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Growth

The Lestappen Song of Achilles inspired drabble based on this wonderful anon over at @f1writingbyme's blog!! Dear anon, I hope you find this somehow, I'll upload it on AO3 at some point (just not now, it's just too short to deal with right now).

Also!! @iamred-iamyellow mentioned that they wanted to be tagged so here you go!! Special thanks to @marieshyperf1xations for putting up with me

This is essentially a rewrite of the first scene in Chapter Ten (10) in the original book! I might make this a series of drabbles if anyone is interested

Word Count: 855 words (I tried to keep it short and sweet!!)

Fic is under the cut!!

They turned fifteen just before winter came, their world frozen in time in anticipation of winter’s icy hold yet kept alive by the faint rays of the sun. Summer had lasted longer than usual, kept them nice and warm under its yellow beams and fresh blue skies—Charles had been incredibly grateful for all of it.

Now, he’s covered in a fluffy fur cloak—one that is, admittedly, a tad large on him—and has been sentenced to chilly winds and quick washes in hollowed-out rocks by the Gods themselves. Despite the weather, Max chooses to take a stroll outside, beneath the frozen sun.

“It is too cold, Max,” Charles had chastised.

“We have spent too long indoors,” Max had pouted, pink lip jutting out against skin too fair given the climate they resided in. “My muscles are stiff. I will be useless at practice with Chiron if I do not stretch.” He had already made his path halfway outside, there was certainly no stopping him. Charles could not let him leave alone, surely. 

They did not do much. They stuck to walking through the forest, playing a chasing game until they came across a river. It was partially crystallised—almost mirror-like—and they spotted a few pieces of stone nearby. The rest of it is fairly obvious.

 °°°°

Max throws another pebble in. It ripples against the river water three, four, five times and lands further than Charles’ last one had. The river is clear—clearer than it has ever been, but Charles doesn’t track the movement on it. He watches Max, instead—watches him pick up another stone, watches the movement of the slight muscle in his limbs.

There are no mirrors here, and the surface of the river, unsteady. So, Charles has only ever been able to measure his growth by the changes in Max. Max’s limbs are slender, despite the muscle Chiron has worked into him—it is to be expected, they are still young. Charles imagines he is much the same. Although Max’s chest is broader, his shoulders are square, and his face firm around the edges—he, somehow, still looks soft.

“You have grown,” he mutters, chucking another rock. It is too heavy—bounces once, twice, thrice and unceremoniously sinks into the depths of the river. In their swishing reflection, he can see Max’s raised brow. “You look older,” he tacks on. 

Max turns to him, fully now. The pebbles slip from his hand and crush the fiery leaves as they fall to the earth.

“I do?”

“Yes.” It is said with a finality and he has to play with the cold soil beneath him to avoid his companion's gaze.

“Wait, turn here.” And, well, Charles has no choice but to force his hands by his sides and turn.

Max’s hands find purchase on the sides of his face immediately. He moves Charles’ head around as if he is inspecting him for any injuries. He’s a bit ashamed to admit to himself, but it’s not an unfamiliar feeling.

“You are different as well.” Max’s eyes shine with something Charles does not quite know, and he notes that Max’s hair is longer too.

“Different how?” his voice is quiet, and all his energy is focused on willing his hands to stay by his side—lest he do something unwanted, like brushing droplets of splashed water away from blond hair. Max regards him for a moment too long.

“Your face, mainly.” Max traces his fingertips along his jaw. The attention makes Charles feel warmer than the fur cloak ever did. “You are sharper here.”

“A lot?” He brings his own hand up, the touch of his flesh is cold. He does not find anything new, however—he still feels the same, flesh and bone. 

Max takes his hand. His grip is apprehensive at first, yet growingly confident as he drags it further down. Despite the training Chiron has put him through, Max’s hand remains soft as it meets Charles’ collarbone.

“Sharper here too,” he comments, intertwining their fingers and sliding them back up. He gently pokes at the newly emerged Adam’s apple on his throat. He swallows under the weight of Max’s finger just because he can and wants to—wants to feel Max’s skin move along his. “But here. You are soft, yet still sharp.”

That does not make any sense, Charles wants to say, but he finds himself unable to speak. 

Max does not mind his silence and instead drags their palms further down.

“That’s enough.” It is more abrupt than intended, yet Charles’ face is unusually warm given the weather and Max looks flushed from the cold. “We should head inside,” he offers, softer this time. Diligently, Max nods, still slightly avoidant, though. Thankfully, he helps Charles clamber onto his feet regardless—their hands intertwined once again.

“You would not be displeased,” Max shrugs, his hand in Charles’, “with how you look now.” His face grows warm again, and he can not help himself anymore—he brushes a stray leaf out of Max’s hair. His hand lingers for a second too long and he prays to the Gods that Max misses the action entirely.

“Neither would you.”

They speak no more of it.

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Love You Despite It All (IF)

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☘SYNOPSIS☘

Twenty years ago, in your last year of highschool, your life changed forever.  Something awful happened and you tried to forget. But in a way or another, the past has always a way of catching up to you no matter how much you try to avoid it.

Now, you find yourself, with the child of your former best friend. He seeks answers, but how can you tell him the truth when you can’t even admit it to yourself? Still, you know that he has the right to know.

 What really happened twenty years ago? 

The choices you make will determine not only your own future but also the futures of your friends. One wrong move could change everything. Are you ready to revive your memories? Even if it means hurting yourself in the process?

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Choose your gender

Play as straight, gay, bisexual or asexual. 

Customize your character

Create your own future

Romance one of the 5 ROs

Realistic romance that feels natural -they’ll all be slow-burns to some extent- 

Your choices will have a great impact on your future and those around you.

Decide if you are interested in art, music or writing.

Create wholesome friendships, but will you be able to keep them?

Even if you don't romance anyone, you can still play the game and interact with the other ROs in a completely platonic way.

Relationships focused.

 ☘RO (More info to be added)☘

Lydia (F) - A close friend since you were young. You have a complicated relationship. She's artistic, private, she enjoys being with others, but she hides things for fear of being hurt. This puts a strain on her relationships. Can she learn to trust people? 

Ryan (M) -  He's outgoing and caring. Everyone can tell that he's in love with Lydia, but she keeps him at arm's length.  He finds you entertaining, he’d like to be your friend. 

Theo/Tatiana (M/F) -  Lydia’s older sibling. They think of you as a part of their family, and you consider them your second best friend. You know you’d never lie to each other, though you can tell they’re way too worried for their sister. What do they know that you don’t? And why are they keeping it a secret from you?

Glen/Gloria(M/F) - Ryan's best friend. You discover their secret crush on Ryan , and you try to help them. This starts an amazing friendship. Could it even lead to romance? Could they let go of their feelings for Ryan and fall in love with you?

Zoe/Zaki(F/M) - A new student who is assigned to your art class. They secretly joined art class but fear judgment from their classmates and hide it. Your interest is picked, when you see them. They keep to themselves but you want to be their friend. Why do they hide their love for art? 

☘OTHERS IMPORTANT CHARACTERS☘

☘(MORE INFO TO BE ADDED)☘

Mr Leo- A mentor figure for MC and the students. 

The school’s vice principal- He discriminates against the  students, he holds hate for those like you. Will he be a problem in the future?

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[benjinoz]

hey could you write an nsfw for monty and freddy with a masc reader? the kinks are:

breeding, riding, size kink, belly bulge, man handling, mirror fucking, thigh riding, voyeurism, cock warming, hair pulling, overstim, dumbification, choking, possessiveness and marking

STRESS RELIEVER !!

freddy x m!reader x monty !!

WARNINGS ☘︎ :: 18 +. nsfw. breeding. riding. size kink. belly bulge. manhandling. mirror fucking. thigh riding. voyeruism. cock warming. hair pulling. overstimulation. dumbification. choking. possessiveness. marking.

freddy and monty are worried about their first appearance on stage, so you help them.

fanart creds !!

WORD COUNT ✿ :: 3.4k+

DISCLAIMER :: at the time that i wrote this i was trans (ftm) so that is why it’s a male reader. i know i’m lesbian now, so i just wanted to clarify so no one thought i was lesbian the entire time. in no way shape or form do i condone romanticizing mlm relationships, so now that i no longer identify as male i will NOT be making a second part to this; but rather a part with chica and roxy with a female reader possibly in the future.

THE NIGHT was young, sounds of children running around and cheering for the band to arise one the stage lift filled the air. Parents were seated along the tables, peacefully mingling with others as their kids were off getting a sugar rush from the candy they ate.

The staff bots were trying their hardest to keep up with the messes the small children made, rushing to every spot they saw that was cluttered with trash.

From below the stage, the bandmates were in their gendered rooms. Roxy and Chica sitting in the girls room as they discussed each other's looks, Freddy and Monty lounging in the boys room with both of them too nervous to think straight.

It was their first time on stage since Bonnie’s decommission and Freddy was nervous to go out alone while Monty was nervous to be the bunny’s replacement. There were high expectations considering the fact that Bonnie was a fan favorite.

[Y/N] was rushing around the hallways trying to make sure all of the machines and bot staff was in order for the show that was scheduled in the next thirty minutes. His nerves were on high alert since Vanesa had left earlier in the evening, leaving him to organize the last party all to himself.

The checklist [Y/N] held in his hand was a complete disaster, his eyes briefly scanning it while he made his way to the band's rooms and notify them about the remaining time.

“Thirty minutes, girls!” he exclaimed while knocking on the girl's door as he passed by. Two vague “okay”s were heard from the other side from both Roxy and Chica before [Y/N] made his way towards Freddy and Monty’s room.

Opening the door, he glanced at the clipboard before glancing up at the boys.

“Thirty minutesss-.. you guys okay?” [Y/N] inquired, furrowing his eyebrows as he glanced at the two evidently worried boys who were meandering around their room in a hurried manner.

“NO!” both of them groaned, instantly looking over at [Y/N] who just jolted at their abrupt reply. Officially walking into their room, [Y/N] closed the door behind himself and laid the clipboard on the desk that was positioned next to the door, making his way towards the two distraught boys.

“What happened? You guys were fine earlier when we were doing sound check? Why’re you all of a sudden worried?” the boy asked, sitting across from Monty and plopping down on the cushioned table. He hadn’t a clue as to why the boys were all of a sudden so nervous when they were excited earlier in the day for their performance.

After a swift moment of silence, both boys let out much needed profound sighs prior to simultaneously expressing their feelings, overwhelming the poor boy who only wanted to understand their stress.

“Okay okay, so I see it’s not just simple stage fright..” he sighed, running his hands through his hair and slouching forward. Both boys shook their heads “no”, still worried for their upcoming show.

[Y/N] went silent, thinking to himself how he could help the two of them seeing as they were obviously overwhelming their own selves with stress. After a few minutes of thinking to himself, the boy sat back up straight with an idea.

“Well, you two are obviously stressed. So, why don’t you relieve it by going to get some air on the rooftop, I’ll take the blame if you get caught by the cameras” [Y/N] suggested, turning to glance from Monty to Freddy who were both giving each other looks at the moment.

After peering back over at Monty, [Y/N] raised an eyebrow, wondering why the two boys were dead silent and only looking at one another.

“Or, you.. Could help us” Monty suggested, his once high-pitched raspy voice that was filled with anxiousness now low and mellowed, his eyes discretely filtering [Y/N]’s body. The idea that pictured in [Y/N]’s head was the same idea Monty had in mind, the boy’s face heating up instantly at the thought.

“Heh, you’re- uhm, you’re joking, right?” [Y/N] quizzed, tensely laughing under his breath as he glanced to and fro from Monty and Freddy. Looking at one another once more before peering down at [Y/N], both boys shrugged their shoulders and shook their heads “no”.

‘If it’ll help them calm down, I guess I could go along with it’ the boy thought, his breathing hitching the instant Monty glided his rough hand up his thigh, leading his fingertips to [Y/N]’s inner thigh.

“Okay, but only this one time” the boy alas agreed, Monty smirking to himself and instantly sliding his hand under [Y/N]’s thigh, gripping it harshly and spreading open the boy’s legs. All the while Freddy was making his way over to the door and locking it, [Y/N] was a heaving mess. His eyes watched Monty’s every move as the boy slid [Y/N] closer to him, finally plopping him on his thigh after pulling him off the cushion.

Swiftly spinning [Y/N] around so he faced Freddy who was making his way over to the both of them, his larger physique intimidating the boy that sat upon Monty’s lap comfortably.

“Now, why don’t you be a good boy and start riding my thigh, hm?” Monty murmured onto [Y/N]’s ear, sending chills down [Y/N]’s spine as the boy gulped. The hairs on his neck were sticking up, his entire body tense all the while Monty’s large rough hands were rubbing up and down [Y/N]’s thighs.

Gulping the lump in his throat, [Y/N] gazed up at Freddy who tenderly caressed the side of his cheek, cupping the bottom of his chin whilst his thumb gently tugged at his bottom lip, gliding the pad of it across.

With Monty resting back against the couch cushions, he laid his arms along the top of them and smugly watched as [Y/N] slowly gripped his knee, gradually starting to grind his hips against Monty’s muscled thigh. The boy’s eyes were locked on Freddy’s as Freddy opened [Y/N]’s mouth, pushing the boy’s tongue down and watching as he twitched from gagging at the feeling.

A light “hm” slipped past Freddy’s lips prior to him finally pulling his pants down and revealing his growing erection, [Y/N] feeling another chill run down his spine at the thought of it going in his mouth. Stroking himself a few times, Freddy then gripped the sides of [Y/N]’s mouth and causing him to form an ‘O’ shape with his lips.

Before he could continue, the boy spit into [Y/N]’s mouth and used his thumb to close [Y/N]’s mouth shut by pushing the bottom of his jaw closed.

“Swallow” he ordered, [Y/N] obediently listening and swallowing Freddy’s spit, the boys’ eye contact never faltering as Freddy opened [Y/N]’s mouth once more. Now spitting on his own tip, Freddy stepped closer to [Y/N] and used the boy’s bottom lip to rub the spit along his tip.

A faint groan was heard from Freddy from the tingling feeling of [Y/N]’s lips gliding across his dick. The sensation was ecstatic, Freddy wanting more and subconsciously shoving his entire erection in [Y/N]’s mouth. [Y/N] gurgled and gagged against Freddy’s dick, instantly pressing his hands against Freddy’s hips while tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

[Y/N]’s muffled noises vibrated all over Freddy’s dick, the boy moaning himself from the warmth. He entwined his fingers in [Y/N]’s hair and pulled at it, causing [Y/N] to moan himself before Freddy started thrusting his hips, sliding himself in and out of [Y/N]’s mouth.

The built up spit that sat in [Y/N]’s mouth dripped all along Freddy’s dick, coating it in [Y/N]’s saliva all the while he rode Monty’s thigh, Monty’s hands harshly gripping his sides. As [Y/N] continued to ride Monty, the red-head started bouncing his leg up and down, adding friction to the already immense amount [Y/N] felt building up between his legs.

The way he rubbed against Monty’s thick thigh had the boy’s eyes rolling back, Freddy enjoying the view as he witnessed his dick getting sucked back into [Y/N]’s mouth with every stroke he gave.

[Y/N] was desperately grasping at Freddy’s hips, his gags continuing to send chills down Freddy’s spine from the vibrations that followed after.

“C’mon, pretty boy, lemme have some” Monty uttered, gliding his hands along [Y/N]’s sides while slipping them under the boy's shirt. The red-head gently bit down on [Y/N]’s shoulder, the boy unknowingly moaning right after and causing Freddy to follow along with a moan himself.

While Monty proceeded to leave bite marks all along [Y/N]’s neck, his hands reached down to the boys zipper and undid his pants, slipping them off his legs and tossing the pants aside. Picking up [Y/N]’s lower half of his body, Monty spread the boy's legs over his lap.

Freddy, on the other hand, was roughly thrusting his dick into [Y/N]’s mouth, abusing the boys throat and enjoying the feeling of his warm embrace around his erection. The overstimulation was coursing through [Y/N]’s veins, his body trembling more as time went on.

Picking up the hems of his shirt and putting it between his teeth, Freddy bit down while reaching over and grabbing a hand mirror off the nearby vanity, smirking down at [Y/N] while flipping the mirror so he saw himself through it.

“Look at you, crying all over my dick, how adorable” Freddy chuckled through his teeth, [Y/N] staring at himself and watching with his own two eyes as Freddy sped up his pace. [Y/N]’s eyes were now rolling back and gags emitted from his chest everytime Freddy hit the back of his throat.

Monty had covered [Y/N]’s entire left side of his neck with bite marks, his hands fondling with his own pants and pulling them down to grab his own dick and reveal it. The boy leaned back once more, glancing through the mirror Freddy aimed towards [Y/N] and watching [Y/N]’s face.

The boy’s expressions fueled Monty’s erection as he stroked his dick, spit dripping from his lips and falling onto his tip while the red-head used it to lubricate himself. Before he officially slid himself into [Y/N], he reached under the boy’s thigh and pulled it to [Y/N]’s chest, using his opposite hand to thrust himself in.

The sudden feeling of Monty’s thick erection being inserted into [Y/N] caused the boy to moan loudly against Freddy’s dick, earning yet another moan from the brunette. The room was now filled with moans from all three boys back to back, everytime Monty would thrust into [Y/N], [Y/N] would moan along Freddy’s dick, causing their noises of ecstasy to bounce off the walls.

Dropping [Y/N]’s leg, Monty went back to gripping his waist and held them in a firm grasp, gritting his teeth and roughly thrusting up and down, [Y/N] bouncing on him from the force of impact.

The double penetration was overwhelming for the trembling who couldn’t help but let saliva drip from his mouth with how rough Freddy was fucking his throat. His arms felt like jello, barely being able to grasp at the brunette’s hips. Freddy was enjoying the show, Monty doing likewise as they both roughened their thrusts simultaneously, hitting deep inside [Y/N] in unison.

The sudden action caught [Y/N] off guard and the boy alas fell limp, his arms dropping to his sides while a muffled moan ran along Freddy’s dick. The boy would be lying if he said that Monty’s roughness was unmatched because Freddy was just as harsh as he was.

The boy’s mind was over crowded with pleasurable euphoria to think straight, only being able to think about how good everything felt at the moment.

“Arentcha a pretty little thing, taking both of our dicks like a good little boy” Monty laughed at [Y/N], instantly thrusting into him right after he finished his statement. The red-head filled [Y/N] up entirely with his thick erection. [Y/N] was unable to comprehend anything properly, too busy being stuffed with both dicks to focus on one certain thing.

While [Y/N]’s arms hung low, Monty took that chance to pull them behind [Y/N]’s back and use them to guide himself as he continued to fuck the boy dumb, slowly loosing himself to the pleasure and causing his thrusts to grow sloppy.

The pleasure was unbearable for [Y/N], never feeling anything like it before.

With one final thrust, both boys let out their juices inside [Y/N], a shiver yet again running down the boys spine while they each pulled out, Monty allowing [Y/N] to fall back against his chest while Freddy sat on the cushion across from them.

The idea of watching [Y/N] in a mirror still lingered within Monty’s brain, the red-head wanting more, needing to see more of [Y/N], especially in a mirror. And much to his demise, they had one in their dressing room. The realization encouraged a smirk to shape the boy’s face, instantly scooping [Y/N]’s almost limp body into his broad arms and walking them both over to the body mirror that was positioned along the wall.

Setting [Y/N] down on his feet, Monty had to keep his waist in a firm grasp due to the fact that the boy’s legs were asleep from the events they encountered a few moments ago.

Firmly holding [Y/N] up, Monty glanced at the boy through the mirror, watching as [Y/N] struggled to contain his doopy expression. Monty found it adorable how easily [Y/N] was submitting to him and Freddy’s desires, enjoying the newly made bite marks that decorated the boy’s skin.

Grabbing one of [Y/N]’s legs, Monty pulled it up to his chest and used his other hand to grab at [Y/N]’s neck, forcing the boy to watch as Monty slowly slid himself back into [Y/N].

“Look at how easy I fit in you now, some slut you are” he mumbled, roughly thrusting his hips so they smacked against [Y/N]’s ass, [Y/N] almost instantly moaning right after. His eyes rolled, back arching off of Monty’s chest all the while Monty tightened his grip on [Y/N]’s neck.

Before [Y/N] had a moment to process the feeling, Monty wasted no time in continuing his harsh thrusts from earlier, relishing in the sight of [Y/N] shaking and jolting after every time he thrusted inside him.

The boy’s mouth hung low, eyes closed with incoherent noises gurgling from his throat. The view was a sight for sore eyes, Monty locking contact with the display as he bit down on his bottom lip while roughening his already harsh thrusts.

The room was clouded in sex, all three boys sweaty from how much effort they were putting in. Freddy sat along the couch, watching the boys whilst he stroked his own erection, harsh pants escaping his lips with his chest heaving up and down heavily.

[Y/N] had sweat trickling down his face, the saliva that coaxed his chin mixing with it. Monty was similarly, except his sweat caused his mohawk to soften with the front strands sticking to his forehead. Harsh pants of air were also emitting from his throat after every harsh stroke he gave [Y/N], a groan laced in with his breaths of air.

The grip the red-head had on [Y/N] was feral, Monty’s fingertips digging into the boy’s flesh and leaving bruise marks all over his hips. With every deep stroke, [Y/N]’s head would snap back, louder moans escaping his lips each time.

When Monty saw his head tilted, he took that chance to wrap his arm around to the front of [Y/N] and grip the boy’s throat, pulling him back so the nape of [Y/N]’s neck rested atop his shoulder. The position only allowed Monty to hit the depths of [Y/N], the boy crying out in pleasure after every intense thrust that was given.

His legs were growing dumb, tingles running up the sides of them from how much Monty filled him up and the excruciating pleasure that followed with his strokes.

Tears were trickling down [Y/N]’s face, Monty smirking to himself at the sight of such helplessness. The red-head was fond of making others cry, especially if it was from how good he was fucking them.

“You wanna cum, dont’cha?” the boy prodded, his smirk growing into a toothy grin as he roughed his thrusts, now gripping onto [Y/N]’s elbows and smacking his hips against the trembling boys.

[Y/N] could barely utter a word, mind too far gone to even give a coherent response. All he could muster up were a few gurgles and a vague “mhm” sound, his reply pleasing Monty with how lost he seemed, the display fueling his ego.

“Then beg for it, pretty boy”

After the words left his lips, Monty alas gave it his all and began thrusting in and out of [Y/N] ruthlessly, giving the boy no time to react and watching in the mirror as he fell into a moaning and crying mess all over his dick.

[Y/N]’s legs had finally given out and the only thing holding the quivering boy up was Monty’s grip on his arms and how mercilessly he was pounding into him.

In one swift movement, Monty had released [Y/N] from his grasp but slithered an arm around to the front and grasped his neck again while the other cupped [Y/N]’s jaw, shoving two of his fingers down the stuttering boy’s throat.

All [Y/N] was able to do was choke against the feeling of Monty’s thick fingers filling his mouth, obediently sucking on them and watching his own self unravel into a belittling mess through the mirror.

The boy would’ve never thought he’d be in such a position, but he also wasn’t complaining due to how euphoric it all felt.

“You’re ours, ‘kay? No one else gets to see you fucked out like this, got it?” Monty gritted in [Y/N]’s ear, immediately hitting a soft spot just after and causing [Y/N] to muffle a loud moan against his fingers.

Tears coaxed his eyes, everything blurred out with his mind a haze.

Nothing made sense, but it all felt so good so [Y/N] didn’t care. He was being used, but the warmth was overbearing and ecstatic that it was the least of his worries.

Subconsciously, [Y/N] nodded his head at Monty’s assertion, submitting to the red-head with ease and causing Monty to smirk to himself.

The red-head was pleased with how [Y/N] was turning out, finding it amusing how the boy sucked him back in every time he thrusted in. Monty adored his fucked out expression, subtly noticing the bulge in [Y/N]’s stomach.

Reaching over, Monty pressed his hand against it and [Y/N] became a squirming mess, moaning against Monty’s finger as his juices trickled down his twitching legs. All [Y/N] could do was cry against the boy’s finger and coat them in more of his saliva.

With Monty now releasing his own cum, the liquids overfilled [Y/N]’s insides and dripped down Monty’s dick while he pulled out, holding [Y/N] in a firm grasp so the overwhelmed boy didn’t fall to the floor. To say Monty was pleased with the outcome would be an understatement, he enjoyed seeing [Y/N] crying just for him.

“C’mon, pretty boy, let’s get you cleaned up” the red-head whispered, scooping [Y/N]’s limp body into his broad arms and walking the boy over to the bathroom with Freddy following behind them.

© 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗓. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽.

#bjs.fnaf 🎬‼️ #freddy #glamrock freddy #freddy fazbear #monty #montgomery gator #glamrock monty #fnaf sb #masc reader #m!reader #fnaf smut #freddy smut #freddy x reader #fnaf freddy #monty smut #monty x reader #fnaf monty gator

[themusicsweetly]

A Year of Caitriona | 2017 Retrospective

2017 was an amazing year for Caitriona Balfe + her fans. To celebrate, here’s a look back at some of the incredible things Caitriona accomplished and some of the fun things Cait Fans got to enjoy!

Golden Globe Awards - Early in the year, Caitriona attended her second Golden Globe Awards ceremony as a nominee in the category Best Performance by an Actress in a Television Series - Drama. Caitriona later received her third! nomination in that category for her third season playing Claire Fraser on Outlander.

Writing - Caitriona officially added “published writer” to her résumé when she published her first ever article as part of The New York Times series “The First Time.” Caitriona also announced that she is working on her first script (about a woman in Ireland) that she is hoping to also get the chance to one day direct.

Irish and Proud! - From being honored with an Oscar Wilde Award by the U.S.-Ireland Alliance to showing off her Gaeilgeoir skills, Caitriona’s Irish roots were on full display this year ☘☘☘

World Child Cancer - As WCC’s patron, Caitriona and her fans helped raise money all year long for the life saving work being done in Ghana, one of WCC’s nine program countries. Through giveaways and raffles, campaigns, a summer-long #CaitsCaraids challenge, and countless other fundraising efforts, we have raised thousands upon thousands of pounds! Caitriona’s #IAmNotTheMeekAndObedientType shirt campaign alone raised an incredible £46,317! 

Dancing Queen - The most important discovery of 2017 may just be Caitriona discovering the wonders of the Boomerang App. And the world is a much better place for it!

Caitriona M! Balfe - Finally! During a fun game of “Do I Know You?” we learned what that mysterious “M.” in Caitriona’s name stands for. May we (properly) introduce the world to Caitriona Mary Balfe! Thanks Sam (Roland!) Heughan!

Outlander - Season 3 hit all time rating highs, something Caitriona, Sam, and the entire cast + crew of the show should be incredibly proud of. “The Battle Joined,” “All Debts Paid,” and “A. Malcolm” all hit new records in live viewership. Caitriona has already received numerous nominations for her work this season, including a Critics’ Choice Awards nomination for Best Actress in a Drama Series. From Scotland to South Africa and back to Scotland again, Outlander production wrapped up Season 3 and are already well into Season 4!

It’s safe to say that Caitriona  s l a y e d  2017! I’m extremely excited to see all the amazing things this Queen will do in 2018 and all the years to come.

Happy Caiturday + a very Happy New Year to all!

#Caitriona Balfe #Happy Caiturday #Outlander #OutlanderCast #OutlanderCastEdit #Claire Fraser #Outlander BTS #Sam Heughan #Outlander Season 3 #Outlander Promo #Writer!Cait #Dancing!Caitriona #Best of 2017 #The New York Times #Golden Globes #SamCait #Links! Links everywhere! #My Edit #There's a reason why we call her #Queen Cait #Reasons to love Cait Balfe #Flawless Cait is flawless

[blueberry-obsessed]

Trying to Choke Down the Feeling (Bubbling Up Like the Champagne on Your Skin)

Oneshot (8959 words)

The fact of the matter is, as he stands here on the Jeddah circuit, watching Max stand proud and tall on the top step of the podium, he wishes it were him. He wishes that the Monegasque anthem would play instead. He wishes that he was covered in sticky, bubbly champagne. He wishes he could feel as invincible as Max looks. Or perhaps it's none of that, maybe he just wants to stand next to Max on the podium, the Dutchman's hand on his waist while Charles wills himself to soak up some of the glory, albeit second hand. Charles wishes, but there are no shooting stars in the dark Jeddah night sky.

#finally got around to making this ahdiwbeiskw #It's very shitty and lacks the fic tags because it's almost 2 am and I'm about get a sugar crash #lestappen #lestappen fic #charles leclerc #max verstappen #CL16 #MV1 #f1 rpf fic #M's writing ☘︎

[blueberry-obsessed]

Here's a little snippet of something I've been working for, like, two days (-ish?) because I can't ever keep shit to myself

I don't know if this is exactly considered explicit sexual content (it's making out mainly), but I would stear clear of this and click off if you're uncomfortable with that sort of thing! If you do, take care of yourself and drink some water to hydrate 🩶

“Sorry, I didn’t.” She sucks in a sharp breath and licks over the side of her lip—a terrible habit that leaves her lips chapped if she doesn’t keep it in check—and mulls over the taste of a lipgloss that isn’t hers. “Could you repeat the question please?”

It comes with a practised ease, kissing Max. Running her hands along the sides of Max’s team kit, getting to feel each dip of each curve feels natural in a way few things in life ever do. It’s divine, being able to slide her hands under and up, feeling the skin there—hot and feverish—under her own. Letting Max kiss her like Max has memorised and mapped out every part of her is even better.

Max is soft with it—she always is—she rests a hand on her waist, guiding yet never demanding, draws feather-like circles with one hand, and traces up and down her spine with the other. Now that Charles thinks about it, divine doesn’t do this feeling justice—no word ever will.

She tastes even sweeter after carving up a path from the dips in her collarbone to Charles’ lips. The kiss is honeyed, eager, and messy—like Max is stealing her breath and giving her life all at once. It’s always sweet with Max—the vanilla lipgloss and the kiss both.

Thank you, M, for tolerating my bullshit. You're the best 😌🩶 Girl!lestappen has been eating away at my brain for fuck knows how long, so maybe this whole thing will be done sooner rather than later

#M's writing ☘︎ #this was going in one direction and then took ten detours #a flight to italy #and then a train to france #fucking hell I have no idea what Im doing #but its something!!! #CL16 #MV1 #lestappen

[blueberry-obsessed]

Two fics under 24 hours? By me?? Unheard of. But I did it--- here x

Personally, I think writing fanfiction as a form of procrastination is awesome because I've finally gotten a chance to finish this (thank god). I'll also make a proper post for this fic at some point, though for now this is all you guys are getting.

#this started out as a pwp and now p part of pwp is barely there!!! #god I just adore my brain #it's also not proofread #oops #lestappen #lestappen fanfic #M's writing ☘︎

[blueberry-obsessed]

Please, please, PLEASE, Tag me when you post the girl lestappen fic.

Here it is, hun! x

It's short but my brain stopped working half-way through and I wanted to get something out that wasn't just word mush

#I love you so much for being interested in this 🩶 #girl!lestappen has been eating away at my brain #it wont leave #lestappen #saviour-of-lord<3 #asks<3 #M's writing ☘︎ #CL16 #MV1

[blueberry-obsessed]

Started a Christmas fic in the middle of May (so on brand for me, honestly) here you go!! x

Blame @marieshyperf1xations for this.

#lestappen #lestappen fic #CL16 #MV1 #M's writing ☘︎

[blueberry-obsessed]

This is little gem right here (hardly a gem, more of a beaten up sand dollar) was supposed to be a part of something longer. I am an impatient human being though, so here you go!! x

Honestly, it was about time I added to this series anyway.

Also! Thank you so so much to my lovely friend and beta reader @marieshyperf1xations for proofreading this!!! Best partner in all my lestappen related crimes 🩶

#lestappen fic #lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #CL16 #MV1 #M's writing ☘︎

[blueberry-obsessed]

Got tagged by the wonderful @saviour-of-lord , and I honestly don't think I can ever stick to just two lines (I didn't last time either 😭), but yeah!

If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

“You're not fucking invincible, Max. I know you like to pretend that you are. I can't completely blame you for it because you're one of the best at what you do, and you're successful and in a stable position.” Charles jabs a finger at Max's chest. He knows he looks a bit delirious with how fast his mood visibly changed, but he can't help it. There's only so many times he can listen in on Max excuse himself during dinner to only attend another pr call. There's only so many tweets that he can see criticising every single aspect of his and Max's romantic life online, as if random netizens know everything about them.

“Charles-”

“No, shut up and listen for once! Just admit you care about what they think about you because you should." His head aches, and he doesn't want to argue, but it seems like that's the only way to get something in through his thick skull.

No pressure tags 🩶 @marieshyperf1xations @leclover @maxcuntstappen (sorry if any of you have been tagged already!) and anyone else that wants to join!!

#i know it said zero context #but this may or may not be from the fake dating thing #whoops #M's writing ☘︎ #moots<3 #saviour-of-lord<3

[blueberry-obsessed]

Thank you so much to the absolute darling @marieshyperf1xations for the tag!!

The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

“Hey, Charles.” Max chuckles a bit, whether it's directed at the French Max surely didn't understand, or the fact that Charles is standing in front of him in bright red Lightning McQueen crocs, he doesn't know.

He unconsciously swings open the door a tad further, a silent invitation for him to come in.

“Hey, Max.” Max toes off his shoes next to his own by the door and walks right on in, past his living room and straight into his bedroom. Of course, he wasn't content with sitting in Charles’ clean living room; he just had to go to the messiest room in the entire apartment. Charles can't find it in himself to care, though. His bed is much more comfier than the sofa, anyhow.

Apparently, Max thinks so too, if the way he's instantly made himself home on rumpled blue sheets is anything to go by. His head is against the headboard, skinny jeans on display. Charles thinks that he definitely needs to convince Max to invest in some baggy jeans for the sake of his own sanity. He takes a seat on the opposite end, twisting his torso a bit so he can face the other man. The atmosphere feels slightly awkward, but then Max snickers and nods towards the absurdly red crocs again.

“I can't believe that you're actually using those.” Charles gasps in offence.

“Why not?” he crosses his arms for added effect, “It would be a waste to not use them, no? Especially since they're nice and comfortable.” Max just laughs at him some more. He crosses his legs as he does so, and Charles scoots a bit closer, shakes his crocs off, and tucks his legs to the side.

“What? Would you rather I waste them?” he juts an accusatory finger in Max's direction, “You're the one that got them for me.” That doesn't help his case all that much, since Max is now cooing at him.

“Aw, did you wear them because you missed me?” And of course, that's the conclusion he draws.

The day I finish this is the day I finally succeed at doing something notable with my life. Anyhow! I'm tagging the lovely @souvenir116 (because I love your writing. Oh my god. Also, because I have no idea who else to tag), no pressure though 🩶 Anyone else that is interested, please feel free to join!!!

#M's writing ☘︎ #featuring: The Charles owning a pair of lighting mcqueen crocs agenda #moots<3 #marieshyperf1xations<3

[blueberry-obsessed]

just read everything on ur ao3 and i’m so serious it was incredible thank u for putting ur writing out there i loved it so much

Anon, you're going to make me crywtfdudethankyousososomuch!!!!

🩶💙🩶💙🩶💙 <- hearts for you!!!

#screaming crying sobbing #youre too sweet #asks<3 #anon<3 #M's writing ☘︎

[blueberry-obsessed]

The Sight of the Stars Makes Us Dream (The Moon Makes it Come True)

Ongoing

Alternate Universe - College/University || Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates || Comfort No Hurt || Fluff || They both have emotional issues || Established Relationship || Proofread but like I half-assed it a tiny bit

➵ Astrophile (1791 words)

It’s a special type of broken, he decides as he relaxes further into the carpet and lets out a shuddery breath. It’s something akin to shattered glass, glittering and sharp. Perhaps that's why the stars take pity on people like him. Maybe they enjoy seeing something pretty and glittering turn dull and dusty. Perhaps the blues and yellows are just as cruel as the reds and greens beneath them. And yet, even through all their cruelty, they aren’t alone—they don’t feel hollow. Or Charles likes stargazing but it's only ever fun when his favourite star is there.

➵ Selenophile

#I like half assed this at 2 am last night but I think it's pretty cute #lestappen #max verstappen x charles leclerc #lestappen fic #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc #max verstappen #CL16 #MV1 #f1 #M's writing ☘