#also the way he pats charlie's back on his way in; that's the reason I chose the middle gif

[vampiresinforks]

MY FAVORITE TWILIGHT SAGA SCENES III. chief's daughter (or better yet: the reason I am here today, in 2023, making twilight gifs on my silly little twilight sideblog)

#this is literally the reason I got invested in twilight #this scene right here #kudos go out to 2007 peter facinelli #also the way he pats charlie's back on his way in; that's the reason I chose the middle gif #favescenes #twilight #twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilightedit #moviegifs #cinemapix #cinematv #filmedit #filmgifs #userbbelcher #tvandfilm #* #t #carlisle cullen #carlisle

[deadghosy]

HOW THEY REACT TO CHILD READER GETTING BULLIED:

Various x GN! CHILD READER

LUCIFER

You were in your chamber holding your busted up backpack as your father comes in happy to see his little angel after school. As he walks in your room he sees your deflated attitude as it affects him as well.

“What’s wrong darling?”

Is what he says as he keeps a calm posture until reveal to him that you are getting by the kids. You told him how the teachers don’t do shit for you as they only watch you get bullied and give shitty advice for you to only ignore them and not do anything as they do stuff to you.

Well, that drives your father, the king himself, THE BIG BOSS OF HELL HIMSELF TO FUMES!

His eyes turning a flashing red as the next thing you know he poofed into a red mist.

You were confused until you heard screaming outside, you checked your big window to see your school in flames. And holy shit….the worse teacher is on fire as Lucifer chuckles saying.

“DONT FUCK WITH MY CHILD!”

He calmed down when he came back home telling you gently that you are now home schooled. He also brings you your favorite ice cream.

ALASTOR

Alastor hums walking through the hotel’s hallway until he hears sniffles of yours.

Alastor opens your door confused with a small smile to see his little doe curled up like a ball on your bed

“My doe…what’s wrong?”

The moment you mutter that you are getting picked on. They’re already dead.

Like literally he sends his shadows to kill them. He doesn’t care as long as you feel safe and sound.

He might as well home school you as well with the help of Charlie teaching you things beside him.

ADAM

I HARDLYYYYY doubt that there are bullies in heaven as heaven isn’t for sinners or such as people who act rude as hell.

But let’s just say you get bullied for not getting your wings yet and you come home mad and ashamed for even being an angel.

Adam was on his Xbox seeing his own child stomp off to their room, he raises a brow going to your room.

“Yo kiddo. What’s up with you, little shit?” He asked as he knocks on your door only for you to yell at him to leave you alone. Adam scoffs and unlocks your door pissed off.

“Who the fuck you think you’re…yelling at?” He stops seeing your tear filled face as you cover yourself under your blanket. He actually looks concerned and sits on your bed awkwardly not knowing how to comfort you but he pats your back as you nuzzle against his larger Frame of your father.

You told him what happened and he is pissed but not raged. He starts to lecture you about how you are the dickmaster’s child, so you should show them how fucking powerful you are.

He also tells sera about this so she can get them a punishment about how be a perfect angel.

CHARLIE

You straight up told her you were getting bullied for having two moms. And she took this to the principal of the school as the princess, future queen probably of hell.

Let’s say the principal didn’t give a fuck. So okay maybe she got big mad and almost spit fire at the lady in charge of your school. But she exited that school letting you treat yourself with ice cream and treats.

She decided to homeschool you with VAGGIE and the other hotel staff to teach you things they know.

“Mommy has a treat for you!”

It was the best day ever for you as you felt happy to spending time with your mom.

Maybe it won’t be bad to be homeschooled

VAGGIE

You got bullied for the same reason.

Having two awesome gay moms. Of course you told your mom straight up as she nodded scheduling to meet the kid’s parents. She’s not backing down like a pussy cause she wants to know why they want to bully her kid.

After the little conference filled of yelling and berating to the point vaggie thrown a pocket knife pass a person (pilot reference) she left picking you off fuming with steam.

Of course Charlie calmed her down and suggested you either get homeschooled or find a better school. Which VAGGIE will agree either way with one of them.

“Let’s go home kiddo. Your momma is making your favorite…”

“YAYY!”

ANGEL DUST

He obviously didn’t know what to do.

You got bullied by your peers as one of the older kids figured out that your father is an adult actor. I mean damn. You fought back saying that you didn’t care and he stilled loved you.

But then your ass got cracked and you had to tell your father

Angel dust just takes you out of school and let’s Charlie teach you things so he can figure out how to make you feel safe at another school of such

“DONT worry kid. I’ll figure a way for me to a shame to you.

“But you aren’t! I love you papa!”

HUSK

You’re getting bullied?

Bet.

Literally he isn’t gonna do shit, he is just gonna go to that school obverse and single them out for bullying his child. He doesn’t give a shit if it’s a kid as well.

He might as well be the kinda of dad that lets you fight your own battles. But he can’t let you just come home crying about how shitty your school is.

“Wanna chill with your old man?”

“Sure pops…”

PENTIOUS

Sir Pentious was bringing you cookies like the one he made for Lucifer. He hums happily with his egg boiz behind him. He walks in your room to see one of his egg boiz, Frank patting your back while you cry softly.

“DONT worry lil boss. I think you’re amazing!” Frank says as Pentious was confused and sit the cookies down. Your snake father asked what was wrong when you told him what happened after school.

Pentious pufffs out his chest as he kisses your head and leaves the hotel to talk to Charlie about this event. Charlie have a decent answer to either talk to the kids parents or homecschool at least. But Pentious felt like that wasn’t enough.

So he bombed their houses with his egg boiz as he came back to the hotel to see Frank and you eating snacks Charlie and vaggie made you to feel better. Your snake father slithered next to you and pats your head.

“Now they shall never bother you again!” *evil laughter*

#hazbin pentious #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin x you #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x child reader #hazbin vaggie #hazbin husk #hazbin lucifer #gender netural

[raginglesbian2006]

Alastor's a what now!?

Alastor x reader

A/N: I hate cats but I love cursed cat Alastor....Catastor?Calastor? Either way, I love him all the same. Also in this fic, the reader has wings :D

In all your years of living in hell and having been acquainted with the radio demon, you had never thought that you'd be able to witness something like this.

You were on an errand run. Charlie had asked you to buy some ingredients that she needed to make the "perfect breakfast" for all the hotel residents. You had agreed because you had to go buy stuff for yourself anyway.

When you returned, you sensed something was wrong immediately as you put your hand on the door handle, your other hand occupied with the bags of goods. You could hear a lot of screaming and shouting, uncharacteristically louder than usual.

You entered the hotel lobby to see a disheveled Charlie who looked as if she was at her wit's ends. Her girlfriend, Vaggie, was trying to calm her down. Emphasis on trying.

"Omgomgomg what are we supposed to do now!?" Charlie screeched as she tugged on her hair.

"Honey, you need to calm down. I'm sure we can find a solution to this....situation..." Vaggie reasoned. She looked just as frazzled and unsure of what to do.

"Charlie, dear-"

"DAD! PLEASE TELL ME YOU CAN REVERSE WHATEVER YOU JUST DID???" Charlie raced towards her father and shook him by the shoulders. The king of hell looked sheepish as he avoided his daughter's terrifying gaze.

"I mean...he'll turn back in a few...I think," Lucifer trailed off.

"YOU THINK!?!?" Charlie groaned as her already anxious state worsened. Vaggie comforted her girlfriend the best she could, albeit failing miserably.

You coughed loudly to make your presence known. The three of them turned to look at you.

"W-what... what is going on?" you asked.

Charlie's eyes started watering as she called out your name, "I-I need your help! I don't know what to do!!"

"Need my help in...what exactly?" your eyes looked over to Lucifer, who was glancing at his feet, looking uncomfortable as the seconds flew by.

Charlie could not speak anymore and she hugged you close, wailing into your shoulders. Your body stiffened at the sudden gesture but eventually, you decided to let her be, patting her back. You looked towards Vaggie for help.

"Its...Alastor..." she started, "He and Lucifer were having their daily fights as usual and Lucifer lost his mind so he may have kinda sorta...." she looked up at the ceiling, "turned Alastor into a cat."

You looked at her incredulously, "I'm sorry...Alastor's a what now?"

Charlie picked herself up from your reluctant embrace and looked at you with teary eyes, "A CAT. HE'S A CAT!"

She pointed towards the ceiling and your eyes followed soon after.

There was a creature hanging onto the chandelier- its eyes glowed a deep red and it had a frightening smile on its face. It was a red cat...that held an eerie similarity to the radio demon.

Your mouth gaped open as you registered what you saw.

"You mean to tell me...," your eyes were locked onto the creature, "That...is Alastor?"

Charlie and Vaggie nodded their heads.

"And...how did he get up there?"

Charlie swung her head around to glare at Lucifer. He averted his eyes and whistled a tune, taking a sudden interest in the wallpaper.

You got the message. It was safe to say that Lucifer had no interest in helping Alastor get down.

"Alright...I'll help get him down and...then we can talk about what to do next."

You unfurled your wings and rose into the air, slowly coming closer to where Alastor....or rather the cat was.

"Al?" you put your hands towards the cat, "It's alright, I'm just here to help you get down."

The smiling creature looked toward your outstretched hand with hesitance. You waited but he refused to accept your help.

Your eyes brightened as an idea popped into your head. During your errand run, you visited the butcher's shop and bought Alastor some raw venison. He had told you about how he liked to eat what he hunted better but you couldn't help it anyway. He looked so damn tired these days, so you decided to cut him some slack.

You called out to Charlie, "I need you to throw me something! You should find a packet of venison in one of the bags I brought in. Just fling it over to me!"

Charlie did as you asked and threw the packet towards you. You caught it with ease and tore away the packaging with your claws. You took a cut of venison and hung it in front of the creature.

"Look, Al!" you whispered, "I got you a little snack!"

The cat's tail wagged as his smile grew larger. His eyes followed the raw piece of meat very diligently. As he was distracted, you discreetly flew yourself closer to him and managed to get him off the chandelier and safely into your arms. The cat immediately pounced on the venison you held in your hand, chewing on it with a happy staticky hum as you flew down towards the duo waiting anxiously.

Charlie's smile grew as Vaggie relaxed.

"Oh, thank you thank you thank youuuuuuu!" Charlie exclaimed, "I don't know what we'd do without you!"

You chuckled, "Don't thank me yet, we still have..." You gestured towards the cat demon, devouring the piece of raw venison, " this...to deal with."

Vaggie turned towards Lucifer, "Is there really no way to turn him back to normal?"

Lucifer scrunched his brows, "I...I really don't know but... he should be back to normal tomorrow."

You put a hand on Charlie's shoulder, "It's alright. We're in this together, ok?"

Charlie sighed as she nodded her head- a tired smile graced her features.

Over the next couple of hours, you held the cat in your lap as you fed it venison.

Husk and Angel Dust had come back to the hotel, a little later, from their club hopping with Cherri, and Niffty in tow.

"Aww, who's cat is that, toots?" Angel asked as he circled around you, trying to take a better look at the new creature.

Trying to save Alastor the embarrassment, you hid his ever-grinning face and chuckled awkwardly, looking towards Vaggie for help.

"They are umm.." the ex-exorcist started, "A stray! Yes, a stray that was infested with...rabies! So you better stay away!"

Angel looked disgusted and quickly took several steps away from where you were sitting.

"Never mind, I'll just go up to my room. See ya!" Angel said as he walked away with a flourish.

Husk gruffed as he sat back down at his usual place behind the hotel bar, taking no interest in the conversation.

Niffty popped out from behind you, "You know, this kitty looks a lot like-"

You put a hand over her mouth as you giggled uncomfortably, "Hahah! I think it's time for me to go and take care of this....little thing!"

As you walked towards the stairs, you glanced at Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer, signaling them to keep quiet about this incident. They nodded their heads feverishly.

You sighed as you shut the door to your room, bending down to let the cat roam to his heart's content.

" I'm sorry, Al," you rubbed your neck, "It isn't much but you gotta stay here till this whole thing blows over."

As he looked around your surroundings, the cat paid no mind to you. His smile remained.

You flopped on the bed, stretching your arms wide over the bedsheets.

"What a wild day, am I right?" you exclaimed.

Your eyes started getting heavy and your vision darkened as sleep overtook you. The last thing you hear as you drift off to slumber is a staticky pur. You feel soft fur curl into the crook of your arm.

The next morning, you awoke to the sound of white noise close to your ear. Your body shifted slightly, nuzzling deeper into the warmth that wrapped around you. You felt a claw on your waist dig into your skin comfortably, as you sighed in contentment.

Your eyes slowly opened after a while and you were greeted with the wide glowing red eyes and the ever-present grinning smile of the radio demon.

You screamed like a banshee as you flung yourself off the bed. You could hear the white noise slowly turn into a distinct radio static. The demon who was still in your bed grumbled at the disturbance.

Suddenly you heard the door open.

"Oh god, are you ok!?" Charlie shouted, ready to fight whoever was causing you harm. Her stance faltered seeing Alastor atop your bed, still confused and in a daze.

"Alastor!" she cried as she moved closer to where he was, "Are you ok!?"

Said demon let out a puff of air, "Well, I was having a perfectly good rest, until this one," his eyes snapped towards your frame as you hid your face into the bedside, still on the floor, "decided to ruin my slumber-"

He paused. His eyes finally took note of his surroundings.

"Wait...what am I doing in...this room?"

You raised your head from your hiding place, "You don't remember?"

Alastor looked confused as his smile strained, "Remember...what...exactly?"

Charlie interrupted, laughing rather loudly, "Nothing, Alastor! Nothing at all," she glanced at you, "You were just hanging around with them and fell asleep in their room! Thats all! Right?"

You stood up, chuckling nervously, "Yes, I umm...decided to rest on the floor here...you see? Didn't want my guest to be uncomfortable!"

You thought about what he had said earlier. You had assumed he'd woken up when you saw his wide eyes looking back at you this morning, but it felt like you were wrong. Perhaps he slept with his eyes open?

Alastor let out a hum, standing up and summoning his staff, "I must say, this is quite uncharacteristic of me."

He looked at you, his smile never leaving, "I apologize for the inconvenience I caused. I truly do not know why I am so awfully tired these days."

Your eyes followed his hands as they brushed over a particular part of his coat. You wondered if this had to do something with how he disappeared amidst his battle with Adam.

"Ah well!" he exclaimed jovially, leading Charlie by the shoulder, "We should not tarry, oh not a bit longer! There is much to do!"

The door popped shut, leaving you in your lonesome. You let out a big sigh and slumped on the floor.

"What the fuck just happened?" you wondered, loudly.

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A/N: Alsoooo

Where did ya'll come from? Wowie!

Thank you everyone for your support and for liking and reblogging my fics. It means the absolute world to me!

Love ya'll to the moon and back!

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #cursed cat alastor

[scatteredskittless]

Hi! I love your writing! Would you be up for writing a fic where reader has super bad separation anxiety from Al, but he has to go somewhere without them and either Angel Dust or Husk is in charge of taking care of them/keeping them calm while he’s gone? Thanks a bunch!!! ❤️

Separation anxiety! GN! Reader x Alastor/husker?

A/n: Of course !! Honestly this has been super fun and I’m more than grateful for all the people who seem to enjoy my silly little fanfictions/headcanons, many thanks everybody ♥️♥️

Also, if you couldn’t tell from a lot of my writing, I’ve taken quite a liking to Alastor… So I get it, I love him too y’all ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Warnings: Mentions of separation anxiety, Mentions of alcohol, Alastor being Alastor so light mentions of blood and cannibalism (doesn’t actually happen)

Fluff✔️ Comfort✔️ Angst❌ Smut❌

Hope yall don’t mind a few headcanons first about this :33

📻𖤐 it’s hard to tell how Alastor would realistically react to someone being attached to him in that way..

📻𖤐 Like do I think it would bother him? No, he wouldn’t mind you tagging along wherever he went as long as you didn’t bother him too much or get in the way of things but there are just times where he requires or wants to be alone. Which is where Husker would come in lol

📻𖤐 He probably wouldn’t leave you with Angel, even if Husk wasn’t available for whatever reason he’d just get Charlie to look after you while he was away.

📻𖤐 I feel like he cares/loves in an odd way.. like he wants to tear you apart and lick up all your delicious, sweet blood but in an affectionate way??? If that makes sense?? Remember that pomegranate cannibalism metaphor that went around on TikTok for a bit there? Think that.

📻𖤐 of course, he wouldn’t do that, he wants to keep you around.

Okok I’m done yapping about silly radio man lol, onto the fic

Unfortunately, today was one of those days you couldn’t tag along with where Alastor went, he was attending an overlord meeting and obviously you not being an overlord it meant that you couldn’t go with him despite all of your protests and begging.

Before his departure, he sat you down at the bar with Husker and gave you a little pat on the head, telling you that he’d be back shortly and walking out of the hotel doors.

The grumpy cat demon poured himself a drink as he stared at you, this wasn’t exactly the first time Alastor had left him on “babysitting” duty with you and he didn’t exactly mind it. You were quite sweet for somebody who landed themselves in a place like hell.

“Where’s he off to this time?” Husker asked before taking a sip of the alcoholic beverage he held in his hand, attempting to make some form of conversation with you.

“Oh.. just some kind of silly overlord meeting…” You mumbled out a short reply whilst looking a bit glum. He simply nodded in response, setting his glass down on the bar countertop to mix you up a little something as well.

Husk didn’t understand your attachment to the Radio Demon to be completely frank with you. He and a lot of others viewed Alastor as something to fear, respect, and try to avoid contact with the best they could… so seeing someone who enjoyed his company was a foreign idea to him. But he wouldn’t judge you for it. It wasn’t exactly his business anyways and at least he seemed to treat you decently.

“Don’t stress it kid, he’ll be back soon. He keeps his promises I’ll give him that much.” Husk attempted to reassure you, giving a slight smile as he slid a drink down to you.

You smiled back weakly and nodded, taking a deep breath as you grabbed the drink he had slid over to you. You took a sip and it tasted like a screwdriver, not too bad of a drink and it would probably take your mind off of things a little bit if you had a few of them. Which was probably the goal Husker was trying to reach.. he couldn’t imagine separation anxiety to be very fun.

Later into the night once you got a few drinks in you, you started to forget all about why you were upset and/or stressed out in the first place. Chatting with Husk about random stuff and occasionally mentioning and talking about a person or two.

Husk wished there were more nights like this, more time spent with you… and who knows? Maybe you’ll be visiting the bar more often for him after tonight if he was lucky. He was pretty good at playing his cards right, after all.

(Sorry this was kinda short !! I wasn’t sure what else to write. Lmk if you guys maybe want a part two with Alastor coming back from his little meeting, I might do that :3)

Please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my fanfictions/writing/headcanons without permission ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ Scatteredskittles

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[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

CH-17: Mr. Cottontail

Masterlist

Summery:

Where you recollect more of your memories and open a bunch of trading cards. And a duo might have figured out the reason behind transformation, but we'll see.

A.n : There's going to be some heavy lore drop here. So just brace yourself a little. Also from now, the animal's dialogues will be in italics so it's easy to understand. I'll get to editing the previous chapters as well.

"I swear to god...one of these morning I'm going to have a heart attack."

You grumbled while sitting and held your head in your palm. You looked at Cherri who was in a makeshift cage made from a big plastic basket, trying to shake it and screeching. She had to learn her lesson some way. Your head was still pounding right now.

Then you looked at Husk who was trying his best to fit into the biggest shirt you had. The buttons on his chest were holding on for dear life. Honestly, it kinda made you jealous.

Husk was a black man who seemed to in his late 40's or 50's. He had black hair pulled back with white streaks on them as well as a small goatee. He had light yellow eyes that looked tired as hell. And the muscles in his hand, holy shit, it looked like he could easily carry you up like a feather. Husk was easily the best thing of this morning.

He of course also had feline features like before. A pair of black cat ears and tail adorned his form. He also had slitted black eyes. His nails were a bit sharper too.

And of course neither of you were prepared for him to transform in middle of sleeping, nobody was. God the embarrassment and confusion you felt when you opened your eyes to see an old handsome man staring at you with sleepy eyes, just as confused as you were.

You would have immediately swooned if not for the fact that you didn't know this guy and the fact he was shirtless, on your fucking bed, cuddling you.

So you did the first thing that came to your mind. You let out a loud scream and pushed him off the bed. He landed on the ground in front of Charlie and others with a big thud. "Oof, what the hell-" Cherri burst out laughing beside you. 'Now that's more like it!'

"Husk are you alright?" Charlie immediately kneeled down to check for injuries. "Husk??" You pulled the cover to your chest and looked down to see him properly. But you quickly averted your gaze when you saw he was shirtless with just a pant on. But that image will forever be engraved into your simp brain.

So after that was all over, you learnt what happened and caged Cherri. She was grounded till she learnt her lessons. You rubbed your head in frustration as Niffty brought you a cup of coffee.

"Here you go miss (Y/n)!"

You thanked her and took a sip. She still looked at you like she was waiting for something. Confused, you raised an eyebrow.

"...Do you need something Niffty?"

"You didn't pat my head." She said it like it was obvious and kept looking at you with wide eyes. You got surprised at this answer. 'She wants to be petted??' but then you remembered she was part dog now and that's probably the reason she was acting like this.

You reached out and patted her head making her smile happily as she wagged her tail. 'Adorable~' you thought in your mind.

Last night's memory was a bit hazy to you. You rubbed your head in frustration trying to remember it. Angel climbed onto the table grinning at you.

'Toots, didn't know ya were such a lightweight. Haha, but you gave quite a show last night, I'll give ya that." Niffty translated it, making you more worried. You asked her to recount the things to you. Pentious joined you since he wasn't there last night as well.

" I did what?"

Last night's memory came flooding back to you bit by bit as you listened. You, you finally petted Alastor's ears! You couldn't believe it.

'What's with the screaming, my dear?'

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You grinned as you turned to face the stag. "I finally patted you, you smiling bastard!" You mentally cheered as you looked at him with a prideful smile. Alastor felt his face get hot again at that memory and he bonked you on the head with his antlers.

"OUCH what was that for!"

After you finished eating, you drove Charlie off to the cafe. Apparently Vaggie knew how to drive so she went with you two so she could memorize the roads. Once she memorizes she could drive Charlie sometimes as well.

After waving her off at the shop, you quickly departed. You let Vaggie take the wheel this time while you gave directions. Vaggie was an excellent driver. You were quite impressed.

Charlie took a deep breath as she got dropped off and watched you two drive away." This is it Charlie. You gotta make them proud. Right, let's do this!"  she entered the store after mentally cheering herself.

"Oh hi there Charlie. Good to see you back."

Adrian gave her a warm smile as he was middle of cleaning. He put the broom he was cleaning with aside and guided her to the counter. He gave her a new apron to wear that had the cafe's name on it.

"Alright, I'll show you the ropes first time. Then it'll be up to you."

Charlie nodded and took the apron.

"Also won't you take off those horns and ears? You're in middle of work now."

She gulped, right, these weren't normal. But she hadn't practiced what to say during this. She thought it would be okay since they didn't question it before.

"Uh...can they please stay on? I promise you they won't cause any trouble!"

"Huh? Oh..okay then. I just thought it might be easier if you took them off."

Just then a ring sounded out from the door, signaling someone entered the shop. Adrian flashed Charlie a quick look while smiling.

"Come on, it's showtime!"

At evening, you went to go pick up Charlie. As Charlie was about to get into the car, Adrian called out to her.

"Charlie, wait!"

You and Charlie both looked at Adrian who rushed to you guys with a small bag.

"A small gift for your first day at work." He handed Charlie the bag and grinned.

"There's a piece of strawberry cake inside. Have a safe return home."

Charlie delightfully thanked him and got back into the car. While you were driving she told you about her experience which you listened to happily. It seemed like the day went pretty well. Even though there weren't much customers, Charlie enjoyed her time there. Plus from what you heard and saw, Adrian seemed to be a good boss.

The next day, you drove Charlie again as Vaggie sat with you. Pentious joined you this time as some of his works were done. Husk came as well to buy some clothes and as well as take a look at the human world. During the drive, Husk remembered something.

"Hey kid, I forgot to ask you this before but who the hell is cottontails?"

Those words hit you like a lightning as you brain started to overwhelm with memories. It's been a long while since you heard that name.

"W-where did you hear that name?"

"When you were holding me a day ago. You whispered you missed whatever it was."

"That was my pet bunny...I lost him when I was six. That night, my parents had a huge argument after dinner and we moved to my uncles house the very next day. In the end, I never knew what happened to it."

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You weren't allowed to keep pets when you were a child. Your dad claimed it would be a waste of time and it will take your attention away from your duties. One day, while you were walking outside on your lawn, you stumbled across a small frail baby bunny. There was only one and it looked like it didn't even have the energy to move. After looking around, you found no signs of any other rabbits around.

You found yourself in a pickle. Your heart cried to take it home and care for it. But another part of you warned that if your father found out, you'd be in big trouble. You picked up the small thing, lost in thought and whispering "What am I going to do with you little bunny? "

The bunny moved a little and sniffed your hand, making your heart swoon. You decided immediately "Heck with it! Having a small bunny will be fine! Plus they won't make any noises like kitties or doggies! I can do this! I'll just need to be careful!"

The bunny again stopped moving in your arms and seemingly fell asleep. Your eyes glazed over it, trying to think of a name.

"I think I'll call you....mr.cottontails!"

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Several months went by after getting mr.cottontails. You kept him under your bed. You always cleaned your own room by yourself so it wasn't a problem. You would let him run around your room once you locked the door and quickly hide him when someone was coming. Your dad was quite suspicious at how you looked so cherry recently but didn't question it. On the other hand, your mom was quite happy with this change in you.

Then one day, while you were on your way to your room after finished studying with your tutor, you spotted your dad. He seemed to be amused by something. He spotted you as well and gave you a smile.

"Isn't it a nice day today? Are you doing alright (Y/n)?"

You were taken aback by his sudden change of attitude but nodded and said everything was fine. Something was clearly wrong, you could feel it in your gut.

You rushed to your room after that and looked for your rabbit. It was gone... "Cottontail? Mr.cottontail??" You called out yet you couldn't spot the familiar ball of fluff running towards you like usual.

You spent the rest of the day trying to find him but no avail. There was no sign of him anywhere. And you couldn't even ask anyone else if they've seen him cause you're not supposed to have one in the first place.

Then your mind went to your father earlier, it had to him! That's why that damn man was smiling at you.

At dinnertime, you were fighting to keep your tears from coming out. You couldn't afford to let yourself be broken in front of him. You knew that he knew about you knowing what he did. He was just waiting for you to burst so he can properly punish you for going against his rules.

While your mom was serving you the stew for that night's dinner, she could sense something was wrong.

"(Y/n) dear, is everything alright?"

"Y-yes, mom, everything's fine. Don't worry."

"Of course everything's fine with her. (Y/n), today's stew is extra delicious, go ahead and try." Your dad said from across the table, grinning at you. You couldn't bear to look at this man's face properly. The rest of the dinner was quiet with you almost crying in the middle.

After you finished eating, you went straight to your room and locked the door and started crying. Sometime later, you heard your parents fighting over something. You pulled a pillow over you head to stop hearing to those as you sobbed harder.

You hated this. You hated screaming and fighting. You hated living here. You hated your dad. You hated it, hated it, hated it.

You wanted to go out and be with your mom. But you knew better then to do that. The last time you did, you just made things worse. You don't know after how long, it could have been several minutes or several hours, but your mom knocked on your door to tell you to pack and that you're leaving. The rest of the time went down in a haze and before you knew it, you both were standing in front of your aunt's house.

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After dropping off Charlie, you and Pentious went around shops to try and resell those fixed products and let Vaggie show Husk around a little. You successfully managed to resell some of the products.

After that, you bought some cloths for the bartender. Husk had been nagging you nonstop to buy some booze since the beginning. So you did, but you made him use his puppy eyes first. Husk hated every second of that but he swallowed down his pride for booze. He was too far gone at that point.

After coming home, you received a delivery of the cards you ordered. You immediately got down to opening them after squealing in happiness.

"Please give me an Alastor card.. please give me an Alastor card..."

"You really want Alastor's card that badly?" Charlie said laughing and sitting next to you.

"Of course I do! He's my favourite character!" You mumbled while collecting the packs from the box. Suddenly you could feel eyes on you from the back. You sighed.

"Alastor I can feel your smugness from here, stop it." You turned around at the deer behind you.

'I didn't do anything dear. I'm just standing here and observing ' Alastor had shit eating grin in his face. 'Though I am very much charmed you consider me as your favourite.'

"Someone tell me what he's saying. I know he's enjoying this too much." You picked up a pack and finally opened it.

Niffty translated it for you. "Yeah well I liked you better when you were in a cartoon, not annoying my ass off."

The first holo card you got was of Charlie's. Charlie's face lit up seeing it and immediately showed it to Vaggie. You got Angel, tom treanch and a new character called lute in too. After opening  three more packs, you were presented with holo Angel, Vellevette and razzle and dazzle. And you also found an ultra rare card of Lilith. Yet there was no sign of Alastor.

You were lucky enough to get normal cards for most of the cast present with you though. You handed them their own cards. Sighing you picked up the final pack and looked Alastor dead in the eye.

"You better be in here deer boy."

'Oh she means business this time angie.' Cherri chuckled leaning onto the spider. 'yeah and this shits hilarious to watch.' Both of their own cards were in front of them. Angel with his holo card and Cherri with the normal one.

"Is that a fucking condom you're holding there?" Husk was leaning down looking at Angel's card while pointing at it. Angel shot him a smug grin while wriggling his eyebrows. 'Yeah, it is. You like what you see here kitty?'

Husk didn't say anything and just knocked Angel away with a flick of his fingers. The corner of his lips turned up seeing how easily he can move angel away now.

'What, hey! What the fuck Husk?!'

"You deserved it."

With your heart pounding, you opened the last pack and pulled out the holo one. Others looked at you eagerly to see your reactions.

"I fucking got Alastor! Let's go!"

You jumped up on your bed from the excitement, surprising everyone.

"Look! Look! Alastor it's you!" You practically shoved the card in front of his face, making him take a step back. Before he could see clearly you took back the card to see it again while fangirling.

"Look at my little boy with all these creepy symbols around him! He's so pretty!" You were so happy that you couldn't care less that the real Alastor was right in front of you. Until Alastor nudged you on your head with his antlers and grabbed the card with his teeth.

"Hey, give it back!" You streached your hand to grab it but he turned around and placed the card on the table before you could do anything. He finally took a good look at his card. 'Hm, not bad.' You finally went to the table and snatched it back.

After you carefully stored the cards, you began preparing dinner while humming. Angel and Cherri was lazily sitting on the counter while looking at you.

'Hey Angel, how come we didn't transform yet? It sucks being in this form..'

'You tell me toots. That snake boy and kitty cat got to transform before I did. Now that's some bullshit right there.'

'There's gotta be some kinda link somewhere right?'

'There have to be! Wait..if we think about it... when they all transformed...they were all with (Y/n) right?'

'Shit, Angie you might be onto somethin'

You gave the guys their food. You had to drag Husk to the dinner table since he was passed out drunk on the couch. You called Pentious from outside as well. Recently he took on a new task. He volunteered to fix the shitty wooden sofa set you had. You were truly grateful for that.

During dinner, Cherri climbed on top of your right shoulder and Angel on left. You paused eating to look at them with confusion.

'We decided that we want to stay as close to (Y/n) we can from now on!'  Cherri said making everyone squint their eyes at them.

"Uh, guys...can y'all tell me what they're saying?"

Charlie translated it for you making you even more confused.

"But why?"

'Because we want to!'

Everyone just shook their head thinking this pair was just being their usual chaotic self. But you realised they weren't joking when you went to sleep and they both cuddled up to you, declaring they'll sleep there. Normally you'd think this was cute, however there were two problems.

One, is that, you might move in your sleep and accidentally squish these small creatures. Especially Angel.

Two, they were laying on your chest....

"Angel..Cherri...can I ask why you decided THIS would be a good place to sleep on?"

'What? Ya got nice pair of tit's and they make a nice pillow.'

'Plus Husk slept too did't he?'

Niffty who was sitting beside you translated it making you go blush madly. You quickly shoved them both away and pulled the cover closer to yourself.

"Fuck no. Pervert! I was drunk that time! Either sleep on a pillow next to me or get out of my room!"

At last they both slept next to you after you scolded them for some time. Next two days went the same way. Angel and Cherri were with you everywhere. They even tried to sneak into your shower before you found out and kicked them out. Currently they were both sitting on top of your kitchen counter, munching on nuts and fruits lazily. Husk was making himself a burger currently.

'Nothin's working...where did we go wrong?'

'We definitely missed something. Our plan was bulletproof! We're just missing one key point...'

'We spent the whole last two days with 'er twenty four hours. I think we have seen and know everything about her already! We even know how she almost cried while editing her news'

'Or how she tilts her head when she doesn't understand something?' Cherri piped in.

'or when she sings when she thinks no one was listening.' Angel said laughing. 'Oh her face is priceless when she gets caught. She still sometimes forgets that she lives with a whole bunch of demons now.'

'Have you noticed the BL manga's of her's-'

They continued chatting like this for a while, pointing out small details that you do, things that you like or dislike and laughing amongst themselves.

'Haha...that girl really is something..'

'Yeah, She's completely my type.'

'Ya might want to confess quickly then. Otherwise I might just steal her first ' Angel said winking. Cherri scoffed and bumped him with her tail.

'Hey what gives? I thought you were gay?'

'I am, But who am I to resist a sweet thing like her. She's an exception.'

' You already have Alastor and Husk to fawn over. Leave (Y/n) to me bastard.'

'No can do sweetheart. First come, first serve'

They both looked at each others eyes for a second then burst out laughing. It might seem like they were joking from the front, but they both knew they were seriously attracted to you.

Suddenly they both got engulfed in golden light. Husk stopped in the middle of biting his burger and looked at them wide eyed. Now in place of the spider and the squirrel, there were two humans.

Angel and Cherri looked at each other, wide eyed. Angel opened his mouth first.

"Shit I think I know the key behind transforming!"

A.n: Now I know there are tons of fanarts of human Husk with White skin but I'll always headcannon Husk as a black man, the same colour as his VA. And I'll die on this hill defending that.

Plus it's refreshing to have different veraites of race and colour presented (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

Also might go on a little break since some of my important college exams are coming up. Hope ya enjoyed the chapter ~

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[kelppsstuff]

Bickering

Masterlist

Warnings: sex, cussing, p in v, oral, orgasm denial. Fast pace(?)

Summery: Lucifer is tired of your mouth.

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Lucifer didn’t know why he kept you around. Truth is, he could fire you at any moment. He did let any of his employees be disrespectful to him, well any besides you. You were the only person who could pull his prideful head out his ass.

You had been his assistant since before Lilith left. You took an active part in helping Charlie grow up when her parents got too busy. Lucifer thought that maybe that was the reason he kept you around, his daughter was attached to you. But he knew that wasn’t the real reason.

The real reason was he craved your fire. You had a sparky with everything you did. You did it because you wanted to, not because you were told too. Even if Lucifer would give you a pile of paper work and you weren’t in the mood for writing, you would make HIM do it.

Every-time you said something to piss him off he thought of ways to shut that pretty mouth of yours. One day it was going to get you in trouble.

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Lucifer smiled as he finished his latest duck. It was a duck that could pour wine by twisting it’s beak. Though his joy didn’t last long. It didn’t satisfy his creativity. He threw the duck towards the door only for it to open. He watch as the duck hit you in the forehead. That was satisfying.

“Wow what a great use of your time.” Your sarcasm was the first to break the silence. “Certainly a lot more fun.” He started to walk to you. “Tell me do you know what fun is?” He inquired. The more he thought of it, he never saw you leave the house.

“Don’t even go there old man.” You rolled your eyes and you gave him a file of the meeting he was supposed to attend in thirty minuets. “You’re pretty old too, you know?”

“Still younger than you.”

“Just makes me smarter.”

“So sure?”

There it was the last fucking word. You’d always win in these feuds. It pissed him off royally.

“Tell me sweetheart, why are you still here? Are you obsessed with me?” The angel raised his brow to the sinner.

“Oh totally. Wanna hear my best pick-up line?” That spiked his interest. “Did it hurt when you fell? From heaven?” Lucifer smirked thinking he finally had you. “Yea actually.”

You patted his cheek. “Good.” You went to turn away but he was fucking over you having a smart mouth.

He gripped your wrist and leaned your face to his. He grabbed both your cheeks in his other vacant hand. “The next time you talk back to me I’ll put a collar around this pretty neck if yours. Then you’d really be a bitch.”

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, but also down south. “I’d like to see you try.” That fucking done it.

Red smoke surrounded the two of you and when it faded away it reveled his bedroom. He started to walk to the bed. “Follow.” He commanded. But you still wanted to be a brat. “No.” He stopped and slowly turned to you. His eyes glazed over and turned dark. A red collar with a chain attached to it form around your neck. He used his magic to pull you towards him. You had no choice but to follow.

He sat you on the edge of the bed and put to t fingers to your lips. “Suck.” His voice still commanding. This time you’d made the right choice and did as he asked. Slowly and sensually sucking them to his heart’s content. “Look at who can be a good fucking girl.” Your clothes felt suffocating. You went to peel off you shirt but he stopped you. “Ask me.”

You looked at him like he was insane. “Excuse me?”

He leaned his head down to you. “I said fucking ask me. And I suggest making it sweet.” You looked to his lips and brushed against them with your own. For the brief moment you felt them, they felt soft, inviting, and most of all; irresistible.

“Please Lucifer.” You continued to stare at his lip. “Please what?” You looked up into his eyes. “Please let me strip for you.”

He lifted you up off the bed and took your spot. “Then go ahead.” You slowly removed your top. Once it was removed one strap of your red bra fell of your shoulder. You moved onto your pants and shimmered them down your long legs. Leaving you in quite the erotic view. Eyes blown in lust, only wearing a bra that looked his your breast we’re going to spill out, and a thong so thin Lucifer could rip it with his teeth.

“Come here darling.” You walked, swaying your hips with every step. You stood in between his legs and helped him removed his dress shirt. He was quite the eye candy shirtless. You sat onto his lap and let you sit there.

“Look at you grinding against me like a fucking slut.” He growled out as he twisted y’all around. You laying your back against the bed and him on top of you

And just like thought Lucifer ripped the thong with his teeth. He used the same fingers you sucked and started to rub your pussy. You wetness filling the silence along with your moans.

He pushed two fingers into you. “Lucifer!” He loved how you cried out his name. Like he was your god, and in this moment he was.

He placed his mouth on your clit next. Lapping up all your juices. Like a fucking starved man and you were his last meal. You were fucking insatiable.

Your thighs tighten around his head but he didn’t push them apart. He wrapped his arms pulling them tighter instead. He loved fucking drowning in you.

You tightened around his fingers and It wasn’t much longer until you felt that coil ready to snap. “Fuck! Lucifer! Fuck I’m going to cum.” You cried out desperate for that relief of release and just when you were about to get it, he flipped a switch. He removed his finger and pushed your thighs away. Removing his mouth in the process.

You whined. “Please!” He just laughed — it coated with a rasp of strain — and shook his head. “You expect this to be so easy after your fucking mouth.” He pinched your clit at the last words.

You whined even louder. “Please please please.” He hummed in thought as he placed his mouth back onto your heat.

You were quick to wrap his head with your legs. You gripped his hair and pushed him farther into you. As if that was possible.

He moaned into as you pulled harder and you felt that coil again, ready to snap. Though just like before he denied you.

“No!” You could feel tears forming, you just wanted the release he’d denied you oh so many times now. “I’ll do anything please.” Lucifer started to suck and leave hickeys on your thighs while you pleaded for him to do something to you.

Once he was satisfied with his art work he was back to your pussy. Giving it the attention it oh so needed. This time as you felt your end near he let it happen. And fuck did he play it out for as long as he could.

By the time you came down from your high hr twisted you around and raised your ass into the air. “We’re not done yet, my pet.” You didn’t know when he removed his pants and briefs but you felt his tip rub up and down your folds. You whined, it was sensitive but you felt like you needed it. “Please fuck me.”

He gave you a sharp and hard thrust. He wasn’t gentle with you. This was a punishment.

His hand prints on your hips started to darken. But he didn’t care about the bruises if anything it made him even more ravenous. Your next orgasam came out of no where.

Lucifer turned you around and was immediately back in you. He never wanted to leave the safe wall of your tight cunt.

He took this new position to leave marks — just as he did with your thighs — all over your neck.

You could feel him twitching inside you and it all happened so fast. You next release hit you like a fucking train as he drained all his cum deep into you.

When you both came down from the high hall pulled away from each other. Each sweaty and smelling like sex. “I should be a brat more often.” You were the one to speak first and it caused him to groan.

“The point was for you to fucking learn your place.” He turned to you and you turned to him.

“I know my place.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Right here. In this bed with you. Always.” Your eyes shined as you spoke to him.

He smiled at you as he couldn’t agree more. He grabbed your cheek and brought y’all’s lips together. Each of you smiling like idiots. “For once you’re right.”

“Shut the hell up.”

And your lips were back onto his.

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HIIIIIIIIII I thought I’d give y’all this quick One-shot while some of y’all wait for one of the final parts in “how long.”

I hope you enjoyed this, I don’t really right smut much but I’m proud of this.

- kelp 💛

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[thefrontofmymind]

No More Hiding; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

REQUEST: Can you make a joe quinn x reader where at the st4 premiere the reader is sweet with the kids like millies sister and she dsnces with her and also with the kids of the cast even when if yhey are grown upd now and he loves you even more snd wants to have kids so at home he talks about kids and the reader always wanted them so they try for months and when they are promotijg st4 with jamie the interviewer notices the belly and thdy announce it? :) - @kellysimagines

a/n: so this changed,,, a lot? when i was writing it,,, sorry idk how that happened but i had an idea and ran with it, hope that's all good! any feedback is welcome, as always. kisses!

SYNOPSIS: Joe and costar!Reader are having a baby, but it's still quite early. Luckily the one, the only, Jamie Campbell Bower is a great secret-keeper

WARNINGS: pregnant reader, the start of a panic attack, that's basically it

It was a very exciting night, the world premiere of Stranger Things 4. Everyone in the cast was together on the red carpet–and had been for about an hour now–doing interviews and posing for photos–and you were beginning to get very tired. Though you had a good reason–you were about twelve weeks pregnant, and it takes a lot out of a person to have to grow a whole new body inside of them.

You stood next to your partner, Joe, with Charlie on the other side of you as you all posed for a big group photo. You tried not to let your fatigue and nausea show on your face, but Joe could tell, having seen the look on your face quite frequently for the last couple months.

“You alright?” he whispered, sneaking a glance at you.

“Yeah, just feel like I’m going to be sick,” you whispered back to him. You hadn’t told anyone apart from your close family yet, you wanted to wait as long as you could–you always preferred privacy in your relationship, and this pregnancy wasn’t any exception.

Joe intertwined his fingers in yours, hidden from the view of the cameras. “I think we’re almost done, love.”

And you were; within minutes, all the photographers crowded in front of you were satisfied with their shots, and you were being directed inside the reception hall that the screening of the first two episodes would take place in. There were drinks and nibbly bits inside while you waited, though you had a feeling that if anything went into your stomach it would just come right back up again, and of course, you couldn’t have a drink–Joe was also not drinking out of solidarity, knowing you already missed having your vodka sodas only a third of the way through your pregnancy.

Everyone still mingled before taking their seats, though you and Joe mostly kept to yourselves in a corner, until Jamie sauntered over to you, a big smile across his face. The three of you grew quite close over the many months making the season–Joe and Jamie bonded very quickly, and with you and Joe together, you were brought along with it all.

“And how are these lovebirds going?” he asked, settling at the cocktail table you were standing at. He looked at the tabletop with a furrow in his brow. “Not drinking tonight, guys? Not like the both of you!”

You let out a nervous laugh, as Joe put a hand on your back, feeling your anxiety as well. During the handful of times the three of you went out for dinner, you’d been known to love a good drink or two or five, so it was definitely an adjustment having to go cold-turkey, and apparently it was noticeable.

You didn’t know what to say for a second, there was an awkward silence between the three of you. You looked to Joe, who was looking right back at you. You had a moment of silent communication, Jamie just watching your non-verbal conversation.

“I’m-I’m,” you stuttered. “I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby!” 

Immediately Jamie lunged forward to engulf you in a hug. “Congrats?” he asked, just to be sure, to which you and Joe both nodded enthusiastically. “Congrats! Oh my god!”

He parted from you and gave Joe a hug too, complete with a couple hearty pats on the back, the ‘lad side’ of both of them coming out.

“It’s still pretty early so we’re not really telling many people yet…” Joe told him, a sense of urgency in his voice.

“No worries, mum’s the word-literally, I suppose!” Jamie joked. “Oh, I’m so excited for you two! Are you still coming to Brazil?”

Netflix was sending the three of you to Sao Paulo for a few days in the coming weeks to do some interviews over there–the higher-ups figured it was a good decision when they found out just how much time you’d all been spending together.

“Of course!” you almost yelled over the chatter of the rest of the room. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, might even have a bump by then!”

Without a moment’s notice, you were all called to your seats to continue the rest of your night. You were glad to be sitting, since your feet had begun to swell–one of the joys you knew was just beginning.

And it was, by the time you and Joe were sat in business class on a flight from London to Sao Paulo, you swore your feet and hands were almost double the size they were just the week beforehand, however you’d finally gotten out of the ‘exhausted and nauseous all the time’ phase, and were in the ‘strong hair and nails and finally have that pregnancy glow everyone goes on about’ phase.

You tried to recline your seat as much as you could to get some rest–much more than you would’ve been able to in economy class–but you were still uncomfortable. The baby had begun to move in the past few weeks, and as much as it gave you butterflies every time you felt movement in your abdomen, it was beginning to get old when you just wanted some rest for Pete’s sake!

Joe was in the seat next to your’s, headphones on, watching some movie he’d downloaded for the flight, but you could see his gaze fall to your bump–which was now getting rather impossible to hide–every few minutes. You signalled to him to take off his headphones, which he did, swivelling slightly in his seat to face you as best he could, with a questioning look on his face.

“I can’t sleep,” you said in a hushed tone, to not disturb the rest of the plane. “Babe keeps moving and I can’t get comfortable.”

Joe grabbed your hand with one of his, placing his other hand on your bump–slowly rubbing small circles. He shuffled down a little so his face was level with your stomach.

“Hey kid, you have to let your mum sleep, alright?” he whispered, making you giggle. He looked back up at you. “How about when we get to the hotel, I run you a bath and make it all relaxing and me and Jamie will go out and meet fans so they don’t bother you, hmm?”

He always knew what you needed–and he was being extra attentive during your pregnancy, you don’t think in the past four months you’d know about your pregnancy, you’d opened a car door for yourself, or pulled out your own chair, or carried any heavy bags. He was simply being the perfect future dad, and it made you so excited to see what he would be like when the baby was born.

The rest of your flight didn’t go great–you didn’t manage to get a wink of rest during the entire eleven and a half hours you were in the air–but Joe kept to his promise and after an hour of customs and immigration, then travelling to your hotel and checking in, he’d drawn you a warm bubble bath, dimmed the lights, and let you relax.

“Jamie’s just gotten here so I’m going downstairs,” Joe said to you, reading a text on his phone. “Are you gonna be alright by yourself?”

“Yes, Joe,” you answered, floating in what felt like a rose-scented cocoon. “I’m pregnant, not three years old.”

Joe just laughed, giving you a quick peck, before leaving with his phone, wallet, and one of the room keys. You didn’t do much for the rest of the afternoon, though you did manage to finally get a quick nap in. You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but when you woke, Joe was back and you noticed the sun was beginning to set, so it had been a couple hours, at least.

“Hi, darling,” Joe said in a soft voice. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you groaned as you stretched under the covers. “Still a bit tired but better. How’s Jamie?”

“He’s good…good,” Joe was still wearing the jeans and white button-up he’d changed into when you’d finally gotten to the hotel room. “He wanted to go out for dinner, but I said I’d leave it up to you, see how you’re feeling. We were just thinking the restaurant in the lobby if you’re feeling alright?”

You hadn’t eaten since you were on the plane, and even then that could barely count as a meal–you did feel a sort of ache in your stomach, and you figured you could go out.

“That sounds good, just give me like twenty minutes to get ready…” You got out from under the covers of the bed, stretching again once you were standing, before going to your suitcase which laid on the floor, to look for an outfit.

“I’ll let him know to meet us in twenty in the lobby,” Joe said with a smile.

You quickly got dressed–just onto something comfortable that would keep you cool enough in the humidity–before you made your way down the hotel lobby with Joe, hands swinging in between you as you walked. It wasn’t hard to spot Jamie standing out near the doors of the ‘restaurant front’–with how tall and lanky he was, not to mention the fact that he was dressed head-to-toe in all black–a very ‘him’ look.

He noticed you and Joe as you slowly made your way over to him, meeting you halfway to engulf you in a big, bear hug.

“Hello, dear!” he exclaimed with a big smile, mid-hug, before pulling away. “Look at you! You’re practically glowing!”

“‘ts good to see you too!” you said, feeling a warmth creeping up your neck at the compliment–Jamie was always full of them, and he never hesitated to let someone know when they looked great. “‘ve even got a bump now!”

You placed an arm underneath the small bump on your abdomen to highlight it, to which Jamie gasped before placing a hand on you–but not after looking to you with a questioning look–asking if he could touch you.

“You two are gonna be parents, my goodness!” Jamie laughed, as you and Joe did too.

“Shall we then?” Joe asked, pointing to the restaurant with his one free hand–your’s still holding his other one in a vice-like grip, as usual.

The rest of the night was great–filled with good food and lots of laughs, before your crashed at the end of the night in the fluffy bed you’d be calling your’s for the next few days, in the arms of the man that you loved the most in the entire world.

It was an early start the next morning, being whisked away in the wee hours of the morning to get hair and makeup done, as well as to organise an outfit for your day chocked full of interviews with Joe and Jamie. The stylist Netflix had sent to Brazil with you–Sarah–had a room with a rack full of different options for you to choose from, but you were still nervous about the whole ordeal.

You’d let it slip to her that you’d need some room in the belly region, and she seemed to understand at the time, but now as you looked at the different outfits, all of them looked tight-fitting and it unnerved you that you’d have to soon share a very private part of your life with the world, seemingly against your will.

It was all getting too much, you couldn’t breath, and the room was starting to spin. As quick as you could, you stepped out into the hallway outside, phone in hand and already dialling Joe’s number, even though he was in the same building as you, getting ready in a room just down the hall.

“Love? What’s up?” he asked as he answered the phone, a level of concern in his voice that you’d never heard before.

“I’m just-” there was a lump in your throat that you had to struggle against, that you didn’t know was there at first, you voice came out in a hushed whisper. “I’m not sure I’m ready to tell everyone about the baby, it’s too nerve wracking.”

“Oh, darling…” Joe started as he heard the beginnings of sobs waver in your voice. “We don’t have to yet if you don’t want to, but I think we’re going to have to eventually right? And we’re in Brazil of all places! How fun is that party tonight going to be if we don’t have to keep this big secret, hey?”

You thought for a moment, letting out a sigh. He was right–the story alone of telling the world about the family you were making in Brazil would be pretty cool….

“No more hiding,” was all you said to him.

“There we go!” he jokingly cheered, making you laugh and easing your worries. “I’m just about ready so can I come see you?”

“Yeah, I still need to get dressed, but I guess you could come hang out with us…” you answered, absentmindedly rubbing your bump–a habit you’d only noticed you’d picked up in the past week or so.

Joe didn’t even answer you, just hung up the phone and all but sprinted down the short hallway to where you were standing. He also didn’t say hello, just pulled you to him, arms over your shoulders as he placed a kiss against your cheek–that cheeky grin of his on full display.

In a matter of about thirty minutes, you’d gotten ready, and yourself and Joe were sat in your seats, waiting for Jamie ‘the drama queen’ to finish getting ready so he could join you. You didn’t have to wait long, you amused yourself by chatting with your boyfriend.

“I think the babe’s a girl…” he said, almost out of the blue, looking at you with wide eyes and an equally wide grin.

“You think?” you questioned. “What makes you think that?”

“I don’t know… I just get a vibe!” Joe laughed. “But I’d be happy with a boy! Just want a baby that’s happy and healthy…”

You hadn’t thought too much about it yet, whether you were carrying a boy or a girl–it was just one and ultrasounds made sure of that, and all your current tests came back showing they baby was healthy and growing exactly as they should be, which is all that concerned you for the moment.

“Hello, hello?” you heard a voice call out–Jamie–as he entered the room, wearing sunglasses with a hot coffee in hand. “Sorry, am I late?”

You quickly jumped out of your seat, as did Joe, to give Jamie a hug.

“Showing off the bambino today, huh?” Jamie asked as he took a look at your outfit. “Come on, give us a twirl, you two!”

You and Joe both jokingly spun around to show off your outfits to Jamie, the three of you laughing–it was good, to jake around after a stressful morning, the two Brits made you feel at ease in yourself.

“We’ve-uh-we’ve decided we’re going to start telling people about the babe,” Joe said, placing a hand around your back in on your opposite hip.

Jamie excitedly told mused congratulations–again to the both of you–giving you both a big hug each, before the three of you settled in your seats, about to start a big, new part of your life.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn drabble #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn fic

[smooth-perceval]

“Merde, I love her.”

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Charles and reader are best of friends, always flirting and joking but always swore never to date. Charles then realises he loves her and doesn’t know how to act around her.

Warnings: Swearing, friends to lovers, pure fluff, Google translate, no proof read.

Key: Y/N (Your name), Charles and reader have been friends for about 6 years.

Word count: 4,068.

A/N: I got a bit lost half way through this- idk some parts seemed rushed but we are just rolling with it, hope you enjoy! 🖤

Y/N P.O.V:

Me and Charles was like two peas in a pod, when together we was in our own world. If one of us was somewhere the other never too far. We’ve been like this for the most of our 6 year friendship, the only thing to ever get between me and Charles was ‘Girlfriends’ and ‘Boyfriends’.

That being said truthfully I would say that was jealousy on both parts, we both had the same mentality Charles was my only closest friend, he was mine first before any other girl, and prioritised before any of the boyfriends I had- you could blame that on the reason they never lasted more than a few months.

Each boyfriend had their own way of blaming my Charles, but it wasn’t his fault that I chased him around like a love sick puppy. Charles wasn’t to blame that I had this burning crush on him since 6 years ago. That’s my own doing, but I also squashed them feelings when I learned that we can be friends and nothing more- because I couldn’t risk losing someone like him, I always say, having someone like Charles in your life is better than no Charlie at all.

“Y/N?” Snapping my head up from the floor in front of me, stood there was a very concerned Charles. Face still red from free practice, hair damp and pointing in every direction, his overalls opened but not off his shoulders and yet he still looked good.

“Yeah? Sorry- did you say something? How was the car?” I took my purse off my lap standing up and placing it back on the chair behind me.

“It was okay- are you okay?” Tilting his head slightly, he let his hands rest on either shoulder, eyes laser focused on my face like he was trying to read whatever I was thinking about.

“Oh I’m fine- I just zoned out that’s all.” Waving him off with a smile, my hand then come up to pat his chest before moving away. One thing I have noticed about that little “crush” I had months ago- I cannot be in close proximity with Charles otherwise the need for him only grows. So I made a rule, keep Charlie at a arms distance, that way I can’t notice the little details in his skin, or the way his cologne smells stronger when I’m on his right side compared to his left you know the little things you tend to notice when your whole world revolves around one person…

“Okay-” Charles was right behind me as I walked towards the car examining it myself. Like I had any idea what I was looking at or saying, it really only was for a distraction. Cause I will think about him constantly and them white fireproofs his got on, then it’ll wander to what’s underneath...

Eye rolling to myself I leaned to look inside the car. “So how was the car?”

“I said- it was good chérie, we’ve got good pace so… hopefully a good weekend” (Darling) Smiling he stood next to me also looking in the car.

“What you looking for?”

“Charles… I have no idea.” Laughing we both moved away as I went to grab my belongings. “I’m gonna go change and stuff then we can go out?”

I nodded pulling the bag strap onto my shoulder “d'accord, I’ll be around” (okay) gesturing around me we both exchange a smile before Charles ran off.

Humming to myself I take a slow walk down pit lane, some drivers doing exactly what Charles is, some speaking to their team and some having a wander also. And to my luck, I bumped into lovely Lando.

“Hi Landiniho” he spun around his smile then disappeared into a scowl. “Oh it’s you.” I shook my head laughing a little as he then pulled me into a tight hug. “Has Charles kept you hidden all day or what?” Shaking my head again I pulled back from the hug. “I’ve been in my own world all day truthfully… I didn’t even realise practice had finished until Charles came back-” Lando let out an exaggerated gasp with his hand on his chest. “Oh no- the worlds going to end.” I rolled my eyes at him smiling a little, always the dramatic one.

“Come I’ll walk with you for a bit, then back to the garage.” Lando held his arm out like the little gentleman he is and I looped my arm through giggling. “Your a strange guy Lando.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Charles P.O.V:

When I got back from showering and getting changed, I headed back over to the garage to speak with the team. Truthfully, I was eager to be back around Y/N, she is like a breath of fresh air, a sunflower amongst roses. During practice I just thought about her being in the garage waiting for me, and that alone would cause any man to put his foot down, pedal to metal.

Sliding back through the door I bumped into Carlos who gave me a smile and a pat on the back, we exchanged little conversations about the car before both sitting down with the team. And I couldn’t help but seek her out, is it strange to say I knew she wasn’t here, the room felt dull, it felt stuffy. Where did she disappear to?

Sending her a quick discreet message I put down my phone and begun listening in and giving my input. I didn’t really want to be here now, I wanted to be wherever she is. I know that wherever she is, the world feels even better. Even sitting here I felt off, like I was going to be sick, she was my antidote always… Has been since 2017,

I always told myself it’s a small crush that I’ll get over- but to hell I’m 25 and this crush isn’t going away anytime sooner.

Pierre is always saying I’m whipped by her, that I chase her around like a lost dog. If Y/N leaves, I leave, Y/N doesn’t like it, I don’t like it. Y/N loves it? I love it and try and repeat whatever it is 100 times after. I was infatuated with her smile, her laugh, she is my comfort person whenever it’s a bad weekend, she is the first one to text on race week when she cannot attend, I love how she calls me Charlie when she’s in her teasing ways, or the firm Charles when she knows I’m being stupid. How when I’m driving sometimes she would come on the microphone and tell me how proud she is, I felt like everything I done and do is for her. I just want her always around.

It’s such a stupid little crush…

“Well Charles?” Snapping my head up I looked around at everyone staring at me.

“Huh?”

“We just went over some strategies for tomorrow- wasn’t you listening?”

I opened my mouth to speak, looking over at Carlos who was only laughing behind his hand at me. “Sorry…” mumbling I straightened myself up in the chair trying to focus as they all tutted and groaned.

The sound of a door opening behind caught everyone’s attention, we all watched as she slide back in trying to be as quiet as possible. Someone else also trying to squeeze in next to her-

“Lando?” Now all eyes back onto me- I didn’t mean to call his name out loud it was a shock reaction- why was Y/N with Lando? And why are their arms linked and they’re all giggly and smiley? What the? A thousand thoughts went through my head at once? Was they together and she didn’t tell me? She would’ve told me-

“Hi everyone!” Lando smiled pulling Y/N into the circle with everyone.

“Lando- they’re busy let’s wait outside…” watching Y/N get so close as she whispered away in his ear, it infuriated me. She keeps me at like a 2foot distance- but Lando? She is all over him, like a heat rash on a hot summers day.

I couldn’t stand it- was anyone else thinking the same thing. Turning my head away from them I looked straight to Carlos, who was already looking at me with a small smirk playing on his stupid face.

I shook my head glaring at him, before quietly gagging. The sound of Carlos laughter broke the silence everyone now snapping their heads to him. I took this as an opportunity for an escape, standing abruptly I stormed for the door.

“Charles- where you going?” The way she says my name, it’s like honey dripping off her tongue- so angelic, it made me want to fall to my knees and beg her to repeatedly say it, beg her to just choose me.

“I need five minutes-” mumbling quietly I pushed open the door they entered in.

I cannot believe it- I genuinely felt sick- even with Y/N in the room, it’s the worst sickness I’ve ever felt maybe because she is the one causing it- tugging at my hair I started pacing up and down outside the garage-

Maybe I’m over thinking it- maybe I’m being dramatic. The door opened again, and I turned to see who, praying she had chased after me, but it wasn’t her… Carlos stood there smiling happily at me.

“Well you composed yourself.” Shaking his head he walked over clasping my shoulder.

“I feel sick, why didn’t she tell me Carlos?”

“Tell you what? She went for a walk?” I don’t know-” he turned to look at the garage confused and around at the pit lane.

“No toi idiot! Elle et Lando?” (No you idiot, her and Lando?”

“I don’t understand- something Lando” shaking his head again looking, if possible, more confused.

“Her and Lando!” I threw my hands in the air like I had made it the most obvious situation in the world.

“Ohhh- your jealous.”

“Yes- wait no! No.” Copying his movements I shook my head violently.

“I am not jealous.”

“You are, because Lando has got her and you haven’t”

“They might not be together so, and that wouldn’t make me jealous.”

“Then why have you stormed off as soon as they walked in.”

“Because”

“Because?”

“Because I did”

��Because why though?”

“Because!”

“Becauseeee?”

“Because I love her!”

We both pointed at each other, trying to shift blame onto each other for my sudden outburst and declaration of love.

My arms slouched and hung down next to me like I have waved a little white flag in defeat, maybe it wasn’t a crush after all…

Stepping away from Carlos I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to scrub of any evidence that I had just screamed about my love for a girl I can’t be with. All because I’m scared to ruin a friendship I so need. Because having someone like Y/N in your life, is a happy life, to me.

Sighing out, hands still covering my face I couched down to the floor, trying to ground myself somehow. Carlos crouched down with me rubbing my back.

“Merde, I love her.” (Shit) I shook my head in utter shock looking up at Carlos. “And I can’t tell her.”

“Why not? Would be fun, no?”

“No, it’ll ruin everything, I need her in my life wether she is with someone or not-”

“Even Lando?”

“Did she say she is with Lando?”

“No.”

“Then why say that?”

Carlos shrugged smiling “funny”

Tutting Charles shook his head letting out another loud sigh, “come, let’s go listening about this strategy.”

“I’ve already listened once.”

“Well listen again.” Charles held the door as Carlos walked in mumbling swear words in Spanish.

Y/N P.O.V:

As Charles stormed off outside, my heart only ached, my eyes followed him all until the door shut.

“Two minutes-”

Just as I went to chase him, Carlos stood in front holding his hand out. “I got this-”

“Are you sure?” Nodding his head he opened the door sliding himself out.

I don’t know what happened- maybe they had a tense conversation in here or something I don’t know-

“Lando I think you need to go anyways, they’re discussing team stuff.” I turned back around and smiled apologetically at him and he hummed waving me off. “Yeah my lot are going to be wondering where I am.”

Leaning in I gave him a hug with a little squeeze. “And back to earliers conversation just, talk to the girl. She maybe feeling the same way…” I leaned back wiggling my eyebrows at him and then leaning in nudging his shoulder.

“Y/N you look like my mum right now.” He raised his hand in my face and wandered towards another door. “Bye Ferrari friends.” He shouted over his shoulder slamming the door. Such an annoying dweeb. Smile I apologised to the team for interrupting. And for Lando…

“Y/N you can sit if you want to-”

Shaking my head quickly I smiled slightly. “It’s fine, tell Charles I’ve headed out and will be waiting in the car.” Some nodded in response and I said my goodbyes running out to Charles car and waiting. Charles always left it unlocked in the car park for tines when I needed 5 minutes. It was like my very own escape room.

Maybe Charles was annoyed that we disrupted the team talk? I didn’t even think about that- stupid stupid girl.

I sunk down into the chairs pulling my phone out my purse realising I had a message from Charles,

Charlie🏎️

Hey, where you gone? Need you here.

Smiling down at my phone, like a giddy school girl I just stared at the message. If only he knew the things he said have such an effect. My poor little heart.

I texted him back just to reassure him, and kind of because sitting here with no Charles is boring.

•sent

Charlie, I’m in the car,

Sorry for interrupting ❤️

•Read 6:27pm

Sighing, I started looking through photos of today putting a few on social media, messaging people back and typing out some emails as I waited. About 45 minutes later the drivers side door opened and Charles slipped in.

“Sorry, we had to go over a few things-”

“Sorry I interrupted the meeting- I didn’t know they was going to be one on at that time-”

Both looking at each other, a small smile crept onto both our faces and we broke into laughter, we both spoke at the exact same time, both apologising for no reason whatsoever, both being stupid.

“Truce?” I held my hand out to Charles and he glanced down at my hand and then nodded his head, shaking my hand ever so gently, like he was scared to touch me. Like I was going to burn him.

“Are we still on for dinner tonight with the others?”

“I was just going to say, did you want me to drop you home or?” Charles now stared at his steering wheel fiddling with his keys.

“Oh has everyone cancelled?” I pulled my seatbelt over myself turning back to look at Charles.

“Well no…”

“Oh?…”

I paused for a second confused, before it clicked, maybe he just wants five minutes without me? I mean I walked into the garage he walked out- now he doesn’t want me at the dinner maybe I’m around him to much which is understandable. The guy needs to breathe-

“Okay, homes fine.” Smiling slightly at him, it wasn’t the best smile, I couldn’t hide that I was a little offended but that’s just cause of this weird attraction thing to Charles. It stings when someone that you like doesn’t want you around sure.

“Y/N I didn’t mean- you can come it just. I just wasn’t thinking right I’m sorry.”

“Charlie it’s okay, I don’t mind going home” smiling a bit more genuine, I leaned over patting his forearm. Which only caused him to freeze. The jingle of his keys stopped and he just stared at my hand.

“Charles?”

Clearing his throat he started the car heading for my house.

“You can come if you don’t take agesss to get ready.” A little smile was on his face

Tutting and shaking my head with a smile.

“Charlie if you so desperately want me there- you just have to say” teasing back, a small laugh came from Charles as he turned his head slightly before back at the road.

“I always want you around-”

Smiling to myself I looked out the window, trying to hide the blush on my face. What a stupid crush.

We finally got back to my home, and Charles followed me in going straight to the kitchen and rummaging through my fridge for food. “I’m timing you!” Challenge accepted.

Scoffing at him, I ran for the stairs kicking my shoes off and running up to change.

I quickly went through my wardrobe picking out a simple black dress and some heels, my makeup still looked okay from earlier and so did my hair, which I had just pinned back.

If there was a pit stop trophy on how quick my changing skills were, I definitely would’ve took home that trophy. Breathing out heavily I quickly grabbed a purse and chucked my perfume inside it just in case and a few items of makeup.

I leaned down grabbing my heels and ran back down the stairs, “how quick was I?” Heavily panting and probably bright red I stood in front of a frozen Charles.

He stood there with a bowl of pasta and a fork in his hand just staring at me.

“Well?” Sitting down on the stairs I start pulling my heels on and tying the string round, every so often glancing up at Charles who hasn’t moved one bit.

“I don’t think you can come-”

“Oh shh Charles. You said be quick so you get what your given.” Laughing a little I held my hands out to Charles to help me back up.

Putting down his food and wiping his hands he pulled me up, now chest nearly touching, I could feel his body heat, our chest only touched when we both took a breath. The closeness of us both was like an unbearable magnet, neither of us pulling away.

“vous êtes belle.” (You look beautiful.) It was like a whisper of secrecy between us both. My heart rate quickened as I watched over his face, waiting for him to laugh and nudge me, but nothing, his face was stone cold serious, his eyes telling a thousand things.

“toi aussi.” (So do you.)

It felt like hours we was both standing there, hands holding each others tight and close to our chest.

Then realisation kicked in on Charles- he quickly stepped away shaking his hands and looking around for the bowl and fork before rushing back to the kitchen.

Me? I was still stood the reeling in what the hell just happened, Charles is playing hot and cold with me- one minute we’re absolutely fine, next we’re the most awkward people to be around. I was getting whiplash from the sudden changes. It didn’t feel great at all…

The awkward tension continued in the car all the way to the restaurant, only little to none conversation. As soon as we got out the car, Charles was right next to me like something had switched in him again. Rolling my eyes to myself I adjusted my dress and purse before trailing into the restraint, a smile soon plastered on my face.

“Bonjour” smiling at everyone I looked around the table for somewhere to sit, Lando being my go to option out of the empty seats. With a teasing smile I crept round the table sliding into the seat next to him.

“Not you again-” rolling his eyes at me, the smile of his face giving away his joking manner. “You can never get to far from me Landiniho.” Nudging him I turned to the rest of the table, Charles had forced Pierre and Kika down a seat and is now sitting next to me, I leaned slightly in front giving kika a small wave and asking how she is and we got into small conversation.

The night was quite enjoyable, every now and then I would feel Charles leg against mine, or his hand would brush mine on the table, the burning on my face evidently gave away at my true feelings.

“Did you get told off when you went back?” I turned my body slightly to Lando, when doing so I felt a hand on my knee, my leg felt like it was going to fall off- why is he doing this to me? Lando shook his head quickly taking a sip of his drink.

“Of course not, I am their driver!” Rolling his eyes like it’s the most obvious thing.

“Your so annoying I’m just making conversation.” He then smiled “you just easy to annoy.” Shaking my head at him with a smile I turned back, Charles hand still firmly on me, now resting on my thigh, at the movement Charles turned also now facing me, once again both very close, even worse this time when he has his hand so securely on my thigh.

“Are you okay?” I raised my eyes brows at him chin resting on my hand. In response Charles just shook his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t talk about it right here-” he quickly removed his hand, and turned away.

Turning my head away from him in annoyance I looked around the table, eyes catching onto Carlos who was potentially trying to kill Charles with a stare. His eyes shifted and he looked at me smiling a little, like his own vote of support from his end of the table.

“Your are stupid.” All this shuffling around was giving me aches and pains everywhere, I shuffled back around to where the voice come from.

“I am not stupid.”

“You are.”

Charles and Pierre are both leant into one another in a heated discussion, their voices growing louder each minute, both going between English and French as they insult one another. This only caught other drivers attention and all conversations went quiet everyone watching this all unfold right in front of them.

“elle connaît l'idiot français.” (She knows French idiot.)

“You know french?” Pierre stuck his head around Charles tilting his head slightly as I nodded, more confused than ever.

“I never realised-” he turned back to Charles now continuing their conversation in Italian.

“se non le dici che la ami allora lo farò io.” (If you don’t tell her you love her then I will.)

“tu mi ami?” (You love me?) my heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest. My eyes were bulging as I stared at Charles. If I wasn’t so caught in the moment I probably would’ve been crying with laughter how quickly both their heads snapped to face me. Charles colour all drained from his face. Pierre red with embarrassment.

“Merde-" (fuck-) they both gasped in unison.

“Fai?” (Do you?) my hand was now resting on Charles arm holding onto him tightly like he was going to slip through my fingers.

“SÌ…” (yes…) he whispered so quietly like he was ashamed to admit it- my eyes softened, tilting my head with a smile. “tu mi ami” (you love me.)

“What are they saying?” Everyone looked at Lando who was looking around the table for answers. Me and Charles? We was the only ones in the room as far as I knew.

“Je t'aime depuis que j'ai 19 ans.” (I’ve love you since I was 19.) the smile only grew on my face, all this time I’ve loved him his loved me. Reaching my hands up cupping his face, scared I might scare him off I pulled him closer.

“Je t'aime Charles Leclerc. Toujours avoir.” (I love you Charles Leclerc. Always have.)

He let out a puff of air he must’ve been holding, before leaning in both capturing each other in a kiss-

That type of kiss that tells every feeling you’ve wanted to say but wouldn’t dare let slip past your lips, the same lips that are now telling every secret you ever kept from one another.

The type of kiss that seals every “I love you” you had wished you said all them years ago.

It was a kiss that said,

My Charlie always had my love.

And always will.

A/N: okay I kinda rushed it cause I just wanted to get to the confessions 🥲 I’m sorry <3 hope you enjoyed though. 👀

Masterlist

#charles leclerc imagine #f1 imagine #imagine #formula one imagine

[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Coming Out 🏳️‍⚧️ ((Trans Edition))

Some wholesome/projection because wah-! Also reader is under the impression of muggleborn, so muggle ideals would be different from wizards of course

Can he read as Platonic or Romantic! Clause Platonic love is valid af! I see you Ace/Just wanting stuff to not always be sex, folks!

Warnings: Transphobia,bullying ((not from the Weasleys obviously)) anxiety, depression, don’t worry it’s fluff just ya know. It’s scary coming out!

Writing Coms Open

((BTW this was in my drafts, and since Trans Visibility Day was today, it gave me motivation to finish it so let’s go-!))

William ‘Bill’

“Like Tonks-!” You did feel pretty silly, once he said that. Made you wonder why you waited so long. Literally you were friends with a Shapeshifter, so why would you coming out be so different? Oh right, what muggles would do if they knew. “Kinda, minus the whole ya know….Changing on the whim. Wish I could do that-“ You muttered, as Bill would pat your back. The pair of you, ever cozy in the library. Special permission to access the resurrected section, since he was being interned at Gringotts for curse breaking. Meant you had some privacy for such a sensitive topic. “Hey, we can find a way to. Right? It’s magic. I bet you my lucky dagger that the twins probably have something in the works.“ He comforted, and it made you smile. That Bill. Always finding a way to brag about his younger siblings somehow. That was just the cutest thing to you. Just a big brother, finding a way to show off his family. Helped a lot. “Whatever you need, I’ve got you. I know muggles do stuff differently, and a lot isn’t really to positive-“ Bill was the eldest, so it made sense he would be more informed with muggle culture. If his band shirts were to say anything. “Like name changes and stuff. Got a new name you like?” There was something so weird about how casual he was. Just, casual. It was a field, but also felt off. Like something bad should have happened. Maybe it will. Until then, though, you were happy to tell him your new name. “Suits you-!” He smiled that awkward half smile, given the other half didn’t exist anymore. “I like it.” And he was soon ruffling your hair. Older brother habits. They don’t die easy, and you were greatful for it.

Charlie

“Like Tonks-!” Why did you get Déjà vu? You shook it off, before nodding. “Yes, minus the actually changing my gender and stuff.” You clarified, as he multi tasked with the latest baby dragon Hagrid had gotten. Charlie just couldn’t resist, and now you two were stuck in his hut. Hagrid off to find someone to take said dragon, while Charlie treated it like a puppy. Kissing its snout, and making it squeal in utter delight. Despite the slobber, and despite the heat. One of the reason you trusted him with such a secret. His heart was so big, and he held such passion. Not to mention, you hoped he could help you get out of your shell a bit. Such a loud, and proud, man. Also, well, imagine trying to bully someone who’s buddies with the dragon tamer. “Neat-! So do I flip flip between pronouns, like Tonky, or you got new ones-?” You swore he was paying more attention to the dragon, than you. Weirdly, you liked it. He didn’t treat it as life or death, which healed something in you. He didn’t care, but in that good way. That it didn’t change how he saw you. Or, maybe you just asked at the right time. You had to shake his shoulder, to remind him you were still there. You two shared a laugh, as he went on rambling about how beautiful the dragon was, as you were able to relax a little easier.

Percy

“Trans-? Like as in Transfiguration? Finally, actually focusing on your studies.” You were already regretting this. You figured Percy would be someone to confide in, since he was a prefect. You were being bullied by the muggleborns, but the thing is….Hes a pure blood. He didn’t really understand what being trans was. So, you tried to explain. “Percy, they were making fun of me because I was born different.” You tried to explain, as he was starting to pay a bit more attention now. “They saw me going to the bathroom, and immediately threw books at me. It’s not like I don’t mind Moaning Myrtle, but it’s hard to pee with company.” You sniffled, as it was settling in now. “I’m so sorry, I’ll handle this immediately. I….Let’s go take you to the medical wing, to make sure you are patched….Could you explain more to me about this trans thing? Why it makes you different?” It’s a start. He’s willing to learn, and that’s more than so many. That gave you comfort. He’s confused, but willing. With his arm around you, you did your best to wizard it to his language. To get it out of your system, and for once? Percy stayed quiet, and listened. It’s a start, and you couldn’t be happier.

Fred

“Swear you are like the fifth person to tell me that this month-!” He laughed, as you blinked. Despite the prancing dynamic of the twins, they had grown a bit over the years. Suppose the older brother energy they held just drew in comfort. It’s easy to confide in them. They may not act like it, but they can keep a secret. Guess the courtyard was just a hot spot for such. “Wait, why are you telling me this anyway? I knew the moment I met you-!” He snorted, with an elbow nudge to you. Honestly? You were certain he was joking, but you wondered if he did. “About bloody time you figured it out yerself! Not sure how that whole thing works, but I’m sure George and I can brew something up for ya. Need a beard? Or bigger hips? I’m sure we got something-“ That had you roll your eyes. “Sounds like an excuse to turn me into your personal lab rat-“ That had him blink. “The hell is a lab rat?” Right. Pure blood. “I’ll explain it to you later. Just, promise not to tell anyone? I’m….not ready yet.” Fred seemed like he was ready to argue, about needing to just be passionate about who and what you are, but he was hushed. As if he could already hear Molly yelling at him. That was trauma for another occasion. Instead, he made a zipping motion to his lips, and threw away the key. “Thanks.” You smiled, as he gave a thumbs up. Pretending he couldn’t speak at all, and it got you to giggle. Calmed your nerves down just fine.

George

“That’s uh….That thing-! Yeah-!” He bullshitted, but you understood why. He’s the more emotional side of the dynamic duo. So many kids come to them for advice, but more come to George. You would pay a guess that many who went to Fred were actually looking for George, but didn’t realize it was Fred at all. You only managed, because he was wearing his Quidditch Jersey. Least, you think it was his. Shit, was this Fred? Nope, Fred walked by. With Angelina. Phew. “George, do you need me to explain?” You asked, as he rubbed his neck nervously. Embarrassed he wasn’t instantly able to comfort, like it was his only job. “It’s a muggle thing, breathe.” And breathe he did, as he laid back down on the common room couch. With a quick run down, it clicked. He’s an inventor, they are good at thinking outside norms. “Oh! Oh man, that sounds stressful as hell. Hey, anyone starts shit-“ He gave a sharp click with his tongue, and made a shooting motion with his finger. “Consider them chucked into a vanishing closet.” And given he’s a Weasley, you didn’t underestimate him. So, instead, you hugged him. A big, warm, squeeze. Of course, it was returned. Oh those Weasleys.

Ron

“Would you be offended if I go ask Hermione what that means-?” Least he’s honest, and knew better to ask her than anyone else. Hard to ever get alone time with him, as he was glued to her and Harry. Surprised to catch him alone, for once, and took the chance while you could. Now to just look at your breakfast plate, nervous. “I’ll just explain it, the best I can.” You sighed, as you saw Ron wince a little. Feeling he did something wrong. “It’s a muggle thing-“ You quickly said, as he breathed a little easier. A few nervous gulps of juice, and many confused brows, it clicked. "Woah, that sounds terrible. I rememberer when Harry and i had to drink a polyjuice potion. we were still the same gender, and all, but my skin just felt so wrong. Everything was wrong. was just a suit, and i wanted to peel it off. Even if it hurt." You had to stare. That was just so accurate to how you felt. Your eyes watered. “Did I say something wrong, again-? I’m sorry about-“ But you hugged him, with your eyes in his shoulder. Don’t get Ron started on how many times he’s had to be the shoulder for Harry. So, like a time turners clockwork, he held you back. Comforting you. Someone got it.

Ginny

“Think I’m that to-“ Ginny said, as you two just laid in the grass. Just trying to relax, from a long school day. “Like, maybe it’s just because I was raised by a bunch of brothers. Just, being JUST a girl feels weird. Like I’m more than that, I’m not JUST that. Maybe I’m feeling something else entirely. Never been the same, after that book.” She admits, ready to stress her out all over again. Voldemort did a number on her. What a way to start Hogwarts. Damn. “Well, maybe don’t think about it too hard. It’s both super complicated, but not at the same time. It’s more a feeling than anything else. You can be born it, or maybe over time it changes. Maybe by tomorrow you feel something else. Then, the next day it changes.” You tried to explain, as you watched the clouds. “Yeah, like magic.” She agreed, as she looked to her broomstick next to her. Thinking back to her childhood. “Maybe I am a guy, but Mum being so excited to have a girl just….Made me feel like I HAD to be….” God was that relatable. “Trans buddies?” You asked, and offered a hand. In a playful solidarity. You figured that would comfort her, or maybe now he. “Yeah, Trans buddies.” Ginny smiled, as you shared hands. “Jean sounds nice.” Ginny said. “Jean does sound nice.” You agreed.

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Part 16: Lady of the Various Sorrows

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: Tommy agonizes over Lucy's reasons for not telling him about her infertility for so long.

Word Count: 2,988

Notes: Warnings for depictions of infertility, polyamory, angst, mild sexual content, and references to pregnancy and religious trauma.

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Chapter 3: Smoke & Sugar

Tommy laid on his back, one arm around Lucy, holding her firmly to him as she slept peacefully against his chest. The other was flung across his forehead, thumb rubbing at his brow as he frowned up at the ceiling. He could hear Grace shifting, nestling up more firmly against Lucy’s back.

He had meant every word that he had said to her. Every single one. It made no difference to him if they had children together or not. That had never been why he was with her. And there had been times when he had wondered if it would even be something she would want, considering how uninterested she had always been in marriage or the idea of life as a housewife. 

That was not what was bothering him so much that he was unable to sleep.

A sudden cry came from the other room, Charlie’s little wails echoing. Goddamn, did the boy have a pair of lungs on him.

Grace jumped awake from where she’d already been almost entirely asleep against Lucy, head snapping upwards. But Tommy was already moving; carefully passing Lucy over to her before sliding out of bed.

“I’ve got him. You stay with her,” he whispered, mindful not to wake Lucy. Stepping heavily out of the bedroom and to the nursery, he pushed the door open, bending over the crib to scoop up his son. Cradling him against his bare chest, Tommy began to gently bounce him in his arms in the way that always seemed to calm him.

“Shush, sweet boy. I gotcha,” he whispered as he carried him over to the window to peer outside. “I gotcha. Shush.”

Charlie began to quiet immediately, hiccupping a few times before he started to coo, tiny hands patting at Tommy’s chest and shoulder. He smiled to himself, pecking a kiss to the baby’s forehead.

“Good boy.”

But then he started to think about how it must have felt for Lucy. To watch as Grace grew round and heavy over the months of her pregnancy while he fawned over her. How enraptured they were with the baby once he arrived. But Lucy had also fussed considerably over Grace during her pregnancy. And she was so sweet and loving with Charlie it just about made his heart want to burst every time he saw them together.  

But then, God…neither of them had been subtle in their suggestions about him and Lucy having a child together. Bringing it up regularly. And knowing what he knew now…  

His smile dropped. For a moment he felt like he might be sick. They must have made her feel terrible.

She hadn’t told him.

The thought, which he had been trying to shove down and away, rose up out of nowhere to practically punch him in the stomach. Swallowing around the sudden lump building in his throat, Tommy tried to focus his attention fully on Charlie, before he drowned in his thoughts and guilt over the whole situation. 

“Tommy?” Grace’s voice was low, her figure at the doorway barely more than a silhouette in the darkness. 

“He’s alright,” he said, still idly bouncing Charlie up and down. The baby had rested his head on his shoulder, snuggling against him as he began to drift back to sleep and Tommy almost felt like he could melt.

Grace walked steadily to them, passing a hand gingerly over Charlie’s head, placing a kiss to one of his chubby cheeks. Maneuvering him carefully, Tommy laid the baby back into his crib. Grace hovered at his side while they both gazed down at their sleeping son.

“Tommy…” Grace said again. Her voice was steady. Questioning. But there was steeliness there, too. Just the very beginnings of defensiveness as she looked at him, analyzing. He realized with a start that she was trying to gauge if he was upset or not. And that if he was, she was more than ready to jump to Lucy’s defense if need be.

The comforting knowledge that she cared for Lucy enough to put herself between them if she deemed it necessary warmed his heart. Not that she ever would have to, of course.

“She didn’t tell me,” he finally whispered, hoping that would be enough explanation as to what was bothering him. Tommy felt as though he sagged when the words left him, the achiness of the thought spreading throughout his chest. He couldn’t get that terrified look in Lucy’s eyes just before she told him out of his mind. Was he really that frightening? Had she really thought him so cruel or shallow that he would be genuinely angry with her?

“Oh, love,” Grace visibly softened, voice still soft to avoid waking the baby. One of her hands rested comfortingly on his shoulder. “It wasn’t…” she trailed off, biting her lip. “She was just scared.”

The sentiment did little to comfort him. “I always thought that she wasn’t afraid of me,” he mumbled. Grace rolled her eyes fondly.

“Not of you. Of you leaving her.”

“Do I really come across as that cold hearted?”

“No, Tommy, of course not,” Grace leaned closer until their sides were pressed together. “It’s just…” she frowned, searching for the words, then sighed. “I really don’t think that it had all that much to do with you at all.”

He shot her a quizzical look and she huffed, fingers fiddling with a button on her nightclothes. Tommy wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her more snugly against him.

“Tommy, you have to understand that a lot of us…” she made a sound of frustration as she tried to figure out how she wanted to word things. “From the time we were children, most of us women were taught that getting married, having babies…that’s just something we’re all supposed to do. And that if someone didn’t or couldn’t do either of those things…that there must be something wrong with them,” she was biting at her bottom lip again. “Lucy grew up in a devout Catholic household. I’m sure all that she was told from the time she was little was that she better find a man and give him lots of children. Or else he wouldn’t want her.”

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, and, not for the first time, silently wished that he could go back in time and kill Lucy’s father a second time. 

“She’s done a pretty damn good job of divorcing herself from a lot of those traditional ideas,” Grace continued on. “But that fear that, just maybe, they were right all along…it’s a powerful thing, Tommy,” the hand that had snuck around his shoulders as they leaned against each other reached up to stroke his hair, encouraging his head to rest against hers. “You haven’t done anything wrong. You’ve loved and supported her the best you can. Her not telling you doesn’t mean that she doesn’t trust you. It just means that the brainwashing of the church and a traditional upbringing got the better of her. That’s all.”

Sucking in a shaky breath, Tommy nodded. It made sense, he supposed. “Right,” he mumbled. “But I still feel…” he sighed.

“Terrible? So do I,” Grace shrugged, helplessly. “We didn’t know.”

Wetting his lips, Tommy glanced over at the window, a thin sliver of silver moonlight seeping in at the side where the curtain hadn’t been pulled entirely to cover it. “Sometimes I worry that she doesn’t really know how much I love her.”

He heard Grace swallow heavily, feeling as she shifted from foot to foot next to him. “Yeah. Me too.”

A silent, helpless gloominess seemed to settle between the both of them. Grace was the first to shake it away, straightening.

“She’ll be okay. We all will,” she said it with such strong confidence that Tommy really had no choice but to believe her. Taking his hand, she cast one last fond look down at Charlie before beginning to tug him towards the door. “Come on. Let’s get back to her.”

“Yeah,” he didn’t hesitate to follow her out of the nursery and back into the master bedroom. Where their lover was still sleeping peacefully in their bed.  

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He woke up slowly, hazily, his eyes blinking sluggishly up at the ceiling. The blankets were pulled half over his stomach, light just barely beginning to shine through the curtains behind the bed. Letting out a small, barely audible groan, Tommy raised a forearm to rest over his eyes, allowing himself the small luxury of sinking more deeply into the mattress for a moment before he had to rise and get ready for the day.

Dropping his forearm away from his eyes, he craned his head down to look at the figure curled up against his chest, and frowned. Instead of red curls he was greeted with Grace’s golden waves. She was snuggled up to him, arm loose around his waist. Lucy nowhere to be found. 

Stroking his fingers once through Grace’s hair and down along her arm, he slipped carefully out from under her, smiling at the way she almost immediately began to cuddle his pillow in his absence.

Standing and rubbing a hand up and down his neck, he checked the bathroom first. The door was open and the lights off. No Lucy there. Frown deepening, he fought back the beginning tickles of panic as he stepped out in the hall.

He found her in the nursery, the sound of her voice, mumbling indiscernibly, filtering out into the hall. Exhaling a breath of relief, he followed the hum of her familiar Yorkshire lilt, coming to a stop in the doorway.

She had pulled on her dressing gown over her matching nightgown, red hair still tussled from sleep. She was standing by the window, the curtain pulled aside to allow the sunlight into the room. Charlie was hefted up into her arms, babbling to himself as Lucy cooed to him in a soft voice, smiling brightly when his little fists grabbed at her red curls. As Tommy watched, she leaned in close so that the tip of her nose bumped Charlie’s, and the little boy squealed in delight, laughing and clapping his hands. Lucy laughed and kissed his cheek.

Tommy felt his heart clench with affection for them both, lips pulling up at the corners.

“Lucy,” he said quietly, and she turned from the window to look at him, smiling almost shyly. Charlie squawked with joy.

“Hey,” her voice was little more than a whisper. “He, um, he was awake, so…”

Still smiling, Tommy approached them. “He alright?”

“Yeah. I already gave him a bottle and changed him.”

Humming, he cupped the back of her head, pulling her face up to kiss her. “Good morning.”

Lucy smiled against his lips. “Good morning.”

Charlie made a babbling sound, clearly wanting attention, and they both laughed as they broke away. Lucy gave him a playful little bounce that he clearly enjoyed.

“Can you say hello to Daddy, Charlie?” she asked. Charlie just made grabby hands at him and Tommy chuckled, giving the baby a kiss on the forehead.

“Good morning, my boy.”

Charlie giggled, hands flailing around. He got distracted by a swoosh of Lucy’s short red hair when she turned her head, making another grab at her curls. Tommy wondered if he liked the color.

“You want to play with the blocks, kiddo?” Lucy asked, chuckling at Charlie's continued attempts to catch her hair in his fists. She carried him over to the little play area set up in the nursery, setting him down on the mat and pulling out the blocks and toys for him to play with before sitting down nearby to watch him. Spotting an opportunity, Tommy sat down behind her, legs stretching out on either side of Lucy’s body as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him until her back was pressed to his chest. Hands resting on his arms, Lucy stroked over his skin as he peppered a few kisses into the nape of her neck and along her shoulders. Neither of them said anything for a good while, just watching Charlie play with his toys in comfortable silence.

“Are you really not upset with me?” she asked, finally. Tommy cocked his head, resting his cheek against the side of her head.

“Of course not.”  

“Even about the part where I knew and took years to tell you?”

He hesitated, considering how he wanted to phrase his answer, nosing at her hair affectionately while he did to let her know it was still okay. “I would have preferred that you told me when you found out,” he admitted slowly. Lucy’s shoulders slumped.

“I know. I’m sorry–”

Shushing her softly, he kissed her cheek, shaking his head. “It’s okay. Really.”

But she just shook her head. “I was being selfish.”

He cocked his head, brows furrowing. “How so?”

“I kept putting it off for so long because…I wanted to be able to hold onto you for a little longer.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“I know that.”

His lips pursed. “Did you really not know that before?”

Lucy frowned, forehead creasing with it, and he squeezed her a little tighter against him. “I don’t know…”

“Grace says that the brainwashing that comes from a traditional, religious upbringing is a powerful thing.”

She let out a tiny laugh that vibrated against his palms. “She’s probably right.”

“Mm,” he dropped another kiss onto her shoulder. “I was worried that you were scared of me.”

“I’m not.”

He just grunted. Despite her and Grace’s reassurance, there were still a few remnants of fear that she was afraid to tell him things.

Lucy craned her head around to look over her shoulder at him, all big green eyes and freckles as she scoffed. “You? My big, sweet teddy bear? Not likely.”

He snorted. “I think that you’re probably the only person in the world who would describe me that way.”

She giggled and kissed him, her lips soft and tasting of smoke and sugar. Tommy tightened his hold on her, angling his head to deepen the kiss.

“I hate the thought of you having to deal with it all on your own,” he whispered after they parted. “I want to help you with those things.”   

She nodded, eyes lowered as she stroked his chest. “I know,” when her gaze lifted back up to meet his, Tommy felt his breath stutter at just how dark green her eyes were. She was so beautiful. “Thank you.”

Charlie made a squealing noise, and they both glanced over to watch him stick the ear of his stuffed horse into his mouth. Lucy laughed.

“That taste good, kiddo?”

Charlie just giggled, squeezing the stuffed animal to his chest. Tommy chuckled, hooking his chin over Lucy’s shoulder as he curled around her.

“I love you very, very much,” he murmured to her. “You know that, right?”

Her hand folded over where his were clasped around her. “I do,” she turned her head and kissed his cheek. “I love you too.”

He smiled at her, brushing his nose along her cheekbone affectionately before settling back into cuddling her, both of them watching in silent, peaceful contentment as Charlie played with his toys.

“I’m still very sorry,” she repeated.

“You apologize one more damn time and I’m going to start getting cross with you,” he teased, letting his teeth scrape just ever so slightly along her shoulder, grinning at how it made her shiver.

She giggled at the empty threat. “I don’t know…as I recall I’ve quite enjoyed the times you’ve gotten cross with me.”

He laughed, grinning down at her while her head fell backwards to look up at him. Her eyes were shining and happy, and he really had no choice but to kiss her again when she was looking at him like that.

“We’re okay. Really. Don’t worry,” he said. Lucy nodded, clearly relieved. And then something mischievous entered her eyes, and when she spoke her voice had taken on a playful tone he knew all too well. 

“But I am truly very, very sorry–”

“Oh for fuck’s sake–”

He brought his mouth crashing down onto hers to shut her up, at the same moment rolling them so she was on her back with him on top of her. Lucy shrieked at the sudden movement, hands latching onto his shoulders for purchase. Then she was laughing against his mouth, fingers sliding into his hair while her lips parted for him. Charlie, either thinking that they were playing or perturbed at them for becoming frisky in his presence, made a high pitched noise.

Breaking away from Lucy and half sitting up, he glanced over at his son, who was staring at them with big, curious eyes.

“Cockblock,” he grumbled good naturedly. Lucy just snickered and pushed on his chest until he let her up, tugging her to sit curled in his lap while he leaned his back against the wall, arms around her as Charlie, apparently satisfied, returned to his toys. He pecked the sensitive spot behind her ear, smirking at the tiny gasp that left her lips. “We’ll be returning to that later,” he promised.

“I look forward to it,” she smirked, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest. Tommy stroked her hair, encouraging her to tilt her head up to look at him, her eyes sparkling. Relief, that she seemed to be coming back to her old playful, mischievous self, washed over him. There’s my girl.  

He really couldn’t help the way that his hand slipped up to encase her thigh, half exposed thanks to the short length of her nightgown.

Charlie made a sound that really couldn’t have been interpreted as anything other than protest, and threw his stuffed horse at them. Lucy cackled.  

“Kid’s got a sixth fucking sense,” she said.

He laughed, shaking his head fondly, and kissed her again.

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JUST LET ME SHOW YOU | CHARLIE WALKER

Summary; You’re going to show Charlie just how special he is.

Contents; P in V, slightly degrading words, praise, slight mommy/momma kink, unprotected sex, handcuffs used, reader uses she/her pronouns, baby/baby boy used by reader a ton, Charlie has a slight pain kink, overstimulation, slightly mean reader, black girl reader.

Charlie was feeling down, Y/n was just such a pretty girl. The way her hair flows, her pretty white teeth flashing anybody who made her giggle.

Her soft, light brown skin. It felt like silk against his fingertips. Oh, how bad he loved Y/n.

He didn’t know why she liked him, he was so basic, an insane nerd, just a boy weirdly obsessed with horror movies. Although thats the exact reason why she was so obsessed with Charlie.

The boy was just so different from what she was used to. Men always wanted her to submit, even though that’s not how she saw fit. She liked seeing them squirm, pout, beg. It made that familiar feeling pool in the pit of her stomach.

Y/n had never admitted it though, but he knew. Charlie always knew what she wanted, it’s like he could read her mind.

Both of them were sitting down on the couch in Charlie’s living room. She was straddling him, while the boy softly sobbed in her chest.

“Baby, Shh. Please tell me what’s wrong.” Her soft words only helped him a little bit, the girl knew she was wrong, but Y/n couldn’t help but feel a heartbeat as she watched him cry.

Looking back up at her with teary eyes, he shuffled while his hands stayed tight on her waist.

Y/n dressed up to see her boyfriend, she almost always did. Soft black curls in her hair, a white cropped tank top, and an oh so tiny mini skirt.

Underneath, a matching set was shown. It was Charlie’s favourite color on her, soft blue. He could see it through his glazed over eyes, it wasn’t his fault when his dick jumped.

Tilting his head up by his chin when he shamelessly looked down, her brows furrowed, “You gone tell me baby? Or am I going to have to make you?” Her voice came out condescending, a fake pout landing on her face.

He whined, the poor boy whined, “Please.” Raising a brow she huffed, “Please what Charlie?” Hating when she called him Charlie, he huffed.

“I.. I just don’t know why you like me. You know you could have anybody, but you chose me. It just doesn’t seem real.” She knew he was gonna keep talking so she hushed him up.

Y/n pulled her shirt off, it was slow but fast. The girl knew the minute he saw her lift a bit of her clothing off his eyes would widen, biting down on his lip.

Clicking her tongue, she frowned, “Little Charlie, I know I could have anybody. The thing is, I only want you.” Y/n could feel his dick twitch below his jeans, the bulge pressing against her clothed cunt.

“Y-You do?” He sighed, trying to hold in his whimpers. His girlfriend nodded her head sweetly, but there was a hint of teasing in her actions.

“Of course I do baby! You’re just so… wow. I love you baby, you know I do. You also know how upset you make me when you doubt me. Don’t you charchar?”

Charlie nodded, licking his lips that ran dry, “Words make me happy baby, you know this.”

“I know, m’sorry.” Patting his cheek twice, she smiled. That pretty little smile that made his stomach turn. His eyes never came up to meet hers, stuck on the blue laid out covering her chest.

“Can you take it off? Please.” She knew what he was talking about, oh but how cute is he when he begs.

“Take what off? So vague baby boy.” The way his grip tightened on her waist, she knew her baby was getting needy.

Every time he tried to kiss her she moved her face, only adding on to how bad he wanted his momma.

“Please take your bra off mommy, I won’t doubt you ever again.” Giggling, she leaned in cutting the gap off between the two.

They were made for each other, Charlie loved the way she tasted. Y/n smirked into the kiss when he opened his mouth for her, letting her tongue explore.

When she pulled away for air, she didn’t think before biting his lip while pulling away. Softly chuckling when her poor baby whines loudly.

“Y/n please, p-please.” The way he looked up at her with those sad eyes, he was so cute.

His dried tears, with his plump pink lips.

“Only cause I want to.” She unclipped her bra strap, letting it fall before tossing it beside them.

He could feel himself get close, the familiar feeling in his stomach, the way he could almost see white.

“I’ma cum, can I cum? Oh fuck, please please.”

Y/n guided his mouth towards her nipple, letting out a sigh when he immediately got to work. Licking, sucking, softly biting.

“I just love your mouth baby, nobody else makes me feel the way you do. You’re so good to me.” He didn’t hide the moans and whimpers falling from his lips.

The boy knew just how much she liked to hear him, every noise he made. They only got louder once she grounded her clothes cunt on his sensitive cock.

“No.. no, stop. I’m gonna cum too fast please, you know I’m gonna cum fast.” Even the tight grip on her hips didn’t stop how fast she moved, she threw her head back trying to keep the small amount of pleasure she got going.

The way he begged made her happy, could even make her cum. It just wasn’t enough, that was until she felt herself clench around nothing when a warm liquid made its way to the tip of his pants.

“Oh shit, Im sorry. Mommy please, I’m sorry.” She scoffed, she didn’t remember giving him permission.

He looked like he was fucked dumb, even though she barely touched him.

“Wow.. and here I was thinking you were good.”

He instantly felt like crying, he didn’t wanna disappoint her, “I-I can go another round, I’ll be good for you, please I can take it.”

His hands fell to his sides, sniffling quietly. So when a whine escaped from his lips Y/n looked up, her eyes lighting up when she saw her boy with tears in his eyes.

“Crying cause you’re a bad boy? Oh, I’m so sad Charlie.” Clicking her tongue she shuffled off his lap, standing up and looking down on her pretty boy.

Hair ruffled, cheeks coated with blush. Cute, yes he is.

“I’ll be good, c’mon mommy let me show you,” She pushed his hands down when he tried to lift them to pull her towards him, “No Charlie, let me show you.”

The boy below her nodded his head, he just wanted to be good. So when Y/n got on her knees and unbuckled his jeans, he pulled his hips up so she could take both his boxers and jeans off easier.

His tears have been dried, but they started pooling again when she scratched his thighs with her sharp french white tips.

“Mm, It hurts Y/n.” Her eyes met his as she massaged where she scratched. Her wetness growing when she saw how red the marks were.

“You want me to st—No! No, please please don’t stop, fuck please.” She ignored the interruption, a small smirk growing on her face.

Charlie loved the way her lips looked, all plump and juicy. He loved when she let him cum on her lips.

She could see right through him, exactly what he wanted, “You wanna nut again on mommy’s lips baby? Let her taste you?” He frantically nodded, his breathing growing heavier just thinking about.

“Mommy likes words baby, you know this.” Wetting his lips, Charlie felt like he was on cloud 9, “Yes fuck, please oh please.”

He hadn’t even been touched yet, already begging for relief. The boy hadn’t even gone soft, standing hard and tall for his only girl.

When her cold hand came in contact with his hot needy cock, he couldn’t help but feel more tears trailing down.

“Why you being such a crybaby?” Her question went unanswered as her hand only stroked his tip, “I-I can’t go much longer, so close.”

“That doesn’t answer my question CharChar, you want me to put back on my bra?”

“No! Don’t do that t-to me, I’m good. Aren’t I being good?” She couldn’t help but shake her head, trying to keep her laugh in but failing.

“S’mean.” Her ears perked up, “Mean? I’m mean? I’m touching you right now aren’t I? Tell me again whose mean.” The squeeze on his tip along with the way her nipples were coated in spit, his spit. It was all just too much, it and her words made his stomach turn.

“M’close, mm fuck I’m close. C-Cumming, oh shit I’m cumming!” Y/n milked him through his high, moving up closer to make his wish come true. She didn’t lick her lips until he came to, his eyes glazed over just watching her.

He tasted so good, everything about Charlie was so amazing, it was crazy he doubted the way she felt about him.

“You wanna kiss baby?” His whole body shuddered when she kept going. It hurt so good, he would truly do anything for her, anything she asked.

Nodding, he let her take control. She always took control, another thing she was obsessed with.

Y/n’s lips slightly moved more experienced then his, he was a good kisser. Although when she was stroking him at the pace she was, he couldn’t help but fall behind. Mumbling straight nothings against her lips.

Didn’t even wanna breathe, chasing the feeling of her plump lips against his, “W-Wait, shit.” She hummed, accepting his question.

“Wanna taste you again.” Y/n shrugged, her lips wrapping around his tip making him jolt up, almost putting his whole length in her mouth. She didn’t mind, loved when he was eager.

“Sorry, I’m sorry pretty.” Humming around his cock, a whine escaped from him, it was painful, but he liked it. Oh, how bad he loved it.

“I’m gonna cum again, can I in you? Wanna make mommy feel good.” She smiled, nodding. Y/n knew he would nut so quickly, but then she would just use him. Use him for her pleasure.

“Take your shirt off baby.” He wiped his tears away, doing exactly as she asked. Charlie was a pretty fraile boy, but Y/n liked it. How pale he was, how fast she could mark him.

She was gonna slowly pull off her skirt, but he stopped her. Looking up at her with his big blue eyes.

“Can you keep it on?” Y/n pulled her panties down, locking eyes with him, “Magic word?” He couldn’t speak when she got back to straddling him, ignoring his needy cock and kissing on his neck.

“C’mon, don’t be a pussy. What’s the magic word Charlie.” He hated when she called him Charlie, only did when she was upset.

“Please mommy, keep it on?” Her giggle made his heart beat so fast, she always laughed during sex. It made it not so awkward, just cause Charlie was always nervous.

She didn’t want him to be too loud, so when she brought him in for a kiss it was only to muffle the loud groan that left his lips when she slowly sunk down his length.

When she sat down at the bottom, she let him adjust to the feeling of her suffocating his worn out cock.

“C-Can you move now? Please move, I don’t know how long I’ll last. I’m sorry.”

“Mm, don’t be baby boy. I love you okay? Only you.”

He nodded his head fast, not able to reply. It got worse when she started moving, her movements being so fast and so meaningful.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck! Im so close.” He pouted, Charlie was always loud. Too loud sometimes, they got a knock on the front door once.

So when she covered his mouth with her hand, it wasn’t exactly to shut him up, just muffle it.

She kept her movements as she talked to him, he loved when she talked to him. Y/n didn’t need him to answer, just needed him to listen.

“I love you CharChar, only you. Nobody makes me, fuck. Nobody makes me as happy as you do. My forever boy, don’t need nobody else but you baby boy.” He whimpered against her hand, the feeling of hot tears seeping onto her palm.

A loud moan escaped her lips when she felt him shoot up into her, “You’re such a good boy, my good boy. I just, shit, I love you baby.”

Her climax was approaching and that’s when she went faster. Knowing he was probably crying due to the pain, she wanted to reach it as fast as possible.

“Ima cum, oh fuck Ima cum!” He twitched inside her when he heard her moan his name as her liquid coated his dick. Every time she clenched around him he sobbed, the pain and pleasure mixing.

“I love you too Y/n.”

xoxo, liah.

#charlie walker x reader #dom reader #sub character #dom!reader #sub!charlie #sub!charlie Walker #pain kink #black reader #black!reader #black!fem!reader #charlie walker #scream #black!femreader

[hearts4juzi]

wait I forgor that the reason I was in your ask box was bc I wanted to say that your art is rlly cool and reminded me why I liked fnaf in the first place!! :]

(Also if you don't mind id love to hear some headcanons you have for the aftons ehe)

DSJDSFKJD TYYY OUHFUH Thats so sweet omg :(((

OOH BOY HEADCANONS FOR THE AFTONS (Not gonna include mrs.afton aside from vague mentions simply bc i dont care about the implied existence of a wife for william lmaoo)

Elizabeth

-8 years old

-audhd

-I am an intense ginger hair lizzie truther. SHE IS NOT BLONDE!!!! I REFUSE!!!

-She looooves circuses and would dress herself and her friends up as clowns a lot. her love for makeup sparked it and then it went on from there

-music stims galore!! humming, patting her legs, bouncing to the sound of music

-likes first person shooters!! not an a "cute girl likes edgy games" way but in the way that she genuinely enjoys them! shed rlly love shooting games. shed also likes games liek stardew and animal crossing bc shed like getting to know the villagers. (ik these games dont fit the timeline of the 80's but whatever idc) she'd like those gun games at amusement parks too

-lots of energy!!! you cannot stop her!!!!!

-her fav ice cream is mint chocolate chip

-shes not close with her brothers, much closer with her father. because of her fathers distance, however, this results in her feeling lonely a lot, but shes not willing to get involved in whatever her brothers are doing

-LOVES SPRING!!! LOVES IT!!! ITS HER FAVORITE!!!

-really likes animals and especially colorful birds. she has a collection of many things, one of them being colorful and pretty feathers (she has a peacock feather and its her pride)

-really likes bunnies just like her dad!

-likes to braid hair and do makeup. she used to do it with michael whenever he let her. him cutting that off kinda fucked their relationshipt. (and ofc then came the bite)

-She has a very orange room. orange red and pink r her favorite colors.

-thinks her eyes are super pretty

-if she's curious about an item, she'll sniff it and inspect it and feel it but not put it in her mouth bc thats gross ><

-sleeps on her side like a normal person

-likes dolls n stuff :333

Evan

-10 years old

-anxiety and autism

-very good at sewing (bc michael would break his plushies a lot)

-never let lizzie do his makeup bc it overstimulated him

-anxious stims. hand shakes, biting his nails, wringing his hands, shifting side to side, ect.

-enjoys crocheting but almost never has yarn. lizzie gave him an unused yarn ball once and he used it to make a bunch of stuff

-very picky eater, but he wont say it out loud.

-likes webkinz

-HATES HORROR MOVIES!! like this is a given but he will stay up all night thinking about it. its the one thing he stands up for himself on is not being forced to wathc horror movies (mostly because its the only thing both william and lizzie will back him up on)

-he likes yellow a lot. his room isnt hyellow but he wishes it was.

-doesn't have friends and is regarded as weird, but kids avoid him for the most part. most of his bullying comes from ppl who know michael.

-hed like racing games a lot

-scared of his dad and by association he was scared of henry too

-not super close with charlie but he knows her to be a good person. wishes he was closer with her

-ofc easily startled, freaked out, and made uncomfortable

-does NOT like being talked over

-gets frustrated rlly easily and often rants to his fredbear plush

-liked to draw!! he picked it up from mike when he was younger and continues to do it as an outlet

-wishes he had a bigger family

-definitely not flexible at all, but doesnt hurt himself much (hes not dumb, he learns what makes his bones break)

-will feel things over if hes curious about them. maybe sniff them too but he gets scared they'll kill him 😭

-dislikes amusement parks bc overstim but does enjoy the games and prizes

-he likes rice. idk. he just likes rice a lot.

-if he grew up, hed be taller than mike AND lizzie idc idc

-he tries his best to smile in family photos but he just looks so goddamn uncomfortable that eventually william just let him sit them out.

-definitely a peacemaker between lizzie amd mike

-if hes thinking hard he looks PISSED. RESTING BITCH FACE. He is GLARING AT HIS PLATE. "Evan? What's wrong?" and he just immediately is like 😠😯🙁

-he cares about michael a lot more than he should. he tells him to stop when hes fighting someone, he tries to calm him down when hes angry, he tries to talk to him. it makes him so frustrated, it makes him so mad when michael refuses him rudely, but he keeps doing it. its who he is.

-he got a golden freddy mask that creeped michael out and he jumpscared him with it once.

-cuts his own hair

-not a hugger but if EITHER of his siblings offer a hug he will NOT deny them (does not apply to william tho)

-i dont think he cared about william tbh lol

-sleeps on his back like a corpse.

Michael

-14

-audhd

-nonbinary he/they but doesnt realize it til hes 18

-gets mad when overstimulated

-Likes pirates a lot, watches lots of pirate shows.

-INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA it kicked in in like 2nd grade when someone made fun of him for letting lizzie do his makeup. (jeremy helps him get over it)

-forgets to eat a lot. not intentionally. hes just dumb.

-argues with his dad the most, and drives william nuts

-if hes curious about something, hes gonna bite it. what is it? idk. CHOMP

-loves skirts bc sensory issues are worse in his ankles. he compromises by wearing basketball shorts.

-canNOT wear things near his neck. hates things near his neck.

-close-ish with charlie. likes talking to her.

-favorite color is red. he puts it everywhere.

-likes pokemon.

-watches anime

-BIG HORROR FAN BUT THAT SHIT KEEPS HIM UP AT NIIIIGHT

-halloween is his fav holiday. ud think its bc he liked scaring evan (and it kinda is) but mostly he jsut likes dressing up and going trick or treating. he'll use his costume to scare evan later tho. william takes them away because of that, just bc he doesnt want michael ruining the costume (they reuse them sometimes)

-likes growing his hair out

-looks very soft when thinking. evan only talks to him when he looks calm and collected.

-stims by humming, tapping, slamming his fists, and making loud sounds (shouting, whining, UGH AAAGH ect.) which tend to overstimulate evan

-him and evan are adhd vs autism but if the adhd also had autism

-scared of the ocean but he'll never admit it (got bit by some small fish once and it freaked him out)

-mouth moves faster than his brain

-NOT A MORNING PERSON (except on halloween) DO NOT TALK TO HIM IN THE MORNING!!! HE BITES!!!

-messy room with very little in it.

-punches holes in his walls as a stim :(

-likes sweaters in fall

-for someone who jumpscares his little brother, he gets jumpscared easily

-giggles a lot during hide and seek but thru hiding from evan he learned how to stop it. if he does giggle it means hes genuinely happy

-faints when SUPER freaked out. but it takes a lot

-probably gets queasy around blood

-lactose intolerant but he'll be damned if he doesnt eat that mac n cheese

-has SO MUCH FOXY MERCH. he convinces his dad to give him EVERYTHING HE LOVES FOXY SO MUCH

-would do awesome in school if he could get himself to try

-probably felt rlly hurt when he heard foxy was confined to a small area and not onstage. not because it mattered to him, but because the way william looks at foxy makes him think of the way he looks at him.

-gators r his second fav animal

-draws as a way of venting, but it rarely works. he likes it tho

-SINGS ALL THE TIME. WALKS INTO THE HOUSE DANCING AND SINGING AND TAPPING THINGS

-moves in his sleep

-TIGHT HUGS.

-AFFECTIONATE SHOULDER PUNCH GO!!!

-AGGRESSIVE SHOULDER PUNCH GO!!!

-NEUTRAL "I'm uncomfortable and idk what to do rn" SHOULDER PUNCH GO!!!

-giggles evilly

-like evan hes not very flexible but hes much more likely to hurt himsel fand sprains his ankles a lot

William

-Do not misspell his last name he will get unbelievably pissed

-probably nd too bc all his kids are but he doesnt gaf abt that 😭

-has kissed a man before as an experiment. did not get anything from it unfortunately

-met henry in college for robotics and became friends

-when his wife left/died he was just like "oh. i have three kids now. fuck." and then avoided them

-doesnt care about his kids but them dying causes problems for him so he tries his best to keep them alive (unsuccessfully. this is the afton family after all)

-just like mike, he sings and taps a lot, but its more humming and tapping.

-also lactose intolerant but he actually cares about it

-likes bunnies a lot.

-allergic to pollen. severely. he walks outside in spring and is already sneezing and rubbing his eyes

-Frustrated easily

-Looks pissed when hes not, looks pissed when he is. looks pissed when hes sad. looks pissed when hes thinking. the only time he doesnt looks pissed is when he looks happy and that is very rare (and never happens around his kids, only henry)

-TIGHT HUGS.

-Buys his kids gifts but its always stuff they either dont like anymore or didnt like int he first place. he doesnt care

-secretly likes thanksgiving a lot. hes a foodie what can i say

-lizzie is his favorite but that only means he is occasionally gentle with her in a way he'll never be with his sons

-likes dressing up fancy but als freaky he just likes dressing up

-poses in the mirror to check his outfit. michael walked in on him once and william has never yelled at him so muhc in his life. michael acted upset but he was giggling to himself

-does not and will never care about whatever michael and evan have goin on. he does NOT have time for them.

-drops and breaks his phone ALL THE TIME.

-likes stress balls a lot.

-springbonnie is his BABY. he LOVES HER.

-grabs his kids by their heads a lot. like if michael is in his way he'll just put a hand on his head and move him off to the side. the only one he cant do it to is evan because he just moves out of the way

-has a bunch of tiny robots of his own. he likes to make silly bunny robots taht r tiny

-thinks hes smooth wiht flirting and could grab a girl (he cant henry knows he cant)

-sticks his tongue out like a cartoon character when hes thinking SUPER hard

-pats michael on the back a lot to lighten a tense situation but it just makes michael tense up and makes it worse

-giggles evilly

-used to be queasy with blood and spent an hour in front of a mirror post-killing charlie telling himself to man up and somehow that worked

-not a hugger. only hugs his kids in public to lighten the mood. except mike. mike u get awkward back pats

-doesnt like being touched (he WILL smack your hand)

I THINK THATS ALL LMAOOO I HAVE SO MANY

#these are #super specific #sorry #whoops #super long post 😭 #tzu asks #the afton family #headcanons #tzu rambles #afton family hcs

[ivycorp]

Day 7: Car Wash | Voyage

Continuity: Transformers Knightverse, post Bumblebee (2018)

Relationship: Charlie Watson/Bumblebee

When Charlie shared her goodbye with Bumblebee on the hill overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, she was convinced that it was the last time both of them would see each other – him off to fight the never-ending war, her returning back home to her family and new boyfriend, doomed to reminisce on the one adventure that happened to her until the day she died. She managed to prepare a mixtape for this very reason, ready to cry herself to sleep for a month at least. People around tried to cheer her up, but not much could compare to a giant robot aliens from space, so they allowed her a period of mourning.

The next week went precisely like that: tears turning into headaches, sad music playing on full volume under the night sky to silence her own thoughts until she would drag herself back, exhausted and hollow.

However, on the morning of the eighth day, right when she was leaving her house to go mope around for another blurry summer Thursday, filled with bawling her eyes out and blasting the same mixtape in her newly repaired Corvette again, she noticed a familiar yellow Camaro parked in their driveway.

She rubbed her eyes, blinking rapidly – and, when the image didn’t change, she additionally pinched her arm hard. She regretted it at once, hissing at the pain.

She wasn’t dreaming.

“Bee? Is that you?” she asked, approaching the car, and was greeted with a cheerful beeping, and a clipped “Hello” from an indiscernible music recording. She nearly collapsed on the spot, holding on the vehicle to prop herself up, and cursed loudly.

“I thought I would never see you again! Never do anything like this again, you hear me?” she threatened, smiling and crying at the same time; a sad sequence of chirps reached her ears, and she patted the hood lovingly, shushing him.

“It’s okay, I just missed you, Bee, I’ll be mad for a while – but I am still happy to see you,” she assured; when the side doors flung itself open, she climbed right in, still laughing to herself. The car started moving out of the driveway, making Charlie rush to buckle herself in.

Bumblebee didn’t waste more time – speeding up, they soon were driving out of the town and into the surrounding wilderness, summer air warming outside of the car rapidly. Still, she urged her friend to lower the windows and let the roaring wind inside. At the speed they were moving, the noise was louder than anything - Charlie let out a victorious shout, throwing into it every single emotion that she was feeling.

There were plenty of them, but the primal yell helped achieve what she was looking for– a sense of catharsis. She could feel her body slowly stabilize from the roller-coaster of emotion she was on in the last hour.

In such a short time, her life went back to being bright and joyful.

‘What a blessing,’ she thought, hair windswept, ‘to have a day off at a time like that.’ Bumblebee’s frame was vibrating heavily from speed; she knew he was also happy to see her, showing his own reaction in the way he could right now, spinning them around at every possible opportunity.

When that happened, she could only hoot along from the adrenaline.

As far as she was concerned, they could stay like this forever – just them, the road, and the open sky.

Yet, as the darkness started creeping on the horizon, both of them knew they needed to come back to reality – still, the thought wasn’t so bad if Bee was going to be around.

He wouldn’t return without intending to stay, wouldn’t he?

She dismissed that thought straight away.

Nonsense.

Also, she would not let him do it this time around – if he went away, she would follow, simple as that.

As they slowed down upon coming back into the town, she was nibbling on the snacks she got from the gas station they visited, having thrown nearly all her money into getting the Autobot’s tank filled. Her throat was hurting from the screaming and laughing, but she preferred this pain to that which filled her for the last seven days. The radio was playing some random station, filling the night with soft tunes, as apparently she wasn’t the only one exhausted by the day’s excitement.

The lights in the town were bathing the road in familiar yellow hues, making it easier to locate the view of a local car wash that was still open – and, astonishingly, empty. Struck with inspiration, she counted the change she had left, and smiled widely.

“Bee, want to finish the reunion celebrations with a little TLC?” she queried, pointing in the direction of the wash; snickering when the car immediately turned, actually picking up the pace. They pulled in and she went out to get the program selected and paid for, laughing again when the door nearly caught her shoe as she returned.

“Someone’s eager, aren’t we?” she teased, as the bot got onto the tracks with an impatient beep; the lights came on, pulling them inside. The multiple jets turned on, brushes started swirling, and soon Charlie was again drowning in noise, shaken by the force of the pressure that took care of the dirt and grime that gathered on the yellow plating.

She was smiling fondly, feeling appreciative humming over the loudness of the machinery – it seems they will have to return to the wash periodically, if it filled the mech with so much happiness.

When the cycle she paid for ended, she urged Bumblebee to get onto the side parking lot under one of the street lights; she took hold of the stray bucket and well-used sponge laying by the exit from the wash. With a critical eye, she started checking over the bodywork to make sure there was no spot missed by the pressure jets, humming along to the Autobot’s internal radio.

“I think I got them all, you’re all pretty now,” she remarked, putting the tools away. A short beep of indignation came from the bot, and she giggled.

“Not that you weren’t pretty before, Bee – you’re stunning no matter what,” she promised, pulling onto the handle to let herself in. When the door didn’t budge she barked out another laugh, and, putting effort into looking serious, she spoke clearly:

“Bumblebee, I do not say these words lightly - honey, you are the fairest of them all, from here to Cybertron.”

The handle buckled, swinging the entrance open, and Charlie was sure she could feel the smug ‘and you know it!’ in this action alone. She could already feel the muscles in her face ache from how much smiling she was doing that day, but she didn’t mind it.

Tomorrow morning she would have to bring the news to her family and boyfriend, deal with the adrenalline rush leaving her body and the tense muscles in her face - but today?

Today belonged to them.

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Seventh and final entry for @heartsandsparksshipweek

#heartsandsparksshipsweek #transformers #maccadam #charbee #charlie watson #bumblebee #a bit short but I wanted it to be just a moment of mutual joy #before I inevitable go sideways #had to give this early cause I need to do a lot this Sunday #my_writing_sfw

[alastorscreamlover]

Copper And Sugar Coated Tunes

AeliaXAlastor Platonic/semi-romantic OC storty TW: Mentions of blood Summary: Head over heels for Alastor who seems to be dancing on the line of romantic and platonic, after being aromantic for many years there's always a possibility romance will arise. After all Aromantic and Asexuality are a spectrum. For now he's happy with his toy.

For: @mydisenchantedeulogy

Cannibal town was always a hoot, it’s been a great home to Alastor for many a year and found it in a strange way comforting. Though it was not where he resided on purpose, when those days hit where he had too much gossip in his bones he would go out of his way to find Rosie and spill anything he had. Within reason. After all, everyone had their secrets, and his most unkempt secret was Aelia, a rather sweet tart of a demon who’d been floating like a bee around the radio demon for some time now. No one could fathom why, but no one would question it since the red demon himself had a rather large cast of unseemly characters these days. Her on the other hand he kept at arms distance rather than a good five meters away.

Rosie especially kept an eye on this, after all even an ace in the hole like Al still deserved to find companionship in all its shapes and sizes. Not that he made it very clear what she was to him. One moment it could be a silly friendship, the next possibly romantic and just at the tail end she could be a victim for the taking. Every so often Rosie swore she could see a chain on her neck but just as she saw it it faded. Like a red string of fate that southerners would speak of.

It seemed now that the red string had brought them arm in arm to the town square for a feast. A celebration of new friends, from Charlie to yourself it was all to be celebrated. Alastor hadn’t come with Charlie this time, instead the demon was arm in arm with the swan demon, their horns gleaming in the glow of the lights swinging just above. “Alastor! My sweet swan!” Rosie called cupping Aelia’s cheek and gingerly reaching for Alastor’s hand, “A pleasure to see you two arrive! Charlie and Vaggie have been setting up for a bit but I’ve been waiting for the two of you for the music!” She grinned, sharp teeth gleaming. 

Aelia smiled softly at the woman leaning into Alastor gently, the limit of proximity boundaries not often tested and gingerly accepted on the demon's part this once. He didn’t go rigid but a hum escaped him, dusted with radio static. “A pleasure Rosie! I will gladly get it set up as long as you don’t mind my music!” He explained with a slight boy, releasing Aelia from his arm he pat her atop the head, “Why don’t you go find my radios dear and I’ll set us up a table!” His ever present static dissipated and he swept off with Rosie to get the final preparations done for their table. 

The young avian demon let out a small sigh, she had been hoping for a little more time but as the older radios and gramophones showed up in green smoke, beautiful magic as always. Flapping her wings once in preparation she flowed gracefully to them, prepping them to the same station or moving the needle to the right starting point. Wings causing a pleasant breeze to mix the blood of the food and sweets that were brought by others. Copper and sweet confectioners sugar. When the final one was set correctly the music began. Upbeat jazz music began to coax the crowd from their bloody feasts, bringing them closer to the gazebo as they began to pair up.

Most of those in Cannibal town had come together not just because they are human eaters, like minded in that sense, but because they also died around the same time. Even Alastor could be counted amongst them. The only reason Vaggie fit in there was because Charlie was the princess of hell and they had to welcome her in with open arms now, Aelia on the other hand didn’t have a chance. Floating back to the cobblestone, a shadow appeared beside her, forming quickly into Alastor as he extended a hand to her, “Care for a dance?” He asked, his big grin pouring into the avian demon. 

Surprise coated her expression before the small hearts began to form in her pupils. “I-I’m not really… versed in dancing.” She admitted almost avoiding his hand at first but as he didn’t remove it from the offer. 

“I’ll teach you then!” Without missing a beat he snatched her wrist and pulled her between a few other couples. Though it was a ‘leave room for Jesus’ type dance it was still closer than they often were. Almost toe to toe, sometimes even bumping shoes as he sent her through the movements. Like a rag doll she followed until it was more like a puppeteer. 

“My deer I-” He lit up for a second before she could get another word out, his eyes narrowing slightly in a teasing way, the previous hears in her eyes being accentuated by her blush. Oftentimes when she wasn’t thinking it might slip, her adoration for him was no secret and he’d take advantage of it whenever he saw the opportunity. 

“Hush you’ll do fine,” He whispered, bringing his head down slightly so his mouth was near her ear, quoting the song in a slightly sing-song way. 

‘I wanna be loved by you and you alone.’ 

His voice low, backed by a subtle amount of static so no one else could hear, causing the hearts to grow in her eyes as she tried to imagine he was just singing along. He was the type to tease and test, so who knew if he meant it just to her as he led her around the open dance floor whispering the lyrics in her ears. His heart thumped to the rhythm of the music while hers took up the tempo of jazz. Every so often Al would check in with her, dipping her down or gently twirling her to ask a question while Rosie giggled and pointed them out. An ever supportive friend. 

 Maybe he was taking notes from Angel to tease the blush out of her, watch what would make her squirm. Regardless of his angle, manipulation or not, it was polite and respectful at face value. Something Aelia couldn’t and didn’t want to see past, she wanted to look into those deep crimson eyes and see love reflected in them, not hunger or manipulation so that’s what she saw. Gently spinning her he brought her across the dance floor to their table.

Delicately decorated in reds and whites, strawberry cakes, tarts, and gently blood garnished dishes. Though Cannibal town had it’s downs ever since Alastor came back they’d had a newfound appreciation for aesthetics in their food and he’d made sure to make Aelia’s look extra appealing, jambalaya for the two of them no doubt but it was decorated in such a soft way you could be fooled into thinking Rosie did it herself. If it weren’t for the small garnish of fake radio static on each plate which Alastor put on each of his dishes then it would have been a lie.

A smile tugged at Aelia’s lips and Alastor brightened, there it was, the smile he’d fought for, the one he’d been after, a hard one chased. His static paused and he reached out pinching her cheek, “There it is. The little swans smile.” He teased almost proudly before pulling out her chair, gesturing for her to take a seat. 

It took her a moment to process, first the pinch, her hand delicately touched where Al had pinched, a softer more embarrassed smile taking the smile of awe. “Little swan hm?” She finally managed as she sat on the lawn chair gently scooting in. 

“I have to admit Rosie was right on the money when she called you that.” There was much more behind that but currently he was much too excited for food. Though he didn’t often express it, or even give into his cannibal tendencies this was one time he’d agreed to be human. For Charlie, for Rosie, for Aelia. 

Her heart picked up a beat, the nickname sticking was a twist, especially if Alastor was going to hold on to it, “Thank you.” Her shell was slowly being cracked open, a sweet side coming through, fighting to show it to Alastor but also keep it hidden from the world they both lived in.

Taking a small bite of his food he chewed carefully before reaching a hand out to her, his claws skimming the skin to not hurt her. “Thank you for coming dear, I would have hated to come unaccompanied to such an event! You fill a void with a bright presence!” Was he just listening to himself talk? “You’ll have to keep accompanying me though now, I’m not one to jump from person to person!” No, that had to be him setting up something. Aelia giggled, lifting her own fingers and wrapping them in his. Her free hand lifted the bloody wine to her lips, letting the crimson stain the corners of her mouth as she paused. “Let’s make it a deal.” He offered as he rubbed the tip of his finger on her hand. 

Her heart leapt and she almost choked on the wine. “Alright I’ll make a deal on it, I’ll attend with you, just as long as we can have a good time.” She offered, her words almost fumbling over each other. Small sparks of green magic left his fingers but there was no chain, no offering of souls, instead the smile he had met his eyes for the first time in a long time, “Then my little swan, it’s a deal~.” 

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WITH YOU [31] I’M SORRY

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: Some hard conversations leads to healing and peace. But the peace is a short thing and is once again disturbed.

Warnings: none

Song: Olivia O'Brien Complicated

"Everybody okay?" Rick asked and everyone turned their attention towards him.

Charlie couldn’t even look at him - still ashamed and guilty for what she had done. That’s why she continued eating whatever was in her bowl. "What about you?" asked Hershel when Glenn confirmed that everyone was fine.

"I cleared out the boiler block," he answered and passed them.

"How many were there?" asked Glenn.

"I don't know.A dozen, two dozens," Rick shrugged. "I have to get back. Just wanted to check on Carl."

Charlie’s head snapped up after his words. Carl? What about the baby? Their gazes met and she fought herself to keep it up, she also wanted to show her disapproval. But Rick didn’t care about her angry stare just as he didn’t care about his daughter, so he turned his eyes away.

She wanted to make a scene and throw questions at Rick, but it was impossible. Charlie was the reason for his behavior.

"Everyone have a gun and a knife?” a cop asked as he looked away from Reed.

"Yeah. We're running low on ammo, though,” Daryl nodded.

"Maggie and me were planning on making a run this afternoon," Glenn reported. "Found a phone book with some places we can hit, look for bullets and formula."

"We cleared the generator room," said Daryl. "Axel's there trying to fix it in case of emergency. We're gonna sweep the lower levels as well."

"Good," Rick nodded. "Good," he repeated and headed to doors.

He ignored the calls and just followed his own mind.

It was all killing her inside. Lori wasn't the only problem now. The whole group's dynamic was broken due to Rick's absence. He wasn’t just a member of the group, he was the leader who was making decisions for past eight months. They tried to be happy that the baby was healthy and getting better with each day, but the shadow of Lori's death was following them on every step. "You don't want to hold her?" she heard a question.

“Is he any better?” Charlie asked ignoring Hershel’s question.

“No,” he answered. “He’s going mad.”

Charlie looked at the older man and let out the air. “That’s all on me.”

“Don’t say things like that,” Hershel shook his head. “You did the right thing.”

“Making both Carl and this girl orphans was the right thing?” she looked away. “I should have let them both die.”

“Charlie…” said concerned Hershel, letting go of her shoulder.

“I made a promise to Lori,” she said after a moment of silence. “And I will have to break it.”

“Those kids have no one but you.”

“They have all of you,” Charlie said. “And they still have a father.”

In that moment, she knew that there’s a way to walk away from her responsibility. Hershel with his soft reasoning couldn’t help, but Charlie wouldn’t pat Rick’s back. She was going down to talk him out of his madness.

"May I?"

Rick looked at her, but he said nothing.

"You saved my life Rick. All of us," Charlie said. "More than once."

Silence.

"She wanted me to keep an eye on Carl and the baby," Charlie said. "I promised her that."

"She was sorry for what had happened between us," Rick interrupted. "We could have talked it out."

"I understand what you feel," she said. "You're...taking your time...You were strong for so long. I know you want to get away from this...we all do."

"You know nothing, Charlie," he leaned in. His voice turned colder and rougher. "It's not safe here. I'm waiting for a call."

Charlie was looking at Rick who wasn't even the shadow of what he once was. She said to his back. "Your daughter needs you."

He turned around and looked at her with nothing, but emptiness in his eyes. "This is not my daughter."

"Well…he’s dead. Should have thought about it before killing him,” Charlie noticed. "So what about Carl? You've been torturing him. He doesn't get to be sad about his mom's death?"

"Stop it!" he screamed, making Charlie jump. "Lori didn't die! She was killed!" he added and pushed the chair so it fell on the ground.

"I know!" Charlie snapped. "Because I'm the one who killed her! With those hands!"

" You better go now," he swallowed and raised his hands.

"No," Charlie shook her head. "You're no longer the leader. You don't get to tell me what I should do! You're going to listen to me!" she yelled and stepped forward. "I promised your wife to take care of your children, and I am keeping my promise. Carl needs you. He is left with a baby, while he is still a baby!  Whether you like it or not, you have a daughter. And they need you."

Rick raised his eyebrows in awe.

" I killed your wife. I made you like this and I made your kids an orphans. I will have to live with this to the day I die, and believe me I already hate every second of this life. I hear her in Carl’s voice, I see her in your daughter’s face. But I did that. I killed your wife," she said with a hoarse voice. "So don't make your kids life miserable, while I'm the one to blame. I'm...sorry. I'm sorry."

A sob broke through her lips, and hot tears became running down her cheeks. After a moment she felt his hands on her shoulder, and tight squeeze. "It's all right," he whispered and one of his hands ran down her hair.

Silence Thank you fell from Rick's lips as he was holding his daughter for the first time. His face was curved in a smile as he was looking at the little girl, walking outside to show his little girl the world and so she could soak in the sunrise - and that brought a hope that maybe one day, Charlie would be able to do the same to the girl.

"She looks like you," Rick smiled at Carl as they went out with the baby.

"Big brother Carl," Charlie remembered how he said it on the farm, which only made his smile bigger. She turned her gaze towards the gate, initially to see any signs for Glenn and Maggie, and then her smile dropped. "Rick."

The man placed his baby into Carl's hands and walked towards the gate.

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okay late christmas gift from charlie again but wtv ...

CH☆R'S REQUEST 💌

robert 'bob' floyd x gn!reader

reader has been avoiding bob + overworking themselves, bob being the wonderful boyfriend material, he asks reader but it doesn't seem to work no matter how hard he tried ( etc, talking / trying to comfort them ,, asking them whats wrong ) , he then asks Phoenix for help on ways to help you ... ( idk what else u continue , )

OVERACHIEVER

platonic! bob x aviator! gn reader ; fluff / angst

summary — r has been overworking themself for the upcoming mission, avoiding bob in the process — that is, until an accident happens in the air

content / cws — mentions of overworking, blacking out, and a jet crash

a/n — i feel very meh abt this oneshot, and i'm not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but it was all i could think of so hopefully you like it <3

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you were an overachiever, you knew that. hell, it was your call sign for a reason. it wasn't that you were trying to be better than others, no, simply that you were scared to disappoint, so you made sure you went above and beyond to manage expectations.

this mission scared you, it scared the other pilots too. flying at a level was way past the hard deck, being on the verge of blacking out, pushing your jet to the breaking point — it was a lot, but, being in the 'best of the best' tier in the navy, you had no choice but to train excessively. okay, maybe not excessively, that was a you thing.

in the process of overworking yourself, you ended up pushing away everyone close to you, leaving you to be by yourself so you could focus on training. you were good friends with bob, but you also didn't know him for that long, so he had only seen this happen once before. he had absolutely no idea how to help you. he tried to ask phoenix for advice, but she had just told him to talk to you about it, and that was the thing, he didn't know how to. he had come up with the general things he wanted to bring up, but maybe it was way too late for that.

you remembered the events all too well, how you could not? it was just a few hours ago. you pushed yourself too hard for the exercise, you had gotten the closest to hitting the target than anyone else, but ended up blacking out in the process of going up the simulated mountain that lead to coffin corner. maverick managed to wake you up with the loud alarm that came along when an enemy locked onto your jet, but by the time you regained consciousness it was too late to save your jet, leaving you to eject at the very last second possible.

now you sat in a hospital bed, head resting against the back of it with your eyes shut and nails digging into the arm rests of it. you were sure that no one could be more disappointed in you than yourself right now.

"hey, uh— earth to [n]?" you were pulled out of your thoughts, opening your eyes to be met with bob standing at the side of your hospital bed, "hi, bob."

sitting down in the chair beside your hospital bed, bob's facial expression contorted into puzzled look, as if he was trying to make sense of something.

"i need to talk to you about something," he began rambling on and on about how unhealthy your overworking habits were, "you can come to me, y'know."

"i know." looking down at your lap, you felt tears well up in your eyes, bob was nothing but a sweetheart to you, and you pushed him away. he noticed and immediately pulled you into a hug, well, the best he could manage with you being in a hospital bed.

"i have to go back out with phoenix, so i'll see you later, okay?"

"okay." you smiled, watching as he jogged out the room to phoenix, who was waiting outside with her eyebrow raised. she patted him on the back and gave you a quick wave before dragging him away.

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