#charlie sleeps without a shirt fight me about it

[coco-loco-nut]

Clumsy

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader, Lando Norris x Twin Sister

Summary: You can’t help it if you’re a little accident prone

a/n: thanks for the request!

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"Y/n, watch out," Lando grabs your arm, pulling you back. You give your twin a bewildered look before noticing the puddle on the ground.

"Thanks, Lan," you exhale. You and Lando were yin and yang. He was an asshole (at least to you), you were sweet and kind, he has done more than he will ever tell you, you are innocent compared to him, and Lando drives fast cars in circles following precise lines, you are always falling over the air.

"I don't think you should come out to the bars with us tonight," Lando says, a little too worried about you. He's your protective, slightly older brother.

"Lan, you never let me come out with you. Plus, you didn't invite me, Charlie did," you smile, referring to your boyfriend. Lando just shakes his head. You both somehow make it back to the hotel without incident.

"Charlie?" you call out to the shared room with your boyfriend. You hear the shower turn off so you just go to sit in the armchair to wait for him. You don't notice the bag on the floor and you trip, falling into the chair.

"Y/N!" Charles yelps, rushing out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist.

"Your fine- I mean, I'm fine," you stutter, blushing deeply. Charles let out an exhale, mixed with a bit of a laugh.

"What did you do, mon petit chou?" He asks, sitting on the bed.

"Tripped on the bag, in my defense it wasn't there earlier," you admit, laughing with Charles.

"Anything hurt?” Charles gives you a once over.

“My pride. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you lower your head in embarrassment.

“That’s ok. I’m going to finish getting ready for the bar,” Charles kisses you before heading back to the bathroom. You put on leather pants and a cute top you used to wear to parties while in Uni.

“You look beautiful, chérie,” Charles steps out, his damp hair pushed back and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. He has his glasses on, only making him more attractive.

“I’m going to be fighting girls off all night,” you smile as Charles pulls you against him, his hands resting on your lower back.

“Then it’s good that I only have eyes for you,” his nose brushes yours.You lean in, capturing his lips. You are interrupted by a knock on the door. “I’ll get it,” Charles groans, pulling himself away from you.

“Are you guys ready?” You hear Lando’s voice. You grab your purse, despite knowing Lando and Charles will pay for everything. Charles wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you close in case you run into something you might trip over.

Surprisingly, alcohol in your system makes you less clumsy, something that Lando and Charles were surprised to see. You were having a great time dancing with Charles, his hands on your waist holding you close. Lando gags watching you, but is distracted by other drivers. You and Charles go back to the bar to get another drink after the song ends.

“I bet you are gonna sleep well tonight, Charles,” one of the drivers winks at your boyfriend. You look confused, not picking up the innuendo, but you brush it off and order two more drinks. You were drunker than normal, more than you have been in a while, and your clumsiness is returning.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” you say in Charles’ ear.

“I’ll walk with you,” he says after noticing your stumbling. Oddly enough, there is no line in the women’s restroom so he walks in behind you, making sure you make it into a stall safely. You ram into the one wall, based on the thud he hears, and when you emerge there is a bruise on your arm.

“Amour,” Charles says, worried about you. “Want to go home? We can get you food to sober up,” he fusses, the both of you smell like alcohol.

“I’m okay,” you slur, Charles holds you steady while you wash your hands, seeing as how you stumbled to the sink. His grip doesn’t leave you as you go back to the bar to close the tab.

“Lando, we are going to food then heading back to the hotel,” Charles says, knowing you shouldn’t drink any more.

“I’ll go with you,” Lando excuses himself, wrapping his arm around you to help Charles. When you get to the fast food restaurant, Lando notices the bruise.

“What the hell happened?” Lando panics a little. Charles rakes his hand through his hair.

“Nothing, just an inchident,” Charles says. Distracted by Lando’s laugh at the phrase, neither of them notice that you slipped away to order food.

“Where’s Y/n?” Charles says, having a heart attack. You are clumsy, you could be on the road after being hit by a car, or bleeding out after accidentally cutting yourself with something sharp.

“Fuck!” Lando panics more, it takes them a minute to realize you are at the register fumbling with your purse. Charles inserts his credit card into the reader, paying for your meal.

“Charlie,” you pout.

“Stay by my side,” He kisses your pout. You make it home safe, likely due to the mother hens flanking you.

When you wake up, you feel Charles’ warm breath on your neck and his arms wrapped around you. You wiggle out, needing relief for your splitting headache. Unfortunately for you, this means you fell out of bed.

“Y/n?” Charles murmurs after hearing the thud. When he can’t feel your weight in his arms, he peers over your side of the bed to see you groaning on the floor. “You ok?” He asks, his morning voice deep and raspy.

“Hangover,” you groan, getting up to go to the bathroom. “Go back to sleep,” Charles doesn’t think much of it and waits for you to return to bed. He pulls you close when you lay back in bed, the best way to keep you safe are cuddles.

[storydays]

Hello Rosie! P1

(3rd POV)

Angel held (Y/N) close after their love making session, listening to the demon purr softly in his sleep. He'd told the spider what happened in Heaven, and who'd he'd seen. (Y/N) shared his fear of holding Angel back from being redeemed because they were engaged, and tried to break it off. 

The Italian stopped that shit in it's tracks. He dragged the prince to the full body mirror in their bathroom and hugged (Y/N) close. "Look in the mirror, bambino. We fit perfectly. You are my other half, and I am never leaving you if I can help it." "You are my other half, and I can't wait to call you my husband."  They stayed in each other's embrace, knowing that they were truly stuck together. 

*Downstairs*

"So like, where are your wings?" Niffty asked Vaggie, where everyone but Charlie were lounging around staring at Vaggie with a varying of emotions. 

"Niffty, I don't have--" "Didja ever think maybe she's sensitive about her lack of wings.." Angel spoke up before smirking, "Just like her lack of tits?" He pointed at his own chest fluff, mimicking tits.

"Yeah, where are your tits?" Niffty asked innocently, looking into Vaggie's shirt, making (Y/N) snort softly from where he was standing behind the spider.

"Any other questions?"  Vaggie sighed, pushing the cyclops away from her. "I got one," Husk spoke up, "How come every time Charlie talks to Heaven, we get in deeper and deeper shit?" 

"It's not her fault. Angels are just--" 

"Liars?" Angel supplied. 

"Manipulative greedy bastards?" (Y/N) spoke up, before looking down at his Hellphone, waiting for a certain owl prince to text him back. 

"Difficult. But Charlie's trying her best." 

"Yeah, well, her best is turning out real well so far." Husk rolled his eyes, walking away. "And where is Miss Fearless Leader anyway? Isn't about time for another 'doomed to fail' plan?" Angel asked, yelping when (Y/N) flicked him in his forehead. "Watch it." He warned playfully. 

"She's upstairs. Coming up with something I'm sure, in our room. Alone."

"Hmm..." Alastor hummed before disappearing. 

*Upstairs with Charlie*

Charlie was curled under the blanket, sobbing as Razzle and Dazzle watched her with worry. 

"Oh, Charlie, you look an absolute mess." Alastor cooed, smirking as Charlie shot him a dirty look. 

"Ugh, go away, Alastor."

"Now, now, is that anyway to act after picking a fight with all of Heaven and dooming everyone you love?" The deer mocked. "I have enough on my mind without hearing your sadistic idea of a joke, asshole." Charlie turned away from him when suddenly the Radio Demon appeared next to her with a wide grin. 

"Who's joking?" He asked curiously.

"Aaagh!" she yelped. 

"You have a captive audience downstairs waiting to hear what kind of inspiring performance you have planned next." 

Alastor laid on his belly, kicking his legs like a highschool girl. 

"Ugh, I can't.  How can I face them after failing them all so hard? They came here to be saved and all I gave them was more pain. I'm just as bad as the crulest Overlord in Hell. At least they don't go around giving false hope. " Charlie hugged herself. 

"Well, I never expected to see such a miserable display of self  loathing from you." 

"Oh fuck you, Alastor. All you do is stand there, smiling while you watch us struggle and fail. I don't know how you can enjoy all this suffering so much." Charlie rolled her eyes. 

Alastor chuckled darkly, appearing behind the princess. "Just because you see a smile, don't think you know what's going on underneath. A smile is a valuable tool, my dear." The deer took Charlie's face and spread her cheeks to make her smile, before turning away. 

"It inspires your friends, keeps your enemies guessing, and ensures that no matter what comes your way, you're the one in control."

"But I'm not. I'm the farthest thing from in control. The second person I trust most has been lying to me for years. Heaven refuses to listen. Even if they did, I can't prove it works. Adam had an invincible exorcist Army pointed right at my door step and there's nothing I can do about any of it! (Y/N) killed angels himself years ago, but he doesn't even know how he did it. So if the Shadow Prince of Hell himself can't help, how can I, the Princess of Hell, do anything?" Charlie asked, slamming her fist into her window. 

Alastor grinned sharply. 

"~I know something you don't knowwwww~" He sang, catching her attention. "Huh?" "Those big scary angels aren't as indestrutible as you might thing. You said it yourself, your dear big brother killed Angels himself. "

"What are you talking about?" Charlie questioned. 

"Just that you and your little band of misfits might stand more of a chance than you think." Alastor toyed with a plant in the room before walking away. 

"How? I'll do anything." Charlie begged desperately. 

"AnYtHiNg? Then let's make a deal." 

"You...you want my soul?" 

"Your soul?" Alastor asked sisterly, before brightening up. "Heavens no! All I need from you is one itty bitty favor. What's a favor between friends?" 

"I won't hurt anyone for you." Charlie said firmly.

"Who's asking! One favor at a time of my choosing where you harm no one. In return, I tell you what I know. Do we have a deal?" 

Razzle and Dazzle growled warningly before Charlie put her hand out, showing her horns and changing her eye color briefly. "Deal."

They shook hands, a green light glowing brightly enough where the hotel members could see it downstairs. 

"No, no!" Vaggie cried running upstairs, (Y/N) flying up the stairs, the wind from his wings opening the door.

"Right on cue!" Alastor called, as Vaggie arrived. "What did you do? Let her go!" The ex angel cried, charging at the deer. "Vaggie, stop!" Charlie cried. 

"What? No Charlie, please tell me you didn't--"

"No. She still owns her soul; I put a spell on Charlie when she was younger that prevented her from selling her soul." (Y/N) said, lowering himself to the ground, calculating gaze searching the two demons. 

"I made a deal with Alastor. He gave me info that can save the hotel, but we're going to need help. The angels can be defeated and Carmilla is the key." Charlie explained as she walked over to get her jacket. 

"What? Carmilla Carmine? She killed an exorcist in the last extermination. She knows how they can be harmed." 

"I---I didn't even know that was possible." Vaggie whispered in awe.

"If you did, would you have told me?" Charlie said coldly. 

"Charlie, I-"

"I need you to go to her, convince her to teach us. If she can, we might have a chance." 

"With just the seven of us?" Vaggie asked. 

"No, we're--ugh we're going to need numbers too."

"And I know just who can help. As long as Charlie can be her normal, charming self."

"What's that you said about smiles?" Charlie smiled as Alastor pat her head. "Good girl."

"Charlie, can we talk about this--" Vaggie asked quietly.

"We can talk later. Right now, we have a job to do. You with us?" She asked, eyes cold as she looked at Vaggie. 

"Yes." (Y/N) and Vaggie looked at each other with worry before following Charlie and Alastor downstairs. 

"So, uh, Alastor and Charlie just left like they were runnin' away from their responsibilities. Should we be alarmed?" Angel asked. 

"No, tesoro." (Y/N) chuckled, easing his love's worries. 

"We have a plan. But it includes defending ourselves against the angels." 

"Uh! Are you fucking high?" Husk asked. 

"They can be killed." Vaggie started as the Egg Bois ran by. 

"Yeah. That knife lady Camaro Carfight, killed one." Frank called, as Vaggie kneeled to his level. 

"Wait, you knew about this?" "Oh, yeah, I told Boss about it months ago."

"He what?"

"What? They say insane shit all the time. How was I supposed to know this one was true?" Pentious demanded. 

"Bank accounts are a scam created by the shadow government." Frank said cheerfully. 

"See!" Hissed the snake demon.

"What's important now is that we're gonna have a fight on our hands." (Y/N) spoke up, taking his role as Prince up seriously.

Vaggie nodded as she walked towards the door. "I'm going to learn how we can fight back. But when I come home, I'll understand if none of you are here." She left with that final thought. 

"Look, this hotel's about to become the most dangerous place in Hell, and we--I can't guarantee your safety anymore. I still believe in Charlie's dream, I know it can work. But none of you signed up for this," (Y/N) spoke up, "I am still your Prince, and I won't willingly let any of you get hurt, so if you want to leave, please get somewhere safe." 

Silence filled the air before Angel smacked (Y/N) on the back, mindful of his wings. "Babe, we ain't leavin' you. We've been here since the beginning, we'll be here 'til the end." Husk, Niffty and Pentious nodded their heads, smiling determinedly at their prince. 

" 'Sides, we have a wedding to plan, and we can't do that without our family." Angel cupped (Y/N)'s cheek, making the blond press a kiss to his hand. "Thank you, amore. Now, let's get to training." The prince smirked darkly, summoning his shadows' and multiple weapons. "We've got a lot of work to do."

*End.*

A/N: sorry for the short chapter lol. I'm gonna cut it into three parts, and I hopefully should have the next two up at some point today.*

[flywolfwriting]

Throw Me in the Deep End

Charlie was proud to say she was not afraid of the dark. It certainly impressed the other seven-year-olds in her class, and her parents always told her how proud they were that she had conquered that fear so young. That she was so brave for sleeping without a night light. 

It was even mostly true. She could sleep in her own room, and could sneak about the manor in the middle of the night without her heart in her throat, but sometimes it still quickened, and if she looked out the windows her breath caught. She was still only seven, after all, and it was a big, scary world beyond the safety of the manor walls. 

It took her time to settle into their New Orleans holiday home. She learned the creaking of the walls and the whispering of the wind, grew accustomed to the way shadows cloaked her temporary bedroom. She kept the curtains open for just that small glimmer of moonlight and buried her head under her blankets to keep from looking outside. 

She didn't say anything to her parents, though, not even when her mom woke her before sunrise to take her on an early-morning walk. They drove for ages with Charlie napping in the backseat, until her mom pulled over and told her they'd arrived. Charlie hugged close to her, but put on a brave face when Lilith led her into the bayou. She protested only a little when directed to stay put for a moment, her plea cut off with a firm, "You're mommy's brave little girl, aren't you?" 

Charlie wanted so badly to be so she nodded and did as asked. She watched her mother disappear into the darkness and waited. 

And waited.

And kept waiting. 

The song of the bayou played around Charlie and her trembling fingers clutched the hem of her shirt tightly as she tried not to imagine glowing eyes creeping closer around her, silent tears streaking her cheeks. 

Finally she could take it no more and with a sob she raced back the way they'd come. 

"Mommy!"

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Alastor loved nights like this, when the shadows clung to him like cobwebs and the crescent moon offered just enough light to avoid stepping into the alligator-infested waters. He could see the glint of their eyes watching as he dumped the duffle bag and opened it. They moved closer but didn't creep onto the small finger of land he stood on. They simply waited, and when he threw the first limb into the water they struck, the still bayou turning into churning bodies fighting for meat. 

Alastor threw the next piece, quietly humming as he watched them feed. This was almost the best part, second only to the moment blood welled under his fingers and his victim realized they were about to die. He kept the best cuts to himself, of course, but the gators seemed to appreciate his treats all the same. 

When he finished he loaded the bag with soil before tossing it in, tucked his gloves back into his pocket, and set off with a spring in his step. 

That was when he heard the sob.

Alastor froze, listening carefully. The bayou was full of strange sounds but he had learned them all, knew each creak of wood, the splash of an alligator sliding into the water, the hum of every insect. He slipped into the shadow between the trees and waited, his knife at the ready. They weren't truly deep within the bayou itself; he couldn't risk the noise of a boat. It was plausible someone had followed him. 

What came next was a greater shock: a child, a little girl, stumbling into view. 

No, they weren't deep, but dawn had yet to crack the sky and they weren't near any roads. 

Alastor resisted a sigh and tucked his knife back into its sheath against his thigh and stepped out. 

The girl let out a short scream and fled.

“Wait-” Alastor called, then took off after her. He couldn't see her anymore but he heard her footsteps, another short scream, and the expected splash as she fell into the water. 

And then a more familiar kind of splash.

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[michaelasworlds-blog]

Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch. 1: The Forgotten Decade

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Oregon, 19XX

He had been watching her for a week now, where she lived, where she went to school, and hung out with her friends. She was beautiful and he had to have her,

One late afternoon he finally got up the courage to go after her.

Now here they were, in one of his sheds, “Can't Smile Without You” playing on the record; She was chained to a medical bed crying over Barry Manilow.

“Please! Please let me go! I won’t tell-”

“Shh!” He gagged her with a cloth. Listening for a moment he started to hear a child talking to themselves, the man rolled his eyes. “You couldn’t have waited at least an hour,” he glared at the girl still crying. The man grabbed a syringe, before walking to a closet across the room. Opening the door, a little girl was playing with a black baby doll.

“Daddy!” She smiled up at him. “Look the baby not sleep!” she showed him the doll.

“Uh oh,” he grabbed the doll. “I have to teach a lesson.”

“Oh no! Can I come out now?” The little girl asked.

The man picked her up, “Not until you’ve had your nap young lady, you know how you get when you’re cranky.”

“Awe…” the toddler pouted.

“Yeah, I know,” the man also pouted before sticking the syringe in her leg. His daughter slowly fell unconscious, he dropped her on the floor of the closet before closing the door; “Now! Where were we?” He picked a pair of pliers walking over to the medical table.

“Please..please let me go, I won’t tell anyone,” the girl on the table cried.

“Shh…” he rubbed her head. “It’s okay, I’ll let you go I just need a favor”

“Okay, fine whatever you want,” she smiled sort of relieved.

“Say ‘ahh..’ ” he pried her mouth open before putting the pliers in.

She screamed.

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Present day, Hell

“Welcome to today’s activity! Decade day!” Charlie clapped excitedly. “Everyone should be dressed as the decade they were born, and we can all mingle with each other about our favorite parts of that time period!”

Sinners dressed from the early 1700s to the present clapped before mingling with each other, the princess of hell and Vaggie walked around listening to residents complimenting outfits and critiquing them, “This is amazing! I can’t believe how many people decided to participate,” Charlie squealed.

“It’s all thanks to you babe, a lot of these new generations of sinners believe in change and want to get better-” Vaggie was interrupted by the sight of the Radio Demon in his everyday suit, “Alastor! You said you’d participate,” she groaned.

“I am, this was very popular in my day,” he fixed his tie, looking smugly at the angel.

“Bastardo engreído,” Vaggie glared.

Translation: Smug bastard.

“Well Alastor you look very spiffy,” Charlie snapped fingers guns at the overlord.

“Why thank you my dear,” Alastor smiled at her before the couple walked away.

They continued seeing everybody then got to Eric, Ezekiel, Erin and Bean. “Look at you guys! Eric I didn’t know you were born in the 80s!” Charlie looked amazed at his leather jacket.

“He’s not, he’s just copying me,” Bean crossed her arms. Her hair was teased and she wore punk rock like clothing, you could tell who actually lived through the time period.

“I put a twist on the activity, decade I lived through nah, how about a decade I should’ve been born in?” Eric smirked posing.

“He’s jealous cause his time period sucked,” Ezekiel elbowed him in the gut.

“Right.. because the 1920s were so much better,” Eric pushed him.

“Guys come on,” Vaggie rolled her eyes. “Men.”

Bean rolled her eyes, getting between the sinners to stop from fighting. Charlie was glad she had decided to stay at the hotel, she helped out a lot and joined in on activities; Charlie felt as if this was to keep Bean from thinking about something else but she was glad to have the extra help. She turned to see Erin wearing just a shirt that said “Ageless” and shorts.

“Erin! Cute top..um what decade are you from?” Charlie smiled at the siren.

“Um.. the thing is, I don’t know, I don’t know when I died all I know is that I was 16 when I died, but I don’t know when that was..” Erin looked down playing with her necklace, “I just thought the shirt would be funny.”

“Awe..I’m so sorry, I just love the shirt, and it’s okay you could’ve just dressed up as your favorite decade as well-”

“Seriously?!” A voice yelled. Everyone became quiet, turning to an angry Voe, “What the hell is the point of this activity then Charlie?! This is stupid!” She raged before storming upstairs.

“What was that about?” Vaggie raised an eyebrow.

“Smiles still isn’t talkin to her,” Angel leaned on Vaggie’s head. He looked at her, “That’s what people wore in your time period?”

Vaggie pushed Angel off her, “Yes!”

“Yikes,” He said before walking away.

“Anyway…” Eric slowly turned to Erin. “I just had the best idea!” He held her by her shoulders.

“What?” She looked around nervously.

“A mystery!” Eric smiled.

“A murder mystery,” Ezekiel chimed in.

“Wait wait wait, you don’t know that she was murdered,” Vaggie said.

“Actually my dad says that usually a sinner with memory loss died in a traumatic way, so it could be murder,” Charlie shrugged.

“Oh no! I was murdered?!” Erin gasped.

“You bet your sweet bottom ass baby you were,” Eric twirls her into him. “And me, you, Zeke, Bean and the viewers are gonna solve this mystery.”

“Wait-” Bean was interrupted by Charlie screaming.

“A murder mystery podcast?! We’re listening to every episode!!” She hugged Vaggie.

Eric takes out a tape recorder, starting to record, “Episode One, Part One…”

“The Forgotten Decade”

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“Good evening everyone, welcome back to Ravin’ wit Rave,” Eric said into the microphone. “I know what you’re thinking, ‘wasn’t he just on?’ And ‘why does he sound so serious?’ I’ll tell you why, we have an unsolved mystery on our hands. I’m here with Erin, a 16 year old-”

“Eric!” Bean said loudly.

Eric stopped the podcast, “What?!” This was the fourth time someone had interrupted him.

“I gotta go” Bean put her jacket on.

“What?! No I - I mean we need you!” Eric ripped his headphones off.

Bean looked at the three sinners before rolling her eyes, she didn’t even want to do this but she couldn’t let them down. They were her friends I guess; at least according to them, “Fine, my advice is if you really want to do this then you should probably think about the year you died; what was it like, were there cellphones stuff like that. it’ll help you decide what kind of sinner you’re looking for.”

“That makes total sense, why didn’t we think of that,” Zeke gasped.

“This is gonna be great,” Erin smiled.

“Yeah well, you guys have fun and I’ll be back…I’ll be back whenever,” Bean said before leaving.

Bean walked down the streets that were full of a lot more chaos than usual, ever since Voe killed the Vees lower sinners felt more confident; Bean knows she did. Sinners banded together and protected each other, more joined the hotel. Of course there was a downside to this, the higher up sinners fought back and would win; this is why she invested in a handgun and a switchblade. Walking by she looked up at V-Tower, the Vees got back about a month ago and didn’t waste time rebuilding their empire and it didn’t take any longer for people to pick sides. Team Voe or Team Vees, Bean was of course on Voe’s side however sometimes she wondered how Vox was, that flat faced bastard deserved to get fucked but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Bean walked into “Ruby’s” . It was pretty busy, sinners were sweeping, wiping down poles, tables and glasses; Ruby kept moving the grand opening date because it “wasn’t the right day” she was so dramatic.

“Bean my darling!” The overlord came from behind beaded curtains, Ruby kissed Bean on the forehead.

“Um hi, club looks nice,” Bean smiled as both sinners sat at the bar.

“Trixie sweetie makes us an acid martini please,” Ruby smiled at the hellhound behind the bar. “She’s sweet.”

Trixie placed two glasses of a green sizzling liquid in front of them, “Thank you,” Bean pulled the glass towards herself.

“Koman sa va?” Ruby sipped from her glass.

Translation: How are you?

“Fine I suppose, I’ve been kind of bored,” Bean rolled her eyes.

“I’m surprised Alastor doesn’t have you killing anyone for him, you were ready to do anything for the Radio Demon,” Ruby smirked.

Bean rolled her eyes, Alastor had “apologized” to her, and by “apologizing” ; it was more like a “I’m Alastor, I can’t help it.” But he said it in a charming and confusing way that Bean never understood; he started hanging out with her but she was sure it was to tick Voe off, she was not trying to be in the middle of that. “I’m done with men.”

“Uh huh, I bet you are,” Ruby didn’t sound convinced.

“Look, I have things to do today so why did you call me down here?”

“Oh!” Ruby sat up looking across the room, “Sha!” She waved to a slim demon, she had gray skin, yellow eyes and coily brown hair tied in a large puff with a white streak. “Come here my love,” she gestured to the demon.

The woman walked over to Ruby and Bean, “Bean this is Gigi, she’s new to hell and will be staying with me; Gigi this is my daughter Bean.” Gigi stared at Bean, Bean wondered if she had something on her face, “Don’t be rude, say something,” Ruby rolled her eyes.

Gigi cleared her throat, “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she shook Bean’s hand.

“Uh huh,” Bean looks at Ruby. “Why did I need to be here?”

“Well..I talked to Lucifer and Gigi is going to be at the hotel, I’d want her to have a friend to get her started, you’d do that for mommy won’t you? Oh who am I kidding? You don’t have a choice!” Ruby laughed.

Gigi stared at a miserable Bean, smiling a little, “I hate you,” Bean glared before storming out.

“Adyeu,” Ruby blew a kiss. She turned to Gigi who was beaming, “Yeah…you’re fired.”

“You said I could stay here!” Gigi was flabbergasted.

“You are terrible at everything! The tables are never clean, you can’t use a register. You can’t dance; you look weird when you strip or climb a pole, and my glasses, which were a gift from Asmodeus himself, have YOUR fingerprints on them!” Ruby shows her a glass covered in multiple smudges, and Trixie shakes her head disappointed. “And besides, don’t you want to spend quality time with your daughter?”

“From the way you were talking to her she might as well be your daughter,” Gigi crossed her arms.

“Oh Eugenia, always taking the cowardly route,” Ruby smirked. “I need you out tonight, I need that room for a very special guest.”

“Who?”

“None of your business,” she stands up to leave. “Be out in an hour.”

Gigi pouts, it was either the hotel or be homeless..

“Fuck.”

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“You want me to come back and work for you?” Bean sat on Valentino’s sofa.

“That’s what I said," he smirked, sitting on the couch across from her.

“Why don’t you call Angel, isn’t he the one who made you the most money?” Bean raised an eyebrow.

“That prick hasn’t returned any of my calls,” He growled.

“Awe..” Bean pouted sarcastically.

“I only have 20,000 souls now because of the Radio Demon’s little bitch, I at least wanna get my Sugar back,” he took a drag from his cigarette blowing out pink smoke.

“You tried to crush my head” she crossed her arms.

“Look, I know you’re getting bored at that hotel,” he waves her off.

“I am not.”

“Well I know you’re getting tired of being broke, your money is running low; I bet this is the third time you’ve worn that shirt,” he smirked.

Bean didn't answer, she was starting to feel a little upset, she’d never worn the same outfit twice in the same week; people barely knew her. She took a breath, “Can I think about it?”

Valentino grinned, kissing her hand before slowly licking it, “You sure can, baby.” Bean ripped her hand away, wiping the slimy saliva off of it. She got up to leave when the door opened, Bean stood frozen in place seeing Vox.

“Val there’s a meeting in ten, get your fat ass-” Vox looked from his phone, noticing Bean staring at him, his eyes widened.

Bean felt her face heat up, she wanted to say something but didn’t even know what the right thing was. Clearing her throat she mustered up a simple, “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” The TV Demon raised an eyebrow.

“I wanted to see about getting my job back..” Bean messed with the bottom of her shirt.

“Oh really? Vox smirked. “But didn’t you quit? And I don’t know if I’m too fond of Voe’s friends in my establishment.”

“I worked for Val not you,” Bean’s blood began to boil.

“Well Val works for me, so he does what I say,” Vox grins, his voice becoming slightly distorted. Bean glared at him, and his grin got bigger.

“Well..if you want a job I’m sure there’s something I can find for you chica,” Val leaned back on the sofa.

“Great,” Bean smiled at Val. “Call me when you need me,” she winked at the moth as Vox’s grin fell before Bean left the room.

Vox slowly turned to Valentino, “What actual fuck?!” His voice was distorted.

“What…don’t be jealous baby, it isn’t a good look for you,” Val smirked. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this new side.” The Tv demon rolled his eyes.

Vox scoffed, “Get your ass to the conference room.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Here we are at Siren Springs Cassius-”

“Actually it’s Casper,” Casper interrupted Eric.

“Whatever, we’ve got some questions to ask you and your mermaid buddies,” Zeke stepped up.

“Fine, as long as you bring me up to Voe on your next podcast,” Casper led them to a large lake filled with sirens sitting on rocks and playing in the water.

Eric, Zeke, and Erin stood in front of the lake looking amazed, “Casper! Who are these guys?!” A male siren shouted.

“We’ll be asking the questions here buddy,” Eric crossed his arms. At the moment the sinners in the water started spewing water from their mouths at the three. Casper pulled them to the side.

“Okay you can not talk to them like that,” Casper whispered to them. “They don’t respond to demands, be nice or they’ll rip you to pieces.”

“Like emotionally?” Erin asked.

“Come on, and let me do the talking,” The four started walking back to the lake. “Hey guys! Sorry about that, they’re just uh..hungry I guess.”

“Then tell the bitch to eat a granola bar,” a female siren rolled her eyes.

“Anyway.. this is Erin,” Casper gently pushed her forward. “She needs our help.” He gestured for her to get in the water. Erin got into the lake, it was still scary for her, but if she didn’t think about it, it was easy to forget her fears. The sirens surrounded her, touching her hair, tail and skin; though they were in the water their touches felt warm and soft as if she could tell them everything

“What are they doing?” Zeke mumbled.

“Making her feel comfortable,” Casper answered. “We’re more comfortable around our own, they’ll help.”

“Fuck yeah,” Eric smiled.

The sinners stopped touching Erin, “What do you need?”

“I can’t remember when or how I died, I believe I was murdered,” Erin spoke to them. The sirens give each other worried looks then look back at her.

“You probably won’t ever remember sweetie,” A female siren said.

“That’s bullshit,” Eric blurted. Everyone looked at him.

“Excuse me?” The siren narrowed her eyes.

Eric sat down in the grass pulling out the tape recorder, “What’s your name?”

The demon looked at him like he lost his mind, “Wynter,” she answered.

“Well Wynter, what evidence says she won’t remember?” He raised an eyebrow.

“We’re in Hell, this is a punishment meaning that we’re supposed to remember what happened to us, so we never forget what we did; that fact that she can’t remember means something traumatic happened to her,” Wynter leaned against the edge of the lake.

“What about death?” Erin chimed in.

“Most siren’s deaths are usually centered around drowning, maybe there was an accident; maybe you fell,” Casper shrugged. “Is there anything you remember?”

Erin thought for a second, “Snow, and trees, lots of them.”

“Like a forest,” Zeke snapped his fingers. Erin nodded

“I remember screaming, in pain; like I was trying to get out of something. I was sitting in the snow, I think,” She continued.

“Alright alright, let’s say you were murdered; you’ve come to the wrong place babe,” a male sinner stood up.

“And you are?” Eric asked.

“Percy,” the siren smirked before turning to Erin. “We’re not really associated with that, we’re more on the manipulation side of hell; we get what we want through our voice and in the bed,” Percy winked.

“Ugh who does this guy think he is?” Eric rolled his eyes.

“What should I do?” Erin looked up at him.

“Have a chat with an overlord is my advice,” Percy replied.

“Percy! That’s a terrible idea!” Wynter glared at him.

“His ideas are always the worst,” a siren mumbled in the back.

“Why?” Zeke asked.

“Overlords are the only sinners that were crazy enough to kill women and children, how do you think they got the power to become an overlord? They had the power up on earth, trust me an overlord is the way to go.”

“Of course! Why didn't I think of that?!” Eric looked at Casper.

“Because it’s a terrible idea,” Casper rolled his eyes.

“E let’s roll!” Zeke helped Erin out of the water.

The three sinners ran off, “Thanks Casino! I owe you one!” Eric shouted in the distance.

“It’s Casper!” Casper shouted. “And you owe me recognition! Don’t forget to tell Voe about me!” Percy sighed, putting his arm around him, “Think they’ll remember?” He looked at him.

“Oh absolutely not,” Percy pat him on the back. “They’re idiots, I’m gonna miss them; what about you Wynter? You gonna miss them?” He smirked at a glaring Wynter. She said nothing, spitting water at him before going underwater. “Jokes on you, I’m used to bodily fluids on me!”

“Should I go after them?” Casper asked, looking into the tall grass.

“Absolutely not,” Percy pat him on the back.

Wynter slowly emerged from the water looking into the grass.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“That’s not what I told you to do!” Bean scolded the three.

“You said to go get info!” Eric yelled.

“I said to re-jog her memory, not start a fight with sirens and interrogate overlords! You guys are gonna get yourselves killed!” She paced the living room, they couldn’t be left alone for a DAY; it was ridiculous.

“Exactly! That’s why we need your guidance!” Zeke smiled. “You’re like our older sister!”

“No She isn’t!” Eric pushed him. “You’re smart, and hot, we need that smart beauty that I - we know and love,” he put his arm around her.

Bean looked at the sinners, they looked desperate and sad; it was making her sad. She sighed, “Fine I will help you.”

“YES!” Eric said a little too excited.

“But! Do not be weird! And we should listen to each other because that’s like teamwork I guess,” she shrugged.

“Yay! Our sister’s here to help!” Erin hugged her.

“On three! B.E.E.E Squad!” Eric shouted.

“BEEE SQUAD!” The other two repeated.

Bean shook her head, what had she gotten herself into?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alastor sat listening to some soft jazz in his radio station. It was pretty quiet tonight which wasn’t a problem, it was just strange. He wanted space from Voe to think, about what? He didn’t know himself, first off it was the question of trusting her again, Alastor missed their conversations, missed her touch and her soft skin; but there was no telling what she’d do. Voe couldn’t be trusted, but at the same time he looked into her eyes and saw the truth, and that’s how they got to where they are now. Did she even care? Had she moved on? Should he move on? A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Was it her? He hoped it was, but at the same time he hoped it wasn’t. He didn’t know what to do, or what he’d say. Alastor opened the door revealing a female gray demon standing in the doorway, she looked up at him nervously, her yellow eyes boring into his. “Can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you the Radio Demon?” She asked.

“Depends, who are you?” Alastor tapped the top of his cane, already becoming impatient.

“Me, my name's Eugenia..”

His eyes widened.

“I need your help.”

(Hey everyone! welcome to my new story, well more of a sequel, just some small info. First off this takes place during another fanfic “Fawning for You” it’s written by @nkirukaj the OC Voe belongs to her and obviously canon characters belong to the lovely Vizipop, other characters like Bean, Eric, Zeke, Erin, Ruby and Eugenia/Gigi are my OCs. This is an 18+ story, I can’t stop you from reading it but there will be triggering content; I will add trigger warnings and let you know when those scenes come up. I hope you enjoy my story ♏️)

[rootedinrevisions]

✨ Requests Are Open! ✨

Hey everyone! I'm excited to open up requests! I’ve got a list of prompts ready for you to choose from, but I’m also open to any ideas that you’d like to send in. So if you've got a scenario in mind, let’s see what we can do to make it happen! ❤️

See below for more information & details! Please, please, please make sure you read below as there is some information about rules, exceptions, and requests I WILL NOT accept. So please see that section before sending in a request! Thanks xx

Here’s a list of fandoms and characters I’m currently accepting requests for or would be comfortable writing for:

Fandoms & Characters

Glen Powell: Himself (RPF), Tyler Owens (Twisters), Ben (Anyone But You), Ron (Hit Man), Jake Seresin (Top Gun: Maverick), Charlie (Set It Up), Chad Radwell (Scream Queens)

Twisters: Tyler Owens, Boone, Scott, Javi

Top Gun: Maverick: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Robert "Bob" Floyd

Marvel/MCU: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

WWE/Wrestling: Cody Rhodes, Corey Graves, Damian Priest, Drew McIntyre, Finn Balor, Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso, Kevin Owens, L.A. Knight, Pat McAfee, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins (if there is someone you're thinking of from WWE and they aren't on the list feel free to ask! There are so many guys on the roster that these were the ones that came to mind.)

Prompt List

Fluff Prompts: 

“Are you…blushing?” “No! Shut up!”

“Babe, come on, we’re gonna be late!” “Five more minutes.” (requested)

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Flustered Prompts:

“I can’t keep talking to if you don’t put a shirt/pants on!”

“Shit I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-I um should’ve knocked. Um I-I’ll just go.”

Angsty Love Confession Prompts:

“Since when did you ever care about me?” “Since fucking forever, you idiot!” (requested)

“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.”

“You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you?”

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me.”

“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” (requested)

“Will I ever be good enough for you?”

“All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at her.” (requested)

“You couldn’t tell that I was in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else.”

Angsty Fight/Break Up Prompts: 

“I can’t just let you go. Please, don’t make me try to make you stay.” (requested)

“Do you understand how much it would hurt me…how much it would kill me to see you go?” (requested)

“The difference between my love for you and your love for me is I’d give up my life without you asking, but you wouldn’t even give me a moment of yours if I was on my knees and begging.”

“Please, please don’t cry. I hate when you cry!”

Situationship Prompts: 

“Is this what we do now? Make out and then never talk about it?”

“You know what? I’m done with this. I’m done with you. I’m done with us. I can’t do it anymore.”

“You can’t kiss someone else after a week of kissing me!”

“You like them���more? Is that it? Am I the second choice?” “That’s not true…” “Then choose me.”

“So I meant nothing to you all along. I was just one of the pawns in your game. Is that it?”

“What are we?” “Ummm, I don’t know. What do you think we are?”

“Why did you leave like that back there?” “Because.” “Because why?” “Because your dumbass can’t figure out how much it hurts me when you say that we’re just friends.” (requested)

“What was he doing back there? Flirting with you like he has a fucking chance?” “And why would you care if he was? It’s not like we’re together, right? You said it yourself ‘We would never be anything more than friends. We’re just really close and make out sometimes as friends. Nothing more.’” (requested)

“I’m sure there will be someone else out there who’s willing to be what you need without the commitment because I’m done being that person.”

“I’m sorry I’m not the person you want me to be.” (requested)

“If you didn’t want things to change, you shouldn’t have kissed me.” (requested)

“I just wanted you to fuck me, but then I got greedy and I wanted you to love me.”

“Did you ever love me? You know what, don’t say anything, I already know the answer.”

Fake Dating Prompts:  

“You don’t have to kiss me. Just a peck will be fine, at least to convince my parents.”

“Let’s dance, yeah? It’s a wedding, they’ll be suspicious if we don’t.”’

*grabs ass* “You’re going to pay for that later.”

“Admit it.” “Admit what?” “I’m not half bad.”

“You don’t look like you love me, you look like you’re constipated.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” “You look good in my hoodie.”

Lovers in Denial Prompts:

“Like them? Yeah, right. I can barely hold back my puke every time I look at them.”

“No, I don’t like them. They are too loud and obnoxious and I think that thing they do with their hands when they’re nervous is dumb.”

“If there’s nothing going on between you two, you don’t mind if I ask her/him out on a date, right?”

“You know that’s not the case. He/She adores you.”

Jealousy Prompts: 

“They were clearly flirting with you and you didn’t do anything, that’s why I’m mad!” (requested)

“You’re jealous.” “No, I’m not.”

“I just don’t like the way he/she looks at you, that’s all.”

“Just go hang out with her/him/person c. You’ve gotten good at that.”

“You’re really cute when you’re jealous.” (requested)

Smut Prompts: 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.”

“Don’t be shy baby, I love the way you moan my name.”

“Spread your legs, baby, that’s it…wider.”

“Don’t be gentle with me-I like it when you’re rough.” (requested)

“My breath just made you quiver. Can you imagine what my tongue will do?”

“Oh, shut up!” “You shut up.” “Make me.” “Okay, but you might moan a little.” (requested)

“I’m not the jealous type, but what’s mine is mine.” (requested)

“Staying quiet never was your strong suit, was it?” (requested)

“As soon as we’re both sober, we can do every dirty little thing you ever dreamed of.”

“What do you like?” “I don’t know.” “Well, then how about we find out together?”

I know you said no marks��but what if I put them where nobody but me will see them?”

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.” (requested)

How to Request:

Feel free to choose a prompt from the above list, or let me know your own original idea! Requests can be sent in for specific characters, or scenarios. Inbox/Ask if preferred but you can also DM if you're more comfortable!

Boundaries/Exceptions:

What I don’t write:

Smut for Glen Powell as himself (RPF)

Anything female x female.

Anything involving minors.

Anything involving non-consensual themes.

If I receive a request that isn’t quite my style or is outside my comfort zone, I’ll respond and let you know, so there's no need to worry!

Time & Patience

Depending on the number of requests I get, there might be a bit of a wait for your piece to be posted. If it takes a week or even a few weeks to see your request, just know I’m working on them in order and giving each one my best. Thanks for being patient! 🌟

[hazbinhappy]

Hey! I saw your match-ups were open and would like to request one if that's okay! I'm a dude and on the shorter side (5'4), I am pan with no gender preferences but I do prefer people who are more on the confident side. My love languages are physical touch and acts of service.

I am an ambivert, whether I'm more extroverted or introverted can change very quickly. I am typically laid back and easygoing and don't get annoyed easily. My favorite colours are purple and green.

I usually switch between wearing punk/emo style clothes (studded belts, band t-shirts, chains, leather jackets) paired with eyeliner or casual style clothes (Hoodies, shorts, beanies). My hair is a dark brown with a white streak due to lack of melanin and my eyes are a dark brown.

My hobbies are hiking, climbing, photography, video games, video/photo editing, needle felting and juggling. I like animals, hights, music and cooking. I don't like loud noises and spiders.

My appearance would likely have some owl-like features because of my love of heights and my messed up sleep schedule. Other than that my appearance would be mostly the same as it is now.

I would prefer not to be matched with sir pentious or charlie please.

Your Matchup is....

Velvette!

She is like the definition of confidence (more like too much because look at miss ma’am so I guess cocky, but she isn't afraid and she knows what to do)

I think she’d find your hair and clothes style really interesting.

Probably would try and mix your styles together so you two can match or she would match colors only

Idk I feel like matching is a small way to show that you are tied to a person

Did I read video & photo editing? Of course I did, I've been staring at this for a hot minute!

Oh boy do I have a job for you buddy!

Yes you already know it, you are an editor for miss ma’am Velvette here

Is it fun staring at screens all day and not getting to go outside and do your more hands-on activities? Yes, but oh my goodness your cute boss is micromanaging at every second (as if she knows what you’re doing)

Okay, but for realsies, you do speak about how you need some breathing room to be able to concentrate and she does take note of that, she also hires another editor JUST ONE so your workload is a bit lighter; you know are solely for Velvette’s work and the other unlucky editor get to work for moth man

As you two got closer she started to make more clothes based on your fashion and soon made it a rule for all of her employees to only wear her clothes (Velv come on just admit your feelings and ask for him to wear your clothes!)

Once you two do get together she will automatically take your clothes without shame, but makes it work

Shoot she might even dress like you just to make the fit work

If you get her on a hike she is whining and complaining, but it gave her inspiration to expand her work into sporty/athleisure wear as well

She does take interest in your hobbies during her relaxation time and is willing to try your food, but she will be honest about her opinions (this princess)

“Ugh! You’re taking forever!” Velvette pouted from her chair beside you with her arms crossed,

“Apologies, little miss princess. Maybe don’t give me so many photos next time.” You rolled your eyes as you continued editing the slew of photos she gave you from today's shoot.

After several more minutes of silence (in reality it was thirty seconds), she just got up and pulled your chair away from the desk.

“Don’t fight! You have been working all night, I want to sleep with you. I’m for once going to bed on time and so will you! Dumb and Dumber are out for the night so if we’re fast we can get to sleep with silence.”

A/N: You sound like a sick person ngl i’m a bit jealous of your hobbies and style /pos owls are such a good choice

[roll-of-royces]

Melvin Headcanons

Damn me for falling in love with a character with like ten minutes of screen time. As he's fairly ambiguous I have lots of personal headcanons for him!

You're cold, here's his jacket, instantly.

Has a fondness for apples

Loves when you wear his shirts, the more vibrant the better.

Secretly gives you extra food portions

Likes to sing, and is often found humming to himself

Prefers rifles in a fight

Has a unique way of dressing and finds it funny that people give him weird looks

Has lots of knowledge about agriculture and farming

Tends to get a bit philosophical when it's late at night

His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation

Longs to be a father, Charlie is a hard subject for him

Loves music especially classics like the Beatles

Is fearless when it counts, but isn't afraid to run

Prefers to sleep closest to the door

Dances with you with or without music

Used to be a bull rider

Grew up on an apple orchard and farm

He is very social and isn't afraid to speak his mind regardless who he is speaking to

Has little fear for the dead and became desensitized quickly

Likes to wear excessive belt buckles and cowboy boots

Does well around animals

Is a bit selfish naturally and will always pick his people over other people

[azlan-snow]

Humble Beginnings

Chapter 12: Crazed Desire

(Charlie’s POV)

As I walked away, Al looked at me, worried. I was satisfied, even though I just killed people. They shouldn’t have woken me up from my nightmare-free sleep. They got what they deserved, in my opinion. I reached my room and began to prepare for a bath. Being covered in blood was filthy, after all. I bet Al enjoyed that, even if it wasn’t his. As I undress, I hear Al come into the room. “Hey, Al.”

"Oh Dear Lord. Woman, why didn’t you warn me that you were undressing?!”

“Relax Al. I can’t be the first woman you’ve seen naked.”

“Ha! You are, believe it or not.”

“Really? I am? That’s hilarious!”

“Is it?”

“Yeah!”

“You don’t find it disturbing?”

“Nope! Wanna shower?”

“What?” The static emanating from him was getting louder every minute he stood there, staring at me, making me feel more naked than I already was.

“Yea! Do you want to shower with me?”

“Woman, why would you ask such a ridiculous question?”

“Well, you said we were a couple, right? That you wanted to court me?”

“Yes. What’s your point?”

“Couples shower together. Besides,  I could use some help with my hair.” He stood there, considering my offer .(I thought that he would reject it as soon as I said it, so I’m glad that he's actually  thinking about it.) 

“Sure! Why not? You did say that you needed help with your hair, after all.” He began to take off his tailcoat, revealing his harness underneath. “Wow, Al! I didn’t know that  you wore a harness! I thought they were just suspenders!”

“Yes, well you didn’t notice when you dressed my wound. Then again, I didn’t wear it that day, either. They were being dry cleaned.”

“Interesting. But hurry up. Or I’ll start without you.”

“Very well darling.” He undressed quicker, displaying his cute fuzzy tail. “I love your tail, Al. It’s adorable.” Al flushed red with embarrassment and instantly covered his tail with a robe. “Do you mind?” I’m guessing he was implying that I turn around, so I did. “I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting for you.”

“Thank you.”

As I waited I wondered what it would be like to hug my future husband. Al isn’t one for physical touch, and I’ve never hugged the man that I can remember. I wonder how he would respond to it. 

Much to my surprise, he came in half-clothed. His white shirt still on, pants rolled up, and gloves removed with his hair tied up into a messy bun. “Al!”

“Yes, mon cher?”

“What are you doing?”

“My dear, I am merely here to help. I don’t wish to overstep my boundaries.”

“Overstep what boundaries?”

“Have you not noticed that I only respect women, dear girl?”

“Yeah, I have. Except for Vaggie, for some reason.”

“Well, my code goes against what you were originally attempting to tempt me into doing, my dear. I shall not break my code, even now.”

“Did you come up with the code?”

“Indeed. May I wash your hair, mon cher?”

I looked at Al, who was displaying a somber face and waiting patiently for my answer. “Yeah.” 

He begins at the scalp of my head, slowly combing through my hair with his long fingers, making sure to massage and be gentle as he goes. It was soothing, so much that my wings, covered in blood from the fight this morning, appeared, startling him greatly. 

“Oh dear. Al, you okay?”

“Quite alright, beloved. Just startled and surprised is all,” he answered, shock in his voice. 

“I can feel you staring,” I say softly, intertwining my fingers with his slowly. “It's okay to touch them, Al.”

“Is it your blood?” He gently began to weave his fingers through my wings, wiping the blood off with his wet hands. 

“It's not. I used them this morning, and got blood on them.”

“Why do you hide such majestic appendages?”

“Appendages?”

“Yes. Why do you hide them?”

“No one liked them. They reminded Vaggie of the exorcist who cut out her eye.”

“Did you hide them as a child?”

“Only after my mom left. Reminded Dad of his fall.”

“The King is selfish, mon cher. You should nor have to hide due to his cowardice.”

“You think so?”

“I do. May I finish your hair?”

“Sure. You're really good with your hands, Al. Did your mom teach you?” His radio static screeched at my question, his hands stopping. I look up at him, seeing his discomfort. “You don;t have to answer. I’m so sorry, I-”

“It’s fine, Charlie.” That was the first time in a while he’s called me that. “I made my code when I turned 20, after my first kill: My father. He tortured and abused my mother while I was young and I sought revenge. I stabbed him, straight through the heart, ending him swiftly. My mother saw me that night, and wasn’t disturbed about the fact that I killed him.  She smiled as proud as I am now when she saw his corpse. She thanked me for doing something she couldn’t before her death a few years later.” He looked at me, eyes telling no lies about what he was saying. “I am not ashamed of what I did. And pride is not my only sin.”

“I don’t care about your sins. As long as you are kind to others, I could care less what you did when you were a mortal.” I took his hand, squeezing tightly and lovingly. “Sins alone don’t make up people. Everyone makes mistakes, Al. Including you. No one is perfect.”

“You are.”

“No I’m not,” I say, pouting.

“Charlie, your body is heavenly, along with your hair and your speech. So don’t say you’re not perfect.”

“Al. Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Apologies, my dear!” He did his typical jazz hands that he does when he’s sarcastic. 

After a few more heated exchanges, we wrapped up and sat for a while in radio static and silence. Finally, the silence was broken with a simple phrase: “I’m very sorry, Charlotte.”

I looked at him, puzzled about the sudden apology. “For what?”

“Making you uncomfortable. I haven’t done anything like this before.”

“Wait. I’m…your first partner?”

“Indeed. I didn’t seek any of this when I was alive, and I didn’t really care for it, either.”

“I’m honored to be your first, but that also comes with some complications.”

“Complications?”

“Yup. I’ve had two partners before you: Vaggie and Seviathan.”

“Who is this ‘Seviathan’?”

“He was my first, and was soo fucking annoying. I hated it, but it was arranged by our parents.”

“All the more reason as to why your father is terrible.”

“He’s trying his best. He doesn’t want to repeat his mistakes, but that isn’t working.”

“What about your mother?”

“She was missing for 7 years, so I don’t know what to do about her.” I hug myself tightly in an attempt to comfort myself. “What she did hurt in more ways than one. It’s nice that she wants to try, but I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Tell her no?”

“I can’t. You know how hard it is for me to do that.” Al scooted closer to me, embracing me in a hug, which I didn’t think he was capable of doing. He seemed to hear my thoughts, ‘cause he spoke while doing it. “Just because I hate touch doesn’t mean I can’t make exceptions. You are one of them.”  He rubbed his head into the croon of my neck, in what I’m guessing was an attempt to leave his scent on me.

“Al, are you trying to claim me?”

“My apologies, mon cher. I did not intend to, but alas, primal instincts do take over sometimes.”

“It’s fine. You’re quite possessive for a lover.”

“What?!”

“You’re clingy, in a good way. You always want to protect me, even though I am strong enough to protect myself.”

“Isn’t that the job of a partner?”

“In a way, yes, but not how you’re thinking of it.” I yawned, seeing as it was almost 11 pm. “I’m gonna go to bed. You’re welcome to stay here if you want.”

“Are you really okay with that?”

“Al. I am going to be legitimately straight with you. I. Am. Not. Scared. Of. You. Okay?”

“Crystal.” He blushed bright red at my confident statement.

“Goodnight, Al.”

“Goodnight, mon cher.” He lays down next to me comfortably.

[angst-king]

More than anything

((Since i've gotten into Hazbin, I've been coming up with small ideas here and there, so I thought i'd try one out and see how it goes.)) (CW description of injuries, abuse, & toxic dynamic)

“Ugh, I can’t fucking believe you Lucifer do I have to do everything my fucking self!?” “I’m trying my best here-” “It's not that damn hard for you to write a simple proposal, is it?” “It's n-not as easy as it looks Lili, please I-I..I’m trying.” “You’ve ‘been trying’ my patience Lucifer! You’re a seraphim and an angel of death, yet here you are looking like a pathetic wench!” Lilith hissed out, Lucifer shrunk a little at her words but tried to stick up for himself.

“Yes I am a Seraphim and was an angel of death, but I was never a king! I was never a ruler! Sure a guide at most but being a ruler wasn’t something I have experience in! If you helped me out this would go smoother!” “Help?! I’ve been helping, you act as if I’m not the one taking care of Charlie while you lock yourself in your room and cry till the sun comes up. You’re hardly a father to her!” “You won't let me be a father to her!” He protested his tail whipping around with anger, he hated when Lilith would bring Charlie into this.

“How can I spend any time with my daughter when you pull her away, load me up with work, or send me off? I would love to play with her more but how can I do that when I’m exhausted?! Or depressed?” Lilith rolled her eyes at him, Unfolding her arms she pointed a finger at him and started charging him away.

“Don’t go pulling the depression card with me, you do this every time. You don’t do shit around here, you don’t know how to command, you don’t to rule, I know you can come up with something better than whatever shit you wrote down as a proposal! You hardly put in any effort to do anything. You are the reason why your plans fail because you get so fucking lost you don’t know what to do with it and go off the fucking rails!” By now she had Lucifer backed against the wall, her tall frame towering over his smaller one. Her demon form domineering as she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt with a serpentine look.

“Honestly you are so fucking pitiful-” “L-lili please” Lucifer whimpered his hand on her wrist, what she hadn’t noticed was her claws digging into his throat. With a slight snarl, she dropped him and finally noticed the blood on her fingers. Her eyes widened in surprise but before she could even say anything Lucifer just got up from his spot on the floor and weakly staggered away announcing he’d sleep on the couch that night. Although Lilith was angry with Lucifer she never wanted to hurt him, and neither of the two liked fighting. They didn’t like arguing every night, they didn’t like what they were becoming. Once a couple who had been through the worst which was being hunted down and thrown out of heaven, their love and devotion towards each other and their desires keeping them together. Now could hardly have a good week without something going wrong. Of course, there were days when they would get along, they were a normal loving couple who kissed and cuddled and shared their happiness. But those days weren’t always lasting or memorable.

Hell’s population was growing and the rings were becoming unorganized, there wasn’t truly any order. Sinners and hellborns intermixing usually wasn’t a bad thing but it was starting to become a problem. Especially with some of the overlords going overboard! There was so much he had to do and so much to be expected of him and it was overwhelming him. Other things overwhelmed him such as the nightmares of exterminations and the day they had fallen from heaven. That day always made him anxious to think about it, he still had the scars from it too.

The next morning Lucifer woke up on the couch, at first he contemplated going back to sleep until he had been reminded why he was up.

“Daddy!” Charlie. Lucifer gave a sleepy smile at the little girl and stretched as he sat up.

“Hey there Char Char, did you sleep well?” The small child nodded and climbed on the couch.

“Are we still going out, Daddy?” She asked innocently, that's right, they had planned to spend the day together! Lucifer nods and pulls her into a hug,

“Of course we are, dear, I just need to get ready and we’ll be on our way!” Charlie grinned and squealed excitedly not paying much attention to the bandages wrapped around her father’s neck. She hopped down from the couch and pulled her father by the hand to get him up faster. Giving in he allowed himself to be tugged along by his daughter. He had to go into their bedroom to get his clothes and just prepared himself for Lilith.

“Momma! I got Daddy up! We’re gonna go out!” The little demon exclaimed as she rushed over to her mother. Lilith was brushing out her hair when she came in, she smiled and patted Charlie on the head.

“That's a great sweetheart! What are you guys gonna do?” Lilith asked as she pretended to not notice her husband trying to sneak into their bedroom. She could sense his fear pouring from him like an overflowing sink. It was for her good that she did not acknowledge him at the moment. She knew how he would bend backward to apologize infinitely if she did and their daughter didn’t need to see that. She continued to chat with her upbeat daughter, having her sit in her lap and brush out her hair and then helping her get dressed. It was a nice change to see Lucifer commit to taking Charlie out on his own. It had truly been ages since he had done so, most times Lilith would have to coax him out of bed or leave him behind and take Charlie out herself.

“Alright Char Char, come on, I’ll make breakfast and then we’ll head out,” Lucifer called softly while heading back out the bedroom door and into the kitchen. He hadn’t said a thing to Lilith and she didn’t expect him to either. She didn’t expect any sort of kindness after that, she didn’t expect any affection or for him to bring her breakfast but he still did it. He still brought her coffee, and breakfast and kissed her on the head before heading out with a soft.

“I forgive you”

Today was surprisingly a nice day, the air was warm but the skies were clear. Lucifer held Charlie's hand as she skipped down the sidewalk both of them humming a tune together. They didn’t have a complete plan on what they’d do today but Lucifer was fine with that as long as he was with his daughter that’s all that mattered.

“Ooh, daddy can we go to the park?” Asked Charlie who pointed at the park entrance, Lucifer agreed and they strolled over. The playground was rather big but there weren’t too many people around. They spent their time running around playing tag, going through the large playsets, giggling, and grinning. Lucifer was thoroughly enjoying himself as he grabbed the small one from her hiding spot on the wobbly bridge that they played pretend on. Take that depression HAHA!

Things were looking up for him.

“Daddy look, the ice cream truck!” Lucifer let her guide himself towards the ice cream truck, of course, they were gonna get ice cream no way he’d pass up on that opportunity! Approaching the ice cream truck, Lucifer ordered some ice cream from the man behind the counter. He ended up having a conversation with him about different flavors of ice cream. He was so deep in that he hadn’t noticed Charlie let go of his hand or that she had wandered off until a scream echoed down the street. Lucifer snapped his head and saw that Charlie wasn’t beside him anymore and called out for her. He followed the sounds of the screaming hoping to whatever was above that it wasn't coming from her and that his daughter was just hiding or back at the park. His legs ran the longer the screaming went on, he had no idea as to where he was going but he just had to find Charlie!

Lucifer approached an alleyway that seemed to be the source of the screaming and his heart began to pound out of his chest. He had a bad feeling about this but he couldn’t back out now.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” He yelled out, the group of sinners hardly paused or looked at him as they yelled for him to mind his business. He tried to get a glimpse of whatever they were doing and his blood began to boil when he saw a familiar set of music notes with red fabric. As the rage flooded him he shifted to his full demon form and yelled out.

“AS THE KING OF HELL I DEMAND YOU LET GO OF MY DAMN DAUGHTER!” The sinners looked up at the blond-haired demon king, some moved as a side, and some looked too frozen to move. With the gap growing this gave Lucifer a better view and when he saw what they had done he made haste to storm in. Shoving them aside to get to Charlie he scooped up her small body and pulled it to his.

“CHARLIE!” He cried out moving her hair that was stained a mix of gold and red as was the rest of her body. Her dress was torn, her body-baring claw marks, many deep lacerations, and stab wounds. Her eyes lazily looked up at her father and her tiny bloodied fingers were weakly wrapped around his fingers.

“D-daddy, i-it hurts-” “I know Charlie, I know princess, Daddy’s here, I’m gonna make it better I promise!” His voice cracked as he vowed, he knew he couldn’t heal all of her injuries as she was so small, and that process could be agonizing for her. He held her to his chest and used as much magic as he could to heal whatever he could without causing further damage. It just needed to be enough for him to get her somewhere safe! His eyes changed a deep red as he growled and glared at anyone who dared to get close to them. He took off his shirt and swaddled her in it before taking off, he knew he would have to go back to the castle, there was a medic nearby there that he trusted to help in this situation. One hand holding his daughter he made that phone call to his old friend to meet him at the castle as soon as possible. As he ventured he could hear soft noises from Charlie, some were from pain, others from fear. He could feel his heart slowly cracking with each passing minute. Even though the trip was only minutes it felt like hours.

Bursting through the doors of the castle he hardly said a word as he went into his workshop. He had first aid supplies he could use for the time being till his friend arrived. The sound of the doors opening alerted Lilith who called out for him. But he didn’t answer he was too focused on taking care of Charlie to reply. Unwrapping his blood-soaked shirt he was greeted by a wailing child crying for her father to make the pain go away. There were still many visible injuries that needed to be mended and they looked painful. Hearing her child cry Lilith didn’t wait for an answer she stormed into the workshop and almost shrieked at the sight.

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” Lucifer jolted at the shrill voice behind him, dammit he wasn’t ready for this conversation yet.

“Lucifer what happened to Charlie!?” Lilith pleaded as she reached out for her daughter, Lucifer felt the lump in his throat almost choke him.

“I-I don’t know Lilith. I-I was getting us ice cream a-and she let go of my hand, I heard a scream and i-I found her being hurt by some sinners.” He stammered out as his mouth dried out from anxiety, eyes darting frantically he needed everything to slow down, he needed his friend to get here faster! He needed Charlie to be okay! When his friend finally showed up he let him in and sank to the ground to his knees, hands clasped together with his head bowed. Silently praying for their daughter to be alright.

By nightfall, Charlie had been fixed up and was resting in her room. Neither Lucifer nor Lilith had said a word to each other, neither one of them slept. Both take turns to check in on Charlie, neither of them wanting to be away from her for long scared she would die without one of them. Lucifer had a sick feeling in the bottom of his stomach the entire time. Guilt began to drown him as his memories replayed.

Her screams, the way she reached for him, the terrified look in her eyes, just like when he had been forced from heaven and had found Lilith in a similar shape. He couldn’t help but blame himself, and slump back into his depression that started to swallow him whole like the monsters of the dark. Pulling him back into his old habits again and hiding away as if he were the monster.

Days went by where he’d fall asleep in the corner of Charlie’s room watching over her from a distance or he’d lock himself back in his workshop. He couldn’t bring himself to eat or do work when his mind was being consumed by memories and voices telling him it was all his fault.

“Lucifer.” Lilith’s voice spoke up interrupting his running mind, Lucifer looked up from his desk to see his wife with multiple bags packed. His brows furrowed in confusion, was she going somewhere?

“What’s with the bags, dear?” “I’m going to be leaving, and I’m taking Charlie with me.” That cut through him like a knight, his eyes blown wide in shock and he stood up from his bench and nervously inquired why.

“I need time to take care of Charlie, and she deserves someone who can give her consistent love, you can’t do that so I’m taking matters into my own hands.” “I-I can take care of Charlie just fine, I was doing well, wh-what do you mean?” Lucifer reached for his wife’s hand begging for answers.

“Please Lili, anything I’ll do anything just please don’t leave, and please don’t take our daughter, please! Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it!” He looked up at her with tears welling up, Lilith took a step back and shook her head.

“No, I can’t, I’m doing this for all of our sakes, it's obvious we both need space and I know I’m best equipped out of the two of us to take care of Charlie.” Lucifer took his steps closer the air around him growing cold, her words slicing and cutting into him with her bluntness.

“No no no no please Lili please don’t go! Please I don’t need space I need you! I need you and Charlie, please!” Lilith looked down at him with an almost emotionless glare as she grabbed her bags. Lucifer followed his wife as she walked away, out of the workshop and out of the castle. He continued to plead to not be left alone, he watched as she packed away their daughter who gave a small yet confused wave at him.

“I love you, Daddy! See you soon” “I love you too Charlie…” He spent night after night crying and praying for this to all be some sick joke or awful nightmare that he would wake up from. He stayed curled up in their empty bedroom, hardly moving to do much besides use the bathroom. He couldn’t bear to leave his room, he couldn’t bear to look into his daughter’s room and see it bare and missing his child. He couldn’t take waking up every morning and not seeing the woman he fell for beside him. He couldn’t go on not hearing joyous laughter and cheering. He couldn’t do it anymore.

[thatshittywriter2862]

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"Can you break my legs tonight?"

Norm x Charlie

By me!! (This is not serious :3)

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Tags:

Kissing, fluff, implied dream sex, Norm is gay and a homophobe, homophobia, gay denial, angst, doomed old man Yaoi, Chaz is Chaz.

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Norm outstretched his arm to reach for a can of beer and glanced at the label, and a sigh escaped his mouth. The beer can was rainbow colored and had the phrase 'GAY BEER' planted on it. Even inside his own home he couldn't catch a break. He stared at the can for a few seconds, and pushed the tab to open the beer. After a few sips he gagged. The beer wasn't bitter like usual, it was sweet?

He spat onto his carpet and turned his head towards the staircase. "Janice! " His wife audibly groaned from upstairs and quickly walked down to the first floor. She walked beside the couch and looked at him with an irritated expression. "What do you want Norm?.." He looked her up and down, his expression blank. "Can you head to the store and grab me a pack of beer? And go to the old one on the corner, the new one only has this gay bullshit." Janice sighed but nodded her head. She looked down at his ankle, specifically the device clinging to it, and then she looked back at him. "..Once you get that thing off you, you're making your own beer runs." Norm rolled his eyes and looked at the TV without a word said to her.

Janice walked away from the couch and grabbed her keys, then walked out the front door, slightly slamming it. After the door was closed Norm looked at the front door. For some strange reason, he didn't feel bad for making his wife make his beer runs. He hadn't always been the most sympathetic person, but why didn't he feel..

He stopped himself, he was looking too deep into it, it was just a few beer runs. And by a few, it was actually eleven...In four days. He lifted himself off the couch and laid down gently, staring at the TV. He didn't know what was really playing, but he knew it was a random sports game he and Charlie had watched a few days ago. He didn't care about who was playing, or who won or lost, all he liked was that him and Charlie watched it together. At least if he was on house arrest he could be with his friend or boss in some way.

After a few minutes his eyelids began to droop slightly, the alcohol was starting to make him tired. As much as he tried fighting his sleep, he eventually fell asleep, two minutes later.

He awoke inside of his bed, right next to Charlie, with Janice nowhere in sight. Charlie was drinking a beer (of course the old school kind) while staring out the window. His shirt was wrinkled and laying on the floor, along with the rest of his clothes, and Norm's. Norm's eyes darted around the bedroom in panic. He quickly covered his naked body with the blanket and scooted away from Charlie. What the hell was happening?!

Charlie turned towards him with a confused expression and placed a hand onto his. "Norm, are you alright?.." He said softly. For some reason, Norm was settled by his voice, his firm yet soft voice. He felt warmth build up in him the longer Charlie's hand was on his, but he quickly swiped it away, after all, he wasn't gay. "Why the hell are you naked Charlie?! " Charlie frowned slightly and moved his hand from his, then moved it up to his shoulder. "What do you think?" Norm stared at him for a few seconds, waiting for him to say he was just joking or messing with him like usual, yet no response came. His eyes widened, and his throat became tight. "I-I no, I'm not gay Charlie I didn't do that..." Charlie frowned even more and pulled him onto his body, looking into his eyes with a comforting expression. "Calm yourself down Norm, it's fine-" Norm quickly cut him off " No it's not! " He paused. "I didn't, I would never.." He looked up at him with a shameful expression. "I'm not gay Charlie."

Norm could feel Charlie's hands lowering from his shoulders and going below the blanket, caressing his lower back. Before he could respond, he was pulled into Charlie's lips and held by his waist. After thirty seconds, Charlie let go of the kiss, looking Norm in the eyes with the same firm emotion as always. "Norm, it's okay, I won't tell Janice or anyone else." Norm wanted to protest, but he couldn't.

The kiss felt strange, it was never how it was with Janice, it had more than it ever did with Janice. He sighed softly and nodded his head. "Alright.. Just don't tell anyone else, please. " Charlie nodded his head and pulled Norm in again, leaning so close he could feel Norm's breath intertwine with his. " I won't, she'll never know... " Norm's heart rate increased the closer Charlie got, as he got closer and closer, Norm couldn't help but lean in back.

Just as their lips brushed against each other, he woke up.

His head pounded the second he woke up, he grabbed his phone to see what time it was. '9:00pm'. He must've slept for at least two hours... But that was not the fact he cared about, his mind was still filled with thoughts about the dream he just had, with Charlie.

He tried shaking off the dream immediately, it was just something weird his mind cooked up because of the alcohol, nothing to be worried about. Besides, he wasn't gay, he was attracted to Janice, how could he be attracted to Charlie if he was attracted to Janice? He chuckled softly to himself. Afterward he looked around him, and spotted a six pack of beer. He opened the pack and grabbed a beer from the case. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Good ol'e American brand beer..." He muttered to himself. He took a huge gulp before looking at the other cans. He wasn't in the mood to drink anymore, not after what the alcohol did to his dreams.

He grabbed the case of beer and walked towards the kitchen, opening the fridge, then shoving the beer next to Chaz's specifically labeled 'gluten free dairy free non GMO cruelty free organic raw locally sourced soy free wheat free vegan sugar free' container of mush. He groaned at even seeing it, why did Chaz even have to stay there?... He quickly shoved the fridge door shut and leaned on the counter. Though the beer he drank wasn't woke, it was bitter...That was one of the only perks of the woke 'beer', it tasted better than the normal ones. That didn't deter him though, just meant he had to drink it faster.

He downed the entire can in a few gulps, then tossed it into the garbage. Soon afterwards, he looked upstairs. Janice was probably lonely in bed right now.

He walked up the stairs while he could (without stumbling), and slowly opened the bedroom door. Inside was an awake, but bored Janice, who seemed to be staring at the TV. Norm didn't pay attention to what it was saying, probably something woke...

He laid down next to Janice, and put his arms behind his head. Once she noticed him, she smiled softly. "Finally got tired of the couch?" She said playfully. Norm scoffed, but he didn't have much of a rebuttal. "I guess.." As he heard the show begin to mention gay people, he groaned. "Can you turn that woke bullshit off? It's getting on my damn nerves, and you know my blood pressure can get high..." Janice sighed and quickly turned off the TV, even if unwilling. "Norm.." She paused. "I don't understand why you hate those people so much.. You're living with one now for Christ sake..." Norm scoffed and flipped his body so she could face his back. "They're degenerates, brainwashing children... Disgusting..." Janice rolled her eyes, but scooted closer to him.

She placed a gentle hand onto his shoulder,

"Norm..."

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(End of chapter 1)

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[chaosunleashedhehehe]

Hullo, it’s ya boi again. Bored af and you know what?? We’re back at it again with a Twilight first watch/shitpost. Enjoy!

I always like how they run like toddlers. No wait? Didn’t I see this in Chucky? 🏃🏼‍➡️🔪

Bro ur making out with your girlfriend and asking her to marry you. Lameee

Babe ur worried about divorce and you’ve been jumping on his ass for two movies now. I think ur just delulu

See Charlie is the only sane person in this entire franchise. Wanting to save his daughter from Edward, absolute father material. 10/10

Charlie really on team Jacob here. Don’t blame him 🐺💕

Edward really is the type of boyfriend who wouldn’t let you walk to the store without breathing down your neck. Hah see what I did there? But he’s husband material? Okayyy

Bella’s Mom sees the red flags too!! Bella please gurllll. 🚩🚩🚩

Aweeee her mom’s so freaking sweet! Bella pay her a visit for the life of me

STEVE IS THAT YOU??

You know what song should be playing when they’re running? Wolves- by Selena Gomez

AYYYEEEE ITS WOLF BOY!!

Edward; certified gaslighter, lover of liess

Lmao. Get recked Edward. Wolf boy’s got nards

Even Jacob’s getting roasted by the boys.

I love how welcoming the wolves are to her. Very wholesome. Yet she still chose the vampire??

THANK YOU JACOB! TALK SOME SENSE INTO HER!

Mmm yes. Pocket that shirt for later. Let the stank stink 👌🏻😤

Lmaoo. Thought the boy was going to make out with Charlie real quick

Vampires can SMELL people? Huh. Seems legit 👃🏻

“Sthap. From now on I’m Switserland, okay??”

Really at each others throats there, huh?

“Doesn’t he have a shirt?” Bro I don’t think so. He’s an aPECKS predator *rawr* 🐺

Ngl. I actually kinda like the lore with the werewolves. Idk! It’s kinda cool in the midsts of all the Bella drama.

I don’t understand why Bella can’t see her family and crap. Like-?? Charlie could vibe with it- he’d be confused but he’s vibe! He wouldn’t care

“I won’t stop fighting for you until your heart stops beating”

“Well you won’t have to fight for long :/“

LMAO THE PUNCH. SHE REALLY THOUGHT

“I kissed Bella. And she broke her hand punching my face”

Charlie: *too stunned to speak*

Awee :( Poor Rosalie. I honestly feel so bad for her. At least she got her revenge!

Omg Jojo Siwa is that you??

The sniffing of the flannel has me so freaking dead 💀💀. They mf passed it around like nacho cheese dip

Grrrrr Ima angree woof >:/ 🐺🐺🐺

Ah yes. Pet the dawgy

LMAOOO. Bella really had to put out that she’s a virgin. Charlie’s so much happier

OH SHIT WELL THAT DIDNT LAST LONG HOLY FUCK— wait nvm oh well damn

“Sorry Bella, but I don’t want you to be a slut- I only consent in marriage 👊🏻😌”

The mf awkward running with Bella.

OH SHIT THEY’RE EMERGING LIKE LOCH NESS MONSTERS

CHILDREN OF THE SEA!

“Let’s face it. I AM hotter than you 😉”

Jacob really knows how to slide into those dms- and sleeping bags

Edward mf glaring daggers at him

“She could change her mind you know” sir she has the brain capacity of a spoon. I don’t think she will

JAKE STAY- WTF YOU THINK HE IS- A DOG???

Bella you’re choosing the vampire. Why do you need to lead on the wolf too?

I love how vampire are shiny on the inside too ;)

BELLA DONT JUST SIT THERE RUN??? HIDE!! Something useful!!

Talk about a neck breaking experience!

Bro really got hurt on the last leg of the fight huh?

“That’s highly dangerous”

“Well at least you’re bullet proof!”

*and scene*

[silversatori-blog]

Sketchdump time! I’m getting the hang of my new GLaDOS design and did some overdue practise on Charlie the drama queen Heavy Metal Core and his fabulous hair + two tired cores because I love to draw The Morning Look™

[bellarkeselection]

Raptor Jealous

Owen gets a little jealous when you give the baby raptors more attention then him.

The door of the bungalow opens for me to see my fiancé drop his motorcycle keys on the counter seeing I'm laying on the couch with four baby velociraptor's in my lap. "Have they let you get up at all?" He chuckled moving Echo and Charlie to lay on his legs instead watching Blue and Delta chripping back at him. His right arm draped over my shoulder smiling at his girls, who will soon be our girls. "Supriseningly yes they've let me up. But there are claw marks on the outside of the bathroom door, just FYI." My stomach grumbled a little making Delta poke her head against it. "Alright girls, Alphas mate is hungry." He puts Echo and Charlie on the floor.

"Owen, let'em stay. They're too cute to say no to ." I suggest seeing Blue curling up to sleep on my legs. Delta lays against my side with the others sleeping at my feet. He cocks his head to the side in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?" Staring into his eyes I mimicked his voice with a smile. "What's that supposed to mean, Owen?" He leans forward whispering in my ear, annoyance is his tone. "They may be cute but do they kiss you like I do?" He tilts my chin up to his kissing me deeply and I cannot help kiss back. He breaks the kiss twirling pieces of my hair that have fallen out from my braid. "Do they cuddle you when you're cramping and really want to snap off at someone for no reason?"

A huge grin masks my face as he manages to put Blue and Delta on the floor and not wake them up before pinning me underneath him on the couch. "Do they know your favorite type of chocolate is dark or that you really like apple cider-" I cut him off seeing a smirk on his lips, running my hands through his locks. "Owen Grady, are you seriously jealous of your own baby raptors?" He avoided me gaze giving me the answer I'm looking for. "You are aren't you!" He tried to get up but I grab his vest holding him still getting a good chuckle out it. "You're totally jealous that they've been getting my attention!"

"Owen you've got nothing to worry about..." I turn his chin to face me seeing a slight red to his cheeks and its cute to see him blush. His green eyes locked onto mine lisening close. "Our girls didn't tell me they loved me outside my favorite restaurant, they don't have food fights in the kitchen at 1am. And they sure as hell didn't propose to me when we're on a plane heading to this island, with their mother's ring..." I pause tugging his lips down onto mine by grabbing the hem of his shirt. He melted into the kiss still holding himself up with his hands on each side of me. "The only person who holds my whole heart is you. You, Owen Raptor Trainer Grady."

He breaks the gap between us crashing his lips onto mine and my arms wrapped around his neck. He mumbled in between kisses messing with trying to get my shirt off. "You hold my whole heart too. Y/n M/n L/n, future Mrs. Grady." I throw his vest on the floor before hearing loud chirping from the girls. "Owen..." I trailed off pushing him off a little to see the four baby raptors tearing apart a cheeseburger from a bag. "Aw shit. I forgot when they wake up they're hungry. Looks like I don't get to eat." He sits up getting an idea, picking up the other cheeseburger they hadn't devoured yet breaking it in half. "Can't let my fiancée starve, what would the girls and I do without you. Especially me. I can't exactly sleep with them." He chuckles with a smirk handing me my half sitting back down. "We're not having sex until I'm your wife, Owen Grady." I playfully shoved him and he smiles with his mouth full mumbling, seeing a blush on my face. "Just you wait, Y/n."

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[little-diable]

Hold Me Close - Charlie Swan (smut)

God, I love this man. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Charlie distracts the reader from her nightmare.

Warnings: 18+, fingering, handjob

Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem!reader

“Hey, take a deep breath, what’s going on?” Charlie tried to keep his voice down, eyes closed as he pressed his phone against his ear. She was heavily breathing, he could almost picture her, dressed in one of his shirts, with her hand running across her face - she’d smell like him, like home and the first cup of coffee he’d drink every morning to wake the day.

“Just a nightmare. I had to hear your voice.” (Y/n)’s voice trembled, she fell back against her mattress, hand instinctively searching his cold side. Oh, how she wanted to feel him and his arms wrapped around her middle, protecting her from the dark thoughts that would creep into her dreams. He was her safe haven, her shelter while rain poured from the dark sky, her morning and evening.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” Charlie hung up the phone before (y/n) could reply, left to stare at her phone screen and the picture of her and Charlie she had selected as her background. A smile tugged on her lips as she closed her eyes, counting her breaths with her mind set on Charlie.

He had been spending more time at home, still not over Bella’s sudden disappearance and the call that had told him about her accident. He’d wake in the middle of the night, body forced out into the hallway, feet carrying him to Bella’s room - just to check if she was still there, though sound asleep.

Before he left his house he wrote Bella a quick note, left on the kitchen counter where he’d pour his morning coffee. The cold air engulfed him as he walked down the street, finding his way to (y/n)'s house.

For months they had been seeing one another, and even though they had tried to be careful - not wanting to push this upon the long lost daughter that finally found her way back to Charlie - most people in Forks knew all about the two. If there was something Charlie deserved it was being loved - unconditionally and without any secrets overshadowing their relationship. Just pure love, filled with kindness and adoration.

He reached for the key she had given him a few weeks ago, unlocked and locked her door again as he stepped into her warm house. With his boots left next to the entrance, Charlie opened her bedroom door, eyes finding hers. Wordlessly she patted his side of the bed, watching him slip out of his trousers and hoodie, finding comfort in her bed with her warm body searching his.

“You’re shaking, oh love. I’m here.” His mustache tickled her skin as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, arms wrapped around her middle to keep her close. Charlie would stay awake all through the night if it meant protecting her from her nightmares, he’d fight her demons, would give his all for the woman he planned on marrying.

“Don’t let me go.” Charlie tightened his grip on her, eyes fluttering close with (y/n) breathing into the crook of his neck. They stayed silent, clung to one another, hearts calmly beating with the minutes fading by. But neither Charlie nor (y/n) found any sleep, her thoughts were racing, still focused on her nightmare and Charlie didn’t want to sleep while she was still wide awake.

His hand found her chin, he pulled her in for a kiss with both their eyes closed, holding onto the feeling that left their hearts roaring in excitement. The kiss was anything but innocent, but his careful touches, the soft strokes of his fingers wandering up and down her sides, felt all too sweet.

Charlie pushed her further into the mattress, if she couldn’t fall asleep he’d try his best to distract her, with his flannel covering her upper body and his face buried between her thighs. A soft sigh fell from her lips as she spread her thighs for him, eyes watching Charlie's hand make its way down to her core, eyes meeting hers as he pushed her panties aside.

(Y/n)'s hand began to wander as well, she cupped his hardening cock through the fabric of his black boxers, moving with trembling fingers. No longer was she focused on her nightmares, no longer fearing the demons that had found her in the middle of the night - no, she was fully entranced by Charlie and the feeling of his fingers brushing through her arousal-covered folds.

"More, please." Her words rumbled through her, heart racing in sync with her uneven breaths. Charlie was painting just as heavily, by now she had her hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him with her lips chasing his. The kiss they shared drowned out their moans, even the one that clawed through her as Charlie's thumb found her pulsing clit.

"My pretty girl." He praised her, breaths clashing against her slightly swollen lips. Their limbs were tangled like a knot formed to support an anchor, saving them from soaring waves and the dark clouds that could leave them lost in the darkness.

"Right there, oh fuck." Two of his fingers found their way into her tightness, curled against her sweet spot. She was seeing stars, so bright, twinkling in the sky with the silent hope of guiding them through hours full of confusion. They'd always be right there to shine light onto the darkness, a savior - just like Charlie.

Her hand picked up its pace, pumping him till he'd no longer remember his name, hooked onto her touch and the sweet moans that bled from her lips. Both would try to cum at the same time, letting go with their hearts calling for one another, a desperate try to stay tangled till the end of the night.

"I love you." The sweetest words left her, eyes finding his as a smile tugged on Charlie's lips, "I love you too."

Calloused fingers kept rubbing her clit as her eyes rolled back into her head, teeth pierced into her lower lip. Her orgasm swapped through her like the waves rolling to the shore, his name clawed through her, vocal cords burning. Charlie watched her with dark eyes, mesmerized by her.

He came with a silent grown rumbling through him, eyes fluttering close as they were both making a mess. Lazy pumps kept his cock twitching in her grasp, thankful for the sweet release she had brought upon him like a whisper in a storm.

"Should we take a shower? I don't think I can fall asleep now." And with a grin pulling on her lips, Charlie picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying the barely dressed woman into her bathroom.

Charlie would always be right there to protect her, from her demons, her nightmares or the sadness that would find its way into her system.

[finelinevogue]

Can you do something where Y/N is sick and Harry has to take care of her please?

i actually had written something similar to this before so i present you a lengthy blurb;

You were pretty sure if you got invited in to hell it would feel something like this.

Hot. Sticky. But chilled.

You had come down with a concerningly high temperature. Along with the added luxuries of a deafening headache, cold sweats and an upset tummy. Your body was burning all over, as if it had just been freshly cooked in the oven but you felt colder than ice. It was a confusing juxtaposition, but there it was.

You'd called Harry, since he was in the studio recording his new music and asked him to come home early. You didn't even get to the reasoning of why he should come home before he hung up, telling you he was already vacating the premises. You hated to be that needy girlfriend who had to call about nearly everything, but Harry loved it more than anything. He loved the fact that you needed him. It gave him purpose, apparently .

You couldn't work out whether you regretted asking him to come home, or whether it was a blessing. It was a very fine line.

It was a blessing because, he looked after you like a mother would her child and made sure he stood by your side any time you found yourself lurched over a toilet. He made you chicken soup from scratch and even tested it to make sure it wasn't too hot, or salty - despite being a vegetarian himself. He even made you honey and lemon tea, which he had to run to the store for the honey. When you say run, you mean run. He didn't want to leave you alone at all, so he put on his running shoes and sprinted to the shop and back. However, it was a slight regret because of how fussy he was over you. He loved it to bits - nursing to your every need.

You truly believed you didn't deserve Harry. He was just too kind and pure for his own good. You were unarguably lucky. Laying on what felt like your death bed, didn't feel so lucky though.

It was now 10 pm and you could hear Harry turning on the alarm for downstairs, the loud beeping noise preventing you from sleep. That's all you'd done all day. Sleep. You thought it'd be more magical than it was. It was just uncomfortable though, because of how cold and hot you were.

Your much better looking other half trudged through the bedroom door within a minute of the alarm going off. He was only wearing checkered pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt and yet he made it look like Gucci Runway 2021.

The jingling of keys signalled Charlie was also present. Charlie was your 2 year old Golden Retriever. He was beautiful. When you and Harry has moved in together 2 years ago you'd managed to persuade him to get a dog. Within a few weeks of moving in you had a 5 month old puppy running around your house. He was your best friend, no doubt about it. He was also ridiculously photogenic.

"Hey Chaz!" You cooed as Charlie walked over to your side of the bed, where you were snuggling down under the sheets. You reached out your hand to give him some loving and attention. You could tell by the small smile and sparkling eyes that he was one happy boy.

"Alright, buddy. Let's leave mum alone." Harry came behind Charlie to manoeuvre him into his bed, which was in the corner of the room. It was more like a big cushion. He started to whine after being forced to leave you - having not seeing you all day. Harry was strict in keeping him downstairs so not to disturb you whilst you were sleeping.

"H it's alright, let him on the bed. He can curl up on my feet." You sympathised with Charlie, as you always did, hating to hear or see him upset. Harry was like the 'bad-cop' when it came to parenting Charlie, because you were too sweet to say no to him.

"You're one spoilt boy, aren’t you?" Harry messed around with Charlie, before telling him he could get up on the bed to see you. Charlie leapt on the bed and wandered over to give you all the kisses he could, before Harry came to calm him down - as you really didn't have the strength.

"I missed you too, Chaz." You quietly laughed, not wanting to set your headache off even more.

"You gonna let me kiss mum now?" Harry rhetorically asked, but as he came over to you Charlie laid down on you so your face was buried underneath his body. You could feel him panting with his adorable tongue out above you, as he hid you from Harry.

"Someone's jealous."

"Feeling like a bloody third wheel over here." Harry tutted and you laughed until you got hot with the movement.

"Harry? Can you move him please?" You whined as you tried to shuffle around.

"Okay Chaz. Let's let mum get some sleep, alright?" Charlie is slowly removed from you and ends up curled on top of your feet, keeping them warm for you.

Harry slipped into the covers and shuffled his way over to you, putting the back of his hand over your forehead and hissing quietly at the simple touch.

"Baby you're so hot." Harry complained.

"I know." You teased with a wink at him, taking his worry out of context and turning it into a flirting compliment.

"Oh piss off!" He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you closer. "What am I going to do with you, baby?" Harry then planted only a few delicate kisses to your lips - not wanting to overwork you and your tired body.

••••

You woke up with drowsy eyes to find you're in bed alone.

Your throat was incredibly dry and your whole body was sticky from sweat. Your pyjamas were damp and your face looked like it'd just been drowned in a rainstorm. It was disgusting. Still, you brought the duvet up to cover yourself more, as you let out a dramatic shiver. Why was it so cold?

Mixed into the background noise you could hear the cheering of crowds and it really confused you, until you looked at the wall and noticed the football was playing on re-run on the TV. Manchester United Vs Manchester City. You hated that you knew that just from their football uniforms, but that's what you get for living with a football-crazed boyfriend.

You noticed Harry emerge from the bathroom, a washing up bowl in his arms. He came and sat down in bed, the bucket of water to his side. "What are you doing?" You quietly asked, peering up at him through tired eyes.

"Oi, you're meant to be sleep y’minx." Harry told you off.

"I can't. I'm too uncomfortable. I'm hot, but i'm cold. I also find it hard to sleep without you next to me." You huffed out in annoyance.

"My poorly baby." He leant down to kiss your forehead, "c’mere, baby." He urged.

He helped you move, seeing as your body was really weak, so you could lay down against Harry’s body. He was sat up against the headboard as you nestled down between his legs, your back to his front. It was a lot more comfortable than before - probably because Harry was closer to you. Charlie noticed the disturbance and waited for you to stop moving around, before maintaining the job of guarding your feet.

Once he was happy in his position he fell asleep again, making you jealous of his ability to do that. Especially now.

"Why's the football on?" You asked, motioning towards the TV.

"Had to keep myself awake somehow." He explained, but it only made you more confused.

"Why?"

"So I can take care of you, y’muppet." His words actually melted your heart - more than chocolate could melt on your forehead right now.

After you'd settled, Harry reached into the bucket and drained out a cloth. He made sure all the excess water was cleared before moving it away from the bucket. You hummed in appreciation when he placed it against your forehead, rotating it to the back of your neck also in order to relax and cool you. It made you realise just how hot you were.

"I think i'm dying, Harry." You groaned as the nausea came over you again. Harry kept a firm hold of the cloth on your forehead, dabbing gently and careful to not let any water drip down into your eyes.

"No you're not, baby." Harry gave you a light-hearted laugh.

"Well, living shouldn't feel as shitty as this H." You grumbled, not appreciating his lack of understanding.

“Then just let me take you to the chuffing hospital!" He exclaimed, making Charlie stir slightly.

Harry had been demanding you go to the hospital all day and all evening, but you were too stubborn to go. That, and you were terrified of hospitals - more terrified of needles and blood than anything else. However, you were starting to reach the point where you were giving in to his request, though. It was becoming unbearable to sleep and harder to breathe. You were worried for yourself.

"I don't like it." You pouted like a child, as Harry wrung the cloth through the fresh water again.

"I don't care whether you like it or not, Y/N, I really think we should go. More like need." Harry insisted and you could tell he wasn’t giving up without a fight. You didn’t want that either.

You hated how he was right.

It was only going to get worse from here, and you didn't really want to be alive when that was going you happen, so going to the hospital to get checked over and drugged up seemed like the best option to go for. The more sensible option.

"Fine." You finally accepted, Harry slinking his arms tight around your waist after discarding the cloth in to the bucket. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted an abundance of kisses there, your skin burning just to the touch.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He repeated in-between kisses.

•••••

It took 20 minutes to get in to the car. 20 minutes.

All because Charlie was reluctant to letting you get up and go. So Harry had to dress you into a more appropriate attire, with a dog sat on your lower body. It was then half an hour later that you were in the hospital.

The hospital was quiet at this time of night and for that you were grateful. It was obviously a night where little numbers of people were doing silly things to get themselves hurt. There was the odd patient for a minor cut injury and there were a couple of people in for burns. There was even a woman in because she accidentally superglued her hand to a bottle of superglue - ironic, but painful.

You sat patiently on Harrys lap, waiting for someone to escort you to a cubicle. You were freezing cold, to the point where your teeth were chattering - your outside body was giving off the opposite temperature. You tried to get as close to Harry's warmth as possible, pushing your body against his.

"You're alright baby." Harry shushed you, as you let out a small tremble.

"If I do die—"

"Which you won't." Harry chuckled.

"I know, but if I did I want you to know that I love you." You told him. Even though he's heard you say it a million times before, it still made his heart flutter as you spoke each word.

"I love you, baby." He kissed the side of your head. "But you're going to be just fine, so no more talking about you dying okay?"

"Why? It's only a natural thing." You pointed out.

"Sure, but I don't want to think of a world without my girl living in it. So zip it before I make you."

You never thought of dying as a world without Harry before now and it wasn't the time to start thinking about it either. It was a horrible thought and you understood why Harry didn't want you speak about it. That world would be so dark and empty and you hated thinking about it.

Harry was called to the front desk to fill in some forms for you, since your hands were too cold and shaky to do it for yourself. He accidentally wrote 'Styles' as your second name, before realising his mistake and scribbling it out.

“Shit.” Harry went red in the face and chuckled over his silly mistake. His hand was shaky and you smiled at how he got so flustered over something so simple. You rested your hand on top of his, bringing his attention to you.

“One day.” You told him and he leaned to give you a kiss on the lips. You couldn’t help but feel like his lips were a future promise to make sure he wouldn’t have to scribble out his second name the next time it was written next to yours.

The doctor saw you shortly afterwards and you thanked your lucky stars that there was no injections or removal of any blood involved, Harry sticking with you the whole time. Turns out you were suffering from a moderate fever, but the doctor said with good rest it should pass. The doctor had given Harry permission to make a big fuss over you - explaining how he was going to love it and you were going to hate it - and to make sure to come back with even the slightest worsen of the fever. You got given a prescription list of various medications that you'd need to take over the next week or so. After collecting the drugs, you were back in the car on the way home.

"Told you you weren't going to die." Harry smiled, happy to have you still by his side, whilst holding your hand over the gear console.

"Unfortunate for you, I guess."

"Will you shut you, y’bloody nuisance. You know I can't do life without you, Y/N." He spoke softly, squeezing your hand tighter to assure you that he's going nowhere.

"Same here." You smile at him and he smirks back at you with his dimple-loving smile.

"You’ll always be it for me, baby." Harry speaks, before you drift back off to sleep.

Happily.

[hotdamnhunnam]

Jax + 👀⏰🚭

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Up in Smoke

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, overused tropes y’all have already read (friends to lovers + only 1 bed) Word Count: ~1.3k Emoji Prompt: 👀⏰🚭 (key words are in bold)

“What?”

You glare at him and keep your mouth shut. How the fuck dare he ask what.

He went and said it as if he has any right to look so hot when he’s supposed to look like shit. Just sitting there. Sleep-deprived stare, messy ass hair. Ratty old shirt stinking of sweat and dirt and he just doesn’t care. Jax Fucking Teller never looks like shit, not even just a little bit.

Last night he got stuck in a fight and needed somewhere quiet he could crash and hide. As his best friend you somehow got caught in the middle of it. Now you and Jax are cooped up here in this motel out on the roadside. Some unspoken tension rears its ugly head between you two and you’ve no clue how to get rid of it.

Actually you do—you have more than just a clue—you know you need this stupid sexy piece of shit to fucking fuck you.

“How’d you sleep,” you ask without lifting your voice into a question. Your own sleep wasn’t that deep. You’d tossed and turned in every possible direction. On a mattress that felt like the pit of hell—expected nothing less from this motel, given the room was so dirt cheap.

He gives you that signature you’re-a-stupid-whore look which between friends is endearing. Friends or not, coming from him it’s fucking hot. A whole damn kink. “How do you think.”

You cross your arms and scowl. He chose to sleep on a scrappy old towel. “Christ, don’t be a dick about it. I told you to take the blanket but you said you’d be fine on the floor without it.”

Jax ignores that and just pulls a cigarette out. Sticks it in the sweet pink pucker of his mouth. You want to be that cigarette right now. You wish he’d read your mind somehow. Why can’t this big blonde idiot figure it out…?

He takes a puff and looks so hot you might start choking. You can’t handle that today. “Put that away. This room’s non-smoking.”

Snickers at you as his broad shoulders lift up in a slight shrug. “Do I look like I give a fuck?”

You start to fume, the smell of smoke and your own slutty desperation swirling all around the room. “You’re gonna set off the alarm—”

Reach down to yank the cigarette out of his mouth but then he swiftly grabs your arm. That ice-blue fire in his eyes that could do you serious harm. The way you wish he would—he’d rough you up so fucking good… he’s more the fire-breathing dragon than Prince Charming but to you the beast has all the fucking charm.

Last night he’d been a gentleman and had insisted that you take the bed. Today you’re mad ‘cause you had been desperate for him to share the bed with you instead.

He doesn’t know that yet. But he could sense it from the second that you grabbed his cigarette. Jax doesn’t want your lifelong friendship to go up in smoke but he’s been itching to get in your pants for years and if you’re standing here and handing him a ticket… maybe if the sex is epic then it’s worth getting his dick wet. Epic sex is one thing Jax Fucking Teller never regrets.

***************

“Bitch, all you had to do was ask.”

He’s such an ass. That shit is so typical Jax.

He growls it fierce, ridge of his teeth grazing the soft lobe of your ear—thick fingers slide across your slick sensitive clit, seeking the tight heat of your slit—then fucking pierce—he can’t believe he has you here and holy shit—it’s stark how different you appear. He tells himself it’s just a fuck, but no such luck, as something sparks and runs him over like a truck.

Jax Teller never feared the dark but just the light: something that felt too fucking bright. Done so much wrong he has no right. Having you near—this was exactly what he’d feared. Had tried to fight. He’d won last night. He’s losing it with you right here.

The lines between friendship and whatever this is should’ve stayed clear. For fucking years, that was the path he’d tried to steer. Stroking his dick alone in bed, or drowning in another chick he had just met—picturing you instead—that was the closest he could get.

Until you grabbed that motherfucking cigarette.

It’s barely been a minute yet, and you’re already dripping wet. It hits him now that’s how you’ve always been for him. It hits him now that you adore him. That you’d do anything for him.

Hits him in the way you hold him like you’re on the verge of death—the way you lick into the heaven of his kiss with your sweet tongue, fucking explore him—suck the smoke out of his lungs, white hot and seething. You’re the fire that the beast in him is breathing. He’s your first and last and only fucking breath.

You’re set to shatter into pieces on his knuckles, and he wants to fucking cry at just how beautiful you are, but that’s the shit that would cut deep enough to scar, and so instead he fucking chuckles.

Makes you weak; you’d scream at him if you had words to even speak. Just leave it to this piece of shit to fucking lighten it. He drags his fingers from your soaking cunt right in the instant just before you hit your peak, and you can’t keep him in no matter how you tighten it.

Here you had thought you both felt something that meant everything, but suddenly you worry that your inner slut got carried off imagining. Suddenly you think of course that’s not what’s happening. You’re just spread out beneath your best friend on the crap mattress of some seedy motel, and there’s no fucking way the fallout from this session will go over well. No way you can go back to what you were, after this ravaging. No way you can go further and become more in the future, which is what your stupid little heart desires more than anything. No way in hell. No way in fucking hell.

You’re slipping fast and he can tell. Tripping somewhere inside yourself. He’d run away from all the weight of that—or fuck through all the issues, if it’s not too late for that—that’s what he’d do, if you were anybody else.

You’re not.

You’re you and that’s what scares him. Like, a lot. He’s never felt something that tears him, but he’s shocked to find the pain and fear of feeling more than he can even bear just makes him harder, pushes him to take this farther. God, it’s super fucking hot.

The doubt and heartbreak radiating from you twist him up in knots. Jax had no clue, just what that little laugh off of his wicked lips would do. He did it to protect himself but didn’t think it would screw you. He sees it’s true, your pretty face painting the picture of your thoughts. Inches from pushing him away but pull him close instead ‘cause whether friend or lover, you’ll still love him like no other. Cling to him with all you’ve got.

He knows you better than he has any damn right to. He’s in you before he ever drives inside you. Always has been. This was real before it happened.

Holds you as you’re gasping—big strong hand soft on your face, the other keeps your hips in place, forehead against yours as he looks at you with eyes the blue of hope and then becomes the rope you’re grasping.

All the lines of who you were—the blindness of before—didn’t just blur. They fucking broke. You take him deep into your core, and let him wreck until it hurts, beg without words, for him to fuck you like a whore and so much more, and breathe him in so deep you choke.

There’s light on both ends of this cigarette, and no regret, as everything goes up in smoke.

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