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somnambulic-thing · 10 months

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Found family fluff with Eddie and Wayne, you said? This is for @storiesbyrhi <3 1.8k, fluffy stuff ahead | Eddie & Wayne, Eddie & Dustin, Eddie & Mews, Wayne/Claudia Henderson [Or: The Hendermunsons, like I call them.] didn't really read it back, very likely very messy

It’s 86, baby, and Eddie snatches his diploma, flips off most of Hawkins High and storms off the stage. Wayne is already up and on his way to meet his boy, well aware of the plan Eddie had made way back when he had failed his first Senior year, and Wayne wasn’t going to spoil the fun for his kid. In his opinion, Principal Higgins got off easy with just a middle finger.

Out in the parking lot, Wayne pulls Eddie into a firm hug, tells him he’s proud, so proud, pats his shoulders a little too hard, maybe, but he really is proud and when he holds Eddie by his outstretched arms, both men look a little teary.

“You ready for the next adventure, kid?”

Eddie’s grin could split the pavement. “Hell yeah, Wayne. You’ve no idea.”

Wayne walks to the driver’s side of his car and smiles a decent smile himself. “I raised ya, Ed. I think I got an inkling about that.”

Later that day, the two Munsons knock at the Hendersons door and are greeted with cheers and kisses; Eddie to both cheeks, Wayne to the mouth. Claudia is excited, has made every little treat she knows Eddie loves and there is enough food to feed eight people instead of four.

“How are you feeling, Eddie?” Claudia asks, cheeks pink, eyes a little teary. “Excited?”

“I’m good, I’m good. You can’t bawl on me before dinner though, I need some sustenance before that.”

She cups his cheeks and gives him a little pat, smiling up at him. “Of course. Dusty is in his room, go say hello while your uncle and I get everything ready.”

Dustin’s door is ajar and Eddie knocks against the doorframe, giving him no real time to respond before entering. “Ohhh Duuuusty-buuun,” he croons and is met with a massive eye-roll and an annoyed stare which holds for five full seconds before he breaks out into a big fat grin.

“There he is, Eddie the Graduate!” Dustin bows down low, his think cap slipping off his curly head. “Most metal departure ever! Even Nancy cheered!”

Eddie snatches the cap from the floor before Dustin can, puts it on and flops down on the bed, arms spread out. “Man,” he sighs, “I still can’t believe that I finally made it.”

The mattress dips a little as Dustin sits down and the silly giggle Eddie considers home by now fills him with a weird kind of warmth that toes the line between comfort and anxiety.

“Yeah, dude, non of us can really believe it,” Dustin says and Eddie pulls up his brows until they almost hit the visor of the cap.

“Rude?”

Dustin’s eyes go wide, “No, no, no! That’s not what I mean!”

“What do you mean?”

“That… well, that we’re going to miss you, man.” Dustin rubs the back of his head and mumbles, “that I’m going to miss you… you know… you’re like the big brother I always wanted… and Hawkins won’t be the same without you now…”

“Uhh, fuck,” Eddie groans and presses his palms to his eyes. “The Hendersons and their tear-jerking properties.”

He sits up, sees the slight pout on Dustin’s face and puts and arm around his shoulder, ruffling through his curls, swallowing a small lump before he speaks again. “I’ll visit, as much as I can, okay?”

“Yeah, of course, I don’t mean to rain on your parade, man…”

“You better use your time wisely, I want to test out your DM qualities the first time I’m back.”

“What?” Dustin looks shocked, and starts to stammer. “I… no… that’s… weird, no Eddie, no, I… I… horrible idea… could never…”

Eddie laughs and pulls his arm around Dustin’s shoulder a little tighter. “Speak after me: I, Dustin Henderson…”

“I, Dustin Henderson…”

“…will be a great Dungeon Master!”

“Good,” Eddie smirks and pokes the tip of his tongue out his mouth. “It’s okay to not be as formidable as I am, kiddo, it’s hard to keep up with the divine…”

“Ass,” Dustin mutters, shoving Eddie slightly but they both chuckle softly.

“But no, hey, really… Don’t try to do what I did. You do your own thing and it will be great.”

“You sure?”

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie says and slumps back to the mattress again. “Would never have bullied you into taking over Hellfire if I wasn’t. M’ actually pretty fucking relieved to know it will be in good hands… don’t tell Wheeler, but I was considering failing another year when he declared his interest in taking over…”

“Man, would I be pissed after all those hours tutoring your antsy ass,” Dustin laughs and nudges Eddie’s knee with his own. “Your secret is safe with me.”

A soft knock on the door, then Wayne’s face appears in the doorframe. “You boys hungry?”

“Starving,” they say in unison and hop off the bed.

As they make their way into the kitchen Eddie remembers the first time he walked into the Hendersons house about a year ago on a mission to teach Dustin everything he knew about being a Dungeon Master. It had been like the house wanted him here, like it tried to persuade him that this was a place he needed to come back to, like the secrets on how to go on with his life that he sometimes was so weary of lay here in this humble one-story home.

It didn’t take long for Dustin to notice a pattern in the way Eddie did certain things. The kid started asking all kinds of weird questions about how Eddie went about his assignments at school and after he’d reluctantly answered all the very uncomfortable stuff, he could see a light bulb turn on and explode over Dustin’s head. Turned out that Dustin spent his summers at science camp with a lot of kids in need of alternative ways of learning and that over the years, Dustin had picked up on a few tricks himself. Tricks that worked wonders with Eddie. Soon, Dustin declared Eddie a fucking brain that just needed some directions from someone who was willing to be patient enough to show them to him.

Meeting Dustin hadn’t only changed Eddie’s life but also the life of his uncle and Eddie was proud of that. Proud that something he did ultimately lead to Wayne being as happy as Eddie had ever seen him.

Eddie had spent so much time at the Hendersons that Claudia one day told him to invite Wayne for dinner so that Eddie wouldn’t have to leave early to catch Wayne before his night shifts started. There had been nothing to prepare Eddie for how much of a flirt his uncle could be. Claudia had not stood a chance.

“Uhn, hey, Dustin?” he asks before they make it to the dark wood table Eddie was so familiar with by now and Dustin turns around, eyebrows high and waiting.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll miss you too, little brother.” Dustin’s eyes are huge, his lower lip slightly quivering and before he can speak, Eddie pulls him into a hug. “I owe you so much, dude. If you ever need anything you call me and I’m here as fast as I can, you hear me?”

“Uh-hn,” Dustin gulps against Eddie’s shoulder. “I will.”

“Good,” he releases Dustin, holds him by his shoulders and smiles. “Good.”

“Same goes for you, by the way,” he says a little shaky, reaching up to pluck his cap from Eddie’s head but Eddie evades him by leaning back.

“I’m keeping that.”

“What? Why? It’s my favourite!”

Eddie rolls his eyes and walks past Dustin towards the table where Wayne and Claudia are waiting, faces soft from what they surely just have witnessed. “Because it looks much better on me—“

“Asshole,” Dustin half laughs half grumbles, plopping down on his chair.

“Dusty!” Claudia says in shock while Wayne grins behind his hand. “Apologize to Eddie.”

“Nah! I kinda deserved it…” Eddie grins and looks around the room, “Where is Mews? He didn’t even say hello.”

“Oh,” Claudia stands up and hurries to open the porch doors. “Meeeewsieee!… He just went out for a walk right before you got here… Meeeeews… Eddie… come try it yourself, will you?”

Eddie joins Claudia at the door, puts his hands around his mouth and calls for the cat. “Oh, Meeeeews, where are youuuu?”

“MEOW!”

“I don’t believe it,” Claudia chuckles, strokes Eddie’s shoulder and walks back to the table as Eddie squats down, waiting, until Mews rushes out of an elder bush and right into his arms. He picks him up, scratching the special spot between his ears, the ginger fur soft between his fingertips.

“Hey buddy.” Eddie puts a kiss on Mews forehead and moves to sit down.

“Can we start eatin’ now?” Wayne says, eyeing the food impatiently. “I’m starving.”

“Sure, sure,” Eddie waits for Mews to find the best position on his lap. “Go ahead, you don’t have to wait for me. You know I have no table manners…”

“That may be, but I wanted to make a toast and I’d like for you to pay attention when I’m doin’ it, Ed.”

“A toast?” Eddie frowns.

“It’s a custom occurring during gatherings of people to honour something or someon— ouch,” Dustin shrieks, pulling up his leg to rub at his shin.

“Sorry,” Eddie winces, “wasn’t meant to be that hard.”

“Meow!”

Dustin laughs in disbelief. “Good thing you’re gone soon—“

“Meow?”

“You had to be a smartass, Dusty—“

“Well, you had to be a dumbass—“

“Boys!”

“Sorry Wayne,” they say in unison again, then fall quiet.

There is a smirk lingering somewhere around Wayne’s eyes, breaking out fully as he clears his throat and lifts his glass.

“This is to Eddie, my boy, who will leave Hawkins soon to bring chaos to Indianapolis and who hopefully won’t electrocute himself at his new job with that fancy guitar manufacturer because no matter what a menace he can be; I’m proud of him, always will be proud of him… and I love you, son. Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

“Meow!”

“Uhm, shit, uhm, thank you..” A stray tear runs down Eddie’s cheek and he lets it. Mews paws press against his stomach and he figures it doesn’t matter that he’s too overwhelmed to say something half as meaningful because they all knew it was there, somewhere inside him. “I… thank you… like… all of you. Truly.”

“Alright, my boys,” Claudia says, with a thick voice. “Let’s eat—“

“Not quite yet,” Wayne says and turns in his seat, glass raised once more. “And this is to my beautiful Claudia and to Dustin, who are willing to take an old man like me in and share their home with him. I’m one lucky bastard.”

“Cheers,” Eddie and Dustin laugh out, smiles splitting their faces while Claudia, cheeks flushed pink, presses a hearty kiss to Wayne’s cheekbone.

“You’re very welcome.”

“Yeah,” Dustin says, starting to load food onto his plate. “You’re welcome.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson #Eddie Munson & Dustin Henderson #Wayne Munson x Claudia Henderson #Eddie Munson fluff #my fic

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klbwriting · 3 months

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The Jason Todd Anomaly

Chapter 18: You Punched Him

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none, some angst

Summary: YN and Jason do some thinking

YN ended up at the gym and Marco was kind enough to let her stay in one of the storage rooms. It had a cot for when he sometimes slept there before his wife let him move back in. It wasn’t much but it kept her from the streets. She assumed he knew this was probably because of a fight with Jason but he didn’t pry that night when she showed up. He led her back to the room; told her she could shower and get some rest and he would see her the next day. When he finally left her alone YN cried. It wasn’t just about the fight, it was the realization that she had built something up in her mind, that she had found a home and a family with people who were like her. They wanted to make things better, help people, and Jason at least had understood her way of helping people. But that was all in her mind. She was a pet to them, and now it was over anyway, she didn’t know if they would want her back after she messed up like she did. She should had listened to Jason honestly; she shouldn’t have assumed she knew better than the man who had been doing this kind of thing for over a decade. Of course, they knew what they were doing, she was just an idiot newbie getting in the way. She went to shower, wanting to wash all of this guilt and stupidity off her before she settled into a restless sleep.

Marco woke her up in the late morning with a bagel sandwich and coffee, inviting her into his office to eat. He waited until she had started eating before he started talking.

“You know I know what Jason and those other boys do at night,” he said, shrugging his shoulder casually. YN cocked her head to the side. “What you started doing with them too. I can only assume you’re here because of some tiff with Mr Red Hood and honestly, I’m not surprised, it was about time you two hit the hard part of your relationship.”

“How do you even know any of that?” she asked, sitting back and looking out the office window. There were a few people in the gym, none of them being in the Wayne family luckily, but they weren’t paying attention to them.

“I’ve known Jason since before Bruce Wayne knew Jason,” he said. “Kid needed a place he could blow off steam when his parents failed him, I made sure it was here. Got that cot for him originally, then Bruce came along and even though he had a full gym at that fancy mansion Jason still came here some days, especially when they were fighting.” She nodded.

“So, I guess you’re saying I shouldn’t be around too long, he might show up,” she said. Marco frowned and shook his head.

“No, I’m saying that he hasn’t really ever had a place outside of here that he felt safe. Until you came along, I haven’t seen him here without you since you punched him in the face,” he said. She chuckled at the memory. “I knew as soon as you did that, he was gonna love you.” She rolled her eyes. “O stop that, you punched him, and I’ve never seen a guy fall so fast for someone. Ridiculous. You need to talk to him because you fell just as hard, and it would be a shame to let that kind of love die so easy.”

“You don’t know what happened,” she said before sighing.

“Ya, I mean, I don’t know what happened, but were you angry when you left?” he asked. She nodded. “Have you had time to think about how it should have gone different?” She nodded again. “Then it isn’t over, you need to talk to him, calmly, and then you can decide if its over.” She wiped her eyes quick so he wouldn’t see, but he did, handing her a tissue.

Jason hadn’t slept, pacing the loft. The other guys had left, all except Tim who Alfred insisted stay on the couch and not move for at least 24 hours to make sure the stitches didn’t tear right away. Tim had sat listening to his older brother thunk around in the loft before he had enough. He called up to Jason three times, but was ignored, so he violated Alfred’s orders and stomped up the stairs to Jason.

“Seriously man, just go out and find her,” he said, clearly annoyed. Jason turned around and threw the knife he was holding. Tim didn’t move, knowing that it wouldn’t come close to his head as it stuck into the wall behind him.

“I can’t believe I just yelled at her like that, told she isn’t one of us,” Jason said, back to pacing.

“Well, she’s not, yet,” Tim said. “If you trusted her more she might be soon.” Jason glared at him. “Jason, how did Bruce teach us? Outside of the cave?” Jason shrugged. “He let out go out, get hurt, make mistakes. He watched us from a distance so we didn’t die, but he let us be free and learn through doing. You, you are clutching her so tight she can’t do that.”

“I can’t lose her, I can’t just put her in the Lazarus Pit if she dies,” Jason said. He finally stopped and looked at Tim. “She can’t be one of us because look at us, we are all a mess, broken, and so fucked up and she isn’t yet and I can’t let her get this messed.” Tim stared at him.

“Jason you are such a lovesick idiot, she is one of us, she’s one of us like Stephanie is one of us, learning and maybe not quite as fucked as we all are. She needs us and you need her,” he said. Jason glared at Tim again before sighing. He was right, Jason knew it. He knew he should have been better, let her know he was terrified, that she meant everything to him, and that they could figure it out together. And he definitely had to make sure she knew she was part of their family, as messed up as it was.

“Well, I know she didn’t go back to her place, someone else lives there now,” Jason muttered. Tim shrugged.

“Where else would she go?” he asked. Jason grabbed his jacket and headed to the garage, he knew where she’d be.

#jasontoddanomaly #jasontoddxreader #jason todd x reader #jasontodd #jason todd #red hood x reader #redhood #redhoodxreader

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bimobuddy · 9 months

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Safe at Last

TUA tickle fic

> Comfort Tickles <

Lee!Five - Ler!Klaus

Post Series

Might be a little ooc but it's fiiine

Summary: Five is finally being hit by everything, and what better way to help him out than to bring back something simple and familiar?

Five laid there on his bed (futon), just staring up at the ceiling. Processing. He had time traveled, gotten stuck in the post apocalyptic future for 43 years, leaving his family behind, killed people, came back as a child, barely survived three apocalyptic ends, so much more, and... it was finally catching up to him. He exhaled, long and slow.

Due to the deal Allison made with Reginald, they all were alive. Powerless, but alive. And Five was still in his child body, meaning no one believed him that he was 58, and he couldn't buy his own house yet, so he just bounced around from sibling to sibling, whoever would let him stay a few nights.

A few of his siblings had offered to let him just fully move in, and he had considered it, he really had, but he decided against it. He was an old man at heart and mind, he didn't want to feel like he was being taken care of -even if deep down he knew he probably needed it to some degree- so currently, he was staying with Klaus, in an apartment.

"Hey, Fivers.." Speak of the devil. Five didnt even move his head, he just flicked his eyes over to Klaus, who stood in the doorway. "Hm?"

"Hate to barge in like this, but I couldn't help but notice you looked so... sad?" Klaus sat on the futon next to his older-younger brother. Five snorted. "After everything we've been through, 'sad' is an understatement." Five said, looking back up at the ceiling.

Klaus nodded. "Yeah, that's... that's fair. That's really fair." Silence hung in the air for a moment, while Klaus looked down at Five. The poor kid guy looked exhausted, like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. In a way, he had. Three times.

Klaus leaned back against the couch part of the futon, in thought. Suddenly, he got an idea. "Hey, Five, if you'll trust me-" "I know I shouldn't, especially after you've said that, but go on." "-I think I know what may help."

Intrigued, Five propped himself up on his elbows. "I hope you don't mean dr-" "No, no, I'm clean now. But back when I was fighting in the war, there was something Dave used to do that would help me relax." Almost immediately, Five laid back down. "Klaus, I'm flattered and a little creeped out, but not interested." Klaus was tempted to bring up the fact that Five had actually made a joke, but he decided to do it later. "No, it wasn't anything like that, it was just a way to calm me down on real bad nights. If you'll trust me, I'd like to try it with you. You need it, buddy, trust me."

Five thought for a moment. "Fine. I doubt you could make it any wORSE-" As soon as the words left his lips, Klaus had pulled him into his lap. Five started to get up but Klaus gently held his shoulders. "No no, it's okay, this is part of it, you're fine! I'm not gonna mess with ya.. Well- Not much. Give me your hand." Five hesitantly laid back down and gave Klaus his hand.

Klaus started to very gently trace light circles against his palm. When Five snorted and closed his fist, pulling away, Klaus chuckled. "Oh right, I forgot your hands were bad. Let's try somewhere a little less sensitive." Before Five could question what he was doing, Klaus had pushed his shirt up to just under his ribs, starting to lightly trace and tap around his tummy.

Five felt his face and ears get red as he hid his face. He tried to blink away- right. No powers anymore. He decided to just keep his face covered as he giggled into his hands. "Fuck- Klahaus! Whyhy?" The Former-Seance just grinned. "It's hard to think about the bad things while you're getting tickled, isn't it?"

He was right. Five found it quite difficult to think about that while giggling, laying across his brother's lap. In fact, it had the opposite effect. Five was remembering a time when they were kids, this was a thing Klaus had done back then, too. He was always one to give cheer-up tickles to him and his siblings after a rough day. He felt a mix of comfort and nostalgia spread throughout his chest, coming out in the form of much lighter, more bubbly giggles. He hadn't even noticed.

Klaus grinned down at him. "Aw, look at you! You're actually giggling and staying in place, you haven't rolled away once!"

Oh, right.. His reputation.. He was supposed to not like this. Five raised an arm to cover his mouth as he turned his head away, but Klaus just upped the tickles and skittered up his ribs and toward his underarm. Five slammed his arm down as his giggles turned frantic. "Dohohon't!" "Don't what?" "Tihickl- I'M NAHAT THAT DUHUMB!" "Ah, I almost gotcha though."

Klaus fluttered his fingers around Five's ears and under his chin, which resulted in an adorable little snort, then found his way back to his tummy, getting bubbly giggles, then to his hips, which made Five buck and let out a real belly laugh. Yet he still hadn't really protested or tried to get away.

When Klaus squeezed his knee, Five shot up and grabbed his hand. "KLAHAUS!!" He paused to catch his breath, giggles still flooding out of his chest. Klaus smiled warmly. "Just gentle tickles? Calm?" Five just nodded and repeated, "Calm."

Five laid back down, covered his face, and giggled softly into the room, the way he used to before everything happened, back when he was still a somewhat normal 13 year old spending the night in his brother's room after a hard day. And for the first time in a very long time, he felt safe.

#sfw tickling community #tickle community #tickling #tickle fic #Lee!Five #Ler!Klaus #post series #comfort tickles

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softguarnere · 2 years

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A World Without Color Is A World Without You

Eugene Roe x reader

A/N: What's up y'all?! @brassknucklespeirs and I have been talking about soulmate aus, and now they're living rent free in my brain. I had a wild day at school, and using those feeling to create angst was strangely therapeutic, I won't lie. I hope you enjoy this, and my requests are always open if you have something specific you would like to see! (As always, this is written for the fictional depictions from the show -- absolutely no disrespect to the real-life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST! The usual HBOwar stuff: war, guns, injury, blood, language. I also didn't really proof read this, so take that for what it's worth.

"So is it like, a cultural thing?" George asks. In between his shivering, he gives you a sideways glance, watching you tense up as you continue staring straight ahead through the darkness, watching the line. He shrugs. "I've just always wondered."

"About what?"

He shrugs again. "Well, back in Toccoa, I kinda thought maybe you were just shy. But I know that's not true; you're pretty chatty after a few drinks. I remember reading somewhere once, before the war, maybe back in school, that in some cultures it's rude, or even taboo."

On your other side, Joe huffs. The cool air in front of him clouds up with what little warmth he can muster. "George, I'm sure if she wanted to talk about it, she woulda told ya by now."

"Yeah, Luz," you agree. "If I knew what the hell you were talking about, I probably could have answered you twelve different times."

The radioman knocks his shoulder against your own. "Awe, come on (Y/N). My brain is frozen -- gimme a break."

"Okay. I'll answer if you actually ask the question."

"Okay." Luz nods. For someone who was so eager to find answers a moment before, he seems unsure of himself when you give him permission to ask. He stops looking at you and trains his own eyes on the line, voice softening when he asks, "Why do you never look anyone in the eye?"

There it is.

Toye reaches behind you to smack Luz on the back of his helmet.

"Ow!"

"You can't just ask that!" Joe reprimands. "Besides, you could probably just figure it out from context."

Joe is right. It seems like most people should have figured it out by now. Maybe then you wouldn't have so many sweet-talking replacements sauntering up to you with calls of, "Hey, Shy Girl, you found your man yet, or are you playin' hard to get?" or "Baby, I bet I could be the one to make you see color."

Because that's the thing: your world has always been shades of black and white, and it will remain that way until you look into the eyes of your soulmate. The first color you ever see will be the color of their eyes, and then -- according to everything you've heard your friends and family describe -- the rest of the world will follow as a whole universe of color is revealed to you. But therein lies several problems for you.

Problem one: you didn't find your soulmate back at home before the war. Which, you initially thought, might be okay. Maybe you would meet them after. Or during, some of your more romantic-minded friends told you dreamily before you shipped out.

Which made problem two all too real to you: if you meet your soulmate and then they die, the world will go back to being black and white.

The realization had hit you like a punch in the gut. Everyone else seemed to think it was tragically romantic, but not you. You had always known the world as shades of plainness and shadow. How could you stand it, if you discovered the beauty of the world, only to then have it stripped away from you? And worse, how could you stand to lose the person that you loved -- that you were destined to be with? Something that was all too possible in the middle of a war.

So you made a decision. A hard one, but one that seemed necessary -- you wouldn't look a stranger in the eye again until after the war.

Under the blanket of night, huddled together with your friends for warmth, you tell them exactly that. No one can tell if the slight shake in your voice is from emotion or from the cold, and no one calls it into question. You've never told anyone before. You're not sure how they might react.

Joe pats your knee. He's not a man of words, but his action says it all.

"I'm sorry," Luz whispers. "I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's okay," you reassure him, trying to smile, more for yourself than for him. To lighten the mood, you decide to do what he would do if he weren't in an awkward position -- you crack a joke. "Why does it matter, Luz? You worried we might be soulmates?"

Taken off guard, he laughs. "I won't lie, (Y/N), the thought has occurred to me."

It had taken a lot of strength to tell them your secret. Now though, they know -- secrets rarely feel so heavy when there's someone who can help you carry them. Your burden reduced, you turn towards him in the darkness. "Well, let's find out."

"What?" Out of reflex, he turns to you.

Your eyes meet and . . .

Nothing. The world is still black and white.

"That answers that question," Luz says.

"Toye, you wanna find out if we're destined to be together?" You tease.

"Eh, why not." You blink owlishly at each other in the darkness, searching each others eyes for something that might not have been there before. Nothing happens, but neither of you breaks eye contact.

A smile pulls at the corner of Joe's mouth, and before you know it, the two of you are giggling at the idea of finding out that one of your oldest war-buddies might have been your soulmate all along without you realizing it. Who knows if it would have been funny anywhere but Bastogne -- the environmental pressures are starting to get to everyone -- but in that moment, it's the most hilarious thing in the world. Even George is shaking with laughter.

"Shhhh!" Only the sound of crunching snow rushing towards your fox hole can stop the joke. Compton leans down, his eyes never leaving the line in front of him as he hisses, "Keep it down! You wanna give away our position?"

"Sorry, Lieutenant," you giggle.

For all your trying, it's not until he's long gone that the three of you manage to catch your breath. Somehow, it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, however slightly. You can look your best friends in the eye. That's something.

You fall asleep between them, the world still black and white, but not quite so dismal as you once imagined your dull color scheme to be.

"I've been workin' on the railroad, all the livelong day," you sing along with the other men, your grin the widest it's been in a while. Finally out of the fox holes, finally haven taken Foy, finally moving on.

"I've been working on the railroad, just to pass the time away --"

You're just beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, things will start to look up for Easy Company when something zings by your ear. One of the men beside you falls to the ground, and suddenly, the world around you descends into chaos.

A few more men drop like flies. Others tumblr over each other like dominos, some of them trying to flatten themselves to the ground for cover while others trip over each other to duck behind one of the nearby buildings.

"Sniper!" someone calls out. A body slams into yours as you try to scramble away from the tank you had been sitting on. The force of their body against yours sends you stumbling. It's just enough to hold you back from safety, and you feel the hot metal rip through your thigh.

You cry out as you hit the ground. Around you, bullets still race to find new marks as the sniper's rifle peppers the air with the sound of rounds being fired. You're face down on the dirty snow. It's harder than it should be not to roll over and call out for help, but the image of Julian back in Bastogne enters your mind and you settle for clenching your right hand into a fist and shoving it over your mouth to muffle your cries as you wait for it to be over.

More gunshots. Some cheers. How long have you been on the ground? A few minutes? Hours?

Someone grabs you by the shoulder and flips you over. Only then do you gasp out in pain.

"(Y/L/N)! Where are you hit?" Sergeant Lipton demands.

"Thigh." You try to sit up, but the Sergeant holds you down as he calls out for a medic. "Are the others okay?"

"Shifty got the sniper," Lipton assures you with a weak smile.

"But what about the others who got hit?"

"Alright, where'd they get her?" Spina asks as he appears beside you. From your awkward angle on your back, you can see him grimace as he looks at your thigh, which is pulsing with white hot pain.

"Is it bad? Is it --" you have to stop and swallow before you can continue. "Did they get an artery?"

"Roe's got the morphine," Spina says, looking over his shoulder and calling for the Louisiana boy before glancing back down at you. "Just take it easy, (Y/N)."

You grit your teeth through a spark of pain. It's hot and bright -- probably what stars feel like as they burn out.

"Hey --" Lipton pats your cheek with his hand, trying to keep you grounded. "Stay with me, (Y/N). Roe's comin', okay? Hey, at least you didn't get shot in the ass like Perco, huh?"

"Mighta hurt less," you hiss.

"She got morphine?" A thick accent asks as Doc Roe appears above you. He glances down at your thigh and then at you. And then --

Something happens.

Roe must sense it too, because just as his eyes start to move back to your injury, he stops short. Something about his eyes . . . it's hard to describe. It's unlike anything you've ever seen before.

They're not black and white, you realize with a start. You gasp sharply, not sure if it's from pain or from the shock. Then, slowly, the world around you draws into focus in a way it never has before. The blacks and whites you've become so accustomed to fade away as color seeps in, like water paints bleeding onto a fresh sheet of paper, filling in the world in ways that you didn't even know was possible.

"Doc, are you gonna help her?!" Lipton asks as Roe falls to his knees beside you, still staring straight into your eyes. Neither of you take note of Spina cursing in confusion, grabbing Doc's bag and tearing through it for morphine and bandages.

"It's you," you gasp at the same time that Roe whispers, "I found you."

Lipton looks between the two of you in confusion. The minute it clicks, his jaw drops into a capital O. "Oh shit."

"Right --" Spina pats your leg and stands up as more people approach. " -- Didn't hit an artery, but she'll need to visit an aide station to get this cleaned up. I've done what I can."

Aide station?

"Wait, no!" You try to push yourself up, try to prove that you're fine. If you get taken to a hospital, it might take forever for them to let you out. And then how will you get back to Easy? Something could happen to Roe before you return.

You grasp the Cajun boy's hand as you're lifted onto the piece of wood that's serving as a crude stretcher. Over the rumbling of the approaching Jeep engine, you plead with him. "Don't let them take me, Doc. I'll be fine. I'm fine! I don't wanna go."

"You gotta," he says sadly. "Your leg . . ."

"I want to stay here," you insist. "Please. Please, Gene."

"I'll find you." He presses a kiss to the back of your hand as they load you into the Jeep. "I promise, we'll find each other again, okay? But you gotta go now, (Y/N)."

Your tightly knitted fingers unravel as the vehicle starts to move, unnoticing and uncaring of your feelings on the matter. For the first time since you got hit, you feel your eyes grow hot and watery. There's no use trying to hold back the tears that slip out as you're driven away from the boy who colored in your world.

From the boy who's your soulmate.

#I said angst and I meant angst #bon appetit ya know?#band of brothers x reader #eugene roe x reader #doc roe #eugene roe #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers #my writing #soulmate au #george luz #joe toye #carwood lipton #ralph spina #buck compton

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breezy-cheezy · 5 months

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I just want to say it's been delightful watching you get into One Piece. It's been one of my main fandoms for years, but most of the people I was following who posted about it moved on to other things and I didn't have the energy to try to find new ones, so my dash has been pretty empty of it and I mostly just kept up with the anime/manga and not much else. Your enthusiasm for it, and all the art you've been posting and reblogging, has been a highlight of my days. I have a One Piece fanfic I've been trying to finish for years, and I've felt more like writing it in the past week or so than I have in a very long time (haven't actually managed it yet, but maybe soon, I hope). I'm glad you're having fun, and I can't wait to see you get farther in the series. <3

And *I* just wanna say how touching this message is!! 🥺 Thank you for sending this, I’ve been putting off responding because I was hoarding it like a dragon HAHA

I’m glad you’re enjoying the sudden OP onslaught! Part of me always worries, but it IS my blog and I enjoy slapping a bunch of funny pirates on my metaphorical fridge, glad you’re getting a kick out of it too! Perks of a media about as old as me too is that there’s sooooo much content to dig through, it’s very fun! Even if I suck at avoiding spoilers LOL (I will at least try to shield my buddy from spoilers as she also works her way through the manga at her own pace XD)

I hear ya on struggling to finish a fic for so long…for me, with new fandom comes new ideas and we’ll see if I can actually finish these, lmao. I’m glad to hear you’re inspired again! What’s the fic about, out of curiosity? 👀 If you feel like sharing that is!

Thank you, it’s been a VERY fun read, and I hope to watch some parts in the anime later! For now tho manga is easiest for me to consume, and the art is just really nice?? 1000+ chapters used to be so intimidating but now I find it’s hard to put the thing down X’’’’D One Piece good, found family got me good! I’ll be a bit more detailed under the cut real fast (I’ve been yelling at another friend on discord with regular manga updates but I will say this)

Isa don’t open the read more :> :

I just finished Thriller Bark arc and ooooooh boy that was a Time. Zoro you are insane *sobbing* HOW IS HE EVEN ALIVE

Usopp getting to use his anxiety/depression/negative thoughts as a strength against Perona was. SO funny yet SO vindicating, I love himmmmm-

Also the stuff with Brook is one of the things I feel I need to watch the anime on because!!! Music!!! That’s difficult to translate through manga, as pretty as the art is. Same for Chopper’s send off from Drum Island, I wanna see the pretty pink Sakura Blossoms!!!! But yea Brook made me cry. I remember really hoping Laboon would pop up again and BOY HOWDY let the skeleton see his baby whale again I beg….

I just hit the Sabody arc too and spotted Law for the first time! I already know his backstory (oops I’m nosey) and WOW HE’S A LITTLE SH*T HAHAHA funny greasy lookin man good to see ya X’’’D I also love Camie!! Kinda refreshing to see a female character getting to finally make the same (if not even MORE) whacky faces like the boys do hhdfhgjkdf you’re doing great sweetieeeee 😂 (also good to see Hachi again!!)

Also the intro to Celestial Dragons and slave trade is so. Man. This is VILE. The extent of horrors the Government will look away from because they’re Celestial Dragons doing the horrors. AUGH. Gross. The situation is revealed in a really neat way too, very engaging. Sooooo satisfying watching Luffy full on punch one CD in the face tho, BLESS. Love that funky lil dude. He really doesn’t care who you are, he can and WILL punch you if friends are threatened.

ALSO I do see Ace’s execution being set up in the bg. I know in a general sense what….happens to him. I don’t like it, let him out 😭

BUT YEA I’M HAVING ALOT OF FUN THANK YOU!!!!

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chidoroki · 7 months

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Tokyo Revengers S3EP2

aka: "travel back" Chifuyu said, "it'll be fine" he said.

Mhhmm I see Yasuhiro looking over once Mitsuya mentioned the Haitaini brothers and Tenjiku.

All this chatter about this S-62 generation is new I believe, at least to me.

Oh, so Mikey recognizes Shion from a previous Black Dragon generation too. Tenjiku really got some famous names for being formed not too long ago.

We’re really heading back to the future so soon? And before the fight? I guess that’s a bit smart but I’m still feeling wary.

At least the travel was successful and Takemichi didn’t return in some high stakes situation like he tends to.

“I hope we can end it this time.” Naoto, I can say with the upmost confidence that ain't happening.

Is Takemichi actually gonna run into Taiju at the church? I’d kinda love to see that.

OH there he is! He’s got a real deep recognizable voice. Looking real fancy and proper too.

I’m actually kinda surprised Taiju is willing to have a chat with Takemichi and Naoto.

Ah, the fancy man owns a whole restaurant now hm?

“The first generation Black Dragon leader was Shinichiro Sano.” Lightbulbs went off in my head but I can’t imagine why. It just makes sense someone like him started such a famous gang.

I can’t imagine Izana being older than Taiju when Taiju is literally built like a truck.

Yeah, Kisaki already being informed of the Kanto Incident before it happened in the past definitely raises some flags.

I have a hard time believing Toman and Tenjiku merge after the fight but if Kisaki is pulling the strings like he did with Valhalla then I suppose it’s possible.

Oh great, so if Izana helped fake Kisaki’s death here in the future, that means that bastard is still out there causing mayhem somewhere.

“But I do know that Manjiro Sano had even greater trust in Izana Kurokawa than in Ken Ryuguji.” Hello?? Why! I call bs.. unless it’s because of the whole family thing.

Well, at least we finally found Koko and Inui.

I know Taiju said he had some ill feelings towards this Toman, but it would be still be quite entertaining to see him take down his two former subordinates. And if it grants some time for Takemichi to escape then I’m all for some hard hitting support from Taiju.

Goddamn.. had I known that seeing Taiju fight on our side was all it was gonna take for my mind to change about I would’ve been kinder to him last season.

Bruh, Takemichi, don’t head back and waste the chance Taiju gave you to escape! Are we gonna head back and see Taiju actually dead or something?

NOPE EVEN WORSE! Now Kisaki has Takemichi held at gunpoint! Ya see? You should've kept running, you fool!

Naoto! Fuck! How the hell is Takemichi gonna travel back and forth if you die here??

“You guys killed my Mikey.” Ah, no wonder Izana wants them dead.

For fucks sake, we got Kakucho pulling up here too?

Oh shit, the dude actually shot our boy! Y’all better hold hands quick so Takemichi can get another redo!

“Death really is frightening, isn’t it?” Damn, this is really gonna be the last time huh?

Ahh new ending though, let’s go! Loving the black and white with little sprinkles of color so far.

Ah! There! Young Izana and Emma!

Oh now the ending really spoiled Yasuhiro and Sanzu joining Tenjiku. The OP did the same but in all fairness it was kinda poorly lit.

And there they go making the whole connection between Emma, Mikey, Izana and Shinichiro more obvious as well.

#tokyo revengers #episode reaction

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blueikeproductions · 1 year

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Heathers AU future careers weren’t really something I gave much thought to, but everyone is gainfully employed in a well paying job or just in a position where they’re well off and don’t need to worry about it (Mostly the remaining Heathers on the later, and the Sawyers chipping in to help their daughter’s family during financial downs early on).

JD is sort of the mystery because every other universe, he dies, so a future career isn’t really on his radar. Alleged commentary from Christian Slater suggests OG JD faked his death and is still running around to eventually reunite with Veronica years later and possibly conspire with her to murder a Heather like soccer mom clique…

I’ve been poking around Spy X Family and Buddy Daddies lately so I think we all know where this is going.

AU Jason Dean, post Heathers is now Jason “JD” Heron (Heron being his mom Jocelyn’s maiden name, which JD took in rejection of his father’s side), ultimately decides not to go to college, and works odd jobs around town to pay back the Bravermans’ kindness and later support Veronica when they marry. Veronica Heron is more of the breadwinner, working as a novelist, having written a particularly successful YA series very loosely “inspired” by her and her friends’ high school days.

After Vincent and Victoria are born, JD stumbles into a lucrative trade he excelled in… becoming a hit man. Turns out Sherwood and the surrounding areas have a very involved seedy underbelly, plenty of evil assholes for JD to exact vengeance upon.

JD True Lies his way around the gig to Veronica and Dan for awhile until he falls into a case that requires Veronica’s skills in forgery. Veronica and Dan had long since figured out what he was doing, and we’re waiting for him to confess to them, and reluctantly Veronica assists in JD’s current case. The case goes successfully, and soon Veronica starts assisting more often until the two become a hit man team cleansing Sherwood’s underbelly. Dan occasionally assists the two in cases (usually in a costumed “alter ego” out of mild self consciousness), but primarily focuses on babysitting Vincent and Victoria if JD and Veronica have a “weekend trip”. Martha is oblivious to what her best friend and husband get into, like in high school, and is just happy to have her nephew and niece come visit often.

Liam Braverman, Levi Duke and Felicia Kelly-Sweeny are the only kids to figure out what JD and Veronica actually DO for a living because they were visiting one day and found JD’s hit list and some suspicious forgeries he and Veronica absent mindedly left on the counter next to some bills. They try to… subtly ask Vincent and Victoria about it, but Vincent finds it silly his bibliophilic mom would kill people as she’s hard at work on her next book (which is true), while Victoria refuses to believe her old man would actually do anything that cool. The trio opt not to say anything to anyone else for the time being.

#heathers fanfic #heathers headcanons #heathers au #veronica sawyer #jason dean #jd heathers #heathers the musical #heathers 1989 #heathers oc #blueike productions #blueike #heathers

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jodeknows · 1 year

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💥My dream that I lost Summer: the truly fucked up part was how I low key knowingly let her wander around cuz I wanted to connect w my peers, and then slowly realized that she was gone but didn't like make it a thing till like a day and a half later!?!? And the image of seeing her all tired and disheveled walking thru a parking lot and the surge of being so thankful I found her and complete horror that I didn't know what she had been thru or what might have possibly happened to her in her time away from me was SO intense and real feeling

Thank GOD she was cuddled in my bed when I woke up so I could hold her close while awakening to the truth that it was just a dream and my fear and pain were not a part of my waking reality

💥 latest therapy sesh: I was talking about how agitated my brother got during Christmas and how he was talking to the room about how Summer shouldn't get to play w Elliots toys cuz she didn't wanna share hers and my therapist asked what the other adults in in room were saying (nothing just making faces like 'what can ya do') and how I reacted (just kept being next to the kiddos and modeling how to ask to take turns and how to redirect attention when someone said no thank you they don't feel like sharing ATM) and then she dropped a lil bomb. She said "wouldn't it be nice if your mom had used her influence and family status to say 'cmon Tony, knock it off, Jodie is doing a good job helping the kids w their toys'. And gahhhhh I just started crying so hard because omg she would NEVER say that.

And then!!

when I was crying, Summer (who had been quietly coloring) started coming over to me and demanding that I color with her and wouldn't take no or redirection as an option. My therapist stated her theory that seeing me in distress activated Summers attachment needs and she prompted me to ask Summer if she felt scared when she sees mama crying and then summer suddenly got hit w a rare expression of vulnerability and got misty eyed and said it makes her feel like she's gonna cry too. 😭😭😭 And then my therapist prompted me to ask her if she wanted me to color to get me to stop talking to the computer cuz it was making me cry and summer said yes 😭😭😭 and then to have me tell her she is so sweet and that mommy's ok and that she doesn't need to help me w my emotions, that it was my job to feel them and keep myself safe and that she doesn't have to worry 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And then!!

Later when she was asking me if I had been able to have a lil repair conversation w Summer about my parents not using kind words with her when she was upset I admitted that I hadn't really been able to make the conversation work because when I talk about it I get emotional and cry easy and I didn't wanna freak her out, and I made a comment about how anytime a talk about certain stuff like that I just cry so easy AND MY THERAPIST TOLD ME SJE THINKS ITS CUZ IM STILL SO LONELY AND HURT FROM THOSE THINGS and like wtf man, what am I supposed to do w that

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 2 years

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Chapter 3 "Bonding" (Ace of Spades | A TF2 Fanfic)

Miss Pauling led us through the desert until we came across this building in the mountains. We were tired and wounded. Our medic healed our members, slowly. His medi-gun was still a work in progress. He was whining about it. As we walked, Miss Pauling explained our roles and jobs as mercenaries.

The buildings gave us hope. They slowly came closer. One of the concrete buildings had a red, round sign splattered over the white walls. It was a logo. As we got closer I could see it better.

“Red Bread,” I read. “What is it, a cover up?” I asked. “Cause I’m pretty sure we’re mercenaries, not bakers.”

“Looks like it,” Demoman replied, scratching his beard.

“What are we doing here?” the hard hatted man asked.

“This is a set up company for you,” Miss Pauling replied. “You’ll be staying here until it’s time to travel to the battlefield. This is now your home.” The scout groaned. At least it’s better than my old “home.”

“Don’t we need to go through training or something?” Soldier asked. “You know, before we begin our fighting” We continued walking. I don’t think some of us required training. I knew I didn’t. That’s what all that suffering was for. So I could be better.

“That’s what the soldiers are for,” Pauling answered, motioning to him. He smiled underneath the helmet. “But you only get three days to sharpen your skills.”

“You maggots aren’t gonna know what hit you!” he exclaimed, harshly patting Scout’s back. “By the time I’m done with you sissies, you’ll be the greatest soldiers in all of America! And only in three days!” Heavy boomed, laughing loudly.

“Ah, leetle man, don’t you know?” he asked. “Some of us aren’t fit for being soldiers like you.”

“Then what are you? You don’t seem like such a friendly big guy!” Soldier replied.

“Guys calm down,” Pauling said. I rolled my eyes, scoffing with a touch of laughter.

Boys, I thought. Always so immature.

We entered the base.

“So what’s your special thing?” I asked Pyro. “You know, besides setting things on fire.” The pyromaniac mumbled happily, explaining everything. I nodded.

I did that to seem nice.

His mumbling made no sense.

I mean, what does “mmph mmph” even mean?

“If you want, I can provide you with the files,” Pauling said as she led us down the dark hall. I looked at her. She could tell I didn’t understand my teammate and I’m glad she could tell.

“Files?” I asked. “As in the folders that hold our very important info?” She nodded.

“The files have all the information on everyone, except for Pyro and Spy,” she replied. “The files just have what we know so far.”

“Wouldn’t some of the intel be redacted?” Spy asked, flicking off cigarette ashes. I bet he would be embarrassed if we found out some stuff. Spy seemed to be that kind of guy.

“Unfortunately yes,” Pauling answered. “Some information must be kept secret.” I sighed. I really wanted to know if they knew about my family. I mean, I thought this would’ve given me a chance to run away. But I promised myself, I’d try and keep strong.

No bonding at all.

No siree.

Can’t afford to lose people again.

Even if these men seemed attractive, I wasn’t going to bond. I was closing myself off. I’d pretend to be friends with them, but I’d secretly cut myself off. Or have a different attitude, I don’t know.

Pauling led us down the hall and into a room. There was a round table, a ping pong arcade game, a vending machine, a fridge, and a hall that led into the garage. Everything was dusty and ancient. Well, nineteen thirties ancient. A van was parked in the garage and Engineer went over. He ran his gloved hand over the rusty hood.

“This thing needs some work,” he said. “How long ago was this used?” Pyro rolled under the van only to roll back, laughing and covered in dust.

“Mmph mmph,” he replied.

“It was used sometime in the war,” Pauling answered. “The team before you used it until they were let go.”

“Ya mean to tell us that we aren’t gonna be here forever?” Demo asked.

“I was told we were employed for life,” Scout said.

“At some point, if the Administrator decides you’ve had your run, she’ll let you go,” Pauling replied. Her phone began to ring. “Oh, I gotta go guys, bye.” She ran back to the entrance, with Scout following and calling her name. I looked at the other mercenaries.

“How many of you were forced here against your will, raise your hand,” I said quickly. They all looked at me weird. “I’m just asking, because I was,” I replied, raising my hand.

No one raised their hand. I sighed. “Okay, how many of you applied for this job, raise your hand.”

They all did. I frowned again.

So it was true, they were holding Harvey and I out for this. Maybe they kept me alive for just this. But why?

The Scout returned, panting.

“Pauling’s gone,” he said. “Now what?” My stomach growled. I rubbed it.

“Seems we’re hungry,” Spy commented. I turned red with embarrassment. It wasn’t that loud! “Anyone have something to eat?”

“We could check the fridge,” Soldier said. Scout, who was closer, opened it. He jerked back in disgust. We all groaned. The former team had left their food and it had begun to rot. Flies buzzed around.

“How does take-out sound?” Engineer asked.

“Herr Engineer, we are in the middle of nowhere,” Medic said. “How are we supposed to get take-out?!?”

“Calm down,” Heavy nervously said. I guess the doctor was hungry too. Maybe even angry. He was hangry.

“Let’s check upstairs,” Engineer said. “Ah’m pretty sure there’s something there.” So we all agreed. Wooden crates were waiting for us. They all had our names.

“Oh yeah! Presents!” Scout exclaimed. He ran over to his box and smashed it open with his bat. He pulled out a wrapped scattergun, clothes, an earpiece, a pistol, toothpaste, a toothbrush, floss, shampoo for the hair and body, and pillows. All that in one box? Nah. The others opened their boxes. They had the same as Scout, except for the weapons. Each mercenary had it different. When it was my turn to open my box, I was deeply disappointed. For me, it was maple syrup, cards, my pole/staff, and clothes. I even had moral and just regular hygiene products. No pillows or covers though.

One thing in common we had was the badge. It was rectangular, bronze, and had the same words. The only difference was our emblems, which mine had a little spades icon.

“Hire Date: June 15th, 5:50 p.m MDT,” I read. “Even though you were late to the party, you were still the life of it.” I shrugged, smiling a bit. I pinned my badge on my shirt. My box wasn’t completely empty as I continued to rummage through. I found my uniform and some clothes I’m too embarrassed to mention, but they were clothes I needed. It came with a red shirt, black leggings, a blackish long sleeved undershirt, a pack for my pole, and a leather belt for my cards to go in. I guessed I had to use my current boots for footwear. I wondered what the maple syrup was for. I looked over to Sniper’s box. He had a couple empty glass jars. “What are those for?” I asked. He slowly set them down, turning red a little, but it went away quickly.

“They’re for personal use,” he replied. He sounded a little sarcastic. “What’s with the syrup?”

“I don’t know,” I answered. “Maybe they gave it as a gift.” I popped open the cap and began to chug it down. It was so sugary, so good. “Want some?” I asked, holding out the bottle. I wiped my face with my sleeve.

“Sure.” Sniper jokingly grabbed it and took a “swig.” He handed my bottle back. I grabbed it and held on tight. I think I found my new favorite dessert. “Thanks for the drink, Maple Syrup,” he said.

“The name’s Dealer,” I replied. The name tasted funny in my mouth. “Well, obviously it’s not my name,” I added.

“I’m Snoipah.”

“Aheh! Archimedes, jou’re in here too!” Medic exclaimed. The doctor stood up from his box, petting a white dove. It cooed, snuggling in its owner’s arms.

“Well, I’m ready,” Sniper said. “Where are the rooms?” he asked, standing up.

“Yeah, we need somewhere to sleep,” Scout said, opening a can of soda. “I think Pauling said that the rooms were past the lab.”

“A lab jou say?” Medic asked, perking up. “Vhere? I want to see!” Scout chuckled.

“I can show you guys where the rooms are,” he said, standing up. “C’mon, follow me.” Scout led us into a long hallway. Each room was dusty, with a night stand, dirty mattress, a wardrobe, and a window. There was one room with its own bathroom. Spy immediately called it home and moved in. Medic took the lab, obviously, Pyro took the dusty coal room, Engineer took the workshop, Sniper had his van, Heavy took the room with the two beds, Demoman took the room with the one with a bookshelf, Scout took the room with broken window, and I took the creepiest, coldest room ever.

My room looked like something a lunatic would live in. It was white, with black smears here and there. There was a dark brown stain that could’ve been blood or some other bodily fluid. The mattress was gray and greasy. The furniture was ruined. I shuddered. Whoever lived here last didn’t take good care of this room. It was nasty.

“Aye, what’s this!?!” Demoman exclaimed, rubbing his head. “It’s like someone had a mental breakdown!”

“Agreed,” I replied. There were no covers for my bed, so that meant I’d be freezing tonight. Unless there was insulation, but I doubted that.

“Need something, lassie?” Demo asked. He noticed the same thing I did. No covers. Or pillows. Just grease and sweat. Maybe more. There was no way it could get worse.

“No, I’ll be fine,” I lied. “Thanks anyway.” Demo nodded and left my room. I sat on the mattress. Three days. I had to survive three days, then it’ll get better.

Hopefully.

“DINNER!” Engineer yelled.

“BELIEVE IT OR NOT WE ACTUALLY FOUND SOMETHING!!!” Scout added. I followed Spy, who locked his door, into the kitchen. Pyro mumbled happily, clapping his hands together. They had managed to find sandwiches.

“This is delicious,” Heavy said. He munched away, taking big bites.

“Take this, it’ll help with your hunger.” Spy handed me a sandwich.

“Thanks,” I said, grabbing it. My stomach’s roars soothed down as I slowly and quietly ate my sandwich. It really was delicious. The tomatoes and lettuce gave it a little pop. The ham was good too.

“Where’d you find the meat?” I asked between bites.

“I found the ingredients in my box,” Heavy responded. “Old lady thought of everything.”

“So, now that we’re here,” Engineer said, “how about we get to know each other?” he asked.

“Sure,” Demo replied.

“I’ll start,” Scout said, quite energetic. “As you may know, I’m da scout. I’m fast and kinda a big deal.”

“Is that it?” I asked, crossing my arms. Scout crossed his arms as well.

“The rest is personal,” he answered. After eating several sandwiches, we were all full and tired. It was late, 6:30 now. I yawned, stretching my arms above my head.

“Seems we’re also tired,” Spy commented. Boy, he was pushing all my buttons.

“It’s only six thirty,” I said.

“So?” I frowned.

“I’m off to bed,” I said. “Goodnight.”

“Night,” they all said.

I went to my room. It was dark and cold, I didn’t like it. I plopped down on nasty mattress. It felt moldy, moist. My prediction from earlier was right. The room was so cold and there was no insulation. I took my uniform from my box and wrapped it around my body. I wasn’t exactly going to get dressed yet, but they would keep me warm. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I opened my eyes, breathing heavily. Where was I? Oh yeah, I remember, I thought to myself. I rose up from the covers. These weren’t here before, but they smelled nice, like apples. In my arms was a unicorn plush. Another was under my head. I wondered who gave them to me. My clothes that were wrapped around my body were folded neatly in the box. I got up and got dressed in my uniform. I walked into the bathroom. I shivered thinking about how I had to share with nine other men. Spy had his own bathroom so he probably would never use this one.

But still.

It was only ten thirty and I groaned in frustration as I looked at myself. My hair was a tangled mess. A huge piece of pick gum was stuck in it. Scout did it or maybe the mattress had an old piece stuck to it. But it could’ve been Scout. He was chewing some from the evening before. I tried to comb it out, wash it, pull it, but nothing worked. As a final resort, I reached for the scissors in the drawer and began snipping away. By the time I was done, it was choppy, short. I could still pull it back. I looked up to these thick strands of hair that I always kept over my right side of my face. Brittany noticed that it was always like that. Even if it was short, it would grow out of my scalp, arch over my head and cover some part of my hair. She cut hers so it’d match mine.

I didn’t cut that off. It covered my scar at least. I didn’t want to hide it but it was part of my identity. Not the scar, the strands of hair.

The gum was still stuck in my hair. I groaned again. I hated mornings.

“Oh hey,” Scout said, walking by. “Is that gum?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Did you do this?” Scout shook his head.

“Nah, I swallowed mine last night.”

“Do you have any solution to fixing this?” I asked, leaning against the sink’s counter. This was the first time that I could recall that I got gum stuck in my hair.

“Mmph!” Pyro exclaimed. He popped his head in. “Mmph mmph mmph mmmph mph mmph.”

“Bud, what’d you say?” Scout asked. He seemed a little scared. After all, Pyro did pop out of nowhere.

“Pyro said to use peanut butter and/or vegetable oil, let it set, then comb it out with an old toothbrush,” Spy said, coming out of the blue. Pyro ran off at the sound of someone calling his name.

“Yack!” I yelped. I covered my chest to keep my heart from pounding its way out. “You startled me!”

“Us,” Scout said, panting, “you startled us.”

“Well, I’m sorry to pop in unannounced,” Spy said, “but it’s breakfast time. We can take care of the gum later.” I pulled at the gum one last time. I grunted, pulling out some hair.It was uncomfortable, watching a pile of my hair in my hand. I threw the hair ball into the trash can and followed Scout and Spy into the eating area.

“Sorry boys, and lady, but all we had was oatmeal,” Engineer said, eyeing my choppy hair cut. He put down a bowl on the table. I eyed it. It was slightly lumpy. How old was it? Was this oatmeal like Smathers’? I hesitantly took a scoop and nervously lifted the spoon up. I gulped, slowly opening my mouth. The men looked at me, begging with their eyes for me to take the bite.

I put the food in my mouth and swallowed it. I gulped the oatmeal down. I chewed for a while, closing my eyes. This wasn’t as bad as the mashed potatoes with fruit loots in the middle watered down with milk. It was actually sweet. I began to scarf more oatmeal down. The men trusted me and began to eat too.

“Hey, where’s the patriot?” I asked. Soldier was not at the table, nor was Pyro.

“Oh, Soldier took the pyro to train early,” Medic replied. “He told us that Scout’s next and he might take Pyro out again.” Scout choked on his food. Heavy had to pat his back like a baby.

“If there’s ten of us, Soldier can train three a day,” I said. “Someone will just have to share a day with someone.”

“Yer a smart kid,” Demoman said.

“Thanks,” I said. “Math was an easy-ish subject.”

“Have we met before?” he asked. “Yer scar looks familiar.”

“Well, where are you from?” I asked.

“Scotland,” he replied.

“We could’ve,” I said. “I was in a hospital there, but I don’t remember every little detail.”

“How’d you get injured?”

“Fire accident,” I answered, taking another bite. “I think a wooden beam might’ve done the job.”

“Do we really need to know all this?” Scout asked. “I mean, does anyone listen to scar stories?”

“Hey, I know you,” I said with a smile. Scout gritted his teeth together. I guess he recognized me too. “Let me guess, you are from Boston, right?”

“Yeah,” he meekly replied. “You had me deliver wine. The nice man gave me money.”

“HELLO MAGGOTS!!! HOW- WHAT THE?” Soldier walked in, pointing to the gum in my hair. “WHAT IS THAT? AN INTRUDER?” he yelled.

“Gum,” I answered. “Haven’t you seen gum before?”

“IT’S COMMUNIST GUM!!! GET IT OUT!!!!”

“Geez calm down,” I said. “It’s just gum.” Pyro came around the Soldier and mumbled.

“Again, he said peanut butter and/or vegetable oil should work. Just let it set, then comb it out with an old toothbrush,” Spy said, translating.

“Mmph mmph mmph,” Pyro said.

“He said you can rub it in like shampoo,” Spy replied.

“We have some peanut butter,” Engineer said.

“Da, we also have vegetable oil,” Heavy added. “Heavy vill get some from kitchen.” The big man stood up and entered the kitchen. He returned with a can of Krema Nut and oil. He handed it to me.

“Thanks,” I said. I stood up. “I’m going to take care of this right now if that’s okay.”

“Fine by us,” Engineer said, taking his seat. I returned to the restroom. I didn’t have an old toothbrush. I could’ve used Soldier’s or Scout’s, but Medic appeared in the doorway with red gloves on.

“Need help?” he happily asked.

“Sure,” I replied. “Your gloves should be able to get the solution in,” I said, handing him the items. “Make sure you get the gum out.” Medic rubbed the oil and butter together before rubbing it into my hair. We let it sit for a while. After an hour, the solution had worked.

“So, anything interesting about jou?” he asked.

“Would you count being held at a facility that tried to turn you into a murder machine as interesting?” I asked, leaning against the sink.

“I would,” he said. I crossed my arms and began to explain my story. If you could write it down, it’d be a fifty something page story with minor details excluded. I tried to get the major details in but at this time, I couldn’t remember much. I even kept Brittany out of the story and maybe my interest in Harvey that I had for a while.

“I’m surprised those people didn’t experiment on jou,” Medic said, rinsing out the oil butter solution, “because I would have.” I chuckled.

“And what would you turn me into?” I asked, drying my hair with a towel. “A cyborg? A zombie or undead creature?”

“No, something along the lines of a human bird mutation hybrid,” Medic replied. I laughed.

“I’d have a bird head, wouldn’t I?”

“Ja, jou would,” he said. “A dove’s head no less.” I looked in the mirror. Even though my hair was cut in a horrible way, the gum was gone and I looked better. Soldier passed by the restroom, dragging a crying Scout.

“Don’t let him destroy me!” he begged. “I’m too young!” Medic and I just chuckled.

“It’s for your own good,” I said jokingly.

“C’mon you maggot,” Soldier said. “Time and training doesn’t wait for no one.”

“NO!!!” Scout screamed as Soldier dragged him into the gym. The doctor and I returned to the dining area where all nine of us finished our oatmeal. Demoman helped Heavy wash dishes while everyone else watched Engineer try to get the T.V working. Pyro attempted to get the arcade game working, but it didn’t work. The pinball game was called “Payload.” Strange name for a game like that.

We all waited for Engineer to finish, but we got bored. Being the wise one, Spy sat down at the table. The others began talking. He was reading a book. I looked over his shoulder to try and get a glimpse of what he was reading.

“Mind your own business,” he said, lighting a cigarette. I frowned.

“Fine,” I replied. He flipped to another page. I was desperate to read or do something! I was bored out of my mind. So I looked over Spy’s shoulder every now and then. I think he knew I was reading off his shoulder because he would wait a while after reading a page before turning.

“Alright, that should do the trick.” The T.V started humming and came to life. But there was nothing, just static. We all groaned.

“What did I miss, cadets?” Soldier asked, entering the room. Scout was behind him, looking happy and proud.

“Leetle man can not get television working,” Heavy answered.

“Ah can get it to work,” Engineer replied. “All Ah have to do is figure out the satellite transmission.”

“And maybe some good channels,” Scout said. “By the way, there’s a locker room.”

“Yeah, me and Scout here got to test it out!” Soldier declared, patting his back.

“It wasn’t a pretty sight,” Scout replied.

“Pyro, c’mere. I need to work out your flaming skills,” Soldier said, grabbing Pyro’s shoulder. He giggled happily, following out the patriot. We all resumed what we were doing. I continued to read off Spy’s shoulder. We were reading an old romance novel. Nothing too interesting. After an hour or two of reading, Engineer finally got the T.V to work. A game show was on, just about to begin.

“Alright, let’s get this started!” Scout sat in front of the television with his legs crossed. Heavy helped Medic move the seating around. Heavy took the big sofa. Medic, Engineer, Demo, and I took the couch. Spy was in the recliner and Sniper sat in the chair. It Could Be You was on and it was long, boring. Sniper just fell asleep halfway, using his hat to cover his face. Soldier returned, giving off a smoky scent and fumes. “What happened to you, tough guy?” Scout asked.

“Pyro uh, Pyro’s good,” he stuttered. Soldier took off his helmet. “Word of advice, don’t get on his bad side.” Pyro walked in, mumbling and sitting next to Engineer.

“Mmph mmph mmph,” he said. He seemed mad at Soldier, who sat far from him.

“Are you going to continue training?” I asked. I crossed my legs on the couch.

“Let me catch my breath,” he replied. “I can’t go back out there, not now.”

It was almost two o’ clock when Soldier, after rocking back and forth, took Engineer to test out his skills. Engineer was happy. He grabbed his toolbox and followed the trainer out the door. I wondered what he did. Did he engineer small things? Quick things? Little machines? Robot duplicates of ourselves?

“Is the show over?” Sniper asked, lifting up his hat.

“Yeah,” I replied. “We’re just watching commercials at this point.”

“Put on some sports!” Scout whined. “This isn’t even a commercial! It’s an aerobics video!” Pyro was

“Quit whining jou Nörgler (whiner),” Medic said, smacking the back of his head. Scout rubbed his head. I chuckled.

“Oh, you liked that?” he asked. “I betcha you did.”

“It was funny,” I answered, “Nörgler.” Scout scoffed and changed the channel.

It was early in the evening when Soldier returned looking all beat up. His clothes had holes like swiss cheese and once again, he was steaming.

“I’m taking a break tomorrow,” he said. “Do we have honey?”

“Yeah, it’s in the cabinet,” Engineer replied. “Why?”

“It cools my body down,” the patriot answered, pulling out the jar from the cabinet.

“Wait what?”

Miss Pauling managed to get us take-out. We got Chinese food from a restaurant in the town of Teufort. She even brought over blueprints for Engineer. Apparently, he needed to build a “respawn” which would bring us back after we died, which meant Medic needed to help out.

It also meant medical check-ups. I liked eating my apples. They keep doctors away. But our Medic seemed like a nice guy, besides the fact he did say that he would try to turn me into a bird.

But luckily we didn’t need to do that until tomorrow.

As for now, we silently ate our take-out. No one talked. Engineer was busy going over the respawn blueprints and quietly talked to Medic about how it should work. Spy stood up, wiping his mouth delicately.

“It’s getting late. I’m off to bed, goodnight,” he said, leaving.

“Goodnight,” we all called out.

“Ah, the bloke’s roight,” Sniper said. He checked his watch. “If you have dessert now you’ll be puking in your sleep.”

“I’ll wash tonight,” I said. I gathered everyone’s plates and began rinsing off the plates and utensils. Medic walked in, wearing his gloves again. I don’t think he’s ever taken them off, except for probably washing his hands. “Are you going to help again?” I asked.

“If jou vant,” he replied. “I wash, jou rinse.”

“Deal,” I said. I moved to one side of the sink. Medic grabbed the sponge and began to soap up the dishes. He handed them to me and I rinsed them like he said. “So, uh, do you have a name?” I asked. We were almost done washing.

“I do, but I think the Administrator would be happy if we kept it secret,” he replied. “Don’t vant to be getting in trouble.”

“You’re right,” I answered. “My class name is Dealer.”

“Nice to meet jou properly, I’m Medic.” I put the dishes into the dishwasher’s rack so they could dry. Saves energy. Everyone was ready to go to bed. The men used the locker room to take quick showers and brush their teeth. I used the bathroom across my room to do the same. As it turned out, someone left a pair of folded pajamas in front of the bathroom. I didn’t know who they belonged to, but whoever gave them to me was bigger than me. I guess my gifter knew I didn’t have any sleepwear.

Although, they probably rummaged through my crate to know I had only my uniform and clothes I was wearing in the arena.

I entered my room. Someone had cleaned it quickly and added a small desk to the corner. I now had pillows, covers, a lamp, a basket of apples, a couple of books, and a unicorn plush. I placed my hands on my hips. I had to repay my newest buddies.

I wasn’t keeping my promise to myself, but it’s hard when people are acting nice to you. Maybe on the battlefield I could act ruthless. It wouldn’t be me but at least I could block off feelings. I laid down on the bed, closing my eyes. It was cool. The covers were keeping me warm and snug. I fell asleep faster.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon. I slowly opened my eyes. I felt better than ever before. Back at the school, I barely got any proper rest. My bed was always hard or lumpy. At some point, I tried sleeping on the floor, which was way better than the bed. I walked into the bathroom. I just washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put back my hair. I’d change later.

“Good morning chaps,” I said. Some of the men were up. I assumed the others were still sleeping. The clock did read ten thirty. Some people didn’t wake up until the afternoon. I took my seat next to Sniper, who was still in his pajamas. His brown hair was a mess. Some of it stuck out in the back. He, Pyro, Engineer, Soldier, Heavy, Medic, and I were the only ones here. Pyro wore a unicorn onesie over his uniform. It was very adorable. The doctor was reading something on the couch. Heavy was helping Engineer cook and Soldier was doing pushups in the hall.

“Mornin’,” Engineer greeted. He brought over a plate of bacon sandwiches. “Courtesy of the big guy and I.” There were beans on the side and chips. I grabbed a chip and dipped it into the beans. It was salty and good. The bacon was warm and crisp, it could melt in the mouth.

“This is good,” I said, giggling. I had several sandwiches. I didn’t let anyone have a taste, until Engineer forced me to stop hogging all the food.

“Save some for the others,” he said. I pouted, pretending to be mad. Sniper chuckled.

“Don’t be sad, Maple Syrup,” he said, “you can have my sandwich.”

“Is that my nickname?” I asked. “Or do you call every girl that?”

“It’s your own personal nickname,” Sniper answered. Spy came down, all dressed and ready. His mask was on, but it looked like he shaved. Or spent three hours in the bathroom getting ready.

“Gentlemen,” he greeted. He looked at me. “And madame.”

“At least I’m acknowledged,” I whispered to Sniper. “Where I grew up, I’d get a knuckle sandwich and no good morning.” He chuckled. Soldier followed Spy into the dining room, rubbing his back. “Need some food?” I asked.

“Negative,” he replied. “I need to get you ninnies ready, I have only one day left,” he said.

“Who’s up next for the sacrifice?” I asked. Soldier lifted up his helmet so that his eyes were visible. He smirked.

“The demolition man said that there’s ten of us,” he said. “We get three days, right?” I nodded. “Well, I’ve already trained three men. That means seven are left. I could train three a day and two at the same time.”

“That’s what I said,” I replied.

“So, I’m taking you,” he said, pointing to me, “and you.” He pointed to Sniper. “And I ain’t gonna go easy on you two.” Sniper and I looked at each other, then at Soldier.

“Can we do it after breakfast?” Sniper asked.

“We won’t go anywhere, I swear,” I said, crossing my heart. “You can break both my arms if we bail out on you.”

“Alright, be in the gym by twelve,” he said, walking into the kitchen.

“Would you really have both arms broken?” Sniper asked.

“Yeah, I’ve dislocated one arm before,” I replied. “Having two broken arms would be painful, but I’ll live. It also means I can ditch the first day.”

“Or I can fix them for jou,” Medic said, putting his book on the table. He leaned on it. “When jou two are done training with Soldier, come into my lab so I can do a checkup. I need to know jour medical and health history, so don’t be late or else,” he said in a darker tone.

Wow, my day’s going horribly. I should’ve eaten an apple to keep Medic away.

“Ah, leave us alone,” Sniper said. “We’ll be there.” Medic stood up, straightening his sweater vest.

“Don’t be late, either of jou.”

“What is it with mornings!” I exclaimed. “They make people evil.”

“Agreed,” Sniper said. He took a sip of his coffee. “Have we met before?” he asked. “You seem familiar.”

“Nah,” I said. “I got my mind wiped several times. I can’t remember my life after the age of eight.” Sniper chuckled. “No, I’m serious,” I replied.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. I sipped my coffee. “So, are you more than just a sniper or what?”

“Oi hunt,” he said. “Oi always use what the animals provide loike the meat.”

“Don’t let nothing go to waste, wise,” I said, raising my mug. “I like it.”

“How about you?” he asked. I put my mug down.

“You’d think I’d have free time but no,” I said. “I can play poker, black Jack and Go Fish.” He chuckled. “I use my pole, or I guess it’s a staff or something, to train. I used to play tennis but that got boring quickly.”

“Hmm,” Sniper said. “Oi can teach ya how to shoot an arrow,” he said. “That should be interesting for you.”

“I’d try that out,” I said. “Maybe after we get everything done, we can test that out.”

“Too bad Oi couldn’t bring my bow around, otherwise I’d teach ya,” he said. We finished breakfast and took our dishes to the kitchen where Engineer washed them. Sniper said he would come pick me up at eleven forty so that we could have a little time before suffering in the gym. I got dressed into my uniform. I wore a long, black undershirt with the finger holes. I put on black leather boots and black leggings. I slipped on a red shirt and my pole’s pack. I pulled my hair into a low ponytail that curled to the side. I finished by eleven thirty. I decided to eat an apple from my basket. Hopefully it would ward off any Medics.

Sniper knocked on my door. It was already eleven forty and he was right on time. “Sheila, you there?” he asked. I opened the door.

“That’s a new name,” I said, leaning against the doorway. “I thought I was Maple Syrup.”

“Well, you can also be Sheila,” he replied.

“Or Dealer,” I said. “That’s my given name.”

“True,” he responded. “Now, are you ready to face the Soldier?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said. “I really don’t really want to break my arms so sure.”

“Good, because I’m not,” Sniper replied. I laughed. Boy, I was glad to know someone would be right there to face the possible wrath and tough training of Soldier.

Maybe bonding wasn’t such a bad idea. It really wasn't.

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danger-noodle-uwu · 3 years

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I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

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Eat It Up

Summary: Bucky imagines a family with you, whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: oof... Explicit sexual content, breeding kink, oral (f receiving), Dub-con, cum eating, cum sharing...

Word Count: 1.3k

Authors Note: Thank you to @sweeterthanthis & @the-iceni-bitch for all your help with beta and edits, I really lost myself in this one. This fic contains dub-con, and though it's tagged as a warning, this your friendly safe sex bestie here to remind you: consent is sexy, in real life we could make sure all people participating in the sex are comfortable, and condoms are for everyone. Wrap it up baby. Special thank you to @remmiesour for requesting “Bucky watching you with your niece” I’m sorry I made it kinky 😂 you know how I feel about kids 🤢

His heart hammered in his chest, watching your small hands as you spun your niece around the room. The smile blooming from your lips, lighting up the small apartment and washing over him like a warm bath. Bucky couldn't explain it, the way his cheeks flushed when you brought your little niece home. But since you did, he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

There may have been a moment when Bucky thought he wanted kids; maybe before the war, when things were simpler. But he wasn't the same man he was then. The idea of something so fragile in his hands made him shiver. He could never trust himself with such a delicate heart.

And yet, night after night, you trusted him with yours.

The way you let him in, giving yourself fully, even when he knew he didn't deserve it. So perhaps it was the prospect of starting a family that had him blushing… But the image of you, legs wide open for him, body shivering as he pumped you full of his seed. He couldn't shake the thought of you ripe with his child, tits throbbing and aching for his mouth.

Bucky throbbed at the vision of him later tonight. Holding you down as he stuffed you full, not letting you move until he was sure his come had soaked up into you.

He couldn't take it. And it was growing harder and harder to conceal the effect the daydream had on him. So the moment you sent your niece home, Bucky was on you. He had you on the counter top in seconds, your panties thrown across the kitchen with little care when they landed in the dishwasher.

“Buck, what has gotten into you?” You squealed, throwing your head back to accommodate his lips on your neck. Bucky growled against your skin, ripping your jeans opened as he began fumbling with his own belt.

“You're so good. So good, Doll. Fuck, I gotta’ feel you.” Bucky moaned, his lips melting with yours as he tasted you. You moaned into his mouth, the chaste kiss not nearly long enough as he found that sweet spot behind your ear and sucked.

You whimpered, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his broad form, hands eagerly pulling at the collar of his shirt.

You and Bucky had been at this game for months now, but this felt different. More urgent. But with his eyes lust blown and tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, how were you to deny him.

You suppressed a moan as he pulled himself from the confines of his jeans, his bulging red tip shimmering with precome.

“B-bucky. Do you have a- oh,” You were cut off by your sergeant’s cock piercing your lips and sinking deep inside, your walls fluttering around him. You gasped, hands steadying yourself on his soldier’s shoulders as all thoughts of contraceptive melted from your mind. How could you think of anything when Bucky was rolling his hips against you like that.

“Fuck, youre so tight, baby. So good to me.” Bucky hummed in your ear, thrusting deeper until his cock began to kiss your cervix, the pleasure mixed with pain pulling a gargled moan from your lips. “You want daddy to fuck your little cunt?”

His words halted you for a moment, pressing your palms against his chest and pushing him back a little to assess his face. You and Bucky definitely had your kinks, his vibranium arm being at the top of that list, but this was a new one.

“Daddy?”

“That's right baby.” Bucky growled, unaware you were even questioning him as he continued his assault, his eyes too focused on watching his cock disappear inside of your dripping core.

“Gonna’ fill you up so good.” He growled, the animosity in his tone causing you to shiver, a little overwhelmed by how violently he was dominating you, holding you down with a ferocity you seldom saw without asking for. “Not gonna’ stop until you're nice and stuffed. You like that, Doll?”

You could only nod your head, unsure of what exactly had gotten into him but not really able to object. His grip on your hips was unwavering as his cock began to throb inside of you. He was close, you could feel it.

“That’s it, taking me so well. That’s it, gonna’ make such a good mommy, aren't ya?”

“Y-you’re not w-wearing a- fuck,” You whined, desperate to remind Bucky of how dangerous a situation you both were in. You weren't exactly sure how the serum would have affected his ability to… procreate- but you weren't exactly eager to find out. “Bucky- please. Pull out, I can't-”

With a roar, Bucky came undone. His hips bucked deep inside of you as you felt his come leak down your legs. You gasped, unable to hold back your distress as he slipped from your used hole, his warm spend leaking between your legs.

“Fuck.” Your eyes blew open wide, stomach fluttering as panic and confusion washed over you. Hands still gripping his shoulder, you pant, trying to bring yourself back down from your high and make sense of Bucky’s pure disregard. “What the hell is wrong with you!?”

Bucky only responded with a lazy grin on his swollen lips, urging you to push him back a few paces. You could feel your anger bubbling, tears bringing your eyes as you let out a frustrated sob. You weren't sure if it was his direct defiance or how close you were to orgasm before he ruined your chances, but you were close to storming out.

But before you had a chance, Bucky was on his knees before you, tongue feverishly dipping between your sloppy folds. He looked up at you, eyes wide as he lapped at your core, a mixture of yourself and his cum coating his lips.

You had to physically suppress the shiver that the grotesque image struck within you. Hands, gripping the edge of the countertop, you whined, desperate for more.

“I’m so sorry, Doll.” He hummed against your inner thigh, tongue darting back inside of you ate his spend from your cunt. With his nose brushing against your swollen clit, you get out a hushed whimper, your legs tangling around his shoulders.

“I’ll fix it.” he promises as he mercilessly continues to consume you.

Your fingers lock into the short hair on the back of his neck as he doubles down his efforts, index finger slipping into your core as he lapped at the mess he had made. You could feel the coil building in your stomach, the vision of Bucky between your legs, tongue coated in his pleasure into it all became too much.

Toes curling and body vibrating your legs snap against Bucky’s head, but he doesn't stop until you're screaming his name like a prayer. With a final broken sob, you fall apart, your own orgasm spilling against his tongue as he laps you up, eager and desperate to make you his.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, hammering so hard you swear he could hear it. And it was quite possible he could with the cruel smirk playing on his swollen lips. You didn't understand it, the way your body buzzed with adrenaline, body trembling with fear and something swirling in your belly that you couldn't quite place.

“Come here, sweet girl.” Buck hummed, your ecstasy coating his swollen lips. You shook your head, a shaky breath tumbling from your mouth as Bucky grabbed your jaw, his cool metal fingers forcing your lips apart.

“Next time you're going to sit with me deep inside of you. But tonight you’re gonna’ swallow every last drop.” Before you could stop, the salty tang of his spend hit your tongue, choking you as it seeped down your throat. “That’s a good girl. You wanted this, remember?”

You could only nod your head, the mixture of yourself and him coating your lips as tears welled in your eyes. Though you didn't recognize the dark stranger looming over your used form, you couldn't help but tremble, eager for ‘next time.’

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Sinners and Saints (Sihtric x reader)

Summary: One day you stumble upon your childhood friend, Osferth, whom you have not seen in years. Yet the more time you spend with him, the more you find yourself drawn to his companion, Sihtric….and the butterflies his dark eyes give you.

This is my contribution to @emilyhufflepufftlk 100 followers challenge! Congratulations again! I’m so happy for you!

My prompt was - "Love doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints." - Lin-Manuel Miranda, Hamilton (in bold within the story)

Words: 5500

Warnings: A couple of swear words, fluff, my poor attempts at humor, Osferth being a good bro.

Tag List: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @flowers-in-your-hayr

This gorgeous moodboard was made by @flowers-in-your-hayr. All credit goes to her!

"...so there she was, aye, and next thing I know, she flips 'er dress up and I see the most perfect set of…."

"I'm going to be sick." Osferth mumbled to himself, trying to block out Finan's retelling of his prior night. To the laughter of his companions, he started to push away from the outdoor table at the alehouse. He was no virgin anymore, Finan and Uhtred had seen to that, but he still felt squeamish when listening to their stories of recent conquests. His mother's voice whispered in the back of his mind, things she had told him before her passing, about respect and love. Plus, he could not help but think that this idea of conquests, of women's worth derived from what pleasure a man could take from their bodies, was what brought bastards into this world….like him.

"Alright, Finan, we get it. You saw the arse of a goat and couldn't help yourself." Uhtred teased, slinging an arm around Osferth so he could not escape them- most likely to find a church and pray for their souls.

"Oi, lord! Ya know that was one time!" Finan feigned mock-outrage, making Uhtred and Sihtric laugh.

Osferth put a hand over his eyes as if that would somehow block the image from his mind. Something he desperately did not want there.

"How much longer are we here, lord?" Sihtric asked, changing the subject, while twirling a dagger between his hands fluidly.

Although Osferth would never admit it aloud, and God forgive him, it was hard not to be jealous of how easily his companions handled their weapons like they had been born with weapons in hand. They continued to tell him it was practice. Recently though, he decided it was a gift that he clearly did not have.

"Until I feel satisfied with the training of Lord Godwin's fyrd and his defenses." Uhtred stated indifferently, as if it was something he had to repeat to himself often.

"Ya think King Alfred knew how much of a horse's arse Lord Godwin is?"

Uhtred glanced up, a tiny smirk on his lips. "Probably."

"But he knew you were the man for the job." Osferth commented. Not necessarily to defend his father but to hopefully bolster Uhtred's confidence. "The men respect you, even if their lord fails to acknowledge his own respect."

"The baby monk is right." Finan said. "What else needs to be done for the town?"

Uhtred and Finan began discussing ideas and strategies, Sihtric adding an occasional comment but mostly just listening.

Osferth found his attention wandering, since this was an area outside of his expertise. His gaze drifted to the town and its residents who moved about to complete their duties under the midday sun. Their group had only been in this large town for two days and already Osferth was keen to return to Coccham.

From amidst the crowd, a familiar face caught his attention. The world tilted off its axis as his entire body went rigid, all his focus zeroed in on her. His heart hammered in his chest and the air whooshed from his lungs painfully.

"Y/n?" He muttered to himself, disbelief and shock clearly painted in his tone and on his face.

"Baby monk, ya alright?"

Finan's words did even register, so consumed by the ghost before him. Rapidly, he slid off the bench, almost losing his footing when he went to stand, but pressed on, hurrying towards her.

"Y/n!" He called, an almost desperate tone in his yell.

When she did not turn around, he shouted louder. "Y/N!"

That time she paused, then slowly turned to find him standing still amongst those walking around him, a solid rock in a stream of people. He held his breath as he intently watched her expression, suddenly worried seeing him would not be as meaningful as he hoped. He could see her utter his name silently, eyes wide. Then in the next moment, she dropped the basket on her hip and ran towards him. He opened his arms just in time for her to collide with him, and with her embrace, a painful wave of nostalgia and guilt crashed over him with the strength of a tempest.

"It's really you." She finally whispered, peering at him in awe.

"Hi." He smiled, his own shock clouding his mind from forming coherent sentences.

Then to his surprise, she reared back and punched him in the arm.

"Ouch! What was that for?" He whined, rubbing the offended limb.

Throwing her hands in the air, they landed on her hips as her voice rose in anger. "For disappearing in the middle of the night without telling me!"

"I did tell you."

"That you were THINKING about leaving, not that you WERE leaving!" She reared back and punched him in the arm again, ignoring his pained cry as she continued to berate him. "I spent an entire day running around the monastery trying to find you only for Father Harold to finally pull me aside and tell me you left for Wincheaster."

And there was the heaping of guilt he knew he deserved. "I'm sorry….I just….I just knew if I didn't leave that night, then I never would."

Her face softened at his quiet admission, understanding passing in her eyes. "I know. I wasn't truly surprised…. Just wish you'd have told me before."

"I'm sorry."

She sighed, all anger and frustration disappearing, much to his relief. She was a force to be reckoned with when truly in her fury. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Ah, traveled here with the Lord Uhtred to assist Lord Godwin in his defenses….or something."

"Uhtred? That Uhtred?"

He smiled at her, catching the reverence in her tone. "That very one."

"How did you find him? How did you join him? Wait! Are you a warrior now? We have a lot to talk about and you better get started." There went the hands on her hips again, making his smile widen at the image. Even as a young girl, when her hands were on her hips, you knew she meant business.

"Would you like to meet him first?"

A shy look passed over her face that he was unused to seeing. "I'm…. I'm not presentable to meet a lord."

He scanned her, noting the dried mud on the hem of her dress and shoes, the small smear of what looked like flour on her left temple. What he noticed most was how the years had made her even more beautiful. She had always been a pretty girl but now, she truly looked like a beautiful woman. A fact he was unsure of how to feel about.

He chuckled lightly after a moment. "Well, you certainly smell better than Lord Uhtred so I think it's fine."

That caused her to tip her head back and laugh loudly, the desired effect of his comment. She gathered up her basket and walked next to Osferth, back to the table where his companions were. It was impossible to ignore their curious stares as they approached.

"Lord Uhtred, may I introduce y/n. Y/n, this is Lord Uhtred of Bebbanburg." Osferth said, standing next to her at the end of the table.

Uhtred nodded graciously, clearly wondering why this woman mattered and why Osferth was introducing her.

"Oh, it's an honor to meet you!" Y/n gushed, a bright smile on her face. "Uncle Leofric told us so much about you, but I never thought I'd ever meet you in person."

"Leofric?" That caught his lord's attention, his gaze narrowing and eyeing her with renewed interest. "How did you know that turd?"

"When he came to visit Osferth, he'd tell us stories."

"Ah….all exaggerated, of course." Uhtred said with a cocky smirk.

"Wait. I think we're missin' the most important thing here." Finan leaned forward, dark eyes bouncing between Osferth and her, as he pointed a finger at them, hand still wrapped around his cup. "Ya said 'Uncle Leofric'....are ya related to Osferth?"

Osferth answered quickly. "No, her family owned the farm next to the monastery, so we grew up together." Then he furrowed his brows as a thought hit him. He had been so amazed to see his childhood best friend (only friend really) that he had not realized that she should be back at the farm and not in this town. "Wait, y/n, why are you here and not at the farm?"

Her face crumpled for a brief second before she was able to mask it into a neutral expression. She shrugged casually, but he could read the subtle tension in the action. "We lost the farm, so mother and I came here to look for work."

"Ah." There were so many things he wanted to ask but could tell now was not the right time. If she lived here, he would have plenty of time to hear the full story later. Instead he decided to change the subject. "So, you know Lord Uhtred, the others are Finan and Sihtric…. And Sihtric is also a bastard." He added as an afterthought.

That made her face light up as she turned to look at the Dane. "Hey, another bastard! We really need to start a club. We can all rant about how awful our fathers are."

"You're a bastard?" Uhtred asked, shock evident in his voice.

"Yes, my lord. My mother was a servant for a lord. Got pregnant. The lord's wife did not like that so sent my pregnant mother back to her family. Certainly, it was our Lord's Will because how else would I have been able to grow up with Osferth?" She asked, patting him on the cheek affectionately. He blushed and swatted her hand away, much to the other's amusement.

"I reckon you have quite a few amusin' stories of growin' up with Osferth, eh?" Finan smirked.

"I might….but I don't share secrets for free." She matched his smirk with her own crooked smile.

He slapped his hand on the table. "I'll owe ya a drink! I need to 'ear this."

"No….oh no, no, no." Osferth said but knew it was a lost cause before he even tried to deter them. The rest were already deciding when and where to meet that night. "Lord help me."

"It's not that bad." She teased, bumping his arm with hers. "The worst one is when we went streaking naked through the monastery."

Osferth felt his face heat up like the flames of hell itself as everyone laughed. "It was your idea."

"Yeah, yeah, so you like to remind me." She smiled fondly. "Now, if I don't get back home, my mother is going to think I've run off with some man or I've been kidnapped. Either way, she will raise the fyrd herself to find me. I will see you all tonight."

The others said their goodbyes but before she could step too far away, Osferth gently touched her arm, halting her movement.

"Y/n….I'm….I'm glad our paths have crossed once again."

She pulled him into a tight embrace. "I am too, Osferth. I've missed you." With that, she turned and walked away with her basket still on her hip; but not without glancing over her shoulder at the group before disappearing around some buildings.

Once out of sight, Osferth sighed and turned back to his companions, only to see them all still staring intently in the direction she disappeared.

"No….y/n is off-limits to you fornicators." He stated firmly, well as firmly as he could be.

"She's very pretty…." Uhtred declared, a playful grin on his face.

"Lord, no. All of you, keep your hands off of her."

"Or what?" Finan chuckled, eyes alight with mischief. "You'll fight us, baby monk?"

"I will if I must."

"Alright. Her dignity won't be tarnished." Uhtred lifted his cup in Osferth's direction. "Your reputation might be tonight depending on what stories she shares."

Osferth groaned, sitting back down next to his lord. "I'm going to need a lot of ale."

"That can certainly be arranged!" Finan laughed, jovial once more.

As discussion started back up again, they all missed the silent, longing glance Sihtric snuck one last time in the direction she walked away….

*****

Over the next several weeks Lord Uhtred helped increase the defenses of the town and instructed the guards and fyrd how to better defend against the Danes.

During those weeks, you found yourself frequently spending time with Osferth and his companions. First it started off with meeting them in the evenings for ale, laughter and good company. Within days, it became almost expected for one of them to purposefully seek you out. Most of the time it was Osferth and Sihtric coming to join you in whatever your tasks for the day because they were bored or unwanted in meetings. It was not difficult to tell that although they were certainly welcomed members of Uhtred's group, not everyone else saw them in such a positive light.

So the three of you often passed the hours away together, waiting until evening to rejoin Uhtred and Finan at the alehouse. Their presence became such a regular occurrence that your mother practically adopted them, they even had their assigned seats at your small kitchen table for meals. Somehow, they seamlessly slipped into your daily life in a way that seemed like they were meant to be there this whole time.

Even at the alehouse in the evenings, you usually found yourself nestled between Osferth and Sihtric on the bench. A place you certainly found yourself enjoying more and more….especially next to the Dane.

Over the weeks, there was something growing between you and the Dane. It gradually revealed itself with each passing day, growing like the roots of an oak tree. It was through the borderline flirtatious comments that you teased each other with. It was in the subtle touches that caused butterflies in your stomach to dance, from your fingers barely gracing each other when passing something, to the way you leaned your head on his shoulder when your eyelids threatened to close, to the way your thighs would touch under the table and away from view of the others. It was in the lingering looks when your gazes locked and you swore you never wanted to look away. It was in the consistency of being next to one another whenever you could, either sitting at a table or just walking down the street, almost like your bodies were magnetized to one another's.

Plus the more you talked to Sihtric, the more you desired to know about him. For he was like no other man you had ever met.

Almost a fortnight after you reunited with Osferth, there was one particular evening after staying out far too late with the four men and drinking a bit too much, Sihtric graciously offered to walk you back home. You knew propriety demanded Osferth should be the one to escort you but he was already passed out, head on the table and snores emitting from his mouth. Giggling at your childhood friend, you accepted Sihtric's offer and the two of you easily fell into step.

On the walk you learned more about his past, about going up in Dunholm and his cruel father. You had heard bits and pieces while with Osferth and the others. Maybe it was under the cover of darkness, maybe it was the extra ale flowing through both of your blood, but he confessed secrets to you he had never told another besides his mother. When you reached your home, before he could slip away, you clutched his arm and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. After, you bid him goodnight and slipped inside your humble home.

After that night, he always walked you home, sometimes alone and sometimes one of the others would join. But when it was just you two, when you were alone, you would bid him a goodnight with a kiss on the cheek or he would kiss your hand, locking eyes with you in a way that made a fire stir in your belly and your core clench.

There was definitely something between the two of you, but neither seemed able to verbalize it or take the next step.

*****

"So, what is going on between you and Cedric?"

You turned your head to look at Osferth, who laid on the grass next to you, soaking in the heat of the early afternoon sun. "What?"

"You know….that blacksmith. The one you were talking to the other day."

"Oh." The memory hit you. You had stopped by to drop off your mother's damaged cooking pot for Cedric to attempt in fixing, although you personally thought it was a helpless cause. The dent in it was significant, but he offered to see what he could do. As you dropped it off at his workshop, the two of you began discussing an approaching saint's day and the celebration that would occur with it.

Several minutes later, you heard your name called and looked over to see Osferth and Sihtric walking towards you. You bid Cedric a farewell, promising to stop by the next day to come pick up the pot. After receiving his promise to try his best at fixing it, you headed off towards the stables with your fellow bastards. At the time, you had not thought the encounter significant but with it happening two days ago and Osferth now bringing it up, you wondered how long he had been ruminating on it.

Finally, you simply said, "he's a good man, and has been kind to my mother and I since we arrived here."

"Is he….pursuing you?" Osferth turned his head to scrutinize you, his lips pursed slightly as if concerned about your answer.

You openly laughed at the notion. "No, that's silly. He is just a kind man."

If anything, you had to fend off flirtatious advancements from some of the young men that worked under Cedric. Those same young men quickly learned to keep their eyes on their work and mouths shut. When one openly called out to you, and before you could offer a sharp retort, Cedric threw a hammer at him from across the shop. He bellowed that he did not allow heathens to work for him and if they chose to act godless then they needed to find a new place of work. Their blatant interest diminished after that and Cedric made a point to be the only one that conversed with you if you came to the shop. Although he was easily ten years your senior, you found him a likeable man with a quick wit and sarcastic comments that occasionally left you in stitches.

The idea of him pursuing you was an amusing idea. He was still a bachelor, never having married, claiming that his work and apprentices kept him far too busy for much else.

Your answer appeared to satisfy Osferth. A thoughtful look crossed his face and he opened his mouth as if to speak, but immediately slowly closed it and turned his head back to stare at the blue sky.

A stillness settled after your answer, only interrupted by the frequent bird song and the wind through the tall grass. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sun's warmth and just lying around relaxing on the hill outside of the town, away from the hustle and bustle and chores that demanded your attention.

"He was watching you like a man who wants a woman." Sihtric stated after a couple minutes of peaceful silence.

Startled by his sour tone, you shifted up to look over at the Dane. He sat on the other side of Osferth, one leg propped up and an arm casually slung over it, but his gaze was focused straight ahead, staring off into the distance. Now that you thought about it, over the past two days Sihtric had become more reserved and sullen than you had ever seen. Even his companions commented on it a few times to which he would shrug his shoulders or make an excuse and walk away. You had thought he just missed Coccham, the group having been away for so long, or something happened that made him introspective. It had also not escaped your notice how the prior closeness between you two had halted. Now you wondered if there was something more to his demeanor.

"Well, that is most unfortunate for him since I am not interested in him."

"Does your mother not want you to marry?" Osferth asked, his voice deceptively neutral.

Sighing, you leaned back on your hands. Eventually you knew Osferth would bring up the topic, he was your friend after all and you were certainly of marriageable age. Actually far too old to not be married by some people's standards, but you ignored them. "She does but she has told me that she will not force it upon me. She said I should make my own choice….that if I am able, I should choose love."

You knew your mother offered you that choice in hopes your life would turn out differently than her own.

"But if Cedric is a good, kind man….could you not love him….or someone like him?" Osferth pressed.

"Perhaps. There are plenty of men I have seen who the church would call a 'good' man but are cruel in their own home, and there are many men who are calloused but it's obvious they love their wife and children. My love doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints. I would rather choose a man whom I know loves and cares for me than a man I know is 'good' but carries no love in his heart." You paused, the candid confession rolling off your tongue before you realized it. Sighing, you ran a hand over your hair before quietly saying. "I just….I just want someone that loves me….sinner or saint."

Not a word was spoken as all three contemplated your statement, the silence hanging heavy like a brewing storm. Tilting your face to the sky, unable to meet the gazes of your companions, you chastised yourself for the candor with which you spoke. Osferth had asked a simple question initially and you chose to make it complicated. They did not need to know how you longed for love, how the hope for it in your potential future was what kept you going. It was foolish and you supposed after this, they would only see you as a silly girl with outlandish dreams of a storybook romance.

Finally, Osferth broke the silence. "Well, I shall be praying fervently for this man….hopefully he knows what he is getting into before he marries you."

You laughed, appreciating his lighthearted comment. Reaching a hand out to smack Osferth's arm, you teased. "Keep that up and you won't be invited to my wedding."

"Your mother will let me in."

"Yeah, you're probably right." You glanced over in the direction of the town, regretting that your time away had to end. "I need to head back, those chores won't finish themselves."

The three of you headed back to the town, quiet contemplation cloaking your group. Yet you feared that whatever spark lay between you and the Dane had been extinguished forever by your unexpected honesty. For still he refused to look your way, keeping his gaze focused forward. If your heart fissured within your chest, you swallowed down the pain. It was better for the spark to die out now then burn brightly only to be smothered later.

Or at least that was what you told yourself.

*****

"What you said….about the sinners and the saints…."

You whirled around, heart leaping into your throat with a silent scream on your tongue. In the small herb garden behind your house, you had thought you were alone. After the awkward conversation on the hill earlier that day, you sought solace in your chores. Thankfully Osferth and Sihtric headed back to meet with their companions on their own accord, leaving you to trudge through your muddled thoughts with all the grace of a newborn foal.

Now you found the very person who your thoughts centered on, standing just a few paces from you….and your heart began to race for a very different reason.

When his voice trailed off, those dark eyes that set fire licking through your veins dropped to the ground, you quietly stood up from where you had knelt, wiping the dirt from your hands, although you moved no closer.

"Sihtric?" You tried to prompt him.

"Is it true?" His piercing gaze lifted to meet yours, stealing the very breath from your lungs. "Your love doesn't discriminate?"

"Yes." You breathed out.

He nodded silently before taking a step closer to you. "And what about….what about Danes?"

Your chest pulled tight at his words, yet a coy smile grew on your lips. The flutter in your belly made your gaze drop for a moment as you tried to stifle the excitement making butterflies dance. Although this was no declaration, it was the closest the two of you had talked about what lay between you. Taking a steadying breath, you prayed this moment would not pass by without confessing the truth that you had harbored in your heart for weeks now.

"Not even towards Danes." You shook your head, the smile still on your lips. "And…. There is one I'm becoming quite fond of lately."

"Yeah?" He took two steps closer, somehow moving cautiously but eating the ground with each determined step.

"But….do you think this Dane could be….fond of me?" You softly murmured, feeling as if your heart lay in the palms of your hands for all to see.

That last step separating you two disappeared almost before you finished asking your question. His hands ever so gently reached over to take yours, entwining your fingers together. The two of you stood so close, your chests almost touched with each breath you took. Your breathing seemed to cease under the intensity of his gaze and a shiver raced up your spine. Yet you had no desire to withdraw from him.

"He would be a fool not to." He whispered, the barest hint of a tremble in his voice. "I'd bet you are constantly on this Dane's mind. That he cannot go a day without seeing your face and hearing your laugh. You are the first thought that he wakes to and the reason he falls asleep with a smile. That you have become the north star that it seems the gods have been guiding him towards for his whole life."

As he spoke, everything faded to oblivion around you. The past and future vanished. Dane versus Saxon disappeared. The world narrowed down to this….this moment….this moment that you had dreamt of but never thought would come true.

The two of you continued to stand there, lost in one another's eyes with fingers intertwined. Your heart raced within your chest but a cooling breeze swept away the fears that plagued your mind. For staring at him, you knew he spoke no falsehoods. That he owned your heart just as much as you owned his. That very heart you could feel hammering away in his own chest. His eyes fervently held yours, a silent conversation, a confession, spoken only in looks but you both understood the language. His gaze dipped down to your lips, tracing them before slowly rising once again to your eyes. A curl of pleasure blossomed in your core as you witnessed the fire now in his eyes.

"If this Dane wanted to kiss me…. I wouldn't mind."

A deliciously, sinful smirk teased his mouth. "As my lady commands."

His head tilted, leaning towards yours. Unconsciously your eyelids fluttered closed. Then the briefest of touches made your knees weak and your mouth part open in a sigh. After a moment's hesitation, he continued to shower your jawline with kisses. Needing to touch him, your hands landed on his chest, feeling the tunic that covered his firm chest. Your hands moved upward to grasp the back of his neck, his pulse jumping for a second as your nails scraped his skin. His hands landed on the curve of your waist, bringing you even closer to him, erasing the unwanted space between your bodies.

As his lips began their ascent upward along the otherwise of your jaw, you moved. For the burning sparks in your body screamed if he did not kiss you, you would spontaneously combust. Shifting your face, you stole a kiss on his lips before he could place it on your skin. It was more of a gentle pressing of your mouths, but even then, you heard a sharp inhale from him. Before you could question him, his mouth returned to yours with soft, probing kisses that urged you to respond. Not that you would ever deny him. What started off as a gentle flame quickly became a roaring fire. Breathing became unnecessary, for how could air bring you life when your body craved Sihtric, when your lungs demanded to breathe him in instead. He led you in a drugging kiss that had you melting against him. Your lips drank from one another as if that alone could sustain you forevermore.

"THANK YA, GOD!!"

The passionate kiss abruptly ended as Sihtric and your gazes darted towards the side of your house. Only to be met with the sight of his three companions standing at the entrance in various states of smugness.

"Oh, for the love of Odin…." Sihtric mumbled.

You buried your face in Sihtric's chest, face heated in embarrassment but unable to stop the giggles that poured forth. So caught up in finally confessing your feelings and kissing the man who haunted your dreams, you forgot that anyone could walk by and see you. His arms tightened around you, keeping you within his protective, loving embrace….and you knew there was nowhere else you would rather be.

"Took the two of ya long enough." Finan continued, leaning against the side of your humble home with a shit-eating grin.

"Amen." Osferth had a small, teasing smile on his face. "Thought I would have to lock them in a room together before one of them finally confessed."

Apparently, you and Sihtric were not as subtle as you previously thought. Now it made sense why Osferth was questioning you about Cedric and your thoughts on love and marriage earlier. Your heart flooded with gratitude towards your childhood friend, for without him you doubted neither Sihtric or you would have spoken up. Peering over, you caught Osferth's eye and mouthed a quick 'thank you'. He nodded, a simple joy radiating from his face.

"Lord?" Sihtric called over with a blank expression. "Permission to continue?"

Uhtred chuckled. "I guess you've waited long enough. Go ahead."

Without waiting a moment longer, Sihtric tipped your face back up towards his and claimed your lips once more. You vaguely thought you heard laughter coming from the others but it all blurred away, like a faint sound while underwater. All you could see, all you could feel, all you could hear was Sihtric.

Just how you wanted it.

Suddenly you yanked your head back, your breathing labored and lips swollen. "My mother is helping at a nearby farm today. She won't be back until it's dark."

He hummed against your skin trailing small kisses along your jawline and down your neck as if unable to keep his hands and mouth off you now that the dam had been released.

"I'm not as pure as Osferth thinks me to be."

That statement made his actions stop. Carefully he raised his head to meet your gaze. "After dark?" He confirmed, voice rough in a way that sent a bolt of heat through you.

"Yes, she planned on having supper with them….so my home is currently empty….and I did just clean my blankets the other day…."

He swooped in to give you a feverish, greedy kiss that left no doubt where his mind had gone. When he finally pulled back, you were surprised your legs could still hold you upright. Your whole body felt like puddy in his arms and he had only kissed you, albeit you doubted you would ever forget the way his mouth worshiped yours.

"You are certain? You want this?" He softly asked, staring into your eyes once more. "You want me?"

It was the last question, the vulnerable undertone, the hint of insecurity in it that sealed your decision. Letting your actions be your answer, you grabbed his hand and started pulling him in the direction of the door to your home. It did not take more than a second for him to come beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

With his taste on your lips, the future did not matter right now. It did not matter that he was Dane and you were not. All you knew was Sihtric was neither a saint nor a sinner, but simply a man deserving of love. The river of your love was pointing you directly towards him, and you silently vowed to never let it run dry.

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Who Would’ve Thought

Requested?: yes! so this is a mashup of sorts. I got three separate requests: the first being an interview scene with a bitchy reporter, the second a y/n x luke with some enemies to lovers and an argument, but the actors get on really well, and the third was for a similar teasing, y/n x luke concept. This doesn’t quite cover every part of each request, but it gets a bit of all of them in, ya know?

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Author’s Note: i think this is the point where i just accept i am a jatp smut writer, right? i mean, it was only a matter of time before it happened... i liked this, writing it was so much fun, if you like this and want more send it in to me!

Warning: this became fluffy smut, you’re very welcome.

the masterlist is here, because i have more stuff like this.

“Ok, ok.” The laughs around set subsided after Madison’s joke, the reporter sitting up a little straighter and coughing to compose himself. “I have to ask, and I have to know since that trailer dropped last week… Y/N, I think everyone watching wants to find out a bit more about you and the character you’re bringing to season two?” He asked, turning his attention from the show’s star to the young woman sat beside her, who was wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, trying to stop laughing.

“What is it you want to know?” She asked, sharing a smiling with Madi as she too sat up straight in her chair once more, running a hand through her hair and crossing one leg over the other, all triggers to help her subside the giggles waiting to erupt from her chest, to calm down and get back to the professionalism she had practiced in her bedroom mirror.

“Well, for starters, what’s it been like, joining the Julie and the Phantoms crew? Am I right in saying this is your breakout role, just like it was for Madison last season?” He asked, and Y/N nodded, gripping Madi’s hand in hers.

“Yeah, it is. And I’ll tell you something, I wouldn’t have known what to do on day one without Madi. The closest I came to acting, to television, before this was when I played a tree in my kindergarten school play.” She explained, glancing past the reporter’s shoulder to see Kenny stood watching them with a grin, sending a thumbs up her way. Her body relaxed a little. “Yeah, I auditioned as a dare from a friend at college and, well…” She smiled wider. “Seems like the best decision I’ve ever made.”

“And from what I can tell, the rest of the cast sat in on your audition?” The reporter asked, looking to both girls for an answer.

“Not the first one.” Madi cleared up. “But Kenny and the casting team loved Y/N, and wanted to make sure she was the perfect fit. They had her perform on the sound stage, and the rest of us just sort of snuck in to watch.” She explained, letting go of Y/N’s hand to gesture as she spoke. “We were all just blown away, and Charlie was the first to shout out after she finished. He called out… What did he say?” Madi asked Y/N, who was laughing to herself at the memory.

“Kenny, will you hire her already?” Y/N answered, and the reporter chuckled again. “And from that moment on, I was Grace.”

“Yes, Grace, our mysterious new rebel child. What can you tell us about her?”

“Ok, so, we’ve got Kenny on standby in case I mess up and give away too much.” Y/N prefaced. “So, Grace is the new girl at Los Feliz High, Carrie’s cousin, and coming in with a bit of reputation where we left off season one. I think the best way to describe would be a musical influencer?” She glanced to Madi, who nodded in agreement. “Bit of a rebel, bit of a spanner in the works for Juke despite her and Luke quite adamantly disliking each other.” She added, and the reporter was nodding his head feverishly.

“Yeah, the trailer seemed to show it. Is that the character’s big goal, breaking up our OTP?” He asked, and Y/N bit her lip as she thought for a moment.

“I think she’s a character with a lot of growth, you get a lot from her in the season, which I was so honoured to bring to the table. We’re doing some reshoots tomorrow, finalising one of the big scenes the trailer didn’t show. I can’t say a lot, but Grace is definitely causing some tension this season, throwing in some music of her own too.” Y/N added, quick to change the subject of discussion to something she knew she was safe to talk on.

“What was it like, working with the rest of the cast on the new season’s album?” The reporter quizzed, taking the hint. “Madi, we heard you and Y/N singing together on the trailer, saw it in one of the stills, I can only wonder how two such talented singers get into each other’s rhythm, especially with the difference in genre. Obviously, Madi you have piano, but with Y/N on guitar, I just wonder how it all worked out while filming?”

“We actually wrote the song for the trailer, along with Charlie. The three of us brainstormed the thing for the first few weeks of filming, just like Charlie and I did with Perfect Harmony last season.” Madi explained. “And you know, we all come from very different musical backgrounds, and it allowed for this amazing mixture of pop and rock and grunge that just works. You only hear a snippet of our song, but just wait until you hear the full thing.” She was beaming, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile and nod along.

“The day we recorded it, man, we were all just electric. There’s this section with the guitars…” Y/N paused. “That I won’t spoil… You can tell this is my first press junket, right?” She laughed, earning chuckles from the studio. No-one blamed her for being new, she was learning quickly enough that it wasn’t a problem.

“So, on the topic of Charlie, who is waving at us right now from behind the camera,” The reporter paused as the girls laughed and waved past the camera recording them all at their co-star. “I have to ask about Julie and Luke, and now this new dimension of Grace.” The girls nodded, a question they both had expected and prepared for. “Madi, are we getting a Juke kiss this season?”

“I really can’t spoil it. It’s not fair… But their relationship does take a few turns, it’s a really interesting subplot.” She said with ease, a rehearsed line.

“And what about Grace? What are her feelings around Juke? Jealousy, perhaps?” The reporter questioned, and Y/N glanced over his shoulder to Kenny, who nodded for her to go ahead.

“Oh, she’s definitely jealous, though it might not be the reason you initially think of.” She said with a smile, quite proud of herself for keeping the answer vague enough, a light switching on on the camera to alert of their time finishing. Y/N smiled, getting herself ready to stand up, glad she had ended the interview on a good answer, when the reporter held up a hand for her and Madi to pause.

“And I mean, that chemistry seems to be translating off-screen too, no?” The reporter pressed on forward with his questions. “I mean, the chemistry you and Charlie have off-screen, Madison, is pretty clear. Is there jealousy off screen from you Y/N?” He asked, the questions turning from family-friendly to gossipy rather quickly. The executive producers stood behind the reporter had lost their smiles, Ortega and Becker ready to march forward and end the interview themselves.

But then, Y/N burst into uncontrollable laughter as a response, Madi quickly joining in one the sole base that Y/N was a rather infectious person. Soon, the whole cast was laughing along, the reporter left in the dark as the camera shut off and the girls left the press set stage in giggles, the crew suddenly moving quickly to start packing up for the night, the reporter being led off by assistants as the girls made their way over to their waiting friends and castmates.

The interview had been Y/N’s first and the team’s last of the day, and with the next day being their final shoot day for the season, the younger cast members had decided to celebrate and go out to dinner together, a pre-celebration to the wrap party the next day.

Stood by the studio’s exit was the rest of the dinner party: Jadah, Savannah, Owen, Tori, Sacha, Jeremy, Booboo, Tori, Kyra, Sofia, Halle, and Charlie, the last of whom swung his arm over Y/N’s shoulder as she and Madi joined the group, starting out for a restaurant on the far side of the lot.

“Not bad for a rookie, sweetheart.” Charlie spoke with a teasing tone, earning an elbow to the ribs from his friend. The pair had been inseparable for the whole year, since Y/N got the role in fact, and his arm across her shoulders was such a familiar and comforting feeling, that she found herself cuddling into him as they got out onto the lot and the Vancouver wind chill hit hard. Without pause, Charlie shrugged off his jacket and sat it over Y/N’s shoulders, the pair sharing a smile.

“You know, you should invest in shirts with sleeves, Gillespie.” She muttered, rolling her eyes as he responded with a smirk, flexing his biceps as his arm settled back over her, this time Y/N’s hand coming up and their fingers interlocking as they followed the group towards the restaurant. Madi and Savannah were up front with the other Dirty Candy girls, all singing one of the new songs from the show as they skipped their way across the lot, while Jadah, Sacha, Owen, Booboo and Jeremy were in the middle of the group, seemingly discussing what they were getting for dinner, confirmed when Owen started to rave about one of the desserts the restaurant had rather loudly.

Y/N watched the scene with a smile, watched all her friends with a smile. She knew she was lucky, she reminded herself of it every day she spent with the group of amazing people she had come to call her family. The move to Vancouver for filming was a huge shift, and she had initially thought she’d be alone and homesick, spending all her free time at her rented flat reading out scripts to her walls, but it hadn’t been the case. The cast had adopted her like she had been there since day one, they made her feel welcome and at home in the foreign city, Charlie especially. He was the one who got her out of her shell, who made sure to invite her to every dinner and party and hangout in the first few weeks of filming. He was the one who played guitar with her, who came and stayed with her for a week when she was unwell and stuck inside her little flat.

He was the one who was watching her at that moment in time, a dopey smile on his face as he pulled her closer into his side, pressing a kiss to the side of her head as they followed their friends round a corner, their destination that night coming into view, along with some extra familiar faces.

“Gotta be careful, Y/N, Charlie has a habit of passing on his fleas.” The teasing came from Charlie’s sister Meg, who slipped through the small crowd to hug her brother and his best friend hello.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been getting him treated.” Y/N responded with a grin, the pair sharing a tight hug before Meg moved on to squeeze her brother in hello, both girls smiling at his surprised expression.

“I didn’t know you were coming over.” He guffawed, his smile radiating as he hugged Meg tightly, Y/N moving off to greet Carolynn, Jeremy’s wife, who had also surprised with her appearance. By the look of pride on Owen’s face, it was pretty clear who had planned the gift for his friends. Y/N held out a fist to Owen, who quickly pounded his own against it before the girl continued walking, making her way to Savannah’s side as they found their table in the restaurant far corner, the pair getting themselves sat down. With the two playing cousins on the show, they had both made an effort to get closer, an effort Y/N had made with the whole cast, though her and Savannah got on like a house on fire: they were the same age, and had assumed the roles of big sisters to the younger cast members like Madison and Jadah.

“Charlie’s jacket looks good on you.” Savannah commented with a wink, and Y/N rolled her eyes, shrugging the item off just as Charlie and Meg entered the restaurant with Jeremy, Carolynn and Owen.

“You need to stop; you know Kenny has started commenting on what a good couple we’d make thanks to you?” Y/N questioned, and Savannah nodded with a proud smile. “I suppose you actively put the idea in his head?” She quizzed further, receiving another nod.

“We’re all just waiting for you to get together at this point.” Savannah said with a shrug, a few sets of eyes looking over.

“What, Y/N and Charlie?” Sacha asked from across the table. “Oh, yeah, definitely.”

“Every three months we start a pool and bet on specific dates for you two finally giving in and dating.” Booboo said through a mouthful of bread. “Whoever gets closest is going to be so, so rich.”

“How many people are in on this?” Y/N asked, wide eyed with raised eyebrows. It was new information, at least to her it was, but the rest of the table had heard it all before.

“Sixty three.” Tori answered, sending over a wink as the table burst into laughter, quickly shutting up as the final members of their party started sitting themselves down, Charlie sliding himself along the booth chair to sit beside Y/N, Meg on his other side.

“What’s the joke?” He asked with a cocked brow, and Y/N shook her head, warning him to not venture any further. “Better not to ask, got it.”

“So, we’re thinking of karaoke later?” Kyra spoke up from the top of the table, earning nods from around the table. “Perfect, I’ll book the room.” She said quickly, typing away on her phone to set the group’s plans for the evening in stone.

“Maybe Y/N and Charlie can give us their ABBA medley.” Jadah suggested with a wiggle of her eyebrows, sat on the other side of Savannah. Y/N gave her the finger while Charlie chuckled, throwing an arm over her shoulder.

“Come on, it wouldn’t hurt you, would it Y/N?” Charlie asked, using his best puppy dog eyes on the girl, who reached to grab a slice of bread before Booboo finished it all, chewing it thoughtfully.

“Only if Sacha is our Dancing Queen.” Y/N said with a happy sigh, the blonde boy across the table nodding quickly.

“Happy to do it. Yes. Yes.” He nodded fast, feigning a bow as the table cheered, Charlie looking over at Y/N with a soft smile. She smiled back before resting her head on his shoulder, a part of her still recuperating from the interview. How these guys had done multiple that day, how Madi had sat through almost every single one, Y/N couldn’t figure it out; but the thoughts faded away as menus were brought over and drinks ordered, setting the evening off on the right foot.

By the time food was placed down, the topic of conversation was focused on Carolynn and Jeremy’s dogs, the pair quite happy to show off photos of their fur babies as castmates ate around them, with brief interruptions to talk about the upcoming wrap party the day after, and discussions of the season two premiere plans the following month. With the filming almost finished up, everyone was making plans to head back home to families as they all awaited the news of renewal for a third season. Apartments in Vancouver were being packed up, Y/N herself had started the process of boxing up the life she had made over the past year in the city, with her friends, to ship back off home.

“You alright?” A whisper came into Y/N’s ear, pulling her from her zoned out state as she twirled spaghetti mindlessly round her fork, blinking a few times before looking over at Charlie, who watched her with concern in his eyes. She nodded a little, setting down her fork and taking a sip of her soft drink before shaking her head, lifting up Charlie’s beer and taking a swig, frowning at the taste but swallowing anyway.

“Just thinking about leaving is all.” She muttered back, shrugging a little before trying again on her pasta, eating a mouthful before continuing. “Just, what happens once we wrap for the season? What happens if the show doesn’t get renewed?” She asked quietly. “I don’t want to lose all you guys… I just got you.” She tried to make a joke of it, but the thought had been weighing on her mind for a while. Would they all stay friends? Keep in contact even though they would be spread over the globe?

“I can assure you, sweetheart, no-one will be losing contact with you. If any of these guys love you half as much as I do, they won’t be able to say goodbye to someone as awesome as you.” Charlie whispered in her ear, his hot breath fanning over her neck, and Y/N blushed a little, taking his free hand in hers and giving it a quick squeeze to say thank you.

“How’s it all going, everyone?” The server broke apart the moment and halted the rest of the table’s conversations, Y/N and Charlie quickly dropping their hands and turning back to their own meals as the rest of the table chorused compliments of the food, Booboo and Jadah insistent that dessert menus be brought along as soon as possible. A quick glance around the table revealed that Y/N was extremely far behind the rest of the table in finishing her meal, but her appetite had suddenly disappeared, most likely from the melancholy.

“Could I get a triple vodka coke?” Y/N asked the waiter before he left, smiling up at him as she closed her cutlery.

“Of course, miss. Anymore drinks?” He asked, jotting down a cocktail for Halle and another small glass of wine for Jeremy, disappearing back into the main body of the restaurant as the last few party members finished their meals, drinks arriving with dessert menus.

“A toast.” Jeremy raised his glass, prompting the rest of the table to follow suit. “To Julie and the Phantoms, to found family… And to another season.” He thought over the words as he spoke, Carolynn watching him with adoring eyes, their hands linked atop the table. The toast was met with cheers, Owen letting out a rather loud ‘Whoop!’ as glasses were clinked and drinks were sipped, the night only just beginning.

Kenny Ortega was rather glad he had left Y/N and Charlie’s big confrontation scene for their last day of shooting, and after walking into work the following day and finding, quite literally, everyone glued to their phone screens, he decided to check his own Instagram.

The night before had been a success for the young cast, and after dinner the group had travelled into the centre of town for a night of drinks and karaoke, the evening’s highlight being the video that was circulating that morning, of Charlie and Y/N sharing a mic as they sang ‘Waterloo’ by ABBA: Owen had caught the whole thing and put it on his story.

That video was also followed by a photo of Y/N and Charlie sleeping on the couch together at Owen and Charlie’s place later that night.

There was a level of professionalism that had to be maintained in a workplace for productivity, but the ‘something more’ friendship the two guitarists shared had caught the attention of the whole team. It had started betting pools and conspiracies and a game amongst the team to catch pictures of the pair acting like a couple. The kids had started it, of course, but seeing the way the two interacted both on and off-screen had gotten the rest of the crew involved. There was an undeniable connection there, and the waiting game was part of the fun.

And so, as the cast started to arrive for the 12 pm call time on location at the garage, all the reshoots that day needing midday sunshine, no-one was surprised to see Charlie carrying Y/N into work on his back as the pair shared a joke. In fact, they were quite excited to see how they would react to the final scene they had to shoot.

Kenny had given them both the script the week before, but refrained from discussing it with the pair until that day, partially pressured by the likes of Savannah and Owen, simply because an authentic kiss, without the practice or specific instruction from the director, would make for better tv. The plan was to get some close ups, positioning them for certain moments, then run it through once, getting as many extra shots as possible, with the hope being they could do it in one take. At best, it would work, and at worst, both Charlie and Y/N were still actors, and could make a kiss look real.

It took about an hour or so for the cast to get through the makeup, hair and costume departments, and Kenny pulled in Jeremy, Owen and Madi for some reshoots first, leaving Y/N wandering with a bottle of water in one hand and her script in the other, pacing back and forth as she ran the lines over and over again in her head.

The scene was an important one, the start of Juke’s conflict for the season, of Grace’s and Julie’s friendship being tested. From what else the girls had filmed over the past few months, it was clear that the season would leave their friendship on a cliff-hanger, this scene being the catalyst. And it was funny for Y/N, to go from her friendship with Charlie to being Grace, the girl that hated Luke. It took her a little while to get into the right headspace, though it wasn’t easy with all eyes on her, nor with the teasing she was receiving from friends about the night before, and her crashing at Charlie’s. It wasn’t news, Y/N sleeping over at Charlie’s, or vice versa; it was common place actually, after the first few months of friendship it just became a norm for them.

Grace’s character arc was one of reckless abandon, and she almost becomes a bad influence on Luke’s bandmates with her risky ideas and rebellious attitude. They had shot the previous scene, in which Julie falls down the school bleachers while with Grace and twists her ankle badly, the character very lucky it wasn’t worse. And Luke, already disliking Grace, confronts her when the girl comes looking to apologise. The tension that they had built over the season boils over, and Grace kisses Luke, the first time either of them have touched before.

Y/N was a little nervous about that last part.

She was an actress, but it would be her first on-screen kiss, and while the thought of it being with her best friend should have eased her mind, it did anything but. Kissing Charlie, whether she wanted to admit it or not, was probably going to be awkward, cause a rift between the two for at least a little while. And that would have been fine, if they weren’t all heading off home to separate corners of the world for however long.

“You look worried.” It was Owen’s voice that pulled her from her thoughts, the girl turning to find him leaning against the prop table nearby, arms folded and a look of concern on his face. “You alright?” He asked, glancing back over at the set. Jeremy and Madison were still getting some reshoots done, and Charlie was with Savannah and Booboo over in costumes, chatting away as the seamstress sat his clothes just right.

“I don’t really know…” Y/N admitted, looking back at Owen with a shrug. “I mean, I just…” She paused, letting out a sigh. “I’m worried things might be weird? Worried I might suck at the whole kissing thing, ruin the last scene we have to shoot?” She explained, glancing back down at her script as Owen watched on, thoughtful.

“Y/N, you’re a good actress. If the last year has proved anything, it’s that you are meant for this role. You’ve just gotta… You’ve gotta embody Grace, don’t think of it as you and Charlie anymore, because I know that’s what you’ve been doing for the past week. It’s Luke and Grace, yeah?” Owen stopped to make sure Y/N was following, and she nodded. “We need to get you into that headset before we start, alright? You know how to be Grace; you need to get into her before the cameras start rolling. I mean, you’re already dressed like her.” Owen gestured to the clothes she was in, and Y/N smiled.

She did already feel a bit like Grace in the outfit, style choices she had helped to make at the start of the season. To contrast from Carrie, she offset her cousin’s pink and preppy wardrobe with dark colours: Y/N was currently in black jumper with red detailing, paired with a short, tight black denim skirt and a belt that pulled in her waist, plus the fishnet tights and sturdy doc martens her character would soon be known for. Those shoes were the only pair she had worn all season. The makeup and hair team had left her looking flawless, with her hair curling and her eyeliner in a perfect wing.

The more she thought about Owen’s words, the less anxiety she felt.

The more she felt like Grace.

“Ok, ok… We’re getting somewhere.” She informed her friend, Owen holding out an arm for Y/N to link with, the pair beginning a sure march over towards the set, watching Madi finish the last few takes.

“You need anything else?” Owen asked, raising an eyebrow to the shorter girl when she nodded, watching her take a deep breath.

“Put on some music? Just… Something fun?” Y/N asked, having faith that music would completely rid her of her nerves for the scene. Kenny called cut, Madi and Jeremy making their way off set with smiles as they headed towards Owen and Y/N, the blonde boy connecting his phone to the nearby Bluetooth speaker while the set was changed for her and Charlie’s scene.

“I can’t believe this is the end of season two… Y/N? You ok?” Jeremy commented then questioned as he came over with Madison, the latter reaching a comforting out to Y/N’s arm.

“She’s getting in the zone.” Owen explained, finally deciding on a song, the music playing around them and earning a few cheers from the other cast mates, Charlie looking over from where he stood with Savannah and Booboo, his eyes landing on Y/N, who had begun swaying along with the song. She had a habit of this, using music to get into character, though it was usually through headphones in some far off corner.

“Loving you isn’t the right thing to do.” The speaker sang out the Fleetwood Mac hit, Booboo and Savannah beginning to dance along by Charlie as he watched Y/N from across the room, curious as to what she might do. “How can I ever change things that I feel?” Lindsey Buckingham’s voice resonated around the room, and Charlie took a step closer to his main castmates, watching as Madi held Y/N’s hand, quickly realising why the music was blaring.

Y/N was nervous.

“If I could, baby I’d give you my world.” The tracks vocals were overshadowed as Charlie began to sing, heads spinning to look at him as he spun himself around and started his way towards Y/N. “How can I, when you won’t take it from me?” He sang, holding out a hand for her to join him. They were both well aware that two things in particular made Y/N feel better: the first was music, the second was Charlie. With a push from Madi and Owen, Y/N could no longer hide the smile that was forming on her face, taking Charlie’s hand as he led her into a space in the room’s centre. While the crew set up for their scene, cast and producers watched on as the pair got into character.

“You can go your own way!” Y/N sang out, spinning under Charlie’s arm with a grin that scrunched up her nose and made Charlie smile right back, singing the response harmony of the chorus. “You can call it another lonely day!” The pair sang together, Kenny himself starting a clap in time with the music, the whole set soon joining in, cheering the pair on as they got themselves into character.

“Tell me why, everything turned around. Packing up, shacking up is all you wanna do.” Charlie sang scowling at Y/N with his rather adorable grumpy face, and Y/N held a hand out to stop him from coming any closer, playing the part of Grace.

“If I could, baby I’d give you my world. Open up, everything’s waiting for you.” She sang, bouncing a little as she sang, shaking away the last of her nerves as the second chorus came in, the whole room singing along now.

“You can go your own way, go your own way. You call it another lonely day!” As the crew finished setting up the garage for their scene, Charlie grabbed Y/N’s hand as squeezed it tightly.

“We’ve got this, alright?” He reassured, and she nodded, the pair getting into places as the music slowly died down and their fellow castmates and crew members cheered.

“Feeling better?” Kenny asked as the two got into positions, Charlie sat inside the garage as Y/N stood just beyond the doors, being handed a bouquet of flowers by the props manager.

“A lot, yeah.” She smiled, and Kenny gave her shoulder a pat.

“Just go for it, alright? Give it everything, give it electricity, you’ve got this.” His motivational words brought a smirk to Y/N’s face.

“I know I do.” She answered with a nod, Kenny walking back to behind the cameras and taking a seat, Y/N taking a one more moment to focus herself before Kenny yelled ‘action!’.

Grace wasn’t used to feeling guilty about anything, it just wasn’t a part of the life she enjoyed: she wasn’t an inherently bad person, though it could be argued she was a bad influence. As she stood in Julie’s driveway, a bouquet of flowers in hand, she felt like a bad influence. No, worse than that.

She felt like a bad friend.

Julie wouldn’t be in this mess if Grace hadn’t convinced her to go out with her the night before. Of course, she should have known that this time of year, with the uncommon rainfall and milder weather, that the bleachers would have been slippery. Grace should have suggested going somewhere else, shouldn’t have rushed up the steps and forced Julie to follow.

And while flowers weren’t going to help a lot with the twisted ankle, she hoped they’d lift Julie’s spirits a little. The doctors said it wasn’t serious, just a week or so in a pressure sock to stop anymore damage, and Julie had promised her the day before she was fine, but even so. Grace had picked out dahlias, Julie’s favourite, and was hoping to bump into Alex or Reggie or Carlos, leave them with her apology for Julie without much confrontation.

Instead, heading up the driveway and pulling open the garage door, she was welcomed by the sound of an acoustic guitar, and a frown settled on her features. Of course, of all the people it could have been, Luke was the one at home.

“What are you doing here?” He asked quickly, jumping up from the couch and setting down his guitar. Grace sighed, a roll of her eyes causing Luke to scoff.

“You know, I’d punch you if I could ghost boy.” She muttered, setting the flowers down on the coffee table. “I just wanted to leave something for Julie, alright? Don’t get your…” She paused, thinking for a moment. “Do you have underwear? I mean, ghost clothing isn’t exactly my specialty.”

“You’ve got some nerve showing up here after what you did to Julie.” Luke said coldly, arms folded across his chest as they stood at opposite sides of the room. He took a few steps to the side, lifting himself up onto the piano. Luke liked to have the high ground.

“What I did to her? Luke, she fell over. It was an accident!” She exclaimed in response, already riled up just being in the boy’s presence. She wasn’t quite sure why she had been cursed with the ability of being able to see Luke at all times, but she wasn’t going to let her annoyance with the guitarist go unsaid.

“An accident that could’ve killed her!” Luke snapped back. “What if she had hit her head instead of just twisting her ankle? Can you answer me that Miss Influencer?” He asked, and for the first time since the pair had met, Grace didn’t answer him back. Luke scoffed; quite certain he had won. “I don’t know what voodoo you put my friends under to make them like you, but I promise I see right through you. Through the clothes and the Instagram followers. All of it.”

“Do you think I wasn’t scared for her? Huh, Luke?” Grace snapped back. “I was the one there, watching her fall down the bleachers, the one who rushed after her and called her dad. Where were you, exactly?” She asked, a smirk settling on her lips. “You know, Lover Boy, if I remember correctly, you were off moping because I’m a better guitarist.” Her tongue came out to graze her bottom lip as she smiled, walking over to Luke’s electric that sat on a nearby stand.

“First off, you aren’t. It’s quite clear who’s better between the two of us.” Luke fought back, jumping off the table and marching over to pick up his guitar before Grace touched it. “And second, I wouldn’t have left her if you hadn’t been there. Because actually, Grace, it’s you that’s the problem!” He had raised his voice as he walked back across the room, setting his guitar atop the piano. Grace scoffed; he just didn’t want her touching his things.

“Right, because Julie can’t have friends if it’s not you, right?!” She was almost yelling now as well, but it was to be expected of the pair. Every conversation they had had was building to this argument. Every conversation they had shared was just bickering. “Hey Mr Invisible Man, news flash! Your crush is allowed to have relationships outside of you! I realise being dead is probably very boring, but Julie’s alive.”

“I just don’t think my friends should be associating with someone as infuriating as you, Grace!” Luke turned to face her again, all wide eyes and gestures. “I didn’t think I could hate people before I met you! I’ve had my music stolen; I’ve almost been enslaved for eternity; I died! And yet, the person I despise most in this world is you. Congratulations!”

“I take it as a compliment! You know, I’m honestly proud that I’m not friends with a self-centred, arrogant, inconsiderate, overbearing jerk. If anyone is fooling our friends Luke, it’s you.” The words were quick and cold, and Luke found himself marching forward until the pair stood about a foot apart, Grace forced to to look up at him, keeping big her chin high.The words were quick and cold, and Luke moved a few steps closer, and Luke moved a few steps closer, the pair a few feet apart, glaring one another down.

“They aren’t our friends, Grace. My friends are just too nice to leave you hanging.” Luke voice had lowered in volume, but the venom was still there as he took a step closer, then another. “You act all mysterious, but you’re an open book, Grace. You’re a lonely girl with a taste of relevance. That’s it.”

“Like you aren’t the same?” Grace asked, stepping forward so the pair were no more than a foot apart. “Quit pretending you aren’t still the lonely kid who ran away from home in 1995, give up the high and mighty act.” She paused, looking him over with a smirk. For a moment, she forgot he was just air.

“I know who I am.”

“Do you?” Grace asked. “That’s not what I see.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” Luke countered.

“And vice versa, ghost boy.”

“I know you’re manipulative, and cold. I know you’re insufferable to be around.” Luke stated firmly, his voice low and laced with malice.

“Anything else to share?” Grace asked. “Or are you done?”

“This is exactly what I mean.”

“You don’t know me!” Grace answered back. “You don’t know why I’m here or where I came from, or what I came from. You don’t get to tell me who I am or what I do or how I act when you have made zero attempts to check your information. I know you because I ask about you! I can call you an arrogant, self-serving halfwit because I actually have tried to figure out why you hate me so much!” She paused for a second, Luke watching in surprise. He didn’t quite feel bad for Grace, but something was building in him, something foreign he had buried away. “If you knew anything about me, you would know what I’m about to do next.”

“What? Leave?” He guessed, his tone still harsh and hostile, but his answer was incorrect. It was quick, something Luke couldn’t process fast enough; but within a second of his reply being given, Grace had somehow managed to touch him, holding her hands to his neck and pulling him down to her level before pressing her lips against his.

—

Y/N and Charlie both had plenty of experience kissing people, but neither of them had felt like that before.

The moment Y/N’s lips were pressed to Charlie’s, it felt like a thousand butterflies had exploded to life in her stomach, the feeling of his lips on hers making her lightheaded. Charlie’s hands immediately came to Y/N’s waist, pulling her so their bodies were flush and her fingers found their way into the curls at the back of his head.

There was a moment there, as the pair held one another, as they kissed one another, that the rest of the world melted away. One of Charlie’s hands moving from Y/N’s waist to her cheek set the skin on fire, had her heart pounding like it was trying to break out of her chest, had her knees going weak that the only way to stay upright was to pull back, to rejoin reality.

It was only as she looked up at Charlie, still dress like Luke, her peripherals reminding her where she actually was, that a shaky breath left Y/N’s body, and she took a step back. Out of Charlie’s embrace, towards the garage doors she had entered the scene through.

“Make sure Julie gets the flowers… I…” She spoke as Grace, shaking her head in disbelief before exiting out of the garage, leaving Luke, or Charlie, dumbfounded. She couldn’t tell anymore if it was real or acting, the lines had blurred a fair amount.

“And that’s a wrap!” Kenny yelled from behind the cameras, the deafening sound of the cast and crew cheering forcing Y/N to slow her pace, to quickly get accustomed to the noise before joining in. A rather large part of her head was telling her to run and hide, to disappear and never return, to book it for the airport and save herself the embarrassment of her flushed cheeks, of seeing Charlie after what she just felt with his lips on hers.

Her eyes eventually travelled up to see Charlie coming off the set with Kenny in one side of him and Jeremy on the other, Madi and Owen walking over to meet them, the latter waving her over quickly with a grin.

“That was amazing to watch!” Kenny was raving when Y/N arrived over, hands clasped behind her back as the director turned his attention to her. “What did I ask for? Y/N, you nailed it! You both did! The whole place was just electric.” He complimented, Charlie letting out a breezy chuckle as he raised a hand to rub the back of his neck.

“What can I say? You hired some great actors, Kenny.” Charlie felt off saying the words, glancing over at Y/N as he said them, the pair sharing a weak smile. What Charlie had felt while the cameras rolled was definitely not something he faked for the screen. His stomach was still in knots, trying to untangle itself after the way Y/N had kissed him left him speechless.

What exactly was he supposed to do? That information had the ability to ruin the friendship he and Y/N had, he couldn’t risk losing her so permanently. He knew Y/N, if they talked about how he felt kissing her and didn’t feel the same way, Y/N would distance herself from any and all contact, and with them all heading home by the week’s end, it was the last thing Charlie wanted to happen.

“That I did.” Kenny agreed, glancing at his watch. “Right, I’ll let you all go and get out of costume. Wrap Party begins in an hour.” He said with a nod, patting Y/N lightly on the shoulder as he left.

There was a moment of silence between the five of them, an uncommon occurrence, no-one quite sure who should speak first. Instead of speaking, Y/N gave Madi’s arm a squeeze before heading off to the costume department to get out of Grace’s head. Maybe the thoughts of Charlie would clear up once she was back in her own clothes, her own headspace.

The four friends watched her walk off, waiting until she had rounded a corner before Charlie received three pairs of hands punching his arms playfully and shaking him, all their of his on-screen band mates barely able to contain their excitement.

“What, what?” Charlie asked, taking a step back to avoid further battery.

“What?!” Madi exclaimed. “That kiss! Charlie, we all know that wasn’t acting.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone in Vancouver could tell that wasn’t acting.” Jeremy added with a grin, nudging his friend who was slowly getting some colour in his cheeks.

“You guys are all insane.” He said quickly, starting his way over towards makeup, but his friends were hot on his tail, none of them letting this budge. Not again: Charlie and Y/N had gotten away with their flirty behaviour plenty of times before, but this was different.

“You should at least talk to her about it.” Owen said with a grin, hands stuffed in his pockets as they entered the trailer and Charlie sat down, helping himself to makeup wipes and removing the thin layer of foundation on his face. “Charlie, come on… I know that your eyes were closed, but we watched you two kiss. If you’re feeling something, Y/N is feeling it too. There’s no way you both faked that.”

“I’m not ruining my friendship with Y/N over a stage kiss.” Charlie said quickly, pulling off his shirt and switching for his own clothes, looking up as the door opened and Sacha came in with Savannah and Tori, the seven all sharing glances.

“Convinced him to go for it yet?” Tori asked after a moment, and Charlie rolled his eyes, jumping out the chair and walking past his friends. “Oh, come on Charlie! It’s clear you both like each other!”

“Tori’s right!” Madi agreed, first in following Luke out onto the trailer lot. “Why are you so hesitant?” She asked, and Charlie came to a quick stop, spinning on his heel to look at his friends.

“I’m going to go see Y/N. Not because of whatever fantasies you all have in your heads, but because I want to make sure my friend is alright.” Charlie explained, though his words didn’t seem to convince any of them. That was fair, he didn’t convince him. “I’ll see you all at the wrap party, ok?” He clarified, but before he got an answer he made his way into the maze of trailers, taking the precise turns needed to get to Y/N’s trailer.

As he turned onto her row, Charlie found himself slowing to a stop about two trailers away, and taking a nervous gulp. Why, why had it taken so long for him to figure out his feelings? Why was it only once they had kissed that he felt all this emotion surging to the surface? For a moment he wondered if it was just his body reacting to kissing a pretty girl, but he knew that wasn’t the truth. Not in the slightest.

The truth was Charlie wanted nothing more than to feel that ecstasy that came with Y/N’s lips on his all the time, and he quickly formed a do or die plan in his head as his feet started back up, bringing him to the steps up to Grace’s trailer. Her name was pasted with gold sticker on the white door, the tension quickly building in Charlie’s chest.

Do or die.

The polite triple tap on the door hurried Y/N’s getting ready, the girl quickly zipping up her dress before slipping on her shoes for the night and answering the trailer door, the butterflies exploding in her stomach as she found Charlie stood in front of her door.

“Got a second? I was hoping we could talk…” Charlie said quickly, hands shoved in his pockets, a nervous smile on his face that had Y/N thinking the worst. This was about the kiss, it was about how awkward he felt about it, no doubt. She knew her anxiety before it was right, she knew that this would ruin things.

“Of course, come on in.” She said with a little smile moving back onto the trailer and allowing Charlie to make his way inside. As Y/N turned to pick up her phone off the table and place it into her handbag for the party that night, Charlie closed the door behind him with a nervous breath. He watched her for a few moments, smiling at her absentminded humming of the song they had sang together while she packed her things away for the party tonight. He took a step closer, running a hand through his hair and straightening his top up, psyching himself up for what he was about to do. She had changed for the party, and Charlie couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked in the baby blue sundress. “So,” Y/N asked as she started to turn around. “What is it you want to tal-”

Y/N was cut off when Charlie gripped her by the waist and crashed his lips against hers, not that she minded in the slightest. She was quick to kiss back, her hands coming to his neck as his hands pulled her closer until their bodies were flush. Whatever worry Y/N had been having about what their characters’ kiss would do to her and Charlie’s relationship was evaporated by the heat, the passion, the electricity of his lips on hers.

Charlie was hit with relief when Y/N kissed him back, when she pulled him closer, just thankful that she might have felt exactly what he did on set. He was about to pull away, apologise for what he was doing, for intruding and not letting her ask her question, but as he pulled back to take a breath, Y/N caught his bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, and Charlie was gone.

He pulled her close again, this time his tongue entering her mouth and starting a battle for dominance against Y/N. His hands travelled towards her ass, only gaining control of the kiss when he surprised Y/N by picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her dress rode up her thighs, hands moving from his neck to grip the front of his shirt, breaking off the kiss for a moment.

They looked at one another, breathing heavy and pressed to one another, both just trying to comprehend what they had done. Y/N was the first to catch her breath, looking up at Charlie with a blush across her cheeks and blown pupils.

“No-one’s ever kissed me like that…” She whispered out, smiling as a smirk played on Charlie’s lips.

“Same.” He responded, walking over and setting her down on the trailer’s kitchenette counter, a hand coming to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “We’re… We’re idiots, right? For not realising it before?” He asked, and Y/N laughed.

“The amount of time we’ve wasted…” She muttered before pulling him for another kiss.

It quickly became heated again, neither of them quite able to control themselves. It was tongues and teeth and moans, and it wasn’t long before Charlie was leaving a hickey on Y/N’s neck and she was pulling off his shirt, quickly reminded of her friend’s body… God, he was hot.

“How long until the wrap party?” Y/N asked through a moan as Charlie pulled away from her collarbones, marks scattered over the skin Y/N would struggle to hide. He pulled his phone from his pocket, checking the time before setting it on the counter beside her.

“About 10 minutes…” Charlie answered, raising an eyebrow when Y/N bit her lip. “What did you have in mind?” He asked, stepping closer, his hands running up the sides of her thighs as he did, pushing her dress up further until he could catch a glimpse of the pastel pink panties she had chosen to wear that day, causing him to groan a little. He could feel his blood rushing down, his jeans becoming tighter around the groin.

“Well, I mean… We’re two consenting adults…” She trailed off for a second, her hands starting on his belt buckle in an uncharacteristically bold move. Charlie’s head fell back as her hand brushed against his bulge, breathing getting heavier once more. “And I’m on the pill…” She added, pushing Charlie’s jeans down slightly, then his boxers, her hand circling his shaft and beginning to stroke it slowly. She was teasing him, waiting for a response, an innocent look on her face that drove Charlie wild. He quickly pulled her panties off, tossing them to the floor and bringing a hand back to her core.

“So wet… And all just for me.” Charlie smirked as Y/N’s expression changed from feigning innocent to one of pleasure: a whimpering moan passing her lips as her eyes fluttered shut, a reaction to Charlie’s thumb circling her clit. “You know, all you had to do was ask.” He whispered in her ear, more of a growl than anything, quickly lining his cock to her entrance and pushing himself inside.

They shared in a moan, Y/N adjusting to the size of his length inside her for a moment, her walls clenched tight around him. They stayed like that for a moment, both adjusting to the feelings, before Charlie’s thumb started up its lazy circles around Y/N’s clit once more. She gave a nod, and Charlie pulled back, this time sinking himself all the way inside her.

They started slow; Charlie enjoying the view of Y/N whimpering in pleasure as she held onto him, begging for him to go faster. He didn’t comply right away, teasing her further with his length, but when she managed to utter out a ‘please’, the bucking of his hips quickened, Y/N’s whole body soon dissolving in the pleasure.

Neither of them had any experience with heaven, but if it was even half as good as the sex they shared, the afterlife would be amazing. Their bodies just worked together, like they were made for one another, each thrust and moan sending pleasure shooting through their bodies. Charlie set the pace, making sure to watch Y/N’s reactions when he changed angle, quickly finding the thrusts that gave her the most pleasure through lidded eyes, and Y/N would tease him further, her walls hugging his cock just enough to have him slipping out curses mixed with her name. It didn’t take very long for Y/N’s legs to begin trembling, Charlie’s hands spreading her thighs further apart as the knots began forming in her stomach, one of his hands moving to hold the small of her back while the other returned to his spot over her sensitive bud.

“Charlie… Charlie I’m close.” Y/N managed to say through breathy moans as the knots in her abdomen got progressively tighter, Charlie moving slightly to find a better angle, beginning to pound mercilessly into her cunt, a smirk on his lips. Her mouth formed into an ‘o’, her eyes rolling back behind hooded lids dusted with eyeshadow for the party that night, the one they were meant to be arriving at 5 minutes earlier.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He muttered, pressing his lips down on her collarbone as Y/N came undone at his words, the spasms of pleasure bringing forward Charlie’s own release, the smirk quickly fading as he felt his own climax approaching. “Fuck… Y/n, fuck…” Charlie muttered, his thrusts quickly becoming sloppy as he edged on Y/N’s climax, letting out a moan as he shot his load, his head rolling back and his muscles flexing as he filled Y/N, prompting an aftershock to run through the girl, eliciting whimpers from her shuddering frame.

Charlie soon stilled, both of them panting as they came down from their highs, Charlie’s hands on Y/N’s back the only thing keeping her vertical. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead gently before pulling out, letting out a hiss from the over-sensitivity as Y/N giggled through a whine.

“Jesus…” She muttered, taking a moment before slipping off the counter, lifting her panties from the floor as Charlie tucked himself back into his jeans and grabbed his t-shirt, the clothing item having landed on the back of the nearby couch. “I’m… I’m gonna clean up.” She informed him, unable to stop smiling as she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Charlie to smile to himself and fall back on the couch with a beaming grin.

How had any of that actually happened?

He sat back up when Y/N came out of the bathroom, her hair fixed and her dress straightened again, though the blush on her cheeks and nose still remained. Charlie smiled and pulled himself off the couch, walking over to her and quickly pressing his lips to hers. She kissed back, the action shared between them soft and sweet this time around, though it still caused butterflies to erupt in both of their stomachs.

“I was thinking… I know you’ll need to go back home and visit family, obviously… But maybe you could spend a few weeks at my place in LA?” Charlie suggested his thumb rubbing against Y/N’s cheek as they held eye contact. “Meet my parents, maybe?” He added with a nervous chuckle. They had planned for her to meet his mom and dad at some point, and him hers, more for the fact they wanted their parents to know their best friend, but that had obviously changed… Best friends don’t fuck half naked in a trailer on their filming lot.

“I would love that… But you have to come home with me afterwards.” Y/N said with a smile, letting out a sweet laugh as Charlie nodded vigorously, the pair locking lips once more.

That night, when Charlie and Y/N walked into the wrap party with their hands interlocked, there was a relief that sat in the air for the cast and crew. Finally, after a year of betting pools and theories and who only knew what else, it seemed the two had finally stopped being idiots and acted on their feelings. It was confirmed when during a slow song, Charlie pulled Y/N onto the dance floor, the pair sharing a kiss as the music played.

On the side lines, it was Meg, Charlie’s sister, of all people who stood collecting cash from crew members. She had got herself in on the betting pool last time she visited, and had guessed the exact date the pair would finally take their next step.

The question of Charlie and Y/N’s budding relationship should have been a ‘who would’ve thought?’, but, in reality, everyone knew. From Madi to Kenny to literally everyone on the entire planet…

Except for Charlie and Y/N.

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Skz as Boyfriends!

Paring~ SKZ x Reader

Genre~ informative lol

A/N~ yep it was requested! Enjoy 친구 <3

warnings? none. (idk mention of bed related things haha)

SKZ M☁List II Main M☁List

시장……..

✿ Bangchan

We all know this guy and you all have read enough of him I think, to know what imma say. (But for special purposes why not..)

This guy is really really serious about relationships and you are probably the one because he just can’t help loving everything about you.

The fact that he is yours even with all the responsibilities and work he has as a leader and idol is a miracle itself. Therefore consider yourself LUCKY to have the most caring and loving man anyone could have.

Dates- He likes movies hence movie nights and date to the theater are often. If not then he likes taking you to a sports event or the beach cause yeah. ( that vibesssssss you know? )

PDA = 3/10 why?, because as mentioned earlier he is responsible for many important things and he doesn’t want to have any misunderstandings about you and dislikes hate in general. That 30% I gave him was because he would only do PDA if really needed.

In Bed things? Umm not often actually but once in a while yes WHILE he would like it I’m sorry I mean LOVE it..

Con? Yep time! Sorry girl but that time you need, it’s hard for him to fulfill every time.

Cute extra info- Doesn’t mention it but secretly likes when you poke his dimple and say he’s cute.

✿ Minho

There are these majority conceptions, as I said majority but not all cause there are stays who know that he is a sweet guy deep deep down.😉

If you’re his s/o he will give every bit of him to you and expects the same for you. I would categorize him as a boyfriend wo acts like a mom lol. It maybe hard to digest that information but trust me this feeling I have from my gut I can say that he is also very caring. Although he might not say things like I will be there whenever you need me or even I miss you, care for you, but he doesn't need to say this anyway. As action speak more than words our Minho is the same.

Dates- He likes to balance it between what you like and what he likes as well. If you are a new couple he straight up asks what you prefer. Plus point he likes to take you to cat café if you like cats too.

PDA = 0.5/10 why? honestly speaking this guy literally hates to express his feelings. That .5 is literally him agreeing that he is yours and that's it. (when someone asks that is)

In Bed things? I personally think it depends on his mood and not yours. Yup. Somedays he wants you a lot and somedays he likes his space. I'm not saying he hates cuddling but more than that on days he is either tired or stressed he likes to keep that little limit to what happens next.

Con? Attention... you would literally take his cats away from him to get his attention.

Cute extra info- likes it when you call him and yourself Appa and Eomma to his cats.

✿ Changbin

Changbin being the puff/ strong guy(sorry that sounded disturbed lol) We all know how babied he likes to be.

Him as a boyfriend is just very natural, I mean from the way he takes you on a fancy date to even putting nail polish on your left hands. Everything is very genuine and he loves it. The Boyfriend to always apologize first.

I find him as someone to take attraction and the next step which is relationship very seriously. ( the person to be very calculative, it can beat Chan honestly..)Knowing that he is afraid to hurt people in any kind of way, to hurt you even as an accident breaks his heart.

Dates- Our Dwaekki loves taking you on dates with loads of food or snacks. A typical Korean restaurant or even food stalls, he loves seeing you eat than to be broken when you might have some kind of sickness due to eating problems.

PDA = 5/10 why? Because he likes your opinion. He is okay with either if you insist on a particular one but slightly leans on less public knowing. Holding hands and probably hugging you wouldn't be a huge problem for him.

In Bed things? he loves it anytime honestly... if he is horney he is getting what he wants and when you are same goes to you.. you'll get what you want..

Cons? Too much aegyo which makes you do things you don’t necessarily want to. (Stay blessed)

Cute extra info- Praise him! (x100) loves it when you say things like " my boyfriend is so strong.." or even " those arms mmm..."

✿ Hyunjin

I mean do I need to say how into he is with this??? Damn this man is the most prepared man a girl could have. The type to know everything about relationships... from trending couple fashion to even special not important but cute couple events..( that he probably found randomly scrolling through google)

He knows your anniversary, birthday, your moms birthday, dads and basically your whole family knows him too. He also keeps track of your monthly cycle too cause he likes being responsible for you..

He is the type to get jealous very easily BUT wont admit it when you ask. Likes to braid your hair while learning from YouTube.. Likes to buy you so many colorful cute hair accessories. (loves your hair..)

Dates- we all know this guy is fancy so he likes fancy dates but he can also be the complete opposite.. Fancy~ maybe to a art restaurant or even on a fancy boat cause why not.. Normally though~ likes to take you to an art museum or at night to take you on the roof for star gazing..

PDA = 2/10 why? I've probably given hints on my fictions with Hyunjin about this in particular. He prefers keeping this in private and that 20% is with his members (barely)

In Bed things? This guy couldn’t be more romantic lol. Loves being prepared for this buys every thing you both need… and yeah loves it.

Cons? He buys Kammi more hair clips than you sorry….

Cute extra info- likes when you get mad when he cut his hair lol. I apologize to all the stays I know he is cute every time but that long hair just hits different….

✿ Jisung

The craziest boyfriend you could have and will only have. You would low key love your relationship with this man I’m telling ya…

You two would have so much fun like toddlers. He is honestly the cutest, funniest, talented etc.. man you get all in one.. ahaha..

Likes to buy you the most stupid things that actually works for a daily living..( that thing he bought to watch on his phone while laying down 😵)

likes to joke around and talk to you a lot.. gurll listen to him he loves it. He likes to value your problems as well so listens to you too.

Dates- likes to watch anime so you two usually have this anime night cuddle sessions but if he were to plan something outside he would prefer to take you to the amusement part lol.

PDA = 8/10 why? honestly he likes showing you off cause he is fond of you. Basically doesn't care what others think... his parents know you, members, friends outside the group, and stays know you exist lol.. 20% i kept for a reason because he doesn't like it when things get out of handle so he wont do anything to the extent..

In bed things? yes he likes it but that turns up into a tickle fight or even a complete cringe but cute moment..

Cons? He might be very sensitive leading to him being upset and you having to apologize...

Cute extra info- loves it when you kiss his cheeks or just play with them in general..

✿ Felix

I had to bring this up at some point lol.. stays probably know the video where he says his clothes are boyfriend material lol...and yes i agree hands down!

A boyfriend material in his own way ahaha.. i mean we all know he loves to be cared for and loved. That Bangchan! spoiled little youngbok.. i personally feel or think two ways. Either he likes being cared for by you or he takes care for you since now he gets to be the older one..

Felix likes speaking in English so if you know English he would speak both languages as well. Likes to give you blowjobs cause he fell in love with you lol..

Dates- Shopping malls, window shopping, UNO on a picnic lol all these are his favs and so are yours .. Personally speaking he likes to take you to places where he can take lots of pictures of you..

PDA = 4/10 why? I don't know haha yup its just a feeling where I'm in between of two opposite thoughts.. I fell like he shows you to his members and family but not more than that.. (Olivia is most likely to love you)

In bed things? Likes being pampered and loves it when you lead.. happens pretty often actually..

Cons? yes! he like being touchy and so do you but he does it too much which beats ya.. and jealous really easily! and he lets you know that..

cute extra info- compliment him on his freckles and he will blush literally a tomato 🍅..

✿ Seungmin

Sweet really sweet.. he is the typical Korean boyfriend you'll get haha even better than that.

He just likes to talk to you or even look at you all day and keep that puppy smile on him.. The type to sing you a song to sleep or whenever you ask him to. likes to hear you sing too.. attempts to make you laugh but ends up, giving up.

He likes kissing your eyes when they are closed.. or when you just fell asleep after the song likes to give your eyes quick pecks..

Dates- He likes walks and that's why you go on evening walks and return when it's dark.. likes holding your hands. He likes grocery shopping with you, takes you to the rooftop to talk about life and its shitty problems.. Basically effortless things that make your relationship happy for what it is.

PDA = 1/10 why? I mean do I need to tell you this? he is like Minho but just a little bit more obvious.. Prefers to express his love when you two are alone..(that's it)

In bed things? umm yes but no.. i mean he gives in to your begs but I feel like Seungmin is just too into cute cuddling and these things are only when he is very desperate ..

Cons? not much but maybe ignoring you when you ask if he can buy you ice Cream for the fifty-sixth time..(but gives in anyway)

Cute extra info- He likes when he sees you in his clothes.. but doesn't say it and acts like he doesn't..

✿ Jeongin

Baby, baby, Baby..... he is our baby boyyyy but his savage ass towards his Hyungs just breaks it all hahaha…

Jk he is actually really cute, caring, sweet and likes to be protective. It may not suit him but yes he likes scolding people if done wrong to you..

You might be older or younger honestly he doesn’t care.. he is very respectful to you either way. He loves you and is very shy too which you find cute.

Dates- Asks you for your opinion or his Hyungs. He still is very inexperienced so he doesn’t know but sometimes likes it when you two spend time on the swings of some random park with fruit juice 🧃..

PDA = 0/10 why? Cause no no no no not even to his members haha he is just too shy and likes to keep his relationship in its own boundaries.

In bed things? Nope please! I’m sorry stays but I just can’t with Jeongin… (no further details he is just so precious to me)

Cons? He understands very late.. like you trying to say you want to cuddle, kiss etc.. without words he won’t get it. Just fucking be straight forward with our baby.

Cute extra info- honestly everything is cute about him so I can’t fit it here sorry… stays use your imagination here…

끝…

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