

He hums positively. “They might actually think you’re in love.”

You smile and turn your head to face him. You press a kiss to his cheek. “I had a good teacher.”

“Did you?” Steve smirks and brushes his hand up your jaw. “Do you want some more homework?” He presses another heart stopping kiss to your lips. You turn in his lap to straddle his legs and Steve grips your hips, holding you close.

“I like kissing you,” you admit against his lips.

“Good, because I’m not going to stop anytime soon.” You giggle and cup his jaw, falling back into his kiss.

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