#actor fic

[softestqueeen]

home for christmas

pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

summary: You had resigned yourself to spending this christmas alone, when a sudden visitor surprises you…

warnings: none, just teeth rotting fluff

wordcount: 1625 words

a/n: yes, i know the title is very kitschy, very cheesy, but i think that’s what christmas calls for! enjoy <3

You were home alone, about to spend christmas eve alone. Your boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, was currently at his parents’ house, enjoying christmas with his family, hours away from you.

Being alone didn’t bother you. You never really celebrated Christmas and often only went to some Christmas dinners hosted by friends. This year though you got 0 invitations. But of course, you couldn’t tell that your boyfriend, because he would have insisted on bringing you to his parents’ house for dinner and you didn’t feel ready for that yet, so here you were.

You were currently laying on the couch, waiting for the frozen pizza in your oven to heat up and watching Love Actually for what felt like the 1000th time. It never got boring though.

You were about to check on your pizza when you heard a knock on the door.

Who the hell was at your door at this time on Christmas eve? With furrowed brows you went to the door, assuming it was the old lady from next door needing something.

But when you actually looked though the peephole, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

You threw open the door and saw your boyfriend and his trusty companion Bobby standing at your door.

Tom was holding wrapped packages and a bouquet full of fresh flowers in his hands. When you saw that he was wearing a Santa hat you couldn‘t contain the small giggle that threatened to surpass your lips

You didn‘t waste any more time and threw yourself into his waiting arms, making him drop the gifts as well as the flowers to embrace you. The two of you were enjoying this moment for a little while, just standing in the hallway holding each other.

"What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with your parents?“, you asked in disbelief, pulling away a bit so you could look into his face.

„Oh, darling, when I heard that you were spending this special evening alone, I couldn’t let that happen.”, he explained to you and at sawing your puzzled expression he continued. “Ben told me, and I knew what I had to do. I wouldn’t be able to spend a happy and jolly Christmas with my parents, if I knew that you would be alone. And of course, I also brought Bobby.”

The dog was sitting next to you, waiting for you to finally acknowledge and pet him. But before you could turn your attention to the dog at your feet you still had something to take care of.

You turned your gaze back to the man in front of you and lurched forward again, to engage him into a passionate kiss. You hoped you could express everything you felt for him in this moment with this kiss. He returned the kiss with just as much passion, the presents and the flowers long forgotten.

After a moment you had to pull back for air, so you decided to actually go into your flat and not just stand in the hallway of your apartment building.

Bobby entered first, excitedly running to his designated spot next to the TV, while you helped Tom with the presents and entered as well.

Tom put the presents under the tree, next to the ones you put there, even though you both knew you were going to open them in the next minutes, your excitement taking over.

But before that happened, you both took a seat on the couch, cuddling up together, the noise from the TV falling into the background.

“What did your parents say when you told them you were gonna ditch christmas?”, you asked him, even though, secretly of course, you were glad he was here with you right now.

“Well, I didn’t really ditch them, darling. I was already there since the morning, as you know, and when I received the message from Ben in the afternoon, I couldn’t stay there.”, your heart grew warmer and warmer as he continued and you were sure he could feel your strong heartbeat against his ribcage, where you were currently resting, “I told them that you were alone and even though they were a bit sad, they knew that they couldn’t keep me from coming to you. So, I jumped into the car and went directly here. With Bobby of course.”

At hearing his name, the dog got up and plopped down in between the two of you, making a giggle leave your lips.

You turned your gaze to your boyfriend again, a sheepish grin making its way onto your face, before it dropped.

“Oh my God, fuck!”, you screamed before practically jumping up and running into the kitchen. Tom wasn’t far behind you, alarmed by your sudden action. When he entered the kitchen behind you, he could see you kneeling in front of the oven, taking out a burnt pizza.

You put it into the sink before locking eyes with your boyfriend. You both burst out laughing, taking the incident with humour.

“Well, I think we need to order some food.”, you said after you finally calmed down enough to speak again.

“Yes, darling I think we should.”, Tom answered before adding with a boyish grin, “But before we do that, I think we should check what Santa has put under the tree for us.”

You rolled your eyes but followed him into the living room, excitement starting to bloom in your chest again.

“Open yours first.”, you told Tom, unsure of his reaction. It had taken quite some time to find it, but once you did, you knew he would love it.

He kneeled in front of the tree, carefully removing the present that has his name on the tag.

He made a show out of shaking it, weighing it in his hand and checking to see if he could guess what it is.

“Now open it, I think I’m more excited than you right now, to be honest.”, you told him, crouching down next to him on the floor.

He gave you a smile before carefully opening the present neatly at the points where you put the tape.

He put away the paper now holding three old books in his hand. His brows furrowed for a moment before he realised what it was, and a grin broke out on his face.

He was now holding an antique and leather-bound trilogy of Shakespeare’s Histories, Tragedies and Comedies from 1899, which cost you a small fortune. But the sheer look on his face made ever penny worth it.

He was speechless for a moment, putting two of the books down into his lap before he carefully flipped through the first book. After he looked at the books for a few moments, he put them aside to face you.

“Thank you so much, darling. This means a lot to me and had to cost you a fortune. You really didn’t have to.”, he told you truthfully before placing a longing kiss on your lips.

“Don’t worry about it, I know you’ve been eyeing some of his older copies for some time, so I’m glad I could add to your collection.”, you assured him, glad he liked it.

“I really love it. And now open your presents.”, the almost childish grin appearing on his face again.

You took the first one and carefully opened the present, just like he had done it moments before.

“Are you teasing me?”, Tom asked you in fake shock.

“Me? I wouldn’t even dream of it!”, you told him in after gasping, making you both laugh.

You had finally opened it completely and where now holding a velvet box in your hand. You knew there was going to be jewellery in it, but that didn’t keep you from being shocked from what’s inside of the red box.

You let out a real gasp this time when you saw the beautiful gold necklace that sat on a plump cushion. The necklace was simple but had a charm on it that resembled one of your favourite books. You could even open it and there were small pages with some of the words from the book engraved.

You felt very flattered that he remembered such a small detail but weren’t really surprised as he knew you like the back of his hand.

Tom watched you in amazement as you observed the necklace and as you took it out of its box. You inched closer to him and held the necklace out to him.

“Would you put it on me, please?”, you asked him.

“Of course, darling.”, he answered while he took the necklace out of your hand. You pulled your hair up and turned your head around so he could clasp it properly.

You could feel his featherlight touches at the back of your neck as he adjusted the necklace. When he pulled away you turned around again looking at him with a smile on your lips.

“It’s beautiful, thank you so much!”, you assured him.

“Well, it’s a beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl. I think it fits perfectly.”, his words made a slight blush creep up your face, and you turned your attention to the other present to conceal it.

You unwrapped a special edition of the book on your necklace. It was a beautiful hardcover, with illustrations and gold details on the cover. Just like him you flipped through the pages, already excited for the next reread.

The smile still hasn’t left your face as you thanked him for the book and again for the necklace.

Now done with the presents, you ordered some food and decided to rewatch Love Actually, as he had disturbed your watching. Though, if you were being honest, you didn’t mind the distraction at all.

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader long fic where reader is Joe's girlfriend and surprise visits him while he's staying at his mom's house and reader greets his mom at the door and Joe’s mom invites her in and they chat for a little bit and she tells reader where Joe is and when reader finds him, she finds him in his room sitting at his desk doing a live on his phone?

Good Interruptions

Fandom: RPF, American Actor,

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Virginia Mazzello, Reader

Word Count: 1201 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Joe's viewers get more than they bargain for.

Tags/ Warnings: Fluff, Christmas, New Year, Long Distance Relationship, Kissing, Established Relationship, Parents, Imagining Joe lives in queens no idea if thats right but we move, Live Videos, Vlogger, Requested Fic, Requests,

Notes: here you go @borhapgirlforlife19. 2nd one might take me a minute because I'm back to work tomorrow x

‘Just here is fine,’ I said as my uber driver pulled up to the kerb. I grabbed my bag and climbed out onto the sidewalk, watching as he drove off. I turned to look at the house. It was a midsize building, in a jam-packed neighbourhood, with houses close by on either side. Though the New Year had rolled in there were still Christmas lights hanging and a wreath on the door providing a bit of cheer to the otherwise drab January backdrop. I climbed the small steps to the front door and knocked awaiting a response. I could hear movement inside and I waited, trying not to shiver as the bitter cold started getting to my exposed hands and face. 

Suddenly the door yanked open to reveal a slim woman. Her ashy blonde hair was hanging around her face, pushed back on top by a set of glasses that seemed to be out of use. Her face broke into a smile as she saw me. 

‘Y/N! Hi!’ she said with a smile.

‘Hey,’ I said awkwardly as she leaned in to give me a hug. As she pulled back she shivered and gestured for me to follow her inside. 

‘Come on let's get off the doorstep,’ she said as she led me into the house. The living room was conjoined with the kitchen which she walked to motioning for me to take a seat on the recliner. I dropped down into it as she pottered around the kitchen.

‘Do you want a drink? Coffee? Water? Soda?’ she said. 

‘Waters fine,’ I said. She nodded and went to the fridge to grab me a bottle. As she did I took the chance to look around the room. It was very cosy. Books made up most of one wall but the others were all cluttered with pictures, mostly of her kids. Joe and his sibling's school photos made up a good chunk of another wall. I smiled at his young, cheeky face grinning back at me. I was pulled back to reality as she handed me a bottle of water and sat down on the couch opposite me. 

‘You found the house okay then?’ she said. I nodded, ‘yeah, I just told the uber where to go. It was fine.’

‘Oh I hate that you had to even use an uber,’ she said, ‘getting here from the airport can be a nightmare, I wish you’d let Joe collect you.’

‘I don’t mind,’ I shrugged, ‘I wanted it to be a surprise so it’s not a big deal.’

‘He’s going to be so excited,’ she said with a smile, ‘he’s been such a grump with you apart for the holidays.’

‘Me too,’ I said glumly. 

My holiday hadn’t been the best. We had planned to come to Joe’s mom's for Christmas and the New Year. Our tickets had been booked and everything. And then my boss threw a spanner in the works and wrecked our plans. I was stuck working for most of the holiday and even some of the new year. Joe had been heartbroken and offered to cancel his plans to go home. Knowing how much he loved Christmas and how tough his mother found the holidays I told him not to. After all, we’d barely see each other anyway it didn’t make sense for him to stay. That didn’t mean I hadn’t missed him though. So, as the new year rolled in I booked a spate of holidays and then a flight to New York with only his mother in the know.

‘Did you have a nice Christmas?’ she said. I nodded not wanting to let onto how it had been a quiet and if not boring day without her son. 

‘We did too though Joey hasn’t stopped talking about you,’ she said with a fond smile.

‘I missed him too,’ I said. 

‘I bet,’ she said before she looked at me with surprise and said, ‘gosh, listen to me rabbiting on when you probably just wanna see Joe.’

‘I don’t mind,’ I lied. 

‘Oh sweetie don’t be silly!’ she said, ‘he’s in his room. Upstairs, last door on the left.’ 

I smiled and nodded climbing out of my chair. I didn’t want to appear rude but I also sort of wanted to run full pelt down that hallway and into Joe’s arms. I walked upstairs to the dimly lit hallway, to the door I was destined for. I smiled as I looked at the stickers on it that spelt out ‘Joe’s Room’ though they were somewhat faded, evidently having been there for some time. I didn’t knock. Instead, I unlatched the door and pushed it open. 

Joe was sitting in his room, at a desk, his laptop and phone in front of him. His phone was on a stand and he was recording something. He seemed lost in whatever it was for a moment before his mind seemed to catch up and he noticed me standing in the corner of the room. He turned, forgetting the camera altogether as he leapt up and headed towards me pulling me into his so he could kiss me. 

It was sweet and tender but I could feel the longing in it, the same longing I had been feeling. As I pulled back he was beaming at me.

‘What are you doing here?!’ he asked. 

‘Surprise,’ I giggled, still in his arms. 

‘When? How? I thought-’

‘I got some time off. And I realised I missed you so much and I didn't want to wait another few days before you come home so I messaged your mom and we arranged this,’ I said. He nodded and smiled though his face fell a little as he seemed to remember the camera rolling in the corner of the room. 

‘Uh,’ he said turning back to the camera, ‘sorry about that.’

‘Why don’t you just pause it?’ I giggled.

‘Babe we’re live right now,’ he said laughing as my face went red. 

‘So all of that?’

‘Yep,’ he said with a smug smile which he turned to the camera. He picked it up and threw his arm around my shoulders pulling me into him, ‘and all of my followers just heard you say how much you miss me.’

‘I didn’t say that,’ I cringed and buried my head in his chest trying to ignore the fact however many of his followers were watching. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and laughed.

‘No I believe your words were ‘I realised I missed you so much’,’ he said.

‘Okay okay,’ I said leaning up, ‘maybe I did.’

‘Good,’ he said, ‘cos I missed you too.’

We smiled at each other for a moment before I said, ‘now we’ve recapped that can we please turn the live off.’

‘I guess so,’ he said looking at the camera, ‘bye guys. I’ll be back again tomorrow.‘

‘With no interruptions this time!’ I said. Joe smiled and waved before he clicked the phone off and ended the video. Then he threw it on the bed and pulled me into him, looking at me with a smile. As he leaned for a kiss he whispered, ‘I’d say this is a pretty good one though.’

[redheadedteatotalfanfic]

Milk Diaries pt 2

Gina padded into the nursery and lifted a wailing six month old from the crib, snuggling her against her shoulder and pulling the bottle from the warmer on the dresser as she walked over to the glider and sat down. She put the bottle on the nightstand, and blew out a nervous breath, hoping she wouldn't need it.

Once they had been approved by their agency to adopt, Gina had begun taking the necessary steps to encourage her body to make milk, not willing to give the infant powdered garbage. Wanting her to get settled in and comfortable with them both, they had agreed to wait a few weeks before attempting to transition her from bottle to breast. On the advice of her lactation consultant, Gina had delayed a feeding, so that the infant would be more receptive to the idea.

She shifted the infant so that she was cradling her and tugged up her shirt on one side. She positioned the nipple next to the infant's mouth, and used her free hand to express a few drops of milk. When the milk crossed the six month old's tongue, Indie instantly clamped down on the nipple and tried to suck. Gina used her finger to break the suction, the infant giving a small cry and waving a tiny fist in outrage.

"I know, I know, that was so mean," Gina murmured as she repositioned the nipple so that it would be in the correct position, and slipped it back between the infant's lips. Indie clamped down again and eagerly began to suck, and Gina crossed her fingers that she wouldn't give up too soon. It would take her body a few days to respond to Indie's cries and automatically let down at the sound of the infant's distress. Gina winced slightly when she felt Indie suck harder, but it was quickly replaced by a smile, as she realized it meant the infant was getting milk.

She looked up at the sound of a shutter click, and realized Kevin was standing in the doorway. "I knew she wouldn't have problems switching," he said as he padded into the room.

"She took it this time, but I'm not convinced it's not just because she's hungry," she murmured, using a barefoot to move the glider back and forth.  "If she's still this eager tomorrow I'll let myself get optimistic."

She continued to offer the infant her breast at every feeding, and Indie always took it, surprising Gina by how quickly she mastered getting latched on correctly. Gina had put the infant in bed with them, and was woken in the middle of the night by a pair of tiny hands pulling at her shirt. She smiled sleepily and reached out, tapping Kevin's face with a fingernail to wake him. When his eyes sleepily blinked open she pointed down, and he shifted his gaze to see the infant tugging at her momma's clothes.

He watched as Gina gently pulled the little hands away and then raked up her shirt, manipulating her breast and offering the six month old the nipple. Indie took it, and the bedroom filled with the sounds of her grunts and gurgles of satisfaction as she nursed. Kevin twisted at the waist, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and taking another picture. He knew it would be fuzzy from the low light, but he still liked the way it came out. He held his phone up for Gina to see and she smiled. "I want that one," she whispered.

He nodded and sent it to her phone, and then put his own back on his nightstand. He shifted to get comfortable again, and they both lay watching Indie suckle. "I don't know about you, but this pretty much seals the deal for her to sleep with us," he rumbled, just barely louder than a whisper.

"I was just thinking the same thing. I'll check Amazon in the morning to see what kind of options we have," Gina murmured.

Kevin lightly stroked the wisps of dark hair on Indie's head, and the infant reached up with a hand, fingers flexing in and out in a grasping motion. Smiling, he gave her a finger to hold. Indie took it, clutching it tightly as she continued to nurse. "Daddy's girl," Gina lightly teased.

He chuckled softly.

She felt the pressure on her nipple release and they watched as Indie shifted, moving her head back and dozing off with a trace of her momma's milk on her lips. She made a noise that sounded like a cross between a hiccup and a burp, followed by a sigh. Gina and Kevin both smiled, and Gina chuckled silently before they both closed their eyes and returned to sleep.

The next morning Kevin made coffee while Gina rocked from side to side as she tried to soothe the wailing infant as she made her a bottle, hoping this wasn't about to go disastrously wrong. Once the bottle was ready she carried the infant into the living room, and settled on the sofa with her. She put the bottle in Indie's mouth, and the cries dwindled for a moment as she suckled. As soon as the formula crossed her tastebuds, Indie pushed the nipple out of her mouth with her tongue, and her cries resumed. Gina waited a moment, and then repeated the process, getting the same result. "She doesn't want that nasty ol bottle," Kevin called from the kitchen.

Gina leaned forward and put the bottle on the coffee table, drawing her legs up to sit Indian style on the sofa as she straightened. Indie's cries were beginning to grow frantic, and Gina pulled up one side of her tank top, Indie's cries stopping abruptly as she latched onto the nipple as soon as it was exposed. Gina smiled as the infant's actions made it quite clear that she no longer wanted anything but her momma's milk. "Once she's had breakfast I wanna toss the rest of that powdered bullshit, and all but two of the bottles," she said.

"What are you keeping the two bottles for?" Kevin asked as he padded into the living room to wait for the coffee to brew.

He put his elbows on the back of the sofa, peering down at the infant who was contently suckling in her momma's arms. Before Gina could answer him they watched as a tiny hand rose and came to rest on the soft flesh she was nursing from. Charmed by the movement, Kevin used his phone to take another picture, angling it in a way that it was obvious what was going on, but didn't expose anything. Not that it mattered, these pics wouldn't be sent to anyone but each other.

"If something happens, or I get sick we can use them to give her the milk I saved when I first started pumping," Gina answered, looking up at him.

The coffeemaker signaled that it was ready, and Kevin returned to the kitchen. Gina's gaze returned to the infant in her arms as she felt the six month old unlatch. Indie whined as if she were upset by something, and given that she knew Indie's diaper was dry Gina suspected she was still hungry. She turned the infant around in her arms and adjusted her clothing, getting the six month old latched onto her other breast. Indie eagerly resumed suckling, confirming Gina's suspicion. "What are we doing for breakfast?" She called, trying not to laugh at the eye that appeared and looked at her beneath a furrowed brow.

"Just gonna knock something together. Why? In the mood for something in particular?" He asked.

Gina looked down as Indie unlatched again, and smiled as Indie drifted off. In that moment, something inside her changed. The feeling she had when they had first met the infant returned, and intensified. She pulled her tank top down as she unfolded her legs and got to her feet, heading for the kitchen. "Something I can eat with one hand."

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Lost In Translation - 2

Summary - Jensen comes to India and falls in love with a fan who accidentally sees him while he's lost and saves him cause she knows Hindi.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Indian!Reader

Warning - Fluff, fluff and fluff.

Word Count - 2.4k+

Square filled - Date Night ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N 1 - I finally decided to add a second part to this fic! I had fun writing in Hindi and English in Indian dialect and I am incredibly happy at how the fic turned out.

Spn divider by the talented @talesmaniac89

A/N 2- For all the non-Indian readers, a little info on some of the food names used in the story -

Rosogolla - It is also called Rasgulla. It's a famous sweet of India which is a speciality of Kolkata (West Bengal). It's a spongy, white, ball shaped dumplings made from chhena (An Indian cottage cheese)

Pulao - It is a famous one pot rice dish made by cooking fragrant basmati rice with aromatic spices, herbs and sometimes stocks.

Butter Chicken - It is an Indian dish made by marinating a chicken overnight in a yoghurt and spice mixture. The chicken is then roasted or baked. A sauce is made from butter, tomatoes, almonds and various spices, usually including the famous tandoori masala spice mix, and sometimes cream.

Vada Pav - Vada pav, alternatively spelt vada pao is a vegetarian fast food dish native to the state of Maharashtra. The dish consists of a deep fried potato dumpling placed inside a bread bun (pav) sliced almost in half through the middle.

Part 1

“Y/N! Listen to me, beta!” your mom exclaimed over the phone.(child)

“What is it, Ma? You know I can't cancel the date with him,” you told your mother, as you gave your makeup some final touches.

“Aise kaise tu us ladke ke saath ja rahi hai? Acche se pehchanta hai usko? How come you are going on a date with an absolute stranger?” your mother asked. (How are you going out with that boy? Do you even know him properly?)

“Ma, he is a really good man. Stop worrying about me now,” you tried to assure her.

“Lekin tere baba ko kaun samjhayega? It doesn't feel safe. What if he is a-” (Who will convince your father?)

“Ma! You know what, I will call you later! I am getting late and I don't want to keep Jensen waiting,” you said and went to your room to get your purse.

“Just call me when you get home. Call me if anything suspicious happens. Call me-”

“Ma!” You let out a defeated sigh, “Bye!” You said and disconnected the call. You shook your head at your mother's outburst even though you knew she would behave like that but you weren't going to cancel on Jensen just because your Mom didn't agree. You weren't a little girl anymore who needed her mother's permission for every single matter.

You groaned when you felt your phone buzzing again in your hands, interrupting your train of thoughts. You didn't want to talk to your mother again but you looked at your phone only to see Jensen calling you.

“Hey sweetheart,” your heart fluttered in your chest as soon as you heard his voice.

“Hey,” you greeted, “I am waiting for my Uber and-”

“No uhm..I'll pick you up,” he said.

“You don't know my address.”

“Uh-yeah,” he chuckled, “you can text me your address and Clif will drive over and I can pick you up.”

“It's okay, Jensen. I know my way-”

“No, just text me the damn address, y/n,” he said and you heard a muffled voice over the phone.

“Okay, if you insist,” you said, making him chuckle.

“I insist, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “see you in a little while.”

You disconnected the call. Texting him your address, you hoped that he doesn't get lost.

You spent the next hour checking your makeup and dress, trying to look perfect and occasionally going through your phone. You smiled as you saw the pictures from the con, as you scrolled through the gallery of your phone. You thought back to the day before the con, when out of pure luck Jensen had bumped into you, looking like a lost puppy. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your doorbell. You walked towards the door and opened it.

“I thought you got lost,” you giggled, “again.”

“That was one time,” Jensen groaned, making you laugh.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you his signature smile.

“Thanks. You don't look bad yourself,” you blushed.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Haan, one minute,” you said. (Yes, one minute) You went back inside and retrieved your purse and phone and approached the front door again. You stepped out of the door and felt Jensen hands snaking across your waist. Biting your lower lip, you locked the door to your house.

“After you,” he whispered and guided you to his car. He opened the door to his car and you slipped inside it, Jensen climbing into the seat beside you.

“Where to, Miss-” Clif asked, trailing off at the end.

“Call me Y/N,” you said and told him the name of the restaurant as he set the GPS.

You looked to your side and saw Jensen watching you with a soft smile on his face. Your breathing hitched as he entangled his fingers with you. The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence only to be broken by Clif’s voice as he pulled the car to the side, announcing that you had arrived.

Jensen climbed out of the car, and waited as you got out of the car. He took your hands into his and started walking towards the restaurant.

“Table for two,” you said and the waiter guided you both over to a table.

“About that sudden change in plans,” Jensen said, as you both took a seat at the table, “Jared insisted that I take Clif with me because he was worried that I-”

“You would get lost again?” You giggled.

“....not really.” He cast his eyes down, as he spoke softly.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Jared-he is….uhm-he's a little wary about you, it's nothing, he is just looking out for me….you know,” the actor hesitated.

“I-I totally understand,” you said, making him look up to you, “I do. He doesn't know me, you are in an unknown country. I would feel the same too but I won't kidnap you.”

“I was hoping you would,” Jensen tsked, a smile slowly spreading on his face.

“I can but who will finish the show then?” you smirked.

“Now I think you only agreed to go on a date with me because of the show,” He feigned hurt.

“What can I say? I need to know what happens to a certain hunter.”

“A certain hunter, huh?” He smirked, as a waiter approached your table handing you guys a couple of menus.

“Yeah.” You saw his smile getting bigger, “those luscious locks of hair of Jared are really captivating and his hazel eyes.” You saw as his smile dropped and you couldn't help yourself as you laughed but he quickly recovered.

“Well I can't really blame you, I also tend to get lost in those eyes,” he joked, making you laugh harder.

“If I'm not wrong, this is your first time in India. Are you enjoying yourself?” You asked.

“Not gonna lie, I'm slowly starting to fall in love with India,” he replied.

“She is beautiful,” you remarked, and looked down to see the menu in front of you.

“Beautiful indeed,” Jensen said, only for you to look up to see him staring at you with fondness in his eyes. Your cheeks turned pink under his gaze and you gave him a soft smile. He dropped his gaze and started to skim through the menu.

“Considering this is my first time here, what Indian cuisine is a must have for me?” He asked.

“I like it that you are willing to try an Indian cuisine,” you smirked.

“When in India, do as the Indians do,” the actor said.

“Okay but do you think you can handle the spice?” You smirked.

“Are you challenging me sweetheart?”

“I'm not but I don't think you can handle our spicy dishes,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Bring it on. How spicy can it be?”

“Oh you have no idea but I'll go easy on this one with you and I would suggest you order Pulao which is a rice dish and Chicken Tikka Masala,” you said as he nodded.

“Have you ever been to the US?”

“Nope.” You shook your head, “But I want to. I really want to see the Grand Canyon.”

“That's a good choice,” he said.

“And maybe catch a show on Broadway-” your words were cut off as a waiter approached the table and you had to give him your food orders.

“I would gladly be your tour guide when you come to the US with a special tour around Texas,” he winked, making you smile.

“Maybe I'll call you up when I visit the US."

“I do want to ask you one thing. A lot of fans here recommended me something….a sweet, maybe-uh….something called Ros-roso-”

“Rosogolla. It's a sweet which is a specialty of my state. You have to try it. Tell me something, did you try the Vada Pav, considering you had a con in Mumbai?”

“Vada-what?”

“Vada Pav. You didn't try that? Really? Not even Jared?”

“No because we were always on the go go go and finally tonight we got some time off since Kolkata is our last pit stop before I have to fly back to Texas,” Jensen replied.

The night went on as you two got to know each other better. Your cheeks had started to hurt by how much you were smiling at his words. You were quite surprised at how well Jensen handled the food at first but you completely lost when he reached for the glass of water as soon as he had taken one bite of the chicken dish.

“Son of a bitch, why is this so damn spicy?” He jad exclaimed, making you burst out in laughter.

The rest of the night was filled with conversations about casual subjects about friends, family and work life. You didn't even realise how the time flew by and the time with him came to an end. As you two were leaving the restaurant, Jensen took your hand into his, entangling your fingers with his.

The car ride was filled with silence except the occasional small talk between you and Jensen. After sometime, the car came to a halt in front of your house.

“I am flying back tomorrow morning,” he whispered as you approached your house.

“I enjoyed a lot tonight Jensen. Thank you.”

“No thank you. You made this weekend a really special one,” he smiled, making you blush and look down to the ground. He put a finger under your chin, prompting you to look up at him.

“Can I?” He asked and you nodded.

He cupped your face with his hands and tilted his head, slowly leaning into you. He pressed his lips onto yours. The kiss was slow and passionate and he took his sweet time to explore your mouth. You gripped onto his biceps to keep yourself steady. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself get lost in the kiss. Growing up in an Indian household meant you had strict parents and a nonexistent dating life. You always used to dream about that perfect man in your life, the perfect date, the perfect kiss - would it it be like the scene from your favourite Bollywood movie “Jab We Met” when Geet realises her love for Aditya and runs after him to profess her love or would it be like the last scene from “Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge” where Simran gets the happy ending with Raj?

But that moment, at your doorstep, when your lips met with Jensen's, all those thoughts had left your mind because now you knew everything - the perfect man, the perfect date and the perfect kiss.

“Hi,” you said as he finally let go of your lips. Caressing your cheek with his thumb, he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“I want to make this work, Y/N/N,” Jensen spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

“But you will be in Texas and Vancouver, I will be in India. How- ”

“Long distance sucks but….come to the US with me,” he said.

“W-what?” You asked, slightly surprised at his wish, “I have my whole life here, Jay. I can't move to the US just like that. It's not a change between two cities. It's literally a change between two countries.”

“Yeah, yeah I get it. I-I shouldn't have made such a stupid suggestion.”

“No. It's not stupid. I just need some time before I move to America. I can't move there immediately.” You said.

“Till then we will try to make this long distance thing work. I am willing to try if you are, sweetheart,” he said.

“I am,” you said and gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Come to the airport with me tomorrow. I wanna see you again before I fly back,” he said, “I'll pick you up on the way to the airport.”

“Okay but-”

“Nuh-uh.”

“I was gonna say what will happen if you get lost on the way to your airport?” You asked with a straight face.

“I am never gonna live that one down, am I?” Jensen grumbled before laughing loudly.

“Nope,” you giggled.

“I am kinda glad I got lost. I found you,” he said, dipping his head to kiss you again.

“I think you should go now. You have an early flight. I don't want you to miss it,” you mumbled.

“What if I want to miss it?” The actor asked.

“Jay,” you frowned.

“Fine. I just don't want to let go of….this moment.”

“Hey you said it yourself. We'll work through this,” you tried to assure even though your own heart was breaking at the thought of him flying back to Texas. He gave you a quick kiss before making his way back to the car, leaving you standing at your doorstep. You stood there till you couldn't see the car anymore. You felt your phone buzz in your hand and you saw a text from Jensen about when he would pick you up the next day and a good night.

You felt yourself getting teared up. Being in a long distance relationship sucks. It was going to be a tough thing for both of you but you were both willing to work through it and maybe it wouldn't prove to be so hard.

“We'll make it work,” you whispered to yourself while standing at the doorstep like a mantra just like you whispered to Jensen the next day at the airport, as he kissed you one last time.

“I think I'm falling for you,” he whispered back, bumping his nose with yours.

“I am falling for you too, Jay,” you said, your hand fondling his shirt collar.

“Ackles!” The said man looked up and saw his best friend, Jared beckoning to him.

“Call me when you reach Texas,” you said.

“I will,” he said, “Goodbye, sweetheart.”

“Goodbye, Jay,” you said, your voice strained as you tried to keep your tears at bay. You watched as he walked with the other actors, glancing back at you one last time. You smiled at him and waved him a goodbye.

“I think I love you,” you whispered, sighing aloud as he turned around the corner and disappeared. You knew the con weekend would be the best experience in your life but you could have never guessed that it would change your life entirely. Life surely is unpredictable, isn't it?

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Photo Ready: Taika Waititi

You watch Taika have a photo shoot for press on the upcoming movie and you laugh to yourself quietly. Taika says, “Y/N, you should join me.”

You look up quickly and say, “I’m not sure about that.”

Taika crosses his arms while doing a little dance moving closer to you and asks, “May you take these photos with me m’lady?”

You chuckle and say, “Only some Taika!!”

He smiles and says, “Perfect!! Give my fellow lady her wardrobe!!”

You look and see assistants with a gorgeous black dress. You smile at it and go with the assistants. They do your hair, makeup, and tidy you up in your dress and heels. You look in the mirror and look amazed by how amazing you look. The makeup artist says, “You look stunning Y/N.”

You smile and say “Thank you so much.”

She smiles and you walk out with the assistance of the assistants. Taika looks at you and says, “Wow Y/N, you look absolutely beautiful.”

You blush and say, “Thank you Taika.”

He reaches his hand out for you and you grab his hand. The photographer asks for you guys to pose looking out into the distance together and Taika holds you in his arms. Taika asks, “Is this okay?”

The photographer nods and Taika asks, “Y/N, are you okay with the pose?”

You say, “Yeah, Ofcourse.”

Taika smiles while staring in your eyes and proceeds to be prepared for the photos. You move close to him and you both look into the distance facing the camera. The photographer says, “Y/N, you’re a natural with the camera. I’m impressed.”

You say, “Thank you.”

You look back to see Taika looking at you and you’re in disbelief how much he seems to be enjoying this. You smile at him and you guys continue to pose. There’s a pose where he picks you up bridal style and you both make surprised faces. When the photoshop runs is over you both review the photos and the photographer asks, “which two would you Ike to choose for editorial?”

Taika chooses bridal style and then asks you, “Y/N , which one would you like?”

You smile at him and say “the one of the both of our faces close to one another smiling big.”

Taika looks at you and says, “ I love that one too.”

You realize you both have that deep and emotional stare again and snaps out of it. You speed walk and take off your makeup and dress. You dress up in your sweats and t-shirt and when you’re walking out when you bump into Taika. Taika says, “Hey Y/N.”

You say “Hey Taika.”

Taika asks, “May I talk to you quickly?”

You say, “Yeah Ofcourse. Come in.”

Taika asks, “How do you fee about all of this?”

You say, “It was a little intense but the photo shoot was fun.”

Taika then asks, “How do you feel about THIS?”

You say, “I don’t know Taika. I thought you always only saw me the friend that you make movies with.”

Taika says, “ You are always overshadowed by me when you put in so much creativity into the movies we do together. I want you to be in my life.You have always been my friend but I think I feel something more for you.”

You look flustered and say, “Taika, there’s no need to lie.” 

You look at Taika and he is still serious. You walk up closely to Taika and leans his forehead against yours. You both pull apart and stand quietly staring at one another and you lock the door. You turn off the lights and kiss Taika.

Taika pulls you closer and he pulls off his shirt and so do you. You both become intense when Taika says, “ Wait, I want this to be special. We shouldn’t do this here. I want you to be special.”

You say, “I agree.” 

You both put on your shirts and turn on the lights. You laugh and Taika asks, “What happened?”

You say, “ Turn around.”

Taika turns around and sees his hair as a fluffy mess. He laughs and fixes it. He turns around back to you and runs to you and holds you in his arms. He pecks your lips and says, “ I would like to bring you on an amazing magical date.”

You smile and says, “ Ye-”

Taika asks, “ Y/N Y/L/N, May you be my date to a magical night of wine and more in Italy?”

You giggle and say,” Yes, I would love to Taika.”

He raises you hand in his and kisses it.

Taika caresses your face and kisses you passionately. You kiss him back and say, “ I’ll see you at the Oscars.”

Taika asks, “Would you do the honors of being be my date this year?”

You nod and you both admire one another and finally let go. Taika says, “I can’t wait to see you. I’ll pick you up around 7. Bye Y/N”

You say, “Sounds like a plan. Bye Taika.”

10 months later...

You and Taika sit in the car and finally make it to the Oscars. Taika gets out as the cameras flash and opens the door for you and grabs your hand to help you out. The cameras flash brighter and more quickly. You dazzle them while you are in a ruby red shiny gown, heels, hair in a side part, red lips and deep eye look. Taika has his black suit on

You both walk on the carpet together and the paparazzi can’t help but to be in awe as they stare at how amazing you and Taika look. You and Taika smile at one another and at the cameras. You both do interviews on the carpet and during one interview the interviewer asks, “ Are you both fueling the speculation about the dating rumors when it comes to the both of you?”

Taika says, “ We’re not confirming or defusing any rumors. Letting others try to figure out the status is the most amazing part.” 

You all laugh and finish this last interview before taking seats for the show. While enjoying the Oscars they reach the category of the film Taika and you were apart of making. “For best adapted screenplay the Oscar goes to...”

Taika holds your hand and lightly squeezes. You put your other hand on top of his and smile at him to calm him down.

“JoJo Rabbit!!”

Taika gets up and you get up and he kisses your cheek. You tell him, “I’ll stay here”

Taika asks, “Are you sure my love?”

You nod and he pecks your lips and rushes to the stage.

He takes the award and gives a firm handshake to the one giving the award as the crowd is clapping loud and says, “Thank you all that voted for this movie. I am honored to have such an award for a film including me involved. This is really great, and i dedicate this to my wonderful fans, production and crew and everyone that has worked very hard to make this possible. I would give to a special thank you to someone that many may know about. Y/N Y/L/N played a huge role in this movie and in my life in general. Y/N this award goes to you too. Thank you for being the creative master that you are and one of the most amazing things to touch my heart. She’s put in a lot of work into the organization of the film and I would like to thank you. Thank you Y/N, you’re one of the most amazing partners and an amazing girlfriend that I couldn’t be anymore thankful for to be in my life. I love you, my sparkle daze. Thank you all again!!”

You tear up in the eyes and he takes his seat back next to you and kisses you again. You both smile and after the show is over you are both given congrats and great conversation. The paparazzi takes more photos of the both of you and doing more interviews.

2 years later...

You and Taika pose for Vogue magazine as an engaged couple. You both smile and you say, “These were the actions we ignited our romance doing and now we’re engaged.”

Taika smiles and says, “ I wouldn’t rather it any other way.”

You both continue to pose and this last photo of the both of you kissing while dancing and smiling in Italy...

THE END 

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Just a Simple Lie

Chapter 1

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Description: Having worked on small independent films for the better part of a decade, your friend tells you about an opening for a script supervisor with a large studio. Wanting to advance your career, you apply and get an interview. The only downside, they prefer to hire crew who are married. It’s just a simple lie, right?

A/N: This fic is simply for fun. I know nothing about the personal lives of the two actors in this series and mean no harm. I am also totally guessing regarding the studio talk. This particular chapter is Chris light as it’s mainly a getting to know the reader. Chapters going forward will be heavy on the Chris aspect. Comments, reblogs, and likes are always welcome. Tag list is open, please send me an ask.

“Do you have the ring?”

“Of course, I have the ring.” You let out a frustrated breath. “This is so silly.”

Joanna chuckles over the line. “Where did you manage to get a ring from anyway?”

“It’s my grandmother’s. I feel like I’m majorly disrespecting her by wearing it when I’m not even engaged. Not to mention I’ve been single for-ev-er.” You drawl out.

“Breathe babe. Just breathe.” She says softly.

You inhale deeply and exhale it slowly.

“Maybe don’t do that directly into the phone.” She laughs again.

“Joanna Elizabeth.” You growl. “Why am I doing this?” You ask catching a glimpse of your reflection in the review mirror. Running a hand through your hair, you see the diamond engagement ring on your left finger. It feels so foreign, even stranger seeing it.

“Because this is a great opportunity to advance your career. Stone Lite is a major studio, Y/N. You can’t keep working on those student films.”

“Hey! I worked on a couple of independent movies. One even showed at Sundance.” You defend.

“And that’s awesome. Really. But this could be your big in. You’ve been doing this, what, for ten years?”

She was right. Ten years and the majority of your income came from student funded films and slinging beers three nights a week.

“And by your silence, you know I am right.”

Smug bitch.

“Ahuh.” You sigh.

“Look, I know it’s not right, but if this increases your chances of getting hired, just wear the damn ring.” Joanna huffs out.

“Easy for you to say, oh, wise married one.”

Joanna previously worked for Stone Lite Studios before moving on to Sony. It was a well-known amongst the employees that if you wanted to get hired for any position that put you in direct contact with any of the actors, you needed to be married. The studio was concerned with fan girls and fan boys. As if adults couldn’t control their urges and not make unwanted advances. Not to mention, married or not, some people still have affairs. Now granted, not every person there was married, but you had a greater advantage to get the job if you were. Right or wrong.

You drew the line at saying you were actually married and settled on being engaged. Not wanting to worry about details like how you kept your last name and lying on the tax forms you’d have to fill out. Even though you’ve only worked on small projects, Hollywood was surprisingly small when it came to the industry. It would be a lot harder to explain a sudden husband versus a fiancé. With Joanna’s agreement, you took your grandmother’s engagement ring from your jewelry box and slipped it on your finger.

“I’m just saying, give it a shot and see where this goes.” She reasoned.

“You’re right. You’re right. I better go in anyway. There’s a golf cart that keeps circling around the lot. They’re probably getting suspicious as to why I’m still in my car.”

She let out a chuckle. “They’re going to give you a ride to the offices. Welcome to the big leagues baby.”

 “Ms. Y/L/N, may I call you Y/N? Barbara Floyd, the interviewer and also the production manager asked.

The two of you had already gone over your previous crew history where you held a variety of positions including editor, grip, writer, and even wardrobe. On a whim, you took a script supervisor position on an independent short and really enjoyed it. The next job you took was on full length film in the same position, that’s when you decided that’s where your passion lied. Despite the copious amount of responsibility and that often brought on your anxiety, you loved the challenge.

“Of course, Mrs. Floyd.”

Her eyes went directly to your left hand. “That’s a beautiful ring.” She says.

Here we go.

“Thank you.” You stick your hand out for added affect.

“When’s the wedding?” She asks.

“Next year. We have a lot of out of town family. We just want to make sure they have time to arrange travel.”

Look at me lie. Maybe I should have tried acting.

“I’m sure it will be lovely.” She replies with a wide smile. “I’d like to introduce you to a few people. Please come with me.”

You received a contract via e-mail later that evening. They were bringing you on for one film with the option of three additional films after production. Granted, that’s if you didn’t mess up. Joanna was right, this is the big leagues. If you could make it through the next three to four months, you’d have a long term contract with a major studio.

The next day you received the script. Winter’s Sin was the working title. Whether or not the title would stick was anyone’s guess. You had worked with a few well-known actors, but more of the B list variety. Wonderfully talented actors, but they just didn’t get the parts or the recognition they often deserved. This film had a couple of big names, Keanu Reeves and Chris Evans to be exact. Maggie Jessup was this year’s it girl and rumor had it, this movie was going to launch her into stardom. Generally, you didn’t get star struck, but this was Keanu Reeves! You first fell in love with him when you saw Speed. And again, when you watched The Lake House. Too bad you were technically “engaged”.

Pre-production was set to start next week. This week would be spent going over the script a few times and creating notes. Some wouldn’t consider it the fun part of the job, but you loved diving into a script before it was brought to life. It was also a bonus that you generally liked the script. It was sort of a weepy drama with a love story tied in. But the main plot was between two friends, Milo played by Keanu and William played by Chris. You stayed up half the night and made it almost all the way through. To say you were invested was an understatement.

You read through the script twice more over the next few days and felt ready. Next week you would meet with wardrobe and the writers. The cast would be fitted and you would take photos for your own personal files to make sure styles remain the same for the shoot. Of course, this could all change the day shooting begins which is why you needed to be on your A game and get all the drinking out of the way tonight. You’d have Sunday to recover before starting at the studio on Monday.

 Laurel Tavern wasn’t necessarily your favorite bar, but it had become the place to get a bite to eat and a few drinks. It was also the most centrally located place for you and your friends to meet. Joanna and her husband Ian picked you up on the way, knowing you wanted to drink to excess. The three of you along with Travis and Jemma were celebrating your new job tonight. The five of you often found reasons to celebrate whether it was finding a twenty dollar bill on the side of the road, not getting fired from a particular job you’ve been slacking at, for the record, that was Travis, or getting a full eight hours of sleep. Tonight, was really worth celebrating.

“What do you want girl?” Joanna asked, getting up from your usual booth. “First rounds on me. If you’re nice, I might even buy you a second.” She throws you a wink.

“Ummm. I’d like a margarita, hold the margarita.” You say in all seriousness.

“Tequila. Got it.”  She says before turning away and heading to the bar.

“Extra limes.” You shout.

She waves her hand behind her head, not bothering to spare your table a look.

Travis joins your booth, a couple of pints of beer in hand. “Here, I brought you one.” Setting a pint of golden goodness in front of you.

You lean over kissing his cheek. “I feel so special.” You coo.

Travis wormed his way into your life seven years ago. He was a senior in college at the time, tall and lanky with hair that stuck out from under his hat. He was filming his final project before graduation. The two of you had a mutual friend in common, Jemma, who was an ex-girlfriend of Travis, how they stayed friends, was beyond you. You helped with directing, a little bit of script management, and even filled in for makeup on a few days. Anything to help a friend of a friend. Travis became your pseudo little brother, well, a brother that you kissed once. You had just broken up with Chad, never date a guy name Chad. Anyway, you had just broken up with Chad and were feeling down in the dumps about yourself. He fed you some bullshit about never being there for him when he needed you. You got angry, he got angry, and then he told you that you weren’t hot enough for him. Yep, Chad was a douche. Travis invited you over, feed you pizza and a ton of beers, then you kissed. He wasn’t a bad kisser, but it felt weird. He was five years younger than you, but it wasn’t just that, he was too much like a brother. The two of you agreed that it was a mistake and never brought it up again. Not even Jemma knew.

The five of you munched on burgers and grilled cheese sandwiches. Jemma bought you a margarita, even after you told her you just wanted the tequila. Her motive was to mooch some of the beverage off of you.

“I don’t want all of the calories. I just want to try it.” She grins. Big rosy cheeks and wild blonde hair. Her British accent on full affect after already consuming a few shots herself. She had lived in the United States most of her life, but when she drank, the accent became heavier.

She grabs your drink, taking a hold of the straw and consumes half of it in one go. If you didn’t love her, you would have ditched her years ago.

Pushing Ian out of the booth, you get up on wobbly feet and make the long twenty foot journey to the bar. “I’ll get my tequila myself. Thank you very much.” You tell the table.

 It’s after midnight by the time you’re dropped off. Running a makeup remover cloth over your face and stripping down to a cami, you call it good enough and crawl into your cozy bed.

 After a pit stop at Starbucks, you make it to the studio an hour earlier than you need to be. After parking in Timbuctoo, you graciously accept the golf cart ride from security.

One of the admins directs you to a small office down a long hallway with similar offices. There’s a laptop computer, various pens and notepads on the desk. You unpack a small plant you picked up yesterday after you dragged your hungover self out of bed and to the grocery store for food. There was no window in your office which you figured; a little greenery would liven the place up, literally.

 An hour later, one of the producers, David, came by to introduce himself and walk you around the grounds and through the soundstage you’d be shooting on. Filming would take place on the soundstage for a little more than a month. Then everyone would move the whole operation to Vancouver. The movie was called Winter’s Sin after all and there wasn’t a whole lot of winter in Los Angeles.

Before stopping back in your office, David popped into the office across from yours. He knocked while walking in, apparently already comfortable with the occupant.

“Hey Monica. I want you to meet Y/N. She’s the assistant script supervisor I was telling you about.”

Assistant? What?

Monica got up from her chair to greet you. You plastered on a smile and stuck out your hand. She was around your age and seriously gorgeous. Beautiful thick brown hair with a touch of caramel highlights that hung just above her chest.  

“Hi, Y/N. I’m looking forward to working with you. Would love to hear some of your ideas.”

“Same.”

What could you say? You weren’t told that you were an assistant script supervisor, you thought you had the position. Apparently, it was a shared position.

“Y/N will be working primarily with Chris and Keanu.”

Whoa. Well, at least there’s that.

Monica scoffs. “Really?”

Your eyes automatically go to her left hand. No ring. Of course.

“Yes, really. You’ve got Maggie. I think she can really flourish under your direction. Not to mention you have Hector, Tim, Daisy and Joe.

After the awkward exchange, you traded cellphone numbers with her and made plans to meet after the first read through with the cast.

Walking across the way into the safety of your office, you figured you might as well ask.

“I wasn’t aware that I was being hired on as an assistant script supervisor.”

David ran a hand down his face. “Y/N, listen. This is your first big film; you need to walk before you can run. Alright? If this goes well, you’ll probably get hired on as the lead.”

“Okay.” You sighed out

“Alright, I’ll see you later. Meeting at three on the soundstage.”

“Got it.” You replied, plopping yourself down in the desk chair.

David peeks his head back into your office. “You’ve got some visitors.”

“Thanks.” You call out, standing back up and pulling your door open wider.

Your heart stopped. At least you were pretty sure it did. Keanu and Chris were both in front of you. Yes, you were there to film a movie, but this felt like a freaking movie. The two of them, side by side, grins on their faces. Keanu’s hand outstretched while Chris’ hands were snugly in the front pockets of his jeans.

“Y/N, pleasure to meet you. I’m Keanu.”

You accept his hand but your pretty much speechless. You may have muttered “hi” but you can’t be sure. Sensing your nervousness, he gives you a smile and releases your hand. He looks to Chris and they exchange a silent conversation. Chris steps forward offering you his hand and once again you can’t breathe.

Has he always been this attractive? Apparently, I haven’t watched enough Avengers movies.

His hair’s a bit longer than what you remember from the one or two movies you’ve seen. He’s also sporting a full beard. Definitely something he can pull off.

You mentally slap yourself and pull your hand from his after you realize you hadn’t said anything.

“Um. Sorry. Haven’t had enough caffeine today. It’s nice to meet you both. I look forward to working with you on this shoot.”

“Nice plant.” Keanu says, pointing at the fern taking up the front corner of your desk.

You giggle. Like actually let out a giggle and you’re pretty sure your cheeks are flushed.

You’re a professional. Get your shit together.

“Well, you know?” Shrugging your shoulders. “Need to green the space up a bit.’

Chris nods his head and offers a closed mouth smile.

“Well, we won’t take up all your time. Just wanted to say hello.”

“Hello.” You reply with a wave.

Why am I so awkward?!

They both chuckle and Chris waves back at you.

Tomorrow you wouldn’t be so starstruck. These are just two men that you work with. Who cares that they both seem nice and are dangerously attractive? You’re an “engaged” woman who is also a professional. You can do this.

Yeah. I can do this.

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Red Wolf

Summary: Ylva daughter of Thorsten the smith of their settlement has declared her of marriageable age. The contract had been struck between him and Bjørn Njalsson the skillful carpenter and former warrior of the settlement. His only daughter would be protected and future secured, now to actually tell her.

Ylva = female wolf  Njalsson = Great Bjørn = Bear

Part 1

“Ylva my little wolf please consider the prospects of such a union,” Thorsten pleaded with his youngest and only daughter as they sat at for their dinner. 

Ylva held a sigh as she pushed the bread about her bowl of stew. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to marry. Her reluctance came from something else...

“It has been five years since the loss of the lady Ingrid,” she said trying with all her might to remain calm, “Five years of being on his own and five years without a woman by his side.”

Thorsten sighed at this and nodded for he knew it was true.

It had been five long years since the death of the wood carver’s wife, many in the towns had speculated that it was a jilted lover who killed her for choosing the carver over him. Other, the more kindly of neighbors thought something more real...and close to home had occurred. Burning questions and gossip had gone rampant back home about it, about him. It had driven her to near madness how they treated the normal stoic yet kind soul that is Bjørn Bergman. 

“Maybe he knows it’s time for a second chance,” her father reassured her, “He will be a good match for you.”

Ylva nodded hoping to be convincing before sighing in relief that her father bought the act. 

‘It has nothing to do with him that is the problem,’ she thought as she continued eating, ‘I will be the problem. I will be a burden to him as a young wife, I may be young but I am far from a fool. I fear the ghost of his beloved will haunt me till I join my kin in Valhalla.’

Ylva was not expecting a warm welcome when she went to meet him officially the following day. Her father insisted on arriving at Bjørn’s home near the sea early, insisting that punctuality was important. That it showed they were people of their word when they made it. She’d have believed him but knew that appearing in a man’s home unannounced whether they would be going anyway or not is not a good way to make a good impression. 

Upon arrival to the sea side road Ylva marveled at the sight. It is like the best of both worlds to her the sea on one side and the forest on the other, both resources needed to survive. Arriving at the homestead, she saw the one story home and nearly gasped at how lovely it is. Single floored home with space for both a garden and small animal pen, the home itself looked big enough to house a family of four. It wasn’t a long house like those back home but it had an appeal she wouldn’t mind calling home. 

The closer they got, Ylva saw her betrothed to be on sheer size alone. His height astounded her! She’d heard he is the tallest of the men in their settlement but had not believed it until she saw him. A side view provided her with some details on his physicality. Dark hair cut short close to his scalp, equally dark eyes (from what little she could see) and a dark beard streaked with grey gave him a distinguished look without making him look old. It did make her wonder what he looked like underneath all that hair.

“Greetings friend!” Her father called out as he rode to the gate of the yard. 

Bjørn turned to face him and gave a half grin and nod in greeting. 

Ylva gave a small nod and grin in greeting before dismounting her horse.  

“Welcome,” Bjørn said with a kind grin on his face as he walked over. 

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with us,” her Thorsten said, “Forgive the early arrival, the day’s orders can be put on hold for so long.”

Bjørn nodded in understanding at this and motioned for them to enter his home. 

“This is my daughter Ylva,” he introduced before they went in. 

Ylva felt the taller man’s gaze on her and she met it head on, not in challenge but showing that she was not afraid. Ylva knew he’d seen battle just as she had and she wouldn't take anything less than what she deserves. She can be patient and all the qualities a good wife is and should be. However she will not be cowed for being female.

Bjørn looked at her appreciatively, liking the hidden strength he saw in her blue eyes. 

“Welcome,” he said with a kind grin nodding them to enter his home. 

Inside, Ylva saw his shield and sword and marveled, she isn’t short by any means but that sword could have dwarfed her. She was impressed, very impressed. His prospects were looking more than incredible. 

She gave opted to explore the woods behind his home affording the men time to discuss the marriage contract.

In her explorations, she took the time to center herself and really think about what it would be like to be married. If you’d asked her if she was looking forward to it she’d have said yes...that is if the identity of her suitor was not revealed. It has nothing to do with Bjørn himself either. He’s a widower, all in town knew how he’d adored his late wife. Raven haired and crystalline blue eyes. 

She’d heard talk around their settlement of the late of Astrid the Raven. How she fought bravely and married an equally brave and strong fighter. Her reluctance in marrying Bjørn stems from her own insecurities, he may grow to like her yes but he’d never lover her as a man loves a woman. 

Ylva shook herself away from those thoughts, sending a prayer of thanks to the gods for just giving her the chance and honor to be the wife of such a great warrior. She is optimistically hopeful for there to be mutual affection between them even if it is just to alleviate sexual tension. Even if it was a bad idea to hope for more.

On her way back to the house, she saw her father and Bjørn shaking hands and nodding at each other. Ylva could see that they’d come to an agreement, this was confirmed when her father called for her, “Ylva!”

Ylva approached the men hoping her appearance looked passive. 

“Yes father,” she said with a small grin. 

Your father looked on you fondly and explained how all would go now that the final negotiations have been made and approved of by not only both parties but by her as well and a date was set for the last Friday of the month for all preparations to take place. 

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“He’s coming to meet you,” your father said as he followed you about your home not a week after your meeting with Bjørn, “You need to be ready.”

Ylva rolled her eyes as she took the rolls of fire wood she’d gathered earlier in the day and taking it to the smithy where her father worked. 

“I know father,” she said trying not to sound as exasperated as she felt with him anxiously following her around, “But not so soon that I cannot finish my morning chores.”

Thorsten eve her a peaked look but left her be going to the shop to see what needed mending or who needed their orders filled. 

Ylva breathed a sigh of relief and followed with the wood before rinsing her hands in some water and getting started on the dinner they would eat that day. This would have to be the best thing she’d need to make to see if Bjørn sees her as a good cook. This would be the first time he’d be visiting with them in their home, first impressions were everything and all she could hope for that he saw she keeps her father’s home in order enough to approve of her leading his home. 

She is but isn’t nervous of the coming visit. She approves of him and from her father had told her of their meeting alone, Bjørn had approved of her as well.

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Word Count: 2812

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Drug use, addiction, violence, stalking, PTSD, panic attacks, emotional abuse, gaslighting

A/N: This takes place within 1 week of the initial drug overdose. Beta’d by @deanssweetheart23 and @spnskinnyballs

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Anon Requested: For stpb timestamps could you maybe dive more into the readers family? Like her parents and siblings and stuff? It always kinda stuck out to me that when all of this was going on her family never really got involved. 

“Y/N, I heard you had a bit of a rough night.” You sat tucked into the corner of the couch in Dr. Katz’s office, staring at your shoes, picking your cuticles. Your knuckles still wore the bruises and blood stains from the night before. All you could do was nod, not making eye contact. “Jensen emailed me early this morning. He said you were quite intoxicated last night.”

“Yeah.”

“So you remember, then?”

“I do,” you sniffled and found another interesting spot in the carpeting to look at, not wanting to make any kind of eye contact at all.

“What happened to your knuckles? Did you fight with him?” Dr. Katz was so patient and kind with you, the sort of patience and kindness you absolutely didn’t deserve with all your relapses and fuckups. “I can’t imagine you’d get violent with him even in an altered state, and he didn’t mention -”

“No! No.” You shook your head, finally making eye contact. “The wall bore the brunt of it. Then Jensen’s boxing pads. I was already high and super drunk by the time he got home.” You hesitated, not sure if you wanted to relive yesterday or not, but you knew you had to. “Something happened and I handled it badly. Again.”

Dr. Katz furrowed his brows with concern. “With Eli and the case or -”

“No, I wish,” you laughed humorlessly.

Your scenes had finished early in the day, you’d been filming from 4am to 4pm. Jensen on the other hand had night scenes to shoot. You wanted to stay, to drive home together when he was done, but he wouldn’t hear of it. “Go back to the apartment, get some food, try to get some sleep,” he murmured from behind you, his arms wrapped around your middle, kissing right under your ear.

“Jay, I can’t sleep withou -”

“Try. For me? You didn’t sleep well last night either and I know you’re exhausted. Just...take a shower or a bath. Crawl in bed. Read. Watch TV. Listen to music. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

You reluctantly agreed, allowing Clif to drop you off at home. You decided on a shower, some food, then you made yourself comfortable on the couch with a pile of unopened fan mail to read. It was something you always liked to do, even before all the drama in your life unfolded. But now it was even more cathartic. So many people sent well wishes, cards, gifts, or just offered up stories of their own. Taking the time to sit down and read through them all did genuinely seem to help, at least a little.

By the time you made it to the middle of the stack, you’d worked up a good rhythm. You weren’t really looking at the envelopes as you tore into them, if you had, you never would’ve opened this one.

You knew the perfectly crafted cursive as soon as you unfolded the paper, but it was too late to stop yourself from reading. “Dad…” you murmured, scanning the page.

Y/N,

A few reporters have stopped by recently wanting to know how I feel about you being attacked and your problems with drugs. I tell them they’re mistaken. I don’t have a daughter. I never did.

I can’t help but say I’m not surprised. You’ve always flaunted yourself like a slut. What happened, Y/N? A man finally took interest and you turned him down? Played hard to get and he didn’t like your games so he beat you half to death? So now you’re a drug addict to make yourself look like a victim? But that’s you isn’t it? Always a victim.

That Justin or Jason guy is only with you for a good lay and to make himself look good for his career. You know it, too. What could possibly look better than taking such good care of the fragile, broken little girl in times like these? He’ll be a hero.

I hope the next I hear about you is that you OD’d again and they’re planning your funeral. I’ll show up to that. Just to make sure.

Y/D/N

You watched as Dr. Katz read the crumpled up letter from your father. His face contorted in ways that often looked as though he may cry. “This is horrific, Y/N, there’s no denying that. I understand how it would’ve triggered you.”

You swallowed hard and nodded. “After that...it was like...I wasn’t in the driver’s seat of my own body, ya know?” Dr. Katz nodded, gesturing for you to continue. “I could see what I was doing but it was like...I wasn’t the one doing it. I lost control completely. I lost chunks of time. I don’t remember taking any kind of control back until Jensen got home and by then...I was too far gone.”

Jensen walked in quietly, not wanting to disturb you if by some miracle you had been sleeping peacefully. As soon as he walked in he knew everything was terribly wrong. From the drug residue and empty whiskey bottle next to a letter on the table, to the banging and shrieking coming from the bedroom. He ran to the note first, assuming it was from Eli, but once he read it his heart clenched in his chest.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmured to himself, running to the bedroom to find you with glassy, bloodshot eyes, completely drunk and high, a total wreck, punching the wall as hard as you could over and over with both fists. Your knuckles had already split, blood starting to trickle down your hands.

He ran to you, pulling you away from the wall to stop you from rebreaking your arm. “Stop. Y/N, look at me! Focus on me.” He spun you around in his arms and you squirmed, breaking free and slammed your fist back into the wall.

You heard him rustling around while you continued to pour out every bit of frustration onto the wall, until finally he started yelling to get your attention. “You wanna hit something, huh?” Jensen yelled. “Come on, hit me!”

You turned in shock, only to find him standing there holding up his boxing pads. “Come on, baby. Get it out!” You took a messy swing, in your state you had zero aim. He compensated for you, moving the pads up to meet your fists. You kept swinging, faster and faster, harder and harder, until you couldn’t anymore. You sank to your hands and knees, covered in sweat and tears, completely spent.

Jensen tossed the pads across the room, kneeling down on the ground in front of you, taking you in his arms and pulling you into his lap, your face resting in the crook of his neck while he held you. “You know none of what he said is true, right? I’m not here for publicity or any of that shit. I’m here because I fucking love you.”

Every fiber of your being wanted to believe him, but your father had planted seeds of doubt. Just like he’d done your entire life. All you did was let out a pathetic whimper into Jensen’s neck, letting more tears stream from your eyes, soaking his skin.  

“You wanna talk about it? I know you don’t talk about your family at all and I’m not forcing you to. Just...if you want to…” A violent head shake from you was all the answer Jensen needed to scoop you up and slide up into the bed, resting his back against the headboard and just holding you there while you cried yourself to sleep. Your warm breaths tickling his neck giving him reassurance you hadn’t overdosed, that he’d made it home in time to stop this crisis. He still couldn’t help but wonder what could’ve gone so terribly wrong in your life to make your own father treat you so badly, and if you’d ever have enough trust in him to tell him.

“Y/N, I know you don’t want to, but I think we need to discuss your family if you want to truly start healing.” Dr. Katz said and you swallowed hard, balling your hands into fists. “Now, before we do that, I want to tell you one thing. Jensen is here. He wants to be a part of this if you want him to be. If you don’t then he’ll stay in the waiting room or leave, whatever you want. It’s about you.”

“Jensen’s here?”

“He is.” Dr. Katz nodded. “He wants you to feel safe but he wants to know what happened in your life. He wants to know you better and he says you always run from the subject so if you’d rather tell him here with me then he’ll do that.”

You sat in silence for several minutes, chewing your lip and staring at the floor, picking at your cuticles. You finally got up and walked to the door. Dr. Katz didn’t make a move, waiting to see what you were about to do. “Jensen.” You said it so quietly Jensen barely heard you but turned his head in surprise. “Come on.” You invited him in, holding the door open while he walked in and took a seat. You took your usual seat and Jensen scooted closer, gauging your reaction. He moved even closer when you reached a hand out, lacing it with his and squeezing.

“My parents were...by my dad’s account...super in love,” you started, looking at the hole in your jeans, moving your free hand to play with the threads. “My mom wanted kids so badly. My dad didn’t. He said kids are burdens, leeches, all kinds of things. But for her, he’d have a kid. Me.” Jensen squeezed your hand a little tighter as you spoke, your voice breaking as you continued. “She died 3 days after I was born. Pulmonary embolism. They said it was caused from labor and delivery so...my fault. I killed her. At least that’s what I’ve been told my whole life.” A tear rolled down your cheek and Jensen wiped it away.

“You didn’t kill her, Y/N,” Dr. Katz interjected, “you do realize that, don’t you? There was nothing you could have done. Sometimes these things just happen.”

“Logically, yes. Emotionally, not always,” you sighed, letting all that weight off your chest. “My mom didn’t really have family so I got bounced around from place to place. Sometimes my dad kept me, sometimes he sent me to live in group homes or wherever. He used to throw me into homes for violent and emotionally unstable youth when I wasn’t really either one, so I used to get beat up a lot…”

“Y/N…” Jensen started and froze, swallowing thickly. “Did he ever...I don’t know how to ask you this…”

“Sell me?” You questioned and Jensen nodded. “No, shockingly he didn’t.” You heard the sigh of relief from Jensen immediately after you answered. “He said I wasn’t good enough to sell. Wouldn’t go for high enough.” Jensen tensed at that, if you’d been looking at him you could imagine his jaw clenching at your words. If he ever saw your father you were certain he’d try to kill him.

“You managed to leave.” Dr. Katz cut in. “Tell me about that.”

“I filed for emancipation at 16 and I won. I graduated early, got my passport and I came to Vancouver. Never looked back.” You finally looked up, still not making eye contact with Jensen but looking at Dr. Katz instead.

“That took strength.” Dr. Katz smiled softly. “I know you don’t think or realize that but not a lot of young people in that position could have taken those steps on their own. To get to where you are, become who you’ve become despite your circumstances, that’s no small accomplishment.”

“I - I understand,” you stuttered. You wanted nothing more than to make it through this session. You couldn’t break down in front of Jensen. Not again. You had to get through this so you could make it home to let all the tears flow like you wanted. “I normally have no contact. He doesn’t have any of my contact information. The only one he has is my fan mail address because it’s public and of course my social media accounts if he chose to use the internet. He was never too tech savvy so I doubt he does. I normally recognize his writing and throw out the letters he sends but I was in a zone and I ripped it open and I never should’ve read it and I fucked everything up -” You started to talk faster and faster, your breathing picked up speed, you were spiraling, blaming yourself. Not here, Y/N. Not now.

“Y/N. Focus.” Dr. Katz was calm, reassuring. Jensen squeezed your hand tight, an attempt to ground you to something solid and real, but he stayed silent, not wanting to interrupt your therapist. Dr. Katz watched as Jensen calmed you without a single word. A squeeze of his hand, a lingering kiss to your temple and the panic started to subside. “You handled a bad situation in an unhealthy way. That doesn’t make you a bad person. That makes you human. What I think we should do is focus on things you can do if and when situations like this arise that will help you cope.”

“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow, not able to think of anything else. Every time you got like this everything was a blank and you lost control. Turning to drugs just seemed so easy.

“Journaling, meditation, listening to music, going for a run…” Dr. Katz started listing suggestions and you let out a deep sigh.

“I do...all that. None of it works.”

“What about kickboxing?” Jensen interjected. “Bri takes a class she’d probably love to have the company.”

“Kickboxing?” You scoffed. “I mean...I’m not a boxer, J, I have fight training for the show but that’s - “

“That’s the point.” Jensen chuckled. “You get so mad you wanna hit something, like last night. Kickboxing gives you something to beat up. Plus, you’ll learn self defense so you won’t be so scared when you’re alone. You’ll be able to protect yourself.”

“I think he may be onto something.” Dr. Katz smiled. “What do you think, Y/N?”

“I think I’m gonna call Bri as soon as I get home and ask her if I can tag along one day. See if I like it.” Jensen and Dr. Katz both smiled at you, clearly happy with your decision.

“Well, I think that’s enough for today. I appreciate your honesty today, Y/N. I know how hard this was for you.” Dr. Katz stood up, embracing you in a small side hug. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

The walk to the parking lot with Jensen was silent until you got in his truck. Jensen put the key in the ignition and paused, looking at you. “You don’t need to do that with me, you know.”

“What?” You still could barely make eye contact, staring at his lips instead of his eyes.

“Hold back.” Jensen answered softly. “You’ve been about to burst since you started talking about your dad and you keep pushing it back for my sake. You don’t need to do that. Please just trust me enough to let me catch you when you fall.”

“I do trust you,” you whispered, voice breaking. “I don’t want to burden you with every problem, Jensen. It’s not fair. If I need to cry over the fact that daddy never loved me I can do it alone. I always have.”

“Not anymore. Not ever again.” The dam broke then and the tears started flowing in waves down your face.

“Why didn’t he want me?” You sobbed, your entire body convulsing. “Why didn’t anyone want me?” Jensen hurried to pull you into his chest, rubbing up and down your back, resting his chin on top of your head. “The only person who ever wanted me left me!”

“They’re all idiots.” Jensen spoke softly, rocking you back and forth. “You’re beautiful, funny, intelligent, caring, so loving. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m not leaving. I’m never leaving. I promise.”

It was in that moment that you finally believed him. That moment when the mess from your crying had soaked his neck and his shirt and he didn’t bat an eye. That moment when he was crying with you, letting his tears fall freely on you. That moment tangled together in the front of a truck when you realized you could put all of your trust into Jensen. That he was the one person in your life who would never ever hurt you, and you were completely and utterly devoted to spending the rest of your life with him.

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