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mysunshinetemptress · 2 months

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2007

Leah Williamson x brothers best friend!reader

Warnings: thought I better post something so here’s part 2 of 2005, slow burn to shit

You huffed taking a breath after passing the ball up the pitch to find Jacobs feet letting out a smile as you sprinted towards the boy ready to congratulate him on the goal "what a goal Jacob." Jacob grabbed you squeezing you tightly "that long ball assist Y/n I swear you have gotten so good." The pair smiled at each other before hearing Amanda and Natalie screaming at them to get back to their positions as their opponents took tip to restart.

Leah couldn’t help but laughed at the six year old holding her medal looking at it like she had won the World Cup "happy with it then." You looked up at the now ten year old "I know it doesn't compare to any of your Arsenal medals Lee but this is my first one." Leah smiled grabbing the medal to look at it "nah this medal is better then any of my ones trust me." You couldn't help but smile happily as you grabbed the older girls hand walking to the car. "Hey don't leave me behind." The pair turned to Jacob as he ran up holding his golden boot trophy under his arm "Leah, Y/n guess what Dad told me there's trials at Tottenham and that I could go he signed me up already." Leah smiled at her younger brother "that's great buddy you will do amazing, but Y/n." You looked up at Leah "what do we think of Tottenham." You looked around quickly for any parents that might scold you before whispering to Leah "shit." Leah laughed before continuing on "and what do we think of shit." You couldn’t help but smile at Jacob as he pretend to be annoyed "Tottenham." Leah laughed swinging her hand that was holding Y/n’s "that's my girl." Jacob let out a laugh "no it's no she's my best friend." Leah smiled tugging you towards her "oh yeah bet you can't take her away from me." The pair gotten into a friendly fight of pulling and pushing you between each other as you laughed.

Jacob had been gone all day at the Tottenham trial as you sat in the front garden waiting for any sign of him. Amanda looked out her window watching the younger girl smiling softly before going out to you "hi missus what are you doing sat out here." You looked up smiling softly at the older woman "waiting for Jacob so we can play." Amanda looked at you confused"oh honey he won't be home till Sunday night did he not tell you his dad and him are going to the match tomorrow after his trials today." You sighed standing up dusting yourself off letting out a quite oh in disappointment, Amanda's eyes softened as she looked at the girl "I'll tell you what is your Mum home." You nodded "right then let's head inside while I talk to her for a second." You sat in between Charlie and Melia tapping your leg against the couch as you anxiously waited to see what the older women were talking about, “Y/n stop moving your leg it’s so annoying” Melia snarled as she let out a huff you apologised quietly stopping your movements before your mum called for you "Hey Pumpkin could you come here for a second." You raced off the couch happy to get away from your sisters and into the kitchen. "I was just talking to your Mum and Leah and I have a spare ticket to the Arsenal women's match in Meadow park tomorrow as well why don't you come with me to Leah's training for Arsenal you can see what it's like tonight and your Mum has said if I think your good you can have a sleepover yeah." Your eyes lit up like you had just been told you was getting a puppy "can I really that would be so cool." Amanda smiled at the young girl "go get your clothes and head over to me when your ready then we will go get leah alright." You didn't need to be told twice as you raced up the stairs.

You stood on the sidelines watching the older girls go through their drills as Amanda stood beside her "you ok Y/n." You didn't take your eyes off the scene in front of you but nodded letting out a soft hum. The girls had broken into pair's practicing their passing when Leah looked around realising they where a player down "Lucy pair off with Casey I'll get a new partner." Leah walked over towards her Mum and the younger girl "everything alright Bubs." Leah smiled nodding at her mum "all good we are just a player short Y/n want to pass with me." Your eyes sparkled nodding your head before grabbing her hand as the older girl led you over before grabbing the ball "right stand here and we are doing long passes y/n just like in the back garden yeah." You nodded getting ready to receive the ball "and don't worry if yours goes the wrong way alright” Amanda couldn't help the smile that took over her face as she watched the pair pass back and forth you concentrating extra hard trying to make sure you could connect it to Leah as best as possible. "That was perfect y/n now this one is chipping it yeah” you nodded again getting ready to receive the ball. Leah's teammates watched on amazed as the six year old connected some of the balls to Leah as well as received it on a first touch no problem.

You was passed out in the back of the car on the drive home as the trio made their way back both Leah and Amanda keeping an eye on the younger girl making sure she was comfortable "I think you have a teammate in a few years Bubba." Leah smiled watching you sleep.

You woke up excitement coursing through her with the realisation that they would be going to an Arsenal match today. Leah groaned at the sound of her door opening "Lee it's match day." Leah let out a huff "I know but shhh it's not time to get up yet y/n go back to sleep." You sighed before looking at Leah “can I stay in here.” Leah sighed pulling open her duvet “come on.” You smiled running over to her and snuggling into Leah's chest closing your eyes as Leah welcomed it knowing she would get a lie in.

The pair had been screaming the minute Arsenal where lead out by Kelly Smith all the way to the final whistle when Leah had grabbed your hand pulling her in front of her as the players began their lap "stand here they might come over then mum can take a picture yeah." You nodded watching excitedly as Alex Scott came over "hi there what's your name "Y/n oh my god your Alex Scott you’re my favourite." Alex smiled looking at Leah "who's this then "you smiled at the older girl "this is my second best friend Leah she's a massive Arsenal fan." Alex laughed at Leah's offended face at the second place she had just been awarded "shall we take a photo and sign something." You nodded turning to smile at the camera Amanda was holding beside Leah grabbing her hand as a comfort before turning back to Alex "I don't have anything for you to sign but Leah has her jersey." Alex smiled signing Leah's jersey before looking around "I'll tell you what have mine I'll sign it." You nodded you head enthusiastically muttering out a thank you before Alex began taking off her jersey. Leah couldn't help but laugh as she watched the likes of Kelly Smith and Rachel Yankey make there way over offering to sign the jersey and Isla refusing but taking a photo instead stating it was an Alex Scott jersey and she was the only signature allowed (something that both you and Alex would laugh about shortly after becoming friends)

The excitement of the Arsenal match lingered in the air as you and Leah made your way back home. "That was amazing, Lee!" you exclaimed, your eyes still sparkling from meeting some of the players. Leah grinned, her excitement matching yours. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Y/n. Maybe one day, you'll be out there playing with them." The thought made your heart race with excitement. "I'd love that, Lee! I'll train hard, just like you do." Leah tousled your hair affectionately. "I have no doubt about that, Y/n. You're a natural."

As the days passed, you found yourself spending more and more time on the pitch, honing your skills and soaking in every bit of advice Leah offered. You were determined to improve, fueled by your passion for the game and the dream of one day playing for Arsenal (or Man United) just like Leah.

At Leah's next training session, you were invited to join in a mini-match with some of the younger players. Your heart pounded with excitement as you stepped onto the field, wearing a borrowed Arsenal jersey that was a bit too big for you. But none of that mattered as you chased after the ball, dribbling past defenders with a skill that surprised even yourself.

Leah watched proudly from the sidelines, cheering you on with Amanda by her side. As the final whistle blew, you collapsed onto the grass, exhausted but exhilarated. "You were amazing out there, Y/n!" Leah exclaimed, rushing over to give you a high-five. You grinned up at her, feeling a sense of accomplishment like never before.

That night, as you lay in bed replaying the day's events in your mind, you couldn't shake the feeling of pure joy that filled your heart. Whether it was scoring goals on the pitch or simply spending time with Leah.

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gunnerfc · 3 months

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Baby Fever | Steph Catley x Matildas!Reader

Summary: having young children around during camp has you and your wife thinking about the future

Warnings: just fluff!! Which is the complete opposite of my last steph fic LMAO

WC: 1.3K - a tad short but wanted to have something posted this week!

AN: two steph fics back to back…. Just love her very much i fear 🤧

Being in camp with some of your closest friends and your wife was always a fun experience. You were thrilled to be back in camp, playing the sport you loved with the people you loved. However, recently there has been a specific thought in the back of your head about you and Steph expanding your family. It didn’t help that two of your teammates had adorable kids that usually came to camp with them.

Here you were, sitting with some of your teammates after a long day of training watching Kyra and Charli playing with Harper. The small girl’s giggles filled the room as she tried to escape Kyra’s grasp. You watched from your spot on a couch with a fond smile on your face at their interactions.

“You and Steffy are next then yeah,” Caitlin’s voice pulled you from your thoughts about what it would be like seeing Steph play with your kids.

You turned to face the forward, offering a light shrug in response before mumbling a “maybe.” You and Steph have talked about kids before you were engaged and it was something you both wanted, you just weren’t sure when. With it being an Olympic year, you knew it wouldn’t be any time soon and that was fine and you knew this was a conversation that needed to be revisited.

The next few days before the game, it seemed that no matter where you went, you saw parents with their young kids having the best time. It was like the universe was trying to make your baby fever worse than it already was. You had decided to bring it up to Steph the next time you two got a moment to yourselves, which with the hectic pre-game schedule wasn’t until you were sat next to her in the locker room after warm-ups.

“My love,” you started as you leaned closer to her. “I think we should have a baby,” your voice was low enough for only Steph to hear but with the loud chatter and music filling the room, you could have spoken normally and no one would have heard you.

Steph, who is in the process of retying her boot, jerked her head up and almost hit you. Her eyes were wide at your words but before she could form a response, Tony was ushering the team into a huddle for a quick speech before walkouts.

Was telling Steph you wanted to have kids right before a match your brightest idea? No. but if you didn’t say anything soon then you were going to go crazy. Your words stuck with the defender throughout the match and she tried her hardest to shake them, needing to focus on the game.

Steph wanted kids with you as well, and she’d be lying if seeing how much the team loved Harper and Harley didn’t make her want kids more. She just was not expecting you to say that right before you walked out onto the pitch for a game. The Matildas came away with a three-to-one win over New Zealand and as the final whistle blew, you were jumping in her arms, celebrating your goal that she assisted.

“I’m so proud of you, pretty girl,” Steph swooned, her arms tightening around your waist.

Your arms tightened around her neck as your face flushed at the pet name. It didn’t matter that the two of you had been together for years and were married, every time Steph called you a cute pet name, you felt the same as you did when you first started dating.

“Couldn’t have done without you, baby,” you whispered in her ear as you pulled back slightly, your eyes locking with hers. Normally, you would have been hesitant about bold PDA moves but in that moment you didnt care as you pulled your wife into a kiss.

Over the loud cheers from the crowd, you could hear Kyra and Charli mocking you and Steph and the teasing comments from Caitlin and Hayley to “get a room.” You giggled into the kiss before pulling away and subtly flipping off your teammates.

You heard your name being called by a staff member to come do a quick post-match interview and you groaned into Steph’s shoulder, you didn’t want to let go of her.

“Go, we’ll talk back at the hotel,” the defender smiled as she lightly pushed in the direction of the staff member. You took a deep breath at her words, knowing she was referencing what you said before the game.

You weren’t expecting anything bad but you were nervous about the big step you and Steph would be making soon. The interview went by quickly and you were once again in the locker room, this time freshly showered and in comfortable clothes. Steph had waited for you to take a shower and change before you two joined your teammates on the bus.

The ride back to the hotel was quieter than normal, everyone feeling the effects of long training sessions mixed having played over ninety minutes. Your head was resting on Steph’s shoulder as your eyes fluttered closed from exhaustion. “Sleep. I’ll wake you when we get there, pretty girl,” Steph whispered as she gave you a small kiss on the top of your head.

A few minutes later, the defender was lightly shaking you awake, whispering that you were at the hotel. You blinked a few times to wake yourself up before light stretching your arms as you waited for your teammates in front of you to move down the aisle. Taking Steph’s hand you exited the bus and made your way through the lobby. Before you could reach the elevator, Steph pulled you towards the hotel's indoor pool, she figured it would be a relaxing way to talk since you weren’t roommates this camp.

As you two reached the entrance, a family exited the pool room laughing. You were sure the universe was just teasing you now. The indoor pool was empty after the family left, which made things a bit more peaceful for you and Steph. The two of sat on the edge of the pool with your feet in the cool water.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying just being in your wife’s presence. Steph was in an intense staring contest with the reflections in the water, her mind racing with similar thoughts to yours.

“I know we’ve talked about kids,” you started, breaking the silence. Steph turned her head in your direction, giving you her full attention. “But, seeing the team, and you, with Harper and Harley this camp has me thinking about us, and when we will be parents. And, it's like the universe is trying to tell me something because every time we leave this hotel, all I can notice are families having the best time and I want that,” you rushed out, taking a deep breath when you were finished.

Steph watched as you rambled with a small smile on her face, she was over the moon at the thought of starting a family with you. “Obviously, I know it can't happen now, we have the Olympics and the rest of the season to focus on but after, maybe we could start then,” you offered when Steph hadn’t said anything.

“I want nothing more than for us to have a family. I couldn’t tell you the number of times I've watched you with kids, picturing you with our kids,” the defender mumbled as she thought about it again.

“After we win the gold medal and the league, we’ll start then,” Steph confirmed your earlier statement with a promising tone. Your face lit up at her words as you scooted closer to pull her into a deep kiss.

You pulled apart when air became an issue and leaned back with a content sigh. “I know you’ll be great with kids, my love,” you said before a teasing smirk that Steph knew meant you were going to say something unserious. “Plus, you’ll also be a milf!” you smirked, watching Steph roll her eyes at your words.

You two had some time to figure out everything about expanding your family, but for now, you were going to live through your teammates who brought their kids to camp, knowing soon you and Steph would have your own kids to love and adore.

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eshayteaparty · 3 months

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Cats, claws and cards

~Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

~Warning(s): swearing

~Ship(s): Husk x Angeldust

~Word count: 1,606

~Starring gn, young!reader

~In which you are bored in the hotel, with no other sinners your age really around, and luckily for you, Husk has a few tricks ready for the stage- or in this case, the lobby. A magnificent display, starring his famous, multi-armed assistant!

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You’d think being in hell would be a little more interesting, with all the constant and r-rated activity going on, but as you had appeared down here as a younger child and had just happened to run into the princess of hell herself looking around, you are being confined for your safety to these child-proofed walls- much to your dismay.

Charlie didn’t always have time to play with you, no matter how much she wanted to. It was easy to fall victim to your juvenile charms. But today, you are left alone to…what? Think over your choices in life? That wasn’t how you worked.

You sit up at the bar, struggling to get up onto the high stool at first, and peek over the countertop at the grouchy, crusty old cat opposite you, cleaning glasses. Husker. The two of you rarely interacted, because of course Charlie wouldn’t let a child near the bar…but Charlie wasn’t here today.

You thought you ought to at least show manners.

“Mister kitty?” you had heard the fuzzy white bombshell of a resident, Angeldust, call him that before, and you had assumed it was out of respect, though you realized how sorely you were mistaken when he turned to face you with his ears back against his head and a scowl on his face.

He sighs. “Yeah, kid?” he isn’t going to tell you off as he would Angel, obviously. Who would do that to a kid?

…him, in most cases. But you were different. You hadn’t annoyed him too much so far, as your age led you to be shy around the others. Quiet was a good trait in his books.

“Can we play something?”

His eyebrows furrow. “Play- you wanna play? With me? I ain’t got time for games, kiddo.” he turns back around, his eyes on the bitter-smelling dishes. “Ask the princess, er' somethin’.”

“But spidey told me you could do card tricks.”

Husker’s ears twitch, and he glances at you in his peripheral, his expression wary. “...Legs told you I-” he shakes his head. “No. no, I…I’m guessing you mean magic, don’t you? I ain’t got tricks. You shouldn’t be sittin’ up here, y/n. Someone’ll think I'm serving you.”

You stretch your arms out on the countertop, whining as your hair flops over your eyes. “I’m borrrreeeed.”

He sighs. If anyone, you remind him most of Angel. He situates the damp towel he was using to clean over his shoulder, turning to face you as his ears twitch. He starts to smile, his eyes half-lidded.

“Bored, huh?” His tone is one that says he’s teasing you. “Really, really bored?”

You nod, spreading your fingers. “Yessss.”

Husker sighs, thinking this over. He could either go on with getting the dishes clean, and have you sit there until you inevitably got sad from being ignored and went away.

Or…he could indulge in your suggestion. He could use some practice, after all. It'd been a while since he’d put on a show. And who were you to judge? You were a child. It would be easy to make you laugh. Win-win.

He comes around the bar to stand beside you on your chair, then takes a hold of you under your arms, lifting you down from the stool like a doll. “Then let’s go, kid. Cmon. I've got some free time.”

You giggle, and follow him towards the lounge in the lobby, where he had thought there’d be some free space…key word being thought.

“Pussy cat!~” Angel cheers, swinging his long legs over the edge of the couch. Husker sighs loudly. Not him, anyone but him.

You wave shyly at the spider demon, making him snicker. He had grown to be quite fond of you as well, despite your opposite personalities. That was what attracted, he guessed. “And company! What, is this another bootleg Disney movie night?” he reaches out to scruff up your hair gently. “Don’t tell me it’s Descendants again, y/n, baby.”

You giggle softly, shaking your head, and sit down beside him as he makes room for you on the couch. Husk pads over to the centre of the room, cracking his back and shoulders with a sigh. Angel dust’s many eyes widen with glee, and he sits up straighter, drawing his knees up to his chest. “No fucking way.”

“Language, Legs.” Husk grins fondly. “We’ve got a kid in the audience.” both you and Angeldust squeal.

“Alright, so…” the cat rubs his paws together, and cards appear in his hands, just like that. Your heart starts to beat a little faster out of excitement, and you squeal again, clutching one of Angeldust’s lower hands. Husk grumbles. “Welcome to the show, uh…you two.” Angel cups his upper hands to his mouth. “Address us properly!!”

“Lady and Gentleman.” you start to giggle all over again. Husk shuffles his deck of cards, sniffing.

“I'm gonna need an assistant.” he says dryly, and his lemon eyes flit between the two of you. Angeldust starts to furiously jump up and down on the couch, kicking his feet on the floor.

“Me! Me me me me me!!” he shrieks, making Husk’s ears flatten down and you fall into helpless peals of laughter. The bartender sighs, and signals Angel up to the ‘stage’ with his claw.

He holds out his shuffled cards up to Angeldust, forcing back a smile. “Please, good sir, pick a card. Any card.” Angel starts to laugh, and pretends to mull over the decision for a long time, watching in the corner of his eye for a positive reaction from you- which he got. It delighted the two of them to see you smile, as you’re usually so withdrawn. With this, they decide to keep it up.

Angel scratches his head, and Husk grits his teeth in an ingenuine beam. “Any day now, good sir!” more laughter explodes from your mouth, childish, bubbly giggles echoing around the hotel’s lobby. Angel laughs, wiggling his fingers over the cards and bending down a little to be closer to Husk’s height.

“I’ll take this one!” he says cheerfully, pressing it to his fluffy chest. Husker grins, raising his eyebrows.

“Good, good. Keep hiding it, alright? Don’t let anybody see it.”

As he says this, he notices Angel dust sneaking you a peek, and he covers your eyes with his paw. “I said nobody could see it! No looking, kiddo!”

You huff, but settle back into the couch, folding your arms as the show goes on. Both Angel and Husk start to smile at each other.

“Alright, mister dust.” Husk begins, his voice gravelly and mysterious. He closes in his patterned wings, making you coo in intrigue. “Tell me…was this….your card?”

He opens up his wings again, and reveals hundreds of replicas of Angel’s card stuck to the insides of them. You and Angel gasp, and you clap your hands together in praise, giggling in awe. Angel nods with vigour.

“It was my card!” angel hollers, and flashes you his card- the two of hearts. He turns back to Husk, and embraces him, spinning him around. “My king!! How did you know!?”

Husk isn’t exactly a fan of the action, but as he sees your wide, happy smile, he flutters his wings, letting the cards fly everywhere. “I couldn’t tell you, sir. A magician never reveals his secrets.”

You catch hold of a few of the cards, cradling them in your arms. You get up from the couch to show the both of them, and they clap for you, too. You jump up and down frantically beside Husk. “That was so so cool!! You told me you couldn’t do magic!!”

“That…uhh…” Husk scratches the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. He gently rubs your hair. “That was…that was a trick too, kiddo. A magic trick.”

You think it must be over now, but suddenly, Husk’s pupils dilate. He stares past you, making you tilt your head. “What’s wrong?”

“You’ve…” he bites back a grin, flexing his claws. “You’ve got somethin’...” Angel starts to catch on, and laughs, lifting his fingers towards your jaw.

“You’ve got a lil somethin’ right there, y/n…” he says softly, his accent sticking out as he lowers his tone. Your eyes flicker with concern, and you back up, getting scared.

“W-what? What is it?”

Husker smiles at you as Angel coaxes you back towards him, still giggling. “Hold on, I can pick it out. Stay still~”

Angel reaches behind your ear, producing a shiny gold coin from thin air. You shriek in amazement, and they’re sent into helpless laughter witnessing your reaction.

“You’re makin’ bank and didn’t even notice, kiddo.” Husk says, and takes the coin from Angel, putting it gently in your hand, making your smile even wider “Keep that one. An’ keep the cards, too. I don’t wanna clean them up. Make a….I dunno. A tower, or somethin’.

You nod, biting your lip so you don’t overreact again. “That’s so cool!! You can both do magic, that’s awesome!” Angel reaches out one of his lower hands to Husk as you rant, and Husk takes it, squeezing it in triumph. His heart seems to beat a little easier when Angeldust is around, no matter what’s going on.

Angeldust then scoops you up into his arms, and you squeal, laughing. He spins you around. “What’s next, lil darlin’? Hm? You’ve gotta pick the next game too, yaknow~”

As you look between the two of them, up and down, you squeal, waving your hands around. “I got it, I got it!!”

They both look expectantly over at you.

“Dress up! And mister Alastor can play!!”

((will be a part two))

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So cute hehehe thank u for reading pookies

More coming soon!

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highonakuweeds · 1 month

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Mama's Boy (Alastor and motherly!reader)

(A/N: I would just like to add before this that mother deers like to clean their young to remove their scent from predators. And that Alastor is severely ooc here, no matter what I do)

POV: Reader is an overlord whose main schtick is mothering every. Single. Demon. In their path.

Your eyes scanned the outside of this Hazbin Hotel that some of the sinners were making fun of down on the street. “Redemption, my ass. I’d rather die a second time,” one of them remarked.

So, you helped them with their wish. They should be more careful about what they say, and you made sure to give them sufficient punishment.

How you reveled in their screams.

With a smile, you knocked on the door, politely waiting for someone to open it. They were muffled, but you could hear some shuffling and excited voices, squealing and giggling like a high school girl.

A woman with long blonde hair and a red suit practically swung the door open, the grin on her face twice as wide as yours. “Hi! I’m Charlie Morningstar; welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” You admired her eagerness and her energy, stepping into the threshold calmly. “(Name), darling. Pleasure to meet the owner of the hotel.” You put your hand out for her to shake, in which she accepted with a flustered smile.

“Oh, thank you!”

You nodded at Charlie courteously before glancing around the interior; it could use some work, but it felt homey enough, nothing you couldn’t enhance.

You turned to Charlie, allowing yourself to speak before her. “Now, before you say anything, I’m not here to be a resident.” You noticed the way her face slightly fell, so you quickly added, “I’m here to assist you, sweetheart; don’t worry. I have…” You let out a deep breath. “Faith in your cause.”

At that, she beamed. “YES! Thank you so much! Who knows, maybe you could get redeemed, too!”

You laughed at her words. “I think it would take more than just a simple helping hand to redeem me, but if that’s what you believe, then who am I to defy? You are the princess of Hell, after all.”

“Yes, thank you!” Someone with long gray hair and an “x” over their eye exclaimed, residing beside Charlie. “This is what I was talking about, Charlie; people don’t take your authority seriously!”

“Ooh, but it’s feels so mean to–”

The both of them realized that they left you hanging, and quickly shot you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. This is Vaggie, my girlfriend!” Charlie introduced, and you, in turn, shook Vaggie’s hand. You were surprised and quite pleased at how firm and secure she gripped your hand; it wasn’t new to you but it did feel good to know that there were people in Hell that could do such a thing.

“Hello, Vaggie. It’s nice knowing you.” You acknowledged before looking at the other sinners scattered around the first floor. “Would you mind introducing me to the others? I mean, if I’m to help here, I should know them, right?”

Charlie winced slightly at her forgetfulness and nodded. “Yes, of course, of course! This is Husk, our bartender,” she led you to the bar (which you were pleasantly shocked about; you didn’t realize that alcohol was allowed in being redeemed, but you assumed it was for celebrations) where a cat demon stayed behind the counter, cheap booze in his grip. He nodded at you respectfully, a gruff look seemingly plastered on his face.

Good God, he looked absolutely messy.

You couldn’t help yourself when you licked your thumb and pressed it against his fur. You tutted, shaking your head. “Take care of yourself, good sir! Looking good is one of the main aspects of self-sustenance.”

Husk hissed at you initially, though almost immediately, his tense body relaxed, slightly giving into your grooming. He noticed what you were doing just as quickly, though, and jumped out of your touch, a scowl on his face. “What the fuck was that!?”

“You had dirt on your face, sweetie; what was I supposed to do? Let it stay there?” You reasoned before sighing. You turned to Charlie, your voice coated in sincerity. “I apologize for interrupting you. Please, continue.”

She grinned at what you did to Husk before leading you to the parlor, where a lanky spider demon draped himself across the couch. “This is Angeldust, one of our residents!”

“Your only resident.” He corrected, sitting up properly (if you count the fact that his legs were on top of one of the armrests as “sitting up properly”, that is).

You raised your eyebrows; this hotel continued to surprise you more. “Yes, I know you. You’re quite famous where I reside.” A small smile graced your lips to assure the porn star that you didn’t mean it in a degrading way.

“Woa-hoh, didn’t expect you to live somewhere where I’m famous but,” he shrugged, a small scoff escaping him. “Where am I not?”

At that you laughed, closed fingers covering your mouth. “I like your poise, Angel, dear. Please keep it up; you would’ve made your mother proud.”

He snorted at your words. “What, by being a porn actor?”

You shook your head. “By believing in yourself.”

It sounded corny, Angeldust knew that, but somehow it gave him a pang in his heart. He laughed, his grin turning genuine. “Thanks, toots.”

Charlie’s smile was practically blinding you as she attempted to contain her excitement. Though by the way she was holding back her jumping, she was failing. “You’re going to help so many people! Gah, you’re going to fit right in.”

You cupped your cheek in a slight flush, lips curled up bashfully. “Why thank you, dear Princess; such a charmer.”

Suddenly, a shadow traveled from across the room, and behind Charlie materialized a deer demon. She noticed his presence and turned to look at him. “This is Alastor!” She stepped back so that Alastor could shake your hand, and you were quite pleased by how he initiated it. “Our facility manager.”

“Pleasure to be meeting you, my dear, quite a pleasure! May I know your name?” He grinned (as if he wasn’t before), resting his hands on top of his microphone. You bowed your head courteously. “I’m (Name), darling.”

You glanced at his hair and sighed. “Your hair is going to irritate your face, Alastor.” You walked towards him until you two were close enough for your to touch his bangs, and the other two sinners you were with held their breath at it.

He tensed, sure, but as you swept his hair away from his eyes as much as you could, he let out a small chuckle. “You’re just like my mother, my dear.”

You quietly laughed at that. “Well, I do tend to exude a motherly attitude, according to some people. Hold still.” You did the same thing to Alastor as you did to Husk, licking your thumb and wiping his cheek. There wasn’t anything on it, but you felt the urge to do so.

Alastor’s smile softened, his brows knitting at your actions. “Do you do this with everyone?”

“More or less.” You placed your hands on your hips and nodded at yourself, proud of your own work. You clasped your hands, smiling as you glanced around again. “Well, I can’t wait to be a part of your team, Your Royal Highness!”

She blushed at your words, giggling slightly. “Please, just call me Charlie!”

“Whatever the princess says.”

It had been around 3 months since your unannounced and unsolicited aid, and so far everyone had been enjoying your presence. You would constantly cook for the hotel members alongside Niffty, that cute little thing that apparently cleans the hotel. You admired her ability to be able to take care of the majority of the house work, but you wondered how much she could actually take. Why not help her lessen the load?

You were also there whenever anybody needed some motherly advice, or a brutally honest opinion structured in constructive criticism. Charlie went to you the most about that matter, asking you what “exercises” the hotel staff + Angel should do to help them get redeemed. Vaggie would ask for your judgment about certain things, but more specifically about Charlie and how she could support her. They were incredibly tight-knit; it almost made you jealous.

Angeldust went to you to rant, your company too comfortable for him to not do so. You knew who Valentino was long before he started talking about him, but the more Angeldust talked to you about him, the more you wanted to discipline his moth ass.

You found yourself attempting to groom Husk on multiple occasions, too. You would always have a handy brush by your side, ready to smoothen the knots and mats in his fur that would occur overtime. Husk used to try to stop you, but grew too fond of your care to give a fuck anymore.

The only person that hadn’t changed since your appearance was Alastor. He was always so polite to you, but kept his distance. As if you were just an acquaintance.

You decided to pay him a visit.

You knocked on his door with one of your knuckles, your ear close to it. “Alastor, dear? May I come in?”

“Of course, (Name)!” You heard his muffled voice say, and with that you entered. You hadn’t ever been to his room before, so imagine your surprise when you saw the outdoors taking up half of his room.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked courtly, sat down on one of his cushioned chairs beside the fireplace. You shook your head, closing the door behind you. “Not necessarily,” you replied, tilting your head towards the chair across him as a silent way of asking.

Alastor nodded, and with his consent you sat down, crossing your legs. “Then, may I ask why you decided to visit me?”

You just smiled sweetly at him, your eyes sharply scanning his appearance. “How are you, sweetie?”

“I’m doing quite well, dear, thank you for asking.” He responded, his tone cheerful. But before he could reciprocate the question, you interrupted his attempt. “No, how are you feeling? Anything you need to…” you shrugged. “Get off your chest?”

His eye twitched at your words, and he strained a chuckle. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear (Name); there is nothing to get off my chest!”

You nodded slowly, your brows creasing in fake thought. “Alright, then. So, your need to help this hotel and its cause not because of your own personal needs, like what you want people to assume, but because the others are slowly growing on you isn’t something you’d like to admit? To talk about, perhaps?”

Alastor immediately stiffened at your words, the atmosphere around the two of you suddenly thickening as your vision seemed to get darker. “Aha, what are you talking about?”

“Oh, nothing in particular.” You grinned, a hand on your chest. “So, your fear of actually being vulnerable in front of people that could potentially be the death of you doesn’t sprout from something that happened when you were alive?”

His figure towered over you almost immediately, as if threatening you. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do, darling. You have much on your mind, and I can tell.” You blinked at him, unconvinced and unbothered, crossing your arms. “You were a mama’s boy, weren’t you?”

The air stilled around you as the demon that controlled it did the same thing. “I loved her dearly,” was all Alastor said.

“I know.” You softly replied, watching as his body morphed into its original state. “Do you miss her?”

He hesitated. Alastor shouldn’t be telling you all of this, and yet it felt right to do so. “I would kill to see her again, but I’m certain that she’s living the happiest afterlife in Heaven.”

You nodded in understanding. “I know. I’m sure she would want to see her son as well. I could tell just by how she raised you that she loves you as much as you love her.”

Loves. Present tense, not past.

He laughed at your statement, sitting back down on his chair. “Would she love who I became?”

“Alastor, a mother’s love goes beyond everything else.” You stated, a warm smile playing on your lips. “You should know that. Was she a single mother?”

He scoffed at your assumption, his body slightly relaxing. “How do you seem to know everything?”

“Well,” you lifted your shoulders briefly. “One might say a mother knows all.”

Alastor’s laugh was bittersweet, his shoulder lifting at each chuckle. As it died down, though, you stood up, your arms opened wide.

He narrowed his eyes at you, his sincere smile straining. “What are you doing?”

“Come on, Alastor, you know what I’m doing.”

He froze, contemplating what he should do. He wasn’t fond of physical touch that wasn’t initiated by him, nor was he fond of people assuming he was. But your presence felt… different.

He sighed, shaking his head as he lifted himself off of the chair. “Alright, fine.”

If Alastor were to be honest, he had fully expected a half-hearted hug. He had just told you some vulnerable secrets, after all; maybe an embrace was obligatory afterwards. But as your hand cupped the back of his head gingerly as the other clinged onto his back, Alastor felt his heart sting.

He hadn’t felt something like that in decades.

He laughed faintly, his arms wrapping around your waist like a child whose mother had been on a trip for the past week. “You’re just like my mother, my dear.” He whispered, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I know.”

#alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor and you #reader is mother

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Devotion

Regency!Charlie Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pining, friends to lovers, smut, vaginal fingering, the smallest angst ever i swear

Word Count: 3.6K

Notes: I haven't written in forever but this idea has been in my head for about a year now and i just had to get it out. i miss you all, i hope you enjoy my crappy writing and never ending love for all things charlie barber <3

The light glimmered through the glass windows and reflected off the gold-rimmed tea cup sitting upon the pristinely decorated wooden table. Charlie sat in his reading chair in the corner of the otherwise quiet room as he turned the page in the ragged book in his hand when he felt something fall from one of the pages at the far end of it. A flattened, parched rose petal landed on his lap, etchings sketched onto it worn over time—your initials. And there it was. Yet another piece of you slipping between his fingers, Charlie's breath hitched in his throat. The brief memory of your tendency to leave small reminders in scattered books across his library when you were young for him to find as he advanced in his readings—something he carried so fondly in his heart, now a painful reminder of your absence.

You were more than merely a childhood acquaintance to Charlie Barber. You'd formed a bond amid the constant suit alterations and meetings between your fathers. Pacing and making your way through the large corridors of his estate, causing mischief, the joyous remembrances from his youth were those Charlie often recalled and pondered on in times when he sought comfort.

As you grew older, Charlie had to bear more responsibilities giving you far less time to spend on frequent visits and more time enclosed in his office, assembling his theater business from the inside out. While Charlie went above and beyond to secure his future in his theatrical endeavors, you'd spend your days on the opposite end of town assisting your parents in daily deliverances of gowns, suits, and more exquisite fabrics than you knew what to do with. You were taught to sew as your mother did; what once was an infinite amount of time to spend with Charlie as children now became fleeting moments of closeness when you altered his neckline or stitched hearts onto the sleeves of his finest suits, hoping he would one day notice any glimpse of your silent devotions. Soon, the division between your families became more apparent and impossible to ignore. You, the daughter of a seamstress to the wealthy, and him reaping the benefits of a lustrous family name. He seemed to pay less and less mind to you until you were nothing more than another servant among him. At least, that's how it appeared. On the inside, Charlie was tormented, to say the least. Irritation and bitterness festered in the depths of his heart, aching to feel the comfort he once had with you. His father's words echoed in his head; the girl will not advance your endeavors, my son. You must choose a wife wisely that will bring honor to our family. Perfectly placed strands of hair fell loosely over his face as Charlie shook his head in an attempt to compose himself. He hated himself for being blinded from the little good he had in his life with you in it and leading you astray from him.

Although he tried, Charlie could never forget you. In fact, he admired you greatly—clashing feelings when he was younger blurred and blind-sighted him as he reflected on the moment he felt a shift between you. Friendly tussles among friends became lingering touches and affectionate glimpses when the both of you were sure no one was looking. A chaste kiss you once shared, knowing it would be your only and your last. A brief moment lasted mere seconds, yet he found himself wishing to stay there for an eternity.

As time passed, Charlie soon realized what it was and what it would always be, that familiar feeling creeping in and nestling in his heart. The four-letter word he could never bring himself to speak out loud. And as much as he tried to push the thoughts indoctrinated into him as dishonorable into the depths of his subconscious, he couldn't. There was no denying it; as much as he was taught to loathe himself for it, he loved you, and loving you was like chasing the clouds; impossible as it seemed, he yearned for it. The unattainable idea that somehow you would someday be his haunted him. All he had to fall back on were the memories of what once was, and they were just that. Memories.

Rumors swirled of Charlie's highly respected status around town, how he eventually married and even took a child. As content as he seemed to the beaming eyes of the world at first, no one could even begin to envision the darkness that ensued behind the lavish walls of his estate. Altercations where neither he nor his wife Nicole could reach an agreement, whether it be on family matters or the simplest tasks. Thus began his downfall, as he called it. Charlie could feel the distance expanding, the tension dictating every cruel words spewed in her direction, all while secretly hoping Henry would be tucked off into bed, not hearing a single word of it. It wasn't long before rumors of Charlie's troubled marriage and whispered affairs circulated even amongst your circles. Their split became inevitable, Nicole moving further into the city, leaving Charlie behind to sulk over the consequences of his self-destructive behavior, forever longing for the person he could never have.

Charlie often wondered where life had taken you. But he was too ashamed to ever reveal himself to you again. No. He'd burdened far too many with his presence as of late; he wouldn't do that to you too. After the separation from Nicole, he found himself collapsing under the pressures of day-to-day life, needing a leave more often than not. Wandering the London streets in the late night hours, his mind raced faster than his feet could carry him. Charlie wasn't exactly sure how he suddenly found himself at your doorstep one night, but he longed to see you. Just one glance and he was convinced the problems churning in his head would vanish. He had to try.

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You were strolling along the entryway when the sound of shuffling footsteps alerted you to a presence at your door. You'd been ready to turn in for the night and briefly considered ignoring the unexpected visitor, but what awaited you on the other side of the door would be the most surprising thing of all. Charlie Barber. It had been years since you were in the presence of one another, yet, once your eyes locked on his, it was as if not a second had passed. Neither of you spoke, too taken back by one another to think of anything suitable to say.

"Charl-My lord." You quickly corrected yourself and curtsied before him. This definitely wasn't the Charlie Barber you remembered. Referring to him so casually felt wrong as you cursed yourself for the habit. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, something he often did when he thought no one was looking, and his nerves took over. You noticed. You noticed everything about Charlie; your mind wandered to a time when you'd lay your hand on his in a soothing manner but shook your head, not letting yourself get lost in him, not anymore.

"I apologize for my intrusion. I don't know what came over me; I should-" Charlie stuttered; his distraught manner alarmed you, a pang in your chest aching for him.

"Please come inside. It is late; the least I can do is offer you a warm beverage" You offered him a kind smile and gestured for him to come inside. Charlie remained uncertain, but when you didn't delay for a response, he found himself mindlessly following you into your quaint home. He was sure he wreaked of desperation as he strained to restrain his nerves around you. He stood near the kitchen table as you put a kettle on the stove and set two mismatched tea cups on the counter before you.

"You seem to be doing quite well." His deep voice startled you slightly. His mere presence was enough to unsettle you. Everything about being around Charlie set every nerve in your body ablaze. You were convinced he saw right through you, seeing each of the broken pieces he left behind while you'd worked so hard to put them back together. Letting Charlie go was never a choice; it was best for the both of you. Or at least that's what you told yourself when wishing things would've ended differently. Time heals all wounds; your mama's words rang in your ears. Perhaps she was right.

"It has been far too long." Charlie cleared his throat. "We left off in " He took in the sight before him, your nightgown falling perfectly over your figure, the delicate lace decorating the supple skin of your neck and chest. Your simplicity, the simplicity of your beauty, was something he knew he would never get over. He recalled a time when you'd take down that wall you'd built around your heart for so many other people. A time he had access to all of you.

"Time has passed; we moved on. Nothing more." You cut him off, hands trembling as you set the tea on the table. Tears threatened to well in your eyes, making Charlie's breath hitch. He could not bear to see you like this. He fought every instinct in his body that burned to fix whatever was troubling you, even if he was the one who caused it. Every feeling he had worked so hard to bury all this time, convincing himself he did not love you, could not love you, surfacing with every word that escaped his lips.

"Nothing more? Why is it that you distanced yourself from me then, hm? Why is it that whenever I make an attempt to go near you, you do everything in your power to stray further away?" Charlie pressed the unknown that had haunted him all this time, bubbling up uncontrollably to the surface before he could suppress it to the back of his mind where it belonged. He couldn't contain himself any longer; he had to know if your feelings for him plagued you all these years, as they did to him.

"Forgive me, my lord, but if I am not mistaken, it is you that distanced himself from me." You scowled in a hushed tone while taking a step closer to him. You weren't sure what to make of this. The newfound closeness between you fogged your mind more than you cared to admit. Every hateful word you'd cultivated over the last couple of years on the tip of your tongue dissipated, having Charlie within reach once more, taking in the weakened version of him standing before you. The color seemed to have drained from his face, bags solemn and profound laid under his doe eyes, new lines tracing around his face etched in by sleepless nights and whatever stresses plagued his every waking moment. His shoulders slumped in defeat, his clothes far from the pristine condition you knew them to be once; you had to fight the urge to take him in your arms and console him until this pain that burdened him was a distant memory. You took a breath to steady yourself before speaking.

"You want to know what I see?" Charlie studied your words, taking in your stern gaze. He tipped his chin down slightly to look at you fully, not yet answering your question.

"I see the boy I once knew evolved into a man I do not recognize before me. A mind corrupted and a heart once filled with such tenderness and exceptional curiosity for life now darkened by life's cruel intentions." You continued. "Thoughts and ideas once flourishing now damaged by broken promises, lies, and a world of hurt. But most of all, I see a heart that chooses to not feel and a mind that prefers to ignore what is right in front of him."

The words sank into his heart like an unsuspecting sword. Ever since Nicole, he'd closed himself off, a lesson learned that yearning for love was time wasted. But he could never entirely forget you. He could pinpoint that day all those years ago when you captured his heart in an unsuspecting manner. You were kind and compassionate in a way he admired; you challenged him in ways that irritated him to no end, yet he found himself entirely enraptured by you. This is precisely why he had no choice other than shut you out completely. Charlie knew letting you get too close would be going against everything he wanted for himself. He couldn't let himself love another or have another love him; with love came loss. That he knew for certain.

"That is not true." His ton was harsher than before. "You have no possible way of knowing what is in my heart. Perhaps these feelings you speak of are a projection of your own. Perhaps they do not exist." Venom dripped from him, the stern exterior of the man you loved now nothing but a hollow shell.

"You mean to tell me you feel nothing for me? That I do not cross your mind or your heart for that matter." Charlie's expression was unwavering except for a whisper of a 'no' he couldn't bear to say any louder.

"I do not believe you." You sneered at him, venom dripping from your words. "There is love in your eyes for me, Charlie. I know it."

"I shall not stain you with my burdens as I have to others." Charlie tentatively reached out, his fingers ghosting over yours. His delicate touch sending shivers down your spine. "They are my burdens to bear, not yours."

"That is not your decision to make." Your voice strained, tears welling and threatening to spill over. "Tell me you do not care for me. Tell me there is no love in your heart where I am concerned, and you will never hear from me again."

"Do-do not care for you? It is as if your very being consumes me. I cannot hold a breath or do the most ordinary task without you racing across my every thought and dictating my every move. I feel as though I am losing my sanity because I cannot bear to be without you for one second." Charlie stepped toward you, grazing a hand along your cheek. "I spend every day wishing your heart feels as fiercely as mine does for you." He sighed, focusing his gaze downward and taking a step backward. You could practically feel his walls rising, icing you out once again. "It does not matter. It wasn't supposed to be like this; I wasn't supposed to feel this...I wish I never knew of this...of you." Charlie's words stung in your chest so profoundly you had to make sure there wasn't actually a wound there. Your lower lip trembled, sentiment breaking through. Even through the hurtful words, he still ached for you. And he hated himself for it. It was pointless; what was the point of going after something entirely out of his reach? Charlie felt as though he couldn't do this anymore. He stood before you, trembling as he collected whatever ounce of courage he had left and asked.

"Do you hate me?" His voice was barely a whisper seeking a validation he knew he had no right to ask of you after everything.

"Of course not." You responded without hesitation. Charlie scanned your face for any trace of deceit, but there was none. Instead, he found all of the devotion and tenderness you could not convey into words. It was as if you indeed saw the broken pieces of him but only sought to love him as he was, incomplete and perfect in every way in your eyes. "Charlie, I loved you."

Loved. There it was. Part of him felt relief hearing the long-awaited assurance that maybe he wasn't insane for feeling this much for you for so long. But the grief quickly washed over him, the realization that you said loved, not love. It sunk in painfully and rapidly at the possibility that you had moved on, forgotten him amongst perhaps a possible newfound happiness in your new life without him.

"I see." Charlie cleared his throat and straightened out his coat, avoiding your gaze. Afraid he would no longer be able to keep his emotions at bay if he did.

"Charlie.." You brought a hand to his cheek cautiously as if not to frighten him. He flinched but then leaned into your touch. It felt natural, the warmth of your skin on his; it felt like home. The look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know and everything neither of you could bring yourselves to say aloud. "I never stopped loving you." Charlie's jaw opened slightly, unsure if he heard you correctly over the sound of his heart hammering through his chest. "I love you, Charlie." A sob wracked your chest as you held him close. It was as if you indeed saw the pieces of him but only sought to love him as he was, incomplete and perfect in every way in your eyes. A deep sigh escaped him before he spoke.

"I love you. I love you as much as a person can love another. I do not wish to hold it inside anymore. I love you." Charlie enveloped your face in his hands, his thumb tenderly stroking your cheek. Unbridled affection flowed freely and filled the space between you. Your lips met for what felt like the first time; his other hand settled at your waist, prompting you closer to him and deepening the kiss. His lips moved against yours with a gentle urgency. It was as if nothing else mattered, the past becoming more of a distant memory the further you melted into him. There was only this moment. Charlie unwillingly pulled away, leaving your foreheads pressed against one another, his hair slightly disheveled from your fingers running through it, lips swollen and thoroughly kissed.

He pulled you close again, continuing his ministrations. His lips lavished kisses along your neckline and down to your chest as your hands tangled in his hair. His hands worked tirelessly to remove as many barriers between your bodies as quickly as possible as he gently guided you to lean on the wall behind you. Charlie hastily bunched up your dress, groaning when his hands slid along your dampened underwear. You panted under him, his lips never leaving your skin, leaving a trail of marks and bruises as a reminder of his love for you.

The way you looked, how your body responded to his every touch. Every captivating sound he was able to pull from you, it drove him mad. He couldn't take it anymore; he had to have you now, whichever way you'll let him. Charlie abruptly lifted your leg around his hip and caged you between him against the wall, your fingers tugging at his hair and desperately nipping at his lower lip, pulling an animalistic moan from his chest.

"Charlie, please." You practically whimpered when you felt his finger prod at your entrance, clenching around nothing as he gently worked your sensitive clit. He pressed his lips against yours to swallow any sounds you made as he gently pushed inside you. You moaned into each other in unison as he began to plunge in and out of you, easily slipping through your folds, feeling your warm cunt eager to swallow him whole. He cupped your breast over the fabric of your dress, kneading it in his hands while breathing heavily as he pushed another finger inside of you, holding you there for a moment, reveling in how impossibly soft and warm you felt around him, your slick making an impossible mess of his hand. You could feel his stiff cock grinding against your thigh, realizing the effect you were having on him.

A low grunt rumbled from his chest when he felt you fluttering around him. His hand outlined from the swell of your breasts all the way down beneath your hips, memorizing every curve, feeling the way your chest was rising and falling with every breath of pleasure that surged through you; even the way your hips instinctively moved to meet his own drove him insane. Charlie craved and wanted nothing more than to be close to you; even with every inch of your body pressed against his, it was never close enough for him. He began to stroke your clit, already throbbing for attention. Your hips moved and rode his fingers, desperate for relief when he stroked a particular spot inside you. Charlie felt you whine quietly as your orgasm crashed into you. Waves of heat overwhelmed your body as you pulsed around him.

He pulled away from you after a moment of stolen kisses and delicate touches. Moving quickly to assist you in fixing your dress and ensuring everything else was in order before tenderly cupping your face in his palm.

"I wanted all of you." A sated smile graced your face as you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes trained on his trousers. You wanted this man inside of you in every way possible. Not that you were complaining. He'd managed to have you succumbing to a mind-numbing orgasm from just his hands in a matter of minutes. But you needed more.

A knowing smirk graced Charlie's flushed face as his thumb stroked your cheek, capturing you in a kiss once again. Gently moving his lips against yours, filling your heart with all the intent and promise he had to offer. He'd divulged so much of himself already; the awaiting question was on the tip of his tongue. But Charlie held himself back. No. He knew when the moment was right; he would make you his the way he'd always intended. Until then, the engagement ring burning a hole in his pocket would stay hidden...for now. "Soon, my love. Soon."

#adam driver #charlie barber #charlie barber x reader #charlie barber x fem!reader #marriage story #charlie barber fic

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Masterlist

Links broke on the old ones, so here's a single, much more organized new one. All fics tagged appropriately on their respective pages, including relevant content warnings. Enjoy!

The Boondock Saints

Eyes On You - PDA exposes one of Connor's kinks (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Just Being Neighborly - a locked door, a broken elevator, and the beginning of a night they��ll barely remember (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

Getting Mouthy - Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth (Murphy x reader, smut adjacent)

The Grocery List - In which Connor learns not to snoop (Connor x reader, smut adjacent)

Last Rites - the Saints’ final mission (angst, MCD)

Starving - Connor and Murphy loving on their lady (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Two Saints and an Archer - Connor and Murphy MacManus were vigilantes on a mission from God before the zombie outbreak, now God only knows how they ended up with Daryl Dixon, reclusive redneck and crossbow extraordinaire. There’s no doubt the three of them can survive the apocalypse, but can they survive each other? (gen fic, crack, crossover)

Warrior Shepherds - They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

The Phantom of the Opera

Another Alternate Ending - didn't the Persian give Raoul a gun? (gen fic, crack)

Supernatural

A Dangerous Game - Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell. (Crowley x OFC/reader)

A Work Of Art - after sealing the rift and trapping himself in an alternate dimension, Crowley gets the chance to observe humanity (Crowley x plus-size reader, fluff)

The Familiar Winchester - a spell of Rowena’s has unexpected results (gen crack, Sam and Dean)

The Fast Lane - After Rowena’s magic brought her back from the dead, Charlie still can’t find any peace. On the open road, with the witch as her reluctant companion, there’s no telling where she’ll find it. (gen hurt/comfort, Charlie and Rowena)

Friction - Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact (Crowley x Gemma, smut)

Geek Squad - It's a quiet afternoon in the bunker until disaster strikes. (gen humor, Sam and Dean)

Going Up - "One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move." (Dean x Crowley, smut adjacent)

Graceless - After his release from the Winchesters’ dungeon, Crowley’s hold on the throne of Hell is more vulnerable than ever. Determined to strengthen his claim, he seeks to produce an heir with his mistress, young Annabel Allan, a human with no family and a powerful secret she doesn’t know she keeps. (Crowley x Annabel)

Heir Of Nothing In Particular - On the edge of another apocalypse, Cas and Crowley contemplate life, emotion, and all things human. (gen fic, Cas and Crowley)

Hell And Apathy - “Sam and Dean, but not her Sam and Dean…she trusted her friends with her life, and whatever the hell was going on with them right now…they were far from the men she knew.” (demon!Dean x reader x soulless!Sam, smut)

Howling - “The court was nearly returned to normal…as normal as Hell can get, at least…” (gen, Crowley and demon!Dean)

If You Need Anything - when everything starts getting to you, your friend Cas is there to help you keep going (Castiel x reader, hurt/comfort)

Original Prankster - Your favorite fictional hunter turns up in your kitchen, and your boyfriend knows more about it than he’s letting on (Gabriel x reader, crack)

Pie and Produce - kitchen fluff (Dean x Tara, fluff)

Ridiculous And Needy - “You really need to lock your doors. Anybody could sneak into your room and leave a few surprises in your closet.” (Crowley x reader, smut adjacent)

Roadside Assistance - “…when Crowley got the text from the bunker’s other resident, he didn’t think anything of it…” (Crowley x reader, FicFacers 2020)

She’s Buying A Stairway To Heaven - “His grip felt a lot more reassuring than any stranger’s had her entire life, but she supposed being menaced by a girl who committed suicide fifty years prior had a way of making things like that a little less odd.” (gen casefic, Dean and OFC)

Something You Don’t Know - a few mishaps on a hunt leads to a few confessions (Sam Winchester x reader, fluff)

Topeka Calling - Cas has caller ID. That hunter from Topeka has an itch. Dean just wants a refill. (gen humor, Cas and Dean)

Welcoming Committee - A tragedy prompts a new start for Sam and his son Jack (fluff AU, Sam and Charlie)

Why Can't There Be A Santa? - "There's no point in wasting that, because there's no bearded guy in a red suit coming to drink it." (gen fluff, Weechesters)

With The Touch Of A Button - One last End Of All Things, one last solution (gen crack, Team Free Will 2.0)

The Walking Dead

Bad Influence - “Her warmth was sinking under his skin until it felt like a little fire flickering through him…her voice soft and her words so full of that hope he was starting to think nothing could destroy…” (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Blue Into Black - Beth was a good girl, but something about Daryl Dixon made her want to be bad. Sequel to "I Don't Mind" (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Can't Tell Her No - Beth found something in her cell, and she can't wait to try them out (Beth x Daryl, smut)

Caught Staring - Beth goes for a walk in the prison yard (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Entertaining - Beth is expecting two certain someones for dinner, and nothing could possibly go wrong (AU, Brickyl Week 2018)

Get Bit - Maybe if he’d just left that damn door closed… (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

I Don't Mind - He’d never done anything like this before, never had an ongoing thing with someone. Whatever this “thing” was, cause damned if he knew. He’d never wanted to hold someone’s hand before, and he’d damn sure never wanted to kiss someone…not before Beth. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Keep Singing - Daryl in Alexandria (Beth x Daryl, angst)

One More Song - The war is over and peace has been a long time coming, and it comes with someone Daryl thought he’d never see again (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

The Parting Glass - a long night with memories and regrets (Negan x Lucille, angst)

Robin and Marian - They called him Robin Hood… (AU, Beth x Daryl)

Rushing, Racing, Running - They always had to be ready to run (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Take Care Of It - Beth has been thinking about Daryl, and she’s kept it to herself so far. Now, though, she might let him hear about it. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Talk Like That - You don’t talk back to him like that and get away with it. (Negan x reader, smut)

Trade You - “He needed somewhere to cool off, somewhere with a decent breeze that wasn’t crowded with people seeking his attention…” (Negan x Wendy)

Wake Up, Dollface - Negan visits after a shared glance (Negan x OFC, smut)

While You're Awake - Daryl can't sleep, and Beth doesn't want to. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Why Ain't I Running - They never built a wall that high/Or made a chain that strong/And God ain’t never made a place/I felt like I belong (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

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A Demon's Work is Never Done

Lady Johanna Constantine x f!demon!reader

Summary: In the Year of Our Lord 1787 you wander the world in search of something new, something undiscovered. You find more than you bargained for when you meet the lovely Johanna Constantine. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, bisexual reader, toxic relationship, sexual themes WC: 4.1k

This is the third instalment of works in The Anthology of Asmodeus’ Heir. Part One: The Devil is in the Details Part Two: Lightbringer’s Champion Part Three: A Demon's Work is Never Done Part Four: Rise of the Fallen Part Five: Queen of the Damned

A/N: Reblogs are super appreciated 💜

The Year of Our Lord 1785 - London, England Another half decent poet had died, William Whitehead, one of the few that you could listen to without wanting to throw yourself into Lucifer’s central hearth. 70 years of life seemed like such a waste, you couldn’t understand why mortals weren’t jumping at the chance for getting an extra 10 years. They didn’t need their souls anyway, not the way they fucked and fought their way across the continent. There was no heaven for them.

“Ay! Hot as hell innit,” a tramp that was well past her used by date called out. “Mind you, just another day to the demon-folk.”

“Mad old bat,” you hissed, blowing a theatrical tendril of smoke from your mouth. “Be gone with you, Hettie.”

She cackled loudly, swaying her filthy, heavy skirts as she danced out of the dank alley and off towards the pub. Poor man that gave her coin for a shag, he might well sell his soul when he catches syphilis from her.

Chuckling to yourself, you continued on your way along the river as a gorgeous ship docked. It was only by fate's ministrations that the Dockmaster stepped out of his office and called for the captain. A rare name you had heard a handful of times over the centuries. Hob Gadling.

You followed the Dockmaster’s attention and found an impeccably dressed male standing proud as the ramp waited to be connected. The dock smelled terrible with the livestock waiting to be boarded to other ships and the fish from the smaller boats along the Thames but you could still mark his scent. Human but not mortal.

Curious.

You didn’t see the point in lingering around the area any longer, since an immortal would have no reason to sell their soul, so you followed your nose to the nicer side of the city and into Buckingham House.

“Is Charlie in residence?” you asked a startled footman, his eyes darting to the gates still sealed shut behind you.

“Her Majesty, Queen Charlotte,” he corrected as he reached for the sword on his hip, “is not taking callings this evening.”

“Perfect.” You smiled and brushed past, dodging the swipe of his sword before it could bury in your belly. You were up the steps and crossing the threshold before he could shout his alarm, a laugh taunting him in your wake. “Honey, I’m home.”

The faces in the parlour all turned to you and while most shied away from your intense stare the Queen and one other did not. No one had the gall to reproach you for your unusual dress, forgoing the heavy layers of skirting over a hoop and a restricting corset for the comfort of a free flowing peplos. It had been a favourite of your fashion for aeons and if any of the riff-raff thought the lack of modesty was an invitation for their touch then they would lose their hand at the very least.

“What do we have here?” you asked as you glided across the ornate flooring and met the young woman’s gaze as she remained seated, not an ounce of fear in those sapphire eyes. “You do so gather the most beautiful of things, Charlie.”

“Indeed,” the Queen smirked over her tea cup. “The lovely Johanna Constantine. My dear husband has commissioned her assistance in retrieving a lost item, Pandora’s Box.”

“Is that so?” You dropped into an overstuffed chair and crossed your legs, earning a grumble of complaints from the Ladies-In-Waiting. “Echidna won’t be happy, which means I am yours to assist on this adventure. I love Norway at this time of year.”

Johanna remained passive, if not mildly bored, as she sipped her tea and tried to glean any information she could from you with those intelligent eyes. She was a hawk, noticing each small movement, your body language, what weapons were hidden on your body and where. “This property is warded.”

You bit your lip and took delight as her pupils dilated at the sight, a hint of jasmine emanating from her. The rest of the party were delightfully unaware of what Johanna had discovered. “It is, though now that I recall it, they felt different. That wouldn’t be your doing would it, love?”

“Johanna has proven herself a worthy occultist,” Charlotte said smugly. “If the laws were different I would have her ordained high priestess.”

“That would be a tragedy. Drab cloth, abstinence.” You shivered dramatically at the thought and a small smile teased her pressed lips. “You deserve blissful orgasms, mistress.”

“That is quite enough.” The Queen whispered, her eyes flickering to the doors opening to reveal her husband, King George the Third. “Look who has returned to London.”

The King took one look at you and left the room again. “Is he still upset he lost the game?”

She gave a discrete shrug and reached for a scone. “Those were his favourite horses, and it cost a fortune to breed them right.”

“Thou shalt not play dice with a demon.”

Charlotte grinned and tapped her nose.

Johanna choked on a laugh, her cheeks turning pink as she hid her face behind an embroidered fan. “You knowingly let a demon into your home?”

“Och, such a crude word, demon,” you huffed, swiping a pastry from the silver tray. “We aren’t all the same, you know. I could teach you a great deal about them. I suppose we will have plenty of time for that on our journey north.”

Her teeth flashed as she darted closer and stole half of your pastry with a wicked smile. “I look forward to it.”

Of course in those pleasure filled nights spent on the ship, you had given her too much information about demons. She was sharp witted and skilled with wards before, now she could exorcise lesser demons who stole bodies to roam earth and also summon them. You swore you would stop but she was an opportunist through and through, knowing how to detach your mind with a few flicks of that wicked tongue.

“Can you make me immortal?” she asked as she lay in your arms, the ocean lapping at your ship.

“That’s not within my power,” you admitted quietly, your fingers mapping the constellation of light freckles across her back. “But the few times I have witnessed humans receive the gift of immortality it has only ended in tragedy. The three-faced goddess does not take lightly someone circumventing their fate. There would also be the matter of your daughter, it would be more than a mother could take to watch their child grow old and die.”

Her eyes blazed in defiance as she did not get the answer she was hoping for and pulled away. “You do not want to spend eternity with me.”

“That is not-”

“When I return to the King with Pandora’s Box he will return what is rightfully mine, the land and manor my parents owned. A future.” She drew the sheet around her as she rose from the bed. “For us.”

You sighed as the cool air kissed your skin, the warmth stolen with the linen Johanna was wrapped in. “Pandora’s box may give you the answers you seek, but I implore you to reconsider before you open it. The risk is always greater than the reward.”

“Thank you,” she squealed as she dove back onto the bed and into your arms.

The sea began to churn as a sudden storm blew in and eclipsed the sun, and you whispered the truth under your breath, “I’m going to regret this.”

“You pussy-drunk demon,” you hissed to yourself. “Should have kept your damn mouth shut.”

Your fists banged against the church doors but it was consecrated ground that had been strongly warded and Johanna had stolen your dagger. The unholy relic was currently stabbed through the lock so even you couldn’t break it.

You felt the heatwave erupt as the box was open and knew it had undoubtedly woken up beings that were better off asleep.

“Johanna, open this door now!” Your order went unanswered but the scream of her daughter echoed through the church, Mouse was screaming for help. “Open the fucking door!”

The stained glass windows exploded and shards sliced at your skin. The pain was second to the fear of what was happening inside. You could hear voices but they were speaking too quietly to hear or the shield around the church was strong enough to dampen your senses.

There was only one person who had the power to break through the holy shield and you really wished there was another option. But there wasn’t. So back home you went.

“Lucifer, Asmodeus’ heir wishes to speak with you. She says it’s urgent,” Mazikeen said, using your title to help increase your chances of being granted entry.

The iron door swung open and you crossed the stone floor quickly, not even taking the time to survey the room for threats lurking in the shadows.

“200 years since you last visited,” Lucifer murmured as she lazily traced the curves of the bones that made her throne, “and now you come to ask for my help.”

“200 years?” you asked, licking your lips as you skirted behind the throne and pricked your finger on the claw at the arch of her leathery wings. “You haven’t aged a bit.”

“Ugh, lust demons,” Mazikeen spat before turning her back to stare out over the city.

“Don’t act like you haven’t sought my bed, Maz.” You smirked before giving your attention back to Lucifer. “I wouldn’t be so foolish to ask for your help, your Majesty. I offer an exchange. You haven’t chosen your new Champion since Forrasis was killed.”

Her sharp nails tapped a beat on the skull beneath it. “Remind me again who killed him.”

“There is only one demon brave and sexy enough to have achieved such a feat - in a fair fight I might add.” You teased as you brushed her hand aside and took a seat on the arm of the throne. “He was hardly a Champion worthy of the name if I could kill him with one strike. I can be your Champion.”

“You are right, he wasn’t worthy. But that does not mean that you are.” Lucifer said as she slapped you off her chair with a bat of her wings and you laughed as you slid across the floor. You laugh even as your bones feel close to breaking, because she doesn’t tolerate weakness, cowering or fear. “You shall have the power you need and in return you will vie against ten demons of my choosing to be named my Champion. But, if you lose then I will take every last drop of your power.”

You bowed your head so she didn’t see you swallow the lump in your throat. When you looked up again she was no longer seated in her throne but in front of you, her hand wrapped around your throat as she lifted your feet off the ground. There was no passion to her kiss, her power so formidable that she was completely unaffected by yours, as she sealed her lips over yours and breathed a morsel of her power into you.

The rush was unlike anything you had or would ever feel again. A healthy dose of fear crept in as you realised just how powerful she was, no wonder she was so calm and collected - she was the apex predator with nothing to fear.

The ground surged up to meet you as she flung you away but where you should have crashed into stone you landed in soft grass outside the church. Mouse’s screams had gone silent, replaced by Johanna’s, so you gathered the power Lucifer had given you and threw it all at the church doors, splintering them wide open.

It only took a fraction of a second to understand what had happened as the box sealed shut and the power was once again contained. Johanna was screaming at the box, begging it to give her back. Mouse, she was nowhere to be seen.

“Johanna ,she’s gone,” you snapped as she wept over the box and ignored the shake you gave her. “We need to go before something worse comes to release Echidna.”

“She took her.” Johanna hissed before her fists curled and she lashed out at you. “This is your fault!”

You caught her fists but she struck you with her knee and you grunted as the air was knocked from you. “I warned you.”

“If you had made me immortal then this wouldn’t have happened.”

You snatched the box up with one hand and gripped her wrist with the other before using the last of Lucifer’s power to move through the shadows and arrive at Blackwood Manor, or as the newly titled Lady Johanna Constantine had already renamed Fawney Rig. She had been certain she would return with the box.

“We spent weeks on that horrid ship and you could have just done that!” Her irritated scream disrupted the birds in the trees and sent them flocking to another property.

“I made a deal with - you know what? I’m done telling you anything.”

“I got the answers I needed. I just need to find the Devil and the wandering Jew.”

You had seen that look of hunger on many mortal’s faces. The hunger for power and you realised with a bitter laugh that she cared for no one but herself.

“And what about your daughter?”

Johanna ripped the box from your hands and looked at you with empty eyes you had once thought were full of love. “At least I won't have to watch her grow old and die.”

You didn’t dare tell her that necromancy ran in her veins, a scent you had picked up on the moment you laid eyes on her. It was what made her occultism skills unparalleled by mortals. If she ever learnt of her power she could become the harbinger of death.

“I may be a demon, but you are the real monster.” You turned your back to leave but slammed into a shield, crude runes drawn into the gravel as she stood beside you. “I can’t believe I thought this was love.”

Her laugh had you placing bricks one by one around your heart, building a wall to protect it knowing that it was already too late. “You are a lust demon, you cannot feel love.”

You sent a blast of power at the shield but she had taken every piece of the information you had given her and created a custom made prison to contain you.

“You may still be of use to me so I won’t kill you just yet,” she said as she used your dagger to prick her finger and draw the marks to bind a contract to her skin. “That doesn’t mean I won’t take precautions. You will not harm me, or try to escape Fawney Rig.”

You had no room in the containment circle to avoid the point of the dagger as it slashed down your palm and your blood dripped onto hers. The contract burnt into your skin and Johanna swiped her slipper through the runes to release you from the tiny prison, only to give you a larger one.

“Welcome home.”

The Year of our Lord 1787

The ache in your belly never ended, the need never sated. Johanna, intelligent, heartless Johanna, kept you on the verge of starvation. Small intimacies to keep you from longing for Death but not enough to clear the haze that clouded your mind. Whenever she felt her own needs rising she would disappear from Fawney Rig and return with rosy cheeks and the scent of a man or another woman on her.

Everytime she returned you felt a shard of ice pierce your chest.

“Who are these men?”

You were pulled from your sluggish stupor as Johanna slapped a piece of paper on the table in front of you. You blinked thrice before you could focus clearly enough to see the page and frowned at the drawing.

“Not the foggiest.” You pushed the paper away from you. “Look at the date, whoever they are, they are long dead. Not a half decent caricature, if I do say so.”

The letters of the contract burned into your skin flared and Johanna darted back as she drew your blade. “You are forbidden to harm me or try to escape.”

“If you had shared my bed you would have seen that yours is not the only contract I currently hold.” You chuckled as a trickle of fear bled into her eyes and you rolled up your sleeves. “I am forbidden to escape but you never stipulated if I were summoned.”

“You demon-bitch.”

A bitter smile curled your lips as her venomous curse shattered what remained of your heart. “When you need me, know I'll come for you.”

“I never want to see you, speak to you or touch you so long as I live.”

There was no hint of the woman you had fallen in love with, nothing but icy promises on a forked tongue. Bowing your head as the warmth of Hell called to you, you granted her wish. “Then so it shall be, my Lady.”

The flames licked your feet and you were pulled into the smoke, crashing to your knees at Lucifer’s feet.

“Rise, the tournament is about to begin,” Lucifer stated over the thunderous screams of the crowd far below. “My new Champion awaits.”

“I have had a really hard couple of years, Lucy.” You tried to stand but your legs buckled. “Maybe the tournament can start tomorrow? Dinner and nap, sounds fair?”

“Fair is not a concept that exists in my realm, there are no breaks or holidays” Lucifer mentioned with a hint of amusement twitching her pursed lips. “A demon’s work is never done.”

Nails as sharp as claws broke your skin as Mazikeen grabbed your nape and pulled you to your feet, her breath hot in your ear. “Afraid you aren’t worthy of being Morningstar’s Champion?”

You bared your teeth as the fire in your belly raged. You were a fool for making this deal in an attempt to save Johanna. You were a fool to have loved a mortal. But you weren’t foolish enough to back out of the deal and you did not want to die. “Why would I want to be Morningstar’s Champion when I could be Lightbringer’s Champion?”

“Our Majesty is no longer the Lightbringer.” Blood ran in rivulets down your back as Mazikeen dug her nails in deeper.

You looked to Lucifer, tearing your own skin as you turned in Mazikeen’s grasp. Her hands were threatening to crush the skulls on her throne despite the calm facade on her bored face. You smiled, a dark, wicked smile that turned her knuckles white as bowed your head. “Indeed. Still, it would bring me endless entertainment to know those puritans in the Silver City would be shitting kittens when a demon is crowned Lightbringer’s Champion.”

Mazikeen chuckled as she released her talons but you remained standing, just. “That would certainly ruffle those feathers of theirs.”

A quiet, resigned sigh was hidden by the crinkle of Lucifer's vinyl dress as she rose from the throne. “No other demon would pride themselves on carrying a Lightbringer title.”

“I’m not just some other demon, sweet Lucifer.” You purred at her approach.

“I see that now.” Lucifer nodded before she narrowed her eyes on Mazikeen. “I also see that she is merely distracting us while she feeds.”

Your laugh echoed back up the cliff face that Lucifer threw you from. Mazikeen would certainly be pissed at you if you survived, not because you fed from her but because you did it in front of Lucifer. Ever the professional.

Those few minutes spent syphoning undoubtedly saved your life.

The Year of our Lord 1789 You had tried not to think of Johanna much over the last two years, opting instead to bury yourself in lovers and duel all those who thought to take your title as Lightbringer’s Champion. It had been fun. Messy and brutal, but fun.

It was only by happenstance that you left the warm bosom of Hell to wander your favourite city and saw the date on the front page of The London Gazette - 7th June 1789.

Cloaked and hidden in the shadows, you watched Johanna step inside the White Horse Tavern. Fawney Rig had been too heavily warded for you to enter but the public house had no such shields so you had followed her carriage to the East End.

“What are you doing here?” you asked yourself as she disappeared into the building.

The brick exterior was cool as you rested your head against it, waging an internal battle with the part of you that wanted to follow her and the other part that told you to stop being stupid, find a lover and chase her thoughts from your mind.

It was her whimpers that stopped the internal argument. The pitiful sounds were so unlike her to make that it pulled you back to reality and had you hurrying into the stuffy pub in search of her.

“No, no, not you,” she whispered.

Your eyes failed to find her as they darted around the room, lingering in the darker corners where bodies were tangled with the passing of coins. None of those women could come close to the beauty Johanna possessed so you moved deeper into the room and spied a door where her scent drifted from.

Another whimper, a quiet plea for mercy, slipped out from under the door that you approached - the sounds lost to the din of the revellers, but not to you. You grasped the door handle and melted the lock as you shoved the door open to find a private dining area.

The hair on your nape rose at the mix of scents filling the space. One was a scent you had encountered before briefly in passing. It was the captain at the docks, human but not, once mortal but no longer.

The other scent was old. That was the only way to describe it. It held the same undertones you had smelt once before when you discovered an ancient cave in the sacred glass sands, full of scrolls that had almost disintegrated with time. Whoever Johanna had encountered was powerful and old.

“What have you done?” you growled as you scooped Johanna from the floor, her heavy skirts tangling around her legs.

“No, not you…you’re gone,” she shuddered as she tried to pull away. “You’re not here, this isn’t real.”

You held tighter, easily stopping her feeble attempts to roll away. “Let me help you.”

“No!” She growled, her fear draining away as anger replaced it. The clarity in her eyes returned from whatever those men had done to her mind and she reached for the amulet that had been nestled between her breasts.

Power radiated from her touch and you stumbled into the wall, letting her fall as gently as possible as she sapped your strength.

“You’ve learnt a new trick,” you rasped as she began to recite a Latin scripture.

“A few really.” She smiled as she pulled a cross from the folds of her dress. “Now, fuck off back to Hell.”

Blood dripped from your nose as you fought against the pull of the hellhole she opened. Your ears were ringing and a pressure was building behind your eyes as if your brain would explode if you stayed any longer.

“I was only trying to help.”

“Demons don’t help,” she spat as she stepped forward with her cross held high, “and demons don’t love.”

“That is a lie you tell yourself so you don’t have to admit the truth.” You laughed bitterly as you surrendered yourself to the suction of the hellhole. “The truth is, a demon loves you and you love a demon and if you can love a monster like me then what does that make you?”

“I hate you, and all of your kind.” She picked up the dagger she stole from you, holding the blade as she raised it and threw it with deadly accuracy. She knew so much but still knew so very little as you caught the handle, the knife that had been forged with your own blood and power. The dagger could not kill you but the intent which she threw it with felt like it would.

Slicing your palm, you swore an oath even she would recognise as binding. “For as long as you live, you shall not see, hear or feel my presence. Farewell, my Lady.”

The candles flared, blinding her until she had to shield her eyes and you wondered if you would ever have the strength to return to earth. You wondered if you would ever be able to fix what she broke in you.

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smaptain-smerica · 1 year

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Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

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Current timeline, 3 months later.

Warlock took the stand, addressing all the fresh faced pilots ready for their chance to be a Top Gun Graduate. "Top Gun was created to teach ACM. Air Combat Maneuvering. Better known as Dogfighting. You're here because you're the top one percent of all naval aviators. You're the elite, the best of the best. We're gonna make you better. You will be put through a series of tests, each pilot or team to come out on top will receive points. The pilot or team with the most points at the end will get their name on that plaque. However, there are no points for second place. Every moment counts."

Warlock paused a moment, looking towards the back of the room and making eye contact with me. He nodded gently, giving me the signal. I pushed off the wall, slowly making my way down the aisle.

"Your instructor is a very accomplished pilot. Graduated top of her Top Gun class in 2015, four confirmed combat kills, a legacy in the history of Top Gun graduates, and personally, one of my favorite people to work with. Please welcome Y/n Blackwood-L/N. Call-sign? Wolf."

I approached the podium and looked around at all the pilots. There was a mix of reactions. A group of three boys whispered to each other, smirks on their faces. The two women smiled and seemed to engage themselves more in my presence. The rest of them looked either uninterested or exhausted.

"Good morning aviators. I am excited to be welcomed in as an instructor this year. As previously mentioned by Warlock, you will be put through a series of tests, instructed and evaluated by me. Assisting me for the first week, an equally as accomplished pilot, Jake Seresin. Call-sign? Hangman."

I smiled as the familiar smirking man walked up to the podium and stood next to me. "Good morning." He spoke, the largest and most mischievous smirk on his face.

"You are all dismissed, we will reconvene at 0900 for briefing."

The chatter between the pilots rose as they gathered their things and left the room. I saw them forming their little cliques even as they walked out the door.

Once they all left, I turned to face Hangman, who also turned to me with a smile. We embraced each other in a happy hug. He picked me up and shook me around roughly, causing me to laugh.

"It's so good to see you." Hangman sighed, putting me down on the ground.

"I know. I'm very happy to have some company." I hummed as we headed for the designated instructors cafeteria. Hangman held every door open for me on the way.

"That's right. When did Bradshaw leave?" He asked.

"About 3 weeks ago." Rooster had gotten deployed out on a stealth mission about two months after the previous mission ended. He had been my crutch the last couple months while I was recovering physically. He did everything I asked of him. If I even looked cold he jumped up to get a blanket just in case I need it.

Being around so much I found myself visiting Maverick very often. Spending time together outside of flying was beneficial to our relationship. We got to know so much more about each other. Maverick, Rooster and I had a sit down talk about our relationships and how everyone was feeling. It seemed like nobody could come to an agreement until Rooster pulled Maverick aside to talk to him privately. I still don't know what he said, but it seemed to do the trick.

Living with someone is a big jump for any relationship. We definitely had our fits, but rooster and I made it work. I had become closer to him, closer than I had thought because now that he was gone, I was struggling with maneuvering around his empty house.

"Are you still living with him?" The questions Hangman asked were short and he didn't seem that interested in knowing. It seemed to me like he was just trying to make conversation.

"Yes. But now that I'm healed I can start looking for a house. I already contacted a couple of agents."

"And the settlement?" Hangman asked.

I nodded. "Signed it. There was no lawsuit." Hangman scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I would have sued the ass off of those idiots. They wouldn't have a company left to produce from."

I laughed and shook my head. "Oh trust me, they're thanking a higher power that it was me instead of you."

"How's your back? Can I see?" Hangman asked as we sat down at a table together after getting our food.

I pulled out my phone and pulled up a picture that was taken and showed it to him. "The doctor said there will be minimal scaring, if any. But I'm practically good as new."

Hangman smiled at the picture then back up at me. "It looks fantastic. I assume you're doing well?"

I poked at my food a little bit, taking a deep breath. "Physically, yes I'm fine. But mentally, I'm having some blockage." I admitted sheepishly.

Hangman waved his hand dismissively. "You're the toughest woman I know, you'll over come it. What's going on?" He asked, shoveling a spoon full of eggs into his mouth.

I hesitated to say it, the words wouldn't choke out of my mouth. It was too embarrassing. "Hey," Hangman seemed to notice because he reached a hand over to me and touched my shoulder. He took his hand and moved it to my face, gently encouraging me to look at him. His face now showed genuine concern. "What's going on?" He asked more seriously this time.

"I haven't gotten back in a plane yet." Every time I heard a plane go by or saw one take off from the base my heartbeat would quicken. I could feel the singe on my back and my body go cold. I couldn't look at a plane without hearing the explosion echoing in my ears.

Hangman's face fell to shock. "Y/n."

"I've been seeing a therapist for it but it's not helping. And Rooster has been nothing less than perfect helping me but with this, but I think I need someone to push me. Rooster and Maverick won't do it, I know them."

"If you're not ready then you shouldn't do it. You need time to heal." Hangman grabbed my hand comfortingly.

"I'm out of time. How am I supposed to be an instructor here if I can't fly a plane?" I was frustrated with myself, burying my head in my hands I let out a exaggerated sigh.

Hangman took his hand and rubbed my shoulder in a comforting way as I tried to overcome my own mental blockage. "So you want me to help you get back in the air?" Hangman asked.

"Yes. I know you won't baby me. You'll tell me to suck it up and just do it. Which honestly, I think is what I need."

I appreciated the comforting shoulder rub. The stress of starting the next Top Gun class and not flying a plane was really getting to me.

"Okay. I've got an idea." He finally said.

"Really?" I asked looking over at him.

He nodded. "I do actually. We can start today or tomorrow."

I smiled and started to bite at the insides of my cheeks, a nervous tick I had. I bounced my leg up and down. "Today. I'm not ready right now, but maybe after our session?"

Hangman smiled and me and heaved himself out of his chair. "Come on, it's almost 9."

I began to gather my things as I stood up from my seat. I was walking to throw my trash away when I suddenly remembered a question I had been meaning to ask. "Oh! What are you doing tomorrow night?"

Hangman closed the door behind us as we entered the hallway. "Well, considering you asked me to come here, I'm available at your expense. Why do you ask?"

"Well Mav is giving this speech at an event tomorrow night and he was gifted two extra tickets. Since Rooster isn't here I thought you might like to come."

Hangman looked down at me with a large smile. "Will there be alcohol?"

I rolled my eyes. "Free dinner and a cash bar."

"Well, I'm sold then. Thank you for the invite."

"You're welcome. But it is a black tie event, so a suit or your formal uniform would be expected." I added.

Hangman winced at the mentioning of the attire. "Sounds like I might need to do some shopping."

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Our training session for the day went well for everybody who wasn't one of the students. I knew hangman would give them the best challenge, but I didn't think he would have this much fun.

One after another I watched as the pilots came back looking defeated. I chuckled at my small victory of bringing in the right man for the job.

Hangman and I met in the screening room to go over the notes that he made about each of the students while he was flying with them.

"Of course, you'll get a better feel for them tomorrow when we're up in the air." Hangman winked at me. I suddenly felt my heart sink, remembering I agreed to flying tonight. The feeling must have reflected on my face based on Hangman's reaction.

"Hey, don't worry. You won't even have to lift a finger. I'll do all the work. Now come on, let's get your ass in the sky." Hangman patted my shoulder encouragingly and we made our way towards the door. When we entered the hangar and moved onto the runway, I saw a Tandem plane loaded up and ready for takeoff.

"Why is there a two seater on the runway?" I asked. Hangman looked at me and raised his eyebrow. He took his pointer finger and pointed to himself and said "one," then he took his finger and poked me in the chest. "Two! Come on Wolf. Told you you wouldn't have to lift a finger."

I felt my heartbeat quicken in my chest the closer we got to the plane. My breathing quickened and I felt the need to shake my hands, like physically shaking them would shake away the nervousness.

"Hangman."

"Come on wolf, you got it." He encouraged, putting on his helmet and then putting mine on top of my head for me.

My head was spinning out of control, I couldn't focus on anything other than my pounding heartbeat in my ears.

"Hey, y/n." Hangman's voice pulled me out of my trance. "You can do this. I will be there the whole time. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

His words were reassuring to me. I finally let go of the breath that was trapped in my chest and nodded my head. Hangman helped me into the backseat of the plane and made sure I was comfortable before climbing into the plane himself.

"Ground control this is hangman, requesting clearance for takeoff."

"Hangman, you are cleared for takeoff."

The plane drove out onto the runway and the engines began to warm up with that familiar whine. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and tried to focus on my breathing. I thought my heart was going to explode as we began our ascent into the sky. I was too focused on what I was feeling and trying to calm myself down that I hadn't realized that we leveled out.

"I hope you brought a camera with you because this sunset is beautiful." Hangman's voice spoke in my ear.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful array of orange and pink colors cascading over the cloudless sky. The sun was a vibrant orange color that reflected off the surface of the ocean in the distance.

In that moment there was silence. Comforting silence that brought peace. The peace you feel being in a familiar environment, an environment that you love. Suddenly, in that moment, I remember every reason why I did this. I remembered the feeling of my first flight all over again. This was what I was meant to do. This was my life, my passion.

"You okay back there?" Hangman asked through the intercom.

"I am. Thank you Jake." I replied sincerely.

The first person I wanted to tell was Rooster. The weird thing was, I haven't gotten a text back from him in three days. I understand how busy these things can get but it still had me worried. I sent him the picture anyway, proud of my accomplishment.

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sarahsmi13s · 3 months

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"Little", "honey", "boss" for the wip game if you are up for it 🩷

oh hi nonny!! of course i'm up for it!

little - One Last Valentine (Duckie Blurb)

Polaroid pictures and photo booth strips with little love notes penciled in the margins or on the back, each one capturing a moment in time, forever frozen on their smiling faces.

honey - Lieutenant Rogers Part 8

“Honey,” Neil said gently to announce his presence before he touched your shoulders.

boss - Untitled Charlie Young x Assistant!Reader

You laughed, “Boss, just because you throw your phone-” You walked over to it and picked it up, “Doesn’t mean your schedule goes away.”

send me a word, or multiple, and i'll let you know if it's in a WIP!

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kippykasey · 1 year

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Grace - Chapter 10: The Train

Pairing: Howard Stark x F!Reader , Bucky x Reader [Eventually]

Word Count: 1600

Series Summary: A young nurse is recruited by Dr. Abraham Erskine to join the SSR to assist on Project Rebirth. Following her work with the SSR she is drafted into the US Army Nurse Corps in the war against the Nazis…and HYDRA.

Chapter Warnings: its the train scene of CATFA

Author’s Note: This chapter is about half the size of a normal chapter? But I am honestly so emotionally drain from writing it. Next chapter will be longer and we will only have 2 chapters left before moving on from CATFA.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs they are either found on google or under the gif tag provided by tumblr. Any language other than English was translated using Google Translator, and translations will be posted in bolden italics after. I am not a nurse or in the medical field although I may do some research medical treatment written may not be correct.

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The camp was tense on the cold, snowy morning of the last mission. More specifically Grace was tense. She had been ranting in German about her worries. If she wasn’t ranting in German she was repeatedly humming ‘Amazing Grace’ as she did anything and everything she could to distract herself. She reorganized her medical backpack three times; completely unpacking and repacking the bag. Taking apart and reassembling both her pistol and rifle while cleaning each to perfection only seen in an unused firearm.

Charlie and Maxine watched from a distance. Charlie biting at her bottom lip in worry for her friend who has been off all morning. Maxine puffed at a cigarette to deal with the second hand stress and anxiety she was feeling from being around the head nurse. Monty walked up to stand behind the two nurses observing the head nurse as she packed away her personal items into her crate.

“Is she still rambling in German?” He asked the two. Charlie looked up at him before nodding. “Gracie’s been humming Amazing Grace for twenty minutes now.”

“Scheisse.” Shit.

The German curse leaving the nurse’s mouth drew the three over to her and down at the spilled box of hair pins. Grace lowered to her knees to pick up as many of the pins she could salvage from the snow. The three watching took notice of the Sergeant that approached her. Bucky rested his hand on the nurse’s shoulder but in her tense state she didn’t fully connect the dots that he wasn’t there to hurt her as she used her body weight to pull him from behind her and onto the ground in front of her with nothing but her small hand to protect her.

“Whoa! Easy, Sugar! It’s me, it’s just me!” Bucky quickly holds his hands up to block any attempt of attack from her. It was the shimmer of his blue eyes that alerted her mind that he was friendly that she lowered her raised hand. Her head dropped, shoulders sagging as she seemed to curl inward. It was a position Bucky had seen her in before, back when they were held captive by Hydra. Buck sat up, his hair falling from the combed back position to in front of his face.

“Come here,” He spoke gently, it was calming. His arms moved slowly, as if approaching a wounded animal, as he drew her in closer. She leaned into his arms, the tension and stress that took over her body moments ago quickly leaving her. It was blocked out as if being in Bucky’s arms was a shield. His arms had brought her comfort so many times that they had become a place of safety. “Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it.” She muttered against his shoulder where her head was resting against.

“Nothing is going to go wrong, sugar.” His hand caressed the back of her neck, his thumb rubbing gently at the nape of her neck so he didn’t mess up her hair. “You’re okay. You’ve been speaking German all morning.” Her head lifted from his shoulder, her eyes glazed over, was she really talking in German all morning? Why couldn’t she remember that?

“It’s okay, you’re worried and scared it’s okay.” His voice stayed so soft and it was like a wave of reassurance. She nods her head slowly. The crunching of the snow was purposeful to gain the pair’s attention. They looked up at Steve dressed in his Captain America suit, without the head covering. “We’re getting ready to head out. Charlie and Maxine are ready for any injuries. I guessed you would be coming with us?” Steve explained his eyes glancing at the nurse. “You would be stupid if you think I’m letting you boys go with out a medic on standby that far away from base.”

Steve sighed hoping she would have changed her mind but nodded his head. Bucky stood first before offering his hand to help up the nurse. The three went to gather the remainder of their items before they left on their hike up the mountain to the lookout point where they would wait for the train.

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

Jim set up a radio which Gabe and him listened to. The others sitting or standing around waiting. Bucky stood next to Steve looking down at the train tracks, the zip line just above them. Grace, staying behind the two, leaned up on her toes to look down towards the tracks that seemed to double for a second as she took in the drop.

“Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?” Bucky’s voice seemed to carry slightly in the open air despide the quiet tone.

“Yeah, and I threw up?” Steve added remembering the moment his best friend was talking about clearly.

“This isn’t payback is it?” Bucky’s question made the nurse huff out a laugh. “If this was payback for that, you got it with interest.” She let out a small laugh patting Bucky’s shoulder just below where his rifle was resting. Barnes turns his head to look down at her. She noticed a smile in his eyes, a lightness to them, even if he wasn’t physically smiling.

“Now why would I do that?” Rogers comments turning to look up at where the zip line was secured.

Gabe spoke up, catching everyone’s attention. “You were right. Dr. Zola’s on the train. Hydra dispatcher gave him permission to open up the throttle.” The three stepped away from the edge and over towards where Jim and Jones sat with the radio. “Wherever he’s going, they must need him bad.”

Steve looked over at Bucky and Grace. He turned away, putting his helmet on as everyone began to prepare for the train. Monty keeps watch through a pair of binoculars. Grace tightened the straps on her bag. Bucky grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Be careful.” She smiled up at him, “Don’t worry soldier boy. I’m staying towards the back.”

“Let’s get going, because they’re moving like the devil.” Monty instructs seeing the train speeding into sight.

Steve moved to the front attaching the first zip line handle bar to the line. He looks over his shoulder to give instructions. Jacques hand raised ready to signal his descent. “We only got about a 10 second window. You miss that window, we're bugs on a windshield.”

“And I may be good but I’m not an angel.” The nurse adds shifting from where she was standing behind Dugan.

“Better get moving bugs!” Dugan yelled over the sudden gust of wind.

On Jacques French exclamation and drop of hand Steve was off the mountain ledge. Bucky followed behind within a second. After Bucky one other person went then it was supposed to be Grace’s turn but as she stepped forward she didn’t bother to even swing the handlebar up. She had missed the window. In frustration she tossed the handlebar down before going over to Monty to take the binoculars and try to watch from afar.

Dugan stepped up behind the nurse afraid she might act erratically if something goes wrong. He wrapped his hand around the straps of her bag as she took a step too close to the edge for his comfort. “They have those crazy powered guns.” She comments on seeing the blast.

The train was moving out of sight and Grace hurried to move around the mountain so she could keep watch. She stumbled in the snow and when she raised the binoculars again the only thing she could see was the back of the Captain America uniform hanging out of a whole in the train reaching for a plummeting person. A small yell left her mouth as she dropped the binoculars in shock. Her knees gave out and she fell to the snow ground below. That was how Dugan found her when he caught up. Together they headed back to camp where Charlie and Maxine instantly were able to tell by how Grace was acting that something went wrong.

Charlie stepped forward as Maxine took the bag off of the head medic. As if the bag was holding her together the moment it was off the dam brook and sobs took over. Charlie pulled her into a hug. “You’re okay.” The nurse shook her head. “No. No. He’s gone. Why him?” She sobbed into Charlie’s shoulder.

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

Dr. Zola was successfully captured at the end of the mission. He was transferred to a SSR prison where he would be interrogated by Philips. Meanwhile Steve and Grace had found themselves in their own grief ridden states. The nurse had been taken to the lodgings given to Howard, who upon seeing her so distraught awkwardly did his best to comfort the woman but ultimately ended up leaving to give her space.

The nurse spent hours in her thoughts just wondering if she had made it down if she could have saved Bucky from the fall. It was torture but she finally decided she needed to let it out. So she did, into the first pages of leather bound journal Bucky got her for her birthday. Her hand danced across the page and the ink was sometimes smudged by the occasional tear drop.

What started as the ‘what if’s her brain kept going through slowly drifted into a new burning passion to end Hydra. With her new goal in mind she stood from her seat and hurried out of the room on her way to find the one person who would understand her the most at the moment, Steve.

#grace #bucky barns x reader #catfa #howard stark x reader #howling commandos #bucky barnes #steve rogers

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queenshelby · 2 years

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Oppenheimer (Part 16)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Covid

Words: 1,689

Please interact and comment to keep it going. I always love to know what you think.

Within seconds, you both managed to untangle yourself from each other and straighten yourself up, just in time for the trailer door to open.

You walked over towards the sink and washed your hands while you watched Mathew, one of the crew members, walk inside followed by two young men.

“Hey dad” the youngest of the two young men said before walking over towards Cillian and giving him a quick hug.

“You arrived early” Cillian said surprised and it was at this point that Mathew informed him that their flight landed at LAX half an hour earlier than expected.

“I tried to call you when we got in but didn’t get the roaming to work. This bloody new phone is a real pain in the arse” the older one of his sons then said but, unlike the younger one, he didn’t go on to hug his father voluntarily.

“That’s alright. Now, don’t I get a hug?” Cillian teased before pulling his older son towards him jokingly and hugging him firmly.

“Jesus dad, can you possibly be a little more embarrassing?” the young man said, causing Cillian to laugh.

“Actually yes, I can. Do you want me to show you?” Cillian responded jokingly before introducing you to both of his sons, Charlie and Max.

“Nice to meet you” you said before shaking both of their hands nervously. Whilst you knew that they were arriving today, meeting Cillian’s sons like this was not what you had expected and you were a little taken by how much they looked just like their father.

Max was the eldest, having recently turned 19, and his eyes were as blue as his father’s eyes. He was slender and covered in freckles, just like Cillian.

Charlie, on the other hand, had green eyes but was also a spitting image of his father with light brown hair and full lips.

YOUR POV

You talked with Cillian and the boys for a little until, eventually, Cillian’s break was over and he had to return to work, filming for the remainder of the afternoon.

“Sorry guys, I will need to get Mathew to take you back to the apartment. We are already behind schedule and work is calling” Cillian said and his sons appeared somewhat disappointed. They had expected their father to be off for two days when they arrived but, since he had contracted COVID-19 the week prior to their arrival, filming was pushed back.

“That’s alright dad. We will see you later” Charlie said, knowing what had happened after having spoken to his father while he was in isolation, but you had an idea to keep them entertained.

“Do you want me to show them around the studio Cills?” you offered and Cillian couldn’t help but nod and smile.

Whilst his sons didn’t require someone to look after them, they didn’t have the appropriate clearance to wander around set on their own and who better to show them around than the director’s daughter.

“If you have time, that would be amazing Y/N. Thanks” Cillian said politely and when both of his sons nodded eagerly, you took them under your wing and followed Cillian out of his trailer.

You didn’t know much about the filming technology and resumes of the cast but you knew enough to impress Cillian’s two sons.

Max, in particular, seemed amazed by what you had to explain and he followed you like a quiet shadow.

“So, you are dad’s assistant, are you?” he asked and you didn’t quite know how to respond to this question. All you knew was that you couldn’t tell him the truth.

“His assistant is sick. She also contracted COVID, so I am stepping in. I don’t think I am very good at it though” you laughed, causing Max to smile at you.

Unbelievably he also had the same bright smile as his father and it was adorable.

“Well, dad should be easy to look after. He is a pretty normal guy even though he can be a little embarrassing at times” Max reassured you and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Embarrassing? How so?” you asked curiously.

“He makes the worst dad jokes and doesn’t know how to use Snapchat properly. It’s pretty lame but he can also be pretty cool, you know…” Max laughed and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What’s Snapchat?” you then asked teasingly and both Max and Charlie pulled a rather familiar face at you, cocking their eyebrows.

“Oh my, you both look like your father right now, looking at me like this” you told them somewhat amused but Max wasn’t amused by your comment at all. He hated being compared to his father and told you that he gets comments like this all the time.

“People tell me all the time that I look like a younger version of my dad, without the grey hair and wrinkles. It can get pretty annoying” Max went on to say and you immediately began laughing.

“I think there is a little similarity between you and your father but you should really take it as a compliment” you told Max and received yet another eyeroll from him, causing you to change the topic before showing them both the best part of the studio. The free buffet.

***

At the buffet, you introduced Max and Charlie to Florence Pugh and you could see that Cillian’s youngest son Charlie was rather star struck by her.

“Excuse him Y/N. Florence is the fantasy of his wildest dreams ever since he saw her in the latest Marvel movie” Max explained to you as you both watched Charlie try and form a coherent sentence while speaking to the famous actress.

“Good to know” you laughed but this wasn’t all Max had to say.

“The fact that dad gets to make out with her in front of the camera really grosses him out which, I think, is understandable” Max laughed and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Well, that’s part of the job” you told him before asking him whether there was someone he would really like to meet.

“Not really. This is perfect” Max reassured you with a smile.

“This is perfect? Like, walking around the studio somewhat uncoordinated?” you joked, knowing that you weren’t probably the best tour guide.

“No, walking around the studio with you and you explaining everything to us. It’s perfect. Thank you” Max said and you couldn’t help but gasp. Was he just being polite or was he trying to flirt with you, you wondered?

“You are welcome” you said nervously before continuing your tour with Cillian’s sons in tow.

***

Later that day, when Cillian arrived at his apartment at around 8 o’clock with three pizzas and a six pack of beer, his sons greeted him from the living room.

They both had settled in nicely and were rather hungry already after not eating much at the free buffet.

“Please tell me it’s not Florence Pugh you are seeing” Charlie said as he aimed one of your hair ties at Cillian and shot it towards him.

“What the…?” Cillian began to say and both of his sons began to laugh.

“There is a second toothbrush in the bathroom, several hair ties on the shelf and an empty box of contraceptive patches in your bedroom” Max observed and Cillian nervously placed the pizza boxes on the kitchen counter and sat down on the lounge, next to his son Charlie.

“You know that, when your mother and I divorced…” he went on to say, but Charlie immediately interrupted his father.

“Dad, it’s okay. You can be with other women. Just not Florence Pugh” Charlie said, causing his brother Max to laugh before he snatched himself a beer from the six pack Cillian had left on the kitchen counter.

“The legal drinking age is 21 here, mate” Cillian reminded his eldest son before reassuring Charlie that he was not involved with Florence Pugh.

“So don’t tell anyone that I had a beer then dad and, as far as Florence Pugh is concerned, isn’t she seeing someone who is your age?” Max asked and, when Cillian confirmed this to be the case, his sons were rather disturbed by that and engaged in an entire conversation about age gap relationships.

“I think that, if two people like each other and there is chemistry, age doesn’t really matter” Cillian argued, defending his co-star’s choices and his own before serving up some pizzas.

“Talking about chemistry and age, how old is Y/N?” Max asked with great curiosity.

“She just turned 25. Why?” Cillian asked, wondering whether his sons were on to him.

“Well, I think she is rather attractive and I was thinking about asking her out on a date” Max said and, before he had even finished his sentence, Cillian choked on his piece of pizza.

“No” he gasped quickly while trying to cough up the piece of food that, clearly, had slipped down the wrong way.

“Why not?” Max asked and when Cillian had finally stopped coughing, he responded.

“Because Y/N is off limits Max. You cannot ask her out” Cillian said firmly.

“But why?” Max asked again.

“Firstly, she is Christopher Nolan’s daughter. He is the director of the movie and that makes her off limits. And, secondly, she’s too old for you” Cillian explained.

“You just said that, when two people like each other and there is chemistry between them, then age doesn’t matter” Max reminded his father.

“Forget what I said Max. You are not asking Y/N Nolan out on a date. Are we clear?” Cillian asked and, when his son finally nodded in agreement, he sighed with relief.

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Casting Couch {Charlie Barber x Reader}

author’s notes: hello, hello! I was driving home from work the other day and this idea just suddenly took over my entire thought process. so, naturally, I went ahead and wrote it up :)

warnings (what you see here is what you’ll get!): smut. the enemy of my enemy is my ally (with benefits). p in v sex. protected sex. rough oral sex. cum- swallowing.

(possible) tw’s: semi-public sex.

word count: 3.2k

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Two Years Ago.

“Y/N...she fucking did it again.” Nicole says as she barges through the door of hers and Charlie’s shared brownstone. “She got the fucking TV gig.”

Charlie’s eyebrows furrow a bit before looking up at his wife with an empathetic expression, setting the notebook and pen he’d been using down on the coffee table.

“Bummer. I really thought you had it in the bag.” He says, elbows on his thighs as he leans forward a bit, folding his hands. “There will be other roles; I wouldn’t worry too much. You win some, you lose some; that’s how it goes in this industry. You’ve taken plenty of roles from her.”

She sighs, nodding. “Yeah, I know, but this one I was excited about. And I really thought I had it, too. It just stung a little extra, you know?”

Her husband nods, patting the seat next to him on the couch. “C’mere, sit with me. We’ll have a glass of wine.”

Nicole gives somewhat of a dreadful grimace, a clear sign she really wasn’t interested. Charlie’s been noticing this for the past few months, her disinterest in being with him as much as she usually was, but he figured it was just her being tired. She’s been doing a lot of odd jobs to make some ends meet lately, so it’s probably a result of that.

“Are you sure?” He asks, a twang of longing sadness in his voice.

She nods. “Yeah, I’m just gonna go lay down for a bit.”

Charlie just nods, picking back up his notebook and pen, continuing to review and add to his notes from the day.

“Let me know if you need anything.” He calls after her. “I love you.”

She only offers him a small smile over her shoulder in return before emerging into their bedroom, closing the door immediately behind her.

Present Day.

It feels strange, holding auditions for a female lead. He hasn’t had to do so in almost a decade; just yet another reminder of how much of his life has changed just in the past year.

The divorce had been painful, stressful, and he was honestly more relieved than anything when it finally came to a close, despite it not really turning out the way he’d hoped for in terms of custody over Henry.

Luckily, he’s dove deeper into his one true love, directing, as a way to cope with the loss of everything he’d worked so hard to build for himself; the marriage, the 'American dream’ family and home he wished he’d had growing up.

Now, after six months of weekly therapy appointments and keeping himself busy with work, he’s feeling more like the old Charlie he was back before everything went to shit. Actually, he’s feeling like an even better version of that Charlie, the best version of himself there’s been in a while, perhaps even before he met and married Nicole.

The first audition comes onstage and Charlie can’t decide what’s worse, her off-pitch singing or her monotonous speaking voice.

God, this was going to be a long fucking day.

You’d heard through the grapevine that the famed Broadway director had moved here to LA, and that he’d divorced his witch of a wife, Nicole.

Nicole Barber had been your biggest rival ever since you swiped that first movie role away from her. She hates you, and you don’t particularly like her, either, thus your rivalry began. And it was pretty heated, too; the two of you were always trying to one-up each other.

It really was a back-and-forth battle, her swiping roles from you, you returning the favor; it was a game, to put it simply. Although lately, you’ve been getting more roles than she has, not that you’re complaining, and there’s a part of you that hopes she quits the business for good.

Word got around that Charlie is heading his first LA Broadway production and what better way to hit Nicole close to home than to show up at her ex-husband’s auditions? Even better, what if you got the female lead in her ex-husband’s production? Oh god, that would be fantastic, not only for the rivalry but also for your career.

You’ve been looking to branch out into more theater roles, and this is as good an opportunity as to dip your toe in the theater world water. Plus, you’re not necessarily complaining about having the chance to look at and work with Charlie Barber every day...

So you prepared your piece of dialogue and a section of one of the choice songs, heading over to the theater fifteen minutes before your set audition time. Your knee bounces as you sit in the waiting area, eyes running over your script and lyrics sheet one final time, solidifying it all in your memory.

Your name is called a few minutes later and you head out onto the stage, handing over your headshot and qualifications resume. The agent hands over your profile to the handsome director, but he doesn’t even really look at it, already knowing exactly who you are. A small smirk grazes his lips as he flips to a new page of his notebook, clicking the top of his pen.

“Whenever you’re ready, Miss Y/N.”

After you’re finished, Charlie scribbles one final thing in his notebook before looking up at you. His eyes trail over your figure for a moment, another smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Would you be comfortable coming back for a more intimate audition later this week? Maybe, Friday at four? I would like to get to know you better, see if you meet all of my... qualifications.”

The look in his eye tells you all you need to know about the true motivations behind his question. You nod, biting your lip.

“It’d be my absolute pleasure, Mr. Barber.” You purr.

He shifts in his seat suddenly and quickly crosses one leg over the other before opening up your folder, handing the top sheet to his assistant.

“Diane, go ahead and have Miss Y/N put down all of her contact information.” His gaze never leave you as he speaks to the timid-seeming young woman. “Make sure she gives her personal cell number.”

You pull a pen from your bag on the stage, clicking it open before Diane hands you the paper. As you write every means of contact you can think of, starting with your cell number, you playfully bite the end of the pen and tap it against your bottom lip, something that certainly keeps the already attentive director’s full attention.

“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Barber.” Your tone is innocent-sounding, but your gaze is anything but. It sends a chill down Charlie’s spine. “I promise I won’t disappoint.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t.” A small tug at one corner of his lip accompanies his response. “See you soon, Miss Y/N.”

You offer him a nod.

“Looking forward to it.”

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In preparation for your upcoming...meeting with Charlie, you take a quick trip to the nearest intimates store, picking up a pretty little lace bra and panty set. Your lingerie wardrobe is long overdue for a bit of sprucing up, anyway.

When the time comes, you slip the fresh lace garments on before putting on your planned outfit, a cute-but-subtly-sexy low cut romper. You put on a light face of makeup, purely for professionalism’s sake, then head out with a small bag which contains various personal items as well as your script and composition page.

He’s not in his backstage office when you arrive, but he comes in a couple minutes later, a strong stench of cigarette smoke trailing behind him as he walks by your chair.

“I apologize for the delay. You weren’t waiting long, were you?”

You shake your head as he takes a seat behind the ratty oak desk, shifting a few small stacks of papers around on the heavily scratched surface.

“No, no I wasn’t waiting long.”

He nods, then folds his hands atop the desk, eyes flickering up to meet yours. For a moment, his eyes dart down to where your cleavage creeps out of your low-cut top.

“You’ve got the part.” Charlie says with a small smile. “You’re by far the best and most qualified audition we had yesterday, and I like the way you carry yourself. You’re exactly the type of person I like working with. Part’s yours if you want it.”

You’re overcome with joy, a wide smile spreading itself across your lips. “I’d love to be a part of this production, Mr. Barber. I’m really excited to get to work with you and the rest of the crew.”

“That’s great, I’m glad to hear it.” He nods, smile widening when as he processes your acceptance. His delighted expression falls after a few moments, replaced by one much more salacious.

“Now that we’ve gotten that part out of the way...I think you know why I called a meeting of such, uh, privacy.”

You smirk softly, shifting around in your seat slightly. “I believe I do.”

His feet plant on the ground as he pushes the rolling office chair out from under the desk, standing up and walking around the desk to tower over you.

“Before anything happens, though, I want you to know that whether or not you do this with me will not affect my casting decision. Even if you decline, you still have the part.”

You nod before standing, quickly and swiftly, stepping forward to press yourself flush against him.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

Your hands rest on his chest, neck craning slightly to look up at him. “Just kiss me, will you?”

He laughs, massive hand moving to cradle the back of your head before he bends down and connects your lips in a passionate kiss. There’s nothing tender or gentle about this embrace, it’s all tongue and teeth, raw lust coursing between your two bodies.

“Couch.” His voice is soft but husky.

“Unzip me first?” You ask, turning around so he can unzip you. He does, then his hands slide down to your hips and pushes you towards the leather couch tucked in the corner of his office.

The material squeaks when you’re laid down on top of it, head resting comfortably on the cushy fabric accent pillow as he climbs on top of you. He presses his hips forward while he tucks his face into the crook of your neck and plants kisses on the skin there.

Your eyes widen as his impressive bulge rubs up against your inner thigh and you quickly wonder how in the world you’ll be able to take him. His crooked teeth scrape over the taut muscles in your neck while his hands pull the backs of your romper down over your shoulders.

His hands grab and grope your breasts beneath where they rest in your nice bra, one you wore just for him, and your back arches slightly up off the cushions with a soft sigh.

A small smile crosses his expression, teeth sinking gently into your neck. “I like the little noises you make for me, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You smirk, running your hands through his hair. “Then I bet you’ll like my moans, too. If you think you can draw them out of me, that is.”

He laughs softly, sucking and licking at at the place his teeth have just abused. “Is that a challenge?”

“Well, it’s more like an invitation to prove yourself, but ‘challenge’ is also a good word for it.”

Charlie pulls away with a smirk, shaking his head as he sits back on his haunches and begins to unbuckle his belt.

“Brat.”

Once he’s undone his pants and pulled them down enough to expose himself to you, he leans down once more and pulls your romper the rest of the way off, leaving you completely bare, minus your undergarments. His eyes roam your figure for a moment before he dips a hand beneath the patch of black fabric nestled between your thighs.

Your breath hitches as his fingertips swipe over your erect clit, giving it a few little circles before yanking the panties off your hips and down your ankles, tossing them down alongside your previously-discarded romper.

His eyes widen in realization, cheeks flushing pink.

“Do you have any, um, protection?”

You smirk, nodding as you sit up and pat his chest. “Indeed, I do.”

He crawls off of you and you walk over to your purse, grabbing a condom from the mini-stash you keep in your wallet, the one you replenished just minutes before you left the house this afternoon. He takes it from you and pinches the tip, rolling it down his shaft. For a moment, you’re worried that it isn’t going to fit, but he rolls it on with little issue.

His hips press forward, then, entering you slowly but steadily with a soft grunt. You whine as your insides stretch out around him, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. “S-Shit.”

“You’re really fucking tight, jesus.” He growls between gritted teeth, jaw screwed shut as his hips begin to move. “I haven’t fffucked anyone in a while, Y/N, so I can’t guarantee that I’ll last very long.”

You nod, softly. “It’s alright, Charlie; it’s been a little while for muh--me, too.”

Your eyes flutter shut and your face begins to scrunch up with each time his fat cockhead brushes up against your cervix. His pace increases after a minute or so, a consistent slap-slap-slap noise now echoing off the drywall with each snap of his hips.

“You’ve got a nice little pussy, you know that? Always knew you would be, too, knew you’d be a good little cccocksleeve.”

You moan shakily as he adjusts his position, towering over you and pinning your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. Your body begins to bounce, tits, thighs and tummy jiggling each time he thrusts in.

He’s starting to sweat, a few dark hairs sticking to his dimly-glowing forehead, more and more accumulating there as his hair rocks back and forth in time with the rhythm of his hips.

“Touch yourself, now, rrrub your little clit.” His voice is getting shaky as he draws nearer to climax.

Nodding, your hand slides down between your joined bodies until your fingertips settle onto the small bundle of nerves. The hand that’s still weaved in Charlie’s locks clenches and he lets out a sudden deep growl, hips stuttering for a moment.

“Ooooh, Charlie.” You moan, hips lifting and gyrating against both his cock and your fingers.

“God, fffuck I love this cunt.” A vulgar squelching sound knits itself within the quilt of your salacious symphony. “Wrapped around my cock like a vice, gonna pull the fucking cum right out of it. Swear you get tighter each time I push back in...christ, I’m not gonna last.”

Your fingers circle your clit faster, setting a desperate pace, one that almost matches his quick and sloppy thrusts. You’re close now, too, and it doesn’t take much longer for your orgasm to hit.

You cream around him with a long moan and a string of various other noises, with a few profanities thrown in as well. The product of your release coats his shaft in a pearlescent sheen, dripping down his ball-sack soon enough.

The sensations your climax creates around Charlie forces him to pull away almost immediately after, quickly yanking the condom off and onto his office floor, squeezing the base of his flaming red length.

His hand seizes your jaw tightly, thumb pressing down on your tongue, prying your mouth open. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth and shove my cum down your throat, and you’re gonna take it all, isn’t that right?”

You’re nodding instantly, slacking your jaw to open even further in preparation for his upcoming intrusion. He smirks.

“Good. Now, on your knees.”

He sits down where you once laid, lazily pumping his throbbing length as you get into position between his spread legs. He pulls your hair up into a makeshift ponytail with his hand, then lines you up with his cock and eases your mouth down onto him.

“Thaaaaaat’s it, oh, gooooood girl.”

You start gagging about three quarters of the way down his shaft, but he still keeps pushing until you’ve got the whole thing in your mouth. Your jaw’s already getting sore as he begins thrusting upwards, fucking your mouth.

Tears swell in your eyes and begin to spill down your cheeks the more he goes, mascara surely ruined and running down your face. The sight only arouses him further, a low groan rumbling through his puffed chest.

He’s trying so hard to keep himself together, to stave off his orgasm for as long as he can manage, but soon he finds it next to impossible to hold back. His bottom lip quivers ever so slightly as his length begins to twitch, balls drawing up.

“Fuck, I’m gonna--”

You taste and feel the salty ropes shooting down your throat before he can even finish his warning.

“Ah, fffuuuuck.” His head falls back against the couch cushions, hips bucking gently as each bit of release is spilled into your mouth. His grip on your head relaxes after he’s finished, cock softening while he catches his breath and re-grounds himself in reality.

Your chest heaves as full airflow returns to your lungs, knees and jaw aching a bit sore from their exertion. You grab your underwear from where they lay discarded on top of your romper, putting them back on before standing up on somewhat shaky legs.

Charlie also redresses, standing and straightening himself out as you do the same.

“Mind zipping me back up?” You ask, turning around again.

He pulls the zipper up your back until it’s at the end of its tracks, then steps up behind you, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade.

“Thank you.”

A soft smile grazes your lips. “No ‘thanks’ needed; the sweet taste of revenge and spite is payment enough.”

He laughs quietly.

“Well, I’ll certainly be available, should you ever need a little replenishing of those feelings.”

“Mr. Barber, you wouldn’t be saying that because you’d like to see me naked again, now would you?” Your eyebrows raise and you look over your shoulder, a playful smile on your face.

He laughs again, blushing a bit. “Uh, yeah, sure, I'd like that a lot. But I’d also like to see you, um...not naked, fully clothed, maybe at a restaurant in the city for dinner sometime? I totally get it if you’re not interested, it’s not a big deal if you don’t want to...”

Holy shit, he’s asking you out on a date. Well, he’s trying to, at least.

You laugh, cheeks warming at his proposition.

“Sure thing. I just accepted this new job, though, so I’ll have to get back to you about my availability...”

Charlie smiles, shoving his hands down in his khaki pockets. “I’m sure your new boss would be more than willing to accommodate. He’s a pretty cool guy, or so I’ve heard. Handsome, too.”

“Oh yeah? Sounds like you have a reliable informant.” You turn around as you laugh softly, grabbing your bag off the chair before stepping up in front of him. Your lips plant a quick peck on his, hands resting on his broad chest. “See you soon.”

He nods, biting his lip to hold back his big, goofy smile.

“Can’t wait.”

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deep breath, do your job | owen joyner

requested; yes! - Could you do a Owen x reader where the reader is Owens personal assistant while filming JATP and while they are filming the reader starts catching feelings for Owen but Owen is in a relationship. Owen and his girlfriend breakup and the reader comes over to comfort Owen and Owen confesses that the reason him and his girlfriend broke up was because of the reader.

word count; 6.4K ... yeah kinda got away from me there. longest fic i’ve ever written

warnings; language, implied sexual content but no actual sex or description thereof

a/n; lol, so i just wrote from 1AM - 4AM because i’m procrastinating my child dev. project thats due today that’s worth a quarter of my grade. i really didn’t mean for this to be so long so it’s probably not this good and the ending is a lil’ rough, but oh well. hope whoever requested this likes it. i kinda do even though it’s long and only slightly proofread.

“Owen Patrick Joyner! Get your ass into hair and makeup before - oh, um, okay oops. Sorry ‘bout that. Should have knocked. I’ll just - yep, i’ll just go.”

You thought he’d be sleeping. It’s nap time for him anyway, so he should’ve been sleeping. Instead, your technically boss and definite crush, was on his trailer couch with a girl you’ve never seen before. Kissing her. Without a shirt. Yeah, you definitely need to get out of there.

You’re quick to close his door and begin to walk back to the hair and makeup trailer to tell them Owen will be a minute.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up! It’s um, it’s not, well it is, but -” He grabs your arm, causing you to turn around and face him, which, big mistake. Abort. Abort. Turn around. His post make out face is something you did not want to see. Liar.

“It’s fine Owen. What you do in your free time is not my, well, actually it is since i’m your PA, I just mean who - WHAT, what you do in your personal time, in your trailer, is not my concern. Just, you’re needed in hair and makeup like, an hour ago. So, yeah, just, get there.” You stumble over half your words and watch his face fall as you near the end of your spiel. When he lets go of your arm you’re quick to turn around and leave him alone, walking right past hair and makeup and to set where you can curl up in your chair and eat your weight in brownies, if Madi hasn’t taken them all that is. You hope he goes to get his hair done. You know you should walk with him there because if you’re not practically dragging him to where he needs to go he never gets there on time, as just witnessed. But it’s usually because he’s goofing off with Charlie, not sucking face with a random girl.

You don’t notice the brownie in your hand has crumbled until a whistle comes from behind you. You turn around a little too quickly, sending the brownie bits flying to the floor.

“Shit.” You kneel down to begin picking it up, another hand coming into help. Charlie, based on the rings adorning the fingers.

“Is Owen’s keeper okay?” You huff a laugh at the name the cast gave you a week into filming. You’re the only one who has managed to keep Owen in line since filming started, the only reason he’s ever on time for anything or actually has real food in the apartment or has his drumsticks when needed, etc. etc.

The boys didn’t want PA’s when Kenny proposed it during bootcamp, they were young adults, they didn't want to boss someone around, it felt wrong. But having more experience than the boys, Kenny vetoed how they felt and told them PA’s would help tremendously, especially on a project like this. That’s where you came in. You were trying to get into the directing and producing scene in Hollywood, you’re dream to be as good a director as Steven Spielberg or, well, Kenny Ortega. But you knew you had to start small, so you applied for a PA job on an upcoming Netflix show, getting hired within the week. Now here you are, a nineteen year old being in charge of another nineteen year old who acts more like he’s five.

In the beginning, it was purely professional. You were nothing more than his PA who got him from place A to place B in a timely fashion. But then he started to rope you into pranks with the rest of the band. He started inviting you to movie nights, and adventures to the grocery store, and ice skating with Charlie and Madi, and somewhere between helping him keep his life in order and watching him fall on his ass at the ice rink, you fell for the blonde. You know it’s a mistake, falling for him. You work for him. He’s your friend. That’s all he sees you as, but you couldn’t help it. But you’re good at compartmentalizing, so you took all the inappropriate feelings, shoved them in a box, locked the box, and hid it deep in your unconscious. You were doing well with ignoring the box, until you walked in on Owen kissing someone that wasn’t you.

“I’m fine Charlie, just, stressed. Owen was an hour late to hair and makeup so I kinda feel like a shit PA right now.” Charlie chuckles and hugs you as you both stand up.

“Please Y/N, you’re the best PA. If it weren’t for you, Owen would never know where anything is, including his head.” You laugh into his shoulder, reveling in the hug for a few more seconds. When you part, you see a flash of blonde enter the set and sigh in relief. He made it. He’s ready. You’re not fired today.

Just incredibly confused and upset.

But not fired.

“You better go, I know you’re in this scene with Owen.” Charlie nods and squeezes your shoulder once before running after Owen onto the set that holds Julie’s shed. Taking a deep breath, you try to push whatever the hell you saw ten minutes ago into your box, and get ready for the day ahead.

Four hours, six brownies, and two cookies later, Owen is officially wrapped for the day, meaning you can go home and continue to eat your feelings in ice cream. You’re quick to grab your binder full of Owen’s schedules to drop tomorrow’s off at his trailer before he sees you. You’re not really in the mood to talk to him about what happened earlier, so you fast walk to his trailer, fully intent on just leaving the paper on his counter where he’ll see it, but a brown haired, green eyed girl throws that plan right out the window.

You’re so stupid. You should’ve known she would still be here. Waiting.

“Oh, um, hi.” She says. She sounds nice. She looks nice. But when you look at her all you can see is her hands in Owen’s hair and his lips on hers.

“Hi.” You don’t know how, but you managed to put on a smile and put a little pep into your voice. “I’m Ashley. I’m waiting for Owen. Is he done?” You nod, not trusting your voice as you stand awkwardly in the doorway, one foot on the step the other in the trailer, hand outstretched ready to place the schedule on the table.

“He just wrapped for the day. Should be here in a few.” The girl - Ashley - nods.

“You’re Y/N, right? His personal assistant?” How does she know that. She giggles, “He talks about you all the time. Says the only reason he’s not fired or dead in a ditch is because of you.” OH, you said that aloud. Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoo-

“Y/N! What are ya doing just standing in the doorway?” Fuck. You put a smile on and turn around. He’s smiling softly at you, still in Alex’s clothes, twirling those damn drumsticks around his fingers.

“Um, just dropping tomorrow’s schedule off. Here. Okay...bye.” You walk down the steps, letting the door shut behind you, fully intent on leaving, but Owen grabs your arm again, just like earlier, causing you to stop and turn to look at him.

“Wait. Can we talk real quick. About...earlier?” No. No absolutely not.

“Um, I really have to go. I have a lot to do tonight for tomorrow.” Owen sighs and lets go of your arm, face contorting into that of a sad puppy.

“Just, one minute Y/N. Please. Let me explain.” Screw him and his perfect freaking face.

“A minute.” His face lights up and grabs your hand, leading you back into his trailer, smiling even wider at seeing Ashley sitting pretty on the couch.

“Y/N, this is Ashley, my girlfriend.” Ashley smiles and waves, standing up to stand by Owen and grab his hand. A rock settles in your chest at the word.

Girlfriend.

“Nice. I’m Y/N. But you knew that. Just like you also know I’m in charge of getting him to places on time. Which didn't happen today.” Owen’s face flushes at that while Ashley terribly hides a smirk behind her hand.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that Y/N. She surprised me today. We weren’t supposed to see each other until Thanksgiving but she finished classes early and flew out to surprise me. Kinda got, caught up in -” His face is beat red so you’re quick to cut him off.

“It’s fine. Just, try not to get ‘caught up’ tomorrow, yeah?” It’s harsh and full of hostility, but you want to leave, the word still bouncing around in your head, swirling around the scene you walked into earlier.

Girlfriend.

Kissing.

Girlfriend.

Flushed face.

Girlfriend.

Kissing.

“I have to go. See you tomorrow on set at 5 Am. Got it? Five A M. Don’t make me break into your apartment again. I almost got arrested for that.” Owen is still reeling from your harsh words said a second ago to laugh at the memory. Ashley however, has no qualms about speaking up.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he’s here on time.” She smiles and wraps around his arm like a koala. You hold back a scoff, throwing up a fake smile before turning and leaving.

Girlfriend.

It’s almost midnight.

It’s 11:48 PM and someone is knocking on your door.

Who the fuck is pounding on your door at near midnight.

You shuffle to the door wrapped up in your comforter, wiping the sleep out of your eyes. You don’t bother looking through the peephole, too angry at the person behind the door to bother, just wanting to yell at them and get back to bed.

“What the - Charlie?” He looks exhausted, hair ruffled and eyes puffy. He’s in joggers, a random band tee and his denim jacket. You’re pretty sure his shoes are on the wrong feet.

“Can I stay the night?” He doesn’t wait for your response before walking into your apartment, flinging his shoes and jacket off and walking to your room. You sigh, ignoring the way he just threw his stuff around and instead follow him to your room before he takes your side of the bed. You walk in just as he chucks his shirt off and woah. You were so not expecting that. An explanation as to why he’s here at midnight? Yeah. Him taking your side of the bed? Definitely. But not Charlie taking his shirt off and crawling onto the right side of the bed and curling around a pillow. You take a moment to collect yourself and your thoughts before crawling into bed next to him, making sure to drape the comforter over him as well. He hums in content and turns around to face you.

“Sorry for barging in like this. Just, ugh, Owen and that girl are not quiet if you catch my drift.” And it’s like the rock in your heart is now a boulder and it’s crushing your ribcage. You can’t breathe. You can’t think. You’re frozen, staring at Charlie’s half asleep face. “Like I get it, you’ve missed each other. But c’mon bro I’m there too.” He keeps talking. Keeps pushing the boulder until all the ribs crack and puncture your lungs. “There’s somethings in this world I never wanted to hear, and Owen moaning was one of them.” He won’t shut up. Charlie shut up. You’re entire chest is fracturing, breaking at his words and he needs to shut. up.

“I didn’t really know where else to go, but I remembered how comfy your bed was last movie night so, here I am.” His voice is raspy, words slurring as he’s trying to fight sleep to explain to you why he’s here. But you can’t focus on him right now. Can’t think about a shirtless Charlie in your bed. There’s only one thing you can think about right now.

Girlfriend.

Shirtless.

Girlfriend.

Kissing.

Girlfriend.

“Thanks for letting me crash by the way. I’ll try not to kick you in my sleep.” He chuckles, then finally opens his eyes when you don’t laugh back. You don’t know how you look right now. You know you’re frozen. But is the panic and pure sadness showing on your face? It must be, because suddenly Charlie is wide awake and leaning up on his elbow to look at you fully. “Y/N are you okay?” He’s worried. You want to tell him you’re okay. It’s fine. Everything is fine. But you can’t move. You can’t talk. Because reality is crushing you. It’s ripping up your heart, suffocating you, consuming your mind.

Owen isn’t yours.

Owen will never be yours.

You’re just a friend.

You’re just his PA.

That’s when the tears finally start. They come slowly, one trailing down your cheek, then another. Then all at once your sobbing into Charlie’s chest, no doubt getting snot all over him. But he doesn’t seem to care. He just starts to hum some random song while he repeatedly runs his hand over your hair, the other holding you close to him. He keeps humming, his chest vibrating and giving you something to focus on that isn’t your depressing thoughts. It’s almost soothing, the petting and the hug and the humming.

You don’t know how long you sob into him, but when you stop, his humming stops too. He still holds you close, just lets go of your head so you can lean back a little and look up at him. He’s brows furrow in concern and he pouts at your post-crying face.

“Are you okay? Am I really that bad of company?” He tries for funny but you can’t bring yourself to laugh with him. Just pout and push his semi-wet chest. “Seriously Y/N, i’ve never seen you like this. What’s wrong?” Those two words.

What’s wrong?

What’s wrong? I fell for my boss and now he’s doing it with some girl and I can’t stop thinking about them and it’s killing me because before I could live with being his friend and PA because at least there was some sliver of a chance but now there’s nothing because he has someone and I have no one and I can’t breathe because oh my god I love him. I love that stupid fool and i’m nothing but his personal assistant.

It’s quiet for a minute, too quiet, and that’s when you realize you said all that out loud. You look up at Charlie, which was a mistake because his face is full of pity. It’s all sad puppy eyes and “Shit Y/N i’m so sorry.” A fresh wave of tears make their way out of your eyes, but Charlie is quick to wipe them away.

“Y/N I didn’t know I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have said all of that, God I was so stupid.” And then it’s like a whole new flood gate opens, this one full of laughter though. You start with a chuckle, but soon it’s full out belly laughing. Because Charlie isn’t the stupid one here. “I’m the stupid one. I mean, how idiotic does a PA have to be to fall for the one they’re in charge of? Never mix work with pleasure. It’s PA-ing 101, don’t fall for your boss. I’m so fucking stupid to ever fall for him or think he’d like me back because i’m just his stupid PA who has no talent what so ever, never has a good hair day, can’t go a day without eating their weight in sugar, and will never see him again after filming is wrapped.” Your laughing dies down by the end, and then ends completely when you see the look on Charlie’s face. It’s not exactly pity, but it’s not exactly sadness either. It’s hard to describe what exactly it is, but it’s not good.

“Y/N. Babes. I don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself like that again, okay? I swear to God next time I hear anything like that come out of your mouth again, I’m hitting you with a pillow.” You giggle, but he stays serious. “Dead ass Y/N. Listen, was it probably not the smartest to fall for Owen? Yeah. But you didn’t know he had someone. I didn’t even know he had a girl and I’m his roommate. But, we can’t help who we like. It’s all brain chemistry and heart palpitations and whatever else. It’s something we can’t control. So don’t say you’re stupid because of something you can’t control.”

“You’re being really smart and caring for twelve am.” You both chuckle, a real smile gracing your face for once in the past twelve hours.

“I’m sorry for the breakdown it’s just, there’s a lot in my head right now and what you said really didn’t help.” Charlie sighs and pulls you in close.

“I’m sorry babes. You should’ve slapped me or something.”

“I probably would’ve had the breakdown at some point tonight anyway.” Charlie pulls back a bit to look at you, confusion on his face. “I kinda walked in on them making out earlier when Owen was late to hair and makeup.”

“Is that why you crushed that brownie earlier?” You sigh and nod.

“Y/N, i’m sorry. I’m so sorry you have to go through this.”

“It’s fine Charlie. It’s, well, it’s not but, I’ll get over it. I’m a big girl. Besides, I have you to get my tears and snot all over right?” He groans while you giggle, but he isn’t really mad if the way he pulls you close and rests his face in your hair is any indication.

“Always babes.”

The next day you drive to set with Charlie who didn’t have to be on set at five like Owen, but joined you nonetheless. Taking his duty as your new ‘heartguard’ as he called it last night, you walk to hair and makeup with his arm around your shoulders. It’s comforting, even though he’s putting most of his weight on you because he’s exhausted, the coffee you gave him this morning clearly doing nothing to wake up.

“Charlie, you could’ve stayed in bed until you were actually needed.” You laugh as he trips up the steps to the trailer, nearly face planting if it weren’t for you wrapping your arms around his waist last minute.

“Char you good?” You hear BooBoo ask. Charlie grumbles something incoherent and shoves his face into your neck as you lean against the arm of the couch. BooBoo laughs, so do you, but quickly sober up when Owen walks in, Ashley on his arm. Charlie must have ESP or something because, without looking up at who walked in, he wraps his arms around your waist and murmurs in your ear, “Deep breaths. I’m here.” You do as he says, shooting Owen a friendly smile, but dropping it as he frowns at you.

What is that about?

“Glad to see you on time Owen. I wouldn’t have been able to break in this morning anyway because an octopus decided to break into my own apartment last night.” You ruffle Charlie’s hair as you say that and he grumbles some more, playfully biting your neck as well. “Ow. Asshole.” Owen frowns even deeper at that, while BooBoo chuckles. He get’s scolded a second later for moving.

“So that’s where you disappeared to last night. I was wondering why you weren’t home this morning.” Owen’s voice is tight while he says it, Ashley noticing as well if the tightened grip on his arm is anything to go by. Charlie squeezes your waist as a way to say, ‘prepare yourself’ before he moves his head to lean against your shoulder so he can talk.

“Yeah well, I wouldn’t have had to if you and your girl weren’t so freaking loud.” You tense up, mind starting to reel again, but a squeeze to your waist and a warm breath on your neck manages to bring you back. The trailer goes quiet, even the hair and makeup ladies tensing up and sensing the tension. Charlie, ever the wrong place, wrong time type of guy, grabs your hand and places it on his hair, then moves it back and forth.

“Pet me.” Despite the tension in the room, you can’t help but giggle at the stupid Canadian boy wrapped around you. Apparently that’s all the rest of the people in the trailer needed to go back to what they were doing. That or they just didn’t want to get involved in young adult drama. You shoot a look at Owen, his jaw tense and hands clenched into fists. Completely ignoring the way Ashley leans up to kiss Owen’s neck, you open your phone and begin to read off his schedule for the day, your left hand still running through Charlie’s hair.

“Hair and makeup at five AM, sit your butt down and let Shelly do her thing, costume fitting right after. First scene at six-thirty with BooBoo, you guys are doing the scene at the Orpheum where you talk about what’s been going on, you’re going to be sad so this whole frowny face you got going on? Keep it. A break after that then rehearsal with Charlie, Jer, and Mads for Stand Tall. Fitting for the Stand Tall suit is after that, but no actual filming for that scene yet, just getting the measures right so after that, you’re done for the day.” You take a deep breath after all that, BooBoo whistling at you from his seat.

“You could be an auctioneer with how fast you talk.” You smile and bow your head at him.

“I’ll take that as a compliment Boo.” He shoots you a smile and then raises his hand to high five Owen as he sits next to him. Owen ignores him. In fact, he stays silent throughout all of getting his hair and makeup done. Only smiling occasionally when Ashley shows him a meme on her phone. You watch them, the boulder in your chest rolling around as you do so. But not for jealousy, no, for concern. Owen is acting very unlike himself. You may be upset right now, especially with him, but it doesn’t mean you still don’t see him as a friend; still don’t worry about him. Something is wrong, and you can’t help but feel like it’s your fault.

“So did it work?” You jump in surprise at the voice behind you, the cookie in your hand crumbling and falling onto the table.

“Charlie! What did I say about sneaking up on me?” You turn to look at the boy who is smiling too wide at you for you to think this is about to be a completely innocent conversation.

“Did it work?” He’s practically vibrating where he stands.

“Did what work?”

“The cuddling this morning? Didn’t you see Owen? He was totally jealous.” And - what? That’s why he was so touchy this morning?

“I just thought you were tired, that was - you were trying to make Owen jealous? Charlie what the hell? He has a girlfriend!” Charlie rolls his eyes and loops his arm around yours, dragging you away from the cookies and towards the costume room.

“Yeah, but we both know she shouldn’t be. And the way he was acting this morning? I think he’s starting to realize that too.” There’s no way...right? No, the way Charlie described last night...no.

“No, okay, he was probably just tired and angry about having to be here so early.” Yeah, that’s it. He was not jealous of the friendly cuddling you and Charlie were doing. Totally...not. Holy shit. You hear Charlie giggling in your ear as you enter costume.

There, in front of you, is a very shirtless, very toned, very pretty Owen Joyner.

“You’re welcome.” Then Charlie is off to God knows where. Leaving you alone with Owen. Well, not really alone since Soyon is here too, running around looking for different fabrics and textures to throw on Owen. A still very shirtless Owen.

“Oh, hi Y/N. What are you doing here?” Owen asks, looking at you though the floor length mirror in front of him. He’s not smiling at you, but he’s not frowning either, so improvement from this morning.

“Oh, um, just making sure you got here on time. And look at that. You did! Good job.” You clap, who knows why, but it makes Owen laugh, which, whew, okay.

“Yeah, I reminded him.” A voice behind you says. You turn and look at Ashley walking in, coffee cup in hand. She bounces up to Owen, ignoring Soyon and placing a big, wet kiss onto his lips before moving to the couch off to the side. Owen seems shocked by the PDA, which makes sense, you know he’s not big on that, remembering one late night conversation you both had a few weeks ago.

“Anyway, Y/N, how does this one looks. I think the ruffles are nice. And then when he’s performing Stand Tall we can,” and then she begins to unbutton the shirt all the way down to mid chest and okay, seriously Soyon, now you just want to torture me.

“I like this.” Owen says, twirling in the mirror like a ballerina. This causes the shirt to fling open more, showing his chest more in the process.

Deep breaths.

Be a friend.

You’re a big girl.

“Yeah. It’s good,” you say, walking over to him to tuck to the sides back together somewhat. “Are you going to keep with the pink theme for the jacket?” Soyon smiles and nods, walking away for a minute leaving you alone with Owen and Ashley.

“Should it really be unbuttoned that much? I mean, it is a kids show? I don’t want to share my boy with fangirls.” Ashley says. You can’t stop your eyes from rolling or the scoff that leaves your mouth. You watch Owen’s Adam's apple bob as he gulps.

“Please, Charlie is sleeveless for a majority of the show. Owen showing a little chest isn’t gonna hurt anyone. Besides, Soyon chose good. The way the shirt fits and settles it’s never going to open all the way. Unless, ya know, he twirls like some Carolynn Rowland wannabe.” You smile up at Owen and inhale sharply when you see he’s already looking down at you. “And with the jacket on it’ll stay put pretty well.” You’re still holding the shirt in your hands, looking at Owen’s face as you talk. For a second, it’s just you and him, looking at each other, smiling. Then Soyon comes back and clears her throat. The trance breaks and you back up. You wipe your sweaty hands on your jeans before backing up and standing next to the mirror. You feel eyes on you and look over to see Ashely glaring at you.

“Here we go. One pink jacket to match.” Owen slides it on and smiles wide. You have to say, it looks good. Professionally speaking of course.

“Soyon, have I ever said how freaking amazing you are. I mean, this is really good looking. Very Alex.” Owen praises. He’s smiling and it’s a nice sight after this mornings debacle.

“Alex is going to be the best looking one on that stage.” Owen looks over at you, his smile still there, and the boulder shrinks three sizes.

“Still think the shirt should be buttoned.” Ashley mutters. But everyone ignores her, even Owen, who does another twirl in front of the mirror.

“Well then, you’re all set Owen. Go ahead and change and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Soyon leaves, going off to do costume designer things, leaving you alone with Owen and Ashley again. Owen takes the jacket off, then looks around not knowing what to do with it. You sigh and smile softly, taking it from him.

“Here, just give me all the clothes and i’ll take them back to your rack.” He smiles thankfully at you, before frowning again and looking down at his outfit. Getting what he’s thinking, you chuckle and cross your arms. “Bub I just saw you shirtless it’s not a big deal. Now c’mon, give me the clothes before Soyon thinks you’re stealing them.” Owen looks up at you in a way you’ve never seen him look at you before. It makes you take a sharp breath in.

“Maybe you should go. I can give the clothes to Soyon. Don’t you have assistant duties to do?” Ashley is right next to you as she says it. It makes your ears hurt and hands clench. You’re quick to unclench though, not wanting to wrinkle the nice pink jacket. Ashley moves forward to unbutton Owen’s shirt all the way, but he grabs her hand before she can begin.

“Actually I need Y/N to stay. I have to talk to her about some, ya know, assistant stuff. And besides, she knows where Alex’s rack is and that’s where the clothes have to go. Why don’t you go wait for me in the trailer, I’ll be there in a few.”

I need Y/N to stay.

That shouldn’t make you feel as warm and tingly as it does.

Ashley scoffs and looks away, clearly trying to guilt trip him. Owen sighs and kisses her cheek.

“Trailer. Ten minutes.” Ashley sighs before nodding and finally leaving. He watches her go, then turns back to you when she finally disappears. You clear your throat and he looks back at you, face a bit red.

“Um, hey.” You chuckle.

“Hi.” He nods, and you sigh, walking so you’re right in front of him. “Seriously, O, you need to get this off because if they’re not on the rack for Soyon to fix up by the end of the day it’s my head on a stick, not yours.” Then you’re unbuttoning his shirt.

You’re unbuttoning. His shirt. You don’t realize you’re doing it until you hand grazes his navel when you untuck it from his pants. You hear him suck in a breath and you immediately take two steps back.

“Sorry, um. Sorry that was not, um, -”

“It’s okay. You were just, doing your job. Making sure I get stuff done on time, right?” But his voice is wobbly as he says it and his face is as red as a tomato. You couldn’t have made him that flushed, not you?

“Right. Yeah. Um, so, pants?” Owen looks at you with wide eyes. “I need to take the pants back too.” It’s quiet, but you know he heard you because he nods his head and begins to unbutton them. You suddenly feel very hot, very suffocated. You should’ve left when you had the chance, just let Ashley do this. You shouldn’t be here, watching as he pulls the velvet pants down his legs. Watching as he steps out of them and - oh God he’s falling. You grab his hand to help him but it’s too late, you both tumble to the ground. You’re on top of him, smushed up against his bare chest, faces centimeters apart, sharing breaths.

“Sorry.” You mumble. You watch him gulp and look down. Down at wha - oh.

“It’s, it’s okay. I’m the one that fell and pulled you down.” You nod, causing your nose to brush against his. You’re close, so freaking close that if you were to move not even a full centimeter, your lips would touch.

So.

Close.

“What. The. Hell!” SHit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re quick to scramble away from Owen, butt scooting across the floor to get as far away from him as possible. Owen jumps up, kicking the pants away then realizing that was probably not a smart idea because now he’s half naked in between Ashley and you.

“Ash I -”

“You were taking forever, wanted to know why. Thought you said there was nothing between you two?” She’s practically screeching. You know within minutes there will be a crowd. A crowd Owen will not want, his anxiety will not want. Ignoring his stuttering and the conversation in general, you push away the heat in your belly and the tingling in your spine and take a deep breath.

Deep breath.

Be a friend. Do your job.

You grab Owen’s clothes and put them in his hands, ignoring his speaking and Ashley ranting, you grab his hand and then hers, and shove them towards the back exit.

“This is a trailer conversation, not a wardrobe fitting conversation. Leave, now.”

“No, I have a lot to say -”

“Listen to me, I’m trying to do my job and not get Owen in trouble. If you really care about him, you’ll take this conversation to his trailer. Now.” Then you shove them out the door before Ashley could screech some more.

Deep breath.

Do your job.

You go back to the fitting area, only to see Charlie, Jer, and Madi standing there, looking confused.

Deep breath.

Do your job.

“Hey guys. Owen just left. He and Ashley are having a date night.” Charlie gives you a look, but Jer and Madi nod, going to accept it, but Charlie has to open his big dumb Canadian mouth.

“Why’d we hear screaming then?” Charlie questions. Jer and Madi look at each other, then back at you.

“Oh, uh, mouse. I saw a mouse. Yep. Mouse. Anyway, I have to get this clothes hung up before they wrinkle, so excuse me.”

Deep breath.

Do your job.

You walk around the trio, gathering the suit and shaking everything out as you walk over to the Alex rack to hang them up. You hear the door to the room open and two sets of feet walking out.

“Charlie, everything is fine okay? Just a little misunderstanding.”

“Like?” You sigh and turn around from finishing hanging up the clothes.

“Like...Owen kinda fell and when I went to help him I feel too...on top of him.” There’s silence then,

“OH MY GOD! Y/N THAT’S LIKE FANFIC SHIT THAT WAS THE MOMENT! DID YOU KISS OH MY GOD TELL ME EVERYTHING!” He’s jumping up and down as he makes his way to you.

“Ashley walked in.” All excitement stops.

“Oh shit.” You nod, walking past him to settle on the couch, pulling a pillow to your chest.

“Yeah. And she started screeching and I knew Owen wouldn’t like to attention so I shoved them out the back door to his trailer.” Charlie’s arm goes around you, pulling you close. He goes to say something, but your phone ringing indicating a text from Owen stops him. You pull it out, opening it as Charlie watches over your shoulder.

My trailer plz.

Charlie starts shaking your shoulders, smiling like a maniac. “This is your chance Y/N go go GO!” you shake your head at Charlie’s antics, but leave nonetheless.

Anxiety creeps up on you as you get closer and closer to his trailers, not knowing what you’re going to walk into. Him firing you? Saying you can’t be friends anymore? Ashley ready to claw your face off?

Deep breath.

Be a friend.

You knock on his door. It opens a second later to a frantic looking Owen. Now you're anxious about him. Why does he look upset? Is he okay? He grabs your hand and pulls you into his, oh, empty trailer. Ashley is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, thanks for coming.” You nod, still looking around expecting her to jump out and slap you. “Um, sit. Sit, I have to talk to you about something.” You go to sit on the couch, but then remember what occurred there yesterday and instead lean against the counter. He notices but doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah okay. What’s up?” You try to act nonchalant, but the anxiety is too high for that. ‘I have to talk to you about something’ never ends well. He walks over and sits on the bed pats the spot next to him. God, this can’t be a good conversation if he really wants you to sit.

“Ashley and I were never...on here.” He mumbles. You walk over and sit next to him, blushing that he caught on to why you didn’t sit on the couch.

“Must be serious if you need me to sit.” Owen takes a deep breath, another, another, and then there’s lips on your. They’re soft and nice and taste like carmex chapstick.

“Mhm, Owen, what, what are you doing?” Your faces are still close together, both of you not wanting to back away yet.

“I’m gonna talk. Okay I’m gonna talk and I want you to listen and not crawl inside your head too soon okay?” You nod, knowing in this moment you’d do anything to keep him this close.

“I knew Ashley from high school. She started texting me a few weeks back and one thing led to another and she was calling me her boyfriend. I didn’t want it but it happened and I let it because it got my mind off a girl I shouldn’t like because it would ruin so many things. I didn’t know she was coming to visit and when she knocked on my trailer she jumped me and just kept going. And I just went along with everything yesterday because I’m supposed to be her boyfriend and I’m supposed to think about those things with her and I’m supposed to want those things with her, but I don’t Y/N. I don’t want those things with her I never did. I, I want them with you. I’ve wanted them with you from the moment you finally stopped being shy around me and dragged me from crafts by my ear to hair and makeup. You’re so amazing Y/N and I thought if I did anything I’d ruin this and ruin your career and I didn’t want that. I never wanted that so I went along with Ashley but I shouldn’t have because the whole time I was thinking about you. It’s always been -” You kiss him. You grab him by the cheeks and kiss him. It’s a passionate kiss, an ‘about time’ kiss, an ‘i’m never letting you go’ kiss.

You only break away when you can’t breathe, and even then you only pull away enough to breath in each other’s air.

“She left. She’s gone. She knew I was never 100% in.” You nod, but you’re not really listening. You can’t hear anything other than your heartbeat.

He likes you.

Owen likes you.

Owen kissed you.

“It’s always been you, Y/N.” You smile. It’s a big one that you have to hamper down by biting your lip. Owen smiles back, then you’re kissing again.

And again.

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