|contains: angst, fluff, slight yelling, crying and established relationship
“Chris you don’t have to keep getting me things.” Y/n held the cartier watch in her hand. This was another gift Chris had gotten her since they decided to date. She couldn’t even count how many items she had by him.
Chris sat on the couch and sighed. He knew that if he didn’t spoil her, in his mind, then she would just leave and post about how bad of a boyfriend he was. It was almost like an act he put up.
They met at the Surprise Party Tour. Y/n was allowed V.I.P after Nick liked her energy in the crowd. Or so she was told. It sounds cheesy but, that same morning Y/n just knew her life was about to be changed. It was the same gut feeling she had when she looked into Chris’s eyes.
She didn’t wanna seem like those delusional fans who always thought the triplets wanted them, but there had been signs.
The first time she entered the building, Y/n watched as all the fans screamed looking at her. Or more so, behind her. When she turned around she realized that standing there was Chris Sturniolo, I guess he had been late coming in.
In his hands he held a bag and some equipment. Y/n smiled at the stuff knowing that Nick most likely scolded Chris for being forgetful about bringing it. She moved out of his way and did a simple nod in his direction. Chris walked two steps then stopped and looked back at her.
“Hey, are you gonna be submitting an anonymous confession?”
Y/n shook her head no and laughed.
“No im definitely not gonna embarrass myself like that.”
Chris laughed with her and then scratched his head. He started walking away again and the fans, who were recording the whole moment, starting flocking to her to ask questions.
Once she had found her seat, the left side behind a girl and her sister, she then waited until it started. Y/n’s eyes lit when she saw the countdown end and Nick, Matt and Chris appeared on screen, making their way to the main stage.
The show was amazing. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at seeing their dynamic and arguments in person. The times Chris would glance at the crowd, only to spot her, he held his gaze. The intense beating of Y/n’s heartbeat was drowned out by screaming of excited fans.
During the meet and greet section of tour, Y/n was pulled into a hug by Nick. He seemed really happy to meet her, Y/n didn’t know it, but Chris had told Nick about his interest in her. So with a sly smirk and two second hugs from Matt and Nick—Chris gently pulled Y/n in and held her.
The photographer accidentally snapped a picture of the two together, this caused Matt and Nick to laugh. Y/n smiled at Chris. Their faces were so close now, she could feel the heat emitting from his body, the way his cologne smelled, she saw his freckles on his face and the way his eyes were much more striking.
With a blush appearing on her face, Y/n posed for the picture.
After three months of texting Chris asked Y/n out on an actual date. This led to them dating and she didn’t notice how much he would spend because he would always make sure to throw the tags away—but she knew that it would expensive because of the quality.
This leads to the conversation in the beginning—Y/n is angry at Chris for thinking that he can get her something and it’ll make her stay.
“Why Chris? Why can’t you just talk to me more like a regular person—I don’t need gifts.”
Chris glanced in Y/n’s direction—his eyes scanning her expression. He knew that what she was saying made sense, but he also wanted to show that he could physically care for her.
“You don’t get it you’re not famous.”
Y/n rolled her eyes and laughed dryly. The tears starting to form in her eyes—wiped away by the swipe of her hand.
“Oh yea Chris i’m not famous—I forgot i’m your little fan girl.”
“Oh cut the bullshit Y/n.”
Y/n furrowed her brows and threw the watch down. The sound of glass breaking echoed—Chris flinched at the sudden noise but stood his ground.
“No you cut the bullshit Chris. I love you—do you know how hard it is to be with someone who everyone wants? It’s hard waking up to death threats almost everyday, because some twelve year old thinks I don’t deserve to be with you.”
Y/n’s voice is hoarse—full of pain as she rants to Chris. He watches her hiccup, placing a hand on her chest to help ease her hyperventilation.
“Then I have to come here—visiting you, I just wanna be with my boyfriend. Chris you get me gifts as a way to shut me up. I wanna talk to you—you can’t buy love.”
Chris didn’t speak—he let his feet carry him to the girl standing before him. As she stood there crying, her face all flushed—breathing heavy, Chris’s heart broke. He never even considered how she felt.
He knew he was famous, but he didn’t even think of different things would be for his partner rather than him. Y/n had taken all the heat and internet hate off of him. Chris pulled Y/n in—his hands caressed her hair. He could feel her hands shaking from the overwhelming pressure of expelling her feelings—it was the same feeling Matt got.
“Shh shh—I’m sorry, i’m so sorry Y/n.”
Y/n reached around Chris’s waist and held him. She held him as if she let go—then she would lose him forever. Y/n didn’t wanna be alone again, not when she could have someone like Chris in her life. It wasnt her intention to lash out on him, things had been building and building—Chris gently lifted her face up by holding her chin.
“You’re not a fan girl. I want you to understand that.”
Y/n looked into Chris’s starry eyes—his eyes could drown a thousand wounds. She nodded wanting to hear what he had to say.
“I will always always love you. There is no amount of jewelry —fuckin shoes I could that would ever express and explain how fucking fast my heart beats when looking at you.”
Chris traced Y/n’s jawline, his finger slowly reached her eyes—wiping away the tiny tears.
“The truth is, in my own head—I felt that if I didn’t get you those things,then you would leave.”
Y/n shook her head, as she gently kissed Chris’s chest—her nerves started to calm.
“I’d never leave you Chris. I love you way too much—I don’t think…” Y/n looked away for a second, her mind clearing processing her emotions.
“I don’t think I can breathe without you.”
Chris let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. His whole world stood between his arms—she was unconditionally, completely certain of the love she too shared for him.
“I love you, my Moon—stars, my skin.”
Y/n laughed a bit at the last part. Her demeanor was slowly going back to how it usually was around Chris—calm, happy and flirty.
“Why skin?”
Chris kisses her lips with passion. He pulled back—his hands cupping her face. Her beautiful face in them.
“Because you’re always gonna be with me—on my body. You’re my skin because even when times get rough or dirty, you stay.”
Y/n rolled her eyes and playfully hit his side.
“You’re so corny Christopher.”
Random blurb I had started working on two days ago—just now finishing it up as I work on the actual fics and smuts that have been requested.
Warnings: Smut, Kate is a charming, Drumsticks being used for penetration, Service Top! Kate, Kate definitely cums just from getting R off, A bit of Beefy Kate.
Pt 2
A/n: As the last few fics I have to thank @wandamaximoffsbadgirl for helping with this. We have been doing this really fun back and forth were we right the fic together. It's super fun and can be surprising when one writes a something you weren't expecting. As for the fic I just had the idea pop into my head randomly while playing some Fortnite. Please enjoy 😁
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You can't believe that your all-time favorite band is coming to town. You stayed up all night just to get tickets. Sadly, you weren't able to get VIP tickets due to how expensive they are, but you knew if you got here early enough, you could maybe get front row. Your friends stand around you as you all talk about the band. Most of them are obsessed with either the lead singer Natasha, the guitarist Wanda, or bassist Yelena. You, on the other hand, have a big crush on the drummer Kate.
Kate was perfect on drums, and gods, the smirk on her face when she was performing, made you feel something. You had picked out an amazing outfit. You knew Kate's favorite color was purple, so you went with purple and black. Looking yourself over with all your friends beside you. You'd get to see her up close, you just knew it!
You hear some laughter that sounds familiar from behind you. You turn around and spot her. There she is, Kate Bishop in the flesh. Laughing with Wanda, Nat, and Yelena. You can't help as you start to smack the arm of your friend next to you without even taking your eyes off the women. You knew they'd be doing all the VIP stuff soon, but your friend murmurs. “oww Y/n/n.” As they walk by everyone is freaking out when Natasha calls out. “Each of us will be picking one person to be upgraded to VIP!” And of course everyone is freaking out and hoping to be picked.
You internally start to panic. There is no way you'll get picked. The women walk down the line, but as you watch Kate, her eyes seem to keep flicking towards you. You're pretty sure you're just seeing things, but it gives you hope. Of course, you would take any of them picking you, but if Kate did, you might just die.
The girls go and pick theirs. Natasha first, then Wanda, and then Yelena. Kate was last. None of your friends had been picked, but then it happened. Kate holds out her hand at you. “Care to join me?” You could die happy right now as you place your hand in yours. Forgetting all about your friends. She pulls you along, and as you round the corner around the building, she wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you into her side. You can't help the audible gasp that escapes you, and you don't miss the smirk on her face. Your heart races with excitement and fear. You can't believe this is happening.
Kate leans in and whispers in your ear. “You're very beautiful, you know.” A blush covers your cheeks. “N-Not as beautiful as you-you are.” You stutter. She lets out a melodic laugh at your stuttering. “No need to be nervous.” Her grip tightens on you. “We're gonna have some fun, okay beautiful?” You nod, which has Kate raising a brow at you. She holds the door open for you to let you into the band's entrance. “I need words princess.” You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. “Yes, um yeah of course.” You curse yourself for how stupid you sound. “My name’s Kate but I'm assuming you already know that.” Her confidence has your knees weak. “Y/n.” You tell her which causes her to smile. “Y/n I like the sound of that. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
Kate's words have you blushing as she brings you to a room with her name on it. The opening to reveal what was a place for Kate to get ready, but there was something that was off and caught your eye. A bed. “U-um what's that for? Don't you guys just um like get ready in here?” Kate chuckles. “I like to take naps before the shows... along with some other activities.” She throws you a wink.
This is amazing, and you hate to admit the fact you would let Kate do anything, but something nags at the back of your mind. “Do you do this a lot?” She looks at you. “Do what?” She asks and you can't tell if she's serious or not. “Bring...um bring girls here?” You can't look at her, but you hear a chuckle. “We each pick someone out, but usually I have no interest in anyone, but since the others do it. I do too, but…” She picks your chin up gently. “You caught my eye tonight. I know you saw me looking pretty girl.”
You're as red as a tomato and she can tell how nervous you are. “Princess we don't have to do anything you don't want to. I will bring girls back because of the others but I don't actually do anything with them. But you seem different... special.” Kate gives you a genuine smile. “I...um…” You feel your head spin and you feel like you're on fire. “I really um.” She leans over and cups your cheeks, whispering in your ear. “Just a yes or no is fine princess. You don't have to explain yourself.” She tells you. “Yes.” You breathe out.
Kate smiles, pulling you closer by your hips. She leans in, pressing her lips to yours. You melt into her as you kiss her back. Her fingers dig into your hips. “So beautiful.” She mumbles against your lips. A whine escapes your lips. This is all you've ever wanted since you found out about this band and saw Kate. You never thought you'd be here, and you find yourself chasing her lips. For a moment you wonder if she's lying and she does this all the time, but you don't care. You'll show her the best time she's ever had.
Kate picks you up easily, and you wrap your legs around her waist. She carries you to the bed, laying you down as she hovers over you. “You're so beautiful under me. I could get used to this.” You nod. “Me too.” You pull her down and kiss her again. The kisses get heated as she rolls her hips against you, and you moan out. “Fuck...Kate…” You desperately try to pull her closer. “Mmm need you.” She starts stripping both of you down and you feel like it couldn't be fast enough. You pull at her shirt. “Please.” You whine wanting her to go faster. “Patience princess.” You whine louder. She grips your hips tighter. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” She asks and you let out another whine. “Words princess.” She grips your face, your eyes dilating.
“I'll be good, please I need this. Need you Kate please.” Your words come out fast. “Good girl.” A blush rises to your cheeks at her words. She leans up and pulls her shirt off. You can't help but drool at the site. She obviously had super toned arms from being a drummer, but what you hadn't expected was how perfect her abs were. Before you even realize it, you've reached out and lightly touched them.
“Like what you see beautiful?” Kate leans down and kisses you, barely giving you time to squeak out a yes. Her tongue pushes past your lips, moving together and letting her take the lead. Her tongue explores your mouth, which only causes you to moan. She gladly swallows your sounds.
When Kate pulls away, you can't help but chase after her lips as a soft whine escapes you. She is already loving the sounds coming out of you and can't wait to see what else she can pull out.
Kate gets you undressed, running her hands over your body, admiring every bit of you. She gets up for a moment to finish undressing herself. You hadn't even noticed until now as she pulls them out. Her famous light up drumsticks were tucked into her back pocket.
You've seen them all over social media over the years, but your focus is always divided between them and the fingers that twirl them around. “Oh wow…” it comes out breathy, and Kate smirks when she notices. “Oh, do you like my drum sticks? I had them custom-made.” She holds them put towards you. “Y-yeah, I always see them in videos.” You mumble slightly embarrassed. She chuckles as an idea pops in her head. “Princess, do you trust me?” You nod faster than you should. You seriously only met the girl, but everything seems so right.
Kate smirks, taking back the sticks and having you lay back. “Just tell me if it hurts and I'll stop, okay?”She just wants to make sure you are comfortable and that she doesn’t hurt you. “Mhmm yes.” She takes one of the sticks and slowly pushes it inside of you. A moan coming out as you tip your head back at the feeling. It's a new sensation compared to what you've taken before. It's not thick but it's so long. You can hear Kate panting slightly above you as she watches her stick disappear inside of you. She didn't expect to find it so hot, but watching how your greedy cunt just sucks it in has her blinded with pleasure.
“Fuck princess you're so hot. Look at you taking me so nicely like that. Do you think you can take both?” Kate asks, looking at you with darkened eyes. “I-I can try...mmm please? W-wanna try Kate.” She pulls the stick all the way out which causes a whine to escape you. Your walls clench around nothing as you feel empty now.
Kate presses the tips of both sticks at your entrance before letting them slowly sink in. “F-fuck!” You gasp at the stretch. “That's a good girl…” Kate bites her lip and the way she's moving, the sounds she's making you'd swear she was getting off as much as you were from this. The sticks hit the deepest part of you, as you arch up into them. “Fuck...f-feels so good Kate...mmm.” She picks up the pace as she plunges the sticks over and over again into your greedy hole. One of your hands reaching out and reaching around her biceps. You can feel it flex with every thrust.
“K-Kate...Katie cumming...I'm gonna..ah.” Kate looks up at you, face all flushed. “Me too princess go on. Cum all over my drum sticks.” Her voice is so deep and husky as you feel the coil tighten inside of you. You feel her tremble, and her muscles flex as she groans out.
Your nails dig into her biceps as your back arches off the bed. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the tips of the drumsticks hit that spot deep inside you. You fall over the edge, coating her sticks and fingers in your juices. You hear her moan loudly as you're pretty sure she just came from getting you off.
Kate slows down before coming to a stop. Pulling them out and admiring them covered in your slick. As you come back down from the high you catch her staring at them making you blush. She smirks as she notices you staring at her. You're both still slightly panting. “Fuck princess you're so perfect under me.” The blush deepens as you whimper. “W-well, you're perfect above me.” She smirks and leans down to give you another kiss when there's a knock at the door, making you jump. “Busy!” Kate yells to whoever knocked on the door. “Kate, we have to meet VIPs in 5.” You heard Yelena call through the door.”No problem, Lena, we'll be there.” Kate yells back. “W-we.” You stutter out. She smiles down at you and holds out her hand. “I'm not letting you go that easy princess.” You don't know if you could get any redder, but you're pretty sure your face is as red as a tomato now.
Kate pulls you up with her and helps you get dressed before dressing herself. Both of you making sure that your looks don't scream we just fucked in the dressing room. You two manage to join the VIPs, getting treated just like one with all the special little bits that came along with it. You guys got a special spot on the side of the stage and you weren't even upset about your friends not being with you. How could you be when you got to be with Kate Fucking Bishop and get the VIP upgrade for free?
As the opening band plays, Kate comes up behind you and pulls you back to where the other VIPs don't notice her standing there with you. Luckily, it's dark enough. She wraps her arms around your waist behind swaying with you to the music and enjoying the opening band with you.
Kate kisses your neck, which has you gasping. “Enjoying the show, princess?” She whispers in your ear, and you nod in response, which makes her smile. “I'm gonna enjoy it more once you get on stage.” You look back and up at her, kissing her jawline. “You better not take your eyes off me.” Kate says in your ear. “I wouldn't dream of it Katie.” You smile and kiss her as the opening band gets ready to play their last song. She pulls away leaving you chasing her, but she has to go and so you watch her disappear once more.
The opening band finishes up their set and heads off, high fiving all of the VIPs as they pass by. It takes a few minutes as the sets are all changed. The anticipation rising within you. The crowd starts to go crazy as they get the first glance of the band waiting to come out. Natahsa is the first one out with a loud roar from the crowd. Wanda follows, and the Yelena. Last is Kate. She struts onto the stage, catching your eye as she winks at you before she turns around and does a backflip on stage. The crowd went absolutely nuts at this. You can tell she is just showing off to impress you.
You smile, a little chuckle coming out of you as you shake your head at her. Kate sits herself down at her drums. Pulling out the sticks she just used on you making your face flush. You notice how the sticks glisten in the light more than normal. You can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. Kate smirks at you as she notices your reaction. The realization that dawns on you in that moment. She licks over the stick, staring you down. Watching your reaction intently. You feel yourself clench around nothing but you remember the sensation of the drumsticks inside of you. A pool of wetness is between your thighs once more. She gives you a wink as she starts off the set. She is absolutely going to be the death of you, but you couldn't ask for anything more.
The sets goes on, and you can't believe the night you're having. The spot is amazing and the fact you actually got fucked by your celebrity crush has your head spinning and your pinching yourself. The show is everything you could have asked for. The night was everything and more. Even if it turns out to be a one-time thing you'd get to tell your friends you fucked Kate Bishop.
The show came to an end with an amazing encore. As the band exits the stage on the other side, Kate does the opposite. She comes right up to you, grabbing you by the hips and kissing you. She doesn't care who sees, but you can hear the gasp around you and some cheering from afar. “I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself.” Kate pulls back a little and leans her forehead against yours.
Though you were taken by surprise at the drummer's forwardness, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders and smiled. “You did amazing Katie.” You tell her before kissing again. You can see the flashes of people's phones going off at the two of you as you bury your face against her. Not used to this at all. She chuckles, wrapping her arms around you fully and lifting you up in her arms. You instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. “Let me take you on a real date princess.” She says as she walks you back towards the dressing room. You nod into her neck, and she kisses the side of your head. “And maybe it will just have to be a breakfast date.” Her voice gets low and sultry, which has you shuddering.
You're excited about where this could lead. In a sea full of beautiful women, Kate chose you, and maybe she will always pick you.
Not really romantic or anything but a comfort fic of maybe the drivers trying to cheer up Lewis...this season man
WRITTEN
a short one with some things I want to say to Lewis personally💫
With sf-25, Lewis did great this year❤🩹 A short blurb focused on Lewis on that last race (++ let me say sorry for not uploading the part two of the Lando fic, I'm revising some things! and +++not this anon but pleaseeee I don't mind the requests I swear! I'm happy with all of it—even if you send five requests at once, I don't mindddd—but please don't go into my inbox rushing me to upload. Rush writing gives me anxiety because it feels like I can't get words out of my head and my fingers won't even try to move. I promise that i'll get into it please just don't rush me, let me write on my pace thank you🥹❤🩹
Ferrari Masterlist
The Weight He Didn't Carry Alone
Grid & Lewis + fan!reader
After a long tiring season defined by struggle, Lewis Hamilton carries the weight of disappointment alone until one late night in Abu Dhabi, when you, his fan since 2017 reminded him that he’s never truly fighting by himself.
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Tonight, it felt like a painting splattered with frustration. The sky burned gold, the floodlights flickered awake like giant stars, and every surface of the circuit glowed. But beneath it all, there was a heaviness in the air. One that every Lewis fan could feel.
You were in the grandstands clutching your LH44 hat, thumb rubbing the frayed brim like it was a charm. Your heart thumped hard as you watched the grid line up. Lewis all the way down in P16 not because he lacked the pace, not because he made mistakes, but because the SF-25 had spent all year tripping over its own potential.
You whispered under your breath, “Come on, champ… give them hell.”
The moment the lights went out, Lewis launched forward like someone who refused to accept the limits of his machine.
P16 → P14 → P12.
Every overtake made your heartbeat jump. Every corner he nailed felt like watching a master violinist forced to play with a cracked instrument, still beautiful, still genius, but frustratingly muted.
When he reached P10, the whole grandstand around you erupted. You screamed until your voice cracked, hands trembling with hope so fierce it almost hurt.
And then came the pit stop.
A stutter. A hesitation with the rear jack. A two-second delay that felt like someone had yanked your heart out.
You watched the timing tower in disbelief P10 → P12 → P14 → P18.
Back to P18.
Your hands dropped from your mouth to your knees. The breath left your lungs in a sharp, broken sound. “Not again… not again…” you muttered, eyes burning.
But Lewis being Lewis, he didn’t crumble. He dug his heels in, willed that stubborn red car forward, pushed as if carrying the entire weight of disappointment on his back.
P18 → P15 → P12 → P10 → P9 → P8.
He finished in P8. No podium… but a drive nobody else could’ve pulled off with that car.
You stood there as the fireworks went off, not celebrating but clapping as hard as you could, palms stinging, throat tight.
He gave everything.
In the paddock, after the race, after all celebrations and congratulationg Lando, Lewis walked with the slow, steady steps of someone who was more mentally drained than physically tired. His face carried the same polite smile he always gave after a tough race, the one fans recognized too well.
Everything. But it still wasn’t enough.
The smile that meant he was putting on armor.
His lips smiled but his eyes…didn’t sparkle tonight, damn not even a glint.
George approached him, helmet still tucked under his arm. “Mate… that was honestly unbelievable. You got that car to P8.”
Lewis smiled back. His polite smile. That soft, warm but not reaching the eyes.
“Thanks, man” he said. “Tried my best as always.”
George clapped his shoulder, firm and brotherly. “You did more than that.”
Lewis nodded, appreciative… but something behind his gaze stayed dim. Like he’d turned the lights off inside to protect himself.
Carlos walked over next, still in his Williams suit, hair sticking to his forehead.
“Lewis… man, you were flying today. The race you did? Incredible.”
Lewis chuckled, a tiny, tired sound. “Did what I could.”
Carlos leaned closer, voice softer. “You deserve more than what that car gave you this year.”
For a moment, Lewis’s lips curled into a genuine smile… but again, the eyes stayed the same, tired and guarded. Like he didn’t want to burden anyone with how much it hurt.
Isack comes over next, almost jogged up, wide-eyed and earnest. “Lewis, I… I just want to say that watching you and racing with you today was inspiring. No matter what, you keep pushing. I hope I can learn that from you.”
Lewis placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You’ve got a bright future, kid. Just keep your head down and keep working.”
A kind moment, a warm one but still...no sparkle, just polite appreciation.
Next was Valtteri, he didn’t rush. He never did. He walked up quietly, stood beside Lewis for a few seconds, letting the silence settle before speaking.
“You drove beautifully” he said softly. “You deserved more than what you got this year.”
Lewis’s breath hitched just slightly. Valtteri noticed.
But still, Lewis forced another smile, this one a little wobbly. “It happens. Some years are harder.”
Valtteri gave him a long look, a knowing one.
But even that even the comfort from someone who understood him wasn’t enough to lift the heaviness in Lewis’s eyes.
He kept his shoulders straight, posture perfect, voice gentle… but his expression had that familiar muted ache.
A man trying to be strong, trying not to show disappointment on his podiumless year, trying not to let the world see how much he still wanted, desperately to stand on a podium again.
The drivers moved on one by one, but Lewis stayed still for a moment, breathing quietly, looking up at the night sky like he was searching for something he’d lost this season.
He smiled at everyone as he always does but his eyes remained soft, dull, and tired.
He hadn’t truly smiled not the real Lewis smile that lit up his face all day.
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The crowds were gone, the echo of engines had faded miles away, and all that was left was the hum of distant generators and the soft desert breeze sweeping through the empty walkways.
It was close to 11:30 PM when you made your way out of the fan area, your LH44 hat pulled low, your poster tube tucked protectively to your chest like a piece of your heart lived inside it. Your feet hurt, your throat was raw from cheering and groaning and holding your breath but it was your mind that felt loudest.
The whole walk you kept replaying the race, frustration curling tight in your ribs.
He deserved more.
He deserved better.
How many times can one man carry a car on his back?
You kicked a stray pebble on the pavement, muttering to yourself, “Next year, Lewis… next year we’re getting that podium again. I swear it.”
As you reached the dimly lit lot where staff and drivers parked, your pace slowed… then stopped altogether.
Because there he was.
Lewis Hamilton.
Hood up, Ferrari backpack slung over one shoulder, heading toward a sleek black car parked a few spaces away.
No cameras, no fans, well maybe you.
But it's just him, finally alone, finally unguarded moving with a tired grace that tugged sharply at your heart.
Your breath stuttered, blinking twice.
You genuinely wondered if your eyes were messing with you. “Okay… don’t freak out… don’t freak… out…” you whispered, palms sweaty.
This was your chance. A once-in-a-lifetime moment.
And your legs moved before your courage caught up.
“Um...excuse me…Lewis?” you called out softly, voice cracking.
He stopped mid-step and turned, lifting his hood slightly so he could see you better. His face looked gentler in the soft parking lot lights, a little weary, a little fragile but still unmistakably him.
He offered a small, polite smile. “Hey. You alright?”
Your voice shrank to a whisper. “Could I maybe… um… get an autograph?”
He nodded immediately, stepping toward you with the kind of calm kindness that made you melt inside. “Of course. What do you have?”
Your hands trembled as you unrolled your old 2017 poster, edges worn, corners bent, colors slightly faded. It felt like showing someone a childhood diary.
You swallowed hard. “Yeah. That’s when I became your fan. Haven’t stopped since.”
He took the poster like it was something precious. Carefully and gently. He signed it slowly, almost thoughtfully, before handing it back to you with a warm smile.
And for the first time all day…you thought you saw the tiniest shimmer begin in his eyes.
Not a sparkle yet but the beginning of one. “Thank you” he murmured.
You didn’t mean to say anything more. You didn’t plan a speech. Your brain was a mess of adrenaline and awe. But your heart loved him too much to stay silent. “The race today… you were incredible,” you blurted out.
He blinked, surprised.
You pushed on, words tumbling out fast, too honest, too emotional “That car..I swear to god...I mean...sorry but the SF-25...it’s not giving you what you deserve, and still you fought like hell. And I just..I need you to know that it matters. That you matter. You’re still the driver who made me fall in love with F1. And next year? We’re getting it. We’re absolutely getting it. I believe in you so much. Like stupidly much.” You finished with a breathless gasp, cheeks burning with embarrassment. You stared at your own shoes.
“I’m sorry” you mumbled. “That probably sounded insane.”
There was a heartbeat of silence. And then to your surprise Lewis breathed out a small, stunned laugh.
You glanced up and that’s when it happened.
For the first time since the race ended since the entire frustrating, draining season ended, his eyes finally, truly sparkled.
Not the polite shine he used for cameras, not the exhausted gloss he used to hide disappointment.
A real sparkle, warm, bright and quietly emotional. The kind that lit up his whole face, like someone had turned the lights back on inside him.
He stepped a little closer, head tilted, voice low “You know… I’ve had a lot of people tell me I drove well today. But hearing it from someone who’s been with me for that long…” He paused, searching your face with gentle gratitude. “That means something different.”
Your breath caught, his voice softened even more.
“Some days you give everything you have and still fall short. And you start to wonder if people are getting tired of supporting you.”
He shook his head slightly. “But here you are. Reminding me why I keep fighting.”
You blinked fast, suddenly emotional. “I’ll never stop supporting you” you whispered. “I swear even if you start from my house at the race, I'll still support you! Please don't give up! ferrari might made me...and your fans sad but I know someone out there like me doesn't stopped supporting you! You'll adjust on that car, on that enginee-I'm sorry... I'm probably yapping to much but I hope you keep your hopes up because we never stopped believing that you'll get that podium on red!”
Lewis’s smile grew reaching all the way into that newly reborn sparkle.
“Then I’ll make next year worth it” he promised softly. “For you all who supports me.”
Your heart felt like a balloon being filled gently, carefully.
He took a step back, giving you one more lingering, grateful look. “Get home safe, yeah?”
You nodded, speechless.
Lewis opened his car door, paused… then looked back at you one last time and his eyes were still sparkling.
Because of you.
And as he drove off into the quiet Abu Dhabi night, you knew one thing for certain
Fin.
Tonight, you weren’t just a fan. You were the reason the seven-time champion found his sparks again.
Hey 👋 I've been watching videos of Joseph during the Liverpool convention (hope you had a good time by the way) and got the idea of a Joseph x Reader story where they meet during a meet and greet perhaps during signing?
(Started writing this and it’s kinda giving yandere!reader vibes but she just a crazy obsessed fan like the rest of us🤷♀️)
Also in this he is not married! And this is gonna be set in America maybe a few years earlier?
Favourite Fan
Y/n had watched the vampire diaries and the originals religiously. They were played continuously and she could speak each episode word for word. Her favourite character was Klaus by far, she loved Joseph Morgan’s acting and who he was truly.
So she saved up, a lot, and decided she would see how many conversations she could see him at.
She knew he was doing conventions in a couple states that year so decided to go and meet him.
The first time it was to have a picture of him signed as well as a photo.
When she got their, she was practically bouncing. She waited in line and finally got to meet him.
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Joseph had been switching between photos and autographs all day. It was the afternoon and he was growing tired. Time between each person was getting shorter and shorter but he didn’t want to disappoint any fans so he tried his best.
But when he glances up at Y/n, for some reason he decided he would talk to her for a little longer. His eyes were locked on hers, her bright smile seemed to warm him as he wrote her a personalised message on the item she wanted signed. She then shyly asked if he was allowed to hug her to which he let out a soft laugh and nodded.
He pushed his cheque back and stood up, moving around his table and welcoming her into his arms. He smiled at the way she clung to him, it wasn’t uncommon among fans. He gently rubbed the top of her back before she pulled away and thanked him. His eyes followed her as she walked away and he continued with the autographs for a while.
By his last set of photos with fans, he was exhausted and hungry. Some of the other stars were taking a break while others were flooded with people.
He sighed softly to himself, his face hurt from all the smiling but he was used it. He could feel the heat getting to him as he stood in far too many layers but nevertheless he wrapped his arm around the next person and gave an award winning grin for the camera.
He glanced to the next person and saw a familiar face, the same girl from earlier. His smile was smaller but it was real. So was hers as she quickly approached him and immediately wrapped her arms around him. He chuckled and hugged her bag, accidentally smelling her hair as he felt her face against his shoulder.
“You ready sweetheart?” He murmured softly to her and she nodded, her cheeks pink as a blush spread through her. She pulled away and turned to the camera, his arm stayed around her waist and they both smiled. He waved as she left and turned to his next person with a better attitude.
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He saw her multiple times in that year alone, in a few different states across different days.
He began to look for her in the line or when he was walking from photos to the autograph tables. Occasionally he would spot her, she was always already looking at him which made his face warm as a soft blush rose to the surface. Joseph would always wave at her as he went by.
By the time he got round to seeing her, he was always tired. She seemed to uplift him throughout the day.
So when he got to her again, for maybe the 7th time meeting her, he was relieved to have her in his arms again. He could hear and sense his co-stars giggling and staring as the hug lingered for longer than it should have.
“I made you something” she whispered to him as they parted and he smiled
“You did?” He asked and she nodded, holding out a few pieces of paper. One of which was a hand written letter and two were portraits of him in a remarkable amount of detail. His smile broadened and his face went pink again “you made those yourself?” He questioned and she nodded nervously.
“You don’t have to-“
“No no, I want them” he took them from her hands and she smiled back at him. “They’re wonderful, love” he told her and she looked down “thank you” he whispered “will I be seeing you again later?” He asked eagerly.
“No…not this time” she sighed softly “I booked late, couldn’t get anything else. Next time?”
“Definitely” he smiled, subconsciously raising his hand to brush her hair away from her face, ignoring the ‘ooos’ from his co-stars.
They smiled at each other and said their goodbyes before she left and he turned back to his next eagerly awaiting fan.
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Joseph’s friends teased him, Daniel, Phoebe, Claire, Charles. The lot of them knew, as soon as they saw Y/n coming, Jospeh would be a blushing mess.
One of those days, when Y/n was lining up for Joseph again, Daniel came up behind her. He effectively scared her and made her laugh, he whispered to her secretively and had her dial her number into Joseph’s phone.
Joseph and Daniel had been given private rooms to do their photos and signings and Y/n was the last in line for Joseph so Daniel saw it as perfectly set up. He gave her a hug and winked at Jospeh who looked a mix of embarrassed and horrified.
Once she got to him, they were both red in the face and their hearts were beating fast.
“I’m sorry” he whispered “he’s rude and-“
“It’s okay” she smiled “I know it’s just a joke, you can delete the number” she told him but he shook his head
“N-no no I’ll keep it” he whispered, his eyes trailing her body without his permission. She could feel his eyes on her and she could feel herself getting hotter
“Can I have my hug?” She asked quietly and he cleared his throat with a nod
“Yeah- yes” he mumbled, pulling her close and holding her against him. His nose buried in her hair and the soft skin of her face pressed to his neck. His eyes fluttered shut and he held her their for a short well, his hands gently caressing her hips and waist.
He knew it would be inappropriate to touch her, to think of her in any indecent way but part of him just couldn’t help himself. He was attracted to her in every way, she was so kind and thoughtful. He wondered how happy she was on the day to day. He wondered how many people got to see her big smile and get given personal gifts from her.
Sometimes he worried that it would be bad to date a fan, would he be taking advantage of her love for him? And then the worry would settle, does she like him or his characters?
It clouded his mind and he felt her pull back, looking up at his face. “You okay?” She whispered, seeing his eyes zoned out. He seemed to snap back when her hand touched his face and she quickly retracted it “I’m sorry”
“No, it’s alright” he smiled, squeezing her hand gently before stepping back. “You were here for the autograph again?” He asked, and she shook her head
“Photo” she corrected and his face went red, glancing to the camera man who was looking thoroughly amused
“Right” he whispered “a photo” he repeated and she laughed softly
He pulled her close and smiled for the camera. She was the last one so he walked her back to the door, his hand automatically on her waist as though it belonged there.
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After that, Joseph had very nervously sent a message to Y/n. She had assumed it was on of her friends messing with her and told him to go away. He proceeded to ring her and prove her wrong making her apologise profusely and promise she didn’t know it was him. She could hear Daniel Gillies laughing in the back ground and Jospeh telling him to shut up but letting her know it was okay.
They messaged more and more frequently, video calling sometimes in the evening.
The two would talk about the next conventions and when they could see each other again, Joseph felt bad that Y/n had to pay so much to see him for a few minutes and offered to pay for her but she always refused. Until one day, a few months later when she couldn’t afford to go and he practically begged her to send her bank details so he could transfer her.
When she came and saw him, she hugged him so tight and kissed him on the cheek. He felt like he was floating, he went to his her on the cheek back but caught her lips. He could hear people around gasping but he couldn’t care in that moment. All he could think about was her lips on him, his finger weaved into her hair and he kissed her with as much passion as he could show without putting his tongue in her mouth.
He didn’t want people getting to many pictures so he turned her around, away from everyone so they could just see his back as he kissed her gently. His hand cupped her cheek once he reluctantly pulled away, his eyes on her swollen lips before their lifted to her eyes. She was breathing fast but Joseph knew he was too.
“I hope the next fan doesn’t get that too” she whispered and he laughed
“They won’t, I promise” he murmured, kissing her once more and grabbing his pen without turning around. He scribbled his signature onto her shirt, right on her breast making her grin. “I’ll call you later” he muttered, pecking her cheek
And with that she walked away, other fans squealing and looking at her as she floated through the crowds.
summary: in which y/n's friends book her an amazing gig, but they don't mention anything about her favorite singer being in attendance.
request: nope!
your friends were more than aware of your obsession with harry styles. it’s not like it was a secret.
so, it only made sense that when you started to sing in bars and cafes — anywhere, really — that you’d always incorporate something of his into it. whether it be a love on tour crewneck, a song of his, a one direction song, or a song about him — you loved to cover style, because.. who didn’t want to strut on a stage to a song everyone knows?
however, you weren’t aware of what they were planning when they somehow booked you in a very prestigious bar.
the dress-code for this bar was strict. your usual get-up of jeans and a crewneck — or jeans and anything, really — was vetoed before you could even ask. so, you searched through the depths and trenches of your closet until you found a black, skin-tight cocktail dress that ended right at your mid-thigh.
“seriously, babe. you know sign of the times inside and out. you’re just psyching yourself out,” one of your friends, melanie, told you.
“i know, but.. still.”
“you doubt yourself too much.”
“so you tell me everyday. now shoo! i’ve gotta be onstage in five.”
you weren’t exactly sure how you got onstage. you’re pretty sure you blacked out.
as you nervously scanned the crowd, you spoke into the mic, “hi.. my name is y/n. uh.. i’ll be singing some songs tonight. i figured since it’s christmas eve, i could sing through a few.. christmas classics or whatever. so.. yeah!”
a few people in the audience laughed at your awkwardness.
you sang through last christmas first, which really boosted your confidence. the audience was very interactive, singing, dancing, and clapping along.
you sang a few other christmas classics. santa baby, let it snow, things like that.
and then.. it was time for the section you very much dreaded. your songs.
“so.. these next few songs are songs that i wrote. they’re.. like.. my babies. so.. please be nice to them,” you laughed.
you nodded to the band. a silent signal that they could start the music.
“when you first told me about her, you said she was thirty. and i just can’t help but think.. you knew it was dirty. and maybe you were just a little sad, but there’s no excuse to lie to me like that. but when you first told me about her, you said she was thirty,” you took a deep breath before belting the chorus, “but she’s only twenty-eight. i’m not even half her age. she probably just had her first high school reunion. you’re probably the first guy she’s ever moved in with. you think that i wanna hate. but you set me up this way. so for my health i’ll be blocking your number, ‘cause you couldn’t wait till i got a bit older.”
the crowd cheered, giving you more confidence as you walked around the stage.
“and sometimes i kinda feel like i wanna forgive. but it never crossed your mind that maybe i’m still a kid. and i’m so used to being the adult. even when you say it’s not your fault. but i’m kinda getting sick and tired of crying. so please stop lying, and lying, and lying. she’s only twenty-eight. i’m not even half her age. she probably just had her first high school reunion. you’re probably the first guy she’s ever moved in with. you think that i wanna hate. but you set me up this way. so for my health i’ll be blocking your number, ‘cause you couldn’t wait till i got a bit older. to tell me she was twenty-eight.”
as the drums and electric guitar got more intense, the lights flashed different colors.
“to tell me she was twenty-eight… what the fuck is twenty-eight? you said she’s mature, so that makes it okay. and you said she likes sports, so that makes it okay. and she’s actually pretty, so that makes it okay. but there’s nothing you can say that makes twenty-eight okay.. to me.”
the crowd cheered as you lowered the mic. a smile overtook your face as you laughed.
you walked back over to the mic stand, putting the mic in the slot as a slow, piano-ballad type song started. the lights switched to a soft white.
“they’re always charismatic. and they’ll turn up the charm. their words do something magic, saying no is really hard. they’re over-generous, you’ll never pay the bills. they’ll fall in love in seconds. die for you, or probably kill. ooh. and after six months, you’ll feel really stupid. ooh. i promise that it’s not your fault you fell for it,” you shook your head, keeping your eyes closed as you sang, “‘cause.. one little fight breaks into war. feels like you’re dying on the bathroom floor. you’ll make an excuse. you’ll say that it’s you. and the mirror’s telling you it’s true. won’t leave, can’t stay. how much are you gonna take? ‘cause you’ll always take the blame. it feels like shit, but that’s just how it is. when you love a narcissist. so if you’re feeling crazy.. i wouldn’t be surprised. the only thing they’re good at’s knowing how to gaslight. then make you feel like the most beautiful in the world. while they’re sleeping with another girl. ooh. and after six months, you’ll feel really stupid. ooh. i promise that it’s not your fault you fell for it, ‘cause.. one little fight breaks into war. feels like you’re dying on the bathroom floor. you’ll make an excuse. you’ll say that it’s you. and the mirror’s telling you it’s true. won’t leave, can’t stay. how much are you gonna take? ‘cause you’ll always take the blame. it feels like shit, but that’s just how it is. ‘cause i felt like shit. so i know how it is. when you love a narcissist.”
the crowd cheered as it went straight into another song.
“when you’d yell, i would stay quiet. you never noticed i was quiet. i was taught that speaking up was talking back. always first to say, ‘i’m sorry’, ‘cause i wanted you to like me. and i thought that’s what it took to make it last. it’s a lose, lose. that i don’t choose. but you don’t always choose the ones you love. i shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you. i was half of this dynamic. i was stable, you were manic. without you or with you comes with a cost. i got used to the excuses and emotional abuses. we kept moving the lines we never crossed. it’s a lose, lose that i don’t choose. but you don’t always choose the ones you love. shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you. i always think it’s over, but it never really is. but i can’t get the closure when you’re like this. can we switch? maybe this time you’ll be the bigger person. ‘cause i’m getting tired of carrying all your burden. it should be up to you, but you won’t admit the truth, oh-oh. shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you.”
the crowd cheered again.
“thank you! we have.. four more songs tonight. this next one is would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.”
a crew member came and slipped an electric guitar around your neck. you quietly thanked them as you cleared your throat and the music started.
“if you would’ve blinked, then i would’ve looked away at the first glance. if you tasted poison, you could’ve spit me out at the first chance. if i was some paint, did it splatter on a promising grown man? and if i was a child, did it matter? if you got to wash your hands? oh-oh, oh. all i used to do was pray. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. if you’d never looked my way, i would’ve stayed on my knees. and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. if you never touched me, i would’ve gone along with the righteous. if i never blushed, then they could’ve never whispered about this. and if you never saved me from boredom, i could’ve gone on as i was. but, lord, you made me feel important… and then you tried to erase us. oh-oh, oh. you’re a crisis of my faith. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. if i’d only played it safe, i would’ve stayed on my knees. and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time…. if clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die? years of tearing down our banners, you and i. living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts. give me back my girlhood, it was mine first,” as you held the note, the crowd screamed.
“and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil. at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time. oh, god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time.”
with the final strum of your electric guitar, the crowd stood up to applaud. the crew member switched out the electric guitar for an acoustic one.
“this next one is called ceilings.”
a little bit more applause.
“.. ceilings. plaster. can’t you just make it move faster? lovely to be sitting here with you. you’re kinda cute, but it’s raining. harder. my shoes are now full of water. lovely to be rained on with you. it’s kinda cute but it’s.. so short. then you’re drivin’ me home. and i don’t wanna leave, but i have to go. you kiss me in your car. and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before. before… bedsheets, no clothes. touch me like nobody else does. lovely to just lay here with you. you’re kinda cute and i would say all of this. but i don’t wanna ruin the moment. lovely to sit between comfort and chaos.. but it’s over. then you’re driving me home. and it kinda comes out as i get up to go. you kiss me in your car, and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before.. but it’s not real. and you don’t exist. and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed. it hits me in the car. and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before. before.”
you laughed as you saw melanie and your friends stand up in the back of the bar, dancing on stools.
“i can see my friends dancing.. so badly because they love the next song,” you laugh.
“once the flight had flown. with the wilt of the rose. i slept all alone. you still wouldn’t go. let’s fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later. i see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. you search in every maiden’s bed for something greater, baby. was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? ‘come here,’ i whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now? when you lost control. red blood, white snow. blue dress on a boat. your new girl is my clone,” you smiled, knowing was part comes next. “and did you think i didn’t see you, there were flashing lights. at least i had the decency to keep my nights out sight. only rumors ‘bout my hips and thighs, and my whispered sighs. oh, lord. i think about jumping. off of very tall somethings. just to see you coming runnin’, runnin’. and say the one thing i’ve been wanting, but no. let’s. fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later. if she's got blue eyes, i will surmise that you'll probably date her. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. you search in every model's bed for something greater, baby, was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? ‘come here,’ I whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now? oh. oh. think i didn’t see you? there were flashing lights. at least i had the decency to keep my nights out sight. only rumors ‘bout my hips and thighs, and my whispered sighs. oh, lord. i think about jumping. off of very tall somethings. just to see you coming runnin’, runnin’. and say the one thing i’ve been wanting, but no. let’s fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later. oh. i was hoping you’d be there. and say the one thing i’be been wanting… but no.”
another round of applause as you passed off the guitar.
“so.. this song is not my song. i am.. very nervous for this, but.. this is sign of the times.”
you closed your eyes tightly as the music started, “just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times. welcome to the final show. hope you're wearing your best clothes. you can't bribe the door on your way to the sky. you look pretty good down here. but you ain't really good.. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? … just stop your crying it’s a sign of the times. we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here. just stop your crying, it’ll be alright. they told me that the end is near. we gotta get away from here. just stop your crying, have the time of your life. breaking through the atmosphere, and things are pretty good from here. remember everything will be alright. we can meet again somewhere. somewhere far away from here.. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? just stop your crying. it’s a sign of the times. we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here. stop your crying, baby, it'll be alright. they told me that the end is near we gotta get away from here. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets?” you finally opened your eyes, trying to find melanie, but instead, you find the last person you expected to be here.
the man whose song you’re literally singing.
harry was slightly weary when an over-excited girl with light pink hair came up to him and asked him — begged him, really — to come to her best friends show. he wasn’t sure what convinced him. or what possessed him to bring his mother and gemma along with him.
but he had to say, he didn’t.. regret it.
you were pretty — extremely pretty. and you were a crazy good singer. he was pretty sure you were singing his song better than him.
you swallowed your nerves as you sang the chorus and bridge, keeping eye contact even though you felt like shitting your pants. “we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we don't talk enough. we should open up. before it's all too much. will we ever learn? we've been here before. it's just what we know. stop your crying, baby. it's a sign of the times. we gotta get away. we got to get away..” you finally looked away, closing your eyes. “we got to get away. we got to get away. we got to get away. we got to, we got to, away. we got to, we got to, away. we got to, we got to, away.”
you let out a shaking exhale as the song ended, backing up from the mic. you bowed and blew kisses to the audience before practically sprinting offstage.
to: mel x
WHAT THE FUCK MELANIE WHY THE FUCK DID INJUST MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HARRY STYLES WHILE SINGING SIGN OF THE TIMES IM GONNA KILL
MY
SELF.
from: mel xx
NOOO I INVITED HIM ITS FINE
to: mel xx
you
what.
from: mel xx
I SAW HIM A WEEK AFTER WE BOOKED YOU THE GIG AND MIGHT HAVE BEGGED HIM TO COME BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WANT TO MEET HIM AND WHAT BETTER WAY THAN THIS
to: mel xx
oh i dunno
ANY OTHER WAY?
from: mel xx
BABE IT IS FINE
HE BROUGHT HIS MUM AND GEMMA TOO
to: mel xx
WHAG
from: mel xx
HE SAID HE LOVED IT AND U WERE OHENOMENAL
NOW GET OUT HERE AND MEET HIM
after taking ten minutes to breath, you walked over to the bar, finding melanie pretty easily.
“i love you so much for playing is it over now!”
“i played it just for you and your psycho obsession with it,” you laughed as she yanked you into a hug.
you two pulled away, and you turned around when you felt a presence behind you.
your eyes widened when you were face to face with harry fucking styles.
“hey.. y/n, right?”
you blinked a few times… that couldn’t be real. this was most definitely a prank.
A/N: The title is taken from the Heart song of the same name. This story has been bouncing around my mind for quite some time. Based on a series of dreams I had and the thought, "What if he was having those dreams too?"
A/N #2: Do to the image limit (10), and the way I wrote the fic, I couldn't use my divider graphics. So I used a single dash (in case anyone is using a reader, it won't say dash umpteen times). Sorry for the inconvenience.
Jared sighed as he closed the door to his empty apartment. He tossed his convention bag to the side as he knelt down to properly greet his dog. She was a great companion and the only one the lonely Alpha had.
Once greetings were done, he picked up his bag once more, moving down the hall to his room to unpack. He reached inside, grabbing handfuls of clothes and tossing them towards the hamper in the corner of his room. A loud thunking sound had him turning his head towards the hamper in confusion.
He searched through the items before finding the culprit. Jared picked up the small stone, rising to his feet as he examined it with a lopsided smirk. A new age-looking fan had gifted it to him in a photo op, extending her hopes that he'd find his Omega soon.
Jared was getting older. The longer the Alpha went without a mate, the harsher and longer his ruts became. One of those severe ruts had sent him nearly feral. He got in an altercation with another Alpha, and news spread quickly.
If he didn't mate with someone soon, he might go feral and never come back.
He clutched the stone in his hand as he moved to the bookcase. He placed it on one of the shelves, looking over the other various fan gifts he had received over the years, each cherished and with its own home.
He settled down for bed, his faithful canine companion laying down beside him, accepting his casual petting as they comforted each other to sleep.
-
Jared straightened his bowtie, running his hands down the front of his tux before entering the large and lavish home. Several people milled about, dressed to the nines and drinks in hand. He didn't know this place or anyone here, yet he felt as if he did.
That's how dreams work, right?
Jared had never had such a lucid dream before, an utter awareness that he was, in fact dreaming. Though he couldn't seem to control or change anything around him.
He made his way through the house, nodding his head and exchanging warm smiles with others as he explored the various turns and rooms. It was when he came to the bottom of the staircase that he was struck.
On the top few steps of the staircase, a woman stood, frozen as him, yet standing out in clarity in a way that no one and nothing else did. She looked at him as if she knew him. Jared had never seen her before. He'd never forget someone who looked like that.
After what seemed like a drawn-out lifetime, but was only seconds, she turned, one hand holding the skirt of her gown as she fled back up the steps. Jared quickly followed after, taking the stairs two at a time.
By the time he reached the top, she was gone, and the dream was fading. A faint lingering scent tickled his nose, imprinting itself upon him.
-
Y/N woke with a smile, having had another dream of Jared Padalecki. She swooned hard over the Supernatural actor. He was perfect in every way she could imagine a man and Alpha being. Just thinking of him brought a smile to her face.
Dreams were always a welcome bonus.
She wasn't surprised she had dreamed of him again, having binged several convention videos the night before. She had never been to a convention. As much as she adored Jared - and Jensen - she was far too shy to meet him or even risk accidentally meeting him.
As she went through her morning routine, she played the dream repeatedly in her mind.
She was in an unfamiliar house, some sort of housewarming, it seemed. She didn't know anyone there, but the her in the dream somehow did. She was aware that it was a dream, lucid dreaming being something she practiced for years.
She wandered through the home, curiously exploring different rooms and hallways, greeting other guests as she went about.
As she began to descend the stairs, that's when she saw him. Jared Padalecki, dressed to the nines in a well-fitted tuxedo that had her clenching her thighs where she was frozen on the steps.
Jared stood a head above everyone else, his gaze traveling casually over the many people present. He turned his head, and his eyes met hers, stealing her breath away.
There was an intensity to his gaze, his mere presence, that felt more real than anything else in the dream. As if he were out of place. He began to move towards the stairs, kindly maneuvering between the people milling about.
Y/N panicked. For some unknown reason, her mind told her something wasn't right. So she turned and ran, quickly losing him in the maze of the large house.
Checking herself one last time in the mirror, Y/N grabbed her handbag and locked up her home, heading into work for the day.
She wasn't sure how productive she would be, seeing as she knew Jared would be on her mind all day long. Especially after that dream.
-
"What's your deal?" Jensen asked Jared as they sat down for their lunch break on set.
"I had another dream last night," Jared admitted with a sigh, stabbing at his food with a fork.
"Same chick?" Jensen asked, taking a bite of his food as Jared nodded, "These dreams have been happening a lot lately, and they're kind of funny and crazy," he added with a chuckle.
Jared dropped his fork, groaning, "I'm just so frustrated. I've never seen her before. I have no idea who she is outside of the dreams or even if what I know of her in the dreams is real. If she's even real."
The dreams had been happening over several weeks, each one with its own bizarre background. But the two of them seemed to always pick up where they left off.
Jensen was thoroughly invested. Even if they were just dreams, they were amusing entertainment. But the way it affected Jared, he knew they had to get to the bottom of it. Whatever it was.
"I'm gonna Google her," Jensen decided, pulling out his phone.
Jared wanted to argue, but he also wanted to know. He thought about searching for her but was afraid of what he might find. To be honest, he was assuming that his Alpha biology was taking a turn for the worse, and he was starting to lose his mind.
"Here, check it out," Jensen said, showing Jared all the different pictures in the search results.
Jared rolled his eyes, laughing it off as Jensen pulled the phone away. But as soon as he was pulling away, he swore he saw a familiar face. He frantically reached for Jensen's phone, looking at the picture more carefully.
It was her.
She was real.
Taking several screenshots, Jared texted himself the information for further investigation, handing the phone back to Jensen. Without a word, Jared rushed off distractedly.
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Jared looked around his surroundings. Another party, this time more like an outdoor bar-b-que. Unfamiliar and blurry faces drifted in and out of his focus, their presence inconsequential.
Wandering footsteps were brought to an abrupt halt as he laid eyes on her. Just as every time he saw her, his heart seemed to skip a beat. They had been getting to know each other, growing close, and surviving a few bizarre dreams.
He hadn't yet let on that he had found her picture online. She never indicated that she knew him either. Seeing her sat on the front steps of the small porch, Jared made his way over to her, lowering himself to sit beside her.
She turned to him with a smile, the smile faltering slightly as she met his eyes.
"Jared," she breathed.
"Hey Y/N," he smirked at her, loving the way it always seemed to make her visibly swoon.
"I think this is real," Jared finally stated, Y/N's head snapping to his with a furrowed brow. "I-I wondered, just because of how everything feels so different from just a dream." He tried to hastily explain, worried that she might run off on him. She had a habit of doing that. "I found your picture online-"
"What?"
"I think we should meet-"
"Jared-"
"No, I mean it," he protested, turning his body towards hers as they sat. "What if we agree on some way to meet, and then when we're awake, we do it? Then we'd know if it was real or not, right?"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Y/N," Jared sighed, his heart clenching at her immediate dismissal.
What was she so worried about?
"You're a celebrity, and I'm just me-"
"So you do know who I am."
Y/N paused, her mouth opening and closing like a fish on land as she struggled to continue her argument.
“I’m a fan,” she finally admitted, shaking her head.
“I don’t care,” Jared insisted, scooting closer to her.
“You would if this were real,” she grumbled to herself, but he’d heard every syllable loud as cannons in his ears.
Not knowing what else to say or do, he cupped her face and lowered his lips to hers. She gasped before melting into his hold. He inwardly smiled as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss.
His heart could feel the rush of emotion. He could feel the pressure of lips on lips. But the distinctness that reality holds - the soft, wet give; the feel of her warm breath; the taste of her mouth - was absent within the realm of dreams.
He pulled from the kiss, studying her dazed expression. He was caught off guard moments later as she jumped to her feet and ran into the house, disappearing from his view.
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Jensen was growing increasingly concerned. If he was worried about Jared before, he was undoubtedly worried now.
Jared hadn't had any dreams of this ‘Y/N’ in a while. After the last dream, Jared started blaming himself and growing more and more frustrated.
He had looked up Y/N's information, but it led to a dead end. She had since moved and changed jobs, her records not being updated with the most recent data.
Jensen had decided maybe talking it out, trying to figure out when and how it all began, would give some clue to the dreams or of Y/N. If something didn't give soon, he was worried he might have to convince his friend to commit himself to a facility that could help him.
"It started after the last convention," Jared groaned, running his fingers through his hair as he explained every moment in detail.
"Okay, so then what happened when you got home? That was when you had the first dream, right?"
"Yeah," Jared breathed out with a nod, a hand on his hip as he paused his pacing and focused on his memory.
In a flash, his head shot up, eyes narrowed. Jensen knew he was onto something. As Jared hurried into the back room and up to a bookcase, Jensen watched on and listened.
"A fan gave me something," he said, looking over the shelves and finding the stone. "This is it," Jared announced, showing the small stone resting in the open palm of his hand.
"What are those engravings?" Jensen asked, making Jared smirk at the Winchester in him coming to life.
"Let's find out," Jared clutched the stone in his hand and pulled up his laptop from the kitchen counter, beginning his research.
Jensen couldn't help but smile at the sight of Sam sitting on the stool, studiously investigating.
-
Y/N was a coward.
She had run from Jared after the kiss - shock, and emotion making her flee for clarity. For a short while afterward, she had tried to avoid sleep as much as possible. She tried to make an effort to not see Jared.
She thought she was going crazy. Mere dreams were crumbling her mental and emotional state. Her obsession had clearly gone too far, and now it was affecting her in genuine ways.
Jared had said it was real, that he wanted to see her in the waking world. But she reminded herself repeatedly that it was just dreams, just her mind making him say and do the things she desired.
There were several times in her dreams that she saw him. She would never approach him; instead, finding ways to get around him undetected and continue unburdened into her dream world.
Yeah, she was a coward, and she was ashamed.
-
Jared spent hours pouring through his computer, trying to find an answer, a clue, anything. His increasing irritability was draining him. Jared refused to take a break until Jensen said he'd take over, at which point Jared plopped on the couch with a sigh and began rubbing his head to ease the tension.
"Maybe the charm isn't working," Jared sighed, examining said object for the thousandth time. "Or maybe I scared her away for good."
"Maybe they're just dreams, and there's a different issue going on here," Jensen said with a quirked brow.
Jared had been avoiding talking about it, his upcoming rut. Each rut ran the risk of being 'the one' - the one that he'd never come back from. All the stress, dreams, and now broken sleep weren't helping in the slightest.
"Hey, I think I found something," Jensen announced.
Jared rolled off the couch to his feet, hurrying over and reading the screen. He looked over the images, then down at the stone in his hand, and back again. A smile began to break out on his face as he finally found his answer.
"She's my True Mate," he grinned, standing straight and focusing on the stone. "It helped me find her."
"If that were true," Jensen pointed out, still not believing it. "That would mean magic is real, and your fan is a witch. That's a bit of a leap, don't you think?"
"Maybe Dean's wrong, and not all witches are bad," Jared playfully defended, feeling lighter for the moment. "I'm gonna find her. I don't know how yet, but I'm gonna find her."
Jensen hoped - if she were real - that they could find her soon. He could already smell the stirrings of the Alpha's oncoming rut.
-
Jensen watched over his friend from the bedroom doorway as the fever took hold. Jared had become bed-ridden the day before, forcing Jensen to call Jared's physician over. He was willing to make a house call, no one wanting to take the Alpha from his home.
Jared was on the cusp of going feral as he tossed and turned in a fitful sleep. Suppressants and tranquilizers didn't help much as his biology began to betray him.
"Jay-" Jared's raspy and broken voice pulled him from his thoughts as he rushed to the bedside. "-the stone."
Jensen looked to the shelves, retrieving the stone - the one that somehow linked him to his True Mate - and dropped it into Jared's hand, helping his long, feeble fingers wrap around it.
Jared held it tightly in his grasp, laying his closed fist on his chest as he tried to ease himself back into sleep, drifting in and out of consciousness as he had been for the past day.
As Jared fell into another sleep, Jensen moved to the living room, pulling out his phone and making a call. He decided he would throw every resource he had into finding Y/N and bringing her to Jared.
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Y/N looked around the unfamiliar apartment. At least, she assumed it was an apartment from its layout. She was used to wandering through strange buildings in her dreams, so the appearance of a new one wasn't shocking.
She turned, seeing a long, drawn-out hallway extending into the distance. Something about it called to her, and she began walking down the hall, her fingers dragging along the walls as she went.
She passed by several doors before stopping at one at the end. The world seemed to ripple before her as she reached for the handle, wondering what mysteries lay beyond.
The door swung open, and she stepped inside. Immediately she was caught off guard by a strong scent, one that jolted her slightly within her dream world, shaking her foundations.
The sound of a pained whimper drew her attention to the large bed and the figure writhing beneath the thin sheets.
"Jared!" Y/N whispered in shock.
The Alpha was in a full-blown rut, the fever so extreme he could barely move in the bed. Her mind ignored the half-dressed, groaning state of Jared; instead, focusing on his obvious torment.
"Y/N?" Jared responded, sitting up in the bed with a groan.
He tilted his head, taking a deep breath and growling at her scent. She jumped, the growl surprising her and arousing her all at once.
"Why am I dreaming this?"
"Need you, Omega," Jared whined, weakly reaching for her. "Please come to me," he begged as he fell back on the bed.
He continued mumbling, and she risked taking a step closer to hear him better. He was repeating an address, it seemed, over and over again. Before she could inquire further, the dream was fading.
Y/N woke with a start, gasping and holding a hand to her chest as she sat upright in bed. The dream was so real. She could still smell his scent, burned into her. She could still feel the heat that emanated off of his sweaty skin. It all felt too real.
She had heard the stories about Jared, his ruts getting worse and worse. She worried for the Alpha, as did everyone who loved Jared. It was a rarity and a tragedy anytime someone went feral.
It didn't take her long to make up her mind after that.
Deciding the possibility of embarrassing herself and looking like a crazy person - if it was all just dreams - was better than if he was really in trouble and she did nothing, she called into work, claiming an emergency and taking some of her underused vacation time. As she packed her bags, she scheduled a flight and hotel near the address she heard in the dream. She almost talked herself out of it.
What if she was crazy?
What if they took one look at her and thought she was a stalker fan?
In the end, she decided even that was worth it. She had to know the truth and had to know that Jared was okay.
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Jensen paced the living room, tugging at his hair in frustration. No leads were panning out. No one was able to find this Y/N Y/L/N anywhere. Whoever she was, she liked to stay hidden.
Jensen had suggested that Jared use a service and have an Omega sent over to help him with his rut. Jared refused, rejecting the thought of anyone but his mate. The fever was taking hold, sending Jared into fits of rage, forcing Jensen to have to keep his distance for his own safety.
Everything in their world came to a screeching halt, everyone in Jared's life and career wondering if this was it for the Alpha. Would he spend the rest of his feral days in a facility equipped to handle him?
Jensen was dragged from his thoughts by a knock at the apartment door. He hoped it wasn't yet another noise complaint from Jared growling and throwing things about his room in his fits.
Opening the door, Jensen's breath was knocked from his lungs. Y/N - the woman he had been looking for, the one who could save Jared - she was there.
"Uh-" she spoke, wringing her hands together and nervous in front of one of her idols. "T-this might be crazy. My name's Y/N-"
She was cut off as Jensen grabbed her arm, tugging her inside the apartment and shutting the door behind them.
"Y/N Y/L/N," he breathed, hugging her tight and catching her off guard. He pulled back, hands on her shoulders as he looked her over. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
"You have?" the feeling of being starstruck quickly dissipated, replaced by confusion as she took in Jensen's words.
"The dreams are real," he explained as he ushered her down the hallway - the same hallway she remembered from her dream.
"I can smell him," she stated as she stood in front of the closed door, her breath shaky as her body began to respond to the Alpha on the other side.
Jensen could smell the stirrings of her heat, responding to her mate. As she whined and wobbled unsteadily on her feet, that's when she knew it was all true, no matter how impossible.
"I'm gonna go," Jensen said, taking awkward steps backward as he pointed over his shoulder. "Let you two…ya know-" he scratched at the back of his neck before making a hasty retreat.
"Hey, wait, what?" she fired off, staring at him slack jawed.
"Well, I mean, you're True mates, and he needs to mate, so I don't really need to be around for that."
Y/N followed after him, one step forward for each of his in retreat as she continued to question his decision-making skills.
"But I'm a stranger-"
"The dreams are real," he stated again, watching as Y/N grew unsteady on her feet, her heat and Jared's rut taking its toll on her biology. "You know each other already."
"But he might claim me."
"He's your True Mate! That's what's supposed to happen!" he chuckled humorlessly, throwing his arms in the air.
"And what if he hurts me, huh?" she asked, voicing her fears.
She just knew Jared would never forgive himself if he hurt her. He was just that kind of person. Jensen sighed, shaking his head, understanding that it was a legitimate concern at the moment.
"Look, he could go feral and die," Jensen leveled with her. "Or you can go in there, let him mate you, and save both of your lives."
From what little he did know of her from Jared, her life wasn't something she was pleased about. Jensen just hoped she could get Jared through this rut. If they mated, he knew everything would be okay for everyone.
He took her by the shoulders once more, turning her towards the hallway and nudging her towards the door.
"I'll be seeing you soon, I'm sure," he smirked at her before exiting the apartment swiftly.
Y/N groaned to herself, stomping her foot. She was shocked that Jensen would leave her alone in Jared's apartment. For a split second, she thought about turning tail and running. But she couldn't leave Jared alone.
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she opened the bedroom door slowly.
The scent in the room was overwhelming. Y/N's body was rapidly spinning out of control, her heat springing forth in response to the utter saturation of pheromones surrounding her.
As soon as the door opened, Jared caught her scent and stirred. Cracking open his eyes, he could see Y/N standing at the entrance to the room. He assumed he was dreaming again, groaning from the torture his mind and body were putting him through.
Y/N's heart sank. Jared was spread out on the bed in only boxers, the sheets and bedding tossed to the side. He was drenched in sweat, his entire body glistening from the fever that was burning him alive from within.
"Jared?" she finally spoke, her voice small as she inched her way into the room. "Jared, I-I'm here."
He jerked at the sound of her voice, his head rolling to the side, eyes opening wider as his nostrils flared. Her scent hit him, rich and thick. In the dreams, it was always faint and teasing. Now, he felt he could bathe in it.
In a flash, he rolled from the bed, rushed at her, and gathered her in his arms. Knowing everything was real, it was as if they weren't meeting for the first time. But instead, finally connecting in a way that wasn't possible before.
"I need you," he choked out, his nose burying in her neck as he pressed her back against the closed door.
She gasped; more of his scent wafted over her, causing her to clutch at her stomach from a painful cramp. He held her tighter in his arms, his lips trailing along her jaw to her mouth.
"You're real," he spoke again as his hands found her face, cupping gently, his thumbs caressing the apples of her cheeks.
The smile that tugged at the corner of his lips was the only warning she got before his lips crashed into hers.
It was just like in the dream, on the porch. Except Y/N could taste and feel. The essence of reality was present in a way that just wasn't in dreams. Feeling his lips against hers - the wetness and give as he pressed his lips to hers repeatedly - sent her mind swimming.
There was no doubt in her mind, the truth of it ringing deep into her bones - they were True Mates. If she were honest with herself, she had felt it long before but always assumed it was just her fangirl getting the better of her.
Now, she knew.
"Need you, Omega," Jared groaned.
In his state, she knew he'd be rough, fast, and primal. She was scared, but she wasn't about to let her fear stop her. More than how much she wanted him, she wanted him to not go feral and die.
"Yes, Alpha," she breathed.
"You sure, Omega?" he asked, his body vibrating with need, muscles taut with tension as his eyes trailed over her heaving chest. "I won't be able to control myself. I'll claim you," he groaned, eyes landing on the beating pulse in her neck, his rut and need pushing his rational mind into a cloudy distance.
Y/N took a deep breath, her hand caressing his cheek, watching as his eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into her touch.
"Not running anymore," she uttered. "Not from you."
Another cramp took hold of her, causing her to let out a pained moan, her body trying to curl in against the Alpha. Jared moved into action, quickly removing her clothes, the sound of ripping fabric reaching her ears. But she couldn't be bothered, her heat and his rut making her insane with need.
The whole thing was an overwhelming experience - her inner fangirl screaming, being silenced by the Omega who was growing desperate, to Jared’s unbelievable body and delectable scent. In a matter of moments, Jared had her completely bare.
While their lips collided again, Jared removed his boxers. He grabbed Y/N's thigh, hoisting it onto his hip, gaining access to run his fingers through her slick folds.
"Ready for me already, ‘Mega?"
Before she could answer, he slid inside to the hilt, grunting as he settled. Y/N let out a long and deep groan, her head hitting the door as she tossed it back.
"Oh, God," she breathed out, clutching him tightly.
Seeing her reaction, Jared groaned, pulling his hips back and thrusting them forwards forcefully. Setting a quick pace, he sunk his teeth into her neck - not hard enough to claim, but enough to tease - his hands gripping her tightly.
Y/N hissed at the bite but was quickly swept up in the feeling of him surrounding her, inside her. It had been far too long since she’d been with anyone, let alone an Alpha.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Alpha!" she screamed, breathing heavy and holding on for dear life. "Please…" she begged, not really sure what she was praying for.
He groaned at her voice, humming into her mouth as he moved back to her lips hungrily. Quickening his pace, his breath grew short and hard through gritted teeth as he clenched his jaw.
"You're so hot, Omega. I'm gonna cum," he breathed in her ear.
"Yes, Alpha...please," she begged once more, right on edge.
She was eager for his knot and claim - though she wasn’t sure how comfortable it would be in their current position. She wasn’t about to question the needy and primal Alpha. Instead, she grabbed a firm hold of his hair, smashing her mouth into his.
Her moans rumbling into his mouth drove him crazy. His hairs stood on end, every nerve ending sparking as he felt her walls clench around him. His hips bucked erratically as he squeezed his eyes, stilling his hips with a loud growl, releasing into her.
"Holy shit," she breathed out, legs trembling from the exertion.
She panted heavily into his neck, holding him tight. He hadn’t knotted or claimed her. She wasn’t sure what to think anymore, her emotions and heat spinning her out of control. Maybe he changed his mind and decided to have her just help him through his rut?
"There's more where that came from," he smirked knowingly, capturing her lips again as he slowly withdrew. "Bed."
Y/N looked at him, a tiny bit of fear and apprehension in her eyes as she moved to the bed. Swallowing hard, she laid back in the middle of the bed, her eyes roaming his physique.
"I can't hold back anymore," Jared spoke as he climbed over her. "I want you all the time, think about you all the time."
He trailed kisses along her chest, lingering on each nipple with a swift tongue flick while a finger slowly tortured her clit. She sighed contentedly, changing to a moan from his ministrations. Her hands ran through his hair, relishing the silky strands as she watched him with rapt attention. Two fingers slid through her folds as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
Y/N growled as she pushed herself up, forcing him to his back on the mattress, kissing and nipping her way down his torso. She sucked a mark into the V of his hip, smirking up at him as her mouth hovered over his throbbing cock, her breath fanning over him teasingly.
He moaned sinfully, her turning of the tables catching him off guard. His hips rose from the mattress instinctively as he felt her breath on him.
"Fuck, you're so hot, baby," he smirked.
She giggled, wrapping a hand around his girth, before licking from base to tip and sucking him in her mouth. She took him as far as she could, his tip hitting the back of her throat as she hummed, twisting her hand around what wouldn't fit. She pulled back, tongue dipping into his slit before sucking hard on the head, her tongue wiggling under the sensitive crown.
"Fuck!" he moaned loudly, legs twitching and fisting at the sheets. He threw his head back and gasped, closing his eyes in bliss.
She smirked knowingly, quickly sucking his length back down, bobbing a few times, her other hand massaging his balls. She hummed again, the vibrations spreading over his cock, before rising off of him, smiling, her hand still stroking his length.
He bit his lip at her smile, swiftly pulling her hand away and bringing her up to face level. He hungrily kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue. He pushed her over onto her front, seating himself between her legs from behind and lifting her up onto her knees.
"I only want to come inside you, Baby."
She whimpered, all coherent thought gone as she pushed back against him, silently begging for him.
"Say you want me," he teased, groping her ass with one hand and stroking her entrance with a long digit on the other.
"Jared," she whined in protest, pushing back against him once more. “Alpha! Want you so much!”
He growled and gritted his teeth, pushing the tip of his cock into her folds and holding it there. He pulled her up so her back pressed into his chest, massaging her breasts and marking her neck before easing her onto him slowly. He breathed out a strangled breath as she enveloped him, nipping the back of her earlobe.
She choked on her own breath, feeling him impossibly deep, deeper than before. She clutched her stomach with one hand, feeling the bulge from his cock, overwhelmed at feeling so full.
"Alpha," she panted. "Uhn, please."
Her moans drove him wild, biting her neck again before laying her forward on her stomach and rapidly pounding into her, guttural moans and grunts erupting from him as he felt so close already from the way she was teasing him with her mouth.
She could do nothing more than take what he gave, whines and grunts being punched from her mouth with every thrust. She writhed beneath him, hands desperately attempting to grab hold of anything as Jared filled her with a pleasure she'd never known. Tears squeezed from her eyes as she felt herself climbing, falling over the edge screaming out till her throat was sore.
He cursed, forcing himself as deep as he could, his knot popping and locking them together as ropes of cum spilled into her. Panting and light-headed, he leaned forward to bite into her neck once more, this time breaking the skin and bonding them together.
He eventually removed himself slowly, laying down beside Y/N. He pulled her close, protectively wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as she passed out from the rough coupling.
"I got you," he mumbled, closing his eyes and breathing her in. He was thankful that he’d finally found his Omega. That she was out of his dreams and in his arms at last. “Never letting you go.”
Summary:- From their first meeting, to when they moved in together, these are snapshots of Bucky and (Y/N)’s lives together.
Pairings:- Bucky x Reader
Warnings:- Cursing, Cringe, Reader is a fan? idk.
Word Count:- 1170
AN:- It gets a LOT fluffier, so just wait.
My Masterlist
Part 2
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After a regular night of suffering from PTSD induced nightmares, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was in desperate need of his caffeine fix. He walked to a nearby coffee shop, liking the comfy atmosphere and settled down on a table towards the back, from where he could see the whole shop clearly.
He liked to watch the people of this strange time interact. He had, of course, been ‘awake’ for some of this era, but never had the chance to view how the people had changed. It helped him forget about his miserable life for a bit. Just then, the shop door opened and two girls walked in.
The first was talking animatedly to her friend and was, to put it simply, absolutely gorgeous. “Look, it’s a new photo! How can someone be that beautiful? “The girl squealed, showing her friend her phone. “Honestly (Y/N) I don’t understand your obsession with him! I mean, I have to admit he’s freaking hot, but he’s a bad guy – a brainwashed maniac! How could you-”
The girl cuts off her friend with a sharp glare. “As my best friend, you can talk shit about my frizzy dry hair,” Her hair was beautiful. “-and how I need to put on makeup,” She looked perfectly nice without any on. “-but don’t you dare talk about him like that! He is off limits for your dumb-ass judgments.” The girl finished and her friend rolled her eyes at her.
“Okay, okay! No need to be so damn protective over him!” The girl’s friend grumbled before ordering. Bucky felt something burn in his heart when he heard the girl protect and fawn over her significant other. Bucky did not even know the girl’s name, so it wasn’t jealousy he was feeling.
With a start he realized he was envious of the man the girl was talking about. Bucky craved the love and affection the girl obviously had for her significant other, even though he knew no one in their right mind would choose to be with him. HYDRA had taken anything good Bucky might have had to offer to pretty girls like the one in front of him. He was broken beyond repair.
As he was finished with his coffee, Bucky stood up to leave and started walking towards the door, hearing the beauty talk about her love once again. “This picture is so old I can’t even see those beautiful eyes of his properly, but look, he’s smiling! Oh God, his smile does things to me! He really should do that more often . . .” The girl trailed off with a pout and Bucky turned to look at her one last time, thinking that if it was him the girl was talking about so adoringly, he would never stop smiling.
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As (Y/N) fawned over an old picture of a smiling James Barnes in uniform, a tall man passed her table, wearing a cap and a large coat. She also noticed that he was wearing a glove on his left hand but his right hand was bare. Before (Y/N) could connect this attribute to a certain someone though, the man turned, flashing icy blue eyes towards her for only a second.
That was when she realized who else had a thing for wearing only one glove. (Y/N) knew her hope was utterly far-fetched, and a desperate cry to the fates, but she couldn’t help but think about the possibilities. She also realized fairy-tales don’t have a habit of coming true, but on the unlikely likelihood of the man being him, (Y/N) decided in a split second to follow him.
She rushed out the coffee shop muttering a “Got to go, bye!” to Alicia and walked behind at what she deemed to be a ‘safe’ distance from the man. The thought quickly hit her though, that if the man was James Barnes, ex assassin and current Avenger, he would be able to tell someone was tailing him. This is why (Y/N) pulled out her phone and started talking loudly to a ‘friend’.
Hiding in plain sights in the bustling streets of New York was the best she could come up with. She tailed the tall stranger like that for a few blocks, and then decided to bump into him in order to see his face. Suddenly though, (Y/N) was shoved into an alley against a dirty wall before she could fathom anything.
“Why are you following me?” James’ voice was heavenly, deep and gravelly from anger, as his steely blue eyes full of distrust pierced into (Y/N)’s. She almost sighed at the feeling of his gaze locked with hers, but was able to contain herself. When she saw his fist rise threateningly though, (Y/N) did the first thing she could think of.
She put her arms around James’ waist and pulled him into a hug, resting her head on his chest. That definitely wasn’t the best thing to do, as they were complete strangers, but (Y/N) thought the hug did show James she did not mean any harm.
Plus, it made the Avenger hesitate before punching the life out of her, so (Y/N) happily considered that a win. As could be expected if a strange girl randomly hugged you, James froze against (Y/N), all thoughts of killing her hopefully out of his mind. Realizing the situation could get even more awkward very fast, (Y/N) let go and smiled up at him sheepishly.
“Sorry for that, I panicked. By the way, I wasn’t following you per se, it was more . . . Okay so maybe I was, but I didn’t mean any harm!” She said quickly, not wanting James to decide she was a threat after all. “Who are you?” James asked suspiciously.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Hello James Barnes, I’m (Y/N) (L/N). It’s very nice to meet you!”(Y/N) introduced herself and put her hand forward for him to shake. James shook it hesitantly. “Why were you following me?” He repeated his question from before, but his tone was not as angry.
“This will make me sound like such a stalker, but I wanted to know if it was really you.” (Y/N) told him the truth and his eyebrows furrowed. “You know what, forget about it. You want to go on a walk with me?” She asked him, raising her eyebrows slightly. James Barnes was the infamous Avenger (Y/N) had been obsessing over for months, but he was also a person, and she happened to be quite confident around people.
She was not going to let the gorgeous specimen of a man in front of her lower her confidence. “It’s not like I asked you to give me a limb! I just- Oh shit, I’m sorry, that limb joke was a really insensitive thing to say-” “Sure, I’ll walk with you. It’s okay, (Y/N).” James cut off her ramblings with an amused smirk and (Y/N) sighed in relief. “Well then, come on!” She said, walking with him out of the alley and into the crowded streets of New York.
AN:- This one was actually why I started this blog, I just haven’t posted it for some reason. Hope you liked it, feedback is appreciated, and I hope you have a good day!
