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c0eu4 · 5 months

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Charles speaking dirty in french🤭🤭🤭🤭

CL16 | Dirty boy ♡

Summary: Y/n keeps bothering her boyfriend until he gives in and shows her how to be a good girl.

Warning: dirty talk, smut, no protect sex, dom!Charles, sub!reader, mean!Charles, handcuffs, a bit of hitting (soft)

A/N: enjoy<3

Translation: mon amour= my love | Chéri.e= darling

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She sits on his lap, her hand passing through his brown hair. ''Mon amour, I'm trying to work.'' If there are two things that the young woman loves, it's annoying her boyfriend when he's trying to work and his horribly sexy French accent.

She kisses his cheek, her other hand running over his abs through his t-shirt. He feels a shiver down his spine, but doesn't give in to temptation. ''Chérie, please.''

She doesn't listen to him and kiss the crook of his neck, nibbing it softly. His hand found its way to her waist, rubbing it softly. ''Don't you want to take a break?'' She let her hand go under his t-shirt, using her fingerstip to touch his abs.

He sighs, from pleasure? Annoying? She does not know but she doesn't care. Her hand under his t-shirt keeps going up, her mouth continuing to stimulate his neck by leaving a few red marks and lovebites.

He didn't push her away, trying to focus on the computer screen in front of him. He begins to feel tight in his pants, her ass wiggling against him and her fingertips tracing the vertical line of his abs.

His hand which was on her waist goes down to caress her ass, squeezing it softly. ''T'as envie que je te baise hein?'' you want me to fuck you, huh?

She doesn't understand what he said but can't help and moan softly against his soft skin. He grabs her jaw and forces her head up to kiss her. She moans into the kiss and Charles takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, caressing the inside of her cheeks.

She removes his headphone and places it on the desk, running her hand through his hair. He picks her up and moves her into the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. ''Qu'est ce que je vais faire de toi?'' What am I going to do with you?

She feels the excitement build even more in her body, his accent completely turning her brain. ''Tu es si irrésistible..'' You're so irresistible.

He removes his t-shirt, finally revealing his abs that she loves to caress so much. ''Take off all of your clothes.'' His voice was firm yet sweet. She listens to him and takes off her clothes, revealing her underwear to him. ''I said all of your clothes.'' She can't help but blush, even though Charles has seen her naked so many times.

She takes off her last clothes and watches him rummage through the drawer of his nightstand.

''Is it ok if I tie your wrist to the bed?'' She bit her lower lips. ''Yes. You can do whatever you want with me, my love.''

Charles smirks, taking off two handcuffs from the drawer, deftly tying one end around one of her wrist, securing it to the headboard. He repeated this process with her other wrist, leaving her bound and vulnerable in front of him.

He takes his time to take off his pants and joins her in bed, getting on top of her and one of his hands already trailing between her thighs. ''Je parie que tu es toute mouillée, mh?'' I bet you're soaking, mh?

She whines, wanting him to touch her. ''Please.. Charlie..'' He chuckles, his cold hand touching her inner thighs. She can't help but move her hips to try and show him her impatience. His fingers move up slowly and he slides one finger between her wet folds. ''Toute mouillée et rien que pour moi.'' All wet and only for me.

She closes her eyes, trying to move her hands but can't. Her head fell back against the pillow with a long moan of his name when she felt his lips against her bundle of nerves.

She can't help but squirm with pleasure as he continues to stimulate her with his tongue. And just as she was about to cum, Charles suddenly stopped and moved his kisses back to her stomach.

''What the hell Charles!'' she shouted, frustrated. He laughs, kissing her ribs. His laugh is deep and dark, almost frightening.

He rubs himself against her wet fold, making her moan deeply. He can feel the wet through his boxer and it turns him so much on. ''Putain Y/n tu vas me faire jouir juste parce que t'es autant mouillée.'' Damn Y/n you're gonna make me cum just because of your wetness.

''Charles..I need you!'' She whines, shaking violently under him. He doesn't wait longer and takes off his boxer and thrust roughly into her tight and wet cunt.

''Merde.. t'es si serré..'' shit.. you're so tight..

He doesn't wait any longer to almost pull out and go back in roughly.

''Tu la prends si bien.'' You take it so well.

If he keeps talking like that, she'll probably cum faster than expected.

''Oh oui, t'es si bonne.. ma pute..'' Oh yes, you're so good.. my whore..

''Ch-Charles!'' She moaned loudly before cumming hardly around his cock. Charles takes it upon himself and holds back from cumming as he feels her walls tightening around his cock. He speeds up his movements, his hips hitting hers with a sensual sound of flesh smacking and a wet sound.

His hand hits the side of her thigh. ''Dit moi que tu m'appartient.'' Tell me you're mine.

She doesn't understand what he says and moans loudly, not having time to recover from her orgasm.

Charles hit her thigh a second time, this time leaving a red mark of his hand. ''Dit moi que you're mine!''

Her back arches a second time, her eyes filling with tears. ''I-I'm yours !'' He moaned loudly, but kept holding himself. ''En Français.'' in French.

The feeling is almost unbreathable and she can barely find her breath. ''Je..J-je appartiens.'' She managed to moan, with her sensual English accent.

''Putain oui..Bonne fille.. Mon jouet baisable préféré..'' Fuck yes.. good girl.. my favorite fucktoy..

Charles redoubles his efforts, showing his breathing and dumbbell physique in his thrusts. The room is filled with their moans. One of Charles' hands finds its way between her legs, playing with her clit.

She doesn't wait any longer to come brutally a second time, tears leave her eyes to roll down her cheeks.

''Oh oui.. serre moi fort..'' Oh yes.. tight me hard..

Charles continues to thrust inside her until he reaches his own climax, his hot seed feeling her up perfectly.

''Ah! Putain! Y/n! T'es trop bonne!'' Ah! Fuck! Y/n! You're too good!

He crashes into her, still being careful not to hurt her. After a few minutes of catching their breath, he pulls out of her with a wet noise and one last moan leaves her lips.

He unties her hands, massaging her wrist to relieve it. ''Ça va, mon chat?'' All good, my cat?

She turns around and hugs him tightly, nuzzling her head into his neck. ''That was great. As usual.''

He can't help but smirk, his hands rubbing her back. ''Je sais que t'aime bien quand je suis méchant avec toi..'' I know you like it when I'm mean with you..

One of his hand goes lower and gently strokes her red thigh. She kisses his neck, already nibbing on it again.

''Ready for round two?''

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minkyungseokie · 30 days

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Three's A Crowd | Pierre Gasly + Kika Gomes

synopsis; y/n meets Kika and Pierre and they're immediately smitten. They try to express their interest, but it seems everyone except Y/n sees that

warnings; polyamory, controversial age gaps, implied homophobic family, implied religious ideology, random Portuguese and French pet names

note; requested

note2; I don't really like Kika, but it's that type where you don't dislike someone, but you don't like them either. I'm neutral about her ig

reader is African American with 3B hair

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Although the relationship was new, Kika and Pierre were secure in their relationship. They trusted each other even though the the relationship was so new for them. They didn't think they'd be attracted to anyone other than each other. Kika never could've seen herself with someone of the same gender or anything.

Until they saw her.

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Kika was standing with Pierre in front of the Alpine garage, listening and looking around as Pierre talked to Charles about god knows what. She looked around the paddock until something caught her attention. It was an incoming group of people that included a bunch of visitors, engineers, Zhou, and a gorgeous woman who she had never seen before.

"Pierre. Pierre. Look." Kika tapped on her boyfriend's shoulder to greet his attention, "What is it?" Pierre asked, turning and putting an arm around the nineteen-year-old. "Who's that?" Kika questioned, pointing to the girl she had seen, "I don't know." Pierre answered breathily, "She's so pretty." Kika muttered and Pierre couldn't help but to agree, "But not as pretty as you." Pierre quickly added, kissing the top of her head.

"Shut up, Pierre." Kika joked, playfully slapping his chest while not taking her eyes off of the girl, "Charles, do you know who she is?" Pierre asked, pointing towards the girl who was in a pair of patchwork jeans, a yellow crop top with a weird pattern on it, and brown Prada platform shoes(if you don’t like the outfit, or you’re plus size, or you don’t wear immodest clothing, feel free to change it. I want to be inclusive!)

"Oh, she’s a friend I’ve known since her birth. She grew up with Arthur. " Charles said, "Is she single?" Another voice chimed in playfully. Lando popped up with a huge smile, showing that he was just joking, “She is single and in need of other friends or even a boyfriend. She third wheels with my girlfriend and I way too often.” Charles joked. “Introduce us to her.” Pierre blurted, eyes widening when his friends and girlfriend turned to him with questioning looks, “What? You said she needed more friends.” Pierre defended.

“She does, but preferably single friends. And not you.” Charles jested causing Pierre to clutch his pearls, “I’ll have you know, I’m a great friend, Charles.” Pierre gasped. Lando and Kika tittered at the duo, “I don’t see why I couldn’t introduce you to her. Are you coming with Lando?” Charles asked, looking to the Brit, “As much as I’d love to, I’m being called to the garage. I’ll meet her later though.” Lando offered, turning and walking off.

Charles led the way to the Ferrari garage with the couple trailing behind, “Hey, Y/n!” Charles greeted, giving the girl a tight hug, “Charlie! I’m so glad you invited me to come watch you race. I’ve missed you.” The girl said, returning the hug. “I’ve missed you too. There’s some people I want to introduce you to. This is my best friend and his girlfriend.” Charles let go of you and gestured to the couple behind him.

Pierre and Kika stepped forward with welcoming smiles, “Hello, I’m Pierre Gasly. It’s wonderful to meet you.” Pierre greeted, shaking her hand, “I’m Francisca Gomes, but you can call me Kika.” Kika introduced also holding out her hand. The beautiful woman gave them a smile and clasped their outstretched hand in both of her, shaking it in greeting starting with Pierre, “My name is Y/n L/n. It’s lovely to meet you, Mr. Gasly and Ms. Gomes.” Y/n said.

“Oh? You don’t have to call us Ms and Mr. We can’t be that much older than you.” Pierre waved off the formalities, “I’m eighteen.” Y/n spoke.

“Oh.”

After a moment of still silence, Kika spoke up, “Well, I’m only a year older. Just call me Kika and him, Pierre. No need to be formal with us.” Kika said, “Oui, any friends of Charles is a friend of ours.” Pierre added.

“Well, I hope to become good friends with you.”

It's been four long and beautiful years of friendship for the three since then, or, Y/n thought it was friendship. Kika and Pierre had fallen for the charm of the curly-haired beauty only a few months into the friendship. It took a bit of denial and acceptance for both, mostly on Kika's part since she's never been interested in another woman ever in her life, but the two eventually agreed that they would pursue the girl, but only after they tested out the waters.

After they were sure that they really wanted to be with her as more than friends, they began to fully pursue her. They flirted, they gifted her things, they joked, they laughed, they invited her on dates (that she didn't know were dates), and they were touchy. They were sure that Y/n would catch the hint and let them know whether she was comfortable with what they were doing or not, but there's one thing they didn't account for.

Y/n being completely unaware and oblivious of their intentions.

The girl knew so much about a lot of things, but not when people were flirting with her. And now it's been going on for three and a half years. They've given so many hints that literally everyone except Y/n knew that the couple were into her the way they were.

"Pierre, why don't you just tell her that you're into her?" Esteban asked, putting an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders, "I'm not sure, but we agreed to not just spring it on her like that. We wanted to ease her into it, but does not getting the hint." Pierre sighed. "She's not going to get it unless you tell her. She's been like this all her life, which is why she never had a relationship before." Charles explained, "She's never been in a relationship? How? She's gorgeous." Pierre scoffed.

"Didn't you hear him, mate? It's because she's oblivious." Lando spoke up, joining the group who were standing in front of McLaren garage like a bunch of gossiping high schoolers. "What are we talking about?" Lewis asked as he and Carlos joined the group, "You know how Pierre and Kika are into Y/n? We were just asking him any they didn't just ask her out." Charles explained. Lewis and Carlos looked at Pierre, "So why don't you?" Carlos questioned, Pierre groaned, "Kika and I felt like we shouldn't just outright ask her. We didn't want to force it on her." Pierre said.

"She's never going to get it off you don't tell her." Lewis said, "That's what I said!" Charles exclaimed, fist bumping his future teammate. "We're planting to take her out after this weekend. We're going to spend time together in Italy and maybe vacation together of the girls aren't busy." Pierre sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oooh, that's a great idea. Maybe get an accommodation with only one room and one bed so you all have to share." Lando offered teasingly, "That's not a bad idea actually." Pierre muttered. "Where are you thinking of going?" Oscar spoke up, "Probably Bali. Maybe we'll stay in Italy. We're not sure yet." Pierre answered.

Soon, the group dispersed to go to their drivers rooms to get ready for the race.

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Y/n was honestly scared. She had always been openly {your sexuality} and proud about what she was into, but falling for two people at the same time? And two people who were happily together? She felt like a villain. She didn't want to accidentally break up a happy couple because she assumed that they'd be as interested in her as she is to them.

She distanced herself from Pierre and Kika, afraid she would get too attached to couple and accidentally make them uncomfortable with her attraction to them. She still went to the grand prix because she had friends she wanted to support, but instead of going to the Alpine garage like she usually would, she went to the Williams garage to support her favorite British Thai driver and give comfort to her favorite American while she was there. "I know this really isn't my place to ask, but why are you here?" Logan asked, putting the headphones over Y/n's ears for her.

"What do you mean? I'm here for you and Alex. Plus, Lily is here and I do love Lily." Y/n answered, "Love you too!" Lily called back walking up to the duo, "No, I mean, why are you here when you want to be with Kika in the Alpine garage?" Logan reiterated. Y/n sighed, "Because I feel like I'm getting too attached to them. They're a couple who are obviously in love." Y/n said, crossing her arms, "And? They love having you around them. You make them so happy and everyone sees it. I don't think that you being attached to them is a problem." Lily spoke up. "They have something great between them. I feel like if I stay around, I'll reveal how I feel and they'll get disgusted and force me stay away." Y/n ranted, playing with one of her bouncy curls.

Lily and Logan shared a wide-eyed look. They were glad that they had a bit of time before theso they could fully talk, "Y/n, are you...in love with them? Both of them?" Logan asked. Y/n began to sniffle, "Yes! I know it's disgusting and greedy of me to not only want both of them, but to want people who are already happily in love. I know I'm a disgusting creature who doesn't deserve to live for loving someone that I was not intended to love." Y/n cried softly. Lily pulled Y/n into their arms, wrapping her arms around the taller girl's neck, "Oh, honey. It's not disgusting at all. I don't know who told you any of that, but no one has any right to tell you that you're disgusting for loving who you want to love." Lily cooed, wiping away your tears.

"Are things alright over here? Are you alright, Y/n?" James questioned, "Did you hear what we were talking about?" Logan questioned, "Admittedly, I did and I'm here to say Lily is right. Your family cannot may be your blood, but if they do not accept you for who you are and love you despite what you love, they cannot be considered family. No one has any right to tell you that you are going to die and go to hell for loving who you want to love." James comforted. "Plus, you don't need them. You have us. Logan, me, Alex, and even James. You have the Leclerc family and Kika and Pierre. We all love you for you." James reassured, "Don't push Kika and Pierre away. They care for you deeply. If you really are worried, maybe you should talk to them about it." Logan suggested.

Y/n dried their eyes off completely and took off her headphones, "I'm going to the bathroom." Y/n muttered, gently pushing past them and made her way to the Alpine garage. They were right. She can't let her family and their ideology keep her from loving who she wanted to love. She wouldn't be telling the couple about her feelings, but she would no longer be pushing them away like she was. Taking a deep breath, Y/n entered the garage and stopped next to the couple who were engrossed in a conversation, "Uh, hey." Y/n spoke up.

The couple practically break their necks turning to look the girl, "Minha linda! We were just talking about you." Kika gasped happily, throwing her arms around Y/n's neck, "We were afraid that you were running away from us. We missed you, mon bijou." Pierre joined the pseudo hug and planting a kiss on the top of her head. Esteban and Flavy watched from the sidelines, wondering how in the world Y/n just thought that these actions were nothing but platonic when it was clear that they were utterly down bad for the girl with sepia skin and thick ringlets of curls just as she was for them, "I wish they would just get together." Flavy whispered, "For real. It was cute at first, but now it's kind of sad." Esteban agreed.

"I'm sorry. I just needed some time to take care of something and now I'm here to wish you good luck." Y/n smiled up at the Frenchman, "Help me put on my helmet?" Pierre asked the girls. Kika helped him put on his balaclava before stepping back so Y/n could put the helmet on Pierre's head. "Good luck." Y/n said, patting the part of the helmet where his cheek would be and turning to walk, but before she could exit the garage, Kika pulled her back, "No good luck kiss?" Pierre asked, which confused Y/n as they had never asked for one before. Y/n shrugged, thinking nothing of it as she had kissed the cheeks of her other friends before.

Y/n saddled up next to Pierre and planted a kiss on his helmet where his cheek would be, "Good luck out there. Do your best." Y/n repeated before turning to Kika and planting a kiss on her cheek while she had the moment of bravery. "See you guys later." Y/n turned away, walking out of the garage before she busted into a ball of flames from the amount of embarrassment she was feeling.

Kika and Pierre were just watching the girl as she left with love-struck gazes, "We have to make her ours or I'll die." Kika dramatically sighed, "I agree. She drives me crazy and she doesn't even know what's she's doing." Pierre agreed with Kika nodding in agreement

Y/n was confused and conflicted.

Y/n had been offered to come to Italy by Kika and Pierre after the GP was over as they had rented a little place on the beach for them to stay at while on vacation. She, of course, accepted the invite because she had never really been to Italy despite being all over the world. She wanted to take some time to relax and spend time with the ones she really cared for. What better way to spend the next week and a half or so before she gets gray hair during the next race.

But one thing she had not expected was the beach hut thing to have only one bed, “So we’re all sharing this one bed? Are you sure that you’re comfortable with this?” Y/n asked, looking at the bed. “Yeah, it was this or our house and we weren’t sure whether you were comfortable with that or not.” Kika explained, putting her bag down. “Where’s Pierre?” Y/n asked, “He has a couple things to do, so for right now, it’s just you and me for right now. Exciting, yeah?” Kika asked excitedly.

“Yeah, that’s great!” Y/n agreed,

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Pierre arrived at the little beach house and entered with a sigh. He had so much to do that day, he missed spending time with his girls, but at least he’d have the next day with them. Kika had posted photos of them playing in the water and Pierre couldn’t help but feel pride at how many people were asking whether he could fight and whining about how he could pull two baddies while they couldn’t even get a text back.

Pierre unlocked the door and put his suitcase to the side and walked into the room to see Kika curled up in Y/n’s arms. Pierre’s heart raced at the sight of the two people he loved being so close together and he couldn’t wait for Y/n to actually be theirs. Pierre took a quick shower and changed into his pajamas, climbing into the bed behind Y/n and cuddling up to her.

It was the best night’s sleep the three of them had ever gotten.

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milequaritchsslut · 11 months

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I never really left—Chapter one snippet

Pairing: Ex boyfriend Stalker!Miguel x Fem!Reader

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He was in love, with you. The love of his life, it was you. It would always be you, the woman of his dreams. The woman he never let be by herself, the woman he showered with his love and affection, the woman he sleep next to every night for years, the woman who dumped him. He was in shock when you left him, the way you yelled and screamed at him, telling him how controlling and obsessive he was when it came to you. His heart broke a bit, only a bit though. He didn’t believe a word you said, he knew you loved him. You were just being dramatic right? That’s what he told you at least, right before you walked out the door and into a new life.

It had been a few months since you two had talked, but he never left your side. Not for one moment, he had your whole schedule down. The fact that you woke up every week day at 9:00am sharp, you then walked to the kitchen to make breakfast, usually 2 pieces of toast and a glass of orange juice. You then got ready putting on your clothes taking about 15 minutes fairly, then you would do your hair, brushing through your thick curls. Letting your hair out, falling against your face and covering the sides of your light features, highlighting your beautiful attributes. He wrote it all down, how many times you looked at your phone, what you looked at on your phone. He knew you better then you knew yourself

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mastermindmiko · 7 months

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Milestones

Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

summary: A small blurb of a night at the burrow in bed with Fred

Word count: 762

Warnings: none, but lmk

Requests are open

I wrote this in a grand total of fifteen minutes at 1am, so if there's any mistakes please don't mind them, and let me know

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"I'm sorry about my family" Fred whispers so low that I almost don't hear him. I move my head to the side to face him with a frown. I ask, "what?"

"They can be a little much sometimes I know." Fred continues and I find myself even more confused. I place one of my hand's to his face and I ask, "what makes you say that?"

He doesn't say anything, but I don't press, hoping that he will say something anyway. I rub my thumb in soft circles over his cheek, and I shuffle a bit under the covers. He holds my wrist, taking my hand off his face to press a kiss to my palm. Even after dating for a while now, I still get butterflies.

"I've been told that my family comes on a bit strong. Mom with her affection, dad with all his muggle gadgets, Charlie with the dragons-" Fred starts but I cut him off, unable to hear him say anything else, "Fred, no don't say that. I love your family."

"Really?" Fred asks, hesitantly. I nod my head eagerly, and ask, "what made you think that Fred?"

"I wanted you to like me- I didn't want my family to freak you out." Fred replies with a small blush on his cheeks. I smile at him and say, "if you haven't noticed Fred I do like you, that's why I'm your girlfriend."

"Hopefully it stays that way." Fred mumbles as he pulls me closer to him. I nuzzle my face into his chest as he wraps his arms around me. He rests his chin on my head and I don't think I've ever felt more relaxed. He asks, "well aside from my family, how was your day?"

"It was good, I read a new book, it was great." I say as I recall the events of what I'm sure is now one of my favourite books. Fred says, "you can tell me all about it tomorrow."

"But nothing else really, what about you?" I ask him lifting my head up so I can look at his gorgeous brown eyes. He smiles and says, "George and I found a good location for the shop, it's in diagon alley and above it, there is a good apartment-it's all within the budget of course."

"Fred, that's great. I'm so excited for you." I beam at the wonderful news, and I can see that mischievous and excited look in his eyes, the same one he always had when he was about to prank someone, except that this time it was bigger.

"The apartment is great too, two bathrooms, two bedrooms- that is if you don't mind us sharing the apartment with George" Fred rambles, and I blink for a second before realising. I tease, " Fredrick gedion weasley! Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?"

He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. He says, " I kind of hoped that you wouldn't notice and just say yes. Things have been going well, I just thought that it was time- unless of course you don't want to-"

"Of course I want to, you idiot." I cut him off and nuzzle my head back into his chest. He wraps his arms more tightly around me and he presses a kiss to the top of my head and whispers, "good."

"Its got a big kitchen too since I know you like to bake." Fred says like he's still trying to convince me to move in with him, I would move in with him into a swamp if he asked me to. I reply, "Just some anxiety cookies no big deal."

"It doesn't matter what's their cause what matters is that they're damn good and by the way I love you" He says quickly that I almost don't catch it. My goes go wide and I look up at him and tease, "Crossing off a lot of big milestones today, Fred. What's next you're gonna pop out an engagement ring then tell me you're pregnant"

"Haha very funny" He replies, sarcastically, avoiding my gaze. I continue with a wide grin, I still can't believe he said it, "No seriously should I buy baby clothes, get you my ring size-"

"Go to sleep, love." He whispers before turning to the side to close the bedside lamp. I'm still smiling when I say, "Okay."

I wait a few seconds before pressing a knee to his cheek and wrapping my arms around his torso. I say, cheerfully, "I love you too by the way, goodnight."

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classypauli · 2 months

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She’s the Man

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem Reader

A/N: Heyy so we are getting closer to an end, probably chapter 6 will be the last, I´m still trying to figure out the epilogue and how to end it so if you have some recommendations I´m all ears hah biggest thank you for the support you are giving me! Appreciate it so much <3

Warning: spelling errors, grammar mistakes, curse words

Word count: 2.9k

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Chapter 5

Jenna cried. She couldn´t understand why would you do that. After she rushed out of the coffee shop, she went to her dorm room. Not long after Emma was calling her asking where she was. The brown-eyed girl couldn´t even say what happened because of how hard she was sobbing.

The worst part about it was that she didn´t expect it from you. You were the last person who was like that, you would never behave like this. She also thought that maybe it wasn´t you. That was just someone who looked like you, she didn´t even see you from the front after all. But the girl called your name. That was you. Kissing another girl.

No, you didn´t cheat, technically you and Jenna weren´t together. But it hurts like a bitch. Like someone stabbed right into her heart. Your glarings, and touchings were fake, your kiss was fake. Now when she is thinking about it and how you acted so good, looking like someone so innocent and shy, she came to the idea that she didn´t even know you. She didn´t know the true you.

Yet, she fell in love with the pretender.

Y/N was running, she wanted to catch Jenna while she still had confidence in her. The rain got pretty bad and she didn´t have an umbrella. That was to be honest the last thing on her mind. She went straight to the girl's dorms and ran to Jenna´s room. She finally made it there, her heart was beating from the adrenaline she was feeling. She knocked hard on the door and kept waiting for Jenna to open it. Y/N was thinking about all the things she wanted to say and about the possibilities of how to start. She knew Jenna would understand, she would get it. The girl knocked again a little harder this time, took a short step back, and waited.

The door opened and Emma walked out, a surprised look on her face as she saw you. Her eyes traveled around your body and your wet clothes. She then shot you a disappointed look. What? You didn´t understand? Was it about how you look? Did you look that bad?

Emma was also shocked at your behavior, almost didn´t believe her friend because how could someone as sweet as you do something like this? But why would Jenna lie? She knew her friend and knew when she was crying, it was something serious.

„What are you doing here?“ Emma asked you with a bitter voice. Like she didn´t want to speak with you.

„Uhm- Can I- I ne- C-Could you please call Jenna? I need to talk to her.“ You said in a rushed voice looking behind her shoulder if you caught the girl you were so desperately looking for.

„No, I don´t think she can talk to you right now.“

What? What was she talking about? Maybe she was busy or not feeling good. But you need to talk to her, you need to tell her about everything!

„Please Emma can you call her-“

„Charlie, I don´t think she wants to talk to you anymore, can you just go?“

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. She doesn´t want to talk to you? Suddenly another person walked beside Emma, looking for the intruder. Gideon looked at you with so much anger in her eyes.

„You can´t be serious right now.“ Venom in her voice was heard and you got chills down your spine. What was happening? „You got that much impudence in you? To walk here after what you have done?!“

„What?“ you asked in a quiet voice, not understanding „I don´t kno-“

„You don´t know?!“ Gideon was now mad, not only did you have some much confidence to walk there but you were even acting like you didn´t know what you had done.

„Get the fuck away!“ The girls must admin, your acting skills are amazing, they would maybe believe you if Jenna wasn´t their friend. Looking like a lost puppy with innocent eyes and hands grabbing onto your wet hoodie.

„P-Please guys I really do-“ You wanted to ask what was going on. You were afraid something happened to Jenna. Both girls were pushed aside and between them stood Jenna, looking small as ever, hair down, arms folded.

„Jenna I was looking for you! I need to say something to you-“

„Oh you don´t have to anymore.“ She laughed dryly looking at you now, her eyes were red from crying „I already know.“

What? No, that can´t be. But who told her? How did she find out? Your nerves were now on the top and it was harder for you to breathe. The palms of your hands were now sweaty and your throat felt like someone put stones in there. She knew. She knew about it. She knew now you weren´t Charlie, but only Y/N.

„Jenna I-I wanted to say it to you I swear but I-“

„So now you wanted to tell me? After everything? I think you had enough time to say it to me…“ She was looking at you with broken eyes, lip trembling.

,,I-I thought that after that w-we could be-“

Jenna’s eyes darkered ,,What? That we could be something more?” She laughed at you but her smile didn’t match her eyes. ,,I’d never be with someone like you.” Jenna said in low tone looking at you with no emotion, lip trembling. „I-I don´t want to see you anymore…cause when I look at you… I can only think of that.“

Jenna regretted her words as soon as it left her mouth. She had never seen you like this, your vulnerable eyes were immersed in hers and as the words were leaving her lips, she could see the lights fading away. The girl wanted to take it back, say that she didn´t mean it and she wanted you. But why does it feels like she´s the one who´s making the mistake? She just wanted to protect her heart so why you are the one who´s looking more affected?

Tears started to form in your eyes. You disgusted the only girl that made you feel something. You disgusted the girl you fell in love with. Now she hated you she hated you for who you truly are. A girl. You quickly turned around and started walking away as fast as you could with your head down. Away from everyone. You wanted to curl somewhere and be there for the rest of your life.

Sitting in a bathtub, looking up at the ceiling. Y/N doesn´t know how long it has been, her tears already run up and her eyelids are barely up. She was just lying there, doing nothing. This was the only room she would have some privacy, it would look strange if she was like this in front of her roommate. She didn´t want him to see her in this state. Broken. Uninterested. Numb. Is this what a broken heart feels like?

A knock on the door was heard again. Since Percy noticed that the bathroom doors were locked he knew you could be the only one there. He let you be there but after almost 20 minutes without any sound, he became a little worried, so he started asking if you were okay and if you needed help with something.

He became different. After the incident, he entered his conscience and knew that he was the wrong one. Hunter and Georgie knew what happened, you don´t like to talk about other people's business but this was quite serious, they needed to know what their friend did. After that, they told him what they thought about it and how disappointed they were in him, even stopped talking to him. That´s when he knew he was wrong.

He liked Jenna… but not only his feelings were important. You can´t just change your heart. He tried to apologize but every time she saw him, she turned around to walk away or started talking to someone by her side. He let her be, didn´t want to add to her fear. Percy started to focus on himself more and now he felt a lot better. He wasn´t in his obsessed bubble anymore. He wanted to be better and find his way to his best friends again.

„Charlie if you don´t open the door I´m going to break them.“ He was giving his roommate an ultimatum right now. Y/N closed her eyes, that name, wasn´t her name. Before she could drown in her thoughts again Percy started to count. The girl sighed and stood up from the bathtub, supporting herself with her arms, and walking slowly to the door. She didn´t want him to hurt himself or break the door. That would be another pointless explanation to the people.

She opened the door and he looked at her. Tired eyes met him and now he knew something happened.

„Are you okay?“ he asked still his eyes wandering around her body carefully. The girl only looked at him, slowly walking to her bed. Y/N knew this was almost a big finale. And now she had nothing to lose.

The next day Y/N woke up around 9am, and she started to get ready, Percy asked her if she wanted to go somewhere and spend time together. She was glad cause he truly meant it and he wanted her to get better. If she wasn´t going to meet her brother she would say yes.

„Y/N!“ the girl looked up from her spot and saw Charlie. She immediately stood up from her spot and ran to him. She felt like crying, finally seeing her twin after a long time. He hugged her strongly, Y/N doesn´t hug her brother a lot, only on special occasions. How tight her arms held him he almost wasn´t sure this was his sister. They stepped back and started laughing at each other.

„I missed you.“

„No, I missed you!“ Charlie smiled and put his arm around her shoulder, walking into the small restaurant. Back then, before this chaos, they used to go to all of these small restaurants and try food. It didn´t matter what kind of food it was, they were big eaters.

„How have you been? Tell me everything“ Y/N asked her brother sitting opposite her. She wanted to forget about the past weeks, so it was safe to start with him, with something more fun. But she truly wanted to know how it went and if he enjoyed his tour.

„Oh my God Y/N… I don´t even know where to start it was too good!“ his voice went higher and his pupils expanded. „the atmosphere and the people… it was something I wished everyone to happen…“ he smiled „I can´t put it in the right words!“

So they talked and talked, there was so much to talk about. Y/N felt truly happy after such a long period she was feeling relaxed. Like she was her again.

„Charlie I-… there´s something I need to tell you.“ Y/N stopped eating and sighed, waiting for her brother´s full attention. They both felt the vibe switch, he raised an eyebrow at his sister, also stopped eating and now looking at her.

„When you were gone… I got close to someone and…“ she started to play with her hands under the table, head down almost as if she felt shame. Charlie straightened his back, trying to find something more in her words, looking for some hint.

„Oh God, it´s all my fault.“ She put her head into her hands, biting her lip as she didn´t even know where to start. Charlie stood up from his spot, sitting beside his sister pulling her a little closer to him. Seeing her like this hurts him, it was the first time he could see her in this state.

„Hey, hey, Y/N, it´s okay, I´m sure whatever it is, it will gonna be oka-“

„No, it won´t Charlie! I literally ruined everything! The person I cared about the most now hates me and I can´t even fix it!“ Y/N started breathing heavily barely catching her breath.

It was hard to get something out of you. But somehow you found your voice again and told him everything. How you met with Jenna, got her as a lab partner, about your late-night movies, how you were almost every day hanging out and texting, spending time together. Even your kiss. You didn´t forget to tell him how you wanted to tell her about you not being him, but before you could tell her, she already knew. And how she didn´t want to see you again, how she looked at you as if she was disgusted by your presence. Charlie was now confused, how would she know? Maybe she saw you? Or did someone hear your call? He didn´t want to play detective, now he wanted to be here for his sister. He held her shaking shoulders strongly, trying to calm her down. Charlie didn´t know how to help or if there was something that could help you.

„I love her Charlie…“ you sniffed softly leaning into his shoulder „It hurts so much.“

Her brother's eyes started to burn a little, he bit inside of his cheek to hold him against falling tears. He kissed his sister's forehead and held her tight.

„It´s gonna be okay…“ he whispered looking up from his sister at the ceiling.

Y/N was walking back to her dorm, headphones playing her favorite song, slowly taking step by step, trying to focus on the world around her. She needed to put herself together for the game, it started in a couple of hours and she barely ate anything. Charlie noticed that his sister almost didn´t even touch her plate, but he let it be even though he was worried. The sun was shining through the clouds today, which created a pleasant feeling inside of her, despite what happened yesterday. The girl tried so badly to hold it inside of her, all the feelings and thoughts. It physically hurted her. She didn´t choose this, her whole life it was so difficult to let someone close to her, Y/N barely liked someone. Of course, there were people she found likable but none of them created inside of her a feeling of love. No one except her.

She made it to the dorm building and saw her. Jenna was walking out, probably going somewhere, looking beautiful as always, yet somehow different. Y/N saw her eyes finding hers and the taller girl immediately looked down. Feeling guilty must be something she felt a lot these past weeks. Being afraid that Jenna would say something to her so she started walking faster. She saw you and stopped for a millisecond, her head moving with your body. Jenna´s chest burned, from the feelings of madness, anger, sadness, and disappointment. But also from love. She knew her heart would be able to forgive you, it screamed for you. And every step you took away from her, felt like a stab straight to her chest. Yet, she didn’t move.

Today she will have her last football match. As her brother. Charlie will also come. At this point they don´t care someone could see him. Preparing herself, putting her clothes into the bag… she wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

Y/N came into the changing room, the coach wasn´t there yet, so she still had some time. Mason waved at her, saving her spot beside him. He could tell something was off with you. You were like this over a week already but today was much worse. He didn´t want to say anything but he was only hoping you could focus on today´s game.

„Okay, gentlemen! This will be short, this last weeks we trained hard for them, we know their game, and there´s nothing they can make us surprised with! I want you to play like we are in practice! Play fast and smart! Now go!“ he tapped each player on the back and stood beside the line in his significant position.

Y/N looked around the tribune, there were a lot of people today. Students were wearing their university hoodies, chanting, and clapping with their hands to make the atmosphere better. On the top row of chairs was Charlie, he got his arms up for her to see and shot her thumbs up. The girl didn´t forget to look around if she saw the brown-eyed girl, it became a habit of hers. She was sitting there every time Y/N was on the football field. But not this time. The girl sighed and turned around to look at her teammates. They were helping themselves warm up. Y/N needed to concentrate, this was her probably last game. Everybody got to their positions and the whistle was heard. Just like that, the game started.

Throughout the match you managed to score one goal, it was balanced. Their players were quick and even their communication was amazing. Now the score was 3:3 and you were almost at the end, you got to think fast. Your coach was walking back and forth frustrated, the tribune got somehow louder and everybody was yelling.

Now you were standing almost in the middle of the field, running around, making yourself free from the opponents. They got a bit touchy as it was nearly the end and were now trying to defend themselves with their bodies. You finally got the ball and ran, they couldn´t stop you, everything got quiet and you could only hear your breath. Your mouth was dry your throat was trying to catch every oxygen around, legs were running burning with weariness. Your vision became narrow and you could now barely see the ball. Suddenly you felt sharp pain in your knee and someone´s weight on you. Whistle was heard and that was one of the last things you managed to get.

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munson-blurbs · 5 months

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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Day 3 of TUI-Mas

Warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness/vomiting, food aversions, fatigue, some angst sprinkled in for ~flavor~

WC: 1.2k

Divider credit to @saradika

March 1999

Oatmeal: a delicious, nutritious breakfast food that has been a staple in your diet since you were a child. It hasn’t done anything wrong.

Until now.

The scents of brown sugar and cinnamon always perk you up in the morning; at least, as much as anything can without containing copious amounts of caffeine. Today; however, they waft past your nose and have you hurtling towards the bathroom.

Eddie runs in from the bedroom, his jeans button still unfastened where he’d abandoned getting dressed for work. “S’okay,” he murmurs, rubbing your back as you empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Your cheeks blaze with the rush of blood to your face and the shame from being in such a vulnerable position.

You spit the last of it into the bowl and grab a handful of toilet paper to wipe your lips, taking a moment to collect yourself before slowly standing up. Eddie places a warm washcloth in your palm; you hadn’t even heard the faucet running over the pounding in your ears.

“Thanks,” you mumble, pressing the damp cloth to your forehead and taking a deep, shaky breath. This isn’t your first bout of morning sickness–that happened about a week after you received your positive test result–and it likely won’t be the last. Still, you’re surprised at how quickly your husband has adapted to this relatively new routine.

He kisses your scalp, nimble fingers fixing his pants button and buckling his belt. “Are you sure you wanna go to work today?” he asks, concern pinching his brows as he takes in your exhausted form.

You nod slowly, determined to stop the room from spinning. “I already took off twice last week.”

“So?”

“So,” you explain with a sigh, “I don’t want to use up all of my sick days in the first trimester. Not when I’ll have more doctor appointments as I get farther along.” Not to mention the fact that people have started questioning your absences, and you’re not ready to tell anyone the reason just yet. “Besides, I woke up feeling okay; I didn’t throw up until I smelled the oatmeal.” Your insides lurch at the mere mention of the food, and you find yourself hovering over the bowl once more.

Eddie hums knowingly as he runs the washcloth under the water again and wrings it out with a twist of his hands. “Uh-huh. And what if one of your students happens to talk about oat–”

“Don’t say it!” you cut him off as forcefully as you can, fighting your buckling knees as you steady yourself.

He relents, exasperatedly pivoting back to the bedroom to finish getting dressed. There’s little sense in arguing with you, especially with a nosy little boy eating breakfast in the kitchen not even twenty feet away. As far as Harris knew, you’d just been battling a stomach bug, and you and Eddie were both grateful that he hadn’t questioned it further. His response was telling you a…charming story about how his friend Charlie ate three bags of Hot Cheetos before promptly vomiting all over the cafeteria table; an anecdote that did nothing to quell your nausea.

You pull yourself together enough to make it to work. The queasiness subsides as the minutes tick on, though you take your lunch break in your car to avoid any smells in the faculty lounge that could inadvertently trigger another bout of sickness. You half-heartedly go through the motions of story time and arts and crafts, silently promising your students that you’ll have more enthusiasm once your second trimester begins.

By the time you arrive back home and trudge through the door, you may as well be dragging sandbags from your ankles. Exhaustion hits you without warning, your eyelids heavier with each passing second. You drop your keys on the side table and glance over at the clock hanging on the wall. The larger hand has barely ticked past the “6,” which means you have just under a half hour until you have to leave and pick up Harris from his after-school art program.

You don’t even make it to your bedroom, heaving your body onto the couch with a grunt; the stiff pillows have never been more comfortable. The last thought that crosses your fatigued mind is that you can’t sleep for long. If you lay down for a moment…set an alarm for fifteen minutes…

You’re awoken not of your own accord, but by the sound of the apartment door squeaking, the knob thwacking against the wall as though it’s being flung open.

“Thank God you’re okay.” It comes out in one breath, Eddie’s relief palpable as soon as he sees that you’re alive and breathing.

Still groggy with sleep, you push yourself onto your elbows, squinting at the influx of light from the hallway. Why wouldn’t you be okay? You were just taking a nap; it’s only been…an hour and a half?

“Shit, shit, shit!” You scramble to your feet, not even cognizant of the fact that you’re swearing in front of Harris. You take in his tear-stained face, comprehending his thought process before he can even say it aloud. “Har, I’m so sorry. I swear, I didn’t forget about you. I’ve just been really sleepy–”

“Har, can you go to your room for a sec?” Eddie keeps his voice even and controlled, but you can still sense the frustration simmering beneath. He puts his hands on his son’s shoulders and gives a tense squeeze, and Harris nods and somberly obeys.

Your misty eyes meet your husband’s gaze, his jaw steeled as you fumble to explain yourself. “Eddie, it was a total accident! I…I needed to rest…I didn’t think I’d sleep this long…”

He shakes his head, arms dejectedly hanging by his sides. “I asked you not to go to work,” he says softly, teeth digging into his lower lip. “It’s not because I think you’re weak or incapable or anything like that. You just need to take care of yourself.” His voice drops to an even quieter whisper as he walks closer to you, caressing your cheek. “You’re growing our baby, Sweetheart. That’s a pretty big deal.”

“I know,” you murmur, tears leaking from your eyes. “I’m not good at slowing down.” You can usually push yourself to your limits with minimal consequences, but it seems like those days are behind you.

Eddie tilts your chin so you’re looking directly at him. His expression isn’t as hard; a faint smirk of understanding graces his lips. “And I love how driven you are. But your mission for the next nine months—should you choose to accept it—is to incubate Baby Munson.”

“Incubate?” You wrinkle your nose as his phrasing.

“Incubate,” he affirms with a kiss to your nose. “Now, why don’t you go check on Harris, and I’ll start dinner.” His hand rests on the small of your back. “I was just gonna roast some chicken breasts, if that works for you?” It’s a quick and easy dinner that you have once a week.

But it looks like it might be off the menu for a bit; your eyes bulge and your palm flies to your mouth as soon as you imagine the varying textures of meat and skin.

“On second thought,” Eddie mutters, plucking a Surfer Boy pamphlet from the kitchen drawer, “maybe we’ll do pizza tonight.”

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witchxxjpg · 4 months

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lestappen hogwarts au dedicated to my harry potter marathon (1k words)

+ seeker Charles and chaser Max (definitely not dating you know👀)

(i know that the age gaps are incorrect and that 11 years-old Max never raced international but for the sake of this au i change these things))

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Max sat in his compartment alone.

When he looked outside all he could see was children and their parents running around Platform 3/4 with huge trolleys filled with bags and suitcases. But Max himself had only a mediocre case with shabby textbooks and some clothes to wear during his first school year.

Honestly speaking, he didn't know what he was supposed to do. He didn't want to stand out, even though he was well aware that he wasn't quite like all the others.

When he passed by the other compartments, all the children were chatting and, Max guessed, they were just happy to see or meet each other, while some of the older students were discussing their summer breaks.

Max didn't know anyone here. He didn't even have anyone to say goodbye to.

His mother was too busy in Belgium to fly just for him to London. And his father was still furious at him for the decision to take a year off karting to study in this school for wizards. He had just dropped him off three hour ago near King's Cross Station and left without any goodbye.

Standing on the platform, Max'd thought about what to do.

After a failure of trying to ask an officer about platform 3/4 that was written on his boarding ticket Max'd sat on a nearby bench, hopping that soon he'd see someone who looked like a wizard.

And he was lucky enough that after only an hour of waiting he saw a girl, pulling a trolley of suitcases and a cage with a huge brown owl.

When Max had visited Diagon Alley last week with a big disheveled guy named Hagrid to buy all the necessary equipment for his first year, he'd been told that he's allowed to have a pet like a cat or an owl in Hogwarts. But his father didn't even want to give him money to purchase a wand, so Max knew better than to ask for an animal, even though he really wanted to have a cat.

He got into the train well earlier than all the other students, because almost all sofas were empty. He took one of the farthest compartments and put his case on the bench near him. He was too short to throw it on the top shelf and he didn't know any lifting charms. Then started looking at other wizards.

After an hour of observing the almost empty platform, Max finally started seeing more people.

They were all different: some of them wearing usual clothes, that Max's seen people in, while some others were in ridiculous outfits that he decided was sort of wizard style.

But there were a lot of children, of course. Most of them were in the same usual clothes. However, Max was relieved to see that others wore black robes that Max himself was dressed it.

Later he noticed that some of the robes of other students were with colorful elements, unlike his own that was fully grey.

The departure time of the Hogwarts Express was close, so Max sat there and waited, listening to dulled noises on the platform.

Until the door of his compartment was wide open.

"Hey, sorry, all the others are full," said a young boy, who looked around Max's age. "Do you mind if we sit with you?"

Max didn't mind at all, so he shaked his head and offered the seats.

Behind the boy who asked were two older guys who entered the room.

"Need help with your luggage?" asked one of them, pointing at Max's miserable suitcase, and Max, nodding, pointed out in his head that they're not from England, judging from the accent of these two of them.

While he put Max's case on the top shelf, the other one asked, seeing his stiffness, "First time, right?"

Max smiled awkwardly and nodded.

"Don't worry, we don't bite," cheered up the guy who helped with the luggage, chuckling.

"But Charlie can, though!" said the other, ruffling the hair of the younger boy who entered first and laughing.

Max assumed that they were all brothers, considering how well they knew each other.

The younger boy, Charlie, looked scandalous, "Hey, it only happened once!" pointing at the guy who accused him. "And you totally deserved that!"

"Okay," chuckled again the older guy. "We'll go buy us some food".

"Yeah, let the kids bond together," said the other when they exited the compartment, still giggling.

As soon as they left the younger guy jumped on the seat, opposite Max, with a huge smile and stretched out his right hand, "Hello, I'm Charles".

Shaking Charles' hand, Max mumbled, "I'm Max".

"Oh, by the way, that were Jules and Lorenzo," said Charles, pointing at the direction where the older boys had left. "They can be very annoying, I know. But still cool".

Max hesitated, "Are they your brothers?"

"Lo is," Charles smiled. "Jules is my godfather, but he's more like a brother. Do you have siblings?"

With that question Max realized that he actually missed Vic. He last saw her two months ago, while video chatting with their mother. He hoped he'd be able to go visit them on winter holidays.

"Yes, I have a sister," Max mentioned. "But she lives with my mother, and I live with my father".

He saw that Charles liked talking. "Oh, are you parents wizards?"

"No, they are both -" Max remembered that Hagrid had called them somehow, people who can't do magic. But he didn't remember. "Well, you know, not wizards".

"Muggles?" helped Charles. "That's so cool! Mine are from Monaco. Both wizards, but it's a boring story".

That explained the accent, even though Max'd thought they were French.

Max thought if he could share more about himself, "Oh, I raced in Monaco once", he said before realizing that maybe wizards didn't even know what karting was.

Until he saw how Charles' eyes went comically wide.

"Really?!" he jumped off the seat opposite Max and sat right near him. "You do karting? I also do karting. Not like anything professional but we do it every holiday".

Time passed and Max didn't even realize that. Soon returned Lorenzo and Jules with their hands full of sweets and chocolatebars. That's when Max tried his first chocolate frog and got his first card.

Then when Charles was very emotional to discuss Max's karting championships with his brothers, deep red Max was awkward to hear all this excitement (he'd never admit that he liked it). And he didn't know what to say when the older guys invited him to Monaco for winter holidays to show off the skills.

During boat trip to Hogwars Max listened to Charles speaking about four houses and how he was sure he would be in Gryffindor, because all his family was Gryffindor. Max decided that he also wanted to be brave and be in Gryffindor.

Of course, they didn't get to the same house, none of them didn't even get to the house that they'd wanted, but it wouldn't stop them from becoming best friends and probably something more.

But that's a story for later.

Now Max was just excited for his first year in the magic world.

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #cl16 #mv1 #mv33 #my art #f1 art #f1 fandom #formula 1 #digital art

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speedycoffeedelight · 1 month

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An Animalistic Disaster

Summery:You find yourself in a bit of a tight spot...

Masterlist

CH-13: A small problem arises

Charlie's scream brought Vaggie and Pentious in the room as they stood there agape as well.

'What's with all the ruckus around here?' Alastor said as he stepped inside the cabin again for the second time. 'Niffty's human again!' Pentious answered from your door looking back at Alastor.

Alastor quickly peeked into the room over Vaggie's shoulder.

Indeed there was Niffty, who now had much more humane appearance being held by you. She had short light brown hair with red hues which were all damp and wet. On top of her milkish white skin was a pair of light yellow eyes blinking at you, not knowing what just happened while holding onto your shoulder.

She also had her old maid uniform on. But there was a tiny hole behind her dress where a small dog tail was poking out and she had a pair of dog ears as well. Despite her small frame, she was still an adult. But you kept holding her up like she weighted nothing.

After your eyes adjusted finally you slowly opened your eyes. "Niffty..?" You choked out. You were surprised to find yourself holding onto a human, well almost a human girl instead of the cute puppy of a few seconds ago.

"Oh my god Niffty you became human too!" Charlie sequeled as she ran over to you both. As she was talking about Niffty's new look to her you felt water droplets fall on your chest. Looking down you realised you may have been holding Niffty for quite a while and water from her hair was falling on you. You decided to put her down as others came to examine Niffty's new form.

"Niffty you have dog ears! How cute!" Charlie squealed as she leaned down to her level. Alastor came close to Niffty, taking in her new form.

'Niffty, dear, tell me exactly what you were doing before you turned into this. Spare no details' Alastor quickly inquired as soon as he stepped inside the room.

"Let the girl breathe Alastor. She just turned human, let her get used to her form first" Vaggie stepped in front of her.

"Niffty you feel any different?" You asked crouching down to her height.

"No I don't think so? But I can clean properly now! There are some spots I couldn't reach as a dog. I'm coming for those now!" She ended with a creepy laugh as she sprinted to finally clean with proper stuffs.

You nervously laughed looking at her. "At least she's making the best of her form" you stood up.

'Sooo, Charlie ...' Angel began to speak .

'As of so far about turning into human, the timing is from when you come here right?'

"Seems like it for now yeah! Why?" Charlie asked turning to face the spider. Meanwhile you grabbed a new loose t-shirt and shorts and went to take a quick shower in the bathroom.

'That means I'm next right? Haha,fuck yeah! Can't wait to finally get out of this shitty spider body!' Angel said celebrating by himself.

'Hold on that means I'm last! Fucking great..' Cherri looked the exact opposite of Angel dust.

'Heh don't worry toots, I'll personally carry you around when I become human again.'

'oh fuck off'

When you came out of the shower, you were faced with Niffty literally zooming from place to place with a duster and big ass needle, that gods knows where she found from, cleaning your place up. You could appreciate her enthusiasm. At least you don't have to worry about cleaning your cabin any longer.

"Hey (Y/n), could we borrow some of your clothes?" Vaggie asked standing beside you. "Me and Charlie wanted to take a shower if you don't mind but we don't really have other cloths..."

"Oh yes please go ahead!" You quickly reassured her. "Choose whichever you'd like, please. Most of my clothes are kinda oversized since they're most comfortable to wear. But I have some tight fitted ones of my own size too. You should be able to find the ones that fit you "

"Thank you, we'll go pick some out then" Vaggie smiled at you as she went to fetch Charlie and get the cloths. You went outside at your balcony as you sipped on

some coffee and scrolled through twitter.

"They're gonna sell trading cards now?" You were wide eyed looking at the video that the Hazbin hotel twitter account just posted. "There's keychains and literal key too!! Ahhh I want it! I want it so bad!"

But your wallet was practically crying. If you were to buy those right now, it might be hard to even last the week. Especially since there are three new people in the house. Your next paycheck should come after this week was over.

There was another thing to consider, if all of the cast turned human, you might not have enough money to feed all of them. Something needs to be done so at least you all don't starve. So it was a bit of a problem.

You headed back inside so you could call for a meeting. You found Charlie and Vaggie drying their hair in your room. Vaggie wore a oversized hoodie of yours with shorts and Charlie wore one of your dresses. Your heart practically swooned at the sight of them wearing your cloths. Was this the reason people in relationship steal each others cloths so much?

You explained the situation to Vaggie who quickly gathered the other animals and Niffty. You sat on your bed and explained your concerns. Vaggie volunteered to translate for the animals.

"We really need to find a way to make more money. My salary might be enough to somehow feed three to four people at best. But not about eight of you"

'What if we attacked drunks and perverts in the streets and took their money? We would be keeping the streets clean AND get the money we need' Alastor suggested.

"Are you fucking nuts? No way we're doing that!" Vaggie screamed.

"Wait what did he say?" You asked confused looking at both of them.

"Oh he said if we could kill people and take their money" Niffty answered for you while swinging her feet from the bed.

"What the- noo!" This time you screamed looking at Alastor. "Can you not about think anything except hurting others?"

'You are the one who asked us for our suggestion'

'What if you guys become stripper's instead? It pays good money~'

"I don't think I'd be comfortable with that Angel..." Charlie nervously laughed.

After a lot more talking and presenting ideas and erasing them, Pentious finally spoke up.

'What if Charlie and Vaggie gets a job here?'

Vaggie translated it for you. "Job huh..that might be the best but where could you guys work around here without any papers.." you mumbled by yourself. "Not to mention Charlie's horns and Vaggie's antenna's on the head."

"Oh oh I could make something at home with my sewing if you'd like! Then we can go sell it!" Niffty chipped in.

'And I could create new gadgetsss when I become human! No doubt people will go crazy with the inventionss made by the great Sir Pentiousss!'

You smiled after you heard Niffty and Vaggie translated Pentious's words. "Yes that could work as well. Nice thinking both of you"

"As for the rest of you, we'll decide once you become human. For now we'll focus on getting Charlie or Vaggie to work so the load lessens a bit. Though it'll be hard finding a place that doesn't require any paperworks or something.."

You scratched your chin, deep in thought. Suddenly you remembered about a certain someone.

"I think I know just who to call for a little help to get through. But I really would rather not call her without an emergency." You sighed.

"Oh who is it (Y/n)?" Charlie asked with curiosity.

"My cousin, Melody." You said looking at the phone. "It's been some time since I last talked with her." You said sadly.

'Do you have an issue going on that girl or something?' Husk asked from the chair he was sitting and Niffty translated it for you.

"No no, not at all. It's the opposite in fact. I see her as my little sister and we basically grew up together "

"Then what's the matter?" Vaggie was confused with you answer. "Why didn't you call her all this time?"

"Her parents hate me. So I try not to call her as much so she doesn't get in any trouble. But I think a call is long overdue by now" you dialed up the number and exhaled trying to prepare yourself. "I'll be right back after the call" You said while moving out to the balcony and calling her.

'Why would anyone hate someone so sssweet as her?' Pentious said as he looked at all of them.

"I know right? She has been taking care of us all these time and she's practically an angel!" Charlie exclaimed.

'Now now Charlie, don't go jumping to conclusions just yet. We haven't seen all of her. Who knows what she's hiding in her past.' Alastor said with a grin. 'There must be some reason for this'

'Even though I hate to admit it, this fucker might be right. Don't get all high horse about her now. We barely know her properly.' Husk looked away and lied down on the chair and curled up facing away from everyone.

"Let's not all get hasty. We should wait for her to come back and hear from her what happened" Vaggie tried to stay neutral about all these as she looked in the direction of the balcony.

Melody didn't pick up the first call. But she picked the second. With your heart pounding you asked softly first like you always do.

"Hey is this a good time?"

This was to ensure your aunt, uncle or her dreaded brother weren't nearby to stir up trouble for Melody. You smiled when she said yes in a overjoyed tone.

"Yes it is! Skylar got in trouble for drinking last night and mom and dad's letting him have it. They won't be here for some time. And why haven't you called all this time?? I missed you!"

You smiled gently hearing she still misses you. And it looked like her brother was being a pain in the ass as usual.

"Isn't that guy like 15 or something? Anyway, I'm sorry for not calling you Mel, I was afraid of getting you in trouble.. "

"Girl stop worrying about me! I'll handle them one way or another. But I suppose you had a reason for calling me now hm?"

You felt guilt travelling through your entire body to reconsider your decision to ask her for help.

"Yes I actually did..but let me hear about how your life's been so far! Tell me all the gossips!"

"Hm,sure then. There was this guy...."

Melody talked about a guy she has a crush on, how her parents are overpressuring her with their expectations to a new shitty series she just started watching. You both laughed and joked just like old times. It was almost enough to make you forget about the whole deal.

"And the story's so fucking boring too like god you won't believe! Bitch at least have interesting characters! Oh and anyways what was the thing you wanted to talk to me about?"

"I was hoping you could lend me some money... I'm kinda in a tight spot recently after I bought the new cabin. I'll repay you don't worry -" you got cut off from her answering.

"Shut up, not a another word from you! Take as much as you need and don't worry about paying!"

"But-"

"No buts!" Melody's voice became a bit softer. "You never really ask me for anything. You're always the one helping me out since we were little. Let me have this at least (Y/n)"

"Alright...and who says you don't do anything?" You said with small smile creeping on your face.

After a bit more talking you told her a decent amount of money that you needed in case of emergency. You made sure to not ask more then you might need. After a few seconds of cutting the call, you got a notification saying the money has been transferred.

You went back inside with a smile on your face. "I got the money guys! We don't need to worry about starving for now." You happily announced at the lot.

"That's great to hear! Also (Y/n) some of us was a little curious about what you said before, of your aunt's and uncle not liking you.." Charlie said looking at Alastor and Husk especially.

"Oh yeah about that......" You sighed. You were unsure on how to present the story to them.

"So when I was six.."

A.N: This was a rather mild chap but it needed to be done to get rid of some questions people might have in future.

Also I'm making their human apparences based on their ethnicity and fanart I find online and add my own little twist there. So everything might not be entirely accurate.

Which show you guys think Melody was watching? 🤔🤔

Tagging: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150

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Chapter 08

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: slight implications of verbal abuse

Words: 3381

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth @mageprincess7 @lucis-noctiana @danielle143 @osakis-gf @girl-nahh @vintageoldfashion @neverthefirstchoice @juju-227592 @silentreadersthings @i-have-no-life-charlie @everyonehatesshani

A/N: Hi everyone! I just wanted to thank you all for the continuous support this story is receiving once again. This is a more serious chapter so i hope it won't be boring for any of you!

If you have anything you would like me to include in this story, ideas, prompts.. just DM or comment under any of the posts, and I might include it in some of the upcoming chapters :) I have a few nice ideas in mind already, but I'm open for new suggestions

Thank you for everything. Take care of yourself please. ❤️❄️🪽

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Picking the cardboard box back up, the alpha took the few strides between him and the living room. It wasn't heavy by no means, but it still was quite full.

He felt his heart break a bit once again because of you. He hoped that if you really would stay with them how they so wished for, considering how quickly you and they got attached, it would get easier somehow. But Taehyung also knew more than well, that it was not going to be today.

The apartment you lived in was quite small, even if it was for you only. The small corridor that lead to the entrance had two doors on each side, one leading to a small tiled bathroom and the other to the living room.

Your small kitchen was also cramped in the space, even if you had only a few things filling the cupboards, it was just not enough space all together.

There was a small old looking brown couch, some of the fabric already tearing apart. There was a lot of your belongings just laying loosely around, many of your books and notebooks, different sketchbooks, paintings, clothes or blankets.

Placing the box next to his oldest packmate, he opened the lid once again, the light puff of dust coming out. Jin passed him a glance, but soon turned his eyes back to you.

Namjoon was crouched on the floor, looking at some of your work, a drawing you made a few months ago in his hands. When Tae called his name he turned to look at him though.

„Come look hyung.” He murmured, already turned to the box once again.

With a few of the other packmates littering towards him too, they all watched closely. The alpha pulled out a old blanket, that smelled lightly of different beta and alpha.

Bringing it to his nose, he smelled it a bit before he nudged it towards the others. After taking only a small wift of the aroma, Namjoon knew that they weren't able to prolong the much needed discussion for any longer.

„Okay, let's talk. Jin, wake her up.” The packalpha sighed, before he took a seat on the ground. The wood felt cold on his legs. Soon the others followed, Jungkook and Jimin also coming back, being lead by Hoseok from the bathroom they were looking at earlier.

Shaking you awake, after a few minutes you were finally looking at least a bit lucid, your eyes still bleary but present with the soft shine they always held.

With Jin placing you on the couch besides him, he went to get a glass of water for you. Handling the tall cup to you, he watched closely as you took a sip.

„Drink some more sweetheart.” He said gently, his eyes warm and soft. Gulping down the cold liquid you gave him the cup back. The alpha also sat down on the ground before you, all the packmates gathered by now.

Namjoon was the first to speak, not being able to hold on with how you were looking away constantly. You were obviously nervous and stressed, it was so easy to tell.

„Okay pup. Let's talk about some stuff now, yea? If it gets too much you just have to say and we will stop right away. Do you understand?” His eyes never wavered, keeping the eye contact with no problem.

Nodding a little, you squeezed at the hoodie sleeves you were wearing. Hearing the packalpha's teeth click, you looked back at him quickly.

„Use your words baby. This is important.”

„..yea I understand alpha.” You mumbled, averting your eyes back to the floorings right after.

„Okay. Good girl. Can you tell us about yourself some more? We can ask about stuff easier after.” You could feel all their eyes on you. It didn't feel too uncomfortable because of that, the gazes soft and caring.

„..yea. My name is L/N Y/N, and I'm a student here in Korean national University of Arts. I just started my Junior year this September. My major is fine arts. I don't actually come from Seoul; my family is half Japanese, so I grew up for most of my life there. I moved to Seoul about three years ago. I was raised speaking both languages.”

It was quiet for a second, with all the alphas watching you closely. You were nervous, sure, but they were just watching closely for any sort of breaking point that they might stumble upon accidentally. You seem okay so far, though.

„You said you didn't have a pack earlier in the mall to me and Jimin. Did you mean your family pack?” The question stung a little; you felt sad that you had to talk about this once again. It was a sensitive topic for you.

„Yes, my pack disowned me about two years ago. We got into a bad argument and it just ended not too well.” You could sense that they wanted to know much more, questions they felt like they couldn't ask: „My family pack is very traditionally thinking; I have a beta mother and an alpha father. My grandfather was also an alpha; he was a pack alpha until he passed away a few years ago.”

Your voice was soft, but even when it shook a little bit, they could see that whatever wounds you had taken earlier were well in the healing process.

„My grandfather was raised in Seoul, and he also met my grandmother here. When she left, in her last will, she wished to be buried here since her happiest memories were kept in the city when she was still younger. She would tell me about Seoul sometimes.”

You could feel heaviness in your chest. It was complicated to remind yourself of people that were no longer around, but your memories were fond and sweet, so the small tear that escaped your eye was just for the good memories you wouldn't be able to continue for now.

Jungkook was quick to lean in, his thumb brushing over your cheek comfortingly, before he pulled away soon. He didn't want you to dwell on any upset feelings at the moment; they knew that this talk was more than important.

„So when my grandfather also passed away, he wanted to stay with his mate even after death. His body was buried with her, so we came here three years ago to attend the funeral. With the pack alpha passing, the right to become the pack alpha was automatically given to my father, so he started to lead the pack.

Me and my parents never got along too well in general. It was just always really complicated; we would argue a lot over stupid things.

I wanted to pursue the arts; it was the time when I had to decide if I would drop the chance of my next education or go for it, and I just really wanted to at least try. Because, I dunno.." You mumbled, sniffling a little. Watching your lap, you played with your fingers.

„Time doesn't hear if you ask it to wait. I just have this feeling in me; I know what my purpose is, and even if my subgender makes it complicated for me, I can feel it. My parents didn't truly understand this, and they never will, I think.

It's normal for omegas to not really work in general, and if so, it's easy jobs that don't require much stress. They supported me in getting at least some sort of job, but my father never thought of art being one.” Taking a deep breath, you continued on.

„We used to argue about this a lot—too much, in fact. So after the funeral, we were staying in Seoul in memory of my Grandfather. We stayed for about four months, and we visited a lot of places in Korea that he and grandmother loved the most. It might sound sad or something, but it was really just nice.

We didn't travel basically anywhere before that, and so this was a really welcomed change for once, even if it was because of a sad reason. My grandfather was always really sweet and nice to me and I have a lot of good memories with my grandparents.

But as the visit started to come to an end, we had to go back home to Japan. My older brother and sister both worked there, and my father and mother ran errands there too, so it was only natural for us to come back eventually.

Me and my father got into a terrible argument one of the last nights in the hotel room; it was j-just bad. I don't remember everything exactly, but trust me, it wasn't anything new or ni-nice." With your soft voice growing smaller and smaller with every word passing through your lips, you took a look at the pack before you.

They all seemed collected and calm, but the strong scent in the entire room told a completely different story. There was a strong aroma of anger, sadness, and guilt. Deciding to just rip off the bandage you continued.

„I was banished after that. My whole family left with the first flight in the morning, and I was left on the streets for a few days.

Eventually some people noticed, and it was brought to the attention of the international management of pack affairs, and since I didn't have any associations with anyone here at that time, my father was required by law to get me safe housing and send me monthly payments to assure my wellbeing.

It took a long time for me to settle down here, but eventually, with the help of a few people, I got to this apartment and started my studies. I live off the month-to-month payments I receive, and my family also pays for the schooling. They wouldn't if they didn't have to, though; you can trust me on that.”

Sitting up, you rested your back on the back of the couch, pulling your knees to your chin. The packmates didn't speak for a few seconds, and you allowed all the information to just sink in for now.

„That's terrible little cub. I'm so sorry.” You looked at Hobi; since he sat right at the foot of the couch, he took hold of your palms quickly, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. There wasn't much for them to say; the damage was already done.

Sighing, Namjoon realised that this was worse than what he expected. He wasn't so sure what he expected, but when you were led to his packhouse doorway, your body small and fragile, shaking with sobs and whimpers, he grew attached so fast.

Now that he knew what caused it, he felt anger pulsing through his veins, his teeth clenching harshly. A pack banishing an omega? In a foreign country? This was just unbelievable.

„Pup, my sweetie. That's a terrible thing they did; you understand that well, right? That it's not your fault.”

„I mean, it is my fault. I should have just gone along with their suggestions and stopped being so difficult. It must have gotten just too stressful for my family.” You answered, looking into the pack alpha's eyes. He only furrowed his brows. He was about to speak, before he was interrupted.

„Bullshit kitten. None of that is true; a good pack will always support what you want to do, whether it is risky or not. It doesn't matter; a good pack will protect you no matter what; that's what's important.” He looked over your form closely. You could smell the anger coming off Yoongi in waves, so you just didn't argue.

„Tell Alpha now, what happened at the mall when me and Jimin met you? What happened at the pharmacy with the prescription?” He never got an answer, and so with all of them being there to talk everything out now, he wanted to know.

They didn't have much time to talk about anything so far, and since you weren't able to speak well back then either, on their way to the packhouse, the two alphas decided that it would be for the best to just wait for you to tell the others too.

Just because you talked about something during Omega drop, it didn't mean that you wanted them to actually know.

Your fingers shook a little as you gripped Hobi's warm palms tighter.

„I went to the doctor earlier this week; I needed to get on different h-heat suppressants; the other ones just weren't go-good. I got a presc-ription for the pharmacy, and so I w-ent, but I couldn't get the medicine because I do-don't have a packalpha.” Your lips shook, stammering over a few words as you were reminded of the overwhelming memory.

„Wait, wait, wait, babycheeks. Heat suppressants? Why are you taking those? Can't you just take a break from school for a week?”

Turning to look at Taehyung, you couldn't help the dry chuckle that left your throat. It felt a little humorous with how his thinking went.

„No, I can't. I go to a school for all second genders, and there are no compensations for ruts or heats. It's normal for everyone to take strong suppressants. Plus, the time I would miss is just way too much. It adds up quickly.”

„Okay.. that's still absolutely unacceptable. And that you need a packalpha for the medication too? Since when are they doing that? That's so stupid.” Throwing his head back, Jimin loudly exhaled. What's been going on with the government lately?

If a pack's omega would start taking heat suppressants, it would be most definitely discussed before hand. Plus, it was really unusual for a mated omega to even take those; why would they need them?

„It's just to keep them safe. Calm down, Chim.” The pack alpha said He didn't really understand the new rule either, but he never really had to worry about stuff like this.

„Do you still have the note? Can I take a look, little pup?” Continuing on, Namjoon talked again. Nodding lightly, you mumbled about it being in your jacket pocket still.

With Taehyung carrying it back almost immediately, he handed the now pretty crumbled piece of paper to his packalpha. Reading over it, his frown only deepened.

„Little one, who's your doctor?” With Jin and Taehyung staring over his shoulder, their expressions too darkened up.

„His name is Seung Kyu; I think his number should be written somewhere on the paper. Why?” You could feel yourself getting nervous; was something wrong?

„Don't worry your tiny head about it for now, okay? Alpha will deal with it; I'll just go make a call. I'll be back soon, baby. Stay with alphas for now.”

Standing up tall, he walked over to you, the prescription still in hand. Fishing his folded phone from his pocket with his other hand, he softly caressed your temple, scenting you just the slightest.

Only able to nod, you watched him walk towards the entrance, listening to the door shut behind him. Your attention was quickly pulled back to the other alphas.

„Kitten. Tell us, what would you like to do now? You have school tomorrow, right? We have to go to the studios in the morning.”

For a second, you weren't sure what you really wanted to do. You knew that the process would start with courting, but even then you were still a little confused about the whole thing.

„I'm not too sure, I--.. I have school on Monday, yeah, and I'm not so sure how the whole courting process goes by. I'm sorry.” You mumbled, looking down once again.

„Don't apologise for this princess. Don't be ashamed of this.”

„Yea, it's all okay, sunshine. The whole process of welcoming you into the pack starts with courting. You know what that is, right? When we show you how good of a pack we are, how well we can provide," Nodding along, you listened to the alpha before you.

„After that, if you are still interested, we will take you in as a part of our pack, so you would move to our packhouse. Then we can move on further with things, but you don't have to worry about that at all for now.”

Understanding things better, you agreed. „I wouldn't mind with the courting process. I'm not sure what I have to do for it, but I'll try my best.” You answered, your voice barely above a whisper.

The bright, large smile Hoseok gave you warmed up your heart quickly, making it beat just a little quicker. The previous sadness and frustration that smelled foul and filled the room earlier was quickly changed for a much better scent, bright and sweet, happy and healthy.

„You don't have to do anything, cub. It's all on alphas now. You just have to rest a lot, and we will take care of everything, sweetheart.” Jin said while watching you fondly.

A knock sounded from the doors, and Taehyung stood up quickly, opening the entrance for the packalpha.

Stepping in, the agitation that had been so suddenly switched came back in full force.

„..Absolutely not; I'm not allowing that, Taehyung-ah, and you know it. Let's just talk later.” His voice was louder than usual, but when he saw you sitting with both of your palms cradled in his older packmates hands, Namjoon calmed down.

Sitting back down on the floor, he turned to his packmates. „What did I miss?” Acting as if he hadn't almost stormed the apartment, the packalpha tried to calm down as quickly as possible.

„Y/N agreed on us starting the courting officially.” The youngest beamed, his smile wide and bright. He seemed particularly excited about this. Jungkook, too, grew fond of you very quickly and already had many plans on how to impress you in the few upcoming days.

With deep dimples showing, Namjoon also smiled softly at you. His eyes closed up a little, and he felt very happy with that information. Even if he discussed it with you earlier, he still couldn't help but be happy you didn't change your mind, even with the other drop you had that his pack partly caused.

„So nice of you, pup, to give us a chance like that. I'm very proud. Well then, would you like to spend the night at the packhouse again?” A little stunned at the sudden invitation, you felt shy but happy.

„We will take you tomorrow in the morning with the car kitty; when do your lessons start and end?” The gummy smile was something that would take too long to get used to.

„At 8. Tomorrow I end at 16, but I can take the bus home, so it's alright.”

„No babycheeks, that just won't do. One of us will take you, or we will send someone for you. Come on, pack up now, sweet baby.” Pulling you up, Hobi hugged you close to his body for a minute or two.

Being followed by a few of the alphas, you pulled out your backpack and started to put a few of your things in it. You found the phone between your bedsheets and took the charger for it and a few essentials.

Changing in the bathroom before leaving, you also took your clothes for tomorrow's lessons. Helping you fold them, Jin placed them in a plastic bag so they wouldn't get tossed up too badly.

„Pup, how about some stuff for nesting? We can start getting your room situated if you want. Would you like to take some things, little one?” Looking over to Namjoon, he held up one blanket you had lying around.

„I don't nest that often, but... I can try again, I guess."

„Hm? What do you mean you don't nest often?” All the men were listening in by now as you took a seat on your bed.

„I don't know, I just never really have much time to do it, I guess."

Approaching you, Yoongi stood before you. „That's not healthy, kitty. How about we get you some new blankets and pillows? I saw a new bedding store open up close to our house. You'll definitely love to nest kitten; it's exactly what a small kitty like you is bound to want. Alpha is very sure; you trust me, right?”

Not mustering up the courage to do much else but nod, you shyly smiled to yourself. Tucking your chin downward, you felt Yoongi's fingers caress the top of your head softly.

„Good girl.”

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To hunt or be hunted #8

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader x Lucifer Summary: The revelation that pulled off bits of your armor. Warnings: Song fic, violence, mental breakdown.

Hazbin Taglist: @sakuraluna2468 @boogiemansbitch @mysterypotatoink @sibsteria @cherry-cola-100 @readergirlstuff @phoenixica24 @martinys-world @alientee @jellyroom2 @jewelsrules @ladyzaunis @zealousllamawolf @kittycat246 @shamblezzz

(Picture belongs to Vivzie) (I’ll Never Smile Again, by Tommy Dorsey)

After taking a deep breath, you opened the duffle bag. A brown leather bag containing the clothes you died in, a man’s hunting attire you borrowed from a dead man, and your axe. You smiled, remembering when Charlie tried to lift it, the metal of the blade being far too heavy to carry, even with both her hands.

In yours it weighed a lot, but that gave you always the necessary momentum to cut a skull in half.

For this event, you would have to look like the Axe-man, for that you used the black corset, had a plaque of angelic steal embedded under the fabric. On top of the white dress shirt, your brown vest and long black coat. On one thigh you strapped your dagger and on the other a small pistol, both covered by the long brown skirt that matched your vest.

As you made your was back to the parlor, your serious aura called the attention of the members in the room, “Someone’s gonna die” Angel partially joked, essentially because your pupils weren’t dilated and you looked armed to the teeth.

“Oh darling, now that is how we kill in style” Alastor brought your eyes to him by directing your face with a finger under your jaw.

“Hopefully we won’t have to, but it doesn’t hurt to be ready” You noticed Alastor’s bow tie was slightly out of place, so you took it upon yourself to pull him to lean a little, undo it, and tie it to perfection all over again. He had left his tie crooked on purpose so you would fix it.

“Uuh, smiles got a date” Angel winked at you, “This will be more fun than a that, won’t it, Alastor?” he put his hand on your shoulder smiling sweetly, “Indeed chérie”, maybe you’ll admit to him that you adore the way he speaks French to you, one day.

“Be careful, with whatever you guys do” Charlie felt some of your pain, it would weight on her far too much if she did entirely. The thought of not seeing you again hunted her as the months got by, would never say that directly to you.

“We will princess, don’t fret, I would never risk an asset as priceless as our dear chef” he made you laugh, “Asset?” you playfully hit his side, “I mean it in the best of ways, sweetheart” in a way to fix his dumb joke, he took your hand and kiss your palm.

“Going out?” Lucifer walked down the stairs, you noticed he was fresh out of the shower, given hoy fluffy his hair looked, oh how you wanted to pat his head. “Y/n and I will be addressing a loose end, nothing that your royal highness should worry about” you rolled your eyes at the bitterness in the words ‘your royal highness’ coming from Alastor.

“Just visiting some mobsters, we will be back soon, my lord” he frowned, but he smiled through his discomfort. “Can I go? Maybe I can be of assistance, no one would be stupid enough to cross me” He tugged at the lapels of his jacket with pride, winking at you with a sly smile, ‘Would it offend him if I say no because I want to command respect for being me?’ you thought.

You ended up feeling guilty for even thinking that, so you just caressed his cheek, “Maybe next time?” he nodded into your hand, then repeated “Next time”.

“Shall we, my dear?” Alastor’s voice behind you reminded you, “Right, don’t wait up, okay?” Lucifer took your hand before it leaved his skin, “Be safe” he kissed your knuckles, “We will, I promise” the little king enjoyed to no end the angry face Alastor made when he smiled into your hand during the small kiss.

Alastor didn’t moved around town in conventional ways on his day to day, but for that occasion he got a sweet deal on a red and black Model T Ford, to take you with style to the meeting. “Al, sweetie” At some moment you just couldn’t hold your laughter, “Yes chérie?” his prideful face made your laugh worse.

“I love the intention, but it’s a shit car” you felt the need to caress his arm, but given the early morning activities, you decided to give him some space. “No it’s not” he opened the door for you, as the lovely gentleman he is, “Sugar, even if they made the pieces down here, which they don’t, it’s a shit design, you got scammed” he made a few old timey showbiz laughs as he materialized inside the car.

“You forget I’m the Radio Demon” he put in the key, the engine sounded like a rooster with asthma, something must have gotten stuck between the spark plugs because the hood popped and smoke clouded the windshield.

“DON’T you say it” he warned, annoyed when he heard your mocking laughter, “I told you” he was not having it, “Want me to fix this?” he groaned. He saw you tinkering the engine for a few minutes, then come back inside the car. He tried the key one more time, when it ignited, the purr the car made was similar to a Lamborghini’s.

“I learned that in a convent” he was flabbergasted, “I even fought a nun; I was such a rebel, hit her with what I thought it was a crucifix, turned out to be a satanic church” he chuckled, not saying a word because he still couldn’t believe what just happened.

“Ha! Now that I remember, Lucifer would faint if he saw how they portrait him” you looked into the glove box finding a pair of sunglasses, “Boy you do not wanna know how high I flew out though a stained glass” you stopped talking seeing his eyes shining, “What?” he chuckled, “You keep on amazing me” how you blushed made his heart sing.

Standing on the sidewalk in front of the building, you were out of breath for a second. “Nervous?” Alastor took your hand, helping you to regain some composure, “Either that or my corset is too tight” that too, but mostly nervous. “Just breathe darling” easy for him to say, “I haven’t done anything like this in thirty years” he pulled on your hand, hugged your whole body with a good loving squeeze and a twirl. “You’ll be great darling, just be your adorably deadly self” if you had your soul you would feel it swoon, “Thank you for supporting me on this” after a little kiss on your cheek he hooked your arm with his heading for the door.

“I will be out here if you need me” You appreciated his gesture, it was clear that he believed in your abilities and your strength, but that he would be there for you if you needed backup. Well if that didn’t made you confident, nothing will.

“Miss Axe-man! Wha-what-” one mobster shark shook in his seat after you kicked the door open, “Tony Redstone, my name is Y/n Lionheart” The office, a long room with a table of the same length in the center, mobsters of every caliber you can imagine sitting along it. At the end, in a leather chair, a man, a big man with a mustache so Italian that it said mamma mía by itself.

“The Axe-man of Louisiana” some of the men whispered, air caught in their throats as they processed the facts. “I gotta say kid, you got some nerve to stand here today alone” the raspy voice of Tony made it to your seat at the other end, “You sure have some nerve to receive me without a single pint or jazz playin’” one mobster ran to the cd player, making sure Miles Davis played in the background.

“I thought the murderer was a well, a man” laughed one before your axe went swiftly though his head and back to your hand, “Let’s get down to business, why are ya’ here for?” he played no mind to his comrade’s death, it made you laugh a bit.

“Does James Alden ring a bell?” his name on your tongue was like acid, “How could I forget? Poor fucker sold his own daughter to pay off his debt, what about him?” the spell you put around you was growing weary, the one that hides the corruption away.

“This is more about the child” now that raised suspicion, “What did you do with her?” there was some laughs at the table, “What is it to ya’?” asked one, “You’re exhausting my patience” you whispered as the multiple man started to question your intentions and seriousness.

“Look, it’s none of your business whore, now get outta ‘ere” you took a deep breath, “This will be the last time I ask politely” you never bothered to sit down, however that was the moment you did, making the chair squeak against the floor as you dragged it back enough to sit, “What did you do with my daughter?”.

“Alden married the Axe-man? Lucky bastard” again with the whispering, you lost a nerve, threw the axe around again, killing two more, “What did you do with my daughter?”. “YOU CRAZY BITCH!” yelled the next one to die, “What did you do to her? She was innocent, just a babe!” your voice started to pick up some volume.

“I wanted to raise her as my own, but my wife, she drowned her in the river” Tony blatantly said, ever so calmly.

As the sounds of breaking bones, screams and violence escalated, Alastor put the newspaper he was reading aside, regretting having done so when he opened the door to the room.

A chimera, or at least it seemed like one, had its horns destroyed, the tail of a normal lion instead of a snake, and the goat that should have been the second head did not exist. The noise that the creature's hooves made as it destroyed everything inside the office made goosebumps into his skin.

When the bat wings moved, Alastor had a clear view of your completely red eyes, completely animalistic face, a lion in all your glory, your roar silenced the static of his shivers.

That was the monster that terrified both Louisiana and hell before his arrival.

“I tried to stop her, I swear to god” you stomped on Tony’s legs again, “I TOLD YOU, I TRIED!” he screamed, making you smile, “What kind of monster accepts children as payment? I HELD HER ONCE, ONCE!” one last roar that pulverized his whole body.

“Al…Alastor” your distorted voice address to him, “I’m right here” he managed to say without choking on his own voice. Your body decreased in size as you approached him, breaking one or another skull that was on the ground, “Let’s go”, he nodded, following you to the street.

Neither of you said anything in the 15 minutes since Alastor started the car, driving around the city without necessarily getting anywhere. With his gaze he examined your body but everything was so perfectly covered, he didn't know whether to ask you if you were hurt or if you needed something, or what was going through your mind.

So he decided to drive towards Cannibal Town.

You didn't argue with him, when he parked the car and opened the door for you, offering his arm at the same time, you took it and walked together through the town.

“Would you like to eat something dear?” you shook you head, “I’m losing my mind” “I know a place that serves the best venison in hell, maybe just a bite, you didn’t touched your breakfast this morning”

“I held her once, Alastor, I’ll never get that back” your eyes tung, briefly the tears rolled down your cheeks, "I thought I could get fixed, with this the last piece of my fucking puzzle, to maybe die with some peace, yo know?" He opened his mouth to ask what were you talking about, but you didn't let him.

"But I felt nothing, just anger and emptiness, my daughter didn’t even had a chance at life, how is she going to answer for herself in purgatory with three days of being born?!" You let his arm go, to hug yourself, "Or maybe they waited a bit before they drown her, who the fuck knows?" He noticed your knuckles had gone white and your claws were sinking into your arms.

"Why God? Why! She was innocent, at least give me a sign she's there with you" you yelled to the sky, your vision clouded with tears.

"Why, if I tie everything together? I have tasted every drug ever created, met all the celebrities I wanted, had my fill of every kind of demon in hell, and I'm still missing something!" In a moment your fist made it to a wall, making a big hole where your fist landed and lots of cracks.

"I will die and I'm still...looking for something I have no idea what is" broken sobbing mess, that's one way to put your mind in, with cannibals looking at you like you had gone insane and Alastor not knowing what to do.

He made himself appear in front of you, offering his hand to you. Looking up to his unreadable face, you took his hand.

You were going to die? He thought, that sentence alone took something alive that grew next to his heart and rip it apart, how? Why? Was it related to your deal to the princess? If yes could he ask the princess to change it? To make it void? What could drive you to kill yourself if it didn’t?

He continued walking, he attempted to go to the gardens, but then had a better idea.

The shadows surrounded you and Alastor, movement seemed to pass through you, but when everything stopped and your feet hit the ground again, you were deep into what it looked like a swamp.

Alastor's bayou.

"Alastor?" you called for him, his hand was still in yours, but he didn’t faced you. "Is it your choice, to end your life?" no answer, just a nod on your part, "Why?" in simple words, "I can’t bear the pain anymore" he finally put two and two together, "Is that why you didn't wanted to talk to me? To be alone with me?" he carried pain on the word alone, "I didn't wanted to hurt you, and as of this morning I went a little selfish there".

"Y/n" he didn’t knew what to say, how could someone How could he help a suicidal person, when he’s brings death to others? "I gave a lot of thought to find a reason to live, after a while it became senseless" he turned around to see you, "Well I don't mean to be that kind of person, but...how about me?" his free hand made your skin melt, "You don't know what you're asking for".

"Or maybe you underestimate my understanding" despite his adorable face, you had heard that before, "Here we go again, don't try to tell me that suddenly you love me or anything" your laugh only made him scoff.

"Would it be too hard to believe? I do not love you as a fact, I have never felt such a thing except for...my mother" hugging him was the perfect move after mentioning his mother, even knowing how much Alastor appreciates her, even in death.

"Nonetheless, I enjoy being with you, being under your culinary care all these time" not that he knew who cooked, but he always thought it was specially made, "You would eat nothing but rotten meat if I didn't" he lowered to your ear, "I also don't sleep much, so there were a few moments in which I saw you turning my radio studio off and place a blanket over my shoulders" the way he felt you tensed up made him laugh.

"I just… I care too much" he circled your waist, "And this morning, was that just caring too much?" he really needed an answer, as to not regret it. "I told you; I was selfish...I just wanted to feel-" he interrupted you, his breath hitting your lips, "Loved" you went forward, pecking his lips, "Like someone cared for...me".

His staff made a static noise, then music played, the melody brought you a longing feeling, of a time when you waited patiently for his segment at the radio.

“I'll never smile again, until I smile at you” he begin singing, “I'll never laugh again, what good would it do?” he twirled you around, your back then pulled against his chest, “For tears would fill my eyes, my heart would realize, that our romance is through” his voice had moments without his static, sending a thrill down your spine.

“I'll never feel again, I'm so in sync with you” you followed the next line, his cheeks blushing as you did, “I'll never thrill again, to somebody new” he sang, placing a kiss to your temple, “Within my heart, I know I will never start” he turned you around waltzing you around “To smile again, until I smile at you”.

“Within my heart, I know I will never start, to smile again” your voices harmonized, “Until I smile at you” he joined his forehead with yours, “Until I smile at you” then he kissed you, the music turning into soft jazz.

"I hope I laid my intentions properly" he whispered against your lips, "Are you still staying with the king?" Due to his aversion to contact, he didn't really mind you having the extra attention, what did sting his pride was if he tried to win you over.

"I made him a promise so, yes" he hummed, "Is that wrong?" he shook his head, "How about we see to lunch? We can go out or I can cook for you" his alluring tone made you want to strip him, "It's almost dinner time, we might as well cook something for everyone, don't you think?" cooking with you? His tail almost broke a hole into his pants due to all the wagging, "Unless you don't want to" he chuckled, "Lead the way" he placed a kiss on your neck, night on where he bit earlier.

"You're testing my respect for your boundaries sir" he looked at you almost innocently, "Am I? I haven't noticed" you hit him gently on his arm, "Whatever you say, radio love".

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Part 9.

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The scorpion (Luke Castellan x reader)

This follows the plot of the books, but god damn Charlie’s kinda hot.

4.0k words, starts pre- tlt, established-ish relationship, gn reader

3 times you should have noticed + one time you did

Luke was more than ready for his quest. The best swordsman at camp, a mentor to half the younger campers, dominating force in capture the flag, he was all of it. And more. If anyone knew that, it was you.

So when he came back, face covered in a bandage stained red and brown, sword scraped and worn at his side, shoulder sagged and head hung… you weren’t the only one surprised. After the congratulations and the golden laurels for his and his bravery, it was straight to the infirmary.

You found him lying on one of the beds by the windows, the room empty. Looks like he was the only patient, today.

“Hey,” you said softly, creeping up beside him, and pulling up a chair by his bedside.

He didn’t sit up, but did turn his head on his pillow to face you. The medics had changed his bandage, it now a pristine and clean white, with only a streak of red down the centre, rather than the bloody rag form before. “Hey,” he sighed.

He looked up at you with his big brown eyes, or… just the one eye, and finally sat up, gently taking your hand and thumbing over it.

“Are you alright?” You couldn’t help ask. It felt like the obvious. He must have heard that question a hundred times since getting back. But maybe it’d be different coming from you. You leaned in closer, putting your other hand on his, too.

He frowned a moment, looking down at the pile of hands, then back at your face, and his eyes softened. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he relented.

”You’re tired of people asking that, aren’t you?” You questioned, trying to smile for him.

He stifled a snicker. “Dead on, Y/n,” he said, shaking his head with a tired smile, “But hey, at least I know you care.” He punctuated himself by squeezing your hand.

You smiled, and let go of him a moment. “Scoot over,” you said, gesturing in the air for him to move.

He chuckled, “bossy much? I’m the patient here,” he teased, moving over to make room for you.

“Well, that doesn’t mean you get special treatment,” you said, shifting over from the chair to wriggling under the thin blanket sheet next to him. Shoulder to shoulder, sides to sides. You held his hand again, and he laced his fingers with yours.

“You’re saying this isn’t special?” He chided, free hand in his heart to show you just how much your words could hurt.

You grinned, “Yes, I make a point to cuddle all the injured.” You worked your feet under his legs to keep them warm, snuggling further into his side.

“I gotta do this more often, then,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around you.

”So,” you said, beginning to talk with your hands. “How was the quest? Gimme all the cool stories,” you laughed, looking up at him.

Your mouth fell ajar though, seeing how his face darkened, his grip loosening in your hand and around your shoulders. “It was… freedom,” he said, not meeting your eyes.

You shifted your weight side to side for a few beats, waiting for him to elaborate. But he didn’t. So you had to. “Did you like that?”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “It’s like… being a regular teenager out there. When the monsters aren’t at your ass, you can pretend you’re normal,” he said. Maybe sneered.

You blinked, stroking his palm with your thumb. “It must have been nice, then. To pretend,” you said, trying to get anything more from him. It was rare that Luke ever hid anything from you. His lack of details was… alarming. What happened on that quest?

”I wonder if I’ll ever get to leave again,” he scoffed. He brought a hand up to the bandage by his eye. “Probably not, considering this mess,” he spat.

“Luke, we all have our battle scars,” you said, brushing a few stray hairs off the cloth. He leaned into your hand when you brushed his cheek, his lips pressing against your palm and the pads of your fingers.

“At least yours mean something,” he said quietly. Angrily. “It was just a dragon, the one guarding the garden. It meant nothing. It was barely a fight. Just a bump in the road on a fools errand,” he said, words finally bubbling up. Exploding, even. And you realized just how upset he was.

You swallowed, and took a breath. Carefully, you kicked the blankets off your feet, and shifted one leg over his lap to sit on him, across from him, looking straight into the one eye uncovered. You brushed his hair aside, and cupped his face in two hands. “It means something to me, Luke,” you said, softly and sternly. “Do you hear yourself? Just a dragon,” you laughed, gently thumbing over the bandage, tracing the line of blood with a ghost of a touch, lacking any pressure that might hurt him. “Dragons are scary, they’re a good fight, Luke,” you felt his hands rest on your hips. “This doesn’t mean nothing, it means you fought, and that…”

You trailed off a moment, caught up staring at him, while he waited for you to finish. You sighed, leaning your forehead on his, “it means you came back alive, Luke. Not everybody does.”

He leaned forward so slightly, so his lips brushed against your when he spoke. “No, they don’t, do they,” he said sadly.

“But you did.”

Now it was his turn to brush hair out of your face, before he closed the impossible distance to kiss you. him. Your cheek brushed up against the bottom of the bandage.

You heard the faint hum of the cleaning harpies pass by your area of the beach, and sighed in relief. Your deal with them held strong. They left you alone when you snuck out late, and you supplied them with contraband, with the help of your Hermes cabin friends. And Luke.

Sneaking out past curfew was typically punishable by… them, whatever the harpies had in store. Sometimes threatening to eat you, or so you’d heard. But not for you and Luke. Never for you and Luke. So beach night it was.

The air was cold, as late as it was. The water, too, when you dipped your toes in, you shuddered. So you and Luke lay stargazing on the sandy shore. Lucky you the weather barrier around camp wasn’t letting any clouds through tonight, it seemed every little star was visible. Reachable, even.

”What do you think they do up there, all day?” He said, staring up at the stars, hands folded behind his head as a pillow. “On Olympus.”

You let out a small laugh, “I mean, are they even up there? Or are they down here having dumbass kids like us all day.”

Luke hummed a low hum. Maybe more like a grumble. “Gotta replace the ones that die on quests,” he said coldly, flaring up at the sky.

Your eyes widened, and you shifted over sideways, moving the rocks and grains beneath you to lightly hit him. “Dude,” you said, trying to make eye contact.

He didn’t bite, instead staring up, maybe past the stars beyond you, and sighed. After a moment, two, maybe three, he finally caved, turning only his head to look at you, and you saw his scowl soften. Carefully, he laid an open hand on the ground between you, and looked at you with tired eyes.

You were always faster to give in. You sighed, placing your hand on his gently, tracing the lines on his palm before lacing your fingers together. “Luke, you know you shouldn’t say stuff like that,” you said.

He was quick to counter, just like he was with a sword. ”But am I wrong?” He squeezed your hand, almost pleading.

You grimaced, not wanting to pull away, but struggling to keep your hand in his. He was warm, as always, but the cold creeping into his tone was enough to make you shiver.

He waited for an answer. Or maybe he was just entranced by the stars. You sighed. You’d give him the benefit of the doubt this time, the sky was beautiful, it was easy to believe. “Luke, they’re gods,” you said carefully, trying to diffuse him. “Our lifetime for them is like, a minute. The morality of parenting is different for them, I think.”

He grumbled, but he was losing his fire. “Then they shouldn’t have us,” he sighed. “If they’re not going to care.”

You scooted closer, shoulder to shoulder, and pulled his hand onto your chest. “Luke, they do care… and if they didn’t have us,” you paused, letting a small nose laugh out. “Then we wouldn’t be here.”

Luke looked over to you, nose nearly touching yours. In the dark you could barely make out his features, but it was more than clear the fiery anger had died out into a dull simmer of disappointment. “If they cared, we wouldn’t have to fight for a scrap of their attention,” he scoffed. “You wouldn’t rather be a normal kid?”

You smiled, “no chance.”

He raised his brow, clearly sceptical. “Y/n, we spend our whole lives in danger, at the mercy of monsters, and our parents who want nothing to do with us.”

”Luke,” you started, sitting up. You sat on your knees, shifting them closer him so they pressed against his side. You lightly rubbed a circle on his palm. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you said, as if it was obvious. “Luke, if we weren’t demigods, we wouldn’t have met. We wouldn’t get to spend our summers in like,” you laughed, punching him playfully in the stomach, “the best camp ever, and sword fight each other and our army of siblings.”

He stayed silent, looking up at you with tired eyes. Pretty eyes, in the starlight, and squeezed your hand.

“Luke, I really think that-“ you paused to take a breath, looking out into the water. “-I think it’s all worth it,” you smiled down at him. “Despite everything.”

He sighed, sitting up beside you, shoulder to shoulder once more. His gaze softened when he looked at you, and you shivered slightly as he pulled your hand close to his lips to gently kiss your knuckles. “Maybe you’re right,” he relented.

You laughed head butted his shoulder, “When am I ever wrong?”

He smiled, throwing his hands up in defeat, “Never, never,” he laughed softly. “I should never doubt you.”

“That’s more like it.”

Percy was a natural. Not at many things, half the Apollo cabin was still traumatized from his archery incident, but he was remarkably good with the sword. Just one day with Luke and he was well on his way to best half the camp. Day two of his training, this time with you, went similarly well.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he was nearly out of breath, his sword hanging low in his hand. “How-“ he started, putting his hands on his knees for balance. “How much more of this are we gonna do?” He panted.

You snickered, sheathing your own weapon and crossing your arms, “You can be done, Perc.”

You came up in front of him, and offered a hand. He took it by the forearm, heaving himself up, and stumbling forward. You held on tight, laughing as he found his footing.

“You killed it, little dude,” you said, slapping him on the back.

“You killed me,” he shot right back.

You smiled, letting his hand go as you started to walk with him back to the cabins. “Hey,” you laughed, “you’re lucky it was me and not Luke.”

He nodded, and shook his head dramatically.

He broke off before you could get to the Hermes cabin he called home, though. Saying he was going to hit the showers. You grinned as you playfully pushed him over in that direction, making some snide remark about how he stinks, despite the fact that you probably did, too.

When he was gone, you started to walk faster, no longer accommodating for his tired legs. Your sights were still set on the Hermes cabin, and you practically hopped up onto the porch.

The door was always unlocked, and you didn’t bother knocking. “Heyyyy,” you said, swinging he door open. Luke had off hours from his chores, lucky for you.

His back was to you, standing at his desk, seemingly engrossed in whatever was in front of him. He practically jumped out of his skin when you called.

“Gods! Y/n,” he exclaimed, turning around stiffly, his desk still hidden behind him. He gripped the edges of it with white knuckles.

You squinted, pointing at him with a grin, “what’cha got there?” You asked, slithering up beside him.

On the desk, rather mundane, was a cardboard box. Its contents, however, left you with wide eyes as you turned your head over to Luke, nudging closer to you were shoulder to shoulder with him. His muscles were stiff, and he turned back around to stare into the box with you. Inside, was a scorpion.

He sighed, looking away from you. “New pet,” he said softly.

You leaned in closer to him, smile painting your lips. “A scorpion?” You asked, brow raised. “Really?” you looked down at it again, as it paced from one side of the cardboard to the other, and back again. “I’m a little surprised.”

He looked back at you, brow furrowed with some kind of concentration. “Yeah, I did some research though..” he looked down at the little creature. “Heard they made good buddies.”

You smiled, poking his cheek to steal his attention back. “Does it have a name yet?” You asked, almost teased.

His face softened when he looked at you, and he pushed off the desk with both hands. He stepped closer, leaning into you, resting his forehead on yours.

“Careful, I might be sweaty,” you laughed quietly, bringing your hands to the back of his neck to tangle with his curls.

“I don’t mind,” he smiled. “And no, she doesn’t have a name yet.” His nose gently rubbed against yours, and you closed your eyes, stealing a quick kiss, feeling his smile on yours. His hand traced your cheek, “Did you want to name her?”

You beamed, pulling back to look him in the eyes, “You’d let me?” You asked.

He snickered, shrugging his shoulders as his hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned your head into him. “Nobody I trust more,” he relented, smiling with his eyes in away you’d never seen before.

You hummed, thinking aloud. “You give me too much power,” you chided, looking back down at the scorpion. To many choices. Cute name, silly name, badass name, old lady name, food name, noun name; you pursed your lips, considering the possibilities.

Luke waited patiently, eyes transfixed on your face as you thought.

“How about clurm?”

He stifled a laugh, breaking his gaze and his hold on you. “Really? That’s what you’re going with?”

You nodded happily, bridging the gap he created between you by pulling back. You locked your hands around his waist.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, wrapping his arms around you in turn. He was so warm, the way he enveloped you, burying you in his chest, much to your content.

You stayed there for a few moments, maybe longer. You, Luke, and Clurm in the Hermes cabin, while all his siblings were training, or doing chores. And eventually, headed, you and Luke, to the dining pavilion, hand in hand.

You idly chatted as you bounded along, swinging your arms between you. “You did really good teaching Percy with the swords yesterday,” you said, grinning. “When I worked with him today, he was surprisingly good.”

Lukes brow raised, and for a second you felt a tremor in his hand. “You were with Percy, today?”

”Yeah,” you grinned. “I gotta help you train your new favourite newbie, right?”

Luke looked away, nodding, “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I suppose he is, isn’t he?”

You smirked at him, playfully hitting him across the chest. “I think every newbie is, at some point, Luke,” you teased. “Just can’t resist taking them under your wing, can you?” You said, nudging him with your elbow.

He shook his head, throwing his hands up in defeat, “Guilty,” he admitted, nearly a laugh in his voice.

The dining pavilion was maybe half full. Not bad considering you were a little early. You walked together to get plates.

The time you did.

They were back. Percy, Annabeth, and Grover, much to your pride, survived the quest! You made sure to congratulate them, along with everyone else, give them some of your best contraband and secret snacks.

Things seemed to be getting back to normal around camp. No mysterious monsters, no tension among the gods, on Annabeths team, you had claimed a six game win streak in capture the flag. She seemed to have grown up quite a bit on the quest. Percy and Grover, too.

Percy hardly resembled the dumb-struck kid he was when you and Luke first trained him with a sword. You were off to the arts and crafts station for clean up duty when you saw them together in the arena, Percy training and Luke offering a break. Just a month, maybe two, ago it was the other way around. You smiled at the ground beneath your feet, thinking of Luke finally taking it easy.

When you went to the Hermes cabin that evening, though, he was still gone. And his siblings rolled their eyes as you sheepishly asked if they knew where he might be.

Suppose the last place you saw him was with Percy earlier. Maybe they were still hanging out in the woods. Percy was bound to be leaving soon when summer ended, Luke probably wanted to spend some good time with him before then. You found your way to the training grounds, and followed the nearby path towards the woods. Luke did like the beach, and Percy was a son of Poseidon. Probably took Percy there.

You hopped down the stairs, and off the small ledge leading to the sandy shores, and your blood went icy cold, heart practically freezing, aching, pounding, in a vice.

Percy was half drenched in water, stumbling, seemingly blindly, toward you and the path, until finally leaning on a tree like a crutch, before tumbling to the ground.

You were always a fast runner. “Percy!” You yelled, racing beside him, throwing yourself at him to try to look for a wound. He looked up at you with wide and confused eyes, but found it in him to raise his hand. Just as you tried to tell him, stop, you’re hurt, you saw the sting. Dead centre of his palm, oozing puss, and greying and greening his skin around it.

”Holy shit,” you muttered, staring at it for a moment. Just one moment. You whipped your head down to look at his face, and knew you had to move fast.

“Okay, Perc,” you said, digging your arms under him to pick him up. “This might hurt,” you said, heaving him up. Lucky he was light. You stood a little too fast, and needed another moment to regain your balance. Maybe one moment too many. Where was Luke?

You sprinted as fast as you could, carrying Percy half like a princess, half like a fireman through the forest. Stray branches and brushes scraped your face. His too. His eyelids were starting to flutter, closing and opening to a confused daze, and shutting again.

“Hang on,” you groaned, barreling through the forest. “Nearly there.” Where’s Luke?

You shook your head, breaking through the tree line, hastily calling for help. Lucky you a few campers were nearby, and you weren’t far off from the big house. Chiron could help him. Chiron had to help him.

Where was Luke?

You waited outside the infirmary while Chiron and a few of the Apollo cabins best healers worked. Luke was still so painfully absent. You sighed, staring down at your feet, leg tapping anxiously on the floor.

You barely heard Annabeth come in. You nearly gave yourself whiplash turning your head to look at her. She looked tired. Sighing, she slumped next to you, assuming the same nervous posture. Neither of you said it. Neither of the elephants in the room, Percy or Luke, would be addressed.

Or so you hoped. Annabeth looked at you, and you kept your eyes trained in the cool white tile beneath you. “Y/n,” she sighed. You didn’t want to see her face. The hesitancy and shakiness in her voice was enough. “Do you know what happened to him?”

You shook your head, not looking up. But you had your best guess, despite all your efforts to turn off your brain.

You couldn’t see her face, but you knew well enough she pursed her lips, crossing her arms at her chest.

It took days for Percy to come too.

And you rushed in along side his friends to see him, weakened and pale. He smiled when he saw you all, though.

And then he told you what had happened. As cloudy as his memory was after the venom, he seemed to recall even the smallest details. The secret sword. The contraband coke. The beach. Shooting the shit. And the Scorpion. That he apparently kept hidden from all else but you. That you weren’t meant to walk in on him with.

Annabeth was as stoic as she could be. Not surprised, but still hurt. Doing better then you.

When Percy so much as uttered his name, your heart dropped into your stomach, and seemed to be eaten alive by the acid. Your breath hitched when Percy told you about the dreams he confessed to. You clutched your shirt at your chest when Percy told you about the plan for Tartarus. You sucked a breath in though clenched teeth, bared fangs in a fight or flighty response, when Percy told you about how cynical, angry, remorseless he had been.

Where was Luke?

That was what you had wondered that day. What you should have been wondering for years. Where was Luke? When had he left you?

Was it when he started plotting Percy’s death? When the nightmares and the whispers started for him? When he chose to serve Kronos over you? His friends? His siblings?

You only noticed you were crying when the hit tears reached your lips, and your taste was flooded with salt. Nearly embarrassed, you wiped them away and excused yourself, before any of them could urge you not to.

Luke was gone. And as you looked around camp, disoriented, head and heart pounding, all you could see was every place he stood. Places he kissed you.

He fucking kissed you. Next to the scorpion. His weapon of choice. That you named. You glared at the grass as you stumbled to your cabin.

Or, that’s where you thought you were going. You ended up at the Hermes cabin. The door was unlocked, and you didn’t bother to knock. You never did. And lucky you, all his siblings were out, at activities or doing chores.

You stood at the foot of Luke’s bed. Fuck. You kicked it. Fuck. You punched the mattress. Fuck. You tore into the pillow, clawing at it and ripping the seams.

Why didn’t you notice? All his anger. His resentment. His nightmares. Could you have stopped him? If anyone could’ve... If anyone could’ve, it was you.

You collapsed into the bed. It smelled like him, suffocatingly so. How didn’t you notice? That you were losing him?

You can’t fix him. But I’d try, and I’d let him break my heart for it. Anyway. I got kind of inspired by another Luke fic I saw, and idk I was in delirious trace writing this with an edited Lana del Rey song on repeat for like an hour and a half.

#x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #charlie bushnell #luke castellan x you #pjo #Percy Jackson #pjo tv show #charlie bushnell x reader

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deadg1rlw4lking · 11 months

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Movie Night

Summary- yours and Charlie’s movie night gets heated

Warnings- Minors DNI, smut, p in v, first time, inexperienced Charlie x experienced reader.

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Friday night meant movie night for you and Charlie. He’d always been a huge movie nerd and would take the opportunity to share his favourite movies with you, telling you random facts at every chance he got and over explaining the plot whenever you expressed confusion. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s something so endearing in his eyes when he’s passionate about something and you could never get enough of it.

So when Charlie told you his roommate Robbie would be out and it’d just be you two in their shared apartment tonight your mind couldn’t help but stray to more than just movie watching. Being Charlie’s first relationship you still hadn’t done much more than the occasional make out, he seemed nervous around the idea of having sex and you didn’t want to rush him. However this didn’t stop you from putting on a pretty matching set on underneath your lounge wear, just in case.

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You couldn’t help but flinch closer to Charlie and pull the blanket covering the both of you closer as the masked killer snuck up on another unsuspecting victim. Charlie had chosen the first Stab movie for tonight since he was a huge horror fan, you however were not. You didn’t understand how he could watch such a gruesome movie without even flinching.

As he stared on at the screen you decided to divert your attention elsewhere, pulling one of his hands into your lap and examining it as if it were a piece of art. You traced the lines on his palm up to his long fingers. His hands were much bigger than yours, it made your stomach flutter slightly just at the comparison. You were pulled out of your own little world by Charlie awkwardly clearing his throat, looking over at him to see his gaze fixated on how close you had brought his hand to your core, your face flushed and everything suddenly felt very warm.

The warm feeling only grew stronger and he hesitantly placed his hand on your upper thigh and slowly began to caress his thumb back and forth. Just the slight confident action towards you turned you on more than you could imagine. His gaze had turned back to the movie now but you could barely sit still with his thumb grazing against your thigh.

You reached your hand up to his thick brown curls and tucked it behind his ear so that his neck was on display, his face still straight on towards the tv, focused on the movie. Determined to find some relief you slowly began to plants small kisses along his exposed neck, causing his breath to hitch slightly in his throat and his hand on your thigh to slightly squeeze. You took this as encouragement and began to kiss his neck with more passion, slightly sucking on the skin causing it to go red. He began to let out slight whimpers at your touch, shifting slightly in his seat.

You move one of your hands to burrow in his thick hair and the other to bunch at his loose shirt as you lowly whisper, “Is this okay?” against his neck before going back to kiss at the tender exposed skin, as he replies with a small whine before letting out a quiet breathy “yes”. His reaction to your touch only made you grow hotter and more eager, you needed more. You pulled away and shifted in your position to straddle his lap, his hands immediately shifted to your waist and you again bury your hands in his hair. His face is flushed a light pink and his lips are slightly parted in awe as you sit down fully straddling his lap feeling his clothed erection against your hot core.

You lean in and pull him into a heated kiss taking the lead and guiding him slowly against your lips. His hands roam your torso and thighs as yours tug slightly as his hair and you continue to kiss each other deeply. Your hips subconsciously begin to grind against his clothed bulge seeking some kind of relief to your discomfort, he begins to let out slight whines and moans against your lips at the friction.

Everything was starting to become clouded with pleasure when you hear keys turn at the door, you pull away with confusion “I thought you said he wasn’t going to be home?” Charlie seems just as confused as you are “fuck, he said he was” he replied slightly out of breath and clearly annoyed. As the door handle turned you were reminded of your positioning and quickly got off of Charlie’s lap returning to your position next to him and bringing the blanket over the both of you to cover the noticeable erection in Charlie pyjama pants just in time as Robbie walked into the living room. “Oh cool the first stab movie”he exclaimed before sitting down in the chair next to the couch and making himself comfortable, completely unaware of his surroundings. You see Charlie glaring at his best friend as you can’t help but let out a quiet giggle at the situation.

You try to calm down from moments ago and focus on the movie however your mind and body couldn’t seem to calm down, frequently shifting in your seat and running your hands up your thighs. After about 15 minutes you had grown frustrated. Shifting again in your seat your hand accidentally grazes Charlie’s upper thigh, he lets out a quiet whimper as you realise he’s still rock hard under the blanket from before. His gaze meets yours with a slight embarrassed and frustrated look, you can’t help but salivate at the thought of him still riled up from your slight interaction. You discretely bring your hand over to his bulge under the blanket and softly begin to palm him through the fabric of his pyjama pants, his body slightly shudders at the contact again and begins whimper quietly.

Moments later the credits begin to role on the screen as if answering your prayers. Robbie lets out a groan and exclaims “fuck I’m exhausted, I’ll see you love birds in the morning” before slowly walking to his room. Charlie’s lips couldn’t be on yours quicker as he pulls you back onto his lap replacing your palming with a slight grind of your hips against his core, you moan at the relief and kiss him deeply. His new found confidence was extremely attractive his every touch making you wetter by the second. The kiss is hot and needy the rhythm of your lips matching that on your hips.

He slightly pulls back and stares at your torso then looks back to you anxiously, you instantly pull your loose top over you head to reveal your delicate lace bra, Charlie groans at the sight of your chest and aggressively kisses your cleavage you were shocked at his sudden boost of confidence, this was the same boy who was nervous to hold your hand just last week. You tip your head back and pull at his hair at the contact shifting your hips against his wildly. When he pulls away to again look at you and the mark he’s left you pull his shirt over his head, to be met with his surprising toned chest, running your hands all over his torso and strong back.

Your lips find each others again and both of your hands roam each other wildly, as you try to shift your positioning so that you’re lying beneath him on the coach. You begin to tug at the waistband of his plaid pyjama bottoms eager to get them off but struggling, to help you out he stands quickly pulling them down alongside his boxers to reveal his hard red cock as you quickly pull down your shorts and panties. He stands over you for a moment admiring you, eager for real ease after what felt like centuries of foreplay this evening, you whisper “please Charlie, I’m on the pill” your voice needy and your body hot before he again brings himself over you.

He kisses you deeply again cupping your face in his hands. You guide him to your entrance and help him slowly slide into you, he moans against your lips at how perfectly he fits inside you, your back arches off the coach slightly at the full pleasurable feeling. You slowly move your hips so that he can find a rhythm, sinful whimpers and whines leave his lips mixed with moans of your name as he repeatedly slams into you. You again bury your hands in his hair and your mind is clouded by the pleasure.

You know he won’t last long being his first time however your stomach knots at the pleasure approaching your release, moaning his name and tugging harder at his thick brown hair. His thrusts begin to get more and more sloppy and his whimpers grow louder and louder as he approaches his release. Sinful moans mixed with the repetition of your name echo throughout the room as you both ride out your releases.

#charlie walker smut #charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin #fanfiction #scream 4

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flames of desire chapter 1: welcome to hell

-sfw/nsfw- Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

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your POV:

its so dark...why is it dark?, were am I? all I remember was running...running from someone until everything went dark. gasping for air I wake up my body aching like I just got hit by a bus, holding my head I look around seeing a red sky with a pentagram? and people no....creatures like people. looking down at my body I see my legs...they looked so different were they paws, my clothes were torn almost burned. standing up I walk around seeing the streets filled with people of all shaped and sizes, walking past a window I turn back looking at my reflection through the glass, I had ears...long ears, bunny ears, my skin was a light warm brown, my eyes were golden yellow and my hair was long a mixture of brown and white. feeling something fluffy I look back seeing a little tail wiggling it a little "iv officially lost my damn mind..." I say before turning around to continue walking before I run into something or someone... "Hay watch were your- going...woah babes you look like shit, ya new here?" looking up I see a person, a very...tall person, he had four arms and was Wearing a pink and white suit, his skin or fur? was as white as snow, hesitantly I nod "hmm usually I charge for favors but I'm feelin nice~ if ya don't gotta place to stay I know some were ya could go, if you want, follow me" as he walks down the street I follow not far behind "what's ya name babes?" "uhm...im y/n", "I'm angel dust remember the name~" he said with a wink as we walk up to this building with a big sign that said hazbin hotel, opening the door we walk in, the inside was not the...best condition but it was still nice, it had a bar with a couch and a Tv. a woman stormed over holding a spear, she had an X over her eye wearing red and black with pale grey skin and long hair "angel!!! were the hell have you been" she pointed the spear at him as he held his arms up "relax I was out doing some work when I stumbled across cotton tail here" cotton tail?, putting the spear down she looks at me "whos this?" "just a newbie I ran into on the way, thought Charlie could check her in" I waved a little awkward hi "I'm y/n" "hi I'm-" "Vaggieeee!!!!" a girl yelled from across the room, rushing over she spotted me "there you are I-" she gasps "hi I'm Charlie!!! I'm the owner of this hotel are you looking to join!?" she said excitingly as she shakes my hand "I would but I don't have any money-" "no need, you can stay here for free, this is a hotel for rehabilitating sinners!" "sinners?...what do you mean sinners, and what is this place?" "ya don't know? your in hell babes" hell? did I die- did he...kill me, so many thoughts were rolling through my head before Charlie snapped me out of my thoughts "well it seems that you already met angel dust and vaggie! but there's three more people you should meet, uhh vaggie were is Alastor and niffty?" "alastors in his radio tower and nifftys...doing niffty things, ill go get alastor" she said walking off before Charlie grabbed my hand dragging me to the bar "this is our bar and this is husk our bartender!" it was a cat like person with red wings grey fur and a beer bottle in his hand, he was wearing a red bow tie and a top hat, he gave me a quick glance "sup kid" before taking a chug at his bottle. vaggie soon came down with a man behind her. he was wearing a red pinstripe suit with black pants and red hair, he had deer ears and antlers? With a very unsettling smile across his face, "that's alastor he is our facility manager" he walk up to me to shake my hand "Alastor pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure, and who might you be my dear?" something felt off about him I feel like running but yet I cant, "i-im y/n..." I said looking up at him, he was very tall and his hands were like claws, how can an animal such as a deer look so...terrifying. "quite a lovely name you have dear" he said, his smile seeming to get even wider, his voice was like that of an old radio....

chapter two is on its way, feel free to design your bunny how ever you like and stay tuned for future chapter

-squerlly

@pooplyface1423 @strippezzz

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#alastor x reader #hazbin #alastor #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor x reader smut

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 5 months

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@steddiemas Day 11 - Animated Holiday Movies & Pop/Alt Christmas Songs

y'all mind if i use all the movies and one of the songs from today's prompt? no? okay cool

pairing: steddie | word count: 1,612 | rated: G

“Alright Munson, it’s time to get you in the holiday spirit.” Steve says, pushing him down onto his own couch one Sunday in mid December. “I managed to grab Charlie Brown from work, and Rudolph, The Grinch, and Frosty will be on CBS tonight.”

“Damn alright, no need to get pushy.” Eddie grumbles, crossing his arms in front of him. He’s not looking forward to this, alright? He’s definitely going to get a stomachache.

“Pizza will be here in just a few minutes, Rudolph starts in 30, then The Grinch and Frosty are right after the other,” he’s pacing now, “I’ve got pop and beer, and chips, and leftover cookies—I’ve got to make more soon don’t I—”

“Steve, Stevie!” Eddie grabs his wrist as he passes in another line of worried pacing in front of the couch. “You gotta calm down sweetheart, why are you makin’ such a fuss?” Maybe if he ignores it, Steve won’t notice the pet name that slipped out from between his lips.

Steve heaves a sigh, “Yeah, yeah you’re right.” he drops down beside him, the couch protesting with a creak, “I just want you to have fun, I suppose.”

Eddie pats Steve’s shoulder comfortingly, “How’d you get all this set up anyway, where’s Wayne?”

Eddie had woken up in the late evening when he heard a crash from the kitchen followed by low swearing. Coming out in his ratty sweatpants and no shirt to Steve sweeping up a bowlful of pretzels back into a large mixing bowl in the middle of his kitchen was quite a sight, but before he could fully process, a green Hawkins Swim Team hoodie was shoved over his head, a hairtie pressed into his palm, and the rest of him being 'shoo'-ed into the living room and onto the couch.

His Uncle’s foldaway bed and his Uncle were missing from where they should be in the small family room, Wayne normally didn’t wake up until about now to get ready to head into work.

Steve shrugs, getting back up off the couch to go back into the kitchen, “When I asked him if I could borrow you for a movie marathon, he insisted I have it here. He’ll be back soon,”

“‘Back soon’? Shouldn’t he be sleeping right now?”

Eddie watches as Steve fiddles around in the kitchen for a few moments, picking up the previously be-floored bowl of pretzels and dumping it into the trash can, when the front door opens and Wayne enters with two pizza boxes balanced on one hand.

“Wayne?”

“Come grab these, will ‘ya Ed?”

Eddie shoots up at once, hopping over the low coffee table to grab the boxes while Wayne takes off his boots and Steve shuffles around them to pay the delivery boy standing on their porch.

The boxes are taken from him only a couple moments later, with Steve bringing them back into the kitchen.

Wayne snaps him back to himself with a hand on his shoulder. “Y’alrigh’ Ed?”

“Wayne. I can’t watch Christmas movies with him.” he says lowly, only to his Uncle. It’s one thing to make cookie cutters with him, but watching some of Maggie Munson’s favorite holiday movies is a whole ‘nother one thing altogether.

Wayne’s crinkled face smoothes out minutely. “Yes y’can, son. I’ll b’here too.”

“Don’t you have work tonight?”

“I swapped shifts with Roger so I could hang out with you boys.” Wayne says at a normal volume, fixing Eddie with a look.

Eddie’s eyes prick with the threat of tears.

That look says “I swapped so I could be here for you.”

“Wayne said he loves Christmas movies!” Steve grins, carrying back two plates with three slices each.

“Didn’ realize they were showin’ all these good’uns tonight!” Wayne says, stepping past them toward the hall, “‘Scuse me boys,”

While his uncle changes out of his coveralls and into his own comfy clothes (which will likely be a flannel and worn Levis), Steve shoves one of the plates of pizza into Eddie’s hands and leads him back to the couch.

He sets the other plate on the side table next to Wayne’s chair, and goes back to the kitchen for a third plate and three beers, all three gripped around their necks in one hand.

“You’re gonna love these, Eds.” Steve plops down beside him, “Charlie Brown is my favorite, but they’re all classics at this point right? That’s why they show them every year.”

Eddie gulps and puts down his plate of pizza on the coffee table. Putting on a brave face, he pulls his hair up into a bun at the back of his head.

“Forgive me if I’m skeptical, Stevie, but let’s get on with it, huh?”

Eddie has fun in the end, that pioneer man with the pickaxe in Rudolph reminds him of Wayne, so it doesn’t surprise him that he’s Wayne’s favorite.

A lot of the tunes and storylines are familiar, of course, it wasn’t like he can wipe the same movies from his mind just because mom is gone, but it was nice to see them again with Wayne and Steve by his side (though Wayne’s been sawing logs from the armchair since even before Rudolph was over).

By time A Charlie Brown Christmas is re-wound and put back in its case, Eddie is bushed. It’s only been a couple hours total that they’ve spent watching, these movies are shorter than he thought, but he’s stuffed full of pizza, beer, and nearly the whole (new) bowl of pretzels he inhaled during their little marathon.

He stretches out on the couch when Steve gets up to clear their plates away and swears he only closes his eyes for a second…only to wake up to the early morning light streaming in through the window behind the TV.

There’s a blanket tucked around him, another is thrown over Wayne (still keeping up with his very astute impression of a chainsaw), and Steve’s Nike’s are missing from the pile next to the door.

He snuggles back down into the cushions and promises to thank Steve later today.

Later today comes after their Hellfire meeting; the party stomps up Mike Wheeler’s stairs from the basement and trickle out the door at 8 o’clock sharp to their respective rides (a stipulation of the Wheelers and the Sinclairs if their boys would still be allowed to be in Hellfire after what happened in March).

Punctual as ever, Steve is already sitting in the Wheeler’s driveway waiting for Dustin and Will. Eddie immediately starts towards the maroon beemer but his steps falter when he hears the music that’s absolutely blasting inside the idling car.

“This yeaarr, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special..” Eddie hears Steve singing along to that accursed new Wham! track, and not just singing along to the lyrics, but vocalizing the instrumentals too.

He manages to get to the driver side window without Steve noticing him, his attention on a book of Sudoku puzzles of all things.

“Knock knock! Earth to Stevie!” Eddie calls, rapping his knuckles on the pane of Steve’s window.

Steve, of course, jumps at the sudden noise, and cranks down the sound along with his window. Well, lowers his window. Stupid BMW with its stupid power windows..

“Jesus Christ, Eddie, you scared the shit outta me.”

“Not my fault you’re not aware of your surroundings, Stevie darling.”

Steve grins up at him, “How was the game?”

“The session was good, I was thiiiis close to killing off Dusty,” Eddie says, holding up his pointer and thumb, nearly pressed together to accentuate his point, “But Will the Wise here saved his ass at the last second.”

“And Dorngar the Monk will be forever grateful.” Speak of the Devil.

“Dorngar the Monk better watch himself next time.” Will says, shaking his head.

Will climbs into the backseat and scoots to the middle of the bench to start going through a play-by-play of the session with Dustin, who gets in the passenger side and kneels backward on the leather seat immediately.

Steve only rolls his eyes at the two of them, his lips curved into a fond smile still turned towards Eddie.

“Hey, I wanted to say thanks, by the way.” Eddie says, leaning his weight onto the roof of the car with his forearm.

Steve’s brows furrow immediately. “For what?” “For last night? I had fun. Surprisingly.”

“You’re welcome, Eds.” Ah good, the smile is back. “Did you sleep good on the couch? I was going to take you into your room before I left, but you looked comfy enough.”

“Oh yeah, I slept like a baby.”

Steve chuckles, “I don’t think a baby could sleep through your uncle’s snores.”

“I did! My mom used to take me over to Wayne’s whenever I’d get too fussy to sleep normally.”

“That’s hilarious!” Steve guffaws, “I can definitely picture it: your uncle asleep in that same chair? Little baby Eddie laid out sound asleep in his lap? Ha!”

“That’s about how it was,” Eddie grins, thinking of that exact picture his mom had taken during one such visit, the one in the fading photo album tucked away in his closet.

“Dudes, stop fucking around, we gotta get home!” Dustin gripes.

Eddie steps back from the window, raising his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’m leavin’ too, be careful getting these assholes home, Stevie.”

“You too, Eds, watch out for deer.”

Eddie’s heart stutters at the simple phase, the same one he’d asked Wayne why he would always say that every time he and mom left his place.

Wayne had just smirked, “Don’tcha know Ed? That’s midwestern for ‘I love you.’.”

to anyone outside the midwest: yes, that's a real thing and also watch out for deer on your way home <3

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