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Chapter One

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"Charlie! I know.. I havent spent time with you- but please.. Y-your all I have left!" Lucifer stammered, reaching for Charlie as she stepped through the portal. Before it closed up, Charlie looked over her shoulder to laugh at her father- no. Lucifer. "Your pathetic, honestly. I should be ashamed to call you my father. Sinners cant be redeemed, Lucifer." It pierced his heart like a knife. She spat out the words condescendingly, before continuing with, "Mom was right about you." Walking away, Lucifer watched as his own daughter left him like he was nothing. His own that he raised, the one he loved so dearly, the one he spent, and gave his life for.. Just to leave him. Lucifer felt his heart shatter into a million pieces, as his hands grabbed at the floor, the one where Charlie once stood. How he wished he never gave her that opportunity to meet with heaven, how he wished they never gave her the offer to stay in heaven. Lucifer broke out in sobs, clutching his heart as he fell to the ground. It hurt. He had nothing left. Noth-

"Luci? Where the fuck- what the hell are you doing now?" A cracked voice interrupt Lucifers trip down memory lane. Adam, former angel, now fallen angel muttered as he walked into Lucifers room. Yesterday was the extermination, and Lucifer gets reminded of Charlie everytime, the nightmare never ending and repeating like a mantra.. "Uhm, nothing. Im fine. Hows the hotel going?" Lucifer asked, remembering how he found Adam all bloody and scarred after an extermination. Lucifer had no clue what led Adam to fall.. And Adam would never say, but he's glad at least one person approves of his dreams that were crushed one too many times.

Lucifer never knew why Adam chose to support his dreams, but ever since Adam fell from heaven he was acting... Strange? Adam was still injured with his wings cut off and a broken arm. He wore a red suit which was all he could find at the moment to wear, in contrast to Charlie who mostly wore the color blue most of the time despite being in hell, she made it work.

"Oh. The hotel. Well... I guess they still need a little getting used to seeing more of me." Adam answered Lucifer while glancing around his room. The very room Charlie had spoke her final and harsh good-bye to Lucifer.

"It could be worse." Lucifer chuckled.

"You know Vox? Yeah the tall creepy radio demon guy?"

"What of him?"

"He visited the hotel a few hours ago."

"WHAT." Lucifer said in surprise, his voice raising.

"Yeah...." Adam nervously chuckled.

Adam fidgeted around a little before speaking once again.

"He... He... Asked to help me manage the hotel... And I y'know accepted his offer."

Lucifer was speechless. THE Radio demon was interested in the hotel? It seemed so unbelievable that he almost didn't believe Adam.

Lucifer took in a deep breath, his eyes clenched shut before he suddenly yelled out, "Why would you trust the radio demon?! Let alone a random sinner known for causing havoc!" Pacing around the room, his hands in his hair as he tugged on it in frustration. Adam scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, and gulped. "I mean, I never knew. Sorry dickbuddy."

Lucifer suddenly paused in his frantic panicking and stared at him with wide eyes. "Did you just call me- Nevermind.." He sighed, flopping down onto his bed face first and let out an exasperated groan. How could Adam be so naive to accept the RADIO DEMONS OFFER? When Adam least expects it, the sinner would probably turn against him! Lucifer starts breathing in a pattern, trying to calm himself as he straightens his clothes. Adam walked over to Lucifer, patting his back with a smile. "Cheer up dickbuddy! Come on, isnt this shit all about redemption? Give that fucker a chance!" Adam exclaimed, before taking an infuriatingly long sip of his drink that he was holding. Sighing, Lucifer sat up and rubbed his eyes as he gently shoved Adam aside. "Lets just get to business. This place looks shitty enough.."

As Lucifer walked into the Lobby, he was surprised to see Vox, the radio demon pop up right infront of him.

"Oh golly, is that the king of hell I see?" Vox tapped Lucifers head with his microphone, cackling very loudly. "And if it isnt it his majesty himself! Trying to fix his own mistakes, what a hilarious sight to see!"

Lucifer only rolled his eyes, glaring at the freakishly tall demon in front of him. "Your criticism isn't needed right now, demon. What do you want?"

"And your suspecting I want something? What do you take me for? Oh no dear, I'm just a business man helping out a poor angel in need.. Or should I say, fallens?" Vox started walking around the hotel, observing its fine details before suddenly fixing some small trinkets here and there, putting them to his taste. Lucifer, watching Vox do this, was obviously not pleased.

He stormed over to vox and pushed him. "Dont touch my rubber ducks, asshole." Lucifer hissed, putting the trinkets back to their original spot. Adam was watching the whole ordeal, feeling uncomfortable in this situation. After a bit of contemplating, Adam decided to step in and break them apart. "Anyway, sooo Vox.. Robo dick, yeah? Your tryna help me and Dickbuddy or somethin' right? So, whats your plan?" Adam said, laughing and elbowing Vox as he said 'Robo dick'. Vox narrowed his eyes at Adam and moved away, but still kept his professional composure.

"...Please do refrain from talking about my genitals when we are discussing business. Nonetheless, yes! I do have a plan!" As Vox said this, he snapped his fingers and the tension in the air seems to grow more mysterious.. Suddenly, an extremely tall moth appeared, holding a sex toy. Vox rolled his eyes, smacking the object out of the moths hand as he spoke. "Meet Valentino! He'll be taking over the convenience store!"

"Convenience store? We dont even ha-" Vox shushed Lucifer by putting a finger to his lips, and with a flick of his wrist, a tiny shop appeared inside of the hotel. It wasnt anything big, just sold some candy.. Snacks.. Drinks.. Condoms- Which is completely irrelevant. Lucifer was surely a wee bit amazed but didnt admit it, as he didnt want to feed Vox's already big enough ego. Of course Lucifer knew about demons like him! Greedy and selfish, only caring about themselves and their rise to fame.. He just wondered how Adam thinks this piece of trash is able to be redeemed. Sure, he loves the idea of redeeming sinners but him?! The radio demon?!

"Holy shit, robo dic- I mean Vox! That was fucking sick!" Adam praised, clapping his hands. Adam had a gleam of excitement, and he thought maybe, just maybe after accepting Vox's offer.. Everything will be working out! Which.. may be the case, or the exact opposite, and everything may start going down hill from here. But things couldn't get possibly worse... Right?

"I know, I am quite impressive.. Dare I say, even more impressive than his majesty?"

"Quit taunting me." Lucifer sighed and sat down on a nearby chair, crossing his legs. Hes already sick of the robotic demon.

Vox chuckled at the irritated Lucifer. To Vox, everything was all fun and games and he rarely took anything seriously. After scanning and examining the room once again, he noticed the dusty books that were sitting on the shelf. he swiped his finger on the dust of the shelf and with a disgusted face and wiped it on his shirt. "Ew, well looks like this hotel is in need of... A little cleaning session." He sighed.

With another snap of his fingers a girl with pigtails that almost reached the floor appeared. "Vox? What is it now?" The lady asked in an annoyed tone of voice, obviously and very clearly not wanting to be here. "Now now, don't speak to me like that." Vox replied giving the girl a warning glare. The girl groaned, looking around the room with distaste. Eyeing the entire place up and down, the girl walked around the lobby, beginning to judge every detail she doesnt approve of. "What is this? The 1900's? This hotel needs an honest big glow up." The lady trotted forward with strides and confidence as she started with her work, she went from rearranging things to ripping down the wallpaper, which left Adam and Lucifer absolutely flabbergasted.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING???" Adam yelled, leaning down to be face to face with Vox. Vox may be tall, but Adams taller. "Meet Velvette! She can be the hotel cleaner and renovator!" Vox said, almost ignoring the protests that Adam was yelling out to him. Before any further arguements could be made, the door slammed open to reveal the hotels very first guest, Molly.

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yuis-secrets · 3 months

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You are my missing piece (????? x Y/n)

(This is my first book tell me how it went, Y/n is Mexican and she has tan skin with brown curly hair and hazel eyes. You can change the feature but im using these for this book, she also has a septum piercing as well as a tongue piercing and a large back tattoo)

Y/N, the best friend of Bella Swan and the most trustworthy person out there. Y/n heard of Bella leaving to forks to live with her dad for awhile through her mum, the day she was about to leave Y/n clung to her waist sobbing hard and complaining about Bella leaving. Bella chuckled and hugged Y/n as she cries harder hugging Bella tighter, “Im going to miss you so much!” She sobbed sniffling as her tears slowed down. “I know but we can always call you know that” “i know but I want feel the same” y/n whined letting go of her best friend.

Y/n and Bella have been friends for 4 years, Y/n moved to Arizona from Colima in Mexico because of personal issues. She enrolled in the same school as Bella and they basically just clicked, and have been best friends since then sharing everything with each other like sisters would.

“Im going to miss you so much! You better tell me everything that happens, oh! And text me when you land, get their and when you-”, She covered my mouth when i was on mid rant with her giggling at my actions. “I will, i will calm down, its just for a little bit then ill be back annoying you again….this will be good…i think” i give her a sad smile and hug her, “hey and tell me about all the hot boys-” “me too!” her mother shouted from behind us helping Phil finish with packing stuff in the boot, i chuckle at Bella’s flushed face “you better we are not kidding” i said poking her cheek making her turn more red in the cheeks. “Hey come on I know this is very sad but we’re going to miss our flight” Phil shouted from the car i roll my eyes and giggle giving Bella one last hug. “Have fun!” I watched her enter the car and her mum gave me a hug before following suite “we are going to miss you Y/n, stay safe sweetie” smile at them waving good bye while they drive off, i sigh a small smile on my face the pain of Bella leaving made my heart ache but i had to push through….and besides i can annoy her from here by spamming her phone none stop.

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The car drive was awkward to say the least, only having small talk at the airport. I felt a buzz on my phone looking away from the window i look down at my phone smiling slightly at the contact. Y/n was asking if i was alright and made it to Forks alright, i smile and send back then putting it down looking back at the scene the car passed. After a bit in town he glanced over to me “your hairs longer” i looked over and start fiddling with my hair “i cut it since last time i saw you” Charlie hummed “guess it grew out again”.

After that weird interaction Charlie pulled in a patch of grass right next to the driveway turning off the car and exiting in silence, i looked at the house all the memories slowly flooding to me. i grab one of my bags with the cactus i took from Phoenix in my hand as he grabs the rest, he unlocked the house and followed behind me to my childhood room. “Cleared some shelves off in the bathroom.” “Oh, right one bathroom” i commented entering my room. Glancing around all nostalgic hitting me in the face, “It’s a pretty good work lamp.” Charlie said placing my stuff down and standing at the end of my bed with his hands on his hips. “Sales lady picked out the bed stuff, y-you like purple, right?” He said looking at me “Purple’s cool, Thanks.” I glanced at the sheets and blankets my fingers playing with the pot of the cactus. Charlie looked around one last time sighing and looking back at me walking to the door, “Okay” I watch him leave and sat down on my bed. One of the best things of Charlie is he doesn’t hover.

I sorted out my room and texted Y/n that ‘i arrived at Charlies place safe and sound’ with her sending ‘you still gonna call him Charlie, well glad you made it home safe’ i sigh placing my phone down when i heard a beep from the front causing me to move over to my window looking down at a rusty orange truck and Charlie, Billy and Jacob if i’m guessing. I came down approaching them “Bella, you remember Billy Black” i nodded shaking his hand “Yeah, you’re looking good” “I’m still dancing, I'm glad you’re finally here Charlie here hasn’t shut up about it since you told him you were coming” Charlie rolled his eyes “All-right, keep exaggerating I’ll roll you into the mud” he backed then Billy charged at him “After i ram you in the ankles.”

While they fool around Jacob introduce himself to me “Hi im Jacob, we used to make mud pies when we were little” “right I remember” we chuckle i look back at our dads “are they always like this?” “”It gets worse with old age” he chuckled. Charlie put his hand on the truck “so, what do you think” “what” “your home coming present” my eyes widen slightly “this” i pointed at the truck watching Charlie glance down at Billy with a smile “i bought it off Billy here” i looked at them a large smile replacing my small shy smile. “I totally rebuilt the engine for you” Jacob said tapping my arm i gasp in disbelief and look at the again “im my gosh this is perfect, your joking i open the door accidentally hitting Jacob in the process apologising as we get in the car and he tells me the controls. “Do you want to ride to school or something?” “I go to school on the reservation” “oh right right” i said feeling a little sad “That’s to bad, it would have been good to know one person” i sigh.

#Twilight X Reader #you thought I would write the ship in here…..maybe but LATER!#First

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logbook99 · 7 months

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Home.

put under a readmore for sake of ease!

Fritz and the other kids greet Michael, the big guy in green and the little girl in pink; Fritz retracts his hook from Mike's neck and grins.

"Did you enjoy hearing us chat? Is there anything you wanna add? You know, most people walk up and try to make conversation." Fritz says, looking his plastic hook over as the blonde girl steps forward.

"Hi, Mike - um... How are you feeling? it's been a bit since we saw you." Michael looks the girl over, with light skin, curled blonde hair in a ponytail, with pale blue eyes. He couldn't seem to name her until the tall guy rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, Susie, it's all good. He's here now, right?" he asked her. Susie nodded. Oh. Susie, Chica. Fritz, Susie... and he stares at the big guy, dark-skinned, flat top hairstyle, chubby stature, and mellow aura. "Yeah, It's just been two days, you know? Oh, Mike... do you think Gabriel and I can call your brother later when we get home?" Susie asks with a look of concern. Michael knows now. Fritz, Susie, and Gabriel. Foxy, Chica, and Freddy.

"Oh - uh. Of course, you can. Do you have the home phone?" Mike has yet to determine if the phone number he used to know would work here, but it's worth trying. Gabriel gave a simple thumbs up to confirm they had the number, oh good, he didn't have to give one that likely didn't exist here. Mike can feel a piercing stare being delivered, and he'll find Fritz is giving him the staredown.

"Are you okay, Fritz?" He finds it odd that the ginger boy gave him such heavy eyes. Did he do something? What are the relationships between them here? Fritz is silent momentarily, pockets his free hand, and lifts his hook. "Evan and Lizzy's birthday is a few weeks after Charlie's and Sammy's. I'm going to get him the best gift ever!" He suddenly declares, to which Michae'ls brow raises.

"Cool? Neat? I mean, I'm sure they'll appreciate any gift you give them." "Let's have a competition! whoever gets Evan the best gift is the better older brother!" Oh. Huh? That was unexpected, but Fritz did mention Evan... So that's all? A sibling friendship sounds nice. Michael shakes his head. "No need. I'm sure he wouldn't want us to fight over him." Mike tries, but Fritz swings the hook in the air with a 'Yar.' "No! It must be a competition! Maybe we'll even see who the number one Foxy fan is, too!" Oh, here he goes again.

Michael will sigh and offer his hand. Why not? It's a friendly competition anyway.

The children extend a few words; ultimately, they tell Mike about how Evan overate with Jerry, their friend Jeremy. He got sick and had to go home, Lizzie insisted.

Go home.

Michael wants to see them again. He wants to go home, too.

He gives a goodbye and hurries back toward Parts & Service when he sees his father exiting and talking with Henry; the two were always close, weren't they? William is smiling ear to ear; he hardly saw him genuinely smile when he was young, and seeing this was abysmal. This is a weird dream so far. Michael approaches the pair and gently speaks to his father; while he seems so friendly here, he's feeling himself shake slightly.

"Dad? Can we go home? I want to go home..." asked softly as William's silver eyes met Michael's and stared before he reached out - Michael flinched but didn't move and felt the man's large hand tousling his hair this way and that. "'Course we can! I just finished chatting some big stuff with Hen here. Want to pick up some Mc. Donald's on the way home, champ?"

Michael's about to respond when he feels arms wrap around him, and he's being clung onto. His head turning, he sees it's Charlie. "Going home? I'll see you later then, Mikey!" He feels William's hand remove itself from his hair, and he removes Charlie's arms from himself. "God, careful Charlie! What if we fell?" he questions her, which gets a big smile from the girl. "Then we'd be falling, easy!" Well, he can't argue with that.

Charlie stares at him before she tilts her head; it seems she has a question she wants to ask, and Michael wants to hear it - but Henry rests a hand on her shoulder. "Now, now, let's not keep Michael here any longer. You can see him tomorrow." He can tell she wants to argue for a moment but relents and steps back toward her father. "Bye, Mikey." "Bye, Charlie. See you."

The teen follows his father out of the diner, seeing Sammy peering from one of the arcade games, throwing a glare his way as he exits. What is that about?

William guides him to his Purple Imperial; getting into the driver's side, Michael takes the passenger seat. The car comes to life as William pulls out of the parking lot, and Michael's eye catches sight of the alleyway just as they pass by; he keeps his eyes on it as he remembers Charlie facedown, blood on the stone brick path beside the dumpsters. William's hand reaches and flicks the radio on, tuning it about until 'Heart of Glass' by Blondie begins to fill the car, the music swimming through the air and seeping into Michael's eardrums.

William's foot taps as he drives, mouthing along to the lyrics and looking his son's way momentarily but mainly focused on the road. "Don't you just love this song? It's always an energy booster despite the meaning!" "The meaning? What is the meaning?" "Oh, Heart of Glass's meaning? I thought you'd know by the lyrics, but it's okay," He'll come to a stop light. "The song, Mike, is about one's relationship going from 'divine' to 'sour.' It's just that! Listen to the lyrics and how it's sung - but it's also just a disco song." William laughs, to which Michael feels himself smile. It's weird. This isn't his dad, but so far? He liked him.

"Does mom like that song?" he isn't sure why he asked that; it just slipped out. He has no idea yet what happened to his mother - is she here? Alive? From red to green, the car takes off again and heads to Mc. Donald's, as William had intended, took to the drive-thru. "Your mother? Oh, she likes the song! She's the one who introduced it to me. She loves dancing." Oh, did she? Considering who he suspected to be in... her... Slowing to the menu, he hears William's window slide down; many prices and photos of food greet Michael. Wow, things were more affordable compared to the current day.

"One Big Mac meal with a large Coke, two Happy Meal burger meals, and one Quarter Pounder with cheese meal." Michael is amazed to see the prices being literal cents and dollars. He should cherish this while he can. As they retrieve the food and head home, he stares up at the big home, a two-story high, decently sized driveway with another car, which must be his mother's. They'll park, and William shuts the vehicle down to guide Michael inside with the food. From the driveway to the front door is a beautiful path of brick and flowers; his mom must have put those there again. It seemed like her, and it was stunning. When the front door opens, he's met with a slight ginger girl, hair tied half up and down with her big hair ribbon in.

"OH, woah! Mc. Donald's!" she cheers, excited. Michael shuts the door behind himself and carries the few bags that his father had him take to place them at the dining table. It's so weird.

Elizabeth. She's standing beside him and hip-bumping him aside to grab her Happy Meal box to open it, checking for her food; her nose scrunches as a pout comes to her lips. "Daddy! They put onions all over it!" She'll complain and show William the burger with the silvered onions inside; he tells her she should try it, and she may like it. Michael can't stop watching.

#fnaf fanfic #charlie emily #fritz fnaf #henry emily #michael afton #elizabeth afton #susie fnaf #gabriel fnaf #william afton

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oceangirl24 · 2 years

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Loose Ends

"What do I do about this, Devon?" Jon felt like he was caught in an undertow and couldn't get out of it. "Matís and Aisha are both certain this is comin' out of the Mayor's office. How do I get NYPD to investigate the Mayor's office?"

"You can't," she said sadly. "If anyone can it's Aisha. I know she had the Remingtons and Penningtons removed Friday."

Devon reached across the table and grabbed his hand.

"That's another reason why you need to get out of town. Is your home security up again?"

"Yeah," he nodded slowly, staring at her hand. "I had an entirely new system put in. Paranoid, I guess."

"You're not. It was a smart thing to do." Devon glanced at her phone. "I have to go, Jon."

She quickly gathered her things and stood up. Before she left Devon leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Give Audrey my love and be careful."

Jon nodded and sat staring at the untouched soup and the chopsticks on the table. The pain in his head was rising as his thoughts became tumultuous winds roaring inside his mind.

He desperately wanted everything to stop.

Charlie appeared next to him.

"You appear to not have much of an appetite, Jonathan," he commented with quiet concern.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that." Jon sighed and reached into his coat pocket. "Lemme know what I owe you."

The other man waved his hand at this. "It's already been taken care of."

He gave him a joyless smile. "Thank you."

"Feel free to leave when you choose. Our sentries at the front will escort you out."

Jon thanked him but remained in his seat for a while longer. Eventually he got up, grabbed the file, and tucked it into the back of his waistband. At the doors, he waited for several minutes for the sentries, but none came. Frustrated he decided to leave on his own.

Stepping out into the darkness of the garage outside of the restaurant, he took his glasses off. Instantly he sensed something was wrong and turned to go back inside but the doors were already closed. Without light or knowledge of the area's layout to guide him, Jon stumbled forward with his hands outstretched attempting to feel his way out.

He didn't make it far before he heard a strange sound to his left. It sounded like metal scrapping a wall. Jon pressed forward as the noise grew into a high-pitched whine.

Then there was silence.

Panic overcame him and compelled him to run but without sight he could go nowhere. His other senses were too underdeveloped to give him any sense of direction. The dark that once brought him such peace and relief had turned on him.

Somehow, he got spun around and no longer knew if he was heading towards the restaurant or away from it. Every nerve screamed as he tried to move forward.

And the pain.

The pain was excruciating.

Then he heard it: the creaking of something heavy that was about to fall. The sound surrounded him. He didn't know where it was coming from.

Audrey appeared before him. Jon stared at her image as the horrible realization that he hadn't made things right with her filled his head.

He closed his eyes and prayed that whatever was going to happen would happen quickly.

And it did.

Everything happened at once: Audrey, the prayer, and a white light piercing the night. A second after a heavy body hit him shoving him backwards into the light. A pair of arms wrapped around him preventing a fall. The sentries, who were now everywhere, rushed to close the doors. As they did Jon looked up and saw a masculine figure in black wearing polarized sunglasses and a hoodie. It was covered in an ashy gray dust.

A deafening crash was heard just after the doors closed.

Charlie swore at the guards for not paying attention, for putting his guest at risk. Still cursing he ushered Jon back to his table where he began profusely apologizing.

The superintendent couldn't hear anything but blood rushing to his head as he fell into the chair held out to him. Adrenaline and cortisol rushing through his system elevating the pain in his head to an unbearable level.

Struggling to breathe, he leaned his elbows on the table as he held his head between his hands gasping for air. Charlie was saying something about construction crews and finding reliable workers who were willing to sign nondisclosure agreements. Something about a beam being left in crane.

Finally, the voices stopped talking and Jon's pulse quieted down. He was exhausted and out of breath as though he'd been playing a full period of a hockey game without a line change. After several minutes, he felt strong enough to move his hands away from his head.

His eyes were still closed when he heard someone sit in the chair across from him.

Jon opened his eyes and found himself looking into the bright blue eyes of his past.

A past named Angelo Sartori.

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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sweaters & kisses | one-shot.

Request: maybe one of the weasleys x reader where molly makes everybody ugly christmas sweaters??

Pairing: Bill Weasley x fem!reader

You hadn’t seen the Weasleys in forever. Since your seventh year which was about eight years ago. Approaching the Burrow, you realized how much you missed your friends. You, Bill, and Charlie were inseparable during your school years. When Bill left, it was just you and Charlie for two years.

That meant it was two years of Charlie pressing you to confirm his suspicions that you were into his brother. Both winter breaks, he tried his hardest to set you up with Bill despite you telling him not to meddle and just let you have a crush. Charlie wanted you to be a part of the family for real— the two of you always recalled your joke pact that you made in first year stating that if you were both thirty-two and single you would just marry each other.

Then graduation happened. Part of the reason that the three of you had been inseparable in your school years was the same reason that you all grew apart— a love of adventure. Bill became a cursebreaker in Egypt, Charlie worked with dragons in Romania. You were trapezing the entire world in search of dark artifacts.

The three of you also had a strong sense of morals along with the sense of adventure. When Harry Potter claimed that Voldemort was back, you came running. Without much thought, you sent a letter to Dumbledore asking to join the Order.

While they didn’t necessarily like the idea of Harry and other students learning to fight, they acknowledged that Voldemort was after the boy. They felt better that there was guidance close to their age. The old Order of the Phoenix stepped aside for the younger generation.

Between Tonks and Bill, Harry’s little Dumbledore’s Army became prodigies at Defense Against the Dark Arts. Charlie had an intense network of dragon dealers that were able to easily pass information and spy for them. He also had a way to track animals that proved very useful in finding and killing Lord Voldemort’s snake. You were able to figure out the horcruxes.

There was still a whole ordeal about getting them to destroy them. But, aside from Nagini and the diary, you had all of the horcruxes in Dumbledore’s office. It was just a matter of figuring out how to destroy them. That involved more travel which you would get to when it wasn’t freezing. There were prisons out in the world that held dark wizards that did what Voldemort had done which meant that someone had to know how to destroy them. But that wasn’t until the New Year. Right now, you were enjoying your holiday. Mr. Weasley invited you to the Burrow for Christmas.

You knocked on the door, expecting Mr. or Mrs. Weasley to answer. The door opened to reveal a tall redhead who you hadn’t seen in what felt like forever.

“You got one of your ears pierced?”

Bill laughed. “I haven’t seen you properly in years and that’s the first thing you say to me?”

“What do you want me to cry in joy? Close the door and we’ll do it again.”

“You haven’t changed a bit.”

Bill ushered you in and closed the door. Immediately, Charlie showed up. It was like no time had passed at all. The rest of the house, which included Order members as well as Harry and Hermione, noticed how the three of you were joined at the hip.

“Have they always been like that?” Lupin asked.

Percy nodded. “They were the Golden Trio at Hogwarts before Harry ever showed up. Gave Mum a near heart attack when Bill almost got expelled.”

“Expelled?”

Bill threw an arm over your shoulder. “This one had the brilliant idea of helping one of our fellow students break some cursed vaults.”

You poked Bill’s cheek. “Um, without my brilliant idea you wouldn’t be a cursebreaker now.”

“Yes, I would be.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

Bill looked at you. The two of you didn’t break eye contact. It didn’t go unnoticed by the others when Bill’s playful stare-off seemed to morph into something else. His face softened a bit. Bill cleared his throat and looked away. You smiled smugly.

“Ha. I win.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Bill suddenly walked off, Charlie following him outside. You went back into the swing of old Weasley Christmas traditions. The younger Weasleys remembered all the times that you used to come over. Ginny always liked it because, even though she was a baby, you always treated her like a little lady. She always used to push Charlie or Bill marrying you so you would be at the Burrow forever. Back then, it was a funny joke. Now, she was old enough to see something was up with her brother.

Mrs. Weasley began to hand out presents. You all knew they were sweaters. Every Christmas Eve, the present was a sweater. You started getting them in you and Charlie’s third year because you were the only friend that the boys kept bringing home. Molly handed you your little box.

“Oh, with everyone here, (Y/N) and Charlie are going to be in your room, Bill.”

Bill’s eyes went wide for a moment. “Shouldn’t (Y/N) be with Ginny?”

“Hermione and Tonks are already there. So is Angelina, there isn’t room.”

“You act as if we haven’t shared a bed before,” you told Bill.

Fred stood up. “But you said Ang couldn’t stay in our room every time we asked, growing up.”

“(Y/N) was never dating one of them. They’re also adults that I can trust.”

Fred shut up, not having a good counter argument. You laughed as you tore through the wrapping paper, wondering what color you would get. You had almost every color. Although, all the ones from your earliest years were now too small. Bill turned when he heard you in hysterics.

“Molly, I love it!”

“I wanted to try something different this time.”

“It’s great.”

You held up the ugly Christmas sweater. Everyone opened their own presents to see ugly Christmas sweaters. You all changed into them so Molly could take a picture. One by one, everyone retreated to their rooms. You, Bill, and Charlie decided to wear the sweaters as pajamas. Charlie took some firewhiskey from the kitchen before the three of you retreated to Bill’s room.

He had the only room on the same floor as the living room— Charlie’s was upstairs on the same level as their parents and before all the additions started getting added to the house. The three of you passed around the bottle and caught each other up on your lives. There was an unspoken agreement to never spend this much time apart from each other ever again. Charlie stretched.

“Alright, I’m heading to bed.”

“Where are you going?” You asked as he started to leave.

“The couch.”

“Charlie, the bed’s big enough for the three of us.”

“I know but William isn’t going to do anything unless I do it for him. You two are just like when we were younger.”

He walked out without another word. You turned to face Bill who was now fiddling with his sweater.

“Okay, what was that about?”

“It’s just Charlie,” Bill said.

You two started getting ready for bed. Bill opened his mouth plenty of times to say something but then closed it again. You probably had a relationship. He told Charlie that much when his younger brother followed him outside. You probably didn’t even like him. Why would he expect you to still have a crush on him after all these years? Bill thought he was screwed that he finally had a crush on you and it wasn’t during the same time that you had one on him. He held his breath for a moment as you cuddled against him to get comfortable. Like he used to, Bill rubbed your back so you would fall asleep easily. Only now, it wasn’t platonic— not on his end. Bill looked down to see you sleeping peacefully. He sighed.

“Crushing on your best friend is such a cliche, isn’t it? You’ve gotten even prettier since I last saw you, wanted to kiss you when you showed up to the Order meaning. I should’ve told Harry I couldn’t teach Dumbledore’s Army that day and just caught up with you. Too bad this isn’t seventh year. Charlie told me that you used to like me… guess I missed my chance, didn’t I?”

“Your sweater is itchy,” you mumbled.

Bill froze and you lifted your head. He looked like a deer in headlights.

“Did you hear me?”

“I was going to give you your moment but one of the pom poms was poking my ear.”

“Merlin, I can’t beli—”

“You can still kiss me.”

“I’m so sorr— what?”

“I was going to let you sleep and then just, I don’t know, kiss you in the morning.”

“Are you messing with me, right now?”

You shook your head. “I’ve had a few boyfriends since Hogwarts but there was always something missing. I only ever feel it around you and Charlie.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just include my brother.”

You shoved his shoulder. “Oh, you know what I mean.”

Bill sat up, cupping the sides of your face. “Do I?”

“Just kiss me, William.”

“Gladly.”

Bill pressed his lips against yours.

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lemonsuponlemons · 2 years

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"Change my mind" - Billy Russo x Reader

[TW: smut, vulgar language, mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering, unsafe intercourse (contraception prevents from contracting various STDs, please do use it)]

Summary: Billy visits the bar you sing at and he can't help himself when he sees you. He's in for a surprise when you don't give in that easily, making him even more interested. Who knows, maybe Billy Russo has finally met his match.

Word count: ~1.6k

Guys this is my very first full smut AND I'm asexual. I don't know what I'm doing. A wild ride indeed.

It was a comfortably slow night at the bar, drinks being dished out but at a calm pace. Singing sappy songs felt even easier on nights like these, when Earth was spinning a little slower. Even though it was probably your most favorite thing to do, a break sounded nice and so when you finished the song, you left the tiny stage and walked over to the bar.

Little did you know, Billy was watching you like a hawk out on a hunt. He couldn't even taste the beer he was drinking, completely focused on you: a short top that appetizingly revealed your skin and the flared pants that made your legs look just right to spread them and throw over his shoulders. Your voice was piercing through the air, reaching his ears only to be quickly spun into fantasies of erotic gasps, moans and squeals. In his vanity, Billy was sure that he could surprise you with the sounds he can get out of you. He was quite set on making that happen.

"Slow night tonight," you said to Charles, who was working the bar.

"As much as I like tips, I'm not gonna complain," he chuckled as he poured you a margarita.

You took a sip of the drink and let out a sigh of relief. Chares really knew what he was doing.

"You never disappoint, Charlie boy."

In response, he just smiled and did a careless salute before turning to a client and making their drink.

"Great performance." You heard a voice behind you. You turned around only to be met with the view of a handsome, confident man. "Billy Russo."

"(Y/N), always a pleasure to meet a fan." Your joke earned a small chuckle from him.

"You do private events?" he asked with a smirk.

"You men are all the same," you let out a bitter laugh. "At least buy me dinner first and maybe I'll stay for breakfast."

To Billy, the game was on. And he always plays to win.

Billy was pushing you in the direction of his bedroom, which proved a little difficult with your lips unwilling to stop kissing and hands pulling at clothes, frantically taking them off and throwing them in whichever direction. You have bumped into a wall a few times and Billy couldn't let himself pass the opportunity to grind against you.

You felt the soft covers against your calves and soon after Billy grabbed you by your thighs and tossed you on top of the bed. Pushing yourself up on your forearms, you gave him a beautiful view of your body in lacey lingerie. Billy's eyes were devouring each inch of your skin with an insatiable appetite. He quickly took off his shirt, probably ripping out the last button or two.

When Billy was reaching for his belt, you were a little faster than him and started unbuckling it for him. His breathing picked up as he felt completely entranced by the feeling of your hands against his groin.

With a decisive motion, you pulled down his pants and briefs. First, you looked at his boner and then up at his face. Making sure that Billy was staring at you, you gave his cock a test lick.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned as his hand reached to grab your hair.

Feeling encouraged by his unambiguous reaction, you slid his penis into your mouth as deep as you could, letting your tongue crawl against the hot skin. Your head moving up and down his shaft at a slow pace, earning delightful groans from Billy.

Billy's grip on your hair forced you to move a little faster, take him a little deeper. His mouth was slightly open and every so often his face would twitch. Somehow, he managed to look even prettier when he was desperate.

Unexpectedly, he forcefully yanked your head away from his dick and for a moment he took in the sight of saliva mixed with precum running down your chin. When your gaze met his, something inside Billy broke, like a dam keeping his desire under control. Any force that was holding him back until now was gone.

His hands gripped your waist and pushed you farther on the bed. Billy's teeth first nibbled on your neck and when you moaned right into his ear, they immediately sank deeper, biting down on your skin like he was still debating which kind of "devouring" he wanted more. Gradually, his bites and kisses moved down your body and Billy made sure to leave your breasts red and swollen. The bruises will show up before he's done with you.

He bit your thigh before taking the material of your panties into his teeth and pulling them slightly down. Soon his hand pulled the damp underwear off of your and threw it across the room. Billy knew you won't be needing them for a good while.

Billy's rough hands ran up your legs spreading them apart. You let out a gasp feeling two of his fingers being pushed inside your vagina. They provided a slight stretch, one that makes appetite only grow. Billy moved his fingers at a steady, quick pace, curling them upwards only slightly, unwilling to give you satisfaction right away. When he pulled them out, your frustration only grew and you were willing to do just about anything to have his dick inside you.

Forcefully, Billy flipped you over and kept your hips in the air. You pushed your face further into the mattress when you felt his cock filling you up. He was big but in the most mouth-watering way.

"You're so damn tight," he said in a strained voice.

"Stop running your mouth and fuck me already."

"As you wish, princess."

Billy slid out of you only to snap his hips forward, hitting your walls with the strength of a desperate man gone feral. The both painful and pleasurable sensation made you let out a cry that only made Billy continue his rough pace. A plethora of deliciously erotic sounds was leaving was mouth as Billy slammed his pelvis against your ass. You clawed at the bedsheets, unable to cope with the overwhelming bliss he was providing.

His hand reached for your hair yet again and pulled them to lift your upper body. The other arm he put around your waist to keep you in place. You could feel his toned chest and abdomen against your back. The new angle let Billy hit that perfect spot with each thrust and you just couldn't keep your voice down.

"I'll happily ruin your tiny cunt," he gritted through his teeth and then bit your shoulder.

Whether it was his sultry words or merciless pace, you felt your abdomen steadily tighten and pussy begin to twitch.

"Fuck, Billy, I'm gonna-" you breathed out barely coherent words.

The arm he had around your waist moved down, rough fingers quickly finding your clit and rubbing it in circles.

"Come on, princess, lemme hear you," he whispered.

You felt your toes curl and legs shake, your mind going completely blank. A wave of unspeakable pleasure washed over you, coaxing an involuntary scream out of your throat as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Billy's movements became more frantic and sloppy. It wasn't long after your own orgasm that you heard him grunt into your ear and felt his cum fill you up, only to then dribble down your shaky thighs.

When Billy pulled out of you and let go of your hair, you simply fell on the bed, powerless and out of breath, and he lay next to you, visibly proud of himself.

"What do you think now?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"About what?"

"That all men are the same."

"Well..." you trailed off with a smile on your face and slid your finger up his chest. Billy felt an excitatory shiver run down his spine. "Now I'm open to suggestions."

"I thought I had you pretty convinced back there." He put his arm on your lower back and pulled you closer to him.

"Oh, dear Billy, and what if I played you?" you whispered to him. Your noses were nearly touching and you caught Billy casting his eyes to your reddened, swollen lips before he answered.

"That scream didn't seem fake to me."

"I practiced."

Billy laughed at your answer but his smile quickly faded when you sat on top of him. His hands rested on your hips, the same place he gripped so hard not too long ago. The sounds of night-time traffic filled the short silence that fell between you.

"Mister Russo," you spoke in a low tone. You were looking straight into his eyes, faces mere inches from each other. His heart started to race again. Your hand brushed against his cheek. "When you undress a woman and her underwear matches, it wasn't your idea to have sex."

His mind raced back to the image of you wearing dark green lingerie and how much he wanted to just rip it off.

To Billy's dismay, you got off his lap and walked out of the bedroom. His eyes were focused on your naked body, a little reddened around your hips. Your butt jiggled enticingly as you made your way out of the room. Billy's ego, now slightly challenged, was screaming at him to do something, to prove that he still has the upper hand, to just slam you against the wall and have his way with you however he likes. Who knew being defied could ever rile him up so bad.

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bowlegsandbiceps · 3 years

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Suptober Day 9: Body Mod

Mature / Piercer!Dean & Customer!Cas / Destiel Meet Cute / 2,104 words

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“Winchester!”

Dean looked up from his paperback and leaned to the side so he could see around Benny’s customer.

“We got a lost bet coming your way!” The receptionist’s voice echoed off the walls and the tattoo guns at every station paused for the artist to snicker before they all started back up again. Dean heaved a sigh, dropping his feet from the padded table in front of him and tossing his book on his supply cart, ambling up to the front desk.

A very sullen - very attractive - man stood across from the desk and Charlie turned to give Dean a very obvious wink before smacking him on the butt as she sauntered away. Dean pursed his lips, glaring at her over his shoulder before turning back to Mr. Hot and Grumpy.

“Hey I’m Dean,” Dean offered his hand and the man tilted his head to get a look at his palm, almost as if checking for dirt or a buzzer before placing his hand delicately into Dean’s. Dean waited. Finally, he cleared his throat. “And you are?”

“Does it matter?” The man replied glumly and Dean’s eyebrows raised.

“Well, you gotta sign some paperwork if you’re gettin’ pierced so, kinda?”

The man heaved a martyred sigh. “Castiel Novak.”

“Alright, Cas what part of your body am I gonna be punching a hole through?” Dean reached for a clipboard, grabbing the necessary paperwork from Charlie’s ready-made pile. Castiel mumbled so low Dean felt it shiver along his skin. “I’m sorry?” Dean touched his earlobe with two fingers.

Castiel looked miserable. “My nipples.”

Dean’s eyebrows raised as he handed over the clipboard. “Both of ‘em?”

“Unfortunately,”

Castiel sighed again, taking the pen jammed in the clip and frowned as he read through the release. “Why am I even reading this?” He muttered to himself after a moment and skipped right to the bottom, signing with a flourish. “How long is this going to take?”

“Couple-a minutes.” Dean took the clipboard. “Can I see your ID?”

Castiel blinked at him. “You’re carding me?”

Dean sighed. The hot ones were always assholes. “Looks like it. No ID. No piercing.”

Castiel rolled his eyes, reaching back for his wallet, and pulled out his ID. Dean looked at it, then looked at Castiel. He had messy dark hair, a heavy brow, and deep blue eyes that Dean felt like he could fall into. The full lips, chapped as they were, were also really doing it for him. Dean gave a short nod, handing the ID back.

“Alright Castiel James Novak, please follow me.”

Dean led him back over to his station, glaring at Benny who gave him a shit-eating grin. So Dean had a type and his client fit it, Benny didn’t have to be a shit about it. Dean glanced at his work as he passed. “Hey that’s pretty good for your first tattoo ever,” Dean quipped and the sorority girl on Benny’s table lifted her head like her neck was on fire.

“What?”

“Nothin’.” Benny patted her hip then returned to working on her tramp stamp. “Don’t say shit like that, man.”

Dean let out a mean little chuckle before beginning to prepare his area. He paused, turning to Castiel. “Uh, are you shy or anything? We can do this in the back-“

Castiel had already shrugged out of his tan overcoat and when he whipped off the plain white tee he had on underneath, Dean’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. “Not shy. Got it.”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

Dean gestured for him to sit and Castiel climbed up onto the table awkwardly. Dean grabbed up his trashcan and set it next to the table as a precaution before turning to his sink to wash his hands.

“Do you have piercings besides the ones on your face?”

Dean looked over his shoulder. “I don’t have my dick pierced if that’s what you’re asking.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.”

“I have one of my nipples pierced.” Dean shook off his hands and began gathering his supplies, lining them up on his tray. “And my tongue.” Dean sat in his chair, rolling closer. Castiel squinted at Dean. Dean opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Castiel grimaced.

“That seems painful.”

“It was.”

“Glad I didn’t pick that.”

Dean paused, a bottle of saline in his hand. “You picked your nipples?”

Castiel nodded. “It was between nipples, tongue or-“ Castiel cut himself off, clearing his throat. “I don’t have a lot of sensation in my nipples so I figured that was my best option.”

Dean chuckled. “Oh, you’re about to my friend.”

Castiel grumbled miserably as Dean pulled on his gloves. “I don’t suppose you have any topical numbing cream?”

“Fresh out,” Dean said popping his glove and giving Castiel a grin. “Stand please.”

Castiel narrowed his eyes at him. “Are you some kind of sadist?”

Dean blinked. “No.”

“You seem almost excited to do this to me,” Castiel eyed him as he slipped off the table.

“What can I say? I love my job.” Dean reached for an alcohol pad and tore it open.

Benny snorted. “Yeah what other profession lets you play with people’s nipples?”

Dean was just about to sterilize Castiel’s right nipple when he pulled back, giving Benny a deadpan stare before flipping him off. “Sorry about him. He was raised by wolves.”

Benny threw his head back and let out a howl.

“Rude wolves,” Dean added and Benny laughed, going back to his work.

“You said you had one nipple pierced,” Castiel said, flinching as Dean wiped over his nipple and all around it until the nub was pebbled up and hard then did the same to the other. “Why only the one.”

“Because it hurt like hell,” Dean quipped and Castiel glared at him. “Oh come on I’m kidding. The other one rejected.” Dean grabbed up a small marker.

“R-rejected? How?”

Dean pinched at Castiel’s nipple, leaning in close as he made a mark on one side of it. “My brother punched me in the chest two days after I got it.” Castiel looked down at him horrified. Dean glanced up. “What it was an accident. He didn’t know I’d just gotten my nipples pierced.

“Why did you get them pierced?”

Dean shrugged, moving Castiel’s nipple around, marking the other side. “Something to do.” Dean cleared his throat, switching to the other nipple, pinching lightly before making a mark. “So… what did you bet on?”

Castiel shifted and Dean placed a hand on his hip to halt the movement before pressing against his nipple again to mark the other side. “It was more of an alternative dare.”

Dean huffed a laugh and Castiel shivered. Dean sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. “Sorry. Uh… what was the other dare?”

“To kiss a girl.”

Dean’s arms fell to his sides as he stood at his full height. “You chose getting your nipples pierced over kissing a girl?”

“Yes.”

Dean looked over his shoulder at Benny, gesturing to Castiel and Benny just shrugged, going back to his work. Dean looked to Castiel again, raising his hands in question. “Why?”

“It’s been longer than two minutes can we get on with this please?” Castiel’s blue eyes flashed and Dean showed his palms.

“Sorry, sir. Lay back with your head facing that way please.” Dean indicated one end of the table and Castiel hopped on, laying back.

Dean grabbed for the needle unpackaging it before slathering a bit of vaseline on the outside of his gloved hand to hold the needle. Dean reached for a cork and the forceps opening them as he leaned over Castiel’s chest. He took his time getting the placement right.

“Slight pinch here, m’kay?”

Castiel grumbled crabbily and winced as Dean locked the clamp into place “I don’t kiss girls.”

Dean tugged on the forceps a bit, checking the placement again before grabbing the needle off his glove. “Again, I ask why? Take a deep breath for me. In and out.”

Castiel did as he was told. “How would you feel being forced to kiss a man?”

“Depends on how hot he is. One more deep breath. In…” Dean placed the needle on one side of Castiel’s nipple. “And out.” On Castiel’s exhale he pushed, quick and hard, sinking the needle into the cork and Castiel’s body went tense but he made no sound. “Okay just gonna add the jewelry here.”

“You’re attracted to men?” Castiel asked as Dean threaded the bar through his nipple and twisted the ball on the end.

“Some of ‘em,” Dean gave a shrug. “Alright sit up. Slow!” Dean’s hand landed on Castiel’s shoulder as he spun himself so his legs dangled off the side of the table, sitting up straight. “You feel dizzy?”

“No. It didn’t really hurt.”

Dean grinned. “Good. Head down there please.” Dean indicated the other side and Castiel did as he was bid. “This one should hurt even less. You’ve got the endorphins going now.”

“Wonderful.”

Dean laughed. “Anyone ever tell you you’re kind of hilarious?”

Castiel let his head fall back as he let out another martyred sigh. “All the time.”

“See I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not,” Dean chuckled, unpackaging a new needle and sticking it to his glove before going for the forceps again.

“Those hurt worse than the needle,” Castiel complained and Dean looked down at him, mouth opening.

“Right? No one ever believes me when I say that. Deep breath in.” Castiel sucked in a breath. “And out.” Castiel closed his eyes as he exhaled. Dean took a second to admire his face. “Another deep breath in.” He positioned the needle. “And out.” Quick push in and he reached for the other barbell. “Good job, dude.” He slipped it in and applied the ball. “Hold still, I’m gonna spray you down with H2Ocean.”

Dean went over basic aftercare as he patted at the piercings, admiring his work and frankly the canvas as well before taping gauze to Castiel’s chest. Castiel nodded along, threading his arms back through his shirt and letting it fall back covering his torso. Dean started walking him to the front.

“It’ll be at least nine months before it’s fully healed. Just try not to touch them and you’ll be fine.” Dean nudged Charlie out of the way and leaned on the front desk. “So that’s twenty for each piercing and thirty-five for each piece of jewelry.” Dean watched as Castiel reached back gingerly for his wallet, his hipbone peeking out as he did so. Dean licked his lips. “Eh just make it an even hundred and we’re square.”

Castiel looked at him and blinked. Dean just shrugged and Castiel nodded, handing over six twenties. Dean smiled, pocketing one of them. “If I have questions about the aftercare, can I call you?”

“Yeah sure but honestly you could just google- OW!” Dean looked over his shoulder at Charlie who had just hit him hard on the bicep. “Yeah man call any time.”

“I don’t have your number…” Castiel eyed him, shifting from foot to foot.

“Oh shit, yeah.” Dean leaned over fumbling at the little business card holders but didn’t see any of his. “Eh this one is Benny’s but it’s got the shop number on there.”

Charlie heaved a sigh, sounding incredibly put out as she nudged Dean out of the way, grabbing a marker. “Here’s his cell. He works Tuesday through Saturday and he’s free this Sunday if you want to take him out for coffee.”

Charlie handed over the card and Castiel looked at her then looked down at the card then looked at Dean. Dean just stared back. Charlie elbowed him hard in the ribs. “OW! Yeah! I would love to get coffee.”

“There’s a place on North River Ave that has a roastery.” Castiel shifted from foot to foot, a shy smile pulling at his lips.

Dean beamed back. “Perfect I love roasteries.”

“Dean likes pumpkin spice lattes from Starbucks,” Charlie supplied and Dean glared at her betrayed but was instantly soothed by Castiel’s deep rumble of laughter.

“I knew he had to have a flaw in there somewhere.” Dean blinked at Castiel, his face flushing deep red. Castiel turned a little pink himself. “I’ll see you Sunday. Say 10:30?”

“I’ll be there.”

Castiel gave him a small smile before turning to leave, letting out a small throaty laugh as he heard the shop behind him explode in wolf whistles, Dean’s voice shouting over the din. “Yeah, yeah, you’re all a bunch of rude-ass wolves.”

A series of howls followed.

#suptober21 #destiel #deancas #meet cute #fanfic: supernatural #spn fanfic

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the-al-chemist · 3 years

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Learning To Fly - Chapter 6: Flying

A/N: Autumn arrives at the Dragon Reserve. Knowing that he has to release Norbert soon, Charlie takes him out to explore… Warnings: none, but it’s sort of emotional.

I know that you’re probably asleep right now - though maybe not, knowing you - and we are going to write later anyway, but I couldn’t not write to you about this straight away. This morning Norbert and I flew all the way over the valley up to the fifth peak. It’s the furthest we’ve gone so far. We are still out now, we’re just at the edge of a forest, and Norbert has just discovered autumn leaves for the first time.

The smell of something burning pierced Charlie’s nostrils, and he immediately stopped writing in his notebook. Looking up, he saw that Norbert had set a handful of fallen leaves alight.

“Aguamenti,” said Charlie, quickly pointing his wand at the autumnal pyre. A jet of water extinguished the flames, and Norbert turned his head to glare at Charlie, who shrugged. “Sorry, mate. You can’t go around starting forest fires. We’re still not in Magda’s good books as it is.”

Norbert looked away, and returned to chasing the russet-coloured leaves that were blowing in the breeze. There was a loud crunching sound as he landed on a pile of them, and he looked down at his talons before rolling on his back on the leaf-strewn ground. Charlie laughed and shook his head.

He’s playing like a hatchling and having the time of his life. It’s actually really cute, and that isn’t a word you tend to associate with dragons that much. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know about the leaves, and about Norbert and how well he’s doing.

It was true. Norbert was doing really well. It was hard to believe that this was the same malnourished and underdeveloped juvenile that had arrived at the sanctuary that morning in early May. Now, Norbert was strong and mischievous, currently gambolling in the leaves on the side of a mountain as the October sun started to rise over the tops of the trees on the horizon.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Charlie felt a swell of pride and affection, which gave way to distinct wistfulness. As much as he was glad that Norbert was almost ready to be set free, there was a part of him that wasn’t yet ready to say goodbye. He returned his attention back to his notebook, and finished writing his message to Artemis.

I wish you could be here to see him for yourself. Good morning for whenever you read this.

Charlie closed the notebook and put it away. He knew that he really ought to head back with Norbert before the sun finished rising. The mating season was coming to its end, but the wild dragons on the reserve were still straying from their usual territories, and he didn’t really want to encounter any of them as he and Norbert flew back to the compound. Norbert didn’t yet know how to interact with other dragons, and other dragons didn’t know how to not see humans as anything other than a potential meal.

That being said, a few more minutes couldn’t hurt. Norbert was enjoying playing with the leaves, and Charlie could see that he was mimicking hunting behaviours. If anything, this was good for his development. They could stay like this for a little longer, Charlie reasoned.

He must have left it a little too long, though, because soon he heard the unmistakable sound of a dragon call. Not deep enough for an Ironbelly, or melodious enough for a Common Green. A Longhorn, perhaps, Charlie thought, and a moment later, the shadow of a dragon passed high in the sky overhead.

Hearing the noise, Norbert raised his head from the leaves, and watched the other dragon intently, before turning towards Charlie and snorting.

“We can’t go flying after it, Norbert,” Charlie told him. “That dragon won’t know that steaks taste better than people, I’m afraid.”

Norbert snorted again, and Charlie shrugged at him. Somewhat sulkily, Norbert turned away, and kept watching the Longhorn as it flew into the distance.

Interesting, Charlie thought. Maybe he was better off staying here for a while. That way, Norbert could get used to seeing and hearing a few other dragons at a safer distance. As long as they returned while it was still quite cold, there wouldn’t be too many around to pose a danger to them, just enough to give Norbert some exposure to his own kind.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Charlie heard the lyrical call of the Common Green, and the mighty roar of the Horntail. At the sound of each, Norbert raised his head, and looked to see where the sound was coming from, before taking off into the air, flying a quick circuit over the side of the mountain, and returning to the ground. Charlie watched him, closely observing his every movement. He looked excited, not scared.

“See, mate,” Charlie said, as Norbert turned his attention to something crimson flying across the valley far in the distance. A Fireball. “You’re not the only dragon in the world, or even on the reserve. A couple more weeks, and you’ll be able to go out and start finding your own territory. You’ll like that.”

But Norbert wasn’t listening to Charlie at all, his attention was elsewhere. He was listening to something his ears could hear but Charlie’s could not. Then, Norbert let out a quiet cry, and Charlie’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“What is it? What’s wrong, are you-”

The rest of Charlie’s question was drowned out by a dragon call, one he recognised better than all the others, though this was deeper and more powerful than the one he was used to. It was a Ridgeback. A wild, fully grown Norwegian Ridgeback.

At the sound of the Ridgeback’s call, Norbert cried out again, and flapped his wings. The wild Ridgeback called out once more, and Norbert responded in the same fashion, his own roar louder than before.

The wild Ridgeback’s third call sounded less distant, and Charlie turned his head towards the noise. Sure enough, the dragon was soaring over the valley, closer to them than Charlie was strictly comfortable with. It was larger than Norbert, and sleeker too, gliding through the misty morning air and settling on a nearby peak.

Norbert looked at it, flapped his wings once more, and let out a soft whine. He turned back to Charlie, and snorted again.

“I told you,” Charlie said, shaking his head. “I can’t fly with the other dragons. Look, that one doesn’t have a human, does he? No. He probably ate his human.”

Of course, Norbert had no idea what Charlie was saying, but he didn’t snort again. Instead, he lay on the ground and watched the other Ridgeback on its peak across the valley.

“I know, that one looks just like you. That’s what you’ll look like soon, anyway.”

The other dragon preened itself for a while - Norbert watching and mimicking it the entire time - before launching from the ground to become skybound once more. Norbert jumped upright, and cried out as the wild dragon started to fly away. It was a mournful sound that made Charlie’s heart ache. Norbert raised his wings and looked as if he were about to set off after the wild dragon, but then he stopped, and turned back to Charlie.

“Norbert,” Charlie said, quietly, “if you want to go after the dragon, you can, you know. There’s nothing stopping you.”

But Norbert, of course, couldn’t understand Charlie. He lay on the ground, his head resting on the floor. Charlie sighed. He didn’t know what to do next.

In the distance, the wild Ridgeback called out again, the sound echoing through the valley, and Norbert lifted his head, turning it to the noise. He snorted at the wild dragon, still just about visible as it flew in the distance.

“Norbert, I mean it. You want to go. Go. You’re ready,” Charlie told him. “You don’t need me anymore. You’re free.”

Norbert raised himself onto his haunches and looked straight at Charlie, who swallowed hard.

“And it’s not like we won’t ever see each other again. I still live here, and you’ll just be out there. It’s not like it’s goodbye forever,” he told the dragon, with a sad smile. “Just, you know, make sure you take care of yourself out there. There’s lots of stuff I’ve not been able to show you yet, and not all of it is safe. You have to be careful of things, yeah? And make sure you eat plenty of fish. I know they aren’t as tasty as steaks, but they’re really good for you. It’s the omega oils, they’re really good for your joints, and you’ll need that because you’re already pretty big, and you’re only going to get bigger.

“And try not to cause any trouble with anyone. Remember, lots of those other dragons are stronger than you, and most of them are probably fiercer. Especially the females, they are the most dangerous of the lot of them, so don’t go doing anything stupid.”

Charlie, having started talking with a lump in his throat that had made it hard for him to speak at all, was now finding himself unable to stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

“Seriously, mate, I mean it. Even if she’s only small, and you don’t think she’ll be able to do any harm, you still have to watch yourself, because before you know it, it’ll be too late. She will have found some way of getting inside your head, and your heart, and soon you’ll be doing all sorts of stupid things, like fighting giant spiders, and stealing a car, and getting attacked by a chimaera, and walking a bloody dragon on a lead, all for…”

Charlie’s voice tailed off as he realised what he was saying. Where had all of that come from? Why was he saying this now, or at all? Why had he done any of those stupid things in the first place?

Well, that was an easy question to answer. He’d done those things for Artemis. Because, well, someone had to, didn’t they? If not him, then who would? She was his best friend, and she deserved to have someone do a few stupid things for her every now and then.

Although, looking back, he had done quite a lot of things for her, and not all of them had been stupid. Often, they were just little things, things that he knew would make her smile. He hadn’t thought about it before, because he had never minded. He still didn’t mind now, because he loved seeing her smile, and he loved being the one to make her smile. He loved…

“Her,” Charlie said out loud, and his breath caught in his throat. He frowned and swallowed again. “Huh.”

Dawn was breaking over the mountain, just as a realisation had dawned over Charlie. A realisation that he now wished he could go back and un-realise, because it was making his head spin, and his palms sweat, and his mouth go dry, and his heart beat so wildly he felt as if it might burst out of his chest and fly away across the valley.

Charlie was panicking, panicking more than he’d ever panicked about anything in his entire life. It was as if a great wind had suddenly buffeted him and sent him veering off course, and there was nothing to stop it, nothing to bring him back to his original path, or even to the ground.

Then, suddenly, there was.

A warm, gentle pressure and strange scaly texture against his palm brought him back to his senses. He looked down, and saw that Norbert had pressed his nose against his left hand. Charlie blinked, scarcely able to believe it.

He was touching a dragon. A real, live dragon.

By the time the thought had fully registered, Norbert had backed away from him.

“Thank you, Norbert,” said Charlie, his voice a hoarse whisper, “for everything.”

Norbert looked to the sky once more and took to it, flying off after the wild dragon and into the distance.

Charlie smiled as he watched Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback fly away from him, becoming smaller and smaller as he neared the horizon, where the mountains disappeared into the mist. Out of the mist the sky was lit up with every possible hue a sunrise could bring.

A new day had begun, and now Charlie was going to have to face that day all alone.

He felt happy for Norbert, but he felt sad for himself, too. And anxious, so very anxious. Most of all, though, he felt hopeful. For the second time that morning, he found himself wishing that Artemis had been there with him.

In spite of everything, Charlie laughed. Of course he wished that. He always did. At least he had finally learned the reason why.

And so, with a lingering warmth in the palm of his hand, the sound of dragonsong in his ears, and a heart that was both heavy and light, Charlie watched Norbert fly away from him, free at last.

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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As Time Went On

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Could I request a Tommy Shelby x reader where it shows your relationship throughout your whole life so like from being friends at a really young age until married in adulthood’

Warnings: mentions of war/violence/sex but nothing in detail. Also, drinking and smoking

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“Oi! You’re not allowed here. Girls aren’t allowed,”

You rolled your eyes, concentrating on scribbling the names of the horses your father had told you onto a bit of paper with a blunt pencil.

“Shut it, Shelby. Your Aunt Polly is a girl and she’s always here. Anyway, Dad doesn’t finish in the factory until after closing time and Mum’s too busy taking care of my brother, so shut the fuck up and let me put my bloody bet on,”

Polly smirked into her cup as she walked over to you both, trying not to laugh at the argument between the two seven year olds (although Tommy would constantly remind everyone that he was actually seven and a half). “Alright, Thomas. Go and help your brother, you know he’s bad at sums. You written those horses down for me , love?” She asked, and you handed her the piece of paper. While she checked over your wonky writing, tommy glared at you, sticking his tongue out at you as he walked away.

***

“What if he kicks me? Or throws me off? Or bites me?”

Tommy laughed slightly. “He won’t. Shadow’s a good horse. Even our Ada rides him sometimes. C’mon, I’ll help you up,” Although a little apprehensive, you accepted Tommy’s leg up as you got onto the horse, eyes widening as he shifted. “It’s alright. He’s just getting used to you,”

“I thought girls were meant to ride with their legs on one side,” you said after a while as Tommy began leading the horse slowly around his paddock.

“Only rich, posh girls who don’t know anything about horses,” tommy said. “Us? We know horses. This is how we do it,”

You nodded, smiling slightly as you looked down at tommy. You were both fourteen now, him nearing fifteen, and he seemed to have grown overnight. When you were younger, you had been a few inches taller than him, which came at a real advantage when you played chase (or a fun game called Run As Fast As You Can So Polly Doesn’t Wack Us With Her Wooden Spoon) but now, even with you atop the horse, you could see how much taller he was.

A little while later, he helped you down off Shadow, and he gulped, feeling the softness of your waist beneath your dress. He cleared his throat and together you led the horse back to the stables, stealing glances at one another when the other wasn’t looking.

***

“My dad will fucking kill me,” you said in a hushed voice, barely suppressing your tipsy giggles as you and Tommy sat by the Cut, hiding in the shadows of Charlie’s yard.

“He’s more likely to kill me,” Tommy grinned, taking a swig from the bottle before passing it to you. “Sixteen years old and here you are, out past midnight, getting you shitfaced, smoking. I really have led you astray,”

You grinned, gulping from the bottle and sloshing it down your front. Tommy shook his head fondly. “You’re such a fuckin’ lightweight, YN,” he said, and you laughed loudly. “Shhh shut the fuck up,” tommy said, his own laugh betraying him as he pressed his hand ovef your mouth. You stared at eachother for a moment as he slowly moved his hand and you leaned in close, pressing your lips against his.

“Oi! Who’s there?”

“Shit, Charlie’s coming, c’mon! Grab the fuckin’ whiskey, YN, for Christ’s sake!”

Tommy grabbed your hand and pulled you up and you ran off, laughing into the night.

***

He was different when he came back from France. They all were.

Tommy wouldn’t let go of you when he stepped off the train, his tears soaking into the shoulder of your coat. It was only when you promised you’d stay with him at the little house in Watery Lane that he pulled away, and you walked arm in arm together.

He proposed that night, and it was the first time you and the Shelby’s (save for Finn, who didn’t quite understand why his brothers were so sad all of a sudden) properly smiled in years.

***

The arrival of Grace Burgess to Small Heath caused quite the stir, but you and Polly saw right through her. She expected her singing to entrap tommy into spilling the Peaky secrets, but when you cornered her before opening time, she soon backed off. Whether it was the butterfly knife you rammed into the bar, the ice cold look you fixed her with, or your silver tongue, she knew it was more than her life’s worth to cross Polly Gray and YN Shelby.

You and Polly made a point of ordering Scotch whiskey whenever Grace was around- much to the brother’s amusement.

***

You were furious with Tommy for facing off with Billy Kimber, and even more so when Sabini got involved.

That didn’t stop you doting on him, making sure his bullet wound from Kimber was cleaned daily.

And Tommy definitely milked it, even after it began to scar.

“Ay, where’s my kiss to make it better, Mrs Shelby?” He’d ask with a cheeky glint in his eye that was only ever seen by you.

“You’re pushing your fucking luck, you,” you’d say.

But of course, you’d press a gentle kiss over the bandage, and another to his lips.

***

When Polly grasped onto your breast after a family meeting, all hell broke loose. Ada, with little Karl on her lap gave you a knowing look, while Arthur and John cheered loudly (“about time, Tom!”). Finn was confused as to why you were recieving an impromptu breast exam at the table, and Tommy... just stared at you with wide eyes.

“Am I...?”

“Is she...?” You said at the same time and Polly just nodded, returning to her seat and giving you both a smile.

You and Tommy left early, with John and Arthur shouting after you both to be careful, ready to wet the baby’s head even though it was barely more than a tiny speck at that moment in time.

***

“Thomas Michael Shelby I am never sleeping with you again you utter bastard! Ah!”

Tommy paced in the landing, your pained screams driving him mad. He had tried sitting at the table and smoking with brothers as you laboured, but he couldn’t bare to be so far away from you. Polly, Esme and Ada were keeping him busy, sending him for more hot water every now and then.

When the piercing sound of a baby crying filled the house, he slumped against the wall with relief as everyone downstairs cheered.

Polly peaked her head around the door, smiling warmly. “In you come then. Come and meet your little boy,”

Tommy felt his eyes well up as he stepped over the threshold to the rest of his life, smiling down at you as you looked up, looking utterly worn out, but with a smile bright enough to power the whole country, a tiny bundle in your arms.

Tommy say carefully on the edge of the bed, leaning a little closer.

“Come here, you silly git,” you said gently, letting him shuffle closer. He peaked over the blanket and felt his heart melt as he stared at the tiny, sleeping baby with a shock of dark hair.

“Our little boy, Tom,” you said gently.

“Yeah,” he said, staring at you both in awe. “Our little boy. My little family,”

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migilini · 4 years

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Could you please write one of those Tiktok "I tried to kiss my bestfriend / crush" challenge for either Charlie or Owen. Thanks!

Crushtok - Owen Patrick Joyner

A/N: Yes ofc I can! I never wrote for Owen so let me know what you think! I hope you like it :)

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: tiktok and noise (so none really)

Requests are open!

MASTERLIST

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The sun poked through curtains and you swore that you had heard birds the day before but it was loud, uncomfortably so. All you heard was the clacking of metal and the rattling of the machinery that the construction in front of Owens Appartement made. All the unpleasant noises woke you up in the early morning. Grumbling, you tried to block out the noise with a pillow pressed against your face.

"That's not gonna work sleepy beauty" a lower voice croaked, catching you completely off guard so you let out a quiet shriek. "Oweenn why do you have to scare me badly in the morning?" You whined and took the pillow away from your face.

He sat on the other side of the couch, just underneath your feet and looked absolutely tired. His blonde hair was standing up in every possible direction, his normally piercing blue eyes trying their best to stay open. By the way, he was looking at you with a little smirk on his lips, you figured that you didn't look any better.

"Because it's 6 am on a Saturday morning and I didn't want to suffer alone. So lucky you for visiting me this week!" Owen exclaimed and hit your leg in a joking manner.

"I've got thrown out by my landlord. I'm not here on my own terms..." this earned you a shocked gasp from the boy sitting in front of you. "And there I was, thinking this friendship meant something to you." You just rolled your eyes with a smirk.

"Do you want to come back to my bedroom? With some music playing it's much quieter than out here." Nodding tiredly, he held out a hand to help you stand up; you only noticed when you nuzzled into his bed that he didn't let go of your hand.

You woke up a couple of hours later, quiet pop music filled the darkroom and it was hot, your bare legs sticking to the duvet covers. You turned around and faced a back with broad shoulders that were just moments ago pressed against your back. Groaning, you stuck your legs out of the bed, the cold air cooling you down immediately. Owen stirred next to you and sat up slowly.

"Morning part 2." you chuckled and automatically pushed some of his hair out of his face.

"Mornin" he mumbled back.

"You were right it's much quieter in your room."

You stood up, stretching your limbs, before heading back into the living room where all your stuff was stored, quite impractically but it was stored.

You heard a shower running, that gave you the perfect time to change from your big shirt and little pants sleep attire to a more comfortable day outfit. After rummaging through your boxes, that you packed in a freezy, you choose some brown cotton pants with a white body and to top it off your favourite purple cardigan that Owen gifted you one Christmas. With some extra time, you put on your glasses and started to search for a new place to stay.

"So what do you wanna do today? I have nothing going on so..." you stopped listening as Owen walked into the living room shirtless. He wore some blue sweatpants that hung quite low on his hips, his chest still sparkling from the water.

You would have probably started to drool if he wouldn't have worn his hair in a towel bun.

You let out a laugh that made him stop in his tracks.

"What?" he stared at you intensely.

"Oh, nothing princess... nothing. We uh... could look at some apartments for me and just go for a drive?"

"Am I that bad of a roommate?" he said and plopped down next to you on the couch his arm resting on the top comfortably.

"No but I would really appreciate a place to store my stuff properly." you continued to scroll through places to stay.

"This one looks good." he pointed out and put his finger on the screen, you hadn't realised that he rested his arm just above your shoulders so it took you off guard when you suddenly felt his arm on your neck.

"Mhmm, but you cant look at it today... This one though has a viewing in the late afternoon."

"Then that's our plan for today."

"Y/N! Y/N!" Owen screamed loudly from the kitchen "Come here real quick."

With your phone still in one hand, you waddled over to your best friend. "What's the emergency?" you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Do this TikTok with me." he pleaded and looked at you with a slight pout, shoving his phone in your face. Your eyes scanned the screen and then you scoffed, "First of all since when are you on lesbian TikTok? And secondly, that's a bit... explicit... don't you think?"

"W- Our lips don't have to touch! I don't have anybody else to do it with! Y/N Come On!" he yelled after your figure who left the kitchen with a shaking head and hot cheeks.

Your thought didn't stop racing for the rest of the day. Did Owen want to kiss you? Or was he just so comfortable with your friendship that he really didn't care? You hated that you were a cliche, falling in love with your childhood best friend. Growing up you were always the one rolling your eyes at your parents who thought that you and Owen would make just such a cute couple but here you were, sitting on his couch, your heart beating in your chest and extremely conscious of his presence.

Little did you know that Owen felt the exact same. Over the years and especially puberty, he started to develop feelings for you. At first, he tried to deny them, telling himself that it's just that he's used to you being around but then he left to pursue his acting career and he missed you more than everything in the world. Not a single day went by when he didn't think of you or tried to call you. Ever since then, he tried to be close to you in one way or the other, he didn't care if it was just his leg touching yours or your body heat warming him up.

Due to the fact that you were both anxious people, neither of you ever made a move. He missed your longing stares and you missed the way he was checking you out every time he looked at you.

His friends finally talked some confidence into him and so he took little steps into what should eventually lead to him confessing his love for you. He started to flirt more with you, give you loads of compliments and asked you if you wanted to do some TikTok or lives with him.

Tapping on your shoulder made you look up from your phone, the TikTok you've been watching looping on your screen. Owen stood next to you, his phone pointed to you, a mischievous smirk prominent on his face and whipped cream can in his other hand.

"No." you tried to be serious but a chuckle escaped your lips. Owen turned the camera to him and sprayed some cream into his mouth then stared at you with squinted eyes, the whipped cream flowing out of his mouth.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds, your brain in overdrive, hands sweaty and heart beating rapidly. An idea washed over you and you tilted your head before leaning in close. Owen's eyes went wide and he nearly choked on the cream. But you weren't gonna kiss him seconds before your lips would have met, you halted. Then you slowly took the can of whipped cream out of his hand and sprayed it all over his head.

"You didn't!" he gasped with a full mouth while you laid on the floor, holding your stomach in laughter. Something wet hit your face that stopped you from laughing further. Owen had a massive grin on his face, one hand dripping slightly and his hair, less creamy.

"Be cautious Joyner" you warned standing up on your tiptoes to be as close to him as possible, your pointer finger pressing into his chest "I know where your bed sleeps."

You tried to back out of the situation, knowing damn well that it can easily get out of hand with you two and a whipped cream match would make a lot of mess. But Owen being the child he is, didn't back out, instead, he ripped the can out of your hand and sprayed it down your back.

The war ended peacefully. The cans of whipped cream, yes you found more cans, laying somewhere in the living room both of you covered from head to toe, breathing heavily. Owen held his hands up in surrender and looked up to your position on the coffee table.

"Ha! I win! Told you I didn't want to do the TikTok." you smiled triumphantly. "I say loser cleans this up." before Owen could protest you sprinted to the shower. Lucky for you he actually started to clean up when you walked out of the bathroom, dressed in comfortable sweats and one of Owens hoodie, your damp hair falling over your shoulders.

"Hey Y/N?" Owen asked somehow nervously. "Yes darling?" you answered with a bad British accent.

"Can you come here for a second?"

"Owen I'm not doing that TikTok with you, you just saw how that ended," you argued but made your way over to him. He stood in the middle of the room, his phone propped up on a shelf.

"You have something on your face." you chuckled and whipped away some dried leftovers from your previous war.

"Can you react to this song? I don't remember where I know it from" he asked, his voice shaking slightly. You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd behaviour just moments ago he was normal and now he acted very strangely.

"Sure." he pulled you in front of him, his hands resting on your shoulders.

'Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

I can't let you go now that I got it'

“Sounds like BORNS…” you whispered more to yourself than to him and continued to listen to the song “Are you sure you just haven't…” you turned around to face him.

Owen took this as his opportunity to cup your face with both of his hands, softly pressing his lips to yours.

Your breath hitched and it took you a second to realise what was happening. The confidence Owen had just moments ago vanished when you didn't kiss him back immediately. Why should you? You never gave a hint that you liked him like that as well.

Just as he was about to pull away and apologize profusely, you overcame your state of shock. Your arms grabbed his hips to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. You felt him smile against your lips. Your stomach erupted with butterflies, your whole body tingled and your cheeks felt hot.

He was the first one to pull away, resting his forehead on yours. Both breathing heavily, the filming camera was completely forgotten, you looked in each other's eyes.

“I wanted to do that for so long,” you admitted and unconsciously bit your lip. Owen gulped heavily, “Me too but, what the hell! I mean how crazy is that?!”

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Writer (part eight)

Warning - angst / kidnapping / character death

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"Y/n.... Y/n wake up..." A woman's voice dragged you from the darkness. You were in bed. Thomas's bed. A tight grip on your hand and something gentle stroking your face.

"A shot..."

"Yes. But you're fine."

"I got shot?"

"No y/n, the shock made you pass out."

"Tommy?"

"I'm here. I'm fine."

Your eyes opened to find it was his hand holding yours, and his other one stroking your face. You smiled at him and his smile in return made your heart jump.

"What happened? Is Charlie safe?"

"He's in his room with Finn playing with his train set.

"Thank god... Lucille..."

"Dead. She didn't know I was right behind her with a pistol at her neck," Polly smirked. The relief flooded through you. Pulling yourself up slowly, with Tommy's help, he sat next to you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Gave me quite a fright. I didn't see Polly either, I just heard the shot and you go down - " he held you tighter as you relaxed into his embrace.

"I thought you'd been shot... I was so scared!" The door to the room opened and little Charlie ran in, standing at the foot of the bed. The boy was the image of his mother, but with Tommy's piercing blue eyes.

"Charlie, I'd like you to meet someone very special," Tommy patted the space in front of him and the boy climbed up, sitting in front of you. You held out a hand and he took it gently.

"Charlie, my name is y/n. I'm so happy you're home and safe!"

"Daddy saved me," the three year old gave you a big grin making you smile.

"Yes he did. Can I come and see your train set Charlie? I used to love trains when I was little?"

"Yes!!" He pulled your arm to drag you out of bed and you dutifully complied, allowing the little boy to lead you to his room. Thomas chuckled watching you, warning Charlie to be careful with you as you were still delicate.

You sat playing trains with Charlie for most of the morning - making small villages with his toys.

You could see his eyes growing sleepy, and right on cue Tommy appeared with a cup of warm milk, scooping his drowsy son into his arms. Charlie drank the milk and settled on his Dad's shoulder, happily being rocked to sleep. Your heart melted watching them - the love Tommy had for this small boy so clear in his eyes as he held him close. Small kisses to the top of his head, humming an old Romani song you recognised from long ago when Polly would sing it to Finn as a baby. Within minutes, Charlie was asleep, and Tommy placed him gently in his bed with another kiss to his head. He kneeled next to him, stroking his face and whispering words you couldn't quite make out. You slowly tiptoed out of the room to give them a moment together, and headed down the stairs where Polly was fixing some lunch.

"Polly, where's Frances?" You asked.

"She.. she was in the house y/n, but we'd got there too late. She was already dead when we arrived, her heart gave out from the stress of it all. She wasn't involved. We put the husband through his own personal hell before we took his eyes, he told us she'd been forced to collect Charlie and take him to the hall. Her family had been threatened with torture if she hasn't. Poor woman had no choice."

"Oh Frances... Tommy must be devastated..."

"He's experienced more loss in his life than anyone should have, love. Which is why I have to say this... If you don't feel the same as he feels for you, you need to walk away now y/n. He can't handle another heartbreak, it'll kill him."

"Polly, the things I feel for that man can't be put into words.. he makes me feel alive. Like I'm walking on air when he's with me. I feel so free, and happy. Like I can take the world on as long as he's by my side. It feels comfortable, like being at home."

"Very similar to how he described you, actually," she smiled and gave you a hug. "About time you joined the family, although I was sure it would be John, not Thomas!"

"No, he only had eyes for Martha and I only had eyes for Jack. Until.."

"Everyone is allowed to move on Y/n. Jack wouldn't want you to be unhappy forever, would he?" You shook your head, swallowing back the tears. As much as you were falling in love with Tommy, there would always be a place in your heart for Jack.

The rest of the day was spent playing with Charlie. Tommy was reluctant at first, he didn't know what to do and was thinking about paperwork he needed to complete, but the way you and Charlie looked at him through puppy dog eyes had him beat. Charlie loved the new attention from his father, showing him all of his toys. You ended up in the garden that evening, taking a walk around the grounds and letting him explore.

"Thank you." Tommy smiled, his arm over your shoulder.

"For what?"

"For this. For showing me there's more to life than paperwork."

"Charlie just needs you. Not the toys or the fancy clothes, he needs his Dad."

"I guess I didn't know how - Grace always took care of this side of it. Then Frances.."

"I know - listen, my flatmate is looking for work. She's amazing with children. Why don't I talk to her, see if she'll come help with Charlie while you're working?"

"Can she be trusted?"

"She's marrying my brother, and I've known her since we were babies."

"Then yes." You smiled and turned to Charlie who was fascinated with the flowers.

"What do you think Charlie, can we run faster than Daddy?" You laughed, hoisting the boy onto your back and pointing to a tree the other side of the garden. Tommy smirked at you, taking his jacket off.

"Not a chance!" He laughed.

"Daddy old - too slow!" Charlie giggled behind you.

"Sounds like a challenge to me, boy," Tommy smirked before setting off in a sprint. You quickly ran as fast as you could, Charlie's laughter spurring you on.

"We win!!!" Charlie laughed as you easily reached the tree first, even with Tommy's cheating head start.

"It would appear your Dad is too old for this!" Tommy laughed, laying down to catch his breath. Charlie's hands reached for him, and you placed him on top of Tommy's chest. He quickly nuzzled into him, his eyes growing heavy. You watched the two of them for a few minutes, your heart felt like it would explode.

"Come on little man, let's get you to bed eh?" Tommy sat up gently, lifting his son into his arms. The three of you headed back to Arrow House.

Once Charlie was in bed asleep, he joined you in the sitting room. You already had the whiskey and two glasses ready.

"I hope you don't mind, I wasn't planning on going home?" You smiled, pouring two glasses.

"I thought you said you already were home?"

"You listening into my conversations Thomas?"

"Did you mean what you said?"

"Every word. Want me to show you exactly how much I meant it?"

He sat next to you on the sofa and shook his head.

"I'm going to show you how much I meant it when I told Polly the same thing. Brace yourself, y/n. You're in for a very long evening."

#tommy x fem!reader #tommy shelby x smut #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x smut #thomas shelby x you

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angstyaches · 3 years

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From 🍄 anon after I basically begged for angsty requests:

hello flick, if you want to write hunger with little to no comfort,,,,, consider this,,,, shayne,,,, not letting himself eat back when he still lived with madeline and watson,,, and not telling charlie,,, because he doesn’t want to worry him,,,,

This is closer to a whump fic than a hurt/comfort fic, so be warned. Also, just a reminder, these OCs are 19-20ish at the time. Shayne gets a little comfort, just not the right kind.

CW: emotional whump, disordered eating, low self-esteem, hunger with pain and affecting cognitive function, little/no comfort, psychological abuse.

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He woke for what seemed like the fiftieth time that night, groaning as he took in the appearance of his room. He sluggishly rolled over, frowning in the direction of the little clock that sat on top of his set of drawers.

5:35am. An acceptable time to give up on sleep.

He sat up slowly, trying to gauge how much he could move without making himself dizzy. He rubbed his eyes, the stray ends of sleep disappearing and leaving a stabbing pain in the pit of his stomach. He pressed a hand over the pain, frowning when he felt his stomach rumble under his palm.

Maybe that’s what had been keeping him from sleeping.

Are you hungry, Shayne?

A shiver ripped up his spine. He stood up, shaking his head to chase out the phantom voice; he couldn’t deal with the Madelyn in his head, especially not while she was also in the house with him.

He tried to remember what he’d eaten recently. He’d been shaky after school yesterday, and he’d tried to eat a cup of instant noodles, but he’d only managed a few mouthfuls before starting to feel nauseous, and the cup had ended up in the bin along with most of its contents. Before that, he’d had a granola bar for breakfast, and before that –

No, wait, the granola bar hadn’t been yesterday. It’d been the day before that. It was definitely that week, for sure…

He swallowed, wondering if he should have breakfast today. It was always a gamble; he never knew when Watson or Madelyn would expect him to work, and it was always much messier and more painful when he had food in his system.

Not to mention that food always came with a side helping of judgment in this house.

He took his time getting ready, though there was little to relish about the morning. He crossed the dark hallway to the bathroom, took his usual lukewarm shower and brushed his teeth, towel-dried his hair, put on the grey-and-navy uniform that would keep him relatively invisible for most of the day.

In this house, though, it was impossible to stay invisible.

Madelyn was in the hallway as he made his way downstairs with his backpack. His stomach dropped, her gaze making the hairs on his forearms prickle. He quickly tugged his sleeves down from his elbows to hide the goosebumps that sprung up.

“Morning, Mads.”

“Good morning,” she snapped, eyeing him up and down as he stood, silent, on the last step, gripping the handrail. She had piercing amber eyes and dark, silky hair that fell to her waist when loose. That morning, she’d twisted it into an elaborate structure at the nape of her neck.

Shayne shrugged his backpack a little higher on his shoulder. “Do… Do you need me for anything?”

She scoffed at that, eyes turning away from him. “If it were possible to prove yourself useful this morning, don’t you think I would have already informed you?”

He nodded. “Sure. Sorry.”

“Could you tell me what time you’ll be home after school today?”

Shayne swallowed, only hesitating for a second. “Five o’clock. As soon as the bus gets in…”

“You have no… plans?”

He shook his head. There was no way he’d let Charlie rope him into hanging out at the Mulberry house, not while he was feeling so weak and drained. Even worse, he’d probably be offered dinner if he showed up there.

At just the vague thought of food, his stomach shifted and let off a low growl. He quickly crossed his arms, shuffling his feet and clearing his throat at the same time. With her heightened senses, Madelyn surely heard it, but she didn’t react beyond narrowing her glare.

“Nothing?” she asked. “We’ve seen so little of you recently.”

Shayne shook his head and cleared his throat again. “Do you need me for something then?”

“Full of questions this morning, hmm?” Madelyn shook her head and took a step towards the kitchen. “Just be home when you say you’re going to be home. Otherwise, you know… I’ll have to send Watson out to find you again.”

A chill rolled down Shayne’s back as he watched her step out of his way. It was vague, but it was a threat, not just to him, but to Charlie and his parents. He bit into his cheek, hot streaks of anger flashing through his head and tightening the muscles in his chest.

Madelyn raised her eyebrows. She didn’t quite gesture towards the front door, but it felt like an instruction to leave. He stormed past her and out the front door, letting it slam behind himself in what instantly felt like the pettiest form of rebellion ever.

He spun around and lifted both his middle fingers towards the door; Madelyn had several supernatural abilities, but seeing through doors wasn’t one of them.

“Fuck you,” he mouthed silently, with enough force that he might as well have screamed it. He took several steps backwards before he turned to face the road, proceeding like a zombie beneath the rain-dampened trees.

His hands felt funny. He lifted them slightly and frowned when he found he couldn’t hold them steady. He crossed his arms over his chest and held himself, taking gulps of air into his lungs to try to calm himself.

But even when he managed to tame the fiery, hateful anger, he was still shaking. The centre of his stomach ached as waves of hunger weaved back and forth inside of him. As the rusted sign for the bus stop came into view, its edges seemed to blur, and the road tipped to the side.

Shayne freed one hand from under his own arm and pressed it to his mouth, wondering for a second if he was going to be sick. Instead, it was just a shallow burp that rolled up, churning his stomach and making it growl violently.

“Mm. Fuck,” he whispered to himself. He glanced down the empty road, checking that the bus wasn’t arriving just yet. He held a hand over his stomach, pushing against it and rubbing harshly, hoping to coax the growls out before he was surrounded by other students. He realised he’d forgotten to fill his water bottle before leaving the house, so he couldn’t even get some liquid into his stomach to shut it up. He’d need to remember to go to the water fountain before his first class.

As the bus crested the hill, he shoved his hands in his pockets, staring down at the ground. He always wondered what he looked like to the students looking out the bus windows. He’d never figured out how to hold himself in a way that seemed natural.

The bus driver didn’t even bother to look at him, which was normal. Shayne glared at a first-year student who was staring at him while whispering something to his friend. He was used to hearing himself being talked about, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed it. He already hated that he took up physical space; he could barely stand the idea that he also took up residence in people’s minds.

He walked until he reached the seat where Charlie was sitting, staring down at some loose sheets covered in notes while wearing in-ear headphones. He looked up after a few seconds, breaking into an easy smile.

Fuck. That smile. It usually pissed him off so much that he would just look away whenever it popped up on Charlie’s face, but for some reason, Shayne found it hard not to stare this morning.

“You want to sit?” Charlie asked, pulling out his headphones.

Shayne swallowed, unable to bring himself to nod. Charlie’s backpack was in the seat next to him. It would need to be moved if he was going to sit down.

You take up so much fucking space –

Without even waiting for an answer, Charlie pulled the backpack towards himself, propping it on his lap.

The hollow space inside of Shayne throbbed, ached.

You're like a black hole.

"Go ahead," Charlie urged him, nodding to the free seat.

Shayne swayed a bit, though he could pass it off as though the motion of the bus had caused it. He held in a groan and sat down next to Charlie. He shoved his backpack down between his feet. He was tempted to just let his head rest against the back of the seat in front of him. The bus had only been in motion for a few minutes, but he was already light-headed again.

A flutter of panic hit his chest as he realised Charlie had said something else, and he’d missed it.

“What?” he asked, slumping back in his seat.

“I said, ‘how are you?’” Charlie shrugged, still wearing that smile. “You okay?”

Shayne nodded briskly, glad that Charlie provided him with an adjective that he could lie and agree to. It saved him having to fabricate a lie himself.

“You?” he asked, feeling secure in the knowledge that anyone – including Charlie – could easily be distracted if they were coaxed into talking about themselves.

“Yeah, I’m…” Charlie sighed, glancing at his notes. “I’m half-dead this morning. Just hoping my coffee kicks in before second class, for the history test.”

As a fun kick to the ribs when he was already down, Shayne had forgotten about the test. He’d also likely forgotten every word of their history textbook. His found it hard to concentrate these days, and everything that passed in front of his face seemed to dissolve somewhere between his eyeballs and his brain.

“Hey, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

Fuck. Charlie had wasted no time in swinging the focus back towards Shayne.

Shayne felt his heart start to pound, cold sweat breaking out on the back of his neck. He hated this. He wished he’d found somewhere else to sit. He missed the days when nobody gave a shit, nobody asked him questions like how he was or if he was feeling okay. He’d blacked out in art class the previous term, and nobody had even noticed; they’d all just assumed he’d put his head down to go to sleep.

And yet, Charlie… Charlie saw him.

He wondered what would happen if he told him the truth. If he said that he was scared and ashamed to eat anything, that he was so hungry his stomach hurt, that this was still so much better than the alternatives...

Shayne glared at the back of the seat in front of him, hating himself for even considering burdening Charlie with all of that. Charlie was staring, still waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t exactly look worried yet. One advantage of being a miserable bastard was that Shayne didn’t have to put up an exhausting, cheerful façade.

“Kind of tired,” he said finally.

“Okay." Charlie frowned. "Well, I’m going to read over my notes a few more times, but if you’re really tired, I’ve been told my shoulder makes a good pillow.”

Shayne blinked with genuine incomprehension. The words didn’t stick in his brain long enough for him to dissect them; all he could really focus on was trying to breathe in time with the hunger pangs fluctuating in his stomach. He could usually keep it relatively quiet that way, but being this close to Charlie was making him even more anxious than usual.

“What?” he mumbled.

Charlie’s eyelashes fluttered as he broke into another smile, his gaze flicking away from Shayne’s. “Um, you can sleep on my shoulder, if you want.”

Shayne scoffed under his breath.

“Or don’t,” Charlie laughed, turning his attention towards his notes. “Whatever.”

Shayne’s gaze wandered towards the paper in Charlie’s hands, skimming over the headings that he’d jotted down in his annoyingly pretty handwriting. The topics sounded vaguely familiar, like he remembered them from a movie he hadn’t watched since he was a toddler. Like he’d last heard them from the other side of a thick veil.

His stomach pinched, and he realised he was hugging his waist again in an attempt to ease the pain and muffle any unwanted noise. He swallowed harshly, glancing from Charlie’s notes to Charlie’s shoulder and remembering his offer.

It was so silly. And yet Shayne wriggled a little closer.

The fabric of Charlie’s jacket was cool, unpleasantly so, against his cheek at first, but he quickly got over it. His head instantly felt better, supported by something solid instead of trying to follow the turns of the bus. Shayne inhaled deeply as his stomach squeezed and his shoulders tensed against the pain. A low grumble began to surface, soft enough that he covered it up with a sigh.

“I know I sound like a broken record,” Charlie said, startling Shayne a bit, since he’d thought he’d gone back to revising. “But… you can tell me if something’s wrong.”

“I’m fine,” Shayne said. The words felt like shards in his throat. He didn’t know – wouldn’t realise for a while yet – why it was getting more and more difficult to bring himself to lie to Charlie.

Charlie nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Shayne closed his eyes and continued taking deep, delicate breaths.

#hunger #whump #angst #hunger fic #whump fic #hunger mention #starvation mention #StW Shayne #hurt no comfort #no comfort #hunger writing

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theresthesnitch · 3 years

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As long as you love me

A/N: Another entry for @harryandginuary Bingo.

This is definitely not what this prompt was trying to get us to write, but I started typing and... Well, you'll see. I'm also dying to hear your thoughts on this, so leave me a comment, send me a message, write an angry post.

Read it (and comment and kudos!) here on AO3

Prompt: O 68. You invited me to your brother’s/sister’s wedding as a plus one because we’re hella best friends but we end up making out at the afterparty and now everyone thinks we’re together so ...you want to go out for a drink sometime? Try this whole couple thing out?

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“Harry, would you like to dance?”

Harry looked up at Ginny from his reclined position in the chair next to her brothers, and she saw the shadow of pain cross his face before he broke out in a bright smile again. She didn’t think George or Charlie noticed, even sitting a few feet away from him. He was a much better actor than she had expected him to be, all things considered.

Harry took her hand, and she turned and led him out onto the dance floor. Facing him, Ginny placed her hand on his shoulder, and, still clutching her other hand, Harry hesitantly touched her waist. As they started to move together, Ginny thought that her family and all the guests around them would only see what they wanted - the two of them so in love and dancing the night away. Ginny ducked her head and closed her eyes, avoiding seeing the smile on her mother’s face or the whispers that passed between Angelina and Fleur. It was too hard when her heart lay broken in her chest.

What they did not know, could not know, was that this was the first time she had been close to Harry in nearly two months.

“It’s a wonderful wedding,” she said, trying to do something to break the tension between them. “Hermione’s dress is just beautiful.”

“It is. She’s always been beautiful.” It didn’t sound like Harry was talking about Hermione at that moment. His voice was hard, though when she looked at his face, there was no trace of it. He wore the mask well.

“They seem really happy.” Her voice was quiet now, the questions and the uncertainty that still lingered between them seeping into her words.

They were quiet for a long time, moving slowly, smiles plastered on their faces to keep up the charade. The last two months hung between them, the proverbial hippogriff in the room. Two months since they had broken up, torn apart by competing work schedules that kept them from seeing each other more than a night every few weeks. Neither one of them had fallen out of love, but neither wanted to commit to a relationship where they were more alone than they were together.

They had decided to keep it a secret for now, so close to Ron and Hermione’s wedding that it seemed unfair to spoil the mood. Perhaps it was just further proof of how much it wasn’t working between them that no one had even noticed. Not seeing each other in those two months, dodging questions when pressed by family, had been easier than the last several months of their relationship.

Even still, Ginny’s heart yearned to pull Harry closer, kiss him and claim him again. She loved him - she had always loved him and loved him still. It was intrinsically unfair that, after all they had been through during the war and since, they couldn’t make it work. Love simply wasn’t enough.

“I’ve been asked three times tonight when I’m going to propose to you.” Harry’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “It probably would be more, except Bill and Charlie were there when George sprung it on me.”

Ginny swallowed hard past a lump in her throat. “What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Harry responded with a sad lift to his voice. “I winked and smiled in what I hope was a mysterious and misleading way.”

“I’m sure it was fine. No one seems to realize.” She swallowed again, and looked away over Harry’s shoulder, where she caught the watery look on her mother’s face as she watched the two of them dance. “While we were all getting ready, mum and Hermione kept making sly comments about what my dress would look like and how my hair would look on my wedding day. I kept trying to refocus on Hermione and her dress, but Hermione said it helped distract her from her nerves.”

“We have to tell them. We can’t keep hiding this.”

“I know.” Ginny laid her head on Harry’s shoulder, hoping the gesture looked intimate rather than as desperate as she felt. “But not tonight.”

“Not tonight,” Harry agreed. His hand slipped from the spot it held lightly on her waist around to the small of her back, and he drew her in closer to him. She did not pull away.

They continued dancing, even after the song ended. A new song started up and neither one of them made any move to break apart. The slow swaying and the close press of their bodies allowed Ginny to almost forget the deep pit of sadness inside her belly.

It was hard, when your reasons to be apart were not that you wanted to be but that you simply could not be otherwise. They avoided breaking things off for months, in spite of the fact that they both saw the problem, but there just hadn’t been time for them to really connect. Either Ginny was traveling with the Harpies or Harry was squirreled away with the Aurors hunting some leftover Death Eater faction. They so often couldn’t even write letters because an owl would give away Harry’s position.

Eventually, they were getting updates on each other from the rest of the Weasleys on their forever alternating weekends back home, or little messages left in their kitchen, and they would go weeks without seeing each other in more than passing. It was not conducive to a healthy relationship, as much as they both wanted it to work.

There was no massive fight. They didn’t hurl hateful comments at each other. They didn’t shout or yell or scream. There was only the final vocalizations that this wasn’t working anymore, and the quiet negotiation of how to split their shared lives. They agreed to keep it quiet until after the wedding, and Ginny decided to stay at her room in Harpies’ headquarters until then. In the space of a twenty minute conversation, they were done.

Ginny chanced a glance up to Harry, and found him intently looking back at her. His green eyes were shimmering, and though he looked happy and at peace, she knew him too well to miss the storm behind his eyes. She reached up and placed a hand on his face, cupping his jaw and running her finger over his cheek. He leaned into her hand slightly, closing his eyes and accepting the small touch. Without thinking, she stretched up on her toes and placed her lips on his in a soft, chaste kiss.

A heartbeat after their lips met, she felt Harry freeze against her, and she realized what she had done. They may have put on a brave and loving facade for her family, but they had a silent agreement against such intimate gestures. It was too hard, and too easy, to slip up.

She started to pull away, already crafting an excuse or an apology in her head, when Harry began moving again and kissed her back. He moved quickly, with a heat to his kiss that Ginny recognized and met in kind. It was quickly becoming the kind of kiss that would no longer be appropriate in public - on the dance floor, in front of her family - but Ginny didn’t care. Harry was kissing her again, and she was kissing him in return. It didn’t even matter that they had broken up -

Ginny broke the kiss suddenly. They had broken up. They didn’t get to kiss like this anymore. They didn’t get to kiss anymore.

“Sorry,” she muttered, pressing her face to his shoulder. Harry didn’t respond.

They danced the rest of the song, and when it ended, Harry stepped away, gave her a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She watched him walk to the edge of the dance floor, clapping Ron on the back and throwing a smile at Hermione as he walked by the spot they were dancing. It was lucky that they were so wrapped up in one another, Ginny thought, because there was no way otherwise that Hermione would miss the look on Harry’s face. He slipped out the door of the marquee and disappeared into the night.

Ginny wandered over by the drink table, grabbing another as she casually circumnavigated her way around the room and out the same door Harry just left through. She didn’t see him immediately outside, but followed part instinct and part inane understanding of Harry toward the makeshift quidditch pitch. As she walked through the row of trees, she found him pacing furiously back and forth. He glanced up when she walked in, but did not slow his steps. She leaned back against a tree, waiting for him to speak.

“You can’t kiss me.”

She sighed. “I know.”

“I mean it. We aren’t together anymore, and that means that you don’t get to kiss me.”

“I know, Harry.”

“Do you? Because we just kissed in front of your whole family, and we’re about to go tell them that we are over, and you’ve got a lot of angry brothers that are going to hold that kiss against me.”

“I’ll tell them that it was me.”

“It won’t matter.” Harry was still pacing, speaking as fast as his feet were moving. “It won’t matter because I kissed you and they’re all going to wonder why we were kissing like that if we aren’t together. They would be right, too, because why are we broken up when kissing you feels like that? I thought I knew, but then you kissed me, and Ginny, I don’t know which way is up anymore.”

Suddenly, he was standing in front of her, his feet staggered between hers, their legs pressed together, and his hands were on either side of her face, tangled in her hair, drawing her up until her lips were a breath away from his. His piercing green eyes were fixed on hers, and she couldn’t look away.

He spoke softly now, so quiet that she stilled her breathing to hear him even though he was only a bit away. “I know that we broke up, and we are here just as friends and to keep this farce up for your family, but then you kissed me like that and…” He trailed off, and his eyes flicked down to her lips again. “Tell me why we can’t try again. We can make a go of this again. We can try harder. We can do it.”

“Harry,” she breathed out his name on a sigh, and wrapped her hands around his wrists. “It’s not that I don’t love you or don’t want to do this. But we tried, and it didn’t work. That kiss in there doesn’t change the fact that our schedules don’t work. We never see each other, and I can’t be in a relationship with only the memory of you.”

Harry’s eyes closed, as though not seeing her would stop her argument from being true. “Then we make a change.”

“What change, Harry?” she asked. “Am I supposed to quit being a Harpy? Are you going to quit being an Auror? We’ve chosen these paths, or they’ve chosen us, and they just don’t work together.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Maybe you will what?”

“Quit. I could quit.”

“Harry…”

“No, really, I could. I don’t need the money. I don’t need to do this job. I put in my time hunting Voldemort. I could quit.”

She pulled his hands from her face, and kissed the inside of his wrists before dropping their hands between them. “You don’t want to do that.”

“Maybe I do.”

“No, Harry, and I wouldn’t let you.” Ginny looked up into his eyes again. “You love what you do. You wouldn’t be happy if you quit, and I don’t want to be the reason you aren’t happy.”

“You are the reason right now.”

Ginny closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to his. “I know, but it will get better. I can’t let you change who you are for me.”

“Even if I want to?”

“If I did, you would regret it. Maybe not immediately, but you would resent me, eventually.”

He didn’t respond. For a moment, they stood together, heads pressed together and hands linked between them. It felt like goodbye, though neither one of them dared say it. If they didn’t say it, there was still a chance, a hope, that maybe it wasn’t goodbye forever.

Ginny felt herself pull away, and before she could see whatever silent message his eyes were sending her way, she turned around and walked away.

#harry and ginuary bingo #ginuary bingo #harry potter #ginny weasley #but make it angsty #hinny #hinny angst #maybe a part 2 if there is any interest #or the right prompt appears #snitchwrites

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years

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Hero Complex | Owen Patrick Joyner

Requested by anonymous: Hi!! Can you do one where the reader is Jeremys little sister and she comes to set and hits it off with Owen and they start to hang out a lot and Jeremy gets really protective of her

A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for!

Pairing: Owen Patrick Joyner x Little Shada!Reader, Jeremy Shada x Little Sister!Reader

Warnings: fluff, big fight, anxiety

Words: 7,084

Reader’s POV

Jeremy and I have been the best of friends ever since the day I was born. He might be my older brother, but I’ve always considered him more like my best friend. We used to play games together when we were younger where I’d pretend to be a princess and he was the knight protecting my castle from dragons and dangerous monsters. Or, when we were in a swimming pool, I’d pretend to be a mermaid and he was my dolphin. We played so many pretend games, I’d lost track of most of them. When we got older and made a lot of new friends, we still tried to take at least one night in the week where we’d spend time together, whether it was watching movies together or jamming or just chatting about absolute nonsense or going out together. I even got to be his best (wo)man when he married Carolynn about a month ago, and we’ve been calling each other non-stop since he started this new project of his with Netflix called Julie and The Phantoms. I helped him prepare for his audition and was equally as excited as he was when he got it. This role was written for him. Though, when bootcamp and filming started, it did mean I’d have to miss him for a very long time since he was all the way in Vancouver for months on end. So, now I’ve come up with the idea to go and visit him and Carolynn in Canada. I’d called Carolynn to help me out and surprise him. She picked me up from the airport just a few minutes ago, and as we’re catching up in the car, I can’t help but feel giddy at seeing my brother again. It feels ages since I’ve last seen him at his wedding. That’s also when I saw the rest of the cast last. Jeremy had introduced me to the ones that were at the party, and I loved hanging out with them. It felt like being introduced to one big family that quickly became part of my own family. That was one fun night, but that’s all it was. One night of spending time with all these people and then never hearing or seeing them again. To be fair, they were all really busy with rehearsals and filming and everything. “Are you ready?” Carolynn asks when we’re at the door of their Vancouver apartment. “Yes!” I reply in a hushed voice, just to make sure Jeremy doesn’t hear me. Carolynn unlocks the door and walks in first, I follow suit. My eyes dart around quickly to take in as much as possible before the two of us turn a corner to the living room here Jeremy’s on the couch, watching something on the tv. “What’re you watching, bro?” His head snaps up at the sound of my voice, his eyes widening as he takes in my presence. “No way!” he exclaims as he gets up quickly and rushes over to me, taking me in his arms in a bone-crushing hug. “I can’t believe you’re here!” he mumbles in my ear as he twirls me around. “I wanted to surprise you,” I tell him as he puts me down again, taking my hands in his instead. “I don’t go back to college until like next week, so I figured, why not?” I’m overexplaining again, I know it. Jeremy doesn’t care how I’m here, he just cares that I’m here. “You wanna come to Set with me today?” he asks with this sparkle in his eyes he only gets when he’s really excited about something. “I’m sure the others would love to see you again!” I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips as I think about how much fun they all were at the wedding. There’s no denying that I’d love to see them again too. So, I nod my head eagerly, earning an excited squeal from the boy in front of me. “The driver will be here in half an hour, you need some time to freshen up after your flight?” “Yes, please!” Carolynn guides me to the bathroom where she puts out a pair of towels for me. I shoot her a thankful smile and when she’s out of the bathroom, I get into the shower. Once I’m all dressed and ready to go, the driver is already in front of the building. “Hey, Darren,” Jeremy greets as he gets in. “My little sister’s coming with me today.” He buckles himself into the seat as I do the same. “Hi, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” I say to the driver. He gives me a kind smile through the rearview mirror, letting out a small ‘hi’. He must not be very talkative. “What scenes are you filming today?” I ask my brother instead whilst the driver heads down to the next stop. “I think there’s a gig scene we’re filming today,” he answers, and the car comes to a standstill. “We’ve got about ten more minutes before Charlie and Owen head down. You want some coffee?” My eyes bulge out of their sockets at the thought of caffeine alone. I’ve been up for so long, I could use a good shot of wakeup-juice. “Guess that’s a yes. Let’s go!” he lets out a chuckle before getting out of the car with me in tow. “Do I need to remember anything I can or can’t do on set?” I ask the only thought that’s been haunting my mind since coming up with this idea. I knew he was going to have to work, and I also knew he would want to bring me to set. As a newbie to this entire world of filming a show, I worried I would be in the way or say the wrong things or break something. I knew I needed some pointers from my best friend to calm me down. “Just try not to trip over anything, Clumsy,” he simply answers before turning to the barista. This coffee shop seems really quiet at this time of the day, there are no customers at the counter. Just a few at the tables, most of them with their laptops open. “A large coffee with two extra espresso shots, and a medium black coffee to go, please,” he tells the man behind the counter. “Can I get your names, please?” he asks with the pen in hand. “You can write Shada on both of them,” Jeremy answers. The man nods his head curtly before scribbling down the name on both cups. He pays the barista and then moves to the end of the counter, pulling me along. “Filming with Kenny Ortega is really chill, Lil’ One, no need to worry,” he reassures me, taking me into a side-way hug, planting a kiss to my hair. “I’m just really nervous to be on a set, does that sound ridiculous?” I ask, twisting the bracelet around my wrist. It’s the one I got from Jeremy and Carolynn for Christmas last year. “No, I think that’s pretty normal. I ought to bring you to set more often, get you used to it all.” “Yeah,” I agree in a hushed voice, going over every possible situation that could go wrong. My train of thought is interrupted by the barista calling out our last name, sliding the two cups over at us. I grab the large cup whilst Jeremy takes his, and exit the joint to head back to the car. “Oh, seems like we’re right on time,” he points out, waving at two boys near the car. The brunette I know as Charlie, waves back before hopping into the front seat next to Darren. The blonde guy, better known as Owen, doesn’t get in yet, and instead waits for us to reach the car. He holds the door open for me, letting me get in first before hopping in himself. Jeremy jogs to the other side, getting in there. Now I’m squeezed between the two boys, clutching my coffee as if my life depends on it. “It’s good to see you again, lil’ Shada,” Charlie says, turning to face us. I giggle at the nickname. They’d called me that at the wedding. The entire night. “Surprising your big brother?” I nod my head in response. “Yeah, I didn’t have anything better to do, so… Came to annoy my brother and his buddies at work.” This makes all three boys laugh, which, not going to lie, makes me feel ten times more at ease. I thought seeing the boys again would be awkward. It’s anything but that. They make me feel so relaxed, and as though I’m a part of their group. Once we’re at the set, Jeremy introduces me to most of the crew and the rest of the cast, but especially Kenny Ortega. “Oh, look at that! Lil’ Shada’s here!” he says, opening his arms for a hug, which I gladly give him. I did meet him at the wedding, but it was so brief, I didn't think he’d remember me. “Hi, Kenny!” I greet excitedly and then let go of him. “You don’t mind if I hang around the set the next couple of days, right?” He inspects me from head to toe, eyebrows raised, and I can’t help the anxiety that’s welling up inside of me. I knew I shouldn’t have come over, I knew this was a bad idea. Kenny doesn’t want me here. I’m just going to be in the way of his mastermind working its magic on this show. I’m going to be a distraction for the actors, especially Jeremy. “Of course I don’t mind, Lil’ Shada! Jeremy's family is my family!” The pressures and intrusive thoughts wash away immediately. Those are the words I needed to hear. I sometimes think I need too much affirmation and confirmation, that other people get annoyed. My therapist told me that’s just my anxious brain speaking. He said if I want confirmation, I need to ask for it. Jeremy has been a great sport in my mental health journey from the very beginning. He took me to my sessions, did the exercises my therapist gave me with me. He’s always making sure I’m okay and gives me the confirmation I need whenever he feels I need it. Which is always at the right moment. “See, Lil’ One? Told you it would be okay!” I shoot both the men a thankful and relieved smile. Kenny places a hand on my shoulder as he passes me, leaving Jeremy and me all by ourselves. “You wanna go to makeup and wardrobe with me?” he asks, to which I nod. He then grabs my hand and leads me to the destined trailer. The second I step inside, I hear an ear-piercing screech coming from one of the chairs, and before I know it, I’m engulfed in a group hug by two pairs of arms. The sweet floral scent entering my nose tells me who it is without having to look at them. Savannah Lee May and Victoria Caro. “Hi, girlies,” I giggle, hugging them back equally as tight. The two let go of me, keeping me at arms length to inspect my entire being. Their make-up is only half done, Savannah’s hair is curled to perfection whilst Tori’s is put up in curlers. “I can’t believe you’re here, Lil’ Shada!” Savannah says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “We were just talking about you last night,” she points at Tori, who nods vigorously. “Yeah! We were wondering when we’d see you again because we missed you after your brother’s wedding!” the smaller girl explains. My heart melts at the idea of these two girls caring so much about me, they’re wondering when they’d see me again. “Aw, you guys! I missed you too!” I pout, trying my hardest not to start crying from happiness. “Hey! What about us?!” Owen’s voice sounds from the back of the trailer. I turn around to find him in the last chair, getting his hair done. “I missed you too, Owen, but I already saw you earlier!” I tell him whilst making my way to Madison and Jadah in the other chairs. I hug them each from behind, making sure not to ruin their neatly-done hair. “Yeah! But you didn’t say you missed us!” he exclaims. His bottom lip sticks out in a pout. Shaking my head, I make my way towards him and place my hands on his shoulders as I stand behind him. “I thought that was a given,” I whisper in his ear and then turn again to find Sacha and my brother near the doorway. The latter is looking at me with happiness emanating from his eyes. “Hey, Sacha!” I offer the boy a wave, which he returns with a smile. A busy-looking woman squeezes past me towards Owen, so I take a step back to give her more room. I watch her as she plays around with his hair, using spritzes of hairspray to keep it in place. I always loved doing other people’s hair when I was younger. I braided all of my cousins’ hair or used curlers on them whilst playing ‘hair-dresser’. My love for hairdressing went out the door as I got older and more anxious, but seeing this woman play around with Owen’s hair so determinedly, it reawakens the desire and enthusiasm. “This is Teresa,” Owen says when he catches me staring at his head and Teresa’s fingers. “She’s a magician when it comes to hair.” Teresa shoots me a kind smile through the mirror, which I nervously return. They caught me staring, that must’ve been a weird -- and kind of creepy, let’s be honest -- sight. “Y/N used to dream about becoming a hairdresser,” Jeremy informs them when he’s taken a seat in one of the chairs too. As both Teresa and Owen look at me with surprise in their eyes, I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. “You wanna give it a try?” Teresa asks, stepping aside from Owen. I open my mouth in pure horror, not knowing what to tell her. There’s no way I could ever do what Teresa’s doing. What if I mess it up entirely? What if I ruin all the work Teresa has put into his hair? What if I ruin Owen’s hair? “There’s not much you can do wrong with Owen’s hair. It pretty much just does what you ask,” Teresa tries to reassure me after probably seeing the absolute horror in my face. I glance at Owen in the mirror. He gives me an encouraging nod. “Okay…” I mumble and step up to his chair. “How do you need his hair?” I ask Teresa. Owen’s character Alex probably has a specific way to how he wears his hair. He’s a ghost from the 90’s, I’m sure it’s a little different from his usual hairstyle. “Leonardo DiCaprio from Titanic,” Teresa simply replies, which is enough for me to know. I nervously raise my fingers to Owen’s head, suddenly anxious about the fact that I’m going to be touching this attractive man’s hair. My eyes dart over to his reflection in the mirror, our eyes locking. He licks his lips before they curl up into a smile that gives me enough encouragement to just go for it. I play around with it a little and grab a comb to guide me before asking the hairspray. Teresa hands me the bottle and I spritz some more of the product onto his blonde locks. Though Teresa has already done the works, pretty much, I’m just left with the finishing touches. It takes me about five minutes to get it in perfect shape. “You can tell you’ve had years of practice,” Teresa says, impressed at my work. “I mean, you pretty much did the gist, I just… finished it…” I trail off shyly. I avert my eyes from Teresa to Owen, who’s checking himself out in the mirror. “No offense, T,” he starts, turning to Teresa, “But I think someone’s coming for your job.” I’m frozen to the floor from the compliments that I don’t even move when Owen gets up from his chair and turns around. Suddenly, he’s mere inches away from me and all I can do is crane my neck to look up at him. A vibe I never felt around him when I first met him surrounds us now, resting down on us like a blanket. I don’t know why this is happening or how, but all I can see for a good minute is Owen and his tender smile. Until he places his hands on my waist, picks me up, and puts me down again a feet further. “I gotta go,” he says with a smile, “See you around, Lil’ Shada.” He boops my nose. The sudden movement startles me a little. I watch him walk out of the trailer before I come back from my daze and find everyone else in the trailer looking at me. “What?!” I ask, confused at why I’m being stared at. “What was that about?” Jadah asks, chuckling as she turns to face me. “What was what?” I ask again, seriously unaware what had just happened. “You, pretty much drowning in Owen’s eyes,” Madison reminds me. The thought of Owen’s eyes looking into mine just minutes ago warms me up from the inside out. Especially the nose-boop. “What?! No, I wasn’t,” I deny, but I don’t think I can hide it from either of these people. Thank God Jeremy had left before Owen. He would not have liked that. Jeremy is an amazing brother, but he can get a little overprotective when it comes to love-interests. “I’m gonna go…” I cough awkwardly, trying to come up with a good excuse, “Find my brother…” That feeling I had in that trailer doesn’t subside for the rest of the day. Sometimes I think it does, and then Owen looks my way or sends me a wink from the other side of the room and I’m back to feeling absolutely and utterly mushy. “Hey, you wanna go get lunch with us, Lil’ One?” Jeremy asks around noon when they’re done filming the scene. I take a look behind him, Owen and Charlie standing there, awaiting my answer. I lock eyes with Owen again, and he offers me a beautiful smile that persuades me. “Yeah, sure,” I reply and link my arm with Jeremy’s. The two other boys fall into step with us, Owen on my left, Charlie on Jeremy’s right. “Where are the others?” I ask. Not that I don’t like the idea of having lunch with these three boys. I just really like hanging out with the others too. “They had to start filming another scene, they had lunch earlier,” Jeremy informs me as we enter the restaurant on the other side of the street from the lot. Owen takes a seat next to me while Jeremy and Charlie sit down on the opposite side of the table. “So, Lil’ Shada,” Charlie starts after we’ve ordered our food and drinks. “I heard you did Owen’s hair this morning…” I am taken aback by his subject of choice, especially since he makes it sound so teasing. My eyes dart from my brother to Charlie and back, unsure of what to say. Owen jumps to the rescue then, feeling me tense up beside him. “Yeah, she did a wonderful job! Her fingers are kinda like magic.” I look up at him, earning a smile from him in return. “Yeah, well, what can I say? It’s a talent,” I flip my hair over my shoulder confidently, though in my mind I’m wondering where all this confidence comes from. Even Jeremy is a little surprised by it whilst the other boys just laugh. “Maybe you should ask Kenny to start next week,” Charlie suggests with an excited grin. “Yeah! Then you could stay with us longer!” Owen’s enthusiasm dazzles me even more so than the words that come out of his mouth. He wants me to stay longer… “I still have to get through college, you guys. I can’t just quit?” I’m catapulted back into reality as those words roll off my mouth. “Do you know how much college costs?!” Owen and Charlie share a glance, wondering if either one of them knows. “I’m an actor, Lil’ Shada, so no…” Owen whispers in my ear without breaking eye contact with his buddy on the other side of the table. I let out a laugh, shaking my head in amusement. “How long are you staying?” Charlie then asks, his eyes flickering from me to Owen and back. “A week. I start college again next Monday,” I reply when the waitress finally brings us our food. “Thank you,” I say to her with a smile, the others doing the same. “So, you’re just gonna stay a week?” Owen queries before taking a bite from his lunch. “Yep… Going home on Sunday,” I answer. The disappointment in his face is prominent. “But I might come back soon if Jeremy will let me.” My eyes dart over to my brother, who hasn’t said much since we sat down. “Can’t really say no to Lil’ Shada, can I?” My lips curl up in thankfulness. “Besides, I think the rest of the cast would hate my ass if I took you away from them.” His eyes flick towards Owen for a split second. He has caught on to the vibe Owen and I have been giving off towards each other. Maybe it’s not just in my mind. “That’s very true,” Owen agrees, his mouth full of food. I turn my head to look at him, eyebrows raised at his immature way of eating his food. My eyes then fall on his chin, which has a little dressing seeping down it. I raise my hand and swipe my finger across his skin, taking the sauce away. He freezes at that moment, halting mid-chew. “Dressing,” I show him before licking it off my thumb. He swallows harshly and when I look back at the boys on the other side of the table, they’re staring at me too with wide eyes. “Someone ought to get this dude a bib,” I joke, trying to take the tension away. Charlie lets out a laugh, nodding his head agreeingly before turning back to his food. My brother, however, just raises his eyebrows at me. He doesn’t love the idea of his little sister being intimate with anyone. Especially not one of his best buddies. I can’t help it though. I’m a twenty-one year old woman, I have feelings. I have hormones. Jeremy’s overprotectiveness isn’t going to take away the fun from this week. I’m not going to let it.

And I don’t. I spend the entire week on set, either hanging out with some of the girls or with my brother and the other boys. Teresa lets me help out in the mornings with the cast’s hair, teaching me some new tips and tricks. If anything, it just brings me closer to the cast, which is a nice bonus. Mainly because it also brings me closer to Owen. The connection we created during my time in Vancouver has only grown from that first day. Whenever Jeremy’s not around or he can’t hear it, the two of us harmlessly flirt with one another and, whenever he doesn’t have a scene to shoot, we hang out together. One day, he took me to Julie’s bedroom set where we sat on her bed and talked until we fell asleep huddled up into a cuddle. Jeremy wasn’t happy when he found us like that. Even though I did tell him it was just an innocent nap. He didn’t take it. My brother’s disapproval didn’t stop us though. We just kept going to that set to take a nap together. It has become my favorite part of the day. “Hey,” he captures my attention. We’re cuddled up on Julie’s bed, legs entangled. My head’s resting on his chest, one arm slung over his stomach whilst the other is squished between our bodies. He has his left arm draped around my shoulder, his fingers trailing up and down my arm. “What?” I ask, looking up at him. He’s staring at the decorative lights above us. “Do you really have to leave tomorrow?” His voice sounds so soft, I’d almost believe he’s sad. “I mean… Yeah… I don’t think I can miss my first classes of the semester,” I whisper as though it’s a secret. My fingers start drawing patterns on his chest and abdomen as my eyes focus on them instead of his face. I’m too scared I might kiss him if I keep looking at him. “Can’t you follow them online? Or just… I don’t know…” he exhales deeply, my head bobbing along. “I just don’t want you to leave yet.” I want to reply, but people bursting in the room cut me off. I scramble upright, terrified it might be Jeremy. Instead, Owen and I are tackled by Charlie, Savannah and Madison. “Group cuddle!” they scream, making me and Owen giggle. I go back to my previous position while Charlie comes to rest his head on my thigh, his arms around my waist, the rest of his body curled up between Owen and me. Savannah takes Owen’s other side, mirroring my position while Madi rests her head on his stomach. “What were you guys chatting about so intimately?” Savannah asks, followed by a yawn. “Me leaving,” I sigh joylessly. I feel Charlie’s arms tighten around me and Owen tense beneath me. Savannah’s eyes lock with mine, a pout forming on her face. “I don’t want you to leave. It’s been way too fun with you around,” she whispers. “I agree,” Charlie mutters. “Ditto,” says Madison, making me smile widely. Even more so when Owen presses a kiss to my hair. This is where I want to be for the rest of my life. Not on some stupid campus studying for a job I don’t even want to do. I need more time with these people. And I’m going to get it. It’s about time I did something for myself instead of constantly doing shit for others.

“Can I talk to you guys for a moment?” I ask Carolynn and Jeremy at the dinner table. Jeremy halts, his fork lifted mid-air, while Carolynn simply places her cutlery down, giving me her undivided attention. I inhale deeply, trying to gather all of my courage. “I was wondering if I could stay here a little longer? I haven’t talked to mom and dad yet, but I wanna do an independent study this year while interning with Teresa.” Jeremy drops his fork on his plate, a loud clatter echoing through the place. “She asked if that would be something I’m interested in, and to be quite frank, I am. Helping around this week really reminded me of how much I loved doing it.” I glance at Jeremy, noticing how tense and frustrated he’s becoming with every word I say. “Being a doctor was never my dream, Jer. It was mom’s. I think I need to do this. I need to do more things for myself instead of wanting to please others.” “I agree, sweetie,” Carolynn chimes in, offering me a supportive smile before the two of us turn back to the man of the house. He has his lips pursed, clearly mulling this over in his head. “This is about Owen, isn’t it?” he finally asks. The mention of the boy I had grown so attached to startles me at first, I didn’t expect him to be brought up in this conversation since it has nothing to do with him. “He put you up to this?” I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I have no clue what to tell him. On one hand, I do want more time with him and Charlie and all the other cast members. I want more time with my brother. But I can’t hide that it’s mostly Owen that’s drawing me here. Spending time with him made me feel so much more connected to myself, in some way. He calms my anxiety. He makes me feel happy. Genuinely happy. “Of course he didn’t, Jer. Why would he do that?” I finally manage to bring out. “Because you’re clearly in love with him, Y/N!” The loudness of his voice and harshness of his tone makes me flinch. “But he’s not right for you! He’s distracting you from your goals, making you think this is what you want! You don’t know what love feels like but you think you do! You and Owen can’t happen, and you can’t stay here. You have to go back home!” The anger and frustration builds inside of me, and pours out in the form of tears. “You don’t have a say in this, Jer! I am twenty-one, I’m not a child anymore! I can decide what I want to do with my life and I can decide who I love!” I’m surprised by the words that flow out of my mouth. “I get that you wanna be the protective brother, Jeremy, but this is going too far. You have to let me make my own mistakes! You have to let me live my life the way I want it to!” He angrily shoves his chair back when he stands up in frustration, making Carolynn flinch. “You’re still a child, Y/N!” he shouts at me. I stand up too, leaning my hands on the tabletop. “I’m not even a year younger than you, Jer! If I’m a child, so are you!” I yell back. “At least I’m married and have a family!” he aggressively points at Carolynn, who’s rubbing her face in desperation. My eyes flicker from my sister-in-law back to my brother. “I would be in a relationship if you didn’t scare off every person I ever brought home!” “I didn’t want you getting hurt, but did I ever get a thank you for that?!” I scoff at him. He’s not playing the petty card right now. “That’s just life, Jer! People get hurt! People break your heart! But you never even let me experience that pain because you’re too obsessed with being the good brother!” My heart is pounding out of my chest. Jeremy and I have never fought like this. Sure, we used to bicker when we were teenagers, but it’s always been something stupid. This screaming match sounds like years of bundled up distress from both of us. “You have a hero complex, Jer…” I lower the volume of my own voice. Jeremy lets his head drop, knowing all too well I’m right. About everything. About the hero complex, about him meddling in my life. Everything. “I think it’s better if you go to your room for a while, Y/N,” Carolynn orders sweetly. The pent-up anger still hasn’t gone completely, it makes me want to lash out at Carolynn too. “Still not a child,” I mutter instead before grabbing my bag and leaving the apartment. Once the cold Vancouver air hits me, the realization of what just happened does too. The tears escape again, along with anger and regret. I don’t regret what I said to my brother. It’s the truth. It’s exactly what I’ve been thinking for years. What I do regret is telling him all of that in a burst of anger instead of a civilized conversation like we used to back in the day. That’s the only thing I really do regret. After a while of roaming the streets of Vancouver and getting riled up about the whole situation again, I find myself aggressively knocking at Charlie and Owen’s door. I don’t know where else to go and Owen’s the only one who could calm me down from the anger and frustration I’m still holding inside for my brother. I still can’t believe he even dared to say that to me. “Lil’ Shada!” Charlie greets excitedly, but his smile quickly disappears upon seeing my state of being. Jaw clenched, balled fists, tears running down my face. “Hey, Gorgeous, are you okay?” Owen appears in the door too after hearing Charlie utter my nickname. Upon seeing the boy, I race into the apartment, grab his face and bring him down to meet his lips. He’s startled at the force and aggression I’m putting into this kiss, but that soon dissolves when he kisses back. His hands find their way to my waist, pulling me closer and closer until I can’t do anything else but wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me tight, scared he might drop me while my fingers find their way into his hair. I pull back from his lips, but keep my forehead pressed to his. Both of us are panting from the intensity. I can tell from that sparkle in his eyes he has no clue what happened, but he wanted it to happen for a while. “I’m gonna stay,” I tell him in a whisper, which only makes the sparkle in his eyes more earnest. Without another doubt, he crashes his lips on mine again. This time, he takes it a little slower, making it more sensational without depriving it from the sizzle from before. I try to forget about the fight I’d just had with Jeremy and focus solely on Owen, but my brain counteracts. His words are on repeat in my mind like syncopated beats. This time Owen pulls back when he no doubtedly tastes the saltiness of my tears mixing in with the passion. He looks at me, the sparkle in his eyes making room for worry. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he whispers, putting me down on my feet again but keeping his arms around me and my body close. “I’m sorry, I just…” I inhale sharply, “I had a major fight with Jeremy and I just can’t shake it. I have never seen him like this…” Owen snakes his arms around my shoulders, pushing him closer into his chest. He lets me cry for a while, holding me in his arms until I’ve calmed down a little. He takes me to the couch where Charlie’s sitting too. I hadn’t even noticed him still in the room, let alone that he moved. “Talk to me, Gorgeous,” Owen whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He’d stopped calling me “Lil’ Shada” a while ago, which makes me feel like I’m more than just Jer’s little sister. Savannah told me it was what he did to anyone he liked. Those little details are his way of showing his appreciation or love to someone. I like the small details in Owen’s love language. “I wanted to ask him and Care if I could stay at their place a little while longer, and I told him about the independent study and internship I wanted to do while here. For some reason, he thought I was doing all of this for you, that you put me up to this.” Owen inhales sharply at this. I can tell he hates being part of a fight between two people that mean a lot to him. “I told him it had nothing to do with you, but he didn’t believe me. He was shouting and screaming that I was still a child and that I couldn’t make my own decisions. I told him he had a hero complex,” I scoff at myself. This whole fight sounds even more ridiculous now. “Told him that he wants to be the good brother and that he has this idea of being a good brother that doesn’t let his little sister live… or love.” Owen’s eyes flick at mine, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I shouldn’t have shouted at him though… This was all just pent-up anger and frustration from the past twenty-one years. I should’ve just told him to back off like an adult instead of yelling at him like a child.” I glance at Charlie, who had been listening to the entire conversation. His eyes look somber, almost heartbroken. These two boys are just too good for this world. I can’t imagine a life without them anymore. “We both acted like children,” I mutter, shaking my head. There’s rap on the door, shaking all three of us awake from the somber cloud we’re all on because of me. We exchange glances, knowing exactly who’s at the door. Charlie goes first, Owen and me following suit. The anxiety welling up inside of me must be visible to him because he takes my hand, intertwining our fingers as we stand a little behind Charlie as he opens the door. “Hey, Char… Is Y/N here?” I hear my brother ask. The Canadian boy opens the door a little further, presenting Owen and I. Jeremy had been crying too, I can tell. His eyes are red and puffy, his lips swollen from biting on them in distress. “I’m so sorry, Lil’ One,” he mutters from the door. That’s enough for me to let go of Owen and launch myself into my brother’s arms. He’s stunned at first, but then wraps his arms around me too. “I know I can be a little overbearing sometimes, but you have to know it’s only because I love you,” he whispers in my ear, followed by a sniffle. “You’re an adult, just like me, and it’s time I treat you like one.” I push him back slightly but keep my hands on his shoulders. “It’s about time you figured that out.” He lets out a chuckle, dropping his head in defeat. “Hey,” he looks back up. “Thanks for looking out for me. I know you mean well.” “We’re family, Lil’ One, we’re supposed to look out for one another,” he looks past me at the two other boys, “We’re all family.” Charlie and Owen walk up to us, the latter scratching the back of his head with a pained expression on his face. “Yeah, can we not call it a family? Because otherwise, I’m in love with a family member.” He places his hands on my shoulders and presses a kiss to my hair. I meet his eyes whilst my heart beats faster. He’s in love with me. A boy I’m in love with is in love with me too. I mean, of course he is, he wouldn’t have kissed me like that. Jeremy glances from me to Owen and back, trying to decide what to think about this entire situation. I can tell it’s hard for him to let this idea of his little sister go, but he’s trying. “Be careful with her, alright? You might be my best friend, but I will not hesitate to kill you,” Jeremy’s pointing at Owen, a harsh look on his face. “Bro, I could never hurt her,” he reassures my older brother, and me at the same time. “You better keep that promise, Joyner!” That night, Jeremy calls Carolynn over too, and the five of us sit on the couch all night, talking and watching movies. I love being in Owen’s arms so much. Though we used to cuddle and be flirty with each other before, it really does give a whole different vibe knowing I could just turn my head and kiss him now. My parents allow me to stay in Vancouver and go through with my plan, much to all of our relief. Days on set are amazing. I help Teresa and the other hairstylists every morning and during all the scenes when they need touch ups, spend every night at Owen’s and Charlie’s place, and have the most fun I ever had in my life with all these people around here. “Cuddle session?” Owen whispers in my ear when we’re rounding up the scene. His sudden hands on my shoulders and lips against my ear makes me jump at first, but I calm down just as quickly. “Baby, I’m working,” I giggle, clearing all the hair products from the table, knowing he’ll convince me within five seconds. Teresa really is a very loose mentor and wouldn’t mind if I escaped now. “But you’re almost finished though? And Teresa is here to take over from you?” he tries, which makes me look up at him, and then at Teresa. The woman I call my Canadian mother winks at me, letting me know I’m good to go. I turn around in Owen’s arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You are so lucky Teresa’s this awesome,” I tell him and peck his lips quickly. “Thank you, T.” I grab Owen’s hand and guide him to the bedroom set we’d used so many times for cuddles, whether that be alone or with the others. The second we’re in the room, Owen tugs at my arm, making me stumble into him with a squeal. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he cups my face with his warm hands and brings me in for a passionate kiss. He pushes me backwards when I kiss back, right until I feel the bed push into the back of my knees. I crawl backwards, Owen following suit as he’s still attached to my lips. He pulls back for a moment, looking me in the eyes with those tender eyes of his. He’s holding up his weight by placing a hand next to my head, using the other to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love you,” he whispers, causing the corners of my mouth to curl up into a smile automatically. “I love you too,” I whisper back and diminish the space between our lips by pulling him down by the back of his neck. My fingers tangle up into the blonde hair I styled this morning. Doing his hair might just be my favorite part of the day, along with this. “Group cuddle!” Our intimate moment is disturbed by a mop of our friends attacking us on the bed. With a groan, Owen drops next to me, the others piling onto us. That lunch break, all of us take a collective nap on Julie’s bed, some on stomachs, on chests, shoulders, thighs. All our limbs are tangled up together, no bystander would be able to tell which limb belongs to who. To say my new job is the best ever would be an understatement.

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