#sorry he said “ no me ” and pushed charlie out of the way }}
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cxncrie-a · 9 months ago
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@hazbinwisteria asked: “   Might commit a little tomfoolery, maybe even some shenanigans. ” - Emily to Adam or Charlie 
ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF || Accepting
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   Should he be worried? Staring at Emily, there's a raised eyebrow before he shrugs. Nah. Probably not. Emily's type of tomfoolery is probably going around and being super nice to everyone instead of actually causing trouble. Stretching out his wings for a moment, they soon tuck back under his arms as he takes a sip of his drink.
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" Yeah? And whatcha gonna do Ems? Shower someone in confetti or glitter? 'Cause I don't see you causin' much trouble without turning around and probably feeling bad for it. "
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downhillrepose · 1 month ago
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an old love
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overview : father charlie mayhew reunites with an old lover he was head over heels for before he began his journey into priesthood.
pairing : father charlie mayhew x fem!reader
word count : 1152 (and it’s still ASS)
a/n : this is my first fic so please excuse.. everything… while i try to figure it all out! xx
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it was an early sunday evening when father mayhew was interrupted while planning his next sermon. the doors to the church pushed open, the loud hinges and heaviness of the door stirring him from his concentration.
father mayhew looked up from his altar to the entrance of the church, not necessarily surprised to have someone else join him in the holy place, but startled nonetheless by the sudden intrusion.
a frazzled young woman stumbled in, her wide eyes looking around to the tall pristine ceilings and stained glass windows before settling on father mayhew’s tall figure on the stage.
though a sin, father charlie swore his heart stopped beating when his eyes finally settled on the woman in his church. could it really be? no… no, it’s not possible.
“charlie?”
charlie’s eyes widened beyond belief, definitely sure this time that his heart stopped beating. “Y/N..? is that.. you?” his voice was breathless, rough with disbelief.
“oh, charlie,” you beamed, quick steps scurrying over to the altar, stopping short before the steps. “i’m so glad to see you..” your eyes raked over his attire, “oh! i’m sorry, father charlie.”
frozen, charlie just stared at you before he somehow got the courage to say something. “Y/N.. what are you doing here? it’s been..” he trailed off, not wanting to say how long it had been since he’d seen the woman he fell in love with.
“forever?” you finished for him,
“yea, forever,” he gulped, slowly moving from behind the altar to descend the steps. his eyes never left your frame.
your gaze followed him as he made his way toward you. the closer he got, the faster his heart beat. is it about to come up his throat?
“i’m sorry to barge in on you like this it’s just that i got word that you were here and had to see for myself,” you softly smiled. how are you smiling right now? how are you not in complete and utter pain like he is?
charlie just blinked, finally in front of you now.
“right, i have to explain myself, god, oh! GOSH,” you corrected yourself, hand over your mouth. “i’m so sorry, i’m an idiot.”
this finally made charlie’s face lighten up, you hadn’t changed at all. “it’s okay, Y/N, really,” he felt his lips tug upward. you were still the cutest thing in the entire world.
you just blushed, embarrassed. “i.. i just finished my degree abroad, you know...? anyway, when i got back home my dad said that you were a priest now and i… well, i had to see you. couldn’t believe it.”
charlie raised a brow, “how come?”
you clasped your hands in front of you, “nothing, really, i just always envisioned you to be out of this old little town.. traveling.. doing whatever your heart desired. like you said you would…” your gaze flicked to the floor, your shoes suddenly very interesting.
charlie hummed, “no, i couldn’t leave this place.. trust me, i tried.” charlie’s gaze suddenly turned to a dim one. a dark, glum cloud seemed to hover over his head.
you raised your head at that, eyes locking with charlie’s once more. you opened your mouth for a moment before abruptly closing it. you contemplated for a moment before forcing a smile on your face.
“well i’m just happy to see you, charlie” your eyes flickered over his face, almost as if you were trying to imprint the image of him in your mind so you would always have it.
charlie didn’t say anything at that. he opened his mouth just to close it, too. he shook his head slightly, hand coming to comb through his hair.
“are you sure?” he clenched his jaw.
your eyes widened at that, flinching at his brazenness. “of course i am, charlie..” your hand moved to his arm before hesitating, tucking your hands behind your back in tight fists.
charlie saw this, his jaw clenching even tighter, he was sure his teeth would fall out. “i’m sorry it’s just hard to believe when i’ve been here the whole time.”
“charlie..”
“no, Y/N, what are you doing here? really?” his tone became defensive, building a wall around his heart right in front of the woman who helped him tear it down all those years ago.
you didn’t say anything, eyes wide looking up at him.
“i never left, Y/N.. i never left…” his voice was barely above a whisper, eyes hardened in faux credence.
your lower lip quivered, looking away.
“i’m sorry.”
“for what? for abandoning us? or for never coming back?” charlie bit out. according to his beliefs, charlie should forgive, but something inside him still ached from when you left, it wasn’t that easy.
“everything, charlie.. everything.” your eyes were glistening with tears when you looked back into his. charlie’s heart sped up at the sight, hand itching to take your face in his palms.
as the first sob of yours was let out, charlie couldn’t stop himself, pulling you into his arms and into his warm chest.
“shh, shh, baby.. don’t cry.” his hand caressed the back of your head and neck, head coming to rest atop of yours.
your heart clenched in your chest. “i’m so sorry, charlie.” the words were slightly muffled against his chest, but he knew what you said.
palms coming to cup your cheeks, he wiped your tears with his thumbs, eyes locked on your red and watery ones. “shh, it’s okay..”
you shook your head, “no, it’s not.”
charlie’s eyes softened even more, if that was possible, “sweetheart… come here.” he brought you back into his arms for another embrace.
“missed you so much, charlie, i just.. i couldn’t face you after what happened. please. you knew i missed you, didn’t you?” you raised your face from his chest, neck craning up to look into his eyes.
“well, i do now…” his ring covered hand came to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “just wish you came back sooner.”
your eyebrows crinkled up again, “i know, i’m sorry i just thought you hated me and i couldn’t bring myself to face you.”
charlie brought his forehead to yours, “oh, sweetheart, i could never hate you..” his palm caressed your cheek. you leaned into his touch, releasing a heavy breath.
the two of you stayed like that for a while, the silence of the church engulfing you, making it seem as though you were the only people in the world.
charlie broke the silence first, eyes soft looking down at you, “what do you say we get something to eat? that diner is still open, and you can tell me everything..”
you softly smiled, sniffling, “i’d like that a lot.”
with your arm locked in charlie’s as he led you out the church doors, he realized something:
a million years could go by without seeing or hearing from you, but his connection and devotion to you will never falter. ever.
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so… that’s it! im so sorry the ending is so rushed and just. bad? im sure grammar and the present and past tense verbiage was annoying asf pls forgive me :,,) im new to writing (writing my own stories i mean) and am open to criticism! constructive pls..
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jaylalolz · 2 months ago
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❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❜ p2 . . . charlie mayhew
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INNOCENT!reader x PRIEST!charlie 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
PART 1
SUMMARY, after ignoring charlie for a week after the incident, he finally gets her close in the bathroom.
A/N, sorry i took way too long to make a p2. if you want a p3, leave some recommendations of what i should do for that part in my inbox bc i have no idea how to keep it going 😂 anyways, have fun reading, angels. 🪽🪽
WARNINGS, smuttyyyyy
Charlie had noticed the change immediately after their last conversation—the one where Maddy had admitted, with a tremble in her voice, that she had thought about him in ways she knew weren’t right. He had been shocked, then flattered, and finally, filled with guilt after everything. But what troubled him the most was her absence.
For a whole week, Maddy hadn’t spoken to him. She didn’t show up at mass, didn’t linger after church like she usually did. Every time he tried to reach out, she brushed him off with curt messages or avoided him entirely. She wasn’t just distant—she was actively ignoring him.
At first, Charlie tried to give her space, assuming that she needed time to process what had happened between them. But as the days passed, his concern grew. The gnawing guilt inside him—the feeling that maybe he had crossed a line, that maybe he had hurt her more than he realized—began to fester.
It wasn’t until late one evening, after most of the congregation had already left, that Charlie spotted her. Maddy, rushing down the hallway, her face flushed, disappeared into the restroom. The church was quiet, the echoes of footsteps fading, and Charlie hesitated for a moment before following her.
He knocked softly on the bathroom door. “Maddy?”
There was no response, but he heard a faint sniffle, the kind that comes after holding back tears for too long. Charlie’s heart clenched. He hesitated, not wanting to invade her space, but the sound of her pain pushed him forward.
“Maddy, please talk to me,” he said gently. “I know you’ve been avoiding me, but I can’t help you if you shut me out.”
There was a long pause, and then the door cracked open. Maddy stood there, her eyes red and puffy, but there was something hardened in her expression. She looked exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally.
“Why do you care so much, Charlie?” she asked, her voice thick with frustration and hurt. “I’m trying to keep my distance, like I’m supposed to. Isn’t that what you want?”
Charlie frowned, stepping closer. “What I want is to understand why you’ve been avoiding me. After everything we talked about, I thought we could work through this together, but you’ve been shutting me out completely.”
Maddy let out a bitter laugh, wiping at her eyes. “Work through this? Charlie, you don’t get it. I’m embarrassed. I told you something I never should have said, something unholy, we did something for which I will never be forgiven. And every time I look at you, I see the judgment in your eyes.”
Charlie’s breath caught in his throat, realizing the depth of her shame. “Maddy, no,” he said, stepping toward her, his voice softening. “There’s no judgment. I promise you that.”
“Then why does it feel like there’s a wall between us now?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Why did it feel like I crossed a line that I can’t uncross?”
Charlie closed his eyes, fighting the turmoil in his chest. He had wrestled with his own guilt all week, and now hearing hers, it was clear they were both lost in their own pain. He opened his eyes and met hers, his gaze steady.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” he said softly. “What you told me… it was honest. I do not regret what we did together, i am not ashamed of it.”
She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face for any hint of dishonesty. When she didn’t find it, she exhaled slowly, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.
“So, why does it matter so much, Charlie? Why did we both make it feel like the end of the world?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Charlie ran a hand through his hair, taking a breath. “Because it’s hard, Maddy. It’s hard to admit that something’s there, something we both feel but can’t have. It’s hard because I want to help you through this, but I also… I’m fighting the same thoughts, the same distractions.” His confession hung in the air between them, heavy and real.
Maddy’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. “You mean…?”
Charlie nodded, looking down. “I’m not immune to this. But I’m trying to stay strong for both of us. And ignoring me won’t make it go away. We have to figure out how to deal with this together.”
Maddy wiped at her eyes again, this time with less urgency, as if the weight of their shared secret had lightened slightly. “I don’t know how to make it stop,” she admitted, her voice small.
“Neither do I,” Charlie said quietly. “But I can help you, Angel.”
He stepped closer to her, trapping her exit from the restroom. His fingers interlocks with her hair as he pulls a strand behind her ear and grabbed her face and pulled her closer. “Tell me you don’t regret it, please” he says eagerly as he places his forehead on hers.
“Just Let me worship you”
Her head spins from the thousands of negative possibilities but her body just wants to surrender to him.
Without kissing her, he trailed his lips up her curve and exhaled till the heat tingled sensuously across her delicate skin. She closed her eyes, sensing his hands running up her sides over her white button-up blouse. He clasped his hands over the cloth, tracing a line up her hips and down the sides of her chest before finishing at the collar of the weightless material.
He made two hard fists out of the blouse collar and tore it open causing her to gasp in shock as the shirt split open to reveal her white lacy bra.
He turned to face her and grabbed her hips once again, the moment the door was locked. Before her thoughts could register, his lips dropped hungrily to her neck and her back collided with the wall. He brushed his teeth on her flesh right away, pressing his body against her while groaning.
Her hands instinctively gripped his hips, tossing her head to one side. They kissed for a long time, his sensual lips breathing heavily into her neck in between, making her eyes drift close. He thrust forward, bringing his hips to meet hers, offering whatever kind of pleasure he could. Her hands clenched around his hips over his pants, and she let out a sigh of pleasure.His hands trailed down her nude thighs, extending to her behind to seize it above the dress. He pulls her hips against his harder.
"I can't wait to take this dress off you." He graveled.
His words cause her core to ache and she arched her back further off the wall to feel his body against her even more. He takes the motion and decides to just pick her up instead. His hand reaches behind her thighs, where he raises her and surrounds her weak legs around his hips. Her back against the wall as their hips collided, she took a deep breath at the abrupt change.Now at eye level with her, he planted a kiss on her jaw and positioned himself between her legs. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she held him in place. She felt weak as a result of his forceful hip thrust between her legs.
She dug her hands into his hair and let out a cry through a pant. When she pulled it, he gave a grunt. He clamped down harder on her neck, and in response, she let out an uncontrollable whine.
He tightly clamped his teeth into a single area, creating such strong suction that she was certain it would leave a mark. She almost lost consciousness when she separated her lips in response to her aggressive action, arching her back. Feeling him rough on the pale skin, she reflexively jerked her hand to the back of his head. She got mild pain spikes with it, but other than that, it was enjoyable.
She pulled at the roots above his neck, and he whispered into her neck. She knew immediately that he enjoyed it when she yanked his hair. His moan provided the necessary stimulation between her legs. He drags out every motion so that she begs him to keep going.
With her bra and panties on, she arched her back, feeling the tight fit of his jeans pressing on her inner part. she could feel how hard he was becoming quickly, he was absolutely bottled up in those tight jeans. Suddenly, he sets her down on her two feet and goes on his knees. He lanced down at her stomach, licking his lower lip with his tongue before lowering his head to give her abdomen a moist kiss. Her whole body trembled at the light touch.
He reached her panties and raised his head, gazing up into her eyes all the way up her body. Grabbing the edges of her lace panties, he sits up between her legs and pulls it up off her hips and down her thighs right away. She tensed slightly as he took off the final piece of material covering her body. She raised her legs into the air and he pulled the thin material away from her ankles.
He tossed the last piece of clothing to the floor, leaving her completely vulnerable. “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet. we don’t want anyone to hear you”
Just by feeling his tongue running up her center, her stomach lurched and her entire body flexed. He forced his mouth against her tightly and rolled his tongue straight to the cluster of nerves before she could even begin to grasp the strange sensation of his sharp tongue sliding up her slit. "Charlie-" her back curved off the wall before she could even complete her statement.
Without holding back, he went straight into her clit with a wonderful rhythmic roll of his tongue. Her eyes narrowed as she closed them.
Her hips twitched with the intensity of this wild new feeling right away. "Charlie, oh my god," she said, rolling her eyes inside her head. He maintained a death grip on her thighs, keeping them forced open to give him complete access to enjoy her in any way he pleased. She was unable to regulate her sensitivity, and it would make her body twitch.
His wet tongue rolled in the perfect place at different rhythms and at a steady pace, making her experience things She have never felt in her entire life. He just started, and she was unable to catch her breath.Her hands would be death grasping his thick hair right now if she could control them.
He placed her legs over his shoulders, reaching lower and squeezing a firm grasp around her outer thighs and hip bones. With a deep inhale through his nose, he caressed her with his tongue, sending a surge of ecstasy up her neck and into her veins. With a moan, she chokes and throws back her head, putting her legs across his long back.
She wasn't prepared for the kind of pleasure he gave her when he slid his lengthy tongue inside of her and ran it down. He was an expert at what he was doing and was doing it very well. Then the knot in her stomach turned to give her trembling thighs. Before returning to her clit, which she could now feel pulsating, he slid his tongue in and out of her a few times. The pressure burning inside of her intensified as soon as he made touch with it once more.
She flinches and draws in a short breath as he flicks the tip of his tongue up and down on the bundle of nerves. "I need it so bad.. charlie..." She could not be silent in the room; she was a mess of heavy pants. She was unable to stop herself from breathing heavily and was always accompanied by whimpers and whines that were concealed in the back of her throat.
He looks down between them, his ring and middle fingers digging deep into her. He instantly coiled and shoved them at the same moment, making her gasp. She was taken aback by the furious action. He was panting as well, so she arched her back and let out a whimper into the thick air. The two fingers he didn't have rings on, his fingers rocked into her mercilessly.
She let out a cry, tightly clenching her eyelids and contorting her hips. He coiled up and compressed his fingers, striking a sensitive area within her which she had no idea contained so many nerve endings."You're so fucking tight-" In his deep voice, he whispered.
Her legs trembled as she yelled out, “please." "Does that feel good?" He rasps into the burning air while simultaneously caressing her clit with his fingers. Shutting her eyes tightly, she gave a nod. Her stomach felt like it was about to burst; there were no words to express the feelings she was experiencing.
"Do you feel that knot in your stomach, Angel?" He whispered, reading her thoughts.
She groaned and nodded once more, her chest heaving in a need for breath. "Use your words." More forcefully, he remarks, It was so difficult to focus on anything other than the euphoric rush coursing through her blood. “Y-yes." was her stutter.
"I'm adding a third." Before striking a third finger into her, he muttered. She let out a gasp as he pushed past the line, his third finger descending in unison with the other two. She let out a cry, her back automatically arching off the wall.
"Oh my god!" The pressure between her hips immediately increased as the third finger was thrust in, causing her to cry. her body came out in another sweat, her hips suddenly having a mind of their own when they bucked.
He glanced up at her face, saw how shaken she was getting, her legs trembling with her inability to remain silent. He pulled his hand away from her clit and instead brought it up to cover her lips because she was extremely loud. When the build started to get more tense, he began to shove his three fingers deep into her.
"Everyone is right next door." He smirks.
"You can yell into my hand."
With her eyes squeezed shut, she yelled into his big palm that was placed across her mouth. Her back continued to arch off the wall as the condition grew progressively deeper. She felt as though she were on a cloud and was at a loss for words regarding what was occurring to her body.
"Cum for me baby-" He encouraged, drawing his eyes into hers. He knew she was close.
She whimpered into his fingers, her body's gears shifting like a moving train. Her thighs trembled as though she was freezing, her stomach was drawn in, and her chest pumped fiercely. She kept screaming into his palm at the crushing strain that was killing her, and his fingers kept jamming into the same area.
Her entire body was tight; she was too weak to continue in this state for very long. She let out his muffled name in a scream and then abruptly stopped moving. Everything—shaking, arching, breathing—stopped abruptly.
She undid herself on his fingers. She moans at the feeling of emptiness as he pulls away. He puts a kiss on her forehead and adds, "I knew you would be such a good girl for me." She was still trembling from what had happened, so he gently placed her clothing and underwear on her.
She slid to the floor, tears spilling down her cheeks. The shame she felt was suffocating, wrapping itself around her until she could barely breathe.
“Maddy,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
She shook her head, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry,” she choked out, her voice broken. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know why i’m crying”
Charlie was kneeling beside her before she could finish, his hands gentle as he reached for her. “Maddy, stop,” he murmured. “You don’t have to apologize”
She shook her head, tears still spilling down her cheeks. “It feels wrong, Charlie. All of this. I feel guilty for even wanting this.”
Charlie sighed, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. “I know. I feel it too. But guilt isn’t going to help either of us right now. We need to be honest with ourselves about what’s happening, and we need to figure out how to move forward.”
Charlie’s thumb gently wiped away one of her tears, his touch comforting but careful.
Maddy closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, even though part of her knew they shouldn’t be this close. But in this moment, she needed the comfort, the reassurance that she wasn’t alone in this guilt. That they would find a way through it, together.
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auroralwriting · 4 months ago
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his little finger
spencer reid x fem!hothead!reader
part two!!! | part one
spencer has you wrapped around his finger; you'd do anything he said without question. your team can't quite understand it. little do they know you and spencer have an unsaid.. thing.
warnings: reader has a hot temper, reader gets injured, innuendos for smut (they did it) | words: 1k again im sorry but i have plans for spence!!
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It finally happened. The day everyone had been dreading. Finally, your hot temper got you injured during a case.
You caught a guy, he fit your profile exactly. You knew deep down it was him. He didn't react well to confident women, so Hotch sent you in to interrogate him. You would break him down, reduce him to mere atoms.
"Come on, Charlie," You had your hands on the table, leaning over to him. "We know you killed those women. We have all the evidence right here. Save yourself some jail time and just admit, yeah?"
Charlie kept his eyes trained to the floor, "I didn't kill those women." He stated, voice quiet.
You could see the sweat on his face, the way his foot tapped. "You can't even look at me!" You laughed, "Of course you didn't kill those women. You can't even look at one without almost pissing your pants." You gave Charlie a small tsk, "But I guess that just goes to show you aren't so tough, huh? You couldn't control a situation, not if you wanted to, not even if you tried. You--"
Stars. You saw stars and heard a loud clang. It took you a moment to realize you were on the floor. You felt absolutely nothing for a second, then a searing hot pain in your head. Finally, you looked up to see Charlie had a thick, sharp rock in his hand. He had struck you. The table and chair were on opposite sides of the room, and there was blood on the rock. Your blood. You pushed yourself up to the wall, unable to stand up or speak.
"Yeah? I can't control a situation?" Charlie taunted, "Guess you got your fucking profile wrong, you little bitch!"
The door was busted open, Hotch and Derek running in. Derek got the guy under his control as Rossi and Spencer ran in.
"Hey, hey," Hotch kneeled beside you. "Come on, let's stand." You felt his arms under you, lifting you up.
Spencer was quick to take one side of you, helping you out of the room. "Hey, sweetheat, it's alright," You heard Spencer say. "You're okay now. Come on, say something!"
The genius refused to leave your side, even as the paramedics came into the room. One went to touch your head, but you flinched away harshly, grabbing his arm. "Don't you dare touch me," You hissed. It was the first thing you'd said.
Your team watch in shock, surprised you refused help. Spencer was quick to jump in, recognizing you were in flight or fight mode. "Honey, he's just trying to help you," Spencer softly explained. "He's gonna help your head,"
"It won't hurt?" Your voice turned soft, nearly a whine due to the pain.
Spencer shook his head, "It won't hurt. I'll hold your hand the whole time, okay?" After a slight hesitation, you nodded. Spencer laced his fingers with your own, letting you lean on him for support as he rambled about random statistics to help occupy your mind.
Hotch instructed that Spencer was to take you back to the hotel for the rest of the night to rest. He drove you there, allowing you to pick the music and temperature for the car. The whole time, you held his hand.
Once you got back to your room, he helped you in. He was kind enough to help you take off your jacket and slip off your shoes. After he was done, he turned around, ready to leave.
"No," You called, pulling him back with your hand that you had in his. "I want you to stay."
Spencer was quick to turn back around, "Of course, yeah, I'll stay." He slipped off his own shoes and sat next to you on your bed.
"I shouldn't have been so harsh," You muttered. "I got myself hurt."
"Hey, no," Spencer shook his head. "That guy would've hurt someone no matter what. He was ready. You didn't get yourself hurt, okay? It was all his fault. You were doing your job, one you're damn good at."
You felt your eyes water. "I'm too mean, too quick to anger." You muttered as Spencer took his hand, gently pulling your head onto his shoulder. "I wish I wasn't."
"I don't," Spencer responded, voice soft. "I, uh, love you just the way you are."
Finally someone said it.
You didn't even respond in words, you just pulled his face to yours and pressed your lips together. Spencer took no time in reciprocating, kissing you back with a firey force. You'd both been waiting for this for so, so long.
"I love you too," You breathlessly responded as you pulled back. Spencer didn't let you have another moment as he pulled you back to his lips, chasing the gratifying feeling it gave him to finally be kissing you. "Spence, air," You gasped, pulling back.
"You can last three to five minutes without air," Spencer mumbled, pressing kisses to your lips as he spoke. "I think you'll be okay for a few more."
Even while practically making out with you, you loved that Spencer couldn't help but use his big brain to ramble off some facts. "Thought you had to go back,"
"They'll be fine without me," You giggled at Spencer's response.
After a half hour, Spencer's phone began to buzz. It was Derek. Spencer, half undressed, rolled over to look at his phone. "Who is it?" You asked.
"Morgan," Spencer said. He hit the decline button, leaning back over to you when it buzzed again. He let out a frustrated groan and picked up the phone. "What, Morgan? I'm busy."
You could hear Derek from how close you were to Spencer. "Busy? Doing what?" He paused, "Oh, doing who- Wait a minute--"
Quickly, Spencer hung up the phone. "I think he got the point." Spencer smiled as he silenced his phone. He turned back to you, caressing your cheek. "Where were we?"
Back at the station, Derek's jaw was slung open. "Guys, you aren't gonna believe this." He turned back around to the team who stared at him curiously, wondering where their genius went. "They're having sex, Reid and L/n."
"No way!" Emily laughed, "Now?"
"Hotch did send them to the hotel," JJ smiled.
With a shrug, Hotch held out his hand. "Today is day four. Pay up,"
"You!" Rossi pointed his finger at Hotch. He slowly began to pull out his wallet. "You sent them back on purpose!"
"She was hurt," Hotch held back a smile. "I would do no such thing, especially on a case."
Derek rolled his eyes, "Case's over. Right after we detained the guy again, he admitted to it. You just wanted to win this." Derek slapped a crisp twenty in Hotch's hand, along with the rest of the team. "I guess I'll let Garcia know she owes you."
Hotch smiled to himself, "I'm always right."
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vivwritesfics · 16 days ago
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Drive Me Crazy
Chapter Three
None of you are used to pack dynamics. Unlike then, it made you near feral. There's nothing more they want than to build you back up.
Lestappen X Reader
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Four
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It all happened so fast. Max grabbed a hold of Charles and pulled him away from you, as your handler grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you away. A good thing, too. Your teeth were bared at him, ready to bite down on any inch of skin you could reach.
The muzzle was fastened over your mouth, keeping every body else safe from you. "Huh," Charles said as he struggled out of Max's grip. He looked at you, at the way your expression changed the minute the muzzle was back over your face. Eyes wide, expression guilty as you stared at him.
I'm sorry, you wanted to choke out. But you couldn't. Instead a whimper left your lips as you tried to beg for some sort of forgiveness. But Max (Max fucking Verstappen! But you could freak out about that later) stepped between you. The look he gave you was enough to shut you up.
"Come on," said your handler as she pushed you through the garage. You couldn't stop yourself from looking guilty as engineers and mechanics stared at you. They'd seen what had just happened, there was no doubt in your mind. Your gaze fell to the floor, unable to look any of them in the mind.
There was your car, your F1 car. Your status as reserve driver had been kept quiet, your seat fitted and the car set up to your liking. Your number sat on the car, number fifty-three. It was real. It was really, really real.
They were still watching you. They watched as you touched the numbers on your car, as you climbed your way inside of it and sat in your seat.
"How does it feel?" Your handler asked, leaning over the halo.
You nodded as you looked up at her. Good. It felt good. It felt right. As soon as this part of your life was over, you could finally be done.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Max pushed Charles through the garage. Through the garage and out the other side. Your focus fell back onto the steering wheel in front of you and you mimicked a lap around the circuit.
You didn't know that Max was pushing Charles into his drivers room. You didn't know just how angry he was with Charles. But you did hear as Max slammed the door shut.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Max roared, his expression furious.
Charles didn't cower at his anger. They were long past the days where Max's wrath would have his retreating to safety. "You saw her, right?" He asked and glanced at the door. "You saw how much she needs me."
"Needs you? Charlie, she went to attack you! She doesn't need you."
But Charles shook his head. "She needs me in the way you needed me, Max. She's what you would have become if you didn't let me in."
"She's dangerous."
Charles's hands were on his cheeks, holding his face. "So were you." He didn't let Max drop his chin to his chest and kissed him slowly. "What if I can help her in the way I helped you? Shouldn't I try?"
Max placed his hands over Charles's. His cold hands, cold from the can of Red Bull he had finished before he marched over, against Charles's warmer ones. "Not if it puts you in danger," he whispered, his eyes pleading. "Charles, I..."
But he couldn't say it.
"Come on," Charles said and let his hands slip away from Charles's face. "I can't top your speed in practice if you're sulking in here," he whispered and kissed Max once more.
As they walked back through the garage (Max continuing on to the Red Bull garage), there you were. Your helmet, Ferrari red and covered in sponsors, nothing personal about it, sat on your head. Acting as a muzzle, Charles realised when he looked at you.
His leg jolted, but he stopped himself from walking over to you. No, not yet. Not after what had just happened. He gave you a smile and you flipped up the visor, letting him see your eyes.
Charles got himself ready to climb into the car. All the time he wasn't wearing his helmet, he was looking at you, watching you. You, in your fireproofs, with your overalls around your hips. It suited you, everything but the helmet. The helmet looked too corporate.
You needed something personal, a design all your own.
"Tell me how she does," Charles said to Bryan before he pulled his helmet over his head.
Bryan passed him his gloves. "You worry about your own drive, okay?" He said and Charles focused his eyes forward.
Formula One was nothing like Formula Two. Everybody on the grid had forgotten it, even if they had all been in the series at some point. Most before it was called Formula Two, back when it was GP2.
There had been little preparation for your transition into Formula One. It wasn't supposed to happen yet, you were supposed to have more time. But then Carlos went and broke his damn leg and here you were.
If only he wasn't human, maybe you wouldn't be in this situation.
Your first lap was, well, terrifying. More than once you wanted to stop the car, jump out and dry heave onto the gravel. Nothing would come up, that you knew. But you kept going, keeping out of the way when the McLaren's came past.
First practice isn't about being the fastest, you told yourself.
"Next lap go," your engineer said, as if you were a dog he had taught a trick to. You gritted your teeth as you took the last corner. And then, you went for it.
It wasn't about topping the times, about being the fastest on track. It wouldn't be for you this weekend, anyway. This weekend was about getting a feel for the car you'd spend the next few weeks in. It was about bringing the car back to the garage in one piece. You didn't need to worry about scoring points or helping the team in the constructors, not this week.
But that was all you were thinking about.
Gotta go fast. Gotta score points. Gotta go fast. Gotta score points. Gotta go fast. Gotta score points. Gotta go fast. Gotta score points.
The lap felt good. Not fast, but good. But that wasn't enough, not for you. Your engineer said something, something that was met with a snarl as you went again.
"Come into the pits on this lap!" Your engineer was shouting. "Box fucking box!"
Box box. You knew that phrase, even when you weren't thinking right. But the lap was good. You couldn't abandon it, not now. "Box box, beastie."
Slamming on the brakes, you swerved into the pitlane. A dangerous move, one that would definitely see you penalised. You pitted and the car was pushed back into the garage.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Your engineer roared as he marched over to you. He gripped the halo are he stared down at you.
You were still, chest heaving as you waited to be told what to do. Waiting for your handler to come over and give you instructions. Eyes set forward, watching as Charles pulled into the pit. He wasn't there for very long, a minute at most, before he was making his way back onto the track.
"Beastie," your handler said, grabbing your attention. You looked up. Well, looked up as much as you could in the car. "Listen to your engineer. No more driving like that, okay?"
She said it so gently that you found yourself attempting to nod. Just wanting to make her happy, to make her proud of you. Her hand was suddenly on top of your helmet. "You know what happens if you disobey."
Your eyes were still focused forward and you nodded again. You weren't going to disobey again. You wouldn't dare.
When she patted your helmet, you shut your eyes. That was close to what would happen, close enough to have you moving away.
"Get back out there," she said and moved away from you. You drove out of the garage, down the pitlane and out onto the track.
You did what your engineer told you. Did a push lap when you were told and cooled down when you had to. Of course, you didn't see the wave Charles gave you when you went past, couldn't hear as he asked about you on the radio.
"How is she doing?" He asked Bryan.
"She's doing good, Charles, but concentrate on your own drive, please."
You were doing good, that was all Charles needed to know.
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lecl3rcw · 9 months ago
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KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS | Leclerc brothers x sister! reader
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Pairings: Charles, Arthur, Lorenzo Leclerc x sister! reader (model reader)
Summary: As Arthur and Y/N are on live together, Arthur accidentally spills his guts on Y/N crush on this mystery man, who is this man? And what will her brothers’s reaction be.
Warnings: I’m using meeya dugied’s photos as a reference! But reader has no faceclaim!
Author’s note: WHOO it’s been a while, hope you guys have been well, I just wanted to say Thankyou for being so patient with me, I’ve had a lot going on in my life but just know your requests are in the process of being finalized! I’m the meantime, this is just a little short fic for everyone!
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“Do you think the chicken came first or the egg?”
“….Shut up Arthur”
The boy narrowed his eyes at his twin, the two youngest leclercs were on Y/N’s Instagram live because they were so bored and since then it’s been a blur.
“Y/N who is your favorite brother out of the 3, Lorenzo for sure” she reads out the question and answers it without hesitation.
“Girllll whats up your ass today, did Jo-” before he could say more, the girl quickly covers his mouth, “Shut the fuck up Arthur! I swear I’m never telling you anything again!” She says, pushing his face out of the frame.
“Ouch! See guys this is what happens when you’ve had the fattest crush on this dude named J-” She interrupted him once more.
“Ok everybody! That’s it for this live, Thankyou so much for keeping us entertained and I hope you all have an amazing day! Love you” she says quickly before turning the live off.
“You’re actually such a cunt Arthur” she says as she pushes him again.
“What? It’s not like I said his name” he responds standing up
“it’s not your place Hoe” she responds standing up.
“Whatever girl, talk to the fucking hand” he says raising his hand in the most sassy way possible before walking off.
What in the sassy men apocalypse, she shook it off and just allayed down on the couch, before she got a text.
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She rolls her eyes again, “I’m so sick of them” she scoffs.
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She smiled at the replies her tweet got, the f1 fanbase has got to be the most creative one yet to exist. Tired from scrolling, she shuts her phone down and decides to rest her eyes. However, her peace only lasted for 20 minutes as her phone rang for a Group FaceTime call. She lets out a loud groan but answers it.
“So Y/N, Tell us who this man” Lorenzo asks.
“Again, no hi, no hello” she responds.
“Y/N I swear!” Charles interrupts her.
“Oh my god, for fucks sake, it’s Jo-” Arthur starts but is immediately interrupted,
“STOP, fine, I’ll text it to you” she says before shooting the groupchat a text.
“Oh Y/N, you know that never ends well” Charles says.
“Says you? Let me ask all your ex girlfriends” she responds in a very snarky way, Charles looked taken aback.
“Ok damn girl, calm down no need to get all violent🙄” he says visibly rolling his eyes.
“Sorry Charlie, i didn’t mean that, if Alexandra and Charlotte are there tell them i love them and that they’re way better than their mans, anyways bye goodnight, have a good trip” she says.
“You too Chérie, hope your photo shoot goes well tomorrow!” Charles says before hanging up, Lorenzo adds to that with “and goodluck with J-”
“OK GOODBYE” she says hanging up, she lets out a sigh and puts her hand on her face. She gets up and does her skincare routine, and goes to sleep.
The next morning, her flight to Milan was very early so she was at the airport by 6.
She hugs Arthur, “Bye tur tur, hope your race testing goes well” he hugs back tight, “you too Y/n/n”
She hugs her mom tightly, “Love you Maman” she squeezes her, Pascale reciprocating the action. “I love you, text me when you land” her mom says, and the young girl nods. She waved one last goodbye to her mom and her brother before boarding the flight.
She makes a quick post on her Instagram before shutting her phone off for her flight.
y/n.leclerc
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y/n.leclerc june with my fav people ever🫶🏻 p.s. Alexandra is the best photographer
tagged charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc, lorenzotollotaleclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, carla.brocker, charlottedipietro, pascale_leclerc
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^y/n.leclerc ATEEEEEEE
^charles_leclerc girllll more like -8
^y/n.leclerc I’m gonna beat your ass.
alexandrasaintmleux my chérie😍
^y/n.leclerc THE LITERAL LOVE OF MY LIFE😍
bellahadid let’s get married
^y/n.leclerc I’m gonna bite you☺️
leclercupdates NOT THE BENGALS LIKING
^wags4life LIKE ARIANA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE?
y/n’swhore SHES LITERALLY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON EVER😞
What the girl didn’t expect was to get a text from one of the most popular teams ever.
Bengals Hello! We would like to host a partnership with you, we wanted to invite you to one of our games as an honorary guest, you can bring up to 6 people.
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verstappen-cult · 8 months ago
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Hi, love your writing so much ❤️❤️
So I have a request could you maybe write something about Charles reacting to his girlfriend having an allergic reaction? Like she accidentally eats something (I'm allergic to apples) and he freaked out
“Honey, I’m home!” Charles says, making you giggle and jump off the couch. He’s carrying two bags from your favorite restaurant while his gym bag is in his other hand, but that doesn’t stop you from hugging him and peppering his face with kisses.
“I missed you so much,” You say with a last kiss to his lips. “and I’m starving.”
Charles gives you the bags while he takes off his shoes. “I bought two pieces of that carrot cake you like so much.”
Before you even look at what else is in the bags, you take the dessert out, grabbing a fork in the process. Charles joins you in the kitchen, stealing the first bite of the cake from you.
“I don’t know why you like it so much, it’s gross.” He complains at which you roll your eyes, finally tasting the delicious and sweet cake.
After the second bite you can taste something different, something that’s not been there all the other times you’ve had it. However, you don't think too much about it and keep eating.
“Did you ask them to add something?” You ask after half of the cake has disappeared.
“No?” He answers, mouth full of pasta. “Oh! They said they’re trying a new recipe and has—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, Charles just snatches the plate out of your hands, causing it to fall onto the floor, making a mess.
“Charles, that’s very rude!”
“I’m so sorry, baby. We need to go to the hospital.” He grabs your hand, rushing to the front door as you look confused at him, not understanding why he’s acting like that all of a sudden.
“Char, what’s happening!”
“You need to lie on your back, I’m gonna call the—”
It takes you a moment to finally understand.
That strange taste in your mouth, why the cake wasn’t like any of the other ones you’ve had before.
Sighing, you squeeze your boyfriend’s hand, forcing him to turn around and stop for a second.
“Baby, I’ll be fine.” But Charles looks like he’s about to throw up, probably feeling so guilty. “I just need my EpiPen, can you get it for me?”
“No! We need to—”
You cup his face, looking straight into his green eyes. “Charlie, you need to calm down or I’m seriously gonna slap you in the face. Now, can you get my EpiPen? It is on my nightst—”
You haven’t finished talking but he’s already sprinting up the stairs, tripping over his own feet. There’s a big commotion upstairs, things falling and Charles cursing as he searches for the medicine you need right now.
You slowly make your way to the couch, breathing in and out, when you hear Charles footsteps approaching.
He hands you the EpiPen and you smile up at him before taking it in your hands, taking your sweatpants off enough to push it against your thigh.
Charles looks away, making a strange sound. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers, looking like a kicked puppy in the middle of the road.
“It’s okay, Char.”
“No, it’s not! I’m gonna sue them,” He starts pacing around the living room, pulling on his hair. “how dare they do this! You could die.”
“I’m not going to die.” You laugh, rubbing the area around the injection for a few seconds. “You need to calm down because this isn’t helping me.”
His expression relaxes, and he sits next to you, grabbing your free hand. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.”
“It’s not your fault, Charles. These things happen and they’ve been happening to me all my life.” You rub his palm, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder. “I don’t know how many times this has happened since we’ve been dating, but you still freak out.” He laughs, closing his eyes and finally, finally, relaxing against you. “It’s cute.”
“I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“I’m allergic to three different things, baby. You need to get used to it.”
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lina-lovebug · 10 months ago
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I'd Fight The Devil
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, FINALE
Background: The future heir of Hell is on the way! Alastor has his doubts about being a good father and Lucifer is losing his mind.
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(Y/N) Morningstar is due any day now!
That dreaded due date was getting closer and closer and honestly, Alastor didn't know how to handle it.
Of course, he was happy when he found out that his beloved was pregnant. From what he knew, sinners couldn't reproduce! But from a brief (while crying) explanation from Lucifer, (Y/N) is extremely fertile and this could continue happening or just be a one time thing.
Honestly, it broke Alastor seeing her miserable. Her swollen hoofs, going days without sleep because of their spawn kicking up a storm, and not to mention the crying. It didn't bother him that she became much needier, as he was happy to give her all the hoof rubs and cravings she desired.
Alastor felt bad because he hears her confide in Charlie, "honestly, I'm not sure I want to do this again. It feels like my body doesn't belong to me."
He's heard that some pregnant women feel that way, but the way her voice broke when she said it.
He'd never touch her again if she asked.
"Need anything, mon cher?" Alastor asked as she waddled to the bathroom.
"No, but thank you," She smiled. He had been so attentive and it made this pregnancy a bit more enjoyable.
(Y/N) hated herself. Not because she hated their child, no, but because she hated how she felt. She hated that she wasn't enjoying her pregnancy like so many other mothers, and hated how she felt like a prisoner in her own body.
But today: she'd be free.
"ALASTOR!"
A scream awoke the half asleep Radio Demon and he instantly appeared by her side, "what happened?! Are you okay?!"
"I think my water broke last nigh-ah! I'm having contractions!"
The baby was coming.
THE FUCKING BABY WAS COMING.
He instantly got them to the hospital, all while waking up the entire hotel. Vaggie shook Charlie awake, Husker threw a bottle at Angel Dust, and Niffty was frantically killing any bug she saw.
"MY BABY! WHERE'S MY LITTLE PUMPKIN?!"
Lucifer was panicking more than Alastor.
"Oh, my sweet pumpkin!" Lucifer ran to her side as she groaned at the contractions, her horns peaking in and out every time pain lashed through her body.
"Dad, it hurts."
"Where are the scrubs?! I need-!"
"Dad, isn't it the father who's supposed to get scrubs?" Charlie questioned nervously.
"But my baby needs me!"
"What I need is everyone to get the fuck out!" (Y/N) screamed, completely overwhelmed by all of it. Charlie dragged their dad out of the room, and Alastor stayed.
"I'm sorry," She began to cry, feeling horrible about yelling at him.
"You have nothing to apologize for, my sweet girl," His radio voice broke momentarily as he held her hand, "all this pain will be over and we can finally hold our child."
"I already feel like such a bad mom," She cried, "I'm supposed to love being pregnant, but I fucking hate it."
His heart ached for his sweet love. She was in constant pain but hated herself for it.
"I'd never lay another hand on you if it meant you'd never feel like this again," He confessed.
"I'll cut off anyone's hands who touch you."
She smiled at that, "I think. . .I think I'm done after this little one. Definitely need to find out if I can stop being so fertile."
But just as things were calming down, her hand tightened his, and another wave of contractions came. It continued like this for an hour, and with a few more pushes, their child was born.
And even though Lucifer tried breaking into the room, he kept away for a little while longer.
"It's a girl?" Alastor asked.
"Yes. Congratulations!"
"Oh, she's so precious," (Y/N) looked at their daughter, now resting in her arms. She had two small deer horns poking out of her soft head, a ruffle of red hair to go along with it.
"I will give you all the demon meat you desire," Alastor felt satisfied when he looked at his daughter, and felt a pang of happiness within him.
"I think I know what her name is, Alastor," she had been snooping around and found a name from his past, which would make her future husband all the more joyful.
"And what's that, my dear?"
"Manon," His smile faltered.
It was his mother's name.
He looked upon his daughter as she handed him over, her eyes opening to see the Radio Demon - her father.
"It's perfect," He smiled.
"Manon Morningstar."
When Alastor looked at her, all his doubts faded. He remembered how his mother doted on him, loving him and always being his number one supporter and just new that he would do the same for her.
"Can we come in?" Charlie asked carefully with Lucifer peaking in.
(Y/N) nodded and in came Vaggie, Charlie and Lucifer. Lucifer held two giant bouquets of roses, setting them on a table.
"Oh, she's adorable!" Charlie grinned.
"Would you like to hold her?" (Y/N) asked, and her sister happily accepted. The small demon wasn't fussy about being in her arms, just staring with curious eyes.
"Vaggie?"
Her eyes widened, "oh? Me? Uh, I mean, I don't know, I've never-"
"You'll be fine," before she could contest any further, Vaggie was holding Manon. Manon babbled at her, spit dribbling from her mouth as her hand reached up and pulled her hair.
"Okay! My turn!" Lucifer snatched his granddaughter away, staring at the baby with a happy-go-lucky smile.
"Oh you're so precious! I think you'll love duck's! In fact, it's your first toy," He squeaked a small rubber duck with wings in her face, and she began to cry.
"No, no, no, no! Please don't hate me! I love you!"
"I think mommy needs some rest, and Manon is hungry," Alastor scooped back his daughter, and Vaggie dragged Lucifer out as he cried over the fact that he is convinced his granddaughter hates him.
"She's perfect," (Y/N) sighed as she begun to feed upon her, and Alastor gave them both a kiss on their foreheads.
"You're perfect."
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forzalando · 5 months ago
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hi! can you do "kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose." + charles please please please 🙏 tysm <3
hi hi hi! i hope you like it😊💛 thank you so much for your request, i had so much fun writing this one!!! charles + kisses on the tip of the nose 631 words, no tw!
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Adopting Leo was the most wonderful decision that you and Charles had ever made – he was the sweetest puppy, even if he could be a menace at times, and had so much love in his tiny little body for the two of you.
He was exceptionally clingy, especially with you since he spent more time with you, which prompted Charles to overcompensate a bit for his absence.
It wasn’t that you were jealous of your dog, per se, but as you sat on the couch and watched Charles give his undivided attention to Leo while completely ignoring your existence, you felt a bit slighted.
His puppy voice and the sound of him leaving kisses all over Leo’s face, particularly his adorable nose, had your frown growing deeper. You’d never been great at controlling your facial expressions but Charles had yet to notice until you sighed involuntary.
“Mon amour, what’s wrong?” Charles asked sweetly, cradling Leo delicately to his chest in order to move closer to you.
“Nothing,” you pouted, stealing Leo from his arms to hopefully quell the loneliness in your chest.
“It’s not nothing, you are sad. Talk to me, my love.”
“I just – gosh, it’s so stupid.”
“Your feelings are not stupid, I promise. Did something happen while I was away? If someone hurt you I will – ”
“No, Charles,” you interrupted, debating the best way to tell him. “I…I know you miss Leo a lot and you feel guilty because you’re away so often but you’ve been home for four hours and after a quick ‘hello, I love you, I missed you”, you haven’t paid attention to me at all. I’m just feeling a little left out.”
It was silent for a moment except for Leo’s soft pants and the sound of him licking your chin – you couldn’t help but smile at the affection from him, the affection you were craving from your partner as well.
“Mon amour,” Charles cooed. “Are you jealous of little Leo?”
“I’m not jealous, but you’ve kissed him 81 times and I’m feeling neglected.”
Charles smiled softly at you, “I’m sorry, Leo is new to me being gone so often, I’ve been so wrapped up in making sure he knows I love him that I forgot for a moment it never gets any easier for you.”
“I understand, Charlie, it’s ok. I’ve just missed you a lot,” you whispered shyly. He moved even closer to you, cupping your face with his hands, leaning in. You closed your eyes and waited patiently, eager to lose yourself in Charles.
Your eyes flew open in shock when you felt his lips upon the tip of your nose repeatedly – over and over again while Charles giggled and pressed himself as close as he could without crushing your fur child.
“Charles!” you squealed, laughing along with him as his kisses moved to your cheek, chin, and right back to your nose.
“You said you were jealous of Leo’s nose kisses!”
“I said kisses in general,” you gasped between laughs. “And it looks and sounds like I’m not the only jealous one in this family.”
Leo was yapping away in your arms – his little paws trying and failing to push Charles away while he snuggled closer to you. “Leo, let me love on your Mama, no?” Charles lightly scolded, ruffling the fur on his head. As if Leo understood, he huffed out a sigh and relaxed in your arms, quickly falling asleep.
Charles leaned back against the edge of the couch and beckoned you to sit between his legs, cocooning his arms around you as you leaned back into him.
Your head nestled in the crook of his neck and Leo snoring softly in your arms – you wouldn’t trade your perfect, little family for anything in the world.
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chrisevansonly · 1 year ago
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𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜
ʚ charles leclerc x female reader
ʚ charles gets the one call he never wanted to get, and despite your worries about his precious pista, he doesn’t care about the car. just you.
ʚ angst, description of injuries (minor), mentions of blood, panic attacks, violence (minor), tears and lots of soft charles
ʚ okay idk why i thought of this idea, but i have and here we are, i know people have been asking for angst, this idk if it qualifies as the angst you’re all looking for but I will work on some other ideas too:)
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Time was frozen as you sat in the driver’s seat of what once looked like a Ferrari 488 Pista. Only now you could make out the back of the car, the front of it might as well be in a what not to do when you drive a luxury vehicle catalogue. Your head was ringing and your chest pounding as adrenaline and anxiety pumped through your veins, as much as you’d started to feel pain in a multitude of places, your brain was thinking of only one thing;
Charles is going to be so mad.
To make matters worse, the man who had hit you was now cursing through the tinted window, claiming the accident to be all your fault. Deciding to think about Charles’s potential anger later you picked your phone up and called his number.
Thankfully it didn’t take long, 
“Hi baby, are you on your way back”
A pause 
“Um…I-I got in an accident Char…”
The line was silent before he spoke up, panic laced in his voice. 
“Qu'entendez-vous par ‘accident?’  Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé? Où es-tu, es-tu gravement blesse.”
“Charles, english please my head hurts so bad.”
Normally you’d be able to hold an entire conversation with him in French, but right now it was just too much.
“I’m sorry, where are you baby? Are you hurt bad?”
Sniffling softly, you hummed
“I am down by the marina; my head really hurts. The man who hit me…he-he is yelling loudly at me…can you-oh Charles your poor car….”
“No, don’t even worry about my car baby, you matter more to me, I can’t replace you, but I can replace the car. I’ll be there in ten minutes, keep the doors locked, don’t get out.”
You nodded, only then realizing he couldn’t see you. 
“Yes, okay, I’ll wait here…please hurry”
“I will chérie, I promise.”
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Just like he’d said, a familiar black Alfa Romeo pulled up next to the crash site, Charles quick to get out and come towards the driver’s side door, only to see the man banging at the window. 
“Hey, can you step away from my car?”
The man turned to look at Charles
“Cette stupide salope a détruit ma voiture!”
“Je vous le redemande, éloignez-vous de ma voiture”
It was getting harder for Charles to reign in his anger, quickly pushing the man back, giving him a look that at this point in the evening, had him backing away, finally allowing Charles to open the door and see you
“Hey..hey.. I’m here, its okay?”
Charles swore his heart broke as you looked at him with teary eyes, a bruise above your eyebrow, but thankfully you appeared alright otherwise.
“I-I’m so sorry about your car Charlie, he just-he came out of nowhere, and I-I couldn’t-I am so so sorry!”
Holding back the sobs was almost impossible at this point, but Charles was quick to undo your seatbelt, helping you turn towards the door and put your feet on the ground. Once he had you turned toward him, he brought his hands up to hold your face, his thumbs swiping your cheeks.
“My love, listen to me, you are my main priority, you are the love of my life, and this car is just mental and parts, all which can be fixed, but you cannot, and I cannot have another one of you, ever okay?”
Sniffling you nodded
“Okay…”
In the distance you could heard the sirens coming your way, knowing you’d be going to the hospital, it was a given but for now you really just needed Charles, and he wasn’t going anywhere, that was for sure.
“Are you hurting badly baby?”
“No, just my head…can you help me up?”
Your boyfriend nodded, holding onto your arms gently as he helped you stand up, before bringing you into his chest, your arms wrapping around him, as he did the same to you.
“I am so glad you’re okay, you have no idea how worried I was…we’ll get you to the hospital and then i’m not leaving your side”
“Promise you won’t?”
Charles smiled as he saw your pinky finger come up, quickly linking his in a pink promise, a tradition you’d both been doing since your third date.
“I promise, i’m not going anywhere”
As the sirens got closer, you leaned further into Charles, knowing no matter what happened, he’d be by your side for as long as you needed him, he’d be there. It didn’t matter if he had a race, media or social events to attend, for you he’d drop them in a heart beat over and over again.
Because he never wanted to get that kind of phone call again.
translations:
-Qu'entendez-vous par ‘accident?’  Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé? Où es-tu, es-tu gravement blesse : What do you mean by 'accident?' What happened? Where are you, are you seriously injured?
-Cette stupide salope a détruit ma voiture!: This stupid bitch destroyed my car!
-Je vous le redemande, éloignez-vous de ma voiture: I'm asking you again, get away from my car
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dizzycoffee · 9 months ago
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hihiiii can i ask for hc’s and maybe a small drabble for lucifer, lute, adam, and charlie with a (fem) reader who tends to unintentionally fluster them ?
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— Lucifer, Lute, Adam, Charlie / Fem!Reader; Headcanons
*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・ HEADCANONS ・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*
— Lucifer;
Intentional or not, he always wonders how you can be so smooth with your words / actions
He tries to reply with the same tone, but he always stumbles with his words
“You’re so cute when you stutter—” “STOP IT.”
Whenever you lightly tease him, he melts from both embarrassment and love
You chuckled softly upon seeing his already blushing face. “Aw, come on, don’t go shy on me already,” you teased, getting pleasantly surprised when you see the way his face reddens at your words. You truly don’t understand how your choice of words could affect him so much — but you weren’t really complaining.
You always laugh it off, but you definitely like the way he just begins to flush over your words
There are times that you forget that he's Lucifer, though. He'll catch you off guard yourself, saying something surprisingly smooth with that enticing voice of his, and he'll eat up every detail of your own flustered face
"Oh so this is how it feels to fluster, huh?"
Essentially, you both match each other's energy <3
— Lute;
my guilty pleasure fr
She'd totally try to cover her blush with frustration
At first, you used to think she hated being around you. Her face always turned red and judging by her scowl, you assumed it was because she was angry
The only reason you found out otherwise was because of Adam, who was brutally teasing Lute
"HAH, no way, your face is so red!" You were going down a hall when you heard Adam's taunting voice ring out. Before you could tune them out, another voice spoke up, "You heard her, who the hell says that so casually?" Oh, Lute was with him too. You paused for a moment, letting Adam reply. "Ooooh Lute, you look so cute with your hair pulled back!" he spoke in a mocking high-pitched tone, laughing right after when he heard Lute bark out, "Unlike you, she didn't sound annoying!" ... Wasn't that the compliment you told Lute earlier that day?
After that, you couldn't help but to stop by a bit more often during training, simply to converse a bit more
While you didn't understand how you can cause her to have that reaction, it didn't stop you from pushing forward
I mean, it just means she's not mad at you. And she also hasn't said anything about you needing to stop... you're sure it's fine!
It wasn't until one day she just yells "Why do you feel the need to torment me?!"
"I'm sorry... I just think you look so pretty when you blush."
She "reluctantly" asks you out on a date after that
— Adam;
guilty pleasure 2.0
Whenever you first catch him off guard, he goes silent for like,, a good minute
It takes a moment to register that his heart skipped a beat and his face began to burn from the blood that was rushing to his cheeks
After hanging out with you, he has to take a moment to sort of realize that someone genuinely makes him flustered and not the other way around
Initially, he's like "well no duh I'm blushing a bit, she's hot as fuck" but that later turns into him being like "she said my hair looks nice today, does that mean anything?? my face is burning, does she notice all of that?? is all of this on purpose??"
He'll call you (jokingly) an attention whore, which you're confused about and leaves him to explain...
Adam chuckled dryly, "You know... because you're, like, constantly flirting with me. That makes you an attention whore." He tried to keep his cool, he really did. But when all you could do was muster up an awkward smile and head tilt of confusion, he realized you genuinely didn't mean to actually fluster him. Fuck. "Don't take it to heart, sugar tits. I'm just joking!" he laughed it off.
After that "incident" he actually tries to match your energy
If you make him blush, he makes it his mission to see you at least giggle from his flirting
I think it's safe to say Adam sort of sucks at flirting because most of his "flirtatiousness" it just lewd comments and stuff
So it takes a while to actually make you blush from his words and not because he said something embarrassingly lewd
You still appreciate his efforts of course :)
— Charlie;
You are, by far, her biggest distraction
She'll be in the middle of trying to come up with lesson plans when you come up to her and say something like "but Charlie, I miss your kisses..."
Immediately folds for you
I'm positive she openly simps for you, no other way around it
"Isn't she just the cutest? She said I look so adorable with a bow tie! She's so considerate and so..." Charlie swooned as her words drifted off into a ran, face already flushed. Angel raised a brow, "Isn't it, like, the third time she makes you go red? You don't think you're sick or somethin'?" "And it's only the morning," Husk groaned behind the two.
The hotel residents are sick of it /hj
Something that they do appreciate it whenever you're able to calm Charlie down from going overboard. Whether it's with the lesson of the day or her going into a near breakdown over how the hotel isn't going how it's supposed to
While, yes, your words definitely have her giggling and kicking her feet, she mainly goes wild over your actions
The way you'll take her hands into yours, looking her in the eyes as you gently tell her "it'll all work out, just be patient."
She just can't imagine a world where you're not by her side, constantly making her heart flutter
She doesn't typically try to match your flirting, especially because she knows that you don't exactly mean to be flirty
But that doesn't stop her from complimenting you and your words/actions
"You really make my day with your words!"
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nurse-floyd · 6 months ago
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Broken Promises
Anon request: "Max x Leclerc reader . In which its readers bday and it’s her bday party and charles doesn’t show up for the 3rd year after like promising he would for sure show up and she doesn’t like even want a bday anymore. I swear i don’t hate charles LOL."
Summary: It’s your birthday, and once again, your brother Charles has fails to show up despite his promise.
Max Verstappen x Leclerc!reader
Warnings: none. Poor use of Google Translate for language.
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You’d planned everything perfectly and exactly how you’d wanted. The decorations were perfect, and you had streamers, balloons, and fairy lights hung around your spacious living room. Max had helped, getting caterers in and the best birthday cake you could ask for.
However, your excitement quickly turned to disappointment as your phone lit up with a text from your older brother, Charles.
Charlie: Sœurette… I’m sorry, I cannot make the party. I promise I’ll make it up to you.
You threw the phone down angrily on the counter, not caring if the screen was broken or not. You cursed a few words in French as you let out your frustration.
“Tête de bite! Stupide imbécile!” you screamed.
Max came running as he heard the loud bang followed by your shouting.
“He promised, Max! He said he’d be here. He missed my last two fucking birthdays!”
Max stood there, letting you let out your anger but also feeling his own anger bubbling inside. Charles had promised; he was there when you were excitedly bouncing as you told Charles about the music, the decorations, and the food—how excited you were to celebrate with your whole family again when no one had races or interviews or promotions to film.
“I know, schatje… I’m sorry,” he comforted as he pulled you into his arms. He knew how excited you’d been and how much it meant for all your older brothers to be there.
You pulled away and wiped your tears as you tried to put on a brave face, tried to push through your emotions and finish setting up the place for your guests. Arthur and Lorenzo were still coming, and you just wanted Charles to be there for once. He’d missed the last two years, and he’d promised he’d be there this time.
As your guests arrived, you kissed their cheeks, hugged them, and took pictures, but your heart just wasn’t in it. The party was in full swing with music, food, and enjoyment, but you felt like an outsider in your own house. You watched as everyone else danced, laughed, and had fun, but you just couldn’t feel that joy yourself. You knew it was stupid, but you sat in the corner and watched the door, hoping it was just a joke your brothers were playing on you, hoping with everything that he’d walk through the door with that goofy smile and pull you into one of his hugs that you loved so much. But the door stayed closed, and your brother never came.
Max mingled with your guests and his friends, but he saw the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, how withdrawn you were, and how you kept checking your phone for any updates from your brother. He came to your side and took the seat next to yours, putting his arm around you as he pulled you into his side. “Are you okay?”
You sighed, determined not to let the tears that had been threatening to spill over fall. “I just don’t get it, Max. Why does he keep making promises he can’t keep? He hasn’t come to my last three birthdays now. Do I not matter to him?”
Max’s grip tightened around you. “I’m sorry, liefde. I know it hurts, but your birthday does matter, and so do you. You matter to me and to all the people here tonight.”
You buried your face in his shoulder as the tears you’d tried to keep in all night started to fall. “I don’t even want a birthday anymore. It hurts too much.”
Max gently shifted, lifting your chin slightly so he could look at you. “Don’t say that. Today is your day, and I’m going to make it special. Your brother might not be here, but I am, and so are your friends. Let’s not let him ruin another birthday, hmm?”
You nodded, knowing he was right and so grateful for the support. You sniffed and wiped away your tears. “Okay… but I don’t feel like being around everyone right now. Can we go for a walk? Get some fresh air?”
Max smiled and got up, holding his hand out for you. “Sure. Let’s go.”
You sent a text to Arthur to come up with an excuse in case anyone noticed you and Max were gone before you both managed to quietly slip out of the house. The cool air of the evening was a welcome relief from the crowded apartment. You and Max walked in a comforting silence, your hand in his as the lights of the city twinkled around you.
Max led you to a little bench on the beachfront and sat down, gesturing for you to join him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close once more. You closed your eyes, just enjoying the moment with you and him alone.
“You know, I hated my birthday too when I was younger. There was so much pressure to make it the perfect day, and it never was, and my dad wasn’t exactly parent of the year when it came to birthdays; he missed more than I can count.”
“You shouldn’t have had to go through that, Max,” you leaned in closer to him.
“Now I’m older, all that matters is I get to celebrate another year of life and I’ve got you by my side.”
“You’re right. It’s just hard when someone you love lets you down.”
“I know,” Max replied as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “but you’re not alone. You’ve got me, and I’m not going anywhere; no more broken promises.”
A smile tugged at your lips. “Thanks, Max, for everything. Sorry I ruined the party.”
“Shut up,” he grinned playfully. “You’ve not ruined anything. Besides, you saved me from your brothers. Anyway, I didn’t get to give you your present yet.”
You leaned away from him, your curiosity piqued. “What present?”
He reached into the pocket of the Red Bull jacket he’d thrown on before he left and pulled out a sleek black box, beautifully wrapped with a silver bow. “Happy birthday, schat.”
You took the box and carefully unwrapped it to reveal a rose gold necklace with four pendants, each with a letter on it: an M, J, S, and your initial.
“Now you can always carry us with you. You’ll always have me, Jimmy, and Sassy, and there’s room to add more,” he explained.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you,” you whispered, your voice laced with emotion.
You turned around and let him fasten it around your neck before turning back and leaning in to kiss him. “Thank you, love, for making today special despite everything.”
“Anything for you, schatje. Happy birthday.”
Although you knew you couldn’t get over your disappointment with Charles that easily, sitting there with Max, you knew that it didn’t matter who wasn’t there but who was, and with Max by your side, you’d be okay.
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jazziejax · 8 days ago
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Outer Banks Cast! X OC’s
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - The tension and banger between the Outer Banks cast during the 2024 Kitten Interview.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none except the mention of the alleged tension and drama between real actors.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - I hope this doesn’t ruffle any feathers. I was just so bored but also curious as to what could be going on behind the scenes of everything and I wanted to be a lil messy. I have kind of outgrown RPF fics but I honestly don’t feel like writing anything else and I wanted to do this. Don’t crucify me, I beg. Also, sorry for any grammar errors, I don’t like reading back what I write. I hope you guys like and find this interesting.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭! - 9,371 (???)
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“Okay.” Charlie said as her video started, chewing her gum as she moved to find a place to stick her phone. Her heels briefly clicked against the linoleum floor before she stuck the suction case to an available pilfer in the building. “Quick OOTD before we begin.” She whispered to the camera before she backed away some show her whole outfit. Her straightened brown hair swayed as she did a small twirl to show the back of her dress and her styled hair. She looked over her shoulder and did a small leg life before turning back around and moving closer to the phone. She took her small sunglasses out of her handbag and pushed them on the crown of her head to make the outfit complete.
“I do not know where this dress is from, I’m pretty sure my stylist thrifted it.” She said as she leaned down a little to be in eye contact with the phone. “These gold bangles are from grandma.” She chewed her gum as she showed her jewelry. “The earrings are from my mom. I think this bracelet is Betsy Johnson. These glasses are vintage Jean Paul Gaultier.” She paused as she thought of what she could be missing with her outfit. “Oh! Uh, this bag is vintage Coach.” She said as she held up the red leather bag before unclamping it and digging through to pull out a medium sized bottle. “No one asked and I don’t know why I’m telling you but today’s scent is Argos, Triumph of Bacchus.” She listed as quick as she could before backing up a little more and pointing out her leg in front of her to show off her shoes as she simultaneously put the bottle back into her bag, completely unbeknownst of the pair of eyes watching and another figure making its way closer. “And these shoes are vintage Chanel.” She smacked her gum before finally catching sight of movement in the background. A figure approached, and Charlie glanced over, smiling. “Tee, come here!” She called, extending a hand.
Tatum grinned, placing her hand in Charlie’s as she joined her. Her curious eyes flicked to the phone stuck on the pillar. “How the hell is it doing that?” She muttered, leaning closer.
Charlie ignored the question and gestured to the camera. “Outfit of the day, Tee.”
Tatum slightly squatted and gave the camera a small wave before stepping back. She placed her hands in her hips before he brought her left foot behind her right, then continuing to do a slow turn until she faced forward back into her original position. Charlie stood to the side in the cameras view, looking between her phone and her friend in confusion. The girls odd movements in the middle of the lobby caught her costars attention, Kai walking over to stand next to Charlie and leaning down to look into the camera that was recording, awfully close.
Charlie squinted at her friend, stifling a laugh. “What was that?”
The girl dropped her hands from her hips as she shrugged. “I was giving them a 360 of the fit.” She said nonchalantly.
Charlie just shook her head, still chuckling. “Right. Okay, details.”
Tatum stepped forward and gestured to her deep red blouse. “Uh, this blouse is Isabel Marant.” She began as her hands slid down to her black mini-skirt. .“Skirt, I have no idea, it’s black fucking mini skirt.” She pointed to her dark red boots, lifting a foot. “These… alligator? Crocodile?” She paused, frowning, and glanced over at Charlie. “What’s this pattern supposed to be?”
Charlie shrugged, but Kai, who had wandered over unnoticed, leaned into the shot. “Are you asking us?”
“Is this pattern supposed to be alligator, guys?” She asked again, this time lifting her foot back up to show the phone, as if she was asking the supposed people that would see said video. She then quickly turned, her hair whipping behind her as her eyes dated to find a specific person.
“Malcom.” She said as low as she could, the lobby in daily chatty as people buzzed around.
Malcom glanced up from his phone, confused, but sauntered over. “What now?”
“Is this alligator print?” Tatum asked, lifting her foot again.
Malcom studied the boot. “Uh… sure? Looks like some kind of reptile,” he replied with a shrug. His attention quickly shifted to the phone on the wall. “How the hell is that staying up there?” He asked, walking closer and leaned down, putting his large eye directly in front of the lens.
Tatum huffed and playfully shoved him aside. “Focus, Malcom. We’re doing outfits.”
The man grinned and, without missing a beat, struck a series of over-the-top model poses. Charlie and Tatum burst out laughing, and she shoved him out of frame. “Wait your turn.” She said before continuing. “I don’t know what the hell the pattern on these boot are supposed to be, maybe I’m not the fashion baddie I thought I was. But I do know that they’re Coach.” She said with a grin. “And this is a Dior saddle bag.”
“What scent are you wearing?” Charlie asked, smirking.
Tatum gave her a skeptical look, causing the girl to reiterate. “Not like some creep, chill.” Charlie said.
“Why would I tell them what I smell like?” Tatum asked.
Charlie rolled her eyes. “It’s a thing! People want to know.”
“That’s weird, even for me, Charlie.” She said to the girl in an obvious joking tone, shouldering her bag and folding her arms as she gave the woman across from her a judgmental look. Charlie scoffed. “Says the girl that likes to sniff people.” She said to her. Tatum’s jaw dropped. “You know that’s my love language.” She told the girl before they both burst out laughing. Once it died down, Tatum looked into the camera. “I’m not showing you what I smell like. That’s for people that see me in person.” She sassed before moving aside.
Malcom stepped back in. “Guess it’s my turn,” he said, smoothing his short blonde hair as he moved into frame.
Charlie grinned. “Alright, let’s hear it.”
“Uh, this shirt is Miu Miu, jeans are Levi’s.” He listed before going lower. “I’m not sure if these are Sambas or Gazelles but, cool shoes anyways.” He said before turning to the side slightly and showing the hat hanging off his belt loop. “Corduroy Polo hat.” He stated before moving closer to the camera and bending down. “The pièce de résistance—my hair.” He tilted his head to show a few red lipstick marks. “Charlie left this kiss here,” he said, pointing to one on the side. “And Kai drew these in the back.”
Tatum leaned closer, inspecting. “That’s so sick.” She whispered before looking at someone on the other side of the camera.
Kai, who was trying to blend into the background, was suddenly yanked forward by Tatum. “Your turn, Kai!” she declared, shoving him into the frame. He didn’t even have time to react, placed into the middle of the video against his will. “Uh, I don’t know where this shirt is from.” He started. “All I know is that it says Eme Studios, Co…whatever that means.” He continued nonchalantly, causing his friends to chortle at his usual unbothered behavior. “Uh, regular Levi jeans. Blue leather jacket that used to be my mom’s actually. Um, green loafesr, don’t know the brand I just know it’s supposedly Italian leather. I got these from Drew actually.” He said with a small chuckle as he pointed at his feet planted on the ground. He then reached into his back pocket and pulled something out. “And I have this deck of card for some reason.” He said as he showed the expensive looking, gold and black playing cards to the camera.
The group stared at him, dumbfounded. “What?” Charlie asked, laughing. “Why?”
Kai shrugged. “Don’t know. They’re cool, though.”
“He’s just like me for real.” Tatum sighed before walking off. Charlie face frowned into confusion further as she looked into her camera, briefly pointing her thumb at where the girl left to. While Malcom continued to question Kai on his fancy deck of cards, Charlie moved over to the end the video. But before she could, she was stopped by the sound of heels clicking against the floor and Tatum’s voice.
“Wait.” Tatum whispered yelled as she dragged Pricilla behind her, pulling her into the frame with a flourish. The other woman had a large smile on her face as she followed after the girl she considered a sister.
“Cilia!” Charlie said excitedly with a grin as she moved out of the way of the camera to make room for her.
“The real fashion diva is here!” Tatum as she placed Pricilla in the front and stood next to her, presenting her arms out to display the slightly shorter woman. Pricilla placed her hands on her waist as she posed for the camera, puckering her lips. She then did a stylish twirl as if she was on a runway. Charlie let out a catcall whistle while the woman continued to hit pose after pose. She then stopped with a laugh, waving her previous actions off and began to move from the camera before Tatum stopped her.
“No, you have to give the outfit details.” She said, placing her hands on the sides of her arms.
“Oohh, okay.” Pricilla said before moving back to her place.
“This little off the shoulder sweater number is Jean Paul Gaultier x KNWLS. It’s 100% wool.” She said as she moved her perfectly manicured hands down her shirt until she made it to her pants. “These jeans are from Nordstrom if I remember correctly.” She then slightly pulled up a pants leg to show her lace heels. “These shoes are Dolce & Gabbana and my bag is Gucci, even thought I don’t really like either of those brands.” She stated, her voice getting lower at the end as she looked between her on screen sisters, who met out small laughs at the girls words. She laughed as well before continued. “Uh, this watch is a Cartier Baignoire, and my earring are Van Cleef.” She finished before a smiling at the camera and giving a small wave, her hand then moving to subconsciously rub the smooth surface of her slicked back hair.
Just as she finished, the camera picked up on the sound of voices calling out for them, the cast looking over at the sound. Charlie quickly grabbed her phone from the wall and took her gum out of her mouth. “Okay, see you guys later.” She whispered before the video cut.
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“Hey, my name is Kai Garcia.”
“I’m Carlacia Grant.”
“I’m Madison Bailey.”
“I’m Tatum Thatcher.”
“And I am Jonathan Davis.”
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“Hello, my name is Malcom Anderson.”
“I’m Charlie Osbourne.”
“I’m Chase Stokes.”
“I’m Drew Starkey.”
“My name is Pricilla Vaughn.”
“And I’m Rudy Pankow.”
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“We’re the cast of Outer Banks,” Carlacia said, flashing a bright smile at the camera.
“And we’re here with BuzzFeed,” Kai added from the other end of the group.
“To play with kittens!” Madison and Tatum exclaimed simultaneously, their faces lighting up with excitement. The rest of the cast laughed at their enthusiasm.
“Ahh! I’m so excited,” Tatum grinned, clapping her hands softly. She had tucked her legs neatly to the side, almost like a mermaid, mindful of her short black skirt and the cameras. She adjusted a strand of her freshly blown-out hair, tucking it behind her ear as they waited for the kittens to arrive.
“Oh my God, shut up!” Madison gasped, covering her mouth when the tiny kittens were brought into the enclosure.
“They’re so freaking precious!” Tatum cooed, her voice soft as her eyes sparkled.
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Charlie let out a gasp when she spotted the kittens. “A tabby cat!” she whispered, almost to herself.
Rudy glanced in her direction, catching her soft expression, and quickly looked away with a small, amused smile.
The kittens were gently placed on the floor, and immediately the tabby started making its way toward Charlie. She let out a delighted coo. “Hi, cutie!” she greeted the kitten softly, reaching out a hand to it as the others reacted to their furry companions.
Across the enclosure, Chase held up his hands in mock alarm. “Please don’t poop on me,” he pleaded, earning a round of laughter from the group.
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“Oh my gosh, how did they get them so small?” Carlacia gushed, her hands clasped over her heart as she leaned closer to the kittens.
Meanwhile, Jonathan was preoccupied, carefully making sure all the kittens stayed inside the enclosure. “Welcome, little ones,” he said, softly greeting the tiny creatures.
“Look at this one! He’s so cute!” Tatum exclaimed, pointing to a small black kitten sitting quietly in front of her.
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“Run,” Chase declared dramatically as the kittens were placed in the center of the group. “Go, my babies!” he added in a bizarre, high-pitched voice, earning a laugh from Pricilla, who was holding the black kitten in her hands.
Across from her, Drew was attempting the near-impossible: balancing two wiggly kittens on his knees.
“I could just do this all day,” Malcom said contentedly, gently cradling a kitten inside his hat as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
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“Who in the Outer Banks cast consistently makes you break character?”
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“It depends on the take,” Carlacia responded, settling a small black kitten in her lap.
“Yeah, that’s true,” Jonathan agreed with a nod.
“Maybe Madelyn,” Madison offered thoughtfully, glancing at the others.
“Oh, definitely her,” Tatum chimed in, shifting her position and stretching her legs straight out in front of her. “Giggles McGoo there.” Her comment earned a round of chuckles from the group.
“I’d say you, Tee,” Kai said, looking up from his lap, where a calico kitten was batting at his fingers.
The others hummed in agreement, nodding.
“Really?” Tatum asked, tilting her head toward Kai with an amused expression.
“Yeah, but it’s different with Cline,” he explained, chuckling. “We’d break character because she breaks character first. With you, it’s the faces you make during scenes. Your expressions are so over-the-top—like, the most disgusted or confused looks ever. You just look so fed up all the time.”
The group burst into laughter, and even Tatum couldn’t help but grin as she nodded along.
“I think that’s because AJ is fed up,” she replied dramatically. “AJ’s been fed up for a while.”
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“JD. Every day,” Rudy said without hesitation as he swaddled a kitten in his lap. His co-stars immediately chimed in with agreement.
“Yeah, JD a lot,” Drew said, leaning back with a laugh. “But specifically JD and Tatum together.”
A chorus of “yes” and “absolutely” followed from the cast.
“It’s like they’re on the same wavelength,” Malcom added. “Tatum will say the most outrageous thing, and then JD will repeat it at the most random moment, turning it into this running inside joke for days.”
“Tatum’s also just…odd,” Pricilla said with a teasing grin, cradling the kitten in her arms. “Like, a little chaotic. If it’s not what she’s saying off-camera, it’s what she does on-camera. She’s such an atmospheric actor—she makes every scene feel like real life. So, even if her character isn’t speaking, she’ll just look at you.”
“And if her character hates yours in the moment?” Pricilla paused for emphasis. “You’ll get the nastiest glare out of nowhere. It throws me off every time!”
The group laughed as Tatum threw her hands up in mock surrender. “What can I say? I commit!”
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“Honestly, 90% of these interviews are just about keeping the kittens in the frame,” Jonathan remarked, gently scooting a few curious kittens back toward the center of the group.
Tatum held the black kitten close to her face, tilting her head to place her cheek against its soft fur. She shot the camera a playful pout before glancing over at JD, who was visibly struggling to keep the kittens from escaping.
A small smile played on her lips as she debated giving him a hand, but her attention shifted when she noticed the sleepy calico kitten nestled in his lap. Her eyes widened at the adorable sight, and she turned back to the camera, her expression soft and full of wonder.
“This is the definition of a cuteness overload,” she said, her voice tinged with a fond pout.
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“I’m trying to be as non-intimidating as possible,” Rudy announced as he laid flat on his back, a calico kitten perched on his chest. He gently rocked his hands back and forth over the kitten, watching it with a dreamy smile.
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The all-black kitten in Carlacia’s lap suddenly let out a loud screech, startling her before it slid down into a pile of purple tissue paper.
“Oh my gosh! Hello, little one!” Carlacia exclaimed, her tone full of affection as she reached down to pet it.
“Are y’all related? Do you know him?” Madison asked, holding the same black kitten Tatum had been cuddling earlier.
The kitten responded with a sharp meow, as if answering her question.
“Only on one side,” Kai joked, making the group burst into laughter.
“Same dad, different mom,” Carlacia added, glancing at Kai with a mischievous grin.
“He said, ‘We go way back,’” Madison continued, chuckling as she cradled the tiny kitten closer.
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“What’s your favorite behind-the-scenes memory from filming season 4?”
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“He’s Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.” Carlacia said as she chased after the small black kitten with her hand. The rest of them laughed at the memory while she continued.
“There’s an ad-lib that JD did in one scene, and he just came in and he goes “He’s Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!” And it was, like, the funnest thing at the time. We all alighted for, like, twenty minutes and they had to stop filming and it became a thing.”
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“Mine was this one time with Charlie.” Pricilla began, softly scratching her nails behind the ears of the grange kitten she held in her hands. Said girl looked over at her when she said her name, anticipating what she could possibly say. “I don’t mean to spoil but we had to do this once scene on the beach, and Rudy and her were in the water.” She explained. Charlie had a small smile on her face as she listened, remembering the exact story she was speaking of while Rudy looked over at Charlie as the wither woman retold the occurrence. “And I just remember looking over and she’s just jumping from the board into the water, cannonball after cannonball.” She chuckled, cashing the toner to laugh.
“You were there.” She said, looking up at Drew, who was already looking at her and he nodded. “It reminding me of that TikTok that’s like, ‘You’re only here for the zip line.’” She laughed. “And by the best time I looked over, it looked like she was trying to drown Rudy.” She finished as she glanced at Charlie. The woman had a smile on her face as she looked at her, before her eyes drifted to the man next her, catching his fond smile and soft blue eyes. Charlie grinned before looking at the kitten in her hands.
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“If you could create a playlist for your characters, what songs would be on it?”
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“I already have playlists for my character,” Malcom said, lowering his hand to gently cover a kitten before lifting it again to play with it.
“What’s on yours?” Drew asked, tilting his head curiously.
“For me, I like to capture not just the vibe of my character but also the overall tone of the show,” Malcom explained. “But for Twitch, I listen to a lot of old Tyler, The Creator, Vince Staples, Joji, and Memoboy.”
“Solid picks,” Chase nodded, humming in agreement.
“I have a lot of, like…dark stuff,” Drew said, glancing at Charlie, who was trying to tuck a kitten into the pouch of her sweater. A soft smile spread across his face as he watched her.
“For me, it’s The Cure,” Chase chimed in. “And a lot of Cage the Elephant.”
“Oh, I love them!” Charlie said, looking up from the kitten and over at Chase. “You sent me their playlist, remember?”
“Yeah,” Chase nodded.
“I know the song you like…uh, what is it?” Rudy asked, snapping his fingers in thought. He turned to Chase. “Salute the Solution?”
“Yeah, Salute the Solution,” Chase confirmed. “I actually heard it playing in Charlie’s car when she pulled up to set one day.”
“One of my favs,” Charlie said softly, smiling as she glanced at the camera. She turned to Rudy, catching him slightly off guard with her gaze. “Did you like it?” she asked, her voice light and warm.
“Yeah,” Rudy nodded, holding her stare for a moment. “I remember hearing it before—probably because you were playing it.”
Charlie nodded, a content smile on her face, before turning back to the camera. “I also listen to a lot of Stevie Nicks.”
As if on cue, she, Pricilla, and Malcom broke into song. “You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you!” they belted out in exaggerated country accents before dissolving into laughter.
“What the hell?” Drew asked, laughing along with the group.
“If Tatum were here, she’d totally get it,” Charlie said dramatically, slumping her shoulders in mock disappointment.
“I feel like my playlist is less structured than yours,” Pricilla said with a chuckle. “I’ve been listening to the Mamma Mia soundtrack for the past two seasons. Plus, Van Morrison, the Bee Gees, and Earth, Wind & Fire. None of those really fit the show’s vibe, but that’s my go-to.” She shrugged before adding, “Oh, and Adele. Lots of Adele.”
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“Shenseea,” Carlacia said confidently. “And Rihanna—Man Down.”
“Period!” Tatum and Madison exclaimed simultaneously, glancing at each other with smiles.
“I listened to a lot of The Smiths,” Kai added, placing a tabby kitten on his shoulder. “Like, a lot.” He emphasized, drawing laughs from the group. “And Laci had Malcom and I listening to Rihanna on repeat, too.”
“Yeah, Kai’s obsessed with Rihanna’s Rude Boy now,” Carlacia teased with a smirk.
“It’s true,” Kai admitted, smiling sheepishly.
“I’m glad y’all are answering questions,” Madison said, focused on a kitten in her lap. “Somebody’s gotta hold it down.”
“We can multitask,” Carlacia replied with a small smirk. She gestured to the cat in her lap. “I’ve got a nice little kitty right here.”
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“My ADHD is screaming right now,” Chase groaned, stopping mid-sentence to coo at one of the kittens crawling in front of him.
“I know,” Drew agreed, not even bothering to hide his grin.
“I thought I was better at multitasking,” Pricilla admitted, leaning slightly into Drew as she struggled to focus. “But these questions require me to think, and I have zero thoughts right now except, look at these adorable little babies.” She held up a tiny kitten for the camera to see. “Like, how am I supposed to focus with this in my lap?”
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“Pine and Ginger.” Madison answered the question. “Give It To The Water is one that you have put on Kiara’s playlist.” She said to Carlacia.
“Same.” Tatum added, placing a kitten onto JD’s shoulder. “Since the beginning, I’ve been listening to a lot of Rollings Stones and Nirvana. David Bowie. A Lot of Jimi Hendrix, little Richard and Jane Brown, I feel like those really fit the vibe of who AJ is as a character. My favorite to listen to though is Fleetwood Mac.” She explained. “You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you!” She and JD sung at the same time.
“I only know that song because of you.” The boy grinned over at her. Tatum smiled at him, pointing a finger at him. “And never forget that message.” She said. The male just shook his head with a small laugh while Madison furrowed her brows at her. “What does that even mean?” She asked with a small smile.
“Listen to the song, Maddie babe.” The girl told her friend.
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“If you could cast any famous person to guest star in Season 5, who would it be? And what character would they play?”
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“Any famous person?” Drew repeated with a sly grin, glancing at Chase. “So, not even an actor?” He asked with a small chortle. Before he could answer, the black kitten in his lap let out a sharp screech. Drew blinked and looked down at it. “Hi,” he said sheepishly, earning an even louder screech in return.
“Dude, she’s pissed at you,” Rudy called from his spot on the floor, barely containing his laughter.
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“I’ve always wanted Giancarlo Esposito to play a villain in the show,” Jonathan said, shifting slightly as the kitten perched on his elbow started climbing down his back. “I mean, he’d be perfect. If you’re watching this, Giancarlo, we’d love to have you.”
“I want Rihanna,” Carlacia chimed in confidently. “She should play Cleo’s older sister.”
“Yeah, someone get Rihanna out of retirement,” Madison added quickly before clarifying, “For acting, of course. For acting.”
Kai smiled softly as the kitten on his lap climbed onto his shoulder. “Honestly, I’d want my grandpa to guest star. He’d play…well, my grandpa. Or maybe a no-nonsense cop.”
“That’d be hilarious,” Tatum said, giggling. “Your grandpa is such a character. He’s no-nonsense but also a total joker. He’d steal every scene.”
“I’d actually love to see your grandpa on the show,” JD agreed. “He’d make a funny cop.”
“Yeah, but he’d hate playing a cop,” Carlacia interjected knowingly, glancing at Kai, who nodded in agreement.
“Fair,” Kai said with a shrug, before looking into the camera. “But still—make it happen, guys.”
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“I would like to cast this kitten,” Rudy declared dramatically, gesturing to the calico kitten curled up on his chest. “I’ve always wanted a pet.” His voice turned comically serious.
“You know you can just…get a pet,” Chase said, deadpan, as he gently stroked the kitten in his own lap.
“I meant on the show!” Rudy shot back, sitting up slightly. “Like, the Pogues should have a pet—a mascot.”
“What about French Fry and Porky?” Pricilla asked, pretending to be offended as she referenced the Kooks’ dogs on the show.
“Yeah, and Maren and Butternut Squash,” Charlie added, naming the horses they’d featured in earlier seasons.
“Oh, wow,” Rudy said, his mouth dropping open slightly as he chuckled. “I totally forgot about French Fry and Porky.”
Charlie gasped, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “If they could hear you now, they’d cry.”
“They’re more like mascots anyway,” Drew pointed out. “Compared to Maren and Squash.”
“The real mascot is the chicken in Crocs,” Malcom said casually as a kitten climbed onto his shoulder. “But JJ and Andy killed him back in Season 1.”
The room fell silent for a moment before Charlie sighed dramatically. “Let’s not bring up the past.” She said sadly.
“I’d cast Jelly Roll in Season 5,” Chase said, bringing the conversation back to the original question. Drew hummed in agreement. “Yeah. That’d be awesome.”
“Would The Rock fit?” Rudy asked, his tone serious.
“No,” Drew answered immediately. “He wouldn’t fit.”
“Too bald,” Malcom added matter-of-factly. “Also, no bad guys in Crocs allowed.”
“Yeah, and he probably wouldn’t even fit in frame,” Chase added, causing Pricilla to shake her head at the boys’ antics.
“I’d like to cast Quen Blackwell,” Pricilla said, turning to the camera with a grin. “She’s one of my friends, and she’s hilarious. She’d make the perfect bitchy Kook.”
“I’d like to cast Matthew McConaughey,” Charlie said suddenly, her voice completely serious as she focused on the kitten bouncing around in her lap. “Or Christian Bale. Whoever looks better shirtless.”
The room fell silent again as the boys exchanged looks, trying to figure out if she was joking. Pricilla chuckled, clearly amused.
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"Who’s the most like their OBX character, and who’s the least like their OBX character?"
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“Nick Cirillo, who plays Barry—he kinda just played himself,” Chase said matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Drew agreed, nodding. “He’s so much like his character.”
“The least like?” Drew echoed, thinking for a moment. Pricilla placed a gentle hand on his back as spoke up.
“I think it’s you,” She said, causing him to turn to her with a questioning look.
“Me?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as they trailed her face.
She nodded. “I think JD too,” He added, causing her to nod again before her gaze shifted away as she began scratching the kitten in Drew’s lap.
He watched her for a moment before responding. “I think you’re a lot like Grace.”
That got her attention. Pricilla looked back at him, locking eyes with his icy blue ones. “Really?” she asked, smiling softly.
“Yeah,” Drew said, his own smile mirroring hers. “You match her sweet, soft-spoken nature. But you’re also fiercely protective of the people you love.”
Pricilla’s smile grew even wider, her cheeks glowing. “Aww, thanks, Drew!” she gushed, leaning her head onto his shoulder.
Drew smiled back, resting his head gently on top of hers.
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“The least like?” Madison repeated. “Drew.”
“Yeah, he doesn’t usually choke his family,” Jonathan joked.
“To the best of my knowledge,” Tatum added, laughing. “I mean, we don’t know what happens in his free time.”
“I feel like Rudy and Tatum are the most like their characters,” Carlacia said.
“Yeah, Rudy’s a lot like JJ,” Jonathan agreed, nodding.
“And Tatum is like AJ in the sense that she’s kinda crazy,” JD teased.
Tatum whipped her head toward him, raising a brow. “In what way?”
JD smirked. “In the way that, if anyone in this cast could commit a murder, robbery, or go on an actual treasure hunt, it’d be you. You don’t give yourself enough credit, but you’re super spontaneous and adventurous.”
“Aww, thank you, JD!” Tatum exclaimed, reaching over to grab his cheeks and squish them together. JD didn’t resist, instead shooting the camera a tired look as everyone laughed.
“I agree,” Madison added. “If anyone could pull off what the Pogues do in real life, it’d be Tatum, Rudy, and Kai.”
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"If you suddenly became rich after finding treasure, what’s the first thing you’d spend your newfound wealth on?"
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“Probably get a cat,” Chase said without hesitation, keeping his focus on the kitten next to him.
“Yeah,” Drew nodded, leaning back on his hands as the kitten in his lap nuzzled against him. Pricilla, who was leaning against his shoulder, played with a kitten of her own.
“Probably a cat. Or multiple cats. Maybe with a purple backdrop,” Chase added with a straight face, causing Drew to chuckle.
“A couple of friends,” Drew joked, smirking.
“Yeah, a couple of friends,” Chase repeated, matching his energy.
“Such dad humor,” Malcom said, shaking his head as he laughed.
“They’re getting up there, Malcom. Don’t make fun of the aging men,” Pricilla chimed in, grinning.
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“Look at the cat couple over here,” Carlacia said, pointing to Tatum and JD, who were absolutely swarmed by kittens.
Jonathan was holding two kittens while entertaining two more. Tatum, with one tucked into her shoulder, patted the kittens in her lap as another batted at her red boots.
“I’m pissed,” Madison said sarcastically, making everyone laugh.
“What do you have, like, catnip in your pockets?” she asked, reaching over to pretend to check JD’s coat.
“He probably does,” Carlacia teased.
“I actually rubbed myself down with it this morning,” Tatum joked. “This was all part of my plan. JD just got caught in the crossfire of my scheming.”
“This is exactly what we mean when we say you’re a little bit crazy,” Kai added, chuckling,, causing Tatum to gape at him.
“I was obviously joking, Kai.” She whined.
“This is such a scam,” Madison muttered, laughing along with the rest.
“I’d build a bat cave,” JD stated seriously, not caring for the other commentary as he answered the question looking straight into the camera. “I’ve said this before. If I was that rich, I’d fight crime.”
“I’d be your Joker,” Tatum said without missing a beat. “That way, you’d always have a villain to fight and stay employed. I’d make sure to do the craziest things.”
JD smiled at her, his eyes softening. “Are you guys seeing it now? The craziness? Are you getting it?” he asked, pointing to the camera.
Tatum gaped at him dramatically. “I’m doing this for you, JD. So you can achieve your ultimate dream,” she said with mock indignation. “I need to go somewhere my creative ideas are appreciated.”
“They’re appreciated here, TT,” JD said softly, making her smile.
“I was dead serious by the way. If you become a hero, I become the villain.”
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“I’d open an Outer Banks-themed treasure hunt amusement park,” Malcom said, shrugging. “No, I will not expand further,” he added, cutting off the group’s laughter before they could even ask.
“I’d build a garden back home,” Charlie said. “We already have a garden, but I mean, like, a full farm with animals and fruit. I want bears, deer, moose—”
“You’d have to go to Alaska for that,” Drew interrupted with a chuckle. “I don’t think they sell those in Hawaii.”
“I know! That’s why I want them.” Charlie slightly grinned, stealing a quick glance at the Alaskan actor. “I’d love to, but I’m not used to the cold. I am from an island, after all,” She said with a teasing smile.
Rudy looked down, a faint smile tugging at his lips before he quickly erased it.
“I’d produce, direct, and film my own movies or shows,” Pricilla added with a casual shrug.
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“What’s your most useless talent?”
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“Making a fart noice with my mouth.” Chase answered. “Well, Rudy, that’s yours probably.” He nodded over at him. Rudy, who was laid all the way out, his head on the floor, let off a few fart sounds. Charlie covered her mouth as she tried to hold in her laugh at such an immature gesture. Pricilla looked over at her, pointing her way. “She laughs at everything.” She told the camera.
“That’s actually how Rudy and I find each other on set.” Chase said, causing Rudy to laugh. “It’s true.”
“And I’m not lying, yeah. It’s like one little…it’s our bird call.” He continued to explain.
“Is that loud enough?” Drew asked, genuinely curious.
“It can get loud.” Rudy said.
“Mine would probably be the amount of times I can dye my hair without it getting damaged.” Malcom said. “I also can do many patterns on it, as well.” He said. “So useless, bit, I like that I can do it.”
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“I got, like, a bunch of useless knowledge in my brain.” Jonathan said. “A bunch of facts that, like, don’t matter. Will never come up in conversation unless I’m taking to Tatum.” He gestured over at her, the girl smiling at the camera at the mention of her name. “I know a bunch of, like, voice actors who worked on this animated movie years ago. I’ll just know that and I’m like, ‘That doesn’t help me.’”
“Unless it’s trivia night.” Tatum added.
“I wish I made space for, like, important stuff. Like, how to do my own taxes.” He chortled.
“I’m sort of the same.” Tatiana began. “But mine isn’t more so random facts, I just know a lot of biology and history. My two favorite subjects growing up, and I minored in Biology in college, so I just know a lot of facts about either. And I love talking about them.” She said before a grin made its way into her face as she leaned in some. “And let me tell you this, guys love it when you nerd out on subject’s like that.” She winked. JD glanced over at her, a not so amused look in his eye. Tatum looked at him, a small grin on her face. “What?” She asked softly. JD just nodded at her, a small smirk on his face. Tatum looked away from him.
“Non of my talents are useless.” Kai said. “I’m a jack of all trades.” He shrugged.
“Mines is escape rooms.” Madison said. “Really good at escaping rooms.”
“Yeah, we crush an escape room.” Tatum nodded.
“That’s not useless.” Kai said. “What’s happens if we need to, like, get out of a room?” He questioned, casing Madison to grin. “You’re there and we’re good.”
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“What’s one storyline from Season4: Part 1 that shocked you to your core after reading the script.”
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“One I can’t talk about.” Chase said.
“Same.” Charlie said softly, looking down.
“Dad.” Rudy stated.
“Dad.” Drew nodded. “Yeah, that one.” He said. “That’s one shocked me to my core.”
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“What’s something that shocked you from part one bro?” Jonathan asked the black cat in Tatum’s lap. “Yeah, answer the question please.” Madison added. Tatum watched them both pause as they waisted on an answer they’ll never get.
“Yeah.” Jonathan begun. “That Terrance thing. Terrance dying.” He nodded as he leaned over, placing the cat on his shoulder, causing the creature to crawl onto his back.
“I mean, I obviously never expected them to put, knowingly put, the not strongest swimmer very far underwater with some of the best swimmers we have.” Madison said as she gestured to Kai. “The scuba diving was very shocking.”
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“Who in your contacts would answer immediately if you FaceTimed them right now?”
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“Madison.” Tatum said, causing the girl next to her to laugh. “Madison, JD and Pricilla answer all my calls.” The girl continued. “I can’t name one time I called and they didn’t answer. Especially Pricilla—she will answer the phone in the middle of a doctor’s appointment.”
“Yeah, we are for sure the answerers of the phone.” Madison said as she gestured between her and JD.
“Okay, well, let’s narrow it down to famous people.” Jonathan said as he looked over at all of them. “What famous friends do you have in your phone that would answer right now?” He asked. They all made a face of thought.
“Well, that’s the thing, famous people don’t answer the phone.” Madison whined, causing them to laugh.
“They don’t.” JD said. “That’s why I would say Bijon but I think they’re practicing.” He said.
“Probably Toni.” Madison answered. “Toni Gentry.” She said. “She’d answer if I called right now.”
“As crazy as it sounds, mine would probably be John Cena.” Kai chuckled, causing them to all laugh. “From all the people I’ve worked with, I think he’s the most famous and he would definitely pick up the phone. Maybe even give me some advice.” He nodded.
“That’s so cool.” Tatum said with a grin. “That’s sick. Uhh, for me, out of all the people I’ve gotten to know working on different projects, I would say either Ayo Edebiri or, shockingly enough, Ke Huy Quan.” She said.
“That is an insane pair.” Kai laughed.
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“Not Drew.” Chase said as he looked over at him. “Cause you’re busy.”
“Yeah, I’ve been getting better though.” The blonde said. “But, uh, right now? Pricilla definitely.” He stated. “You probably.” He told Chase. “You’re pretty immediate.”
“Yeah, I try to be.”
“Well I’ll say definitely not Drew.” Pricilla stated, cradling the ginger cat in her arms like a baby. Drew looked over at her, shocked. “What?” He asked, causing the girl to look at him. “How could you say that?”
“I mean, you just agreed with Chase.” She said. “Plus, if I weren’t on set with you, I’d never hear from you Starkey.”
“Now, that is not true.” He told her. “You know that’s not true. I answer your calls.” He said firmly. Charlie furrowed her brows as she looked between them before shooting a quick glance at the camera and then down at the animals in her arms.
“Yes it is, Drew. I send you funny videos all the time and you never respond.” She said, a small pout forming on her lips as she looked at him. “I respond to them when I can. But I answer your calls, you can’t say never. Maybe not all the time, but not never.” He said, pointing a finger at her. “I’m a busy guy, I have to answer when I can.” He shrugged.
“I answer whenever.” Pricilla said, giving him a sassy look before looking away from him. Drew chortled as he tongued his cheek, a smirk on his face as he looked at the back of her head. “Okay, I’ll do better.” He said, still leaning back in his hands as he waited her fork from the back. “I’ll answer even if I’m on the toilet.” The rest of the group laughed while Pricilla just nodded. “Good.” She said, not sparing a glance his way even though she could feel his eyes on the exposed skin of her shoulders.
“I would call by dear friend Sophie Wilde and make fun of her accent.” Pricilla stated. They nodded at that, the premise seeming pretty sound to them.
“Mine would be Glenn Powell.” Malcom said, aging nods form the rest of them. “He’s pretty good with answering the phone. I mainly just call to talk to his dog nowadays though.” He shrugged.
“That so real.” Charlie said. “Mine is kind of out of the blue but I’d call Billie Eillish.” She said, gaining confused and perplexed looks from the rest of the cast. “And I say that because she’s the only other famous person I know outside of the cast and I met her thought some friends of mine.” She said.
“When was this and where was I?” Pricilla asked.
“Rolling Loud.” She said. “We snuck into the pit for the Lana Del Rey she was near us.”
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What’s your biggest ick?
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“If you don’t have a sense of humor,” Jonathan said. “Like, a dry one? It’s not an ick exactly, but if I’m making a joke and you don’t laugh, it’s awkward. And if I have to explain it? No thanks.”
“That’s kind of like mine,” Kai added bluntly. “But just…stupid people.” The group burst into laughter. “I cannot be with someone who dumber than me and I don’t care how rude or vain I sound. We have to be able to have conversations about everything, even if we just learned the subject. We could be taking about the, fucking, lifespan of a jellyfish, you better keep up.”
“Strict rules over here,” Madison joked, pretending to nervously scratch her neck.
“Yeah,” Kai nodded, staring directly at the camera. “Strict.”
“Mine is classist people,” Tatum said. “Elitists. I hate that. Coming from a self-proclaimed bougie bitch, it’s the worst. Especially in this industry—it’s everywhere. The best way to deal with them? Ignore them. They hate it when you don’t give them a reaction.”
Madison snapped her fingers. “Okay, Professor!” she teased, making everyone laugh.
“But a real ick?” Tatum continued. “Dirty fingernails. Or seeing a guy’s butt crack when he’s getting out of the car.”
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“Food in the teeth, maybe?” Rudy suggested, softly petting a kitten in his lap. “Oh, or if you don’t like animals.”
“Yeah, that’s a huge ick,” Drew agreed. “If you don’t like animals, get outta here.”
“Mine is people being rude to service workers,” Drew added.
Pricilla nodded. “Mine would be people not understanding my interests and making me feel bad for them.” Pricilla began. “Or I would say people who don’t care to entertain my interests but want a deeper relationship with me, if that makes any sense.” She said softly, looking over at her friends.
“It does.” Drew reassured while Charlie nodded. “Okay, yeah.” Pricilla nodded. “Because I’m a big movie person but really in the technical sense, such as camera work and coming and if I can’t talk a bit it with you, I don’t think we should be speaking.” She said.
“I get that,” Charlie said, balancing a kitten on her head. “I’m a farm girl. I do messy work, and I hate when people make me feel bad about it. Like, as if what I do is gross or boring. Like, it can be sometimes but that doesn’t mean I am, you know?”
“I’d say unhygienic people,” Malcolm chimed in. “I’m a germaphobe, so the idea of someone dirty touching me, is enough to make me vomit.”
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If you could guest star in any series—currently airing or not, which would it be?
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“I’m digging The Rings of Power, right now,” Drew said, him and the other guys lounging on the backdrop while the sat up anplayed with kittens. “It’d be cool to hang out in Middle Earth for a day.”
“Ooh, that’s a good one!” Charlie exclaimed. “Mine would be It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Or How I Met Your Mother.” Rudy hummed, looking at her. “Those are nice.” He said, having a quickly glance at the girl.
“House of the Dragon,” Pricilla said with a sly smile at the camera. “I love that universe and I love Baela and Rhaena Targaryen..”
��I was going to say that too,” Malcolm laughed, a kitten climbing onto his chest. “I already have the white hair—I could totally be a Velaryon!”
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“White Lotus,” Madison said with a knowing grin at Tatum, who tried to hide her smile.
“Oh my gosh, yes! Absolutely White Lotus,” Carlacia agreed, then teased the audience. “Stay tuned.” The group laughed, knowing Tatum was set to appear in the next season. “Black Mirror,” She continued to list before all the attention went to the cat the dropped into the purple floor from JD’s hands.
“Uh, Atlanta.” He answered casually, not giving the kitten a second thought. “I’d want to be in Atlanta.”
“Jonathan Davis!” Madison said, placing her hands on her forehead in distress.
“I didn’t do it; he jumped,” JD defended himself.
“Mr. & Mrs. Smith,” Carlacia continued as JD, Madison, and Tatum watched the kitten dart back and forth.
“He’s just like me for real.” Tatum sighed.
“Insecure,” Kai added. Carlacia gave him a look.
“What? It’s hilarious,” he said with a laugh. Laci nodded, smirking at him. “I know that’s right.”
“Abbott Elementary,” Tatum said, earning hums of agreement from the group.
“Wait,” Kai said, leaning closer. “Weren’t you already in that?”
Tatum nodded. “Yeah, I played a student teacher-slash-substitute in season one, but I want to be a series regular.”
“Damn, girl, you get around,” Madison teased as the group chuckled.
“What can I say? I don’t stay in one place long. Gotta pay the bills somehow!” Tatum quipped with a smirk.
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What’s was your favorite stunt for film this season?
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The Enduro,” Chase stated.
“Yeah, the Enduro race—everything with the dirt bikes,” Drew clarified.
“Besides the running-from-bad-guys and the effects-heavy scenes, the only girl who gets a lot of stunts this season is Tatum,” Pricilla said. “And Charlie with the surfing scenes—those were all her. She shreds huge waves, but they didn’t focus on that much this season.” She laughed. “Honestly, my character doesn’t do much anyways.”
“Oh, I did have the scuba scene this season,” Charlie said with a grin. ““With Kai, Madison and Rudy.” She said, the words foreign on her tongue using them in this setting. “That was kind of crazy. It’s wasn’t anything I haven’t die before but it’s been a long while.” She explained, making sure to keep her eyes away from blue eyed blonde away from her. “AJ is the one doing the crazy shit this season.”
“Yeah, Tatum went wild this season,” Malcolm added. “But my favorite stunt was the dirt bike scene when Cleo called Twitch. I could’ve had a stunt double, but that was one of my only big action moment this season, so I wanted to go all in.”
“Same here,” Rudy said. “My favorite stunt was the Enduro. We shit that over a week and all the stunt guys were amazing and the extras were even just as amazing.” Rudy explained as he rubbed his finger against the head of the napping calico on his chest. Drew pointed at the small animal as he stated laughing. “Bro, this guy is cracking me up,” He laughed, turning everyone's attention to the relaxed feline.
“Leave Rosen Cranz alone!” Rudy protested.
“Dude hasn’t moved an inch,” Drew chuckled. “Looks like he’s been through a lot today.”
“We have the same hair,” Rudy said. Charlie laughed, looking between the cat and his own messy hair. “I need a picture of this,” She said, but then realized she didn’t have her phone on her.
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“Scuba for me,” Madison said, while JD tried to stop the fighting kittens in his hands. “Hey hey. Knock it off.” He told them firmly. “Knot it off. Stop. I’m not playing with yall anymore.”
“It was much for fun in a pool where we filmed it than or acting in the ocean, which was very scary.” Madison stated before her attention darted to the male next to her who was writing the kittens. “And guess who it is. Look who it is.” Madison said, pointing at the Tabby cat. “He’s an instigator.” Tatum said disappointedly. “Just like me, for real.” Carlacia stopped what she was about to say to let out a small chuckle.
“Boating,” Laci said, looking into the camera. “I learned how to boat this year.” She looked around at the group. Kai was about to speak when everyone stopped and stared at JD’s kitten, which had just hit the floor again.
“What do you keep doing that for?” Laci asked desperately, while Tatum shook her head. “Someone call PETA,” she sighed, throwing her hands up.
Kai laughed, hiding his face in his hands. Tatum joined him in laughter. “My favorite stunt… I don’t think I can talk about it yet,” She said. “But AJ really handles business this season. She shows the Pouges and Rafe that she’s not to be messed with.” She smirked at the camera. “I love fight scenes.”
“You liked those better than the dirt bike scenes? The Enduro?” JD asked, looking back at her.
Tatum thought for a moment. “Hmm... I think so.” She nodded. “The Enduro was good. I liked at AJ was the only girl out there. And I liked that we’re seeing more of her dark side and how the weight of her mother’s lie is still on her shoulder’s and how it’s affecting her. The Enduro scene was more than a stunt to me, it was more of a look into AJ’s, new psyche, if you will.” She explained. “The other scene was pure adrenaline, though.”
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Who was your celebrity crush growing up?
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“Halle Berry,” Chase said.
“Yeah,” Drew nodded, along with Malcolm.
“Nia Long, Lisa Bonet, Aaliyah, Cameron Diaz in The Mask,” Malcolm listed. “Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman—is that the name of that the move?…” Be questioned himself at the end.
“Robin Williams,” Rudy said, looking into the camera. “I love you, Robin,” he added with a chuckle. “Had a huge crush on him.”
“Mine was Anakin Skywalker,” Pricilla said. “I’m still in love with Hayden Christensen.” She smiled sweetly.
“Mine was the nerd from The Breakfast Club,” Charlie said. “The cute blonde with the braces. He was also in Sixteen Candles and Weird Science—I loved him in Weird Science. Such a cute but hot geek.” She gushed. “Also, SodaPop Curtis from The Outsiders.”
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“Maybe Halle Berry?” JD said, glancing between them. “No, I mean definitely Halle Berry.”
“Oh, 100% Halle Berry,” Kai agreed. “Catwoman, The Flintstones, and Storm.”
“Some of mine were Salma Hayek, Angela Bassett, Lucy Liu, Devon Aoki, Jessica Alba—especially in Honey—and Kerry Washington,” He added.
Tatum nodded. “A cultured man. Exquisite taste, my friend,” she said, causing Kai to smile.
“Zach and Cody?” Madison asked uncertainly.
“Zach and Cody? That’s crazy,” Kai laughed.
“Right? Zach and Cody?” JD said, amused.
“Not you wanting both of them now.” Tatum teased, causing girls cackled. “I ain’t mad at you, though. I get it.”
“The Cheetah Girls?” JD suggested. “Celebrity crush, all of them.”
Tatum jerked her head back. “Uh-oh, not you too,” she said, chuckling. “I wanted to be them so bad, though.” She groaned.
“I wanted to be them and with them, and I had no idea,” Madison added with a laugh.
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“JD, has two on the lap, one in the chamber.” Tatum said as she gestured to the kittens roaming the boys body. “He’s got one hiding bending his coat.” She cooed, moving the boys jacket as she peeked in to look at the rest kitten.
“I’m just busting like that.” He bragged, causing Tatum to groan. “Oh brother.” She sighed, causing them all to groan.
“Stop being a hater, Tee.”
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“If you want to adopt any of these adorable and lovely kittens, you can go over to FriendsofNorman!” Pricilla said as she held two kitten in each hand.
“You guys better hurry and get there before I do.” Charlie said as she cradled the ginger kitten to her face. “Because this one is coming home with me. And maybe the black one and the calico.” She said before kissing the top of the orange cats head.
Pricilla gasped. “OMG, you’re adopting him?” She gushed while Charlie nodded.
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“Thanks, Buzzfeed!” Tatum said sweetly as she waved at the camera. She then picked up the black kitten from her lap and made it wave its tiny paw. “Thanks, Buzzfeed!” She said again with a large smile. She sighed before placing the kitten back down. “Should I adopt a kitten guys?” She asked them, but her eyes went to JD.
“No.” He told her. Tatum smacked her lips before letting out a sad sigh. “I’m convincing someone to adopt all of these kitten.” She mumbled to herself. “Y’all ain’t seen crazy yet, watch me.” She said.
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Hi! Okay, damn, sorry, i tried to chill out and not request again so quickly 😅 but I've been constantly thinking about your writing, and I've read all your Alastor one shots like 10 times each...
I'm especially hung up on the ending of More than Words, I did not expect you to end it in such a sweet way and honestly I'd love to see a follow up to that, basically a part two :)
Plot wise I was thinking:
It's been a few weeks since the two of you fell asleep on the couch and Charlie is getting impatient since nothing else happened between Alastor and reader but she can see the way the two looks at each other when they think no one is watching. So, Charlie being Charlie, makes up a plan to set you two up. She also involves everyone at the hotel and some people outside (Rosie) - she makes it so whenever there's some activity, you two are always paired up, or Rosie invites you both for dinner but five minutes into it she leaves saying she forget about something important. And you notice what she's trying to do and while you do appreciate it, you also see that Alastor feels anxious and pressured (you see that but not the fact he's growing feeling for you), so you decide to talk with her. And Alastor hears everything? And we get another amazing sweet emotional ending? 👀🥰
Last thing last - please do not feel pressured to write it or anything, i just wanted to share this with you cause it's been on my mind 😅❤️
You ask - the fluff fairy delivers! 🧚✨ I loved More than words, so I was super happy and excited to write a continuation - and it's as fluffy and wholesome as can be! :> Thank you, Anon, for the suggestion and your beautiful, kind words!!!
❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️
Louder than Words
"...and with Niffty choosing Husk, that leaves you two."
Charlie clapped her hands together with a gleeful smile, eyes darting between an annoyed looking Alastor and an annoyed looking you.
"Yes. That leaves us.", you sigh.
"Again.", Alastor adds, the smile on his lips twitching.
"Oh come on, guys, don't be such spoilsports. Look at how much fun this is!" she gestured to a blindfolded and beaten up Vaggie, cursing at Angel in Spanish who howled with laughter as he pushed her through Charlies makeshift obstacle course with much too much carelessness.
"Well I'll be damned. Ange actually managed to get her to to run into the same desk twice without gettin' punched.", Husk said in amused bewilderment, just as a loud "OUCH, ey, stop it Vagina!" was heard. Niffty giggled, blindfolding herself and taking Husks paw. The cat groaned but started to lead her - or more she dragged him - through the course, constantly (almost purposely) hitting something in her way.
You and Alastor looked at each other.
"Well, I guess you don't feel like going through a minefield of office furniture.", you shrugged, and took the last blindfold from Charlies hands, ignoring her excited squeal as you put it on. "Don't let me run into the coffee table, my shins still hurt from last weeks bonding exercise..."
Alastor let out an exasperated sigh. "Very well, then."
This was getting out of hand. As you felt Alastor's hand on your back, pushing you into the blindness forward, you thought about the last few bonding and trust exercises and how blatantly obvious Charlie was in her determination to get you and Alastor together.
At first you didn't mind, since she didn't make you do anything that wasn't bearable. On one activity, you had to tell your partner what you appreciated about them, that had been easy. Before Alastor could turn to Niffty, who stood next to him, she had almost hauled herself away, insisting on Angel as her partner, and Angel - next to you - nodded with unfitting eagerness. Alastor told you about how good you were at listening and giving good advice, and you had told him you loved the way he spoke - the accent, his way of choosing words and the melodic voice he had, and that you liked his laugh. Easy.
On another activity, Charlie made everyone pair up (of course, you were Alastor's partner, and this time you were sure the sticks you drew were marked by Charlie and Husk by the way they had shared mischievous looks) and hug their partner for five minutes. That had been less fun. You were much too aware how averse Alastor was to physical touch, and although he could've had it worse with Angel or Vaggie, you still felt bad when you saw the look on his face as Charlie set the timer. "We don't have to, Al. I can just sit this one out.", you had told him, but with a pained smile, he wrapped his arms around you stiffly, holding you in an awkward embrace. "It's alright dear, just... stay still, would you?" It had been a weird, uncomfortable silence, those five minutes. You avoided any touch yourself and did not dare to look him in the eyes, so to not make it any more weird for him.
It had taken you a long time to understand that the radio demon was, in it's essence, just another former human being turned sinner. A man with a lot of traumas and issues, who had died and gone to hell. Not a good person by heavenly standards... by most standards really, being an overlord and cannibal and all, but in hell that didn't really mean anything, you were all there for a reason. It certainly meant nothing to you. With a lot of work from your end, he had learned to trust you, and in return he let you get to know him, step by step.
But all these efforts could go down the drain at this infuriating persistence of everyone around you to force something that shouldn't be forced. Alastor was already uncomfortable at being touched, already hesitant to share things from his past, or his feelings, already on the fence of showing genuine kindness and trust. The last thing you wanted was to lose all the progress you've made with him.
The feeling of his arms around you had burned itself into your memory, and the scent of him had stuck to your skin for a long time. You weren't stupid, it had been a long time coming, this goddamn crush on him, this fluttering feeling one gets when getting too close to another. You had fallen for him a long time ago, and you could argue with reason all you wanted - it didn't change the fact you liked Alastor more than just a friend. BUT - and this but was important - he never had shown any interest in relationships, romance, love or anything. And that was fine. You were content to have him in your life, and if that was as 'just' trusted friends, you would still take it in a heartbeat.
"Watch out, darling, armchair to your left." Alastor's voice, right next to your ear, made you flinch. "Careful now, the carpet is starting to change into hardwood.", he warned and you nodded, taking careful steps. You had no idea where you were in the foyer, or if you were nearing the door or the stairs. "Are we anywhere close to the finish line?", you asked him and you heard his quiet chuckle.
"Oh no, we still have quite a way to go. Don't worry, my dear, I'll make sure you're not going to run into the remains of the cupboard Niffty just destroyed." His hand on your waist, guiding you, made you swallow nervously.
That gesture reminded you of another instance of your friends overreaching insistence - your visit at Rosie's last week. Rosie, your long-time friend, had invited you and Alastor for a dinner party. She had sent a message through Charlie (which should have been your first clue that something was not right), but both of you had decided to go, because who were you to deny her hospitality? You had been surprised to find her emporium so... empty, when you entered. No servants, no other guests, no one. Only you, Alastor and Rosie, sitting in her lounge chatting about the newest gossip of hellish politics before she served a whole feast of venison, various vegetables and side dishes, all of which had looked exquisite and overly fancy.
She had left almost as soon as you and Alastor sat down, saying she forgot to pick up something important from across the colony, and to not wait on her while she rushed out of the room with a glistening smile. You had watched her suspiciously, knowing she was up to something. It didn't take a genius to realize she was trying to set you two up, and Alastor seemed to have understood the same, because of the way he pinched the bridge of his nose, visibly uncomfortable and tense the whole evening. It had been a somewhat awkward affair, the two of you eating and desperately chatting, unwilling to waste the food. But you couldn't even get a proper bite down your throat with how much your stomach was twisting.
When Rosie returned, she found you sitting on the sofa, drinking tea, while Alastor was absent.
"Did something happen?", she had asked you with a pinch of impish curiosity, and you had replied "No. Nothing." in a dry tone. She had sat down next to you, asking how dinner had been, and if the two of you enjoyed yourselves. "Oh yes, it was lovely, although your seat empty surely was a little damper on the fun." you had answered, giving her a fake smile. You never saw her that abashed before. When Alastor returned to bring you back to the hotel, the walk had been... silent. Awkward, as you hung on his arm he had presented you, with him unable to look you in the eyes and you not wanting to press him into more talking. When you had arrived home, he guided you through the double doors, his hand on your waist, before quickly saying good night and melting into his shadows to rush away into his room, leaving you alone in the dark foyer.
It was like you were standing on glass, always having an eye out to make sure others wouldn't push too hard and break the thin ice you walked on, with a dangerous fondness deep beneath the surface, too fragile to poke.
"...listening, Darling?"
"Huh? What?"
You felt the blindfold being removed from your eyes, the sudden light blinding you.
"You look a little flushed my dear." you blinked your eyes, only to see Alastor stand directly in front of you, just barely out of arms reach, staring you in the face with a scrutinizing expression. "The exercise is over, we made it through the course without a scratch, I hope I didn't cause you any discomfort."
It took a moment for you to realize that you stood at the edge of the maze of furniture, but what really knocked you off your balance was the way Alastor's head was tilted slightly to one side, his crimson eyes almost boring through you, staring deep into your soul, as if he was looking for you, truly seeing you, and how he reached out a sharp tipped hand towards you with the look of worry on his face. You took a step back, laughing nervously and raking a hand through your hair.
"All good, Al. I'm just glad there's no imprint of my face on any of the cupboards." You saw him jerk his hand back with a pained smile. "Splendid.", he laughed, the edges of it trembling. He looked everywhere but at you, "Shall we join the others, then?"
You followed him to one of the sofas and let yourself fall on the plush cushions next to him. You watched his ears twitch as Angel hollered a jubilant cheer of Vaggie's name, who finally reached the end of the course, the blood on her shins almost dried. Husk patted a panting Niffty on the back with a fond look, while Charlie cheered as Angel bowed for her with a big grin.
"Told 'ya the spicy taco and I could make it out alive and in one piece, Charls!"
Vaggie gave Angel a deathly glance, then sighed. "It's high time for lunch, hon. All the blood loss made me hungry..."
The group collectively agreed and headed towards the kitchen, talking and laughing loudly with each other. You couldn't help but give Alastor, who kept his gaze anywhere else than to you, a look, furrowing your brow. This had to stop, now.
"Charlie, do.... do you have a minute?"
The princess stopped to look at you, her smile disappearing and her eyes widening as she saw the stern expression on your face.
"Uh- Yeah, sure.", she shot Vaggie a look, as if begging for her help, but you just grabbed her hand and pulled her away into a nearby corridor while the others snickered and headed off, telling them to take their time. Charlie gave you a nervous glance, and the pitiful face of guilt only worsened your mood.
"Charlie, I know you mean well, but you have to stop."
"Listen, I didn't mean any harm..." Her face was full of pitiful remorse. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.
"I'm aware of that, Charlie, but you are making Al uncomfortable."
"I'm sorry, really, that's not my intention! I just Thought you two need a little push in the right..."
"This whole... THIS might end our friendship all together and I don't want to take that risk! You're even getting the others involved. For fuck's sake, even Rosie is in on it. Al doesn't want this - us, relationship-thing, WHATEVER, and it is not okay for you to press us!"
Her eyebrows shot up. "But you want it."
"What?", you said, irritated.
"You're only talking about him, and his feelings. But what I'm hearing is, that you... you like him, right? You'd say yes to..."
Tears of frustration shot into your eyes. Why didn't Charlie get it? "That doesn't matter. It's not something only one can decide, you should know that. He doesn't feel the same, and that's fine. He doesn't want to be with me, and that's fine. I can accept that. What I can't accept is the way you're hellbent on forcing a relationship on us. He is happy the way we are, and I don't want you and the others to mess that up."
You turn away from her, angry and hurt. "I just... want him to be happy. To have his boundaries respected."
"I... I'm sorry...", Charlie started, but you already walked off.
You were angry. Angry at Charlie, angry at everyone, angry at yourself. Almost at your doorstep, a hand on your shoulder stopped you.
"Dearest? I'd like to talk, if that's alright with you."
It was Alastor. Of course it was Alastor.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, a feeling of dread and guilt washing over you, as if he had overheard the entire conversation, and you slowly turned around, swallowing. He didn't seem upset, but his face was calm and serious, not the usual cheerful smile on his lips.
"Of course."
He held the door to your own room open for you, closing it behind him after you entered.
"Take a seat, Darling, if you would."
You sat down, hands in your lap, avoiding his gaze, looking at your carpet with feigned interest. Your heart was hammering against your ribs, a painful stinging sensation in your stomach.
"Darling, would you look at me, please."
With a heavy sigh, you obliged, looking up.
"Al, listen, I'm sorry...", you started, but were interrupted by the radio demon's hand, raising up.
"Please. Let me talk, would you, my dear."
You closed your mouth, and he nodded, a gentle smile on his lips.
"I know I'm a... difficult man. And I am not exactly the best in understanding the feelings of others. I also know that the princess and - under her meticulous orchestration - our fellow residents, are quite adamant in their endeavor to try and push us together."
You swallowed, hard. The way he looked at you made your stomach drop.
"Al, listen, it's alright, I've talked to Charlie and I'll tell the others to stop..."
"Darling, would you PLEASE shut up for a minute?"
The room was suddenly silent. He rarely talked like that to you.
"As I was saying..." He sighed, and you couldn't help but think he was utterly frustrated. You felt horrible. "I don't appreciate it when people assume what I want or don't want."
"Neither do I.", you mumbled, and he let out a laugh.
"That is precisely my point, Darling." Alastor took a few steps towards you, his cane twirling in his hands before he poofed it out of existence. "And as such, I've been pondering for a while how to proceed. The way the others keep pestering us, I thought it's better to clear things up between us."
Your heart sank. So he did overhear your conversation with Charlie, after all. You couldn't blame him. You would've done the same.
"Alastor, I understand..."
"Do you now?", he asked, tilting his head to one side, an incredulous smirk playing on his lips. Lips that were suddenly awfully close to your own. When did he get so close? Why did he get so close?!
Everything slowed down - his arm snaked around your waist, his hand came up to your neck, a thumb caressing the little dip of the bottom of your jaw. Your trembling hands came to rest on his chest, and you felt his heartbeat hammering underneath the fabric of his jacket. His eyes, those beautiful crimson eyes, were fixed on yours, and your breath came out in a shaky sigh before his lips closed over yours, kissing you so softly and sweetly you could barely comprehend what was happening. Your fingers gripped the lapels of his jacket, holding on for dear life, and as he deepened the kiss, you gasped, your whole body tensing, melting, yearning.
It felt like a dream, an out of body experience, and for a short, panicked moment, you felt the cold, hard grip of fear around your heart. What if it was just a dream, and when you wake up, everything is back to the way it was before? What if he would pull away any moment, and apologize, saying he made a mistake?
But the fear disappeared almost immediately, when Alastor hummed contently, and pulled you even closer to him.
You could feel the warmth of his body, the way his hand on your neck got tangled in your hair, how his breath was mingling with yours, and the scent of him filled your nose. The faint smell of spices, old books, wood and something like burnt amber, a scent you would never get enough of.
"Now tell me, dearest, if you understood.", he murmured against your lips, the grin audible in his voice.
"I... might need a little more explanation."
You could almost hear him roll his eyes as he leaned in to kiss you again, and his laughter against your lips made your heart skip more than just one beat. The sound of wood cracking and a loud rumble snapped both of your heads towards your door.
In a pile of heads and limbs, five bodies fell through the splintered wood of your door frame, groaning in pain, the remains of the door still swinging in its hinges.
Alastor looked at the pile of eavesdroppers, a wide, dangerous grin on his face.
"Dear me, what an entrance. I wonder, did the door offend you, or was that the result of a lack of proper manners?"
Angel, being the first to poke his head out of the groaning mess of sinners, pointed at you with one of his arms, the others fisted the air in victory.
"A-HA! WE FUCKING DID IT, fuck yeah!"
Niffty, the next one to crawl out of the pile, nodded eagerly.
"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!", she chanted, jumping up and down excitedly on a groaning Husk's back.
Charlie's face came into view, a guilty look on her face as she untangled the others in a hurry, shoving them out of the door.
"Uh, so, sorry, the door was kinda in the way. Didn't want to interrupt anything, sooo, We're just gonna... get back to cooking."
With her tail between her legs, the flustered princess and her entourage vanished faster than the speed of light, leaving you and Alastor alone with your heart pounding fast, your hands still clutching the front of the overlords jacket, and his arms around your waist in a protective embrace, your breaths mingling.
"Would it bother you terribly if I killed them?", Alastor growled low in his throat, his smile widening.
You just couldn't stop grinning. "As tempting as that is... I rather you don't. For now, that is. Ask me again when they are finished cooking."
He returned your smile. "Fair enough, dear."
He closed the gap between you and his lips meet yours halfway in a soft, and most certainly not-enough-to-last-a-lifetime kind of kiss. You thought you could get used to this.
"I'm sure they can handle lunch by themselves, don't you think?", he hummed into your ear. You didn't trust your voice to reply, and simply nodded.
"Wonderful."
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jyoongim · 8 months ago
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hihihihihihi!!!!! omg i LOVEEEE your writing and i was wondering if i could req alastor x reader reader is alastors s/o and like after a long stressful day of work at the hotel they get at it yk...and one of the hotel staff walk in on them..HEAVEN FORBID IT BE CHARLIE..
if you dont want to do this one or it makes you uncomfy pls ignore this! rest up,stay hydrated,eat and sleep!
I LOVE YOUR WORKK
Hehehehe any witness to these two better pretend they saw nothing! Never mix business and pleasure guys!!!!
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The hotel had been pretty busy all day.
You and Alastor had been running around like chickens with how busy it was.
Charlie had wanted to revamp the redemption program.
So that meant the two of you were swamped with how to make these things successful.
The two of you were in your shared office and it was quiet.
The two of you had been sparing looks every now and then at each other.
You had finished most of your paperwork and made your way over to Alastor’s desk. You looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing. His ears twitched to make him aware of your presence.
You placed your hands on his broad shoulders, already finding tension “Why don’t we take a little break hmm? Youre gonna be stiff slouched over like this” your sweet voice said as you pressed your fingertips into his shoulders.
Alastor sighed, setting the paper, sitting back and letting you work your magic. You smiled as he relaxed and moved around the chair to settle in his lap, the sound of static hummed through the room as he melted into you.
You peppered his face in kisses as you grind your clothed pussy against him. 
The stress of the day and being in close proximity with your man really had been doing a number on you.
You latched onto his lips, moaning softly as your clit caught against his hardened crotch.
You blinked when you felt the hard wood of the desk under your ass. Alastor looked at you with lidded eyes as he stood between your thighs and tapped his claws along your stockings, ripping little holes in them.
“How am I suppose to get any work done with you my dear” he asked rhetorically as he slipped his hand under your skirt and slid your damp panties to the side, claws teasing your sticky folds.
You gasped as a single digit sunk into your heat, quickly adding a second as your slick coated his hand.
He slotted his mouth against yours, tongue conquering your mouth and twirling your tongues together. 
Your body seized as he worked an orgasm out of you, making you moan into his mouth. “A-Al oh!” Your thighs trembled as your cunt spasmed on his fingers.
You panted as he pecked your lips one last time and the sound of a zipper caught your ear. Alastor leaned you back, making you upport yourself on your elbows as he spread your legs a little bit more.
Your breath hitched as Alastor’s cock pushed into you.
”O-Oh fuck!” You moaned causing Alastor to bare his teeth as he set a steady pace, drilling his cock into you.
”we gotta make it quick darlin”
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The sound of the desk rattling in tune with his thrusts gradually was getting louder as he pounded your cunt.
”s-shit shit shit ah! A-Al aah ha!” You whined, throwing your had back on the desk as you tried to squirm away as another orgasm rips through you.
”You gonna cum for me hmm?” Alastor grunted as you gushed around him. He lowered his upper body onto yours as he slammed his hips into you over and over, not caring that you were staining his desk with your cream.
”please please please fuck fuck fuck! Ah!” 
It was the moment you cummed at the slam of Alastor’s hip, all over his cock when the door to your office opened, you didn’t have enough time to sit up and push Alastor off when your eyes widened in horror as Charlie stepped through the door. 
“Hey guys I just wanted to- OH SEVEN HELLS! IM SORRY! IM SORRY! IM SO SO SORRY!” The princess slapped her hands over her eyes and scurried back out the door.
You felt like you could have disappeared. You looked at Alastor in shock when you felt his cock twitch ”A-Alastor…did you just?”
He hummed before moving his hips again.
Your eyes widened “Are you crazy! We need to I don’t know console Charlie erase her memory or die again”
The red demon ignored you as he flipped you onto your belly, legs shakingly supporting you as he sunk his cock back into you.
”Oh its Hell dearest im sure a couple of demons shaggin don’t phase her, besides I need your help going over some of the bigger details” he chuckled, kissing your shoulder.
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vivwritesfics · 18 days ago
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I had an idea for a fic I know you will write it perfectly! if you decide to, lestappen x sainz!sister readerx they are in a secret relationship and Carlos finds out the guys break up with her because he got mad. They realize the made a mistake and grovel until she forgives them and end it with soft smut?
i see this trope wayyy too much so i tried to take it in a different direction and made it fun instead
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"No, Charles! I can't do this anymore!"
From the other end of the phone, your boyfriend tried not to giggle. Tried and failed. You covered the speaker on your phone in an attempt to hide the laughs from your brother.
Your brother who was hiding behind the door to make sure you broke up with his teammate.
Charles cleared his throat, tried to stop himself from laughing. "Mon amour, ma chérie!" He cried, surprising you with his acting skills. "Please! I can't lose you! You're my everything!"
You stopped yourself from releasing a loving sigh. He really was the sweetest man around. "Charles, I'm sorry." Now you were the one holding back giggle. "But we're done."
You ended the call and sucked in a shuddering breath. Charles was a better actor than you, though, and you made a point to rush past your brother. If you stopped, if you let Carlos confront you about it, there was no way you would be able to stop yourself from grinning.
The breakup wasn't real, if that wasn't clear.
You and Charles continued to sneak around behind Carlos's back. It was fun, thrilling, but the two of you weren't very good at it. It wasn't long before you were found out.
This time, Carlos didn't make you fake breakup over the phone.
His hand was on your shoulder as he marched you to Charles's drivers room. He knocked, looking furious as Charles pulled the door open.
"Hi, Charlie," you said and he smiled down at you, his gaze so loving. "Apparently, we need to talk."
Charles stopped himself from rolling his eyes as he welcomes you and Carlos into his drivers room. Carlos sat down and sat you down beside him. He looked at you, looked at Charles, and looked back at you. "Go on," he pushed and tapped your foot with his own.
You sucked in a breath, clearly unamused. Sending Carlos a glare, you turned your attention to Charles. "Carlos says we need to break up," you said and sat back in your seat.
Charles released a chuckle. "Does he?" He asked. "Okay."
"Okay?" You parroted.
He gave a nod. "Okay."
Carlos looked between the two of you. "Is that it?" He asked. "Are you going to leave each other alone now?"
Nodding, you stood up. "C'mon, Carlos. Let's get out of here," you said, slipping your phone onto the seat.
Carlos led the way out of Charles's drivers room. "Trust me," he said, placing his arm over your shoulder. "This is for the best." Carlos kissed the top of your head as he led you away.
"I know," you said and searched through your bag. A well thought out act. "Shit," you said suddenly and Carlos stopped moving. "I forgot my phone."
He gave a nod. "Go and get it. I'll meet you for lunch in a moment."
You tried not to skip back to Charles's drivers room. But your brother really was stupid, wasn't he? He so willingly let you go back to Charles, to the man you had supposedly just broken up with.
The breakup wasn't real, if that wasn't clear.
You knocked on the door and Charles pulled it open. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. "I didn't think you were coming back," he whispered and pushed you back against the door.
You shrugged your shoulders and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Had to shake him off," you said and pulled him towards you.
His forehead was against your own. "Maybe we should stop messing with him," Charles suggested, but you shook your head. His smile grew. "You're right," he agreed. "This is fun."
And then he kissed you.
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