#did you hand me over to your fucking understudy

[mindmushyyyy]

To whatever dentist that decided to shave my canines to match what were mostly baby teeth at the time. Thank you not only do i look slightly stupid but you fucking over did it a smidge , and now im in fucking pain you silly shit. If YOU every see this, i bring shame upon you, shame upon your family, shame upon your dam cow.

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

My Outsiders experience last night!!!

hey y'all sorry for how late i'm posting this 😭😭 i didn't think id be so tired but going to school and then all of that traveling to and from the show last night wore me outtt (slept until almost noon oopsies). i really wanted to post this right after the show when everything was all fresh in my mind but i just could not muster up the energy. that being said if you send any asks about certain things it'll probably revive my memory a little bit so i can give more details about it

anywho here it goes!!

Act 1

have to start off by saying this was suchhh a surreal moment when i sat down in the theater for the first time since ive been obsessed with the outsiders for years and years

one general thing that i will say is that for some reason i expected the stage to be like huge but when i saw how much smaller it was than i imagined it actually made me feel so much closer to the actors and more in the moment which i ended up loving!!!

another general note THERE WAS SO MUCH SPITTING IT CAUGHT ME SO OFF GUARD

when i opened the pamphlet and saw that the only understudy was andre in place of renni for steve and i knew for certain that brody was there,,,,y'all i was freaking out

i was watching the left side of the theater for bordy for like a solid twenty minutes and i almot SCREAMED when i saw him walking down the aisle

the show started almost immediately after that which i didn't expect so it kind of threw me off guard but as soon as it started me and my friend were squeezing ech others hands so hard for like 30 minutes straight (side note my wrist is bruised thats how hard we were doing it)

brodys. vocals. OH MY GOD. i wasnt all that big on brody when i first found out about the musical but m mutuals have in fact swayed me and hearing him live. wow.

him sitting in the audience was so so SO cool

maybe i'm just delusional BUT me and my friend both swore that we saw brent looking right at our section at us during tulsa 67 and my heart started RACING brent i love you

the way the cars come on stage??? is so fucking cool????

did NOT know they dropped his notebook in the water my jaw dropped and the high-pitched ringing when he goes unconscious oh my goddddd

ace's "you wish" while holding her ass was so fucking funny

jason was being so playful with brent!! for the first like ten minutes of the show he was like smacking him with his towel nonstop; also during ggah you could see darry and soda arguing off to the side and darry looked sooo done (i could make a whole post dedicated to brents performance...maybe i will actually) and the way he flipped the bat in his hand was cool as hell; also do one dropped anything during the song!!!

soda and two-bit's little moment during ggah when soda sings "keeping the prettiest one on your arm" had me laughing so hard

runs in the family was so sad :(( but brents vocals were FANTASTIC live. and soda FOLD THE DAMN LAUNDRY!!!! HE GAVE YOU THE LAUNDRY BASKET FOR REASON DONT JUST DROP IT ON THE FLOOR you're making the poor boy upset >:(

jason was being sooo funny when he's on the bed with pony. he kept doing little voices and he was being super sweet too, he was playing with pony's hair and rubbing his shoulders the whole time. "544 FUCKING PAGES?!"

the flashlights in great expectations were such an amazing touch

POOR JOHNNY he looked so scared when his parents were fighting. also i will never shut up about how amazingly they use the sets, keeping the door open with the distant sound of his parents fighting was such a smart move

friday at the drive in was phenomenal live; cherry kept trying to get bob to follow her and he kept pulling away, bob looked so done with it when cherry and chet started dancing, marcia was like alll over tripp on the hood of the car and then chet and (i think?) paul were just laying all cute on the car together; plus THE DANCE BATTLE OH MY GOD???? i cant remember if it was steve or two-bit (my brain wants to say two-bit tho) but one of them started thrusting into the ground and my jaw was on the floor

i could talk to you all night...the vocals...so beyond honored to hear emma and brody get to harmonize like that right in front of me

kwp your acting HOLY HELL!!! he genuinely made me jump when he started yelling at cherry. "is there a problem here, robert?" "EAT SHIT MARCIA!"

"cherry valance" "NO SHIT!!!"

brent's anger during ritfr was sooo beyond palpable, he made me jump when he threw the bills at soda. also jason was so good at looking dejected, picking up everything and putting it back ont he table than trying to hold darry back from pony

far away from tulsa made me cry for the first time during the show!!

THE CARS AGAIN OH MY GOD!!! and the drowning scene?? the sound of pony screaming under the water??? the lights going out as bob dies and flashing before it cuts to him bloody in the fountain???? beyond phenomenal

run run brother you will always be famous to me. the boards acting as trains??? oh my god

Act 2

jft was one of the songs i was most excited to see live and it was BRILLIANT i loved the flashlights. also marcia holding back from cherry...oughhhh my heart. TWO-BITS SCREAM BROKE MY HEARTTT. and emma's opt-up!!! beautiful

general note since i don't know where to add this DAN BERRY I LOVE YOU!!!

death's at my door had me SOBBING

once again brent's anger in his fight with dally was amazing, and then the direct lead in into titt oughhhh

titt also had me sobbing by the end oh my god

the poem scene was beautiful, i was taken back to being ten years old and rewinding that scene of the movie a million times and to see it live in front of me? an honor

"ITS GOLD LOCKS AND HER UGLY SISTER!" dally was hilarious this whole scene

soda's letter...brent finishing the last line...just kill me why don't you

dally was IN johnny's face during their argument he was sooo angry i was not expecting that

when i saw pony throw the cigarette i was just kind of like "oh he threw the cigarette" and then a few seconds later i was like WAIT WAIT NOOO

THE FIREEEEEE. IT WAS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO COOL OH MY GODDDDDDD

hoods turned heros vocals were AMAZING. also darry looked so happy and proud of pony and it made me all teary

hey so. so who was going to tell me that dally carries in johnny's body like that. also he was right, johnny looked so small :(

hopeless war was DEVASTATING. that's the end.

i will forever love the lead in to trouble, the song is short but so underrated. "once a greaser always a greaser" darry marry me now

loved watching kwp and sky sneak onto the stage during the rumble

SPEAKING OF THE RUMBLE. THE FUCKING RUMBLE???? I WILL N E V E R SEE SOMETHING AS COOL AS THAT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME EVER AGAIN. THE LIGHTING?? THE RAIN?? THE SOUNDS??? THEIR FACES BEING TERRIFIED COVERED IN BLOOD??? PONY ALMOST HITTING JOHNNY THEN STOPPING????? KILL ME NOW OH MY GOD

"pony...pony...come closer" y'all i am not exaggerating that when he's in the bed, johnny sounds like a scared little boy it broke my heart. also soda calling johnny buddy hurttt me :(

when johnny died my fucking heart BROKE. ace was in the background clutching her hair and full on SOBBING. pony on the ground??? and i saw other people say that jason goes to hold pony but at least for this show he liked sat behind pony and pulled in down so that they were both like laying on the ground with pony on top of him. pony pulling away too......:(

joshua boone the fucking MAN THAT YOU ARE. little brother only made me keep crying twice as hard as before. and guys. GUYS. JOSHUA BOONE, A FULL GROWN MAN, WAS SOBBING LIKE A LITTLE BOY THE WHOLE SOG. WHENEVER HE WASN'T SINGING YOU COULD HEAR HIM AUDIBLY SOB AND HIS WHOLE FACE CRUMBLED. HE CAME AND STOOF IN FRONT OF MY AREA DURING THE BREAK IN THE SONG AND JUST CURLED IN ON HIMSELF AND STARTED SOBBING. MY HEART.

his death scene....when pony starts talking about his death and he stands in the lights of the train, pony isn't talking super loud and you could hear josh whimper and his face crumble again and he just kept doing it over and over again like he was STILL crying from the song while he was dying

the dinner scene hurt like a BITCH. one of my favorite moments int he whole show was when brent walked over to the tv to shut it off and the whole stage was just silent. it really amplified the tension

pony beating on darry's chest :( and then brent was crying so fucking hard and then JASON was crying so fucking hard. and then cherry walking in and them both tryign to act normal. speaking of cherry the voice she uses to talk to pony HURT. ME. WHEN SHE'S ABOUT TO LEAVE AND HE DOESN'T ANSWER AND SHE JUST GOES "okay." I WAS CRYINGGGG. and then another fav moment was when she leaves and her, darry and soda all say bye, they were all so quiet about it and it felt so natural

PONY. CLUTCHING THE CLOTHES. BURYING HIS FACE IN THEM??? SODA STARTING TO READ THE LETTER TO PONY???????????

stay gold. i have no words. it was fucking beautiful and i sobbed like a baby.

also like i said i could make a wholeee post just on brent, but i need to say this now. BRENT. WAS SITTING AT THAT TABLE FOR A SOLID LIKE TEN MINUTES. JUST SOBBING. he kept looking like he was trying to compose himself like sucking in big breaths, but then his lip would quiver and his face would just crumble and the tear would start up again and and AUGHHHHHHHH it hurt so so so bad

pony saying his writing probably wasn't any good. "can I read it?" DARREL CURTIS YOU ARE BREAKING MY HEART!! and also soda's "am i in it :)?" and when pony says darry's in it too and darry goes "oh great." the whole crowd was laughing and then him telling pony to make sure he has great hair in the book so so funny

not enough people laughed at the green beans scene and it made me sad >:(

when pony looks at johnny during the finale...and then johnny looks at dally and they smile at each other....ohhhh my god

also when pony started singing about dally it broke my heart ESPECIALLY since i didn't know dally sings that part too

side note when it was a little ways into the finale song and darry and soda are still eating at the table, brent winked at jason and when jason turned i could see im smiling a little bit. i think it was brent's way of checking in wih jason and making sure he was okay, it was super cute tho

overall the finale song was fantasticccc

Stagedoor!!

andre came out first, he was super super sweet!!

then victor came out, he was also awesome!!!

y'all....when rj walked out i almost SCREAMED. he's the only one that i got a good pic with (its fine tho cuz my friend got pics of everyone else) but when he was signing my book he went "what's uppppp :)" and i was ready to fucking EXPLODE my heart was racing. and then my friend's mom manage to get a pic of him smiling at me with this big ass grin and i'm not even goign to lie i keep going back and looking at the picture every few hours my heart is full omg

next up was kwp and let me tell you guys...if i was fangirling over rj i dont even know what to say about me with kwp i was on another LEVEL. he is very very pretty and his voice is insanely charming when he's talking and he looked me in my eyes and i just.....yeah i'll never be normal about this

last up was josh boone and i was also geeking out so hard. he was like "what's going on :)?" and he was super nice, he made sure to get a pic with me after signing everyone's stuff around me and reassured me that he didn't forget about me like halfway through the signings he was just super super nice

okay guys this post is LONGGG but i had sooo much to say (and i still have more to say sooo...spam the inbox if you want more details bc i am MORE than happy to yap about it!!) overall i just feel so beyond honored to watch this happen live in front of me after spending years and years of my life in love with the outsiders. me and my friend are trying to go back soon and sit front row :)

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Wait, wait. So. Carlisle is a doctor, right? But. Human Carlisle was a preacher's son. Not a doctor. And. I'm just realizing, I'm sure the books say something about this but I must have glossed over it. Carlisle... as a vampire... learned to be a doctor. Before meeting the Volturi even???

This man just. walks into idk 18th century med school. and is like "Don't mind me I'm definitely not afflicted with a strange condition, let's just learn from these cadavers"

Do you think he did a residency??? Young Carlisle, eating rats in the sewers by night, understudy at some hospital by day. Germ theory wasn't even a thing then! Oh my god I bet he killed people by mistake from infection due to unsanitary hands. Do you think he realizes??

And. And. And. Medicine was a whole different bag of bones back then. The cadavers were often stolen! Sometimes by the teaching doctors! Somehow I can't see this son of a preacher-man digging up graves, but he had to have tacitly condoned it.

What even is this man? I mean we know he's big no judgement with the vampires killing humans, but by god he really doesn't judge anyone does he???

(Any early-Doctorage meta thoughts you have would be appreciated!)

@therealvinelle has a great post that covers pretty much everything you're asking

Oh, anon, the books said a lot about this. I think the movies briefly mentioned it but it wasn't that important to them so they kind of skipped it.

It's to the point where there's not much meta to be had, we pretty much get the whole story.

But yes, Carlisle starts out as a vampire hunting priest, and this does not go well for him. He then has a terrible time trying to kill himself only to find he could eat animals, goes to Volterra, yada yada, then leaves.

So yes, the medical career was pointedly after the Volturi (though Meyer keeps her timeline weird and vague about when Carlisle was with the Volturi and how long, but it seems he showed up there within a few decades of turning if that and left a few decades later)

We learn than Carlisle afterwards pursued a number of things in university, enrolling himself, trying to decide what he wanted to actually do with his life (among these apparently was music I believe) but he eventually settled on medicine.

Carlisle predates doing residencies and just slinks in at modern medicine as we recognize it in the western world (he would have just been starting/been after we decided "actually, we need to cut up bodies to study anatomy"). So yes, there were a lot of things people thought they knew at the time and did that Carlisle would have been caught up in to then learn "oh fuck" later.

That said, we're told canonically that Carlisle often goes back to university to make sure he's up to date with the field, so he's not telling you that your humors are out of whack if you visit him.

But yes, he's a weird dude.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Fan Fiction: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Not only did Chuck write books about your lives, but a damn musical theater is putting a play on about your goddamn lives. You try to let them handle this one on their own but they're not letting you go, and it's time to bring insurance to make sure you never leave them.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Marie and Maeve are back in the auditorium but Marie is panicking.

"Hey!" Dean exclaims and rushes over to Marie. "Are you okay?"

"Not really," she gasps.

"Why don't you guys calm her down and I'll find wooden stakes in the trunk."

Sam leaves and Dean kneels down to get on Marie's level.

"Is Marie gonna get eaten?" Maeve asks.

"If we're lucky," you glare.

"Nothing is going to happen. Don't listen to her. Marie, look at me." When she does, he continues. "As soon as that curtain rises, we're going to be there to take out Calliope."

"This is all my fault. If I hadn't written this dumb play, none of this would've happened."

"First of all this play isn't dumb." You open your mouth to say something when Dean glares at you. "It's not dumb."

"I thought you didn't believe in this interpretation?"

"I don't. Like, at all, but you do. I need you to believe in it with all you've got so we can kill Calliope and save your friends. Can you do that?"

"Yeah." She takes a deep breath. "If Sam, Dean, and Y/N were real, they wouldn't back down from a fight. Especially my sweet, brave, selfless Sam. There's nothing he can't do."

"I'm not touching that subject," Dean shakes his head.

"Okay, let's do this!" She grabs a dark wig that the young woman was using who was playing Sam. "I understudy Sam. I used this for my one-woman Orphan Black show, last year. it's gonna have to work for Sam." She puts the wig on her head. "Writer. Director. Actor. I'm gonna Barbra Streisand this bitch."

Guess it's time for a fucking show. People pile into the auditorium once the show is about to begin to see this either rock or go up in flames. The curtains are closed so no one sees what's happening backstage. The girl who plays Dean walks past Dean wearing the amulet that Sam gave him all those years ago. You're not sure what happened to that necklace.

"The Samuelt?" Dean asks Marie.

"That amulet is a symbol of the Winchesters' brotherly love."

Sam comes back with three wooden stakes he's prepared for the fight that will happen. He hands you yours, and you yank it from his grasp angrily. All the girls line up and Sam scans them with a frown.

"Wait a second, where's Chuck?"

"Oh, I love him, I do, but the whole author introducing himself into the narrative thing is just not my favorite. I kind of hate the meta stories," Marie says.

"Alright, listen up, girl," Dean announces. "Now, you're all here because you love Supernatural. I know I have expressed some differences of opinion regarding this particular version of Supernatural. Tonight is all about Marie's vision. This is Marie's Supernatural. So, I want you to get out there, I want you to stand as close as she wants you to, and I want you to put as much sub and add text as you possibly can. There is no other road. No other way. No day, but today."

"Did he quote Rent?" Maeve whispers to Marie.

"Now, you get out there, and you kick it in the ass!"

The girls cheer from the pep talk and encourage each other. They all separate to either go backstage or on stage as they get ready. You and Dean stand on one side of the stage while Sam stands on the other side, all with stakes in hand. Marie slips through the curtain to address the audience.

"This is stupid," you hiss at Dean.

"Shut up and keep an eye out."

"Good evening, everybody! Welcome to our production of Supernatural. I'm not gonna lie. It might be a full-on Gallagher show opening up this piece. Uh, those of you in the front rows may want to use the ponchos we provided for you under your seats. You may, in fact, get wet on this ride. Um, I would like to thank the cast and crew--"

"She's stalling. Let's do this," Dean says to Maeve.

"Copy that. Curtain, kids. It's showtime."

The music starts playing, making Marie jump in surprise.

"That concludes our introduction for the night. Everybody sit back, relax, and enjoy the show."

Marie scurries on stage as the curtains open. The beginning number of singing your life introduction sounds and the girl who plays Dean steps forward. The song you heard when you first arrived starts playing, and she goes through the song about how John and Mary got together, had Sam and Dean, your mother dying, blah, blah, blah.

Dean seems to be enjoying the song while you're absentmindedly playing at the thing on your neck. You can't fucking believe Dean did this. When did he have time to search for something like this? Has he been planning this for a while? Was Sam in on it? You look over at Sam in time to see the big scary scarecrow appear behind him. Apparently, Dean sees it too because he starts warning his brother who is confused.

"Turn around!" Dean yells slightly lower than the music playing. Sam turns to face the scarecrow who grabs him. This is all happening while the girls on stage act and sing. "Come on."

"Do we have to," you complain. Dean drags you along backstage to get to where Sam is, but the younger brother is nowhere to be found once you get to his spot. "Where the hell did he go?"

The first act ends and goes straight into the next one where Fake!Dean and Fake!Cas are having a conversation on fake phones.

"Okay, you can pop in tomorrow morning."

"Yes. I'll just wait here, then," Fake!Cas sighs.

Another song starts playing which is a solo moment for the girl who plays Cas. You and Dean rush over to Marie who is already backstage. Apparently, she saw the moment Sam was taken.

"What do we do now?" she panics.

"Just, stick to the plan, okay? Keep singing until the scarecrow comes for you."

"Don't die, okay?" you grin and pat her back as you walk away from her.

Marie walks on stage as soon as Cas' part is over so she can begin singing her part as Sam. She is nervous about what's about to happen but is acting like a professional. The scarecrow appears behind Marie to consume her, and that's when Dean jumps into action. He jumps onto the scarecrow, forgetting he's on stage in front of a large audience. Both Fake!Sam and Fake!Dean keeps singing as if this isn't happening behind them. You look to the audience to see one of the members in the front row put his poncho on.

The scarecrow and Dean wrestle before the monster throws Dean across the stage over to you. He slides right in front of your feet, and Dean glares up at you.

"Help!"

"Fine," you roll your eyes.

You twirl the stake in your hands as you walk onto the stage. You're not fucking scared of this thing. You'll fucking take it down before it realizes what's going on. The scarecrow runs at you to tackle you but you quickly move out of the way before he can touch you.

"Missed me!" you laugh.

You jump onto the scarecrow's back to strangle him but he grabs both your arms in retaliation. He uses all of his immense strength to flip you over him and to the front of the stage. You quickly get up and ram your stake into his chest. You turn him so his back is facing the audience and yours is facing the backdrop of the set. You step back from the scarecrow when you see it start to tremble.

The scarecrow explodes in a purple goo substance, covering almost everyone in the audience. A bit of goo gets on your jacket to which you huff out in annoyance. You walk toward Dean and shove the stake into his chest.

"You're welcome," you scoff and walk off.

Silence falls on the audience until the guy wearing the poncho stands up and begins clapping. Everyone in the audience follows suit, and Dean steps next to a starstruck Marie.

"Take a bow, Sammy."

Marie, Dean, and Fake!Dean takes a bow for the audience. It's a good time to take an intermission for the rest of the crew to get ready for the final act. Sam suddenly appears with Ms. Chandler and the other young girl who went missing. It's time to finally get out of this shitty town and back to the Bunker, so Sam and Dean are saying their goodbyes.

"You did good out there, kid," Dean says to Marie.

"You're not so bad yourself."

"You know what? This has been educational to see the story from your perspective. Keep writing Shakespeare."

"Even if it doesn't match how you see it?"

"I have my version, and you have yours."

The light starts flickering to signal it's almost time to go on again.

"One minute, folks. One minute," Maeve announces.

You and Dean walk away from Marie, but she stops him from going far.

"Dean?" She must believe you're who you say you are. "You should have never thrown this away."

She gives him the prop Samulet he noticed earlier. Dean chuckles as he takes it, and he admires it.

"It never really worked. I don't need a symbol to remind me how I feel about my brother."

"Just take it. Jerk."

"Bitch," Dean automatically says.

He quickly realizes it's not Sam he's talking to and blushes in embarrassment. Marie laughs at him before turning to you.

"Y/N, look, I don't know what's going on with you, but the Y/N I read about has a love so strong for Dean that nothing can break it. I just thought you'd want a reminder of it."

You take two steps closer to her before Dean has a chance to do something.

"The last thing I'd want to remember is my lame-ass excuse of a husband."

You turn and walk away, not missing the way Dean's eyes fill with sadness and hurt. What you're saying to him and about him is really hurting him, and that fact brings a smirk to your face. Dean pushes back the tears and walks to Sam.

"You know what, Dean? You were right. Staying cooped up isn't helping us. We need--"

It's as if the universe aligned perfectly because the next scene starts with Fake!Sam and Fake!Dean in the car. They're having a conversation that perfectly fits with what Sam was about to say.

"We need to get back on the road, Dean. Doing what we do best."

"What is that?" Marie asks.

"You're right, Sammy. Out on the road. Just the two of us."

"The two of us against the world," Fake!Sam says.

"What she said," Sam smiles and nudges his brother.

The scene moves onto a different one where all the characters get on stage to sing a cover of Carry On Wayward Son. Characters you know in real life. A girl steps on stage that you're not sure you recognize, but when you do, a smirk grows on your face.

"Who's that?" Sam asks Maeve.

"That's Adam. John Winchester's other kid. He's still trapped in the cage in Hell with Lucifer."

Poor son of a bitch.

"Carry on my wayward son / There'll be peace when you are done / Lay your weary head to rest / Don't you cry no more / Once I rose above the noise and confusion / Just to get a glimpse behind this illusion / I was soaring ever higher."

The song continues as Sam and Dean watch with raw emotion in their eyes.

"Masquerading as a man with the reason / My charade is the event of the season / And if I claim to be a wise man / It surely means I don't know / Carry on my wayward son / There'll be peace when you are done / Lay your weary head to rest / Don't you cry no more / Carry on."

You grab both of their shoulders and fit your head between theirs so they both can hear you above the singing.

"I am so glad I don't have a soul because that was painful to watch."

When you leave, Dean turns to Sam with tears in his eyes.

"Purifying her soul better work because I need my wife back."

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[demonic-charcuterie]

Maxine Baker x fem!reader

I AM OVER IT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO DAMN LONG FOR SOMEONE TO WRITE ONE IM DOING IT MY FUCKING SELF BUCKLE UP BITCHES

You had a thing for Maxine Baker ever since you laid an eye on her in Ap English. She couldn’t have been paying less attention to what was going on around her.

“Uhhh Jordan I don’t what to do!” You groaned why’ll jokingly banging your head against your locker. He rubbed your shoulder and sighed. “You poor useless homosexual. Ask her out! Hang out with her friends. God bake her some god damn cookies, just something to speak to her!” You turned to him and really thought about kicking him in the nuts over and over again and till they started bleeding.

“how the fuck it that gonna work? You just want me to walk to someone I’ve never talked to before and just say “hey girlllll I don’t know me but I love your beautiful hair and your sexy Halloween costume let’s make out?”” You gasped when he nodded his head. “Jordan my love life is on the line think of something!” I say stomping on the ground and looking down when I hear paper crumbling.

“SPRING MUSICAL: Auditions Monday to Thursday 9 to 3:40”

I gasped and shoved the paper in Jordan’s face and smiled. “I just got the perfect idea!” Jordan smiled and shook you “I told you you had what it took to be in drama club!” I cocked your head to the side confused. “I’m going back stage crew.” Jordan shrugged and smiled “better than nothing”

My plan was working pretty well. After all silver left me in charge over getting measurements from all the actors which meant your got to be in sniffing distance of Maxine Baker. The only problem with that is that I was gay panicking and suffering through the whole thing. Luckily Max didn’t seem to notice. I was sitting on the bench sipping on lemonade and eating a brownie when I heard they director shouted. “Where’s the understudy!”

“Charlie’s out sick and Alice is stuck in traffic for at least another hour.” Kyle said.

oh shit! Jordan raised his hand and smiled. “Y/n knows the lines” it’s true you went over all of them with Jordan and just happen to read other characters parts when I were bored. “Is this true?” I nodded your throat to dry to speak. The director nodded and pointed to the stage. I ran up and stood stiffly in front of max. This wasn’t even the main reason you felt like this but this scene has a kiss. What was I supposed to due. Max smiled at your and begun reading over her lines flawlessly. Her voice could melt dry fucking ice. As the stage play said you walked closer to each other and Max put her hand gently on your cheek and stare in your eyes. “Thanks by the way” you blinked at her and she smiled. “For loving my “sexy Halloween costume” and saying my hair is pretty.” You gasped at her and she smiled before leaning into to kiss you.” Your world melted away and you felt your knee threaten to buckle. She pulled away and wiped your lip gloss off the side of her mouth. “You should hang with me and MANG y/n” you gasped again she knows your name! After that you kinda were part of the group the (first letter of your name) in MANG now . And they group always made fun of your crush on Max.

one day max asked you to hand her her powder from her stage makeup bag and when you popped it open and turn written on a cafeteria napkin read. “Will you be a girlfriend?” Your turned around and max was right there nose to nose. “Well?” She asked nervously. You slowly nodded and when you did max wrapped her arms around you and kissed you harshly as said she’d been waiting for years to do this. She pulled away and smiled before Holding up a lip liner pencil. “Now help me line my lips”

THERE CUZ NO ON ELSE WAS GONNA DO IT!!!!

[softsnzstuff]

Sick Broadway Eddie using those shower steam thingys to help his voice? Just needs to keep it together to perform before he’s off the next day? But barely helps

I love this prompt so much! Thank you for waiting while I took years to fill it!!! Nothing but love for sick Bway Eddie. 🤍KB

“xxTCH! H’mPTSCH! Eh’xTCHiew!”

The mound of blankets shuddered as Eddie sneezed. A hand reaching out from underneath to blindly grab a tissue off the bedside table. A gentle nose blow came from within the blankets before the crumpled tissue was tossed to the floor.

“Bless you times three!” Steve walked into Eddie’s bedroom, carrying a small tray with a piece of toast and some tea.

“Th- hhh AKT’schiew! Tha’gks.”

Steve set the tray down and sat on the edge of the bed. “You sound worse.”

“I sngff I feel worse.”

Eddie sat up slowly, wincing slightly as the congestion shifted. He turned to the side and let out a crackly cough that Steve didn’t like. The younger man reached for the mug and handed it to Eddie.

“Drink some tea. Might help.” He frowned. “Are you still planning on doing the show tonight?”

Eddie took a few sips and set it back on the table. “Depends on if I can… ii’KSHuhew! Get m’by shit together. Fuck..”

Eddie sniffled thickly and rubbed the heels of his hands against his eyes. Steve’s seen Eddie perform a handful of times through colds, mild injuries, and the like. But this time Steve was pretty sure Eddie had a sinus infection that was slowly moving to his chest.

The Broadway performer was coughing again, reaching for his tea mug to take another sip. Eddie was stubborn when it came to the craft. ‘The show must go on’ is something he took quite seriously.

“How about this,” Steve proposed, “Take a shower using your Vicks tablets. If that doesn’t help, call out today. I’m sure your understudy can handle it.”

Eddie seemed to mull this deal over in his mind, but he eventually agreed to it. He got up and slowly padded his way to the bathroom with Steve following.

The younger man had just bought a new box of the Vicks shower tablets for his boyfriend and handed them over.

“Tha’gks Stevie.” He mumbled before closing the bathroom door. He put the shower pod in the shower and turned on the hot water. Eddie stripped off his pajamas and within seconds, steam and menthol filled the air.

He stepped into the shower and let the hot water relax his aching muscles. Eyes closed, he breathed in a few slow deep breaths before the Vicks tan did what it was meant to do.

“T’ssziEW!”

The first sneeze caught him off guard as he accidentally sprayed the shower wall. He used one hand to steady himself and cupped the other hand over his nose and mouth.

“eh’KSHT! H’nxxTCH! hihh HEH’iikTSCHuh!!”

He pinched away the mess streaming from his nose and rinsed his hand off under the water. The long haired man reached for the shampoo bottle and squeezed a decent amount into his hand before he set down the bottle and rubbed it into his curls.

He had his head tiled back as he massaged the shampoo into his hair with both hands when his nose started buzzing again.

“F- hehh fuck- H’isshzziew! A’KTSHuhew!”

Eddie could feel small strings of mess running down his top lip. He rubbed it away with the back of his wrist before he rinsed out the shampoo and scrubbed down his body with soap.

The handle squeaked as he shut off the water, shivering slightly as the cold air hit him as he stepped out.

He toweled off his body and put on his boxers and pajama pants before moving the towel up to his hair. He squeezed a few sections to try and dry them and ruffled it a bit. After pulling his shirt back on, he stifled another desperate three sneezes into the towel.

He groaned as he opened the door and made his way back to his bedroom, where Steve was waiting. Eddie flopped onto the bed, face down, and groaned again for good measure.

“That bad, huh?” Steve asked.

“Ngggghhhhhh”

Steve raised an eyebrow, not quite sure what that sound was.

“Do you want me to call out for you?”

“Ushpmeesh”

“What?”

Eddie lifted his face out of the mattress to look up at Steve. “Yes plehhh please ii’KSCHiew! H’eSSSH! e’tSCHew!”

Steve held a hand in front of his boyfriends face, trying to shield himself from the onslaught of sneezes as he reached for the phone.

With cell phone between his shoulder and his cheek, Steve passed a handful of tissues to Eddie, who blew into them helplessly.

“Yeah Murray? Sorry Eddie’s not gonna make it tonight….. Blake can cover? Perfect thanks! Alrighty. B’bye.”

“Alright you.” Steve pocketed his phone as he stood up. “You’re too much of a biohazard to leave your apartment so just. Hang tight and I’m going to run to the corner store and get you some medicine.”

Eddie nodded and rolled over in bed as Steve gently closed the bedroom door and shut off the light. It was midday but blackout curtains really were miracle workers.

He grabbed his copy of Eddie’s apartment key and let himself out, on a mission to find his boyfriend some meds. And lots more tissues.

[bitchfitch]

"I think you did a good job. They loved you!" Silas tries to reassure him. The streets are mostly empty this time of night but Silas still barely flicks his eyes over to the balled up vamp under his coat in the seat beside him before returning his full attention to the road ahead.

Chase doesn't respond, just curls tighter on himself under the coat.

"There's always the next audition if they didn't, Bats. There's always a show going in this town and you're something special. If they didn't see that then it'll just be another show runner's gain."

"They offered me the lead," Chase eventually sighs. His voice is tight and low. A mixture of sorrow and old habits to protect it after singing that loud for that long. "Said my voice was perfect for her."

"That's fantastic right?" Silas tried to piece together why that would be an issue. He wasn't someone who regularly went to operas, nor had he had the inclination to research this one before offering to drive Chase to the audition.

"Her." he clarified. The one syllable dripping with venom.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

They fall to silence. Another car somewhere in the distance roared through the quiet night.

"Am I overreacting?"

"You know I can't answer that, Chase."

"Yes you can. You can tell me if I'm being a shitty stuck up primadonna for refusing a good role just because it's not the exact one I wanted."

"I don't think that's the issue at hand."

"It is. The reason I'm refusing it doesn't matter. Cross dressing has been part of theater as long as it's existed. I would be far from the first man to tolerate-" he cuts himself off with frustrated groan, not even being able to finish the thought it made his skin crawl.

Silas didn't know what to say. He didn't have the life experiences to even come close to understanding the turmoil his lover was in. He didn't have to to still ache deep in his chest over it.

"Will they let you take a few days to think it over?"

"No. They were auditioning because the lead and her understudy both got arrested and a couple others all bailed on them. The show is tomorrow. I told them no."

"Well then it's settled isn't it? We can look around for other auditions-"

"And they'll turn me down or offer me more girl and child roles. My voice is too fucking high to ever be considered for a man's."

"Don't theatres do gender blind castings all the time? I heard about a Shakespeare-"

"Shakespeare and opera are different. Most roles are cast gender blind. But they aren't register and tone blind. You can't replace a tenor or baritone with a high soprano."

"I... Why not?" Silas asked it as gently as he could, not knowing the lingo well enough to keep up.

"It would be like replacing a guitar with a ukulele." Chase sighs. "It would ruin the entire show if you didn't change everything to work with it."

"Oh... Are there shows with soprano male leads?"

"Yeah. And none of them want a voice that sounds like a girl's."

"I don't think you sound like a girl. I think you sound like you."

"I sound like a girl, and because of that fucking-" he growls to himself again, "That fucking Cunt Ass- That fucking monster- there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. I'll always look like this and always sound like this."

Again they fell to silence. Silas wanted to say he quite liked the way Chase looks and sounds. That there was a part of him that was deeply greatful for the tragedy that had befallen Chase all those years ago because it meant they got to meet despite the century that had elapsed between their births. He knew it would do nothing to soothe him, so he kept the sentiment to himself.

"Do you want to go to the lake? I have my razor... It can be like a picnic. Meal under the stars. We can leave the radio on and put the roof down." he offered a distraction instead.

"Can we just go to your place and watch some shit movie until you have to go to bed?"

"Yeah, of course," he put his blinker on despite there being no one around them before making the turn at the next intersection. They'd been going the opposite direction and needed to make a U-turn, but Silas hated U-turns for reasons he couldn't remember. He'd just loop the block. "Would you still like a meal?"

"Why are you offering it so much? New fetish?" Chase prodded as he finally sat up and poked his head out from under the coat. Though he kept it wrapped around himself.

"No. My foster mom just always said the best thing to do for someone hurting was to feed them, and I don't know what else to do for you right now."

"Thanks. But I don't want to think about what kind of monster I am tonight."

"Understood. Do you want to stop at a gas station and get some ice cream then?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

[conquerthenight]

Hello- I just wanted to let you know that when I sort of casually decided to search the Rebecca The Musical tags on tumblr and then I saw you're one of the people who made the Rebecca The Musical playlist on youtube and oh my goodness I was so excited, I actually texted my wife in the middle of the evening to tell her, it felt like when you find out a celebrity is on tumblr! I've been listening to the playlist nonstop for the last month or so- like all of my work has been done to it, I listen to it when I exercise and I'm just really impressed by the quality of the singing and the translations etc. Discovering it really made up for not getting to see the musical in London. My personal favourite songs are You'll Never Be A Lady, Alone Again, Bottle of Memories and Mrs De Winter Is Here (and I also have a fondness for anything with Jack Favell in, he's just delightful). I love how all the characters sound- like how I can imagine them all perfectly from how strong each character comes across in how they're sung, Mrs van Hopper is so brash and obnoxious and Ich is so anxious and sweet and Mrs Danvers is such a queen and you even made me quite like Maxim, who I was always kind of indifferent to in the book. I can't imagine how you had the time and energy to do the whole thing but I'm also so very grateful that you did because I love it so much. Anyway, sorry to send this out of the blue, I just wanted you to know how much I'm enjoying your creation! (oh and especial thank you for putting the lyrics online too!)

Oh my god oh my god oh my fucking god it’s 3 am and I’m crying tears of joy!!!! Thank you so so much, I am so over the moon that you loved Fanbecca enough to write such a sweet message. I’m shaking so much I’m so happy!!!

The person who sang Ich is actually me. That’s my (very obviously American 😂) voice you were hearing. I’ll admit, “Bottle of Memories” was NOT my best vocally, so I’m surprised that was your favorite, but I’m so glad you liked it. My friend Daytona was Maxim and he was also the one who did the editing and uploading of all the videos. I’ve gotten multiple messages from people who have said that he got them to like (or at least sympathize with) Maxim after previously not liking the character. That to me is a huge testament to how dedicated he was to the whole role. Our Danny is definitely a queen, I adore her. She also put her entire soul into this project. She’s German singing in perfect English and I just can’t hype her up enough.

This is the first time anyone’s commented on our Favell and Van Hopper (fun fact, our Danny had to step in as Van Hopper for “I’m An American Woman” because we did last minute rewrites to that song and our original Van Hopper and the understudy we had on standby weren’t available). Both of them absolutely slayed, I absolutely HATED “You’ll Never Be A Lady” until I heard her sing it. The guy who did Favell has actually been part of Fanbecca since Daytona and I finished writing the first draft of lyrics back in early 2019. Mrs. Van Hopper was also part of an earlier draft in 2020. Both of them came back for the final drafts and I cannot thank them enough.

Also, I never got to see Rebecca in London either. Couldn’t afford it and I live on the wrong side of the world so I spent my time on Tumblr and the casts’ Instagrams to see what I could of it. I also got my hands on an audio and that cast was incredible. Lauren, Richard, and Kara my absolute beloveds 🥰.

Thanks again for your ask and your follow, and my apologies for the rambling in my response XDDD

[blairwaldcrf]

The Tragedy of an Epilogue - a post-finale dair playlist (listen here x)

(part i)

the 1 - taylor swift

if my wishes came true// it would have been you

hallucinogenics - matt maeson & lana del ray

And then I crawled back to the life // That I said I wouldn't live in

poison & wine - the civil wars

I don't love you // but I always will

dance alone - gunnar gehl

What a shame that you're a stranger now // The only one that knows me

(part ii)

concussion - girlhouse

I talk about you now to everyone // In case you haven't moved on, moved on

drunk text me (shallou remix) - lexi jade, shallou

We're over, but I'm not over it // do you know if you called I'd still pick up

cringe (stripped) - matt maeson

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before // She said that I don't look like me no more

(part iii)

private fears in public places - front porch step

And I'd rather choke than to breathe in your absence // I'd rather feel your wrath than feel another's passion

exile - taylor swift, bon iver

I can see you starin', honey // Like he's just your understudy // Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

a little bit yours - jp saxe

You're not mine anymore // But I'm still a little bit yours //

happier - olivia rodrigo

And I thought my heart was detached // From all the sunlight of our past

(part iv)

blind spot - maddie zahm

You could burn my house down, don't know what for // And all I'd be is grateful you're back at my door

fuck my life up - clara park

Come and fuck my life up // Your hands reset the clock // The damage is already done //So why stop?

illicit affairs - taylor swift

And you know damn well // For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

for now - p!nk

Can we just freeze frame, pause, rewind, stop // And get back to the feelings we think we lost //

(part v)

gotten - slash

i can't save you if you don't let me // You just get me // like I've never been gotten before

broken - jonah kagen

Now I'm begging you to come and pull me out the fire // Come and save me like you did when we were young

is it just me - emily burns

Cause this would be a whole lot easier // If underneath some calm exterior // You're all fucked up too

(part vi)

my dear - solomon

Cause in my time // i might not find another love like you my dear

come home - OneRepublic

there's someone I've been missing// I think that they could be the better half of me // They're in the wrong place tryin' to make it right // but I'm tired of justifying

hate & love - jack savoretti

Everything I need is everything you've got // All your hate and all your love

[the-night-writer1]

monkie dad au timeline b birth of ember?

"Easy sunshine I'm right here deep breaths" Red son said softly as he gently put his hands on the center of Mk's back. Gently rubbing his love's back with heated hands.Mk was leaning on the wall and taking deep breaths. It had started suddenly while Mk and Mei were decorating the nursery.

" yeah you got this Mk" Mei chimed in trying to be supportive only to receive an ice cold glare. She took a few steps back out of fear.

"you should go get some towels and pillows set up in the living room dragon horse girl. I'll get him through this contraction, and the midwife should be here within the hour" Red son instructed as he went back to rubbing circles into the center of his love's back. Mei pouted as she didn't really trust him still. So she stood there with her arms crossed as he ignored her.

"we should take him to a hospital! It be safer than a stupid mid-"

"MEI" MK hissed coldly as he turned his head to look at her again," I do not need this bullshit right now! Go do as he fucking asked before I move from this fucking wall to hit you upside the head!"

"easy sweetness, she was just expressing her opinion love. Deep breaths" Red son softly cooed to him as he put his forehead back on his forearms," I'm alright and I'm not offended."

" they all keep treating you like shit! It's -ah it's not fair the midwife wasn't even your-" Mk tried to say as he tensed up. He took a sharp breath in and out before he continued," your idea! It was mine -ack!"

"focus on breathing my love. I'm right here everything will be alright" Red cooed once more as Mei went to setup what he'd asked her to. She kinda of felt like an asshole now for assuming the home birth was his idea.

She really did need to give him an actual chance huh? She been a jerk to him since he showed up out of the blue wanting to help. Red took it in stride however. Never once confronting her or Pigsy about their treatment of him.

She listened to the sweet nothings he told Mk after she'd set up everything in the living room. She was confused by the sweet huffs she heard occasionally unaware Red was part Ox demon.

"your doing great my beloved just keep breathing like that. Am I helping at all do you want me to stop?" Red softly cooed as the contraction ended for the time being. He'd done his research and was going about what he'd read help relieve some pain. Also what his mother had suggested .

"ngh... don't stop just move up a little bit" Mk said softly as he exhaled a small amount of smoke. Still dealing with magic shedding even now. Red son did as instructed while kissing Mk's shoulder reassuringly.

"you're doing great, let me know if you feel any urges or shifting. I'll keep an eye on these contractions" Red son said sweetly as he continued to rub Mk's back. Though Red did get a bit aggravated when he received a call twenty minutes later that midwife he'd originally hired decided she was too good to deliver his baby. Thankfully he had second less known midwife on standby.

"-and his contractions are getting closer together how fast can you get here?" Red son asked over the phone he helped Mk to the living room set up.

"give me about twenty minutes" the midwife said as they dug around," keep an eye on those contractions dear."

"Red my water broke" Mk said as he started to panic. He was shaking as Red son lowered him on to the mat Mei had set up. Red son put his phone on speaker and set it down.

"his water just broke, I have him off his feet" Red son said as he gave Mk a few reassuring kiss. Mei got a wash cloth and wiped sweat off Mk's brow.

"alright dear, check to see how dialed he is I'm on my way now." The midwife said,"keep his breathing steady."

"I..I think he's crowning" Red son said trying to remain calm as he carefully removed the wet clothing,"what should we do?"

"don't panic I'll send my understudy he's much closer. Just as experienced as I am. He should be there in 5-6 minutes" the midwife said before they hung up. Red son went and got into a position where mk could lay in his upper body in Red son's lap.

"I need to-' Mk started to say they both stopped him.

" not yet just breath in and out okay? Aid will be here soon" Red son cooed as he rubbed circles in to his love's hand as mk groaned. Soon the understudy arrived. A Carmel blonde who quickly took charge. He separated Mk's legs.

"alright big push. Count to ten then-" the midwife tried to instruct but he couldn't even finish. Mk was giving it his all into pushing. Red son and Mei each holding one of his hands.

Soon a loud cry was heard and the understudy held up the baby with a smile,"there's your little lady fellas."

" you did amazing Sunshine" Red son said before giving Mk a passionate kiss. The two were so clearly in love as they celebrated the moment as Ember was cleaned up.

[saynotoshityouhate]

Read Your Audience

Words: 3142

Summary: getting screwed over at work leads to getting screwed...away from work.

Tags/Warnings: angst, everybody cries, bad language words, slight noncon and power dynamics, Charlie is dumb boi, open ended ending, piv sex

Author’s Note: one of the moments in marriage story that sticks in my mind the most is when Charlie comments on Nicole’s hair. I don’t think he does it to be mean - he’s just an idiot sometimes. So that’s where I started - plus a little lyrical inspiration from my lovely @agirlwhoisaphantom and a team effort to get me not to quit this one...here we are! Enjoy. Written on my phone, sorry for formatting issues.

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“I can’t believe it, thank you so much!!” You hung up the phone in disbelief. You did it. You booked a lead role in the traveling company of Hamilton. An absolute dream come true. You squealed with excitement, slapping your hand over your mouth. You were at rehearsal and someone would hear you. Your heart dropped into your stomach. You had to find Charlie.

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You had been the understudy to the lead actress at a small, off-Broadway theatre company called Exit Ghost for a few years now. The lead actress had been married to the company director, and when they split up and she headed to Los Angeles, you thought for sure you’d be next in line for all the lead parts. You were wrong. You never wanted to work for larger theater companies - this one was perfect. It had a family environment that eventually actually became your family. Your friends were all here. But this - hiring someone else over you - was such a sign of disrespect.

The day after the new lead was chosen, you marched right into director Charlie Barber’s office. “What the fuck, Charlie? Have I not been here the longest out of anyone? Have I not worked my ass off day in and day out? I fucking deserve this, Charlie! Was I even considered?” Charlie sat back in his office chair, calm and collected, although he was shocked at your outburst. “Well, hello to you too,” he remarked, standing up out of his chair. Charlie’s figure was intimidating, extremely tall, broad shoulders, and built like he could pick you up and toss you across the room like it was nothing. He brushed his shaggy black hair out of his eyes. “I didn’t think you were ready. Remember your performance in the spring show? I can’t have that as my lead.” Charlie placed his hands on his hips. “I had the flu! You sent me out there anyways! Of course my performance was terrible - I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t speak without coughing...my god Charlie is that all you think of me? One terrible performance?” Seeing you had started to cry, Charlie scrambled around his desk and wrapped his arms around you. Underneath that tough exterior, he was truly caring - especially for his theater family. You all had been there for him during the toughest moments of his life - you were his family when his actual family was across the country.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I should have talked to you first.” Charlie rubbed your back as you cried into his shirt. “You’re an important part of this company, and an important person to me. I’m going to find a way to make it up to you, okay? Can you trust me?” You looked up at him, eyes red from crying. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms as you nodded in agreement. “Good girl. Now, will I see you at Happy Hour tonight? Drinks on me, okay?” You nodded again, sniffling and wiping your face on your sleeve. “I’m sorry I yelled, Charlie. I just…” He interrupted your thought by squeezing your arms and pulling you back into his chest, crushing his lips against yours. His lips were soft, softer than you had imagined. Not that you often imagined them...only a few times.

You placed your hands against his broad chest, pushing your head back away from his. Charlie stopped, looking down at you confused. “What the fuck, Charlie!” You slapped his chest, ripping your arms out of his grasp. He looked down at his feet and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m so sorry, I read that completely wrong.” You shook your head, covering your face. “Yeah, you really did.” You turned to exit his office, when Charlie reached out to grab your arm once more. You shrugged him off. “Really, Charlie, it’s fine, let’s just forget about this okay? We’ve got such a good thing going here. Let’s move forward. I’ll see you at drinks tonight. Okay? This never happened.” Now it was Charlie’s turn to nod. “Okay.”

—————-

“One vodka tonic, extra lime? You know what, make that a double, it’s been a day.” You slide your card over to the bartender, when a large hand covers yours. “Mike - just add it to my tab, hmm?” Your face burns with Charlie’s touch, embarrassed from your earlier encounter. You mumble a “thanks” under your breath, pulling your hand and card back across the bar top. “I figured out how I can make it up to you, you know, from this morning.” You looked up at him, knitting your eyebrows together, unsure of which item he was thinking of. “The lead actress thing!” He blurted, waving his hands to erase your thoughts of the earlier altercation. You took a sip of your drink, the bartender having dropped it off moments earlier. Tilting your head and raising an eyebrow, you were shocked he’d come up with something so quickly. “Yeah? Shoot.”

Charlie pulls back a barstool, motioning for you to take a seat. Chivalry was not dead with this man. “We can’t lose you, y/n. You’re way too valuable to this company, to this family.” He waves his hand to the rest of the cast and crew scattered around the bar. “I can’t lose you.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, but quickly removed it, placing it in his lap. “Megan probably will only be with us for a season, she’s already eyeing up the Hamilton gig. Stay in your understudy role for one more year, and then I promise it’s yours. Plus, I’ll give you assistant director credits on every production until then. It’ll be an excellent growth opportunity, and who knows what it’ll open up for you down the line.” You took a long sip of your drink, using the time to think through the pros and cons of this proposal.

You loved Exit Ghost - it was as much your family as it was Charlie’s. You felt how badly Charlie wanted you to stay. You didn’t want to leave and start over. On the other hand, you were getting older. It wasn’t as easy to find leading roles at your age as it was five years ago. You had put so much time in at Exit Ghost, for Charlie to just throw that all away hurt. Badly.

Charlie waved down Mike to get you a refill. You slid Mike the empty, only slightly embarrassed at how quickly that went down. “Fine. I’ll stay.” Charlie’s eyes lit up, his goofy, toothy smile spreading wide across his face. “Under one condition.” Charlie paused his celebration; you were negotiating and he was going to take this seriously. “We reinstate Donut Wednesdays.” Charlie laughed, a sound that was few and far between lately. “Deal,” he stuck out his hand for a handshake, to seal the deal. You smiled back, placing your seemingly tiny hand inside his.

The next morning, you called your agent to set up auditions.

———-

You and Charlie worked very well together and quickly fell into a good cop/bad cop routine rather unintentionally. His clumsy attempts at constructive feedback often came off as just plain mean. You were there to swoop in to clean it up with positivity before anyone started to cry. The company was running better than it ever had with the two of you at the helm. Plus, who doesn’t love Donut Wednesdays?!?

Charlie was in awe of you. He knew you were a great actress, but you really stepped into the assistant director role seamlessly. You softened his approach, yielding better results from the actors. Your ideas were smart, well thought out, and presented in a way that didn’t damage his fragile ego. He’d always had a crush on you, even before him and Nicole had broken up. Your acting styles were so different, despite being partners in the lead roles, and seeing your creative approaches to difficult character problems was such a turn on for him. He’d wanted to kiss you for a while, and kicked himself every day for messing up what he thought was his only chance with you. Your presence was energizing to him - he wanted to be the best version of himself for you.

You, however, were exhausted. You were learning Megan’s part, assistant directing, meeting with Charlie to go over notes, and somehow squeezing in auditions during your very limited free time. You had one night off, and it happened to align with the company Happy Hour. You debated not going, thinking about how wonderful it would feel to get to bed early. Your friends weren’t going to let you get away with that, and dragged your tired body to the bar. You plopped yourself into a booth next to Charlie while your friends got you a drink at the bar.

“You alright, y/n? You look terrible.” Charlie placed his hand on your back, rubbing in small circles. “Seriously, Charlie? Have you zero clue how to read a person?” You looked up at him, frustrated and flabbergasted that he didn’t know that this was not the right thing to say to you right now. Your friend had dropped off your drink as you raised your voice, so they backed off and left the two of you to talk it out.

“Charlie...I’m working two jobs for you, plus I have...other things during my free time. I -“ Charlie cut you off. “What, are you dating someone right now?” You almost spat out your drink, giving him the same ‘WTF’ face you’d given him just a minute earlier. He looked at you, wide eyed and pouty lipped. You let out an exasperated sigh. The man had no idea how to speak to a woman. “No, Charlie, I’m not dating anyone. Maybe if I was getting laid I wouldn’t be this stressed all the goddamn time - or at least I’d be more fun to be around.” You took a long sip of your drink, feeling your blood begin to boil. “You know this is my one free night? I could have gotten into so much trouble by now, or I could have gone to bed early, or gotten my back blown out by some random guy off the street and yet I’m here!” You slam your drink on the table and put your head in your hands, partly out of exhaustion, partly out of embarrassment at your outburst.

Charlie’s hand was still on your back, having slipped lower with you leaning forward to rest on the table. He raked his other hand through his hair, summoning the courage to make a move. He leaned in closer, hot breath hitting your ear. “We could get out of here, you know...check some of those items off of your to-do list.” Despite your best efforts to be angry at the suggestion, your body was betraying you. Feeling his hand on your lower back, and his breath on your neck yielded an immediate rush of heat and moisture that you couldn’t deny. Slowly, you turned your head to look at him, jaw set and eyebrows furrowed. He backed away, the same look of fear in his eyes. You pointed a finger at him. “Once, Charlie Barber. Just once. And only because I’m worried about what I’ll do if we don’t.”

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You had barely exited the elevator of Charlie’s apartment before you were at eachother like animals. It was a violent storm of hands and clothes and lips and tongues flying through the room, eventually touching down in Charlie’s bedroom. Charlie tossed you onto the bed, slowly prowling forward like you were his prey. “Damnit Charlie, just fuck me - everything doesn’t have to be theatrics with you all the time. Let’s go!” Charlie backed off. Hands on his hips. “You need something from me. That means we’re doing it my way. Understood?” You laughed at him. “Really? You’re just going to let me walk out of here in your current state?” You pointed at his enlarged, angry, leaking cock. “I think I get to make the rules here.” You spread your legs wider, opening yourself up with one hand, while rubbing small circles on your clit with the other.

Charlie groaned, seeing your body begin to flush and twitch without him made him forget about his attempt at dominance. He crawled in front of you, lifting your legs to allow his aching cock to drag through your folds. You were soaked already, your pent up stress and frustration causing your body to beg for release, despite your best efforts to play it cool. Teasing your entrance, Charlie was prepared to take it slow, knowing his size wasn’t exactly average. “Charlieeeeeeeeee,” you moaned out in frustration, slapping your hands against the sheets. “Needy little thing, are we?” Charlie chuckled, snapping his hips in punctuation as he entered you in one fell swoop, eliciting a high pitched screech. You gripped the sheets tightly and screwed your eyes shut. He took a moment to catch his breath, adjusting to the feeling of being inside you, something he’d thought about on more than one occasion. It was better than he could have imagined. Snapping out of it, and gaining some confidence, he pulled out, leaving just the tip inside. “Ready to take direction now, y/n?”

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You woke up the next morning with heavy limbs draped over you. You both had fallen asleep after round four, your body's saying no more, collapsing into a tired heap. It obviously wasn’t your intention to stay the night, a mistake you planned to swiftly rectify. Wriggling and rolling out from under Charlie’s weight, you began to collect your clothing from across the apartment. As you ordered an Uber, you heard Charlie’s feet pad across the hardwood floor. Seeing you dressed and ready to go was disappointing, but he understood. Or at least he was trying to understand the “just once” rule you had set from the outset. You looked up from your phone to see Charlie, in his bathrobe, leaning on the doorframe. “See you at the theater?” You nodded. “Thanks, for last night. It, uh, helped. Thank you.” Charlie smiled. “Glad to be of service.” Your phone dinged, signaling the arrival of your car. You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear, and turned to leave.

Charlie took one step forward, inhaling sharply. He didn’t want you to go. But that wasn’t what you wanted and he needed to respect that. And with that, you were gone.

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After you got the phone call about Hamilton, you knew you had to tell Charlie. You knew he hated being interrupted in the middle of rehearsal, so you tried your best to be patient. At 12:15pm, Charlie called for a break. You rushed over, grabbing his arm. “Can we talk? In your office?” Charlie’s cock jumped in his pants. Was she that eager for more - he thought to himself. “Lead the way!”

Charlie closed the door behind him and strode toward you with purpose. “Charlie?” You questioned him, seeing the look in his eyes. He stopped and cleared his throat. “Yes, y/n, what did you want to talk about?” You laughed and shook your head. “I have really amazing news, and wanted to tell you first. I got one of the leads in the traveling company of Hamilton! I leave for Chicago on Friday!” Charlie’s heart fell to his stomach. Every moment you two had from the many years of working together came flooding back to him, every missed opportunity to tell you how he felt about you. It was always an issue of timing - his marriage to Nicole, his divorce, your time in graduate school...it was never the right time. And now it was too late. Charlie swallowed down his sadness and approached you with his arms open for a hug. “I’m shocked! I thought Megan had that in the bag! I’m so proud of you.” Wrapped in his arms, you took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of his cologne, feeling the cool touch of his watch on your arm, hearing the beat of his heart in his chest. This made it real. Pushing yourself out of the embrace, you outlined your plan for the next few days, ensuring someone could transition into your roles seamlessly. Charlie had trouble focusing, but you luckily had it all written out for him already. He had nothing to worry about, except his feelings.

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Your apartment was all packed into brown moving boxes, stacked taller than you could see. You sat on a blow up air mattress in the middle of your living room, eating take-out Chinese food and drinking wine straight from the bottle. You didn’t know which box had the glasses, plus you were too exhausted to do dishes tonight. The movers would be here early in the morning to put all of your belongings, except for two suitcases, into storage. You’d be living in hotels and on your busses for the next year of your life, and you couldn’t be more excited.

A knock at your door broke you from your daydream of the future ahead of you. Setting your dinner on the floor, you walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. There was Charlie, pacing back and forth. You adjusted your lounge wear before unlocking and opening the door. “Charlie? What are you doing here?” You stood in the doorframe, not exactly welcoming him inside. Charlie, being much taller than you, could see the boxes piled high behind you. His shoulders dropped. “I needed to talk to you, to see you, before you left.” His eyes were red and glossy, clothes disheveled. It looked as if he hadn’t slept, or slept in those clothes. You looked up at him with concern, stepping aside to let him come inside.

Seeing your dinner on the floor, he abruptly turned around. “I’m interrupting dinner. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have come, this was stu-“ You placed your hands on his chest. “Charlie. Calm down. You’re not interrupting.” You gave him a small smile, which cracked him right open. He began to cry, covering his face.

Charlie fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around your legs. He nuzzled his head into your thighs. “I love you, y/n.” His voice was shaky and muffled. You ran your fingers through his thick black hair and sighed. He looked up at you, hazel eyes wide and filled with tears. “Tell me you love me, y/n. If you don’t, then lie to me. Please. Please.” He began to sob, letting go of your legs and dropping back to sit on his heels, head in his hands.

“Charlie?” You placed your hand under his chin to bring his eyes up to yours.

“I love you, too.”

[reallybadfeeling]

My Obikin Playlist Masterpost

I'm gonna try to explain my reasoning, but you can give each song whatever interpretation you want. Also, use them however you want if any of them inspire you to make something creative.

(PS: Sorry for my ranting on the first song. I'm very passionate about it in particular.) (Tagging @imtryingsstuff because she asked for it. Even though I was already working on this post before she asked. I have way too much free time.)

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❧ Heart + Bones - Roisin O

I've tried to sit down and write this song out Feels like a thousand times But I was always too scare of what I might find But if I keep on blocking this pain out It might be too late To heal my heart somehow Don't wanna open that wound Don't wanna replay that night Don't wanna think about you You are no longer mine Don't wanna write you a love song When I know that love is gone 'Cause if I let myself think of you I might lose my mind It's the heart and bones It's an empty soul The dreams at night that shake me to my core And I can't get up off this floor It's in the bones of me An empty soul in me The dreams at night that shake me to my core I can't get off this floor [...] Don't wanna think about you When you're no longer mine Don't wanna write you a love song When I know this love is gone [...] The dreams at night that shake me to my core I just can't take this hurting anymore [...] Don't wanna think about you You are no longer mine Don't wanna write you a love song When I know this love is gone 'Cause if I let my mind think of you I might lose it all I've tries to sit down and write this song out Feels like a thousand times

A fair warning: each and every break-up song in this playlist is basically me crying at the idea of a very heart broken Obi-Wan post RotS alone on Tatooine. But for this song in particolar I mention the repetitions with the slight differences because in my eyes they are actually HUGE! The more the song goes on, the more Obi-Wan is spiraling! The way it specifically tells that the empty soul is his the second time, like he accepts that despite what Anakin did he still thinks there's a soul there to save, and the idea of not doing so makes his soul feel empty. And the switch from "get up off this floor" to "get off this floor", literally him being so desperate he stops thinking that he wants to get up (and the last time it literally becomes "i just can't take this hurting anymore", because Obi-Wan had to see so many people he loves die, he literally can't take any more breaking of his heart). The first "you are no longer mine" is the realization hitting him, but then it becomes "when you are no longer mine" and that feels like acceptance of that realization (but then later in the song it turns back to "you are no longer mine" like he's so desperate he wants to deny it once again, distance himself from it)! The switch from "that love" from "this love", like the first time he's thinking about how Anakin no longer loves him, but then realizes that no matter how much he still loves Anakin, there is actually nothing he can do about how everything is broken. But most of all the first time it's "if I let myself think of you I might lose my mind", which is Obi-Wan still being rational about things, or at least trying not to let his mind linger on the thought of Anakin; but then at the end it becomes "if I let my mind think of you I might lose it all", because he's already thinking about Anakin and he can't let his mind linger on it, otherwise he would realize how much he lost when he lost Anakin, which is everything. And the ending too, by repeating the start, but now it has a feeling of resignation to it, like at first he was literally scared to let himself linger on his feelings because he knew he would find heart break, but now he's just empty and at the same times he knows he'll feel like that a thousand times more, because he just can't let that hurt go, he can't let his love for Anakin be forgotten. ... I love this song and it shows. I mean, the playlist is literally named after it for a good reason. I swear I'll be less wordy for every other explanation.

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❧ Black Hole - Griff

It seems like things are going really well for you I wish that I could say the same about me too I wish that I could say the same [...] Without a trace You disappeared and took some of me with you, babe Like the way I used to laugh untile my belly ached Well, that's all gone away now And boy, you know I've tried to pray, I've bruised my knees I've tried to bring you back to me I've tried my best to find some kind of peace Don't you see? There's a big black hole where my heart used to be And I've tried my best to fill it up with things I don't need It don't work like that, no, it's not easy To fill this gap that you left in me

So, I see this as a song for an AU, maybe a Modern Au. Something basic like the two of them maybe being neighbors and Obi-Wan maybe being a tutor for Anakin when he was a teen, and Anakin having a huge crush on him. But then Obi-Wan marries and Anakin is heart broken. (Don't worry the idea is also that Obi-Wan gets a divorce and comes back to Anakin, but still, the song fits for the first part of this idea). But feel free to see whatever else you want in it.

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❧ Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips

I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bride To make you well, to make you well When enemies are at your door I'll carry you away from war [...] Give me reasons to believe That you would do the same for me And I will do it for you, for you Baby, I'm not moving on I'll love you long after you're gone

This is honestly a classic. It would fit with any ship, but that line about lying, cheating, etc... That screams Anakin. Like, literally canon that he would do anything to keep the person he loves with him.

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❧ What You Talking About? - Peter Bjorn and John

You used to be my hero Now you're just another boss [...] Five years as your understudy When I can't understand what you talking about [...] Tell me lies and I will listen Tell the truth and I'll be gone Tell me why I need permission [...] Shining in your shadow How could I sink this low? Our acquaintance has been so-so And I can't understand where my patience's gone

These lyrics just give me very frustrated Anakin as a Padawan trying to navigate his relationship with Obi-Wan. Not very romantic or shippy, but still relevant in my opinion.

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❧ Bruci la città - Irene Grandi

(Let) The city burn down or live in fear (that) within two hours everything will disappear anything else will disappear [...] I can't stop (myself) from screaming That I hold you to my heart To protect you from evil That I wish I could soothe Your pain, your pain [...] (Let) The stars explode (Let) The whole thing explode (Let) Everything other than the two of us die At least for a little bit At least as a mistake [...] I want to get my act together Maybe be better And shield you with my heart From catastrophe and fear

Don't really know why, but this makes me think of a quiet moment in the middle of the Clone Wars, just Anakin and Obi-Wan alone in a tent, hoping to have a moment of peace in each other's arms. (If you want the full lyrics translated let me know, I just picked my favorite parts)

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❧ Atlantis - Seafret

We got here the hard way All those words that we exchange Is it any wonder things get dark? 'Cause it's in my heart, it's in my head I never take back the things I said [...] I can't save us My Atlantis, we fall We've built this town on shaky ground [...] Now all the birds have fled The hurt just leaves me scared Losing everything I've ever known It's all become too much Maybe I'm not built for love If I knew that I could reach you, I would go

SO MUCH OBI-WAN ANGST POST-ROTS! Like, the birds that have fled are the Jedi that survived Order 66, the things impossible to take back a reference to the entire conversation between Anakin and Obi-Wan during their duel... And the one thing that always breaks me: "maybe I'm not built for love", which makes me think about that "infinte sadness" thing that comes from one of the novels. *chef kiss*

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❧ No Time To Die - Billie Eilish

I should have known I'd leave alone Just goes to show That the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe We were a pair [...] You were my life, but like is far away from fair Was I stupid to love you? Was I reckless to help? Was it obvious to everybody else? That I'd fallen for a lie You were never on my side [...] I let it burn You're no longer my concern Faces from my past return Another lesson yet to learn

Don't know about you, but this always makes me think of a lonely and bitter Obi-Wan after RotS. There's also another way of reading this honestly. This could absolutely be Anakin spiraling at the end of RotS, convinced that Padmé doesn't love him anymore; and then Vader facing Luke (the face from the past returning) and realizing the one who always lied to him was Palpatine.

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❧ White Flag - Dido

I know I left too much mess and Destruction to come back again And I caused nothing but trouble I understand if you can't talk to me again And if you live by the rules of "it's over" Then I'm sure that that makes sense But I will go down with this ship And I won't put my hands up and surrender There will be no white flag above my door I'm in love and always will be And when we meet Which I'm sure we will All that was there Will be there still I'll let it pass And hold my tongue And you will think That I've moved on

There's no doubt that this song has been overused. And it is a very classic meme, so sometimes it's hard to take it seriously. But I still love it. And I can't help but relate this to something with Vader trying to redeem himself but failing at that too, and his and Obi-Wan's relationship still being broken as fuck.

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❧ Fight the End - The playground

When it's all falling apart I'll be the one who can hold you Console you When everything's getting dark And you can't find the spark To get through I'll fight for you till the end Whatever's broken I'll mend For you If you think it's all gone Just breathe in and hold on Till the end of time

Once again, just some H/C during the Clone Wars kind vibes, but also good for an apocalypse AU of some kind.

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❧ Hanging On A Lie - Striking Matches

I'm not mentioning a specific part of this song, because the entire thing in my head is just the whole journey of Anakin turning to the Dark Side and then turning back to the Light right before he died. Seriously, up until the first chorus, it's just Anakin talking about what he feels like about Padmé's supposed betrayal. ("Baby you've been up to something / don't you tell me it's not what it looks like" but also "I might have been naive but I'm not blind" and "Don't you know you should know better than this / Than to cover up the truth with your poisonous lips/I'm not falling for it this time"). The second half of the song is Vader facing Luke. ("I'll be the one who got away from you when you / finally figure it out / you won't find me"). And the last part is Vader realizing all the lies Palpatine told him all alon. ("I'm not fallin' for it this time/try and try too little too late" and again the "you should know better than this/than to cover up the truth with you poisonous lips") A bit of a weird interpretation, that's for sure. But look at me making a song about cheating all about Anakin's journey!

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❧ Bloodsport '15 - Raleigh Ritchie

Your love is worth it and for that I will wait And though you hate me when you have a turn I drive you crazy, but you always return [...] Although you love me, sometimes we're mean Things can get ugly, but we're still a team We are an army that breaks from withing but That's why we're stronger and that's how we'll win [...] I've got your back, and though it's stacked against us I've got your hand, it's us against consensus And I will burn the people who hurt you the worst and I will no learn Cause I am too young and too dumb to consider the terms of breaking the law And I'll curse the day that they return With a smile on my face as their heads hit the floor And they're done, now it's curtains, the bloodlust's a clusterfuck, it hurts but it's working And even if you ask me to stop, it's too late because I've already decided their fate It's not a distaste, it's pure hate and it pulsates and it works its way around my brain Anyway, what I'm trying to say is I'll protect you till the day I meet my maker So don't fight me now cause you might need me later Loving you is a bloodsport Fighting in a love war It's not what I'm in love for, I'm yours I don't know if you can help it, maybe I'm just being selfish

Soooo, basically Anakin doing to Obi-Wan what he did to Padmé: loving him so much he thinks he has to turn to the Dark Side to save him. The first part I can almost imagine said by Obi-Wan, actually. Like, he's aware that sometimes Anakin hates their dynamics, but also that they are both in love... Which just ends with total madness.

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❧ Sweet Love of Mine - Joy Williams

I was broken, I was blind Lost in a moment I thought I left behind Then you woke up this dark soul of mine Carrying a light I thought I'd never find When you found me, I was all alone The whole world around me, but nowhere to call home I heard your voice sing like heaven's choir Gathered up my fears and threw them in the fire

I'm well aware this song is about pregnancy and how the singer found herself in the experience of becoming a mother. BUT, hear me out: what about an AU with either one of them being a Sith and the other one is still a Jedi. Instead of fighting each other, the Jedi tries to save the Sith, because they realize that the Sith actually never had a chance to be anything else since they grew up with a Sith as their "parent" and Master. But if we still want to keep the pregnancy element, fuck it! It's perfect for an Omegaverse AU, with Anakin maybe about to fall when he finds out he's pregnant and that is how Obi-Wan and their unborn child save Anakin. (Is this very specific? Yes. Do I care? Nope, and that's why this song made it into the playlist.)

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❧ Senza fare sul serio - Malika Ayane

There's a post on my blog already about why this song makes me think about the Jedi Order in general. I know I should probably keep it in a different playlist. Alas, it's still here. Have a link to my previous post if you are interested on reading a complete translation and the explanation of my reasoning. HERE!

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❧ Conversations in the Dark - John Legend

I will never try to change you, change you I will always want the same you, same you Swear on everything I pray to That I won't break your heart I'll be there when you get lonely, lonely Keep the secrets that you told me, told me And your love is all you owe me And I won't break your heart [...] And we, we got places we both gotta be But there ain't nothing I would rather do Then blow off all my plans for you

It's just such a lovely love song, I couldn't help myself. This seriously gives me sappy Obi-Wan vibes in any way, shape or form.

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❧ If You Ever Leave, I'm Coming With You - The Wombats

You know I'll do Whatever you want me to [...] Take you out of this You reluctant optimist And if you ever leave, I'm coming with you Stuck to the gum that's stuck on your shoe If you ever leave, I'm coming with you [...] Am I losing you in the dark baby? No more breaking stuff No more acting up Filling your head with doubt

A song about the obsessive kind of love that hints of a way too dependent relationship? Something that mentions losing themselves in the dark? Of fucking course I relate this to Anakin and the way he loves people!

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❧ Transplant - Sea Girls

You're breaking all the promises tonight I'm always dancing by myself as the music plays I'm always one step behind, off-beat, out of place Now I'm looking for you, you're looking away [...] Your heart changed Mine stayed the same I don't recognize your voice when you're saying my name Your heart changed And mine beats the same way [...] Wish I could be back in the moment We were shining, we were making mistakes 'Til your heart changed Mine stayed the same

Have I mentioned that I have a lot of RotS feels? Yeah, so, in my head the "dancing" works like an analogy to fighting and the "music" is literally the sound of battle. Which is why this fits perfectly as far as I'm concerned. An even the "always one step behind" part is just Obi-Wan not realizing Anakin was slowly turning to the Dark Side. But it can be related also to how Anakin basically felt like he didn't truly belong with the Jedi.

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❧ Read my Mind - JONES

Can't control my thoughts But I'm trying every day [...] But sometimes I want impossible things When you hear my voice, what does it say? Need a language, we're lost in translation From impossible thoughts and feelings Why don't you know before I know? What I need to say, before I can How come you don't have the answer Before I asked you the question? Wish you could read my mind [...] It's been a long time since we've been together In the same world, just want you to look at me Like I was everything you ever wanted again [...] Just hold me like I'm everything you wanted again

A good song of the two people pining will always make me think of those two dorks. And their feeling are definitely lost in translation even in canon, with Anakin never realizing how much Obi-Wan actually cares for him because of Palpatine's manipulations.

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❧ So Much It Hurts - Niki & The Dove

Oh, I ask you where you've been 'Cause you always come home late nowadays What a fool was I to think we were safe From the thieves in the temple [...] Oh, won't you bring it back? After all that we've been through together Is it now you gonna throw it all away? Oh, a love like ours Tell me, was it worth it? Oh, the thieves in the temple Oh, but you said that For better for worse You would always be there for me Always be there for me Always be there for me like I'll always be there for you Good times and bad times

So this screams Padmé being cheated on. Like, Anakin still married to her, yet he is always sneaking away after they spend time together to be in the Temple with Obi-Wan. Like, Obi-Wan is literally the thief in the Temple that steals Anakin away from her. (Which I'm sure is actually a metaphor for how the couples' marriage is the temple and someone is disrespecting it by taking away the other's lover. But look at me making this literal, 'cause why not!).

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❧ Power & Control - Marina

Give a little, get a lot That's just how you are with love [...] Think you're funny, think you're smart Think you're gonna break my heart Think you're funny, think you're smart Yeah, you may be good looking But you're not a piece of art [...] Power and control I'm gonna make you fall I'm gonna make you fall We give and take a little more 'Cause all my life I've been controlled You can't have peace without a war

Another song for an AU, this time one with both of them being Sith, most likely being enemies too at first. Before they decide to work together against Anakin's Master.

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❧ No Hero - Elisa

Don't you shut your eyes And hide you heart behind a shadow 'Cause you can count on me As long as I can breathe [...] I've fallen from grace Yeah, I'm much less a saint than a sinner Oh, no I ain't no superhuman 'Cause that's just in the movies, I know But I'll carry you throught the night Through the storm Give you love, always love in return I can't jump over buildings I'm no hero But love can do miracles I can't outrun a bullet 'Cause I'm no hero But I would take one for you [...] 'Cause I'm no hero But I'd spill my blood for you If you need me to I'll be there

Another song from an Italian artist, but this one is in English! And I totally see this song for a scenario where one of the two isn't a Jedi or even for a Modern AU. But it can totally work for Canon compliant too because Anakin is the one every calls hero with no fear. It fits then if Obi-Wan tells Anakin that he doesn't feel like a hero, but he would do anything for Anakin.

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SOOOO, this post is getting way to long (like, it was way too long even just with the first song). And I made it to an even 20 songs. I feel like this a nice place to stop for now. Don't worry, these are just the first 20. I have more in my private playlist, but I want to make another post like this when I add them to the public one. Because I can. And that's what I'm gonna do.

[crazy-bi-btch]

Heather: The Musical Part 2

A/N: I am so happy you guys liked this fic idea 😭 I swear i thought it would be a flop, I’ll post continues parts moving forward ;) Enjoy Sweet Pea’s awesome audition 🙈 PS listen to the song for extra umfff 😏 

REQ: @misssirenlove​

Warnings: Cursing, angst, musical number duh

       Seeing him up there on the stage practically made me drool and gag at the same time. I should hate him. But the way the stage lights hit his tan skin was electrifying. The mic sat in between his ringed-up fingers. Fangs began strumming the electric guitar and the song began.

“Every time when I look in the mirror

All these lines on my face getting clearer

The past is gone

And it went by, like dusk to dawn

Isn't that the way?” Sweet pea sang with a smug look on his face as he saw Reggie’s disgusted face. I sighed and prayed for this to be over soon.

“Everybody's got their dues in life to payyyyyyyy,

Yeah, I know nobody knows

Where it comes and where it goes

I know it's everybody's sin ” He walked down the stage crouching down to the level of the front row where I sat. His smirk and gleaming eyes staring into me as he sang that specific verse as if it was meant for me. I huffed in annoyance, which got a laugh outta him.

“Sing with me, sing for a year

Sing for the laughter, and sing the tear

Sing with me, if it's just for today

Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you awayyyyy

Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year

Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear

Sing it with me, if it's just for today

Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away,” His voice rang in the raspiest way possible that left me amazed. 

 He rocked along with Fangs and soon Archie got excited and grabbed his own guitar to rock along with them. A small smile formed on my face as I admired a different side of Pea. The small crowd of auditionees began clapping and cheering. I giggled at their response, especially at the girl’s response.

“ I didn’t know he could sing!” Betty laughed in amazement staring at me. I smiled.

“ I did.”

“Dream on

Dream on

Dream on

Dream until the dream come true

Dream on

Dream on

Dream on

Dream until your dream come true,” We all got on our feet cheering and rocking along to the song. The realization then hit me, seeing him rock on stage, the lights hitting him, his voice ringing during each verse the gleam of power he felt. 

This isn’t the sweet pea she knew. The one she knew, made a bet with his biker friends that he could make me fall in love. To fuck me and then leave me. And he did.

Tears brimmed in my eyes. Rage fueling me up to push through the forming crowd of the front row.

“Dream on

Dream on

Dream on….” I pushed and pushed until I was running towards to auditorium doors sobbing.

“Dream on

Dream on

Dream on

Dream on, ahhhhhh” Just as Pea sang his high note he realized someone running towards the doors. He glanced at the crowd and didn’t see her. Looking back up he caught a quick glimpse of her dark hair disappearing behind the auditorium doors.

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I  sat in the stall where the girls left my clothes. I changed quickly as I cried softly. Then I heard the door open and the signature heels of my sister echoed. 

“ Baby sis…” Her soft voice asked, I sighed.“ Ronnie-”

“ You don’t have to say anything… You can tell me when you’re ready.” I opened the stall and hugged Ronnie. 

“ Like Daddy says, nunca dejes que te rompan.” I sniffled and nodded. She helped me clean my face and gave me a big hug before holding my hand and out into the hallways.

 ~

In my last period, I sat at the desk almost falling asleep until I got a ding from my phone. I discreetly opened it, I was added to a group chat.

Kevin: CONGRATS! SEE YOU IN REHEARSALS ;)

*Image*

I practically screamed as I opened the picture, the casting list was posted.

 Veronica: Victoria Lodge                             Understudy- Janette Smith   Heather Chandler- Cheryl Blossom               Understudy- Betty Cooper   Heather Duke-  Betty Cooper                    Understudy- Jessica Casper   Heather Mcneemara- Veronica Lodge       Understudy- Lisa Ron   JD- Sweet Pea.                                          Understudy- Reggie Mantle   Kurt- Archie  Andrews                                   Understudy- Jughead jones   Ram- Fangs    Martha- Toni Topaz                                       Understudy- Unknown

     I had gotten the role, but guess who also got in.  The love interest, a psychopath of a character, was being played by none other than Sweet pea…..

[sassooda]

Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 36 - No Longer Alone 🔞

w/c - 7,680

               “Kokoro really was a fool…I almost feel sorry.” Genghis is in the mood to celebrate as he quietly snickers through the Titer compound, planning to share the news with Getou. He passes through a crowded windowless but well-lit room heading towards the southern bunker. Nearly all of the clansmen and women bow to his presence as he cheerfully ambulates through their earthy corridors, submitting their trust into him. He enjoys the gestured acclaim, knowing full well this position being his was long overdue. After searching over the room joyfully, he becomes momentarily sidetracked as his first turbulent encounter ensues. The young Titer that served Mugoi before appears in front of him, blocking Genghis’s direct path. ‘Now to reform these loose ends…’, he thinks to himself as he assesses the young Titer’s despair. “You there, what is your name?” Genghis sees the hatred in the young man’s face.

               “…Itgeltei.”, is all the young man offers while still trying to remain fearless in front of the now most masterful man of the clan. “Itgeltei Baidal.”. His chin-length black hair waves with the wind as his deep brown eyes feign revenge.

               Genghis smirks to the spiteful response, understanding that the poor wretch has lost his own mentor and is raging with emotions. “You can come with me now, there is still much work to be done.” He motions for the young Titer to follow him but the single energized stomp in response makes him halt his resumed stance.

               “YOU KILLED MASTER KOKORO!” Baidal surges his energy and aims it at Genghis with tear filled eyes. “…and my SISTER!” His shaking limbs continue to quake as he takes a deep breath and prepares to at least injure the newly appointed head before being killed himself. “You have to pa-…”.

               Genghis, without lifting a finger, uses his presence to immediately suffocate the young man who is now clear with regret. “I certainly did not kill Mugoi or Okhin, that was the enemy.” The fear pricks its way to the surface as the young Titer now seems to recognize exactly how unmatched he is and this entertains Genghis, “See, I never inherited the ancient techniques but I’m the top dog now for a reason…”, Genghis slowly approaches while Baidal chokes, surely feeling compressed as he opens his mouth to breathe but is unable to suction in any air. “…I have learned other ways to instill my goals.”. After reaching the young Titer, he looks around to all of the surveyors that stand winded with horror. “YOU ALL UNDERSTAND WHO IS IN CHARGE NOW, RIGHT?!”. Genghis darts his eyes back to Baidal who’s face has since turned red and puffed from the lack of oxygen while he continues to struggle. A woman near the door cries, “Yes! We do Master Genghis!”, and all of the Titers before him that are able, drop to the floor to offer an extensive bow. “Alright then!”, Genghis releases the young Titer with a smile and watches him crash to his knees, gasping. Genghis kneels down before him and holds out a hand, “If you’re willing to redirect your hatred to the right place, you can still serve your clan to the upmost, Baidal.”, but he’s met with still resentful eyes and understands that the young man will need time to decide his own fate as his hand is swatted away. “If you cannot however, you serve no purpose at all. Consider my offer.”. Genghis then turns to continue walking to Getou before the young man did something hasty, not wanting a scene to erupt with so many witnesses.

               After Genghis leaves that corridor, Baidal hunts the room for any indication that he had supporters on the matter but feels completely alone as everyone looks down or simply continues with their business. ‘He may be powerful but he needs to be stopped.’, Baidal’s frustration peaks as he’s still trying to regain his breath, knowing that Genghis could have crushed him if he wanted to. Beneath his heaving he mutters the words that would have caused him death had they been heard, “He was supposed to stay locked away.”. Only by being Kokoro’s understudy did he become privy to the horrifying information of Genghis’s past and the true reason he was sent to death by the hands of Satoru Gojo to begin with. Baidal knows that there was never any love between himself and Getou, being that Kokoro committed atrocities himself. ‘I have to find allies…’, knowing he may have to outsource beyond his clan in order to have the backing necessary. ‘What does he have planned for Master Getou?’. Baidal thinks to check a few more friends before leaving the compound, his anxieties feeling all too real to ignore.

               Genghis is back to his excited mood as he feels the weight of Kokoro’s lack of existence uproot his very soul. ‘Kokoro was a mediocre man and never should have been given this role.’, he resounds internally as he feels that although that wasn’t the exact future he saw, he knew Mugoi was likely to expire at the hands of Fushiguro. “I do admire this Toji’s strength and he will certainly give us another edge until his time comes as well.”. He pretends to be kind as more Titers bow on foot to him as he passes, loving the thrill of being the faux head. The red clay-made walls and ground signify his descent into the compound, “Now we just have to work on Getou with the girl…”. Genghis smiles wider, ‘She’s truly perfect. What she’s capable of…what I’ll have her do…’. Genghis has yet to reveal all of his plans to Getou but will do so when he feels the time is right but not a moment sooner and for good reason.  Upon turning the corner towards Getou’s quarters though, he feels the gravitational presence. “Such a grown child…”, but hurriedly runs towards the door with slight apprehension, knowing there were some of the help in there with him.

               Getou is furiously releasing his gravity manipulation throughout the room. He’s yelling out but the sound means nothing in particular as he pins weaker Titers that were only there to serve him. “What am I supposed to do with THAT?!”, in pure fury he asks one of the servants as he points to the shattered bowl with water spilled all around it. “She’s…SHE IS DISGUSTING!”. The servants cry out unanimously as his fit continues but Getou purposefully doesn’t kill any of them. He looks to a younger male Titer who is already crying, “You really suggest that I should just accept this SHIT?! She’s tainted!”.

               Genghis bursts through the door, “SUGURU! STOP THIS AT ONCE!”, and uses his crippling presence to counter the waves of gravity. They’re no match for Getou’s abilities but they can at least bounce some energy back to him, thus giving his attention to Genghis. “RELEASE THEM!”.

               Suguru faces his mentor and reluctantly quells his technique, allowing the four pinned servants to scurry away through the door behind Genghis. “I wasn’t going to hurt them…but I may hurt bird bitch. You cannot SERIOUSLY expect me to want her.”. Getou now sits to the chair beside him and takes out his bun knowing he made a mess of it. ‘At least Fushiguro took action…’.

               “What happened in the small number of hours I’ve left you?” Genghis sees the shattered bowl and immediately understands that Getou saw something he didn’t like. He takes in the state of the room, all of the different craters formed about as he nears. ‘We’re lucky this part of the structure didn’t collapse…’. He’s a little irritated.

               “I will not have her as my wife.”, Getou huffs. He seethes at the images in his brain that depicted Elska, Naoya and Gojo sharing sexual relations. “She is not suited to be ANYONE’s wife!”. He accidentally snaps his hair band apart while trying to put his hair back up and becomes further infuriated. After grinding his teeth together, he tosses the useless hair tool across the room before running his hands through his long black hair. He sees Genghis nearing him and tries to recollect himself so he doesn’t seem immature. ‘Why the fuck did I have to see that?’.

               “What happened little one? What is SO bad that you feel you can justify this tantrum?” Genghis needs his words to cut but not in a way that will dislodge Getou further. He understands that sometimes he just may need a parental figure and is attempting to gratify this part of Suguru.

               “She…”, Suguru’s words silence for a moment before continuing, “…she was having sex with Zenin and Gojo…”. His fists clench reflexively as the thought of Gojo enjoying himself, living care free. It wrenches his intestines together. There’s a lack of response from Genghis, so he lowers his voice to exact his reasoning, “She fucks everyone.”, he cackles in annoyance, “Everyone but me that is.”. Getou remembers her glare when he left the room they held her in at the base. “I knew Zenin was oddly territorial with her but I never would’ve guessed this debauchery. He hates Gojo too…so I thought.”. Getou reels over the loss of his cohorts once again as he’s no longer alone but it doesn’t really feel like it.

               Genghis knows Suguru is expecting him to be riddled with disgust as well but he’s isn’t. ‘Is he..?’, Genghis is not even upset anymore as he feels that was confirmation of Suguru’s jealousy, whether Getou knows it or not. ‘Maybe there is hope for us after all…’. He lets a few seconds pass to simulate that of someone who cares. Genghis loves Suguru like a son but he also loves his own future as well along with his grandiose plans for their clan. With a small sigh he brings a chair and places it opposite of Getou and sits down. “Look little one, are you sure tha-…”.

               “SHE HAD GOJO INSIDE OF HER WHILE SHE WAS GAGGIN ON ZENIN!” Getou almost doesn’t catch himself in time to control the surging energy flowing through him. ‘Gojo… of all people.’.

               “Hmmm…”, is all Genghis offers while he thinks of how to diffuse this situation.

               “HMMM??!!!” Suguru mocks and then hollers, “What the FUCK kind of response is that?!”. He sees the glint of anger that flashes across his mentor’s eyes and decides to calm down. It’s a matter of respect.

               Genghis raises an eyebrow at how perceptive Getou can be at times although he needs to learn to be like that always. “I can see why that would bother you…”, but Getou scoffs as he turns away. “Her nature…it’s solidified but ever changing it would seem. We may not have the time we originally thought.” Suguru looks back to him now as he’s obviously curious as to what that could mean. ‘She’s already creating a small but powerful army.’.

               “What is that you know, Master?” Getou’s back to his collected demeanor as he’s eager to understand what could cause Genghis to seem so offhand on the ordeal. He looks around the destroyed room and feels slightly embarrassed, especially if there’s some kind of explanation.

               “When she drinks from the hybrid, his curse blood fuels her own. This is what I was trying to elucidate to you before.” Genghis checks to make sure he has Getou’s undivided attention. When he’s satisfied by his pupil practically hanging on the edge of his seat, he continues, ���She has awakened to a small degree and with her kind, that means a growing appetite for many things and less inhibiting emotions in exchange.”. Getou’s eyes narrow in response but Genghis proceeds, “When we get her here, you’ll have to sate her needs little one so it’s best you understand now.”. He’s anticipating a rebuttal but it doesn’t arrive, ‘Good, because if you don’t, I will...and that may cause some problems.’.

               Getou is still mildly confused but understands enough that he’ll have to feed and fuck her. “I’ve already tried that, it didn’t work.”. His thoughts take to the last time he saw her, while he was working his way in.

               “You stabbed her, broke her wings and then forced yourself between her legs… let’s understand the difference here, Suguru…”, Genghis shakes his head as he didn’t want to be so blunt but at the same time, there’s no room for error there, Getou must comprehend that.

               “And she called out for Naoya when I did.”, Getou’s patience are being tried at this point. He knows he was wrong in his approach and even with his brutal nature. He also is hesitant to express anything in regards to that scent that provoked him.

               Genghis interrupts the pity party, “Because she’s afraid of you Suguru…and rightfully so!”. He softens his eyes for his pupil for just a moment, “I could never imagine expecting any other outcome. I’ve never even thought to do something like that to a woman.”, Genghis lies with complete knack.

               Getou exhales heavily and turns his gaze to the shattered bowl, “That doesn’t explain why she’s fucking everyone…”, he loses himself in those same images again and runs his finger along his scarred cheek. His eyes widen as he’s suddenly remembering the aftermath, “Toji attacked them though, I’m guessing Kokoro succeeded?”. He switches his view back to his mentor with inquisitive eyes.

               Genghis decides to hold off of the details about Elska and Toji following the incident. ‘She really is getting her fill though…’, but smiles to her ways as he watched them that day, all of it, from afar. He then tilts his head upwards and tries to hold his happiness inside as he delivers Mugoi’s fate, “Kokoro perished by the hands of Fushiguro… and Oda.”.

               Upon hearing of Mugoi’s death a small smirk appears initially but then he’s overcome with the fact that he’d always planned on taking out Kokoro himself. “How can he be dead? Isn’t he under the same technique?”. He hopes the bastard can return for more.

               Genghis allows his grin to sneak through after seeing Getou’s reaction, knowing they’re both pretty glad the fuckers gone. “Yes well, they didn’t use any techniques to kill him, they just utilized that nature of theirs. If he were killed with a cursed ability, yes, we could have reversed that.” Genghis chuckles lowly, “I told him to be extremely cautious but he ultimately underestimated this Toji gravely. To be fair though, I wasn’t expecting the girl to behave as she did…she killed Okhin viciously as well.”.

               Getou catches on to his master’s amusement and it rubs him as odd, “You said the outcome would benefit me…did you know this would happen?”. He’s decided to place that weird display in the back of his mind for the time being. ‘Okhin too?’, Getou barely knew the Titer woman but was aware of her loyalty to himself and their cause and feels regret that she lost her life.

               “I did.”. Genghis leans toward being honest about this bit at least. He waits to gauge Getou’s response and becomes eased when he can tell that his knowing won’t be met with hostility. “Mugoi wasn’t a very good man and he had no business leading this clan. His strategies were half-baked and his desires to lead were misplaced.”.

               “I never did like him…I actually hated that fucker and owed him for Kechi and Eso...” Getou sighs as there’s yet another thing to be grateful to Elska for. “Serves him right.”. ‘I wonder how she did it?’. Getou ponders on her mysterious existence and wonders what else he may not know about her. He thought he was well informed before but sees that’s not the case at all.

               Genghis smiles genuinely as he proceeds the conversation to nourish the seed he’s planted, “So…you were watching her?”. He gives a playful shove to Suguru, “You can’t hide the fact that you’re interested…I can already tell.”.

               Getou’s face becomes deadpanned at his mentor’s words. He’s self-conscious about the truth in the statement, not really being sure as to when it happened nor why. He looks back at the shattered bowl, “I was seeing if there were any tactics I could formulate based on their own.”. He feels another light push and it’s clear that Genghis wasn’t buying it. ‘Why is she so important to even him?’. He sighs in frustration, “Yes, ok? I was watching her…although I regret it now.”. His eyes widen during the statement, showing he meant it desperately.

               Genghis releases a loud cheer into the room, “ALRIGHT!”. He pats Getou on the shoulder, “This is great little one! You shall have her then!”. He can barely control his pride as he knows this step was imperative to conquer. “We will have to secure her soon before the others reach her to do the same.

               Getou wants to ask about the others mentioned but figures it pertains to the clans also aiming for the same goal. He becomes tactical, “I think we should draw them in and crush all of their shaman.”. This time, when preparing her quarters, he would take a note from Naoya and make sure she can at least be impressed by their offer. ‘Would it really make that much of a difference though?’, he’s unsure of what lies ahead because of what’s occurred in the past.

               Genghis leans forward with approval, “That is a wise idea but we should bait them first.”, he smiles maliciously, “I think we should take your lover first and give them a location.”.

               Getou blushes against his own will and tries to mask it with haste, “Whatever, that’s fine. I need to prepare an area for her.”. Suguru stands up, cloaked in agitation as he worries about what could be wrong with him. ‘Why…am I feeling so…awkward?’.

               “Don’t be ridiculous, you only need to prepare another room for yourself.” Genghis can’t believe that he’s having to hold his pupil’s hand through this but laughs to the confusion painted on Suguru’s face, “She’s going to be staying with you.”.

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               “Cho, how do you know this? ARE THEY NEARBY?” Naoya knows Choso is also very fine tuned when it comes to sensing other techniques, primarily the Titers for having worked around them for so long. Naoya still is looking around to silently ask everyone to be on their guard.

               Choso doesn’t remove the box from his pocket. He keeps his fingers wrapped around it though and tries to figure out a way to communicate that won’t bring them to a disadvantage. His stillness unnerves everyone but Toji tries to calm the room, understanding there’s a purpose for it. Choso decides to try something. After standing, he uses his right hand to point at his pocket and while still holding the box inside of there, he flicks it a few times with his finger, creating sound.

               Gojo is the first to catch on and decides to give it a codename, “The bento box!”. He smiles to Choso’s relieved nod and turns to face everyone. “Do you remember the yellow fish delivery we received earlier?”, Toji scrunches his face but then the connection is made. “I believe that Choso’s saying he can tell by the bento box it came in.” Elska now seems to get it as well.

               “Baby? When did you eat yellow fish?” Naoya approaches her with a coy smile as the remaining members in the room sigh in frustration, thinking he was too dense to comprehend. Megumi scoffs being out of the loop and apparently feels ashamed of Naoya’s gestures. When within arm’s reach, Naoya snags Elska by the hip and kisses her cheek while whispering, “We will protect you princess.”. He feels her pull away only enough to look into his eyes. He knows she trusts him, it’s written all over her face and nothing could make him happier.

               Elska is lost in Naoya’s warm expression until a realization hits her, “Does…does that mean they saw…everything?”. She becomes completely uncomfortable at the thought and welcomes Naoya’s arms as they wrap around her fully this time. While burying her face into his chest, she can feel the bass from his voice as he laughs awkwardly above her. ‘Greeeaaaaat…’.

               “Well at least it was worth watching…I can attest to that!”, Gojo’s eyes brighten as he recalls the three of them on the bed. ‘It was…perfection.’. Nanami sends narrow eyes over to him which he can feel instantly and against his rowdier judgement, decides to leave it at that.

               Toji scoffs while looking at Gojo, “You’re the fucking worst, you do know that, right?”. He’s never been able to stand Satoru’s need to gloat about everything, especially when it comes to her.

               Gojo warps himself behind Elska, “Oh…but she loves it…” and ruts his pelvis into her rear.

               Naoya uses his projection technique to pull her away afterward, “You’re too fucking much Gojo, don’t expect that shit to happen again.”. He actually really enjoyed the threesome for the most part but sees that he stoked an already heated fire within Gojo by participating. ‘This guy is not right in the head!’.

               “Sati! Why would you do that in front of everyone?!”, She’s not felt Naoya’s technique first hand like that and stumbled with collecting herself after being moved with such speed. ‘Did he seriously just hump me?’.

               Nanami yells, “SATORU!”, with absolute disapproval as Megumi scowls heavily beside him.

               Choso loses himself in thought after hearing Gojo’s mischievous giggles. ‘Do they know that this connects their energy to us? I can tell when they’re spying…’. He twirls the box within his fingertips in his pocket as he tries to formulate an explanation as to why the Titers left it behind if this was genuine. He looks back over to Toji now, ‘Is he really ok? What did this do to him?’. Choso’s eyes now take to Megumi and his heart sinks knowing that they’ve only just begun their father and son relationship officially, ‘I have to figure this out before it’s too late.’. He still hears the voices of everyone else but doesn’t register that his name is being called. The surging energy from the box also ceases and he quietly states, “I think they’re done for now…”.

               Toji sighs, “Thank god, those fucking creeps have nothing better to than to use ourselves against us.”.

               Naoya and Elska both relax into each other knowing they can likely move more freely now. Naoya smiles at her but then continues what they were originally talking about. “I’ll get you some sweets baby!”. He now turns to Choso who is still in his own mind, “Cho!”, Naoya is waving at his friend, “Does that sound alright to you?”.

               Elska chimes in, “I swear I won’t bite you again!”, she looks around to everyone, “Although I am due for a feed soon…”.

               Naoya gasps, “Well I’ll stay too!”. He’s weary of her feeding from Choso for many reasons, his personal ones at the forefront though.

               Toji huffs, “I think you two should make yourselves scarce when we come back.”, his vision glaring between Naoya and Gojo. “You two have had enough today.”.

               Gojo wants to say something smart to rile Toji up but decides that maybe that wasn’t such a huge demand. He looks to Naoya and whines, “Let Toji feed her tonight…”. He kicks at nothing to display his disappointment but knows that he owes the giant this much at least.

               Naoya grabs her hands now and looks down to her with his weak protest, “Baaaby…”, but then sighs as he can understand where Gojo is coming from, “…Ok…but tomorrow you feed from me!”. He smiles gleefully as he secures one of his favorite past times. Of course, he enjoys the feeling her bite surges through him but more than anything else, he loves how much she enjoys drinking from him. It certainly makes him feel needed and with all of the testosterone surrounding her now, he appreciates the affirmations he receives from her, this one especially. ‘If only I had my own fangs…’.

               “If she drinks too much of you boy, she’ll get fucking cavities.”. Toji laughs to his own joke though as he meant nothing foul by it, he’s actually surprised he didn’t receive more resistance from either of them on the matter of feeding.

               “What are you guys about to do?” Choso now feels he missed something important.

               Elska and Gojo chuckle at the fact that Choso indeed tuned them all out moments ago.

               “They’re going on a food run while you stay with me, if that’s ok!”. Elska smiles and continues, “You can take a shower too if you want, I won’t leave the room but you’ll still have privacy in there.”. She walks over to the bathroom and pulls out a fresh towel from a neat stack that lays on iron shelving next to the tub.

               “And make sure you’re clothed when you leave the bathroom…”, Gojo’s tries to make his tone lighter but he’s serious. “I saw what you’re hiding underneath those clothes, you thick ass stallion!”, and laughs to Choso’s widening eyes.

               Choso recalls Gojo complimenting his body before  and becomes flustered by the accusations being launched at him and quickly defends himself, “Elska! I promise I wouldn’t try to do anything sexy to you!”. He hears Gojo roar into laughter and anchors his eyebrows in a way that show the silver shaman that he’s been teased enough for one day.

               “I would hope not.” Megumi makes his quiet presence known again as he’s only just calmed down after seeing his sensei hump her…and then there’s the feeding. He turns his nose up and hollers while leaving for the door with Nanami, “GIVE HER SOME SPACE.”.

               “Doll, I’ll be right back alright?” He grins when she nods in anticipation and he can sense that she’s as eager to feed from him as he is to feed her.

               “Umm…I will too, don’t forget that part old man…”, Naoya finally releases his hands from her as he forces himself away and towards the door. “Be right back baby!” He blows her a kiss from the doorway but waits impatiently for Gojo to make his exit.

               Gojo now grabs her hands and with a serious face says, “Love, just be careful and wait for Toji. We will back after you have some time.” He smiles, “Don’t bite Choso in case it’s related to that other you ok?” He kisses her on the forehead gently before stepping back and taking in her comfortable and casual appearance while relishing on his recent lush memories of them. He glances to Choso, “If anything happens, make a portal to Naoya but we should be back really soon.

               Choso nods and is glad that there was reiteration over him being the source of her nourishment. ‘Gojo is far more intelligent than he typically lets on…’. After everyone leaves the room, the silence engulfs them. “I uhh…I guess I will take a shower now.”, and dutifully heads into the bathroom.

               “Wait there’s a trick!” Elska rushes past the door before he can close it in order to reach the faucet. The temperature designated knobs are actually reversed and she didn’t want Choso to fall victim to ignorance’s cruelty. Once adjusted, she stands up tall and smiles, “Now, you’re all set!”.

               “I tend to take lengthy showers, please do not be alarmed by this.” Choso feels the steam beginning to take form and is ready to wash the day away. She giggles and says “That’s totally fine, relax a bit.” Before switching on the fan and shutting the door behind her. As he undresses, he folds his new pajamas neatly on the counter, planning to put them back on when he’s finished. For a moment he freezes as this doesn’t make sense, how can he watch her while he bathes? ‘Oh, they were way ahead of me with this one…’. He forms his observer window, focuses it on her and leaves the curtain parted so he can check it from time to time.

               Elska isn’t sure why but as soon as the words, “Relax a bit” left her, she felt the urge to do so herself. “Well…he did say he takes long showers…and they’re no longer watching us…”, she walks over to Choso’s unintentional gift and honestly just wants to try it. After grabbing it, she cautiously makes her way back to the bed, dropping her new ace sweatpants to the floor before laying on her back. Her mind brings her back to Naoya and Satoru taking her and becomes flooded with arousal. “That really was…amazing.”. Her nimble fingers press the tiny rubber button located on the bottom of the little pink mouse and jumps with excitement when it turns on. ‘This shouldn’t take much time at all!’, and gleams to its vibrational impact. The thought of Naoya extracting her pheromones and orgasms while Satoru filled her mouth sends a sensation between her thighs before the vibrator ever reached its target. She self consciously listens for any sudden movement in the bathroom, wondering why she was really about to do this right now. ‘I just feel like I need to…’, but is trying to ignore the fact that she’s seen plenty of action for one day, at least normally. Once the silicone bullet reaches her clitoris, her body tenses up by the sensations it sends through her and she quietly gasps with a wide smile.

               Choso is rinsing his hair, enjoying the scented products that fall and mix into the water. ‘How does my hair feel this smooth after just shampoo?’, he’s amazed and feeling anew. After applying the thick conditioner, he decides to read the ingredients from the bottle located at the other end of the tub. When he grabs it, he turns to check his observer window to make sure everything is alright. “Oh my…”. His eyes are wide and the shock from what he’s seeing steals his attention thus causing the shampoo bottle to be dropped onto his foot. “OW!”.

               Elska hears the commotion and immediately closes her legs for cover. She’s panting lightly as she was already pretty close to being done with this test drive but still calls out, “Chos…Choso? Are you alright in there?!”. She sits up as she listens carefully for a response.

               “I uhhh…Yea!! I’m great! Just…dropped something!”. Choso feels his heart pounding through him and when he looks down can see his chest beat along with it. ‘I should’ve just told her the truth!’, he panicked though. He stands at the end of the tub where the water barely touches him as he breathlessly waits for a sign that she’d either stop or continue. ‘Does she not know I’m observing her?’. He watches her settle back into the bed but has failed to notice his instant erection until this point and whispers, “Damnit…”. When she places the mouse back on her sensitive areas, he can see her face twist in pleasure and cannot help himself. Choso begins to stoke his member as his human desires take over and shudders to the wonderful sensations it sends through him. Elska moans quietly but Choso is audibly attached to his window so he hears it. He watches her placement of the toy and is surprised to see that it’s used to for surface features rather than being for inside. He continues to pump his hand, gaining speeding even while the water threatens to stop his motions, moaning himself as he studies the visual before him. “Women…they’re such…beautiful creatures…”, he whispers through his small gasps.

               Elska is working towards her climax, intermittently edging herself when she feels she’s too close, not wanting to end the pleasure so soon. She thinks about how Toji always tries to stimulate her with his hands while he works himself into her, causing her toes to curl. ‘Toji and this would be incredible…’, she pictures him with his wings and fangs out, using his mass to pin her against the bed as he thrusts through her. In this fantasy, he would hold the mouse down against her, forcing her to endure the bliss while locking glowing eyes. “Holy…oh…yes…”, she whines out underneath her breath as she feels her moisture gather. She imagines him smugly smirk above her before saying, “Doll, you’re so fucking wet for me.”, but realizes that would be much more of a Satoru thing.

               Choso is no longer even bathing by this point but has opened the curtains further so he can still receive the warmth from the water as he continues towards his own relief. Every time her body arches or she whispers confirmation to how good she’s feeling, his hand increases speed by itself. He looks down to see how unbearably hard he is and bites his lip as his vision takes back to his technique. His mind is plaguing him as he doesn’t have a direct desire to sleep with her but she’s always the subject of his sexual thoughts. He imagines himself sitting between her knees, administering the mouse. “Mmmm…”, he groans while thinking of her furrowed brow and flush expression being the product of his placement. His hand grips his girth and he momentarily seethes and hisses to the building rise coursing through him. He whispers her name to his own dismay, feeling that it increased his ability to reach his orgasm. The water falling down his back has become cooler but it doesn’t deter him from this interesting experience.

               She is now daydreaming about Satoru’s aggressive behavior. ‘He would most definitely use this mouse as a tool to dominate.’, and the thought of him bending her over while making her hold it to herself almost makes her unravel. He’d say things like, “Awww love, what’s the matter? Can’t handle it?”, and she would have to respond to him before he’d smack her ass…but maybe she would keep quiet on purpose. He’d likely grab her by the throat and raise her up from behind so he could hear her clearly as he spreads her from within. She gasps to this and arches her body again as she nearly lost herself. Her eyes open widely though as she’s sure he would attempt anal next…but she wouldn’t necessarily fight him. ‘If I ever tell him that I actually like it, he would try it all of the time though…’, and the idea of him relentlessly trying to impale her in that manner slightly decreases her arousal.

               Choso is all but minutes away from being spent. He’s staring intently into the observer’s window and ignores her change in demeanor. Instead, he’s now wondering about this taste that women provide. He still isn’t sure you’re supposed to lick them there but the probability of it being allowed makes him imagine how he would. The expression on her face is back to be pleasant so maybe if he would take his tongue to the same spot where the mouse is located, he could cause this too. His eyes are closed at this point, while he hastily grips and rhythms with his hand so when she cries out, his imagination runs wild and he imagines inserting himself into her. That was a mistake though because in this moment, he’s releasing his contents all over himself and the tub while he fails to cease his motion.

               Naoya’s sweet but domineering nature saved the day. While reliving old memories of when she was his prisoner, she remembers the sexual tension that made her crave him even more. While envisioning them on their sides again, she smiles to the desperation felt that consumed her, making her take him in his sleep. “Oh…Naoyaaaaa…”. It really didn’t matter what he would try with her, Elska was likely to allow him wantonly, she trusts him fully in this realm. In her sexual dream however, he’s given glowing red eyes and golden wings. He would brush her hair aside while rocking his hips while they lay there but he’d also lean down to pierce her neck. “God pleeeeassee…”, she begs the universe to at least be able to simulate what his fangs would feel like. She cries out though in real time and releases a wave of pheromones as her legs tremble, the orgasm following immediately after. She lies there panting, not having removed the mouse from her hand, nor has she budged to change her position. Her eyes take to the little mouse though while she heaves and feels her arousal seeping out, “This was actually a wonderful gift Choso!”. She smiles and feels the cold chills that are result of her thin layer of sweat. She goes to sit herself up but finds she just doesn’t have the energy in this moment. Her eyes dart open as she recalls, “CHOSO! SHIT!”, having temporarily forgotten that he was in the bathroom, only a few feet away. She sits up tensely to gather herself as the door is pushed open. She screams, “DON’T!”. She feels so ridiculous as she knew Toji’s door no longer latched.

               Choso heard her scream and although he’s a mess he launches out of the shower. “Elska! What’s wrong?!”.

               Toji stands in the doorway first inhaling the scent before noticing Elska’s position and eyes the mouse next her on the bed. The fact that she wasn’t dressed on her lower half clearly gave it away. He feels himself get a little excited but its all but crushed as a wet and naked Choso barrels out of the bathroom door. “What the f…”.

               Elska quickly covers herself before Choso has a chance to turn around but she can’t help but stare at him against her better judgement. His body is so refined and built, his lower half just as impressive. She doesn’t feel any desire to experience him but she can still appreciate a good work of art. When their eyes meet, Choso turns beet red and flails his hands in an attempt to shield them from his usually hidden parts. “I thought something was wrong!”.

               “The fact that you’re out here butt ass naked is the something that’s wrong buddy…”, Toji glares at the being and huffs. Toji points his finger toward the door and says, “Go get some fucking clothes on! What were you doing in there to still be bathing?!”. A realization hits him and he growls at the possibility that Choso was relieving himself in his shower. “How the fuck were you planning on protecting her if you were in there the entire time?!”, Toji demands an explanation.

               Choso looks away from Toji and to the floor, “Well…I was watching her still…I just multitasked.”. He can feel Toji’s presence intensify immensely and wonders if he should have just lied and apologized.

               Elska folds over in the bed and curls up in embarrassment. ‘Does he mean…he watched me do that?”, she too mortified to ask or even look at either of them.

               Naoya now walks through the door, “CHO! WHAT THE FUCK!?”. He sees Elska hiding in the bed and after seeing his friend’s bareness, freaks out. “WHAT DID YOU DO!?”, he runs to Elska who’s actively deflecting any interaction and he assumes the worse. “Baby! What happened?!”, He then sees the pink mouse on the bed and feels his left eye twitch. He snatches it from beside her and charges Choso, “YOU THOUGHT TO USE THIS ON HER?!”. He sees the surprise in Choso’s eyes and even through his anger, realizes that he jumped to conclusions.

               Elska understands this is taking a wrong turn so she sits up again and says, “I used it on myself! Choso was just taking a shower and bolted out here when I screamed!”.

               Naoya stops now, being only about a foot away from Choso. “Baby, what caused you to scream?”, he now looks at the toy with a raised eyebrow, ‘Could it really be that good?’. Choso’s eyes meet it too and the being blushes further.

               “She screamed when I came through the door, boy, calm down.” Toji is now pinching the bridge of his nose in aggravation to the endless web of miscommunication that spins between them. He walks over to Naoya and steals the mouse. “You guys need to scram for a few. She needs to feed and I’m tired of there being a god damn peanut gallery.”.

               Choso immediately rushes into the bathroom to change as Naoya pouts while walking back to Elska. “Baby, I’m parking right next door and I’ll be back as soon as you are finished.”.

               “We actually are switching rooms tonight!” Gojo now strolls in, having listened from the hall. He comprehends everything that just happened, from the dual masturbation to the sad accusations that were pointed to Choso. If he hadn’t stayed behind though Megumi would’ve seen everything before being shooed away and that’s the only thing that bothers him. ‘Toji is going to have to handle that soon…’.

               “This is my room you silver fuck, I don’t want to move.”, Toji defends his messy territory that has suffered from the multiple people using it.

               Elska is further jolted by Satoru’s sudden appearance but calmly asks, “What are you talking about Sati?”. She’s now quickly donning her ace pants while trying her best to make it seem like she’s no longer bothered by what may have taken place with Choso. ‘I’m just glad that topic got skipped over…’.

               “We’re going to a bigger room, with a bigger bed.” Gojo winks at her as he’s still bent on proving to her that the additional company can be worked with. “But you two can still feed here, I’ll have Naoya and Choso help me set everything up!”. His eyes take to Toji, “Surely you can understand why this room’s defenses are no longer suitable…”. He glances to Elska and brings his palms up to the situation they’re in with an expression that says, “Think about it.”.

               “I swear if it’s poorly designed, I’m going to snap. Color scheme and layout is everything Gojo…”, Naoya rolls his eyes as he’s really not in the position to refuse lodging but wishes he didn’t have to share everything with his cousin and him.

               Toji howls, “You fucking broke the door in the first place you cunt!”. He never knows how far the silver shaman will go but is slowly wondering if there are any boundaries at all. Becoming further irritated, he starts to manually push everyone towards hall. “Get the fuck out!”. Naoya is still protesting to being forced to leave even as Toji shuts the door in his face, hearing his whining through the wood. “Jesus Christ…they’re such fucking handful…”.

               Elska giggles to Toji’s vexation but sits on her knees as the large man returns toward her, sitting on the bed.

               Naoya is still on the other side of the door, “Choso is in there you old fart!”.

               Toji’s eyes narrow to the bathroom but before he can say anything, Choso quickly races out with soaking hair and practically runs to the door leading to the hallway. He now sighs and slouches over on the edge of the bed, “Doll…sometimes it’s so much to navigate through…”, he looks to her, “…are you not overwhelmed by all of this?”. His hand finds it’s way to her cheek after he orients his body more towards her. They’re eyes respond to each other, him not knowing who’s began glowing first.

               “It is…a lot…”. She admits while nuzzling into his hand. “…but look at how you three loners are no longer alone.”, she means it and smiles genuinely as that part does lift her heart. She watches Toji scoot back onto the bed but to his knees and her teeth peer through her lips as she gathers he’s getting straight to it. With slow motion, she crawls over top of him until she’s perfectly seated in his lap and his arms are securing her body against him. Looking down from now overhead, she chuckles, “Just like our first time…”, and brushes his hair from his face as she happily takes in the details of his rugged features. “I’m really sorry about earlier Toji…I really wasn’t expecting Sati to take us away like that. I really wasn’t expecting any of it actually.”.

               Toji can sense her guilt and feels like he should address his prior purpose. “Doll, I was just worried Gojo was taking things too far…like before. I didn’t trust that he would have your best interest at heart which is why I was so angry.”. He lifts his chin so he can tuck her head underneath it while holding her, “I am with you no matter what, never forget that.”. Toji closes his eyes as he feels her relax and cackles, “Naoya already said he wasn’t going to do that again but I feel like Gojo will still try.”. He pulls her away and bends his neck to the side to give her full access with a smile.

               “You’re too good for me, Toji…”, she laments while eyeing his neck. Instead of immediately biting him though she turns his head back towards her for a deep and passionate meeting of the lips. He responds by send his tongue into her mouth, causing her to whimper as she grips his sleek black hair with her right hand while holding his throat with her left, not even meaning to. Both of their fangs form as soon as he breaks their lustrous kiss and he again positions his head to the side as she lowers her own. She can hear him groan as her teeth skip across the skin of his neck and right as she’s about to puncture him, Satoru’s presence can be felt.

               “LOVE WAIT!” He runs over to the bed as Elska didn’t seem to even flinch. “Choso made a valid point!”, Toji’s glowing eyes finally meet his so he continues, “If Toji has Titer energy in him, this is about to be another fucking catastrophe!”.

               Toji swiftly blocks Elska from his neck and rolls over so she’s pinned to the bed, being startled by her reaction.

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[johnkrrasinski]

having an affair with dad’s best friend!bucky

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Warning: implied smut, age gap, mentions of death, a tiny bit of angst.

Summary: moving to a small town was hell but who would’ve thought that it would bring you heaven?    

You recently just moved to the small town from the big city. Being a city girl and having your superficial needs constantly fulfilled, moving to this small town makes you feel isolated and bored constantly. You were used to living in a big house and going to NYC’s best private school due to your parents’ fortune, but because your grandmother was ill, your parents decided that they had to move back home to be closer to your grandma to watch over her.

Your parents held a barbecue party in their backyard and invited some of their old friends. At least the one who still lived in that godforsaken town. You planned to stay in your bedroom the whole time because you couldn’t care less about interacting with your parents’ old mates, but they forced you to join and so you did, and that’s whet you met him.

Your dad introduced you to one of his old mates. They were best mates in high school. 

 “Hey there, the name’s Bucky.” He smiled flirtatiously.

Holy shit. 

You tried to hold your composure but you were internally starstruck. The man was gorgeous.

It turns out that you were neighbours. He lived right next to you and that’s why he and your dad were so close, they practically grew up together. 

One time, you were hanging out at the local diner with your new friends and you had to leave since it was nearing your curfew. The diner wasn’t that far from your house so you walked. 

 Although it caused a lot of whining out of you, having used to being driven to everywhere.

The crisp autumn air made you tuck your hands into your pocket as you walked home. 

Then you heard a honking sound as a car pulled up on the road.

“Hey, y/n, right?” 

It was Bucky, he had a smile on his face as his window was opened.  

He offered you a ride and he was on his way home himself. You were a bit reluctant at first but eventually, you got in. 

You had a small talk on the way to home. He spoke about your dad, this town, and asked you about school. He wasn’t shy when dropping a few flirtatious comments though.

“Well, with a face like yours, I’m sure the boys would treat you nicely.”  

“You’d know about that, don't you Mr. Barnes?” 

“Just call me Bucky, sweetheart.” He winked.

You had to control your breathing so that he wouldn’t notice the way it changed when he did that. 

He dropped you right in front of your house and said goodbye. He waited until you were inside to park his car in his garage. You dreamt of him that night, and not exactly an innocent one.

Days turned into months, and every time you saw each other, you got a little bit bolder. You’d sneak around to come over to his place and have a ton of hot and heavy sex.

To say he was good in bed was an understatement. He was a god. He knew how to work your body inside out, how to pleasure you and how to get you off in the precise moment.

  One time you were lying in bed, basking in the afterglow of your fourth round that day and you coquettishly asked, “would you fuck me against that window?”

“As much as I’d love to show the whole town that you’re mind, I wouldn’t wanna risk giving your dad a heart attack, princess.” 

To compensate it, he fucked you in the bathroom, against a shower glass door that night. 

As carnal as your relationship was, you’d often talk about sentimental things too. Such as his past and how his father left when he was only six years old. His mother had to raise him and his little sister, Rebecca on her own. How Winnifred’s death three years ago still affected him to this day. And how he’d text his sister every day who was studying abroad to London to be a photographer. 

You would often talk about your relationship too and where it was going. Could you make it? How’d you tell your parents about it? What would happen when you go to college and leave town? The conversations would often stretch for hours and you’d have to tiptoe your way into the house to make sure you don’t wake your parents up. 

Even after spending hours with him and living next to each other, you still texted each other goodnight before you went to sleep. You dreamt of him again that night. You always dreamt of him. 

You were in your last year of high school and you had been occupied with a lot of things; college applications, SAT, final exams, earning credits, prom, etc. Your mind was all over the place, and on top of that, you began to feel like Bucky was slowly drifting apart.

You didn’t blame him though. Every time Bucky would ask you to come over or when your parents were out of town for business matters, Bucky would ask you if he could come over to your house, you’d often ignore his texts or calls. Or when you do answer, you’d always say you were busy or not today. When you did have time to talk to him, you were already fatigued with homework and studying to get into your dream school. 

Nate, who was a popular jock in your school asked you to be his date to prom and it wasn’t like you had a boyfriend you could publicly hold hands to prom with so eventually you had to choose one guy to be your date, and you had already rejected five guys.

Bucky knew about it and he wasn’t too happy with it. He didn’t like the idea of another man, especially one whom he viewed as if he was his understudy, touching you, holding you and dancing with you. You tried to convince him that you were only friends and that he was only going to be your prom date. Nothing more, but he still stormed out in tantrum like a child.

It had been weeks since you last talked to each other and you missed him terribly. Every time you ran into each other before you leave for school and he was leaving for work, you’d wave at him and try to greet him, but he’d always avoid eye contact with you and pretend that you weren't there at all.

You texted him to meet you in this secluded park, one that you and Bucky used to go on dates with. Bucky showed you this place and now it has become a spot of your clandestine meetings. You didn’t know if he was going to show up at all. He didn’t even reply to your text, but you still waited for him and hoped that he’d be there. You refused to believe that you two were completely done. You cared about each other too much for your story to end over juvenile things.

He was fifteen minutes late and you were losing faith. You were ready to head back home when you heard the familiar revving of his engine. He wore a black jacket and a grey shirt with blue faded underneath and he looked so damn good. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that this magnetic force of a man was yours. You were hoping that he was still yours.

“Let’s go for a walk, yeah?” 

You started with small talks that turned into a deeper, warmer conversation. There was a lot of unspoken words between the two of you and you wanted nothing more to apologize but what the hell would you be sorry for? You didn’t do anything wrong.

Bucky was the first one to apologize and he admitted that his jealousy was rational and that he had missed you so badly. 

You stopped at a small bridge of the park and that’s when the unresolved issue that you both had dreaded came up again.

“We still haven’t figured out how we’re going to maintain a long-distance relationship, have we?” Bucky stopped in the middle of the pathway and leaned against the barrel of the bridge, with his arms crossing in front of his chest and his face contorted into a dejected one. 

“That’s actually what I’m here to talk to you about…” You took a deep breath, fearing that what you were about to say would only cause a further clash between the two of you. “What if you just… Leave this town and come with me to New York? You can find a new job and we can leave in my apartment and we can finally live together. Away from my parents, away from this town. We can be whoever we wanna be. We can be together.” 

Bucky pondered at what you just said. He never thought about leaving this town. This town was all he knew. His ma raised him and Rebecca in that house and left him with it when she died. But you made him realize that there’s more to life than this small town and that he didn’t have to fear of change as long as he had you. And there was no one else he’d rather be with than you. 

His silence stifled you. You took his lack of words as an objection but it was the opposite. He grabbed your face and kissed that nervous frown out of your face. You looked so adorable but he liked it better when you were smiling.    

“New York doesn’t sound like the worst idea.” 

“Does this mean you will-” You grinned.  

“Yes, I’m gonna follow you wherever you go. Everyone’s gotta choose their own path, and you are my path.” 

[fallen029]

Last Hurrah.1

It was a strange time for a vacation.

The busy season was upon the guildhall, as summer faded and fall began. Mages were returning from the long jobs of the warm months, where they lingered a bit, perhaps more than they should as the festivals and energy in the Kingdom swelled. Now, as it ebbed away into the much colder months, they returned either for more frequent work or to hide out from the weather in the hall, ale keeping them as warm as Mirajane's cooking.

She made the most in these days, tips wise, and it was helpful then, of course, as she had a wedding on the horizon to plan. Her own, she was glad to admit, flashing her engagement ring for anyone who would take a gander, perhaps more obnoxiously when they wouldn't, and though her betrothed had quite the knack for racking up easy jewels, she intended to contribute to the affair equally.

After all, it was the only way Laxus was agree to how much she spent on her prized wedding dress….

So it was an odd time, maybe, for her to hand the reigns of the bar over to Kinana, allowing not only her understudy to reap the benefits of the heavy tipping season, but also gifting Lucy the chance to make up some back rent.

"Natsu and Happy really screwed me over, that last job," the blonde had remarked with a bit of a grumble as she agreed to the offer ."But Mira, where are you taking off to, huh? I would think that you and Laxus would save up a big vacation for after the wedding."

"Oh, this isn't a vacation for the two of us," the barmaid said with a smile and a sigh. "We're going, I mean, of course, but this is kind of a...family event."

And it so very much was as, while the list was closed on the invitees, it was still rather large in terms of numbers. There would be seven of them taking the trek and, upon hearing the number, no one could quite be surprised by who that entailed.

"A joint bachelor party then?" Freed questioned when he was informed of the trip by Laxus, one evening after a sparing practice.

"Fuck no," the slayer said around his water bottle. Sneering across the clearing at his closest friend, he said, "The demon definitely ain't comin' to that. Trust me."

He seemed relieved, the other man did, as after his own gulp of water, he remarked, "Good then. As your best man, I assumed it my role to plan such festivities and, oh, I assure you, they are spectacular."

Laxus snorted at this before remarking, "This trip is different. It's for...you know. Us."

"You, I, and Mirajane?"

"No! Us. The… You know, Freed."

It was with a frown then that he looked down at his water bottle and nodded.

Because of course he did.

"Thunder Strauss Tribe," Lisanna said easily and Mirajane nodded all the same when she was informed of the vacation.

The sisters were at the younger's apartment that she shared with the ever mysterious Bickslow. The pair had paired themselves off far too long now, Mira felt, for the stagnancy at which their relationship moved. Still, both seemed pleased and disturbing that was usually more adverse to those around them than the two themselves.

Bickslow was there that day, listening in on the sister's conversation as he absently smoked something distinctly poignant from a pipe while stretching out over the couch. Mirajane, from where she stood by the door with her sister, could see his ever present babies floating around in the smoke clouds he provided, chattering amongst themselves after greeting her previously.

"A trip, huh?" Bickslow questioned. "For the group?"

"All seven of us," Mirajane assured the seith.

At this he snorted and his babies froze, momentarily, at the sound. Shoving himself up, Bickslow growled over at the woman as he remarked, "Seven? Huh?" And he used one hand to shove up the visor that hung over his eyes so he could glare, "So I guess that means me, Lissy, and the babies? Right? Because that's seven right there. Unless you're expecting me to just leave them behind-"

"Bickslow," Lisanna sighed. "You-"

"You know as well as I do, Lissy," he complained right back, "that they are people with feelings. And to constantly be treated with such disrespect-"

"Well," the youngest Strauss remarked then with a bit of a bemused look as, quickly, all five of the little wooden dolls flew for her, landing on her shoulders, head, or one in particular in an open palm, "you did hurt their feelings, Mira. They should be included, you know. They're just babies."

"W-Well, I didn't mean- I mean…" The older woman grinned then, but it was in apology it seemed as she reached out to tap all five on the head before finishing, finally, with her younger sister, who didn't seem as thrilled as the dolls at the gesture, "Of course they're included. And I apologize for miscounting."

"It's alright." Bickslow drew in a deep breath from his pipe then, until he felt light headed and had to fall back, into his awkward position the couch, visor sliding back over his eyes. "Just don't let it happen again, Mrs. Boss."

While it was easy enough informing Freed and the other couple about the upcoming venture, it was not quite the same with the last pair in their little group. In fact, both Mirajane and Laxus had to be involved in that side of things.

It was the middle of the day when Mirajane and Laxus found themselves knocking at the door of the former's previous house. She'd given it over to her brother, fully, when she moved in with Laxus nearly two years ago by that point, but as the pair stood before the door, it was hard not to still consider it as it always had been; The Strauss House.

They'd planned this out perfectly. Elfman was home, as Mirajane knew for certain, because it was his single day break between training and jobs, in which he liked to do odd jobs around the house. And, given the state of the old place, it was in constant need of those. He'd been in the process of messing around with the bathroom plumbing, he explained, as he let the pair into the home.

The second piece of the puzzle was usually more difficult to tie down, but Laxus had requested Evergreen be around some time that day, without giving her a specific frame of reference which mean that woman sat around all day, annoyed by this, but keeping up appearances with her idol the second he walked through the door. Seeing who he was with always did bring down her pleasantries a bit, but as Laxus found her in the kitchen, filing his nails, he knew the woman wouldn't be too difficult to convince.

"Absolutely not," Evergreen remarked, perhaps for the first time, to the slayer before her. "No. Laxus. You can't make me. You-"

"No. No way, sis, I ain't being apart of this." Elfman was making complaints of his own. "I refuse-"

"What is wrong with the two of you?" Laxus growled while the demon only made a face at his side. "Huh? You're being offered a free vacation-"

"To go away with her gross family? And Bickslow and Freed?" Evergreen snorted. "Sorry, not sorry. I spend enough time with the two of them, out on jobs. And I will not be forced to spend a single second with this oaf on anything that resembles a vacation-"

"Oaf?" Elfman bristled, frowning over at the woman. He stood in the kitchen, a bit disheveled from his tinkering in the bathroom. "You think I wanna spend a single second with you? Huh? A man shouldn't have to put up with this!"

"You both," Mira reminded softly, "live together."

"Yeah," they answered in unison though, at the moment, they were shooting daggers at one another. "We know!"

"I…" Laxus glanced down at his finacee then, frowning at her as he remarked, "Remind me why we're doing this again? Because-"

"Dragon," she complained and she leaned up towards him. Elfman mistook this as her pressing a kiss to his cheek or ear and grimaced at the thought, but Evergreen eyed it much more closely, noting the nearly inaudible whisper as the woman muttered something in the man's ear. He nodded at his, glumly, in the way Laxus did whenever Mira was forcing something upon him, and that only made Evergreen even more suspicious.

"You can both," he remarked then, "have separate rooms. I guess. I mean, Freed's bunking alone, so you can room with him, one of you, or better yet with Bickslow and Lisanna. Don't wanna hear them fucking from across the- Ow!"

"Laxus!" Mirajane hat shoved him, not hard enough to draw any real pain from the slayer, but enough for him to feign it, rubbing at his arm while glaring at her. "Don't say things like that!"

"What? You want to listen to the two of them? Huh?"

"I didn't say that! I just-"

"We'll go," Evergreen interrupted, getting all three of the others in the room to turn their attention back towards her. At their gazes though, the woman only shrugged before going back to running her file over her nails. With an air of annoyance, she questioned, "What? You've convinced me. Chalk it up to a win and move on."

Laxus and Mira could do this well enough, both a bit uneasy still, but with nods as they looked to Elfman then, as to be certain of the man's status. He only glanced at his girlfriend though before giving a bit.

Still, there was one condition.

"I don't," he griped, "wanna bunk with Bickslow and Lisanna though."

"Oh good," Mirajane giggled, out of relief honestly, as they now had the complete set. She even clasped her hands together, bouncing a bit while Laxus merely snorted at the other man's assertion.

"Yeah, Elfboy," he quipped. "Doubt they'dda wanted to room with you either."

It would be another two weeks however, before it all came together. They all met at the train station, bags packed and excited over the prospective week away from the daily grind. There were pleasantries all around, greetings not laced yet in what would be eventual overflowing irritations at each other's quirks. Freed was having a conversation with Elfman, even, as Bickslow and Lisanna snickered over some sort of childish joke magazine.

Evergreen bit back her inclination to remark about how it was good to see her boyfriend and best friend getting along so well together, as they would surely be sharing a room by the day's end if she had things her away. Instead, she held back her tongue, knwoing she'd certianly have time to last Elfman with it later, instead waiting out Mirajane and Laxus, who eventually seemed distracted enough with one another that she could easily speak to the others without the attention or ears of the pairs.

"Listen to me," the woman snapped at the group, causing all the others' grins to droop, just a bit, from her tone alone. "All of you."

"Aye, Ever, what is it, huh?" Bickslow complained. "Wanna hear a joke, do ya?"

"Do ya?" the man's babies questioned in unison while their surrogate mother only snickered.

"This one's really good," Lisanna insisted, cheeks sore from laughter, far more entertained by the seith's enjoyment of the immature material than anything housed on its pages. "What did the penguin say to the-"

"Shut," Evergreen complained, "up. Both of you. All of you."

"You don't have to be rude," Freed remarked, but it was with a soft sigh that Elfman informed the man, unfortunately, she did.

"Something," she kept up all the same, "is up."

"According to page twenty-five," Bickslow snickered, "not much, man. What's up with you?"

"Would you be serious?" Ever complained. "Laxus and Mirajane are up to something. I know that they are. Don't you remember the last time that they took us all out on a vacation?"

"Um," Lisanna thought with a finger to her lips, tapping as she considered. "No, actually, I don't."

"Exactly," the other woman said with a sharp nod of her head. "Because-"

"I do." Elfman shook his head. "We went camping and-"

'"No, that wasn't the last time," Freed intervened. "I believe we all went to that big retreat for mages-"

"What about when we-" Bickslow tried, but Ever wasn't interested in real answers.

At all.

"You know what happened at every single one of those?" she questioned. "Nonsense. Idiocy. The kind that led Laxus, the last time he paid for us all to go to somewhere, to declare that he was never, and he meant it, he sword, ever going to do it again. Don't you remember? Lisanna cried the whole way home."

"I did not," she defended as a bit of recollection returned. "That was Elfman."

"Oh. Yeah." He sniffled. "I do remember that train ride."

"My point," Evergreen insisted, "Is that Laxus really meant we wouldn't be going on anymore of these outings. Especially not on his dime. But now that he and Mirajane have this big wedding planned, they're throwing out this money to take us somewhere? No. No. They're planning something. And I don't know what it is, but-"

"Maybe," Lisanna suggested softly, "they just love us."

"Yeah, no." Evergreen frowned. "It's not that."

"Mirajane could just be forcing him," Freed pointed out. "She's been known to do such a thing in the past."

"She was so mad, last time, that I think Bickslow cried all the way home too," Ever pointed out and the seith frowned some, looking away.

"She," he confided in the others, "wagged her finger in my face and I just… Lissy, I-"

"There, there." The youngest Strauss patted at his shoulder. "We've all been there."

"No," Freed sighed. "We have- Oh, I get it. Bickslow." And he even laughed. "Ever said something was up, so you responded that you had nothing up with you, but inquired about what could possibly be up about her. That is actually-"

"We," Evergreen complained then as Elfman looked poised to questioned, instead, just what Freed had understood about the joke because it was still beyond him, though these questions died off as his girlfriend glared at each one of them in turn, insisted, "can't fuck this up, alright? No fighting or bickering. No causing damages or running up massive bills. Because that's what Laxus and Mirajane expect of us. We're not going to let them pull the rug out from under us. We're going to get to the bottom of this before they-"

"Hey, what are you guys going on about?" Mirajane, finally, had noted her name coming up one too many times and looked away from her typical prodding at her grouchy dragon, smiling curiously over at the group. "Is something wrong?"

Evergreen grimaced, momentarily, and it would be a good moment for it to all unravel right there. One of the others to rat her out. Maybe Freed, for her conspiring against the wishes of the slayer. Or Bickslow, just for the fun of it. Elfman because he would never question his big sister or Lisanna because she hardly had any reason to stay loyal to the other woman.

Still, a beat passed and no one rightly said anything.

But Bickslow could never allow that to be true for long.

"Oi, Mrs. Boss, just jokes," the seith insisted as his babies echoed this to the giggles of the woman. "Would you like to hear one?"

"Ooh, the one about the penguin, again, Bicks," Lisanna offered, but Elfman shook his head.

""Ask her what's up," he requested the other man. "Maybe it'll make sense the second time."

"Doubtful," Freed muttered before, with a shrug, remarking, "Although, I wouldn't mind hearing it again-"

As they dissolved into conversation over that, Evergreen found her gaze more focused in on the one person lacking from it.

Laxus had taken a step away from the group and, usually, before train journey, this could be easily tallied into his motion sickness and given very little extra thought. But Evergreen had had two solid weeks of dreading whatever was awaiting them on this journey and, as she found the slayer's eyes not glaring in the direction of the soon arriving train, but rather fixed out on the horizon beyond, she knew something else was bothering him.

"Excited for the trip, Laxus?" she questioned as she found herself standing beside the man, her words hardly getting a glance from the slayer.

Sneering, he only remarked, "A week away with my woman? No guild? No Fairy Tail bullshit? You have no idea."

"You know who you're going out with, don't you?" Evergreen questioned. "Bullshit seems like all this trip will be built on."

She expected him to wince, cringe, relive, in that moment, all the horrible ones from years prior. When the group of them, the weird mixture of Strauss and Thunder Legion, wrecked absolute havoc on their surroundings, one another and, worst of all, the man's pocketbook.

But instead, oddly, she found that he smiled, nodding down at her with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Yeah, well," was all Laxus had to offer her up then. "We'll see, huh?"

Frowning, Evergreen found herself looking away from the man. "Yeah. We'll see."

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