Dinner By Computer Light- Caterqueen

Charlie looked at the mirror one last time, fixing his hair quickly before walking out of his room. He walked up the stairs to the 3rd floor and came to a stop when he reached the end of the hallway. Before he could even knock on the door, it hissed open and fog poured out. 

“Hello?” He called into the dark room, and Han stood up from his chair that was situated in front of all his computer monitors.

“Hey, Chaz.” He said, and Charlie smiled at him, walking closer. Han was moving around, getting a small table from beside his desk and placing it in front of his chair. Then he grabbed another chair and rolled it to the other side of the table. He gestured for the other boy to sit and Charlie did. 

Han quickly grabbed the basket of food he managed to fix without burning down Windsor (two sandwiches, a few cookies, and some chips). Charlie laughed at the food and sat down to eat, the glow of the computers lighting up Han’s smiling face as they talked. 

You know how I'm reading Dalton again...?

Well I came across THIS piece of gold.

“Hey, I don’t look into other dudes rooms,” Han replied, hands up to him, blinking a little anxiously. “They leave me alone, I leave them alone. Unless I hear bloodcurdling screaming which means someone’s being murdered, I won’t look. And trust me, I’ve saved the House a couple of times from some serious fire damage. Chaz owes me big time.”

Now. Being the CaterQueen Turtle captain I would like to point out that last sentence: “Chaz owes me big time.”

Let me type that down again with varying emphases.

Chaz owes me big time.

Chaz owes me big time.

Chaz owes me big time.

Chaz owes me big time.

Chaz owes me BIG TIME.

You see how this one line just opened up a few smut prompts in my head:

  • “Charlie, I want you to take my virginity.”
  • “Charlie, you owe me. I want to use  handcuffs… And whips." 
  • "Charlie… Charlie please don’t tell anyone.”
  • “Charlie, let me install this high definition camera in my room.”
  • “About that ‘owing’ you business…” “Nah, it’s gone because I love you and all that human emotion." 

I am very particular with that first one, after all, Charlie is "straight” (Han-sexual for the Turtle). 

I will be writing that tomorrow if I could handle it. Because as a CaterQueen headcanon: Chaz is a FIREBALL in bed. 

Oh yeah Chaz. 

I might use this as an example for Smut 102 lessons.

When Everything Hurts

Charlie was outside the door of Han’s room, unable to figure out what his next move was. He knew Han could see him but the person he wanted to talk to the most didn’t do anything to talk to him. His heart was racing, dropping up and down his body, making it impossible to think. 

Finally, he knocked.

Who are you?

“Han. It’s me, Chaz… The Queen of Hearts.” He didn’t like the LED screen. He didn’t like that he couldn’t hear Han’s voice. He just wanted to her Han’s voice.

Go away

But obviously he didn’t want to hear that being said. "Han, I didn’t mean it.“

Go away, Queen Heartbreaker.

"Han, please. I’m sorry.” Charlie begged. He didn’t like where this was going. He didn’t really mean those words he said. He might have meant it a little bit but it wasn’t meant to hurt Han. He never intentionally meant to hurt Han because he doesn’t want to hurt Han. He loved Han.

Sorry doesn’t make it better. It doesn’t cut it, Charlie.

But Han didn’t seem to be letting go of that fact. Charlie leaned his head against the door. “Just let me in… I want to talk to you.”

Too bad, I don’t want to talk to YOU. Go away.

“Please, Han. Come on. You know I love you. Let’s talk." 

How am I supposed to trust you again? When you went behind my back and said those words.

"I didn’t really mean them!”

Yeah, it sounded like you did. This is how I live, Charlie. If you can’t REALLY respect that then I don’t know how this is going to work out.

“But Han! I’m sorry! I truly am! I’ll-I’ll even beg. Grovel! I’m sorry.”

Just go away, Charlie. Go. Away. 

“Han.” Charlie whined and the screen just went black again. He stared at it, willing it to speak again. “Han… Han!” But it didn’t. It didn’t even blink. There was not a flash, not a squiggle. There was nothing on the screen. “Don’t do this, Han.” He said, slamming his forehead into the door. “Please." 

Charlie stayed there for the next hour in silence, hoping that him being there would make Han open the door. But he didn’t. Han already turned the cameras elsewhere and anything unmoving and pointing to Charlie was turned off. He didn’t want to see him anymore. He didn’t want to feel anything.

It was a bad idea from the start. And just when he started to really go out of his room just for the sake of spending time with Charlie, he goes out and talks how strange Han is, how stupid Han is, how dumb his merch is. He was much safer here in his room, with his computers. 

Who needs him? He thought bitterly. Who needs the outside world? I’ve got all I need right here. 

He leaned back into his chair, playing one of the movies he’s downloaded and wiped away any insignificant tear, ignored any pang of sadness, loneliness, hurt or forgiveness. The only time, the only time he considered liking being outside, it was dashed by everything Charlie had said. 


He gulped and put his legs up from the floor and wrapped his arms around himself as the movie played. Who needs him? I certainly didn’t long before. I’m going to do that again. 

gameiplier  asked:

Charlie stares at Han with the best poker face he con pull off "Han. Take this medicine" Han shakes his head "No" He says in a raspy voice. Charlie sighs "Okay, what will I have to do to get you to take this medicine?" Han tilts his head, thinking for a moment "Cuddle for a few days and leave the rest of the Windsors to Blaine" Han smiles. Charlie laughs "Okay. Deal" He says leaning down and kissing Han's forehead before giving the hacker the pill and laying down next to him.



irrellenphant  asked:

Charlie, his Charlie, was dreaming about him. Loving him. Han barely knew what to think. That was the first time he had heard Charlie say anything about love. At least he wasn't the only one feeling that way. Charlie loved him. Han knew he could sleep easy with the knowledge. He knew that he couldn't tell Charlie that he said that in his sleep though, he deserved to be able to say it for the first time in a lucid state. Han knew that the time for "I love you's" would come. For now though, sleep.


gameiplier  asked:

Charlie pulls Han closer, as they cuddle in the warm bed. Han chuckles, nuzzling his head into Charlie's neck, smiling softly as the Windsor Prefect runs a soothing hand through Han's hair. They're so comfortable, not a care in the world as of right now. They just want to relax in each others arms. Charlie places a gentle kiss to Han's temple, watching as the other boy slowly falls to sleep, a soft smile on his lips. Han smiles up at Charlie before falling asleep.

I love fluffy bed scenes so much. It makes me do this.

I'll Watch the Night Turn Light Blue

“Isn’t this nice?” Charlie asked Han. “Lying down on the grass, watching the sky turn light blue, seeing the stars fade away, being with nature…”

“Yeah, I guess it is.” Han answered, lifting his iPad to his face, checking on everything before setting it down. Charlie was propped up by an elbow, smiling down on his boyfriend. “What?”

“Have you ever gone a day without the internet?”

“I must’ve, you know, when I was younger.” Han smiled. 

“What do you really think of being here outside?” Charlie asked again. 

Han looked up to the sky, to the fading stars, to the rising sun. “It’s beautiful, a beautiful experience.” He reached down to touch Charlie’s hand and squeezed it lightly. “And… you’re here so it’s better.”

“For a geek, you’re a sap, Hansel Westwood.” The prefect laughed and flipped himself over to be on all fours on top of the smaller boy. Han stared directly into the cornflower blue eyes, shining because of the rising sun. Han’s smile grew wider as he raised his hands up to hold Charlie’s face. Charlie loved the feeling of those hands making imaginary squiggles on his cheeks. They just stayed there, admiring each other for a few minutes while the sun came up. 

Charlie ran his fingers through Han’s unruly hair and leaned down to kiss the boy. They kissed for a few moments, in those moments arms were moved, hands were touched, hands were touching, a giggle or two escaped Han’s lips, and Charlie poked Han’s stomach. That broke the kiss. “Someone needs to lose weight.” Charlie teased, making Han roll his eyes. 

“There’s nothing you can do, Amos. This is how I live, you can’t pull me away from the internet so I could do sit-ups with you." 

"I was talking about another kind of work out.” Charlie kissed him again, trying to mildly seduce. 

Han smirked. “Maybe… But not today, Mr. Prefect. You need your sleep.”

“No I do not.” He yawned.

gameiplier  asked:

Han walks into Charlie's room around eleven PM and goes under the covers, moving so that he's clinging to Charlie. Charlie mumbles something and rolls over, opening his eyes, and smiling at the sight of Han. "mmmm hi" Charlie says in a sleepy tone. Han chuckles and nuzzles his nose against Charlies, smiling sleepily himself. Charlie smiles and wraps his arms around the other Windsor, pulling him closer to him. Han pecks his lips and drifts to sleep, Charlie soon falling asleep as well.

As captain, I am truly going down with this ship.

fashionnightmare12-blog-blog  asked:

Charlie grinned as Han's nose wrinkled ever so slightly as he slept. Looking back he never thought in a million years he would be here, lying with this beautiful boy in his arms watching him sleep, completely at peace, his head reasting on Charlie's chest, rising and falling with the prefect's even breathing. With a small smile Chaz kissed the top of the boy's head and tugged him closer with a quiet "I love you Han, so much." before drifting off to sleep, more content than he had been in years.

I love you.

irrellenphant  asked:

Han turned over in bed facing Charlie, who slept without a worry on his face. He mouthed "I love you" at the boy, practicing for the day that he'd say it to his face. For now, Charlie was his sleeping angel. He brushed some hair out of his face and snuggled closer to his boyfriend, tangling legs and placing his arm across him protectively. Charlie sighed and instinctively pulled Han closer into the embrace, smiling in his sleep. "I love you Han" he whispered; Han could hardly believe his ears.