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dwindlinghaze · 5 months

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a flight to paris

(remus lupin x reader)

summary: you and remus have been in an established relationship for years but one day you received an unexpected break up call from him.

contents: she/her pronouns, modern!au, angst (?), break up, inspired by a barbie movie, my horrible english, i wrote this out of boredom, oh and this is a multipart :)

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on most days you enjoy your summer holiday. you have a part time job in which you worked for a magazine, having your own personal workspace in the office headquarters and all.

your days are mostly surrounded by the latest style, magazine covers, hollywood gossip, and beautiful photoshoots of women. it was fun, really. that is if mr. wellins wasn't your boss.

he's a walking patriarchal figure. hate is not enough to describe your feelings towards that man.

"i don't think that's a good idea to put in there," you spoke during one of the meetings.

"what do you mean? it's a good one, everybody will be intrigued!" he scoffed.

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, glancing at the others but they just gave you a warning look. no one dared to go against mr. wellins. "it just doesn't feel right y'know- to put that in there considering it's just an allegation and not confirmed?"

"but we focus on marketing here! who will pay your wage if it weren't for these nosy people who read and buy our magazines? we have to find a way to get our sales higher!" he said sternly, glaring at you with cold eyes.

"look here, if you put that article, surely our reputation will be stained. you don't want that to happen do you? we just need to find something else- something more positive and harmless but still eye catching. like the new box office movie that everyone has been talking about lately. it doesn't harm anyone, in fact it's supporting them. what do you think?"

every one of your co-workers nodded in agreement, waiting for the boss to reply.

he looked bored. "you know that flapping thing you just did with your mouth?"

"you mean- expressing my opinion on what's better for the sake of your company?"

"yeah that," he rolled his eyes. "stop doing that."

"i think y/n's right, makes me wish she were the boss," one of your co-workers mumbled under her breath.

he looked sharply at the girl, "i can easily fire you."

"oh no no, i feel like we just- need to discuss about this more you know?" you defended.

"oh get off this place. end of discussion!"

"we can talk like in the coffee shop, or the commissary-"

"not me getting off, you getting off. get out you're fired!" he slammed his fist.

"wha- what? fired?" you said breathlessly, eyes widen in shock.

you got to your car, speeding to get home and just curl up in the arms of your boyfriend- remus lupin. you needed him. his constant whispering of sweet nothings, his warm embrace, his smile that can rip away all negativity.

just like magic, your phone started ringing with remus in the other line. screen lighting up, his pretty face on the screen. you smiled, so big and decided to stop at one of the parking lots nearby.

"hello?" you heard the sweet voice of remus lupin.

"oh rem! i'm so glad you called!" you exclaimed, heart warming at his comforting voice.

"things aren't right with us and you know it. they haven't been for a while," he said. his ever-lovely voice that makes you feel safe was nowhere to be heard. your heart dropped, chest hurting all of a sudden.

"what?" you choked on the verge of sobbing. "remus come on."

"i'm breaking up with you... right now." he said it like you don't matter to him at all. you clenched your phone, eyes already hurting from the incoming tears.

"you're not... are you serious? what are you saying?" you thought your day couldn't get worse, but the universe said otherwise.

"it's over. and if you're smart, you'll forget i exist."

and just like that, the line disconnected. you couldn't stop the tears from falling out of your eyes. not only have you lost your job, you also have lost your remus.

you never thought he would ever break up with you. especially since you both were in a strong relationship of four years. no matter what problems appeared on the surface, they always got resolved.

wiping your tears away, you tried to drive safely to lily's house. your best friend. you needed someone to talk to. someone to pour your heart out.

"i lost my job and he broke up with me," you said in shame when she opened the door to see you with red rimmed eyes.

"he broke up with you because you lost your job?" lily gasped.

"no... separately," you sobbed. then you told her the whole story of how you've had lost your job and how he broke up with you on the phone in your car just then.

"what kind of guy does that!" lily said in disbelief. it's so not remus to break up with you like that. knowing how much he loves you since forever ago. you two are perfect for each other. nothing could ever compare to the bond you both had.

"i guess a guy with no real emotions," you huffed, reaching for lily's tissue.

lily suggested for you to call remus again, 'cause no way is someone like him said something like that to you. there was no response though, he's not answering.

"maybe you misunderstood. what did he actually say?" lily asked once more.

"he said that it was over, and if i were smart i'd forget he ever existed," his words ringing in your ears.

"does he speak another language where it means 'i love you'," lily tried, you shook your head.

"that's it," she picked up your phone. "i'm blocking him from your cell, e-mail, everything! you do not break up with anyone like that! when i'm done, we're gonna go somewhere that you love. a place where you feel happy and good about yourself."

"i wanna go far away," you mumbled.

"that's right, you should go far away and clear your head! forget about them. men are getting harder to like these days," lily agreed, snapping her fingers.

"i'll go far away... like aunt milicent's!" you said.

"aunt millicents?" lily asked.

"yeah she's a designer in paris. has a fashion house and everything. i always loved being there. tons of people, energy, fabrics, and dresses... and my aunt in the middle of it all! oh how i want to be like her when i grow up. that's it i'm going there!"

"super fun!" lily exclaimed, truly happy for you. "when are you going?"

"right now! i can spend the last weeks of summer vacation with her," you managed to crack a smile, "i don't need remus. what i need is to book a flight to paris."

"remmy, you can't help me with our summer project if you're on the phone all the time," jessica said, snatching remus' phone out of his hand.

"i just don't get it, i can't get through y/n at all!" remus said in exasperation, brows furrowing in confusion and worry clouding up his head.

"i'm sure she's fine," jessica said, fluttering her lashes.

remus was unconvinced, he couldn't focus the whole time. "it has been since yesterday."

"y/n is a busy person. she'll call when she gets the chance... in the meantime...," she jerked her head towards the script.

"do we have to tape that again... i'm not an actor, i probably sounded stupid," remus scoffed.

"you sounded beautiful," she said, smiling flirtatiously at him.

remus was too fogged up on the thought of you to notice her behaviour. you never ignore him like this. no matter how busy your lives were, you two always made time for each other.

"lils look!" marlene gasped, pointing at remus and jessica sitting together on the table across the room.

"oh no. don't tell me that boy dumped y/n for jessica," lily said in annoyance and disbelief.

the two of them walked over, crossing their arms. "are you kidding?" lily said coldly, shooting daggers at remus.

"lily, marlene! where's y/n?" remus asked, sitting up from his chair. he didn't know why they looked upset.

"why do you want to know?" marlene questioned.

"i can't reach her! i've called, i've texted, i've emailed. nothing worked. is she okay?" remus said desperately.

"y/n's fine. she wants nothing to do with the twat who dumped her over the phone!" lily scolded.

"wha- huh- dumped her?" remus asked in shock. he would never dump you. you're everything to him. "i would never do that, c'mon you guys know how much she means to me!"

"you know what uhh i actually need to run, see you," jessica said, slipping away from the table. nobody paid attention to her though.

"don't play dumb! she told us what you said 'it's over and if you're smart you'll forget i exist'."

"wait what?" remus exclaimed, eyes travelling towards jessica who was chuckling guiltily. "that line... a part of the script i read yesterday. don't say you recorded it and play it back to y/n," he said, eyes closing painfully.

"i'd be happy to tell you that," jessica said, batting her lashes. oh what a nerve. "it was a joke. i never thought she'd actually believed it. she must have serious doubts about the relationship."

remus ignored her, turning towards lily and marlene. "where's y/n? i need to see her now," he said, heart racing at the thought of you.

"uh- she's kind of..." lily slowly replied, eyeing marlene, urging her to finish the sentence.

"in paris."

"paris? paris, france? since when was she going to paris?" remus was panicking. he knew he messed up and he's willing to make it right again.

"uh a long story..."

"what should i do? i need to talk to her as soon as possible," he scrunched his hair, brows knitting.

"y/n went through a lot yesterday... you know what you can do to make her feel better? a grand romantic gesture! don't just call her. go book yourself a flight to paris, show up to her aunt milicent's doorstep, and prove how much you love her!" lily said.

"she'll love it!" marlene agreed.

"i'm on it," he opened his phone to search for a plane ticket. "i'll book the next flight out of london."

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader fluff #remus lupin fic #remus x reader

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weird-is-life · 7 months

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hiiiii! so i found ur blog on my feed, and LOVED IT!!! so can i request a oneshot?

basically, reader is more on the insecure side, and has social anxiety? I'm not sure if this represents social anxiety, or regular anxiety, or none at all?? but reader wants to drop off lunch or some breakfast and a coffee for Spencer but doesn't want him to be embarrassed by coming to his office. so he confronts us about it one day then we explain

much love from a new follower <33

Hii lovely, thank you for this request and for following🥰 hope this is okay. Warnings: use of pet names, fluff, anxious feelings, mentions of lunch/eating? (0.6k)

You are lost in your thoughts as you and Spencer eat lunch together in his kitchen. It's not unusual for either of you to be zoned out, but your frown clearly tells Spencer that something is bothering you. He doesn't need to use his profiling skills for that.

"Hey," he squeezes your hand to get your attention," what's going on up in that beatiful brain of yours, huh?"

"What?" you break out of the thoughts, but then you add, "nothing." Obviously it's a lie and you both know it.

"Nothing? Doesn't look like nothing to me, sweetheart," he says, rubbing gentle circles over your skin.

"It's just....-it's silly, really," you mumble quietly.

"Amuse me?" he inquires, eyebrows drawn up.

You hesitate for a second, suddenly feeling a bit shy. But it's Spencer, your Spencer, that is asking you to be honest with him, so you tell him what is on your mind, "I know, you are going to work tomorrow and-and you always say, that you either eat junk food or you don't eat at all. And I don't want you to do any of those things, so I was thinking, that maybe.... that maybe I could bring you some lunch? I want to but...-" you ramble quickly.

"But?" Spencer asks.

"I don't know if it would be okay. I don't want to embarrass you, Spence," you sheepishly admit. Your eyes looking everywhere, but him.

"Embarrass me? Are you serious?," he expresses, he says it as if he's just heard the most ridiculous thing," I'd love for you to bring me lunch tomorrow, love. Really, it would be great and I would definitely not be embarrassed. Are you kidding? I would proudly show everybody how nice my girlfriend is and make them be jealous of my delicious lunch."

Your cheeks go red from his last few words," really? You wouldn't mind?"

"Never, you can come to my work anytime, pretty girl, okay? Please do come, anytime."

"Okay, good" you respond, a content smile on your face as Spencer kisses your hand, before he resumes eating his food.

"Good," he smiles at you, too.

You are standing inside the elevator, contemplating about turning away. You've got Spencer's lunch in your hands and a nervous smile on your face.

You've met Spencer's team before, but you've never been inside the Bau before. And let me say, it is very nerve-wracking to be there.

You definitely know, that you are at the right place, because as you walk through the room, everybody looks up. Nothing goes unnoticed by those agents, it's literally their job to be aware of their surroundings.

And Spencer notices you straight away too, especially because you are beelining your way towards him.

"Hi," you breath out, a small blush on your cheeks.

"Hi, sweetheart," he stands up to hug you immediately. Which calms your anxiety by a lot, "how are you doing? Did you have any problems getting here?"

"I'm okay and no, the security knew where to send me after I introduced myself to them," you admit, you know, that it is because Spencer told them.

"I'm glad," he takes the food from your hands and immediately takes them into his, "I'm also very happy, that you came here. Thank you for bringing me lunch, love" his warm hands over yours sooth your nerves almost completely away.

"Your welcome, Spence," you smile at him sincerely.

"Now come on, I'll show you around, before you decide to run away from him," he jokes, he can see that you are still anxious to be there. So he hopes, showing you around will help. And maybe when you pass some hidden corners, he will get to kiss you. To kiss your worries away.

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starrgaziinggg · 2 months

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SMAU | UNDERCOVER JYP-U

chapter thirty eight -> swings and roundabouts (written 2.5k words)

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The stress of exams was finally over. Classes were back to normal. You and Hyunjin couldn't be in a better place since the aftermath of the party. Everything seemed to be going swimmingly.

The only exception to this was the fact that you still didn't know who the evil mastermind behind the undercover JYP-U account was.

As much as you tried to push it out of your mind, it plagued your every thought. Who knew all these secrets about your friends? Why did they lie about Jeongin? How hadn't you been able to figure it out yet?

It was Jisung’s idea to get everybody together to discuss an action plan for figuring out the perpetrator and taking them down, which he had relayed to Chan. The first victim of the account was still as pissed off as everyone else, and although the repercussions for him hadn't been as severe as some others, he felt the exact same as you. You couldn't just sit back and let this account attempt to deface and destroy you all.

Chan had managed to snag a free room at the campus coffee shop, a secluded area, allowing you the privacy to talk about the subject without lingering people. You had to get away from the prying ears of your fellow university students. It was beyond time, you thought, for some action to finally happen against the account owner.

"So," Chan starts, student body president mode on. You sat to the left of Yuna and to the right of Hyunjin, listening to him intently. Everyone else in your friend group, bar Lia, was sat around too. "I've tried to trace the IP address - dead end. I've tried to contact the people who run the social media website and they've been useless."

"It's all dead ends," Jisung confirms solemnly. "Whoever it is knows what they're doing."

"So if we can't figure out who it is from a technological standpoint," Jeongin speaks up. "We're just gonna have to do it the old fashioned way."

You nod, shrugging your shoulders. "There's someone out there who knows all these secrets and we have no idea who they are. Doesn't that seem impossible?"

"Completely, but it's clearly possible," Minho sighs, giving you a half smile. "They knew about an injury I didn't speak a word of. Unless they got their binoculars out and watched me bandage up my leg through my window, I don't see how anyone could have figured that out."

Changbin snorts at that, quickly trying to compose himself. As much as Minho was trying to make the situation more light hearted, it was serious, and you weren't about to find out who was behind the account by cracking jokes.

"So let's just start naming people," Felix suggests, his eyebrows raised. "Go through anyone we suspect and cross them off the list if there's reason to."

There's a collective nod at that, everyone in agreement that this was the best way to go about things.

"What about Lia?" Jisung says, grabbing everyone's attention. He looks at everyone perplexed. "What? I'm serious, it could be her. We hardly know her."

Lia was the only person not in attendance at your meeting. You didn’t want her to bin off the extracurricular that gives her extra credit for her degree, so she’d given the meeting a miss. It might have been for the better anyway, since it was Jisung's first guess.

"Okay," Yuna sighs, her fingers pressing into her temples. "Let's think about this properly. Lia's a literal sweetheart, you really think she's behind this torturous account?"

"Sometimes people aren't what they seem," you shrug, a sad motion. You feel Hyunjin place a hand on your thigh and you smile up at him, glad to have the comfort. "And we've known her less time than anyone else at this school, so who knows what she could be capable of."

"That's true," Seungmin smiles at you sadly, looking as though it's paining him to talk about Lia like this. You knew the two of them were getting on well.

"But that's exactly the thing," Ryujin sighs exasperatedly. "We've known Lia for the shortest amount of time, but she's known us the same, so how would she ever know all these things about us?"

"That's true," Minho says, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "Perhaps Yuna was drunk one night and let her secret slip without realising, and she found the old lyrics to Ji's song in class and whatever else; how would she ever know the details to my injury? Or about Seungmin's dad, which nobody else knew about? And why would she lie about Jeongin cheating?"

There's a couple seconds of silence as everyone takes in Minho's words, a nod of agreement running through your group. The silence continues when a worker comes into the room you're all in to clear some of the used mugs away, a clear indication that you did not want this conversation to get into the wrong hands.

"Unless Lia is just some psycho who wanted to wreak havoc, there's no real reason for her to want to spill these secrets," Jeongin says quietly once the worker leaves, putting it plainly, and you nod at him.

"And, I think we're all kind of forgetting something," Felix says almost sheepishly, as if he doesn't want to bring it up.

"What?" Ryujin asks without thinking twice, everyone's heads turning to Felix. You catch the way Changbin almost glares at Felix, and you realise he might not be as okay about their secret as you initially thought. Although Changbin and Ryujin had ended, it was still pretty fresh.

"Lia wasn't there that night, you know," Felix says with a cringe, desperately hoping everyone knows what he's talking about. You all do, easily, so you speak up to avoid tension as Felix attempts to hide in his baggy hoodie, letting his blonde hair fall in his face.

"That's true - Lia was sick in her room," you agree, remembering the night of the party. "She looked awful the whole two days beforehand, too, so unless she managed to somehow run to the frat and back whilst having a 39.5°c fever, I think we can start to cross her off our list."

"I can vouch," Yuna says, nodding her head with wide eyes. "She was so unwell, there was no way she could have known about that unless either of you two had told her."

"We didn't tell anyone," Ryujin mumbles, and you can tell she does not want to hang onto this topic of conversation long.

"So if we've concluded it can't be Lia, all that does is give us a whole lot of nothing since we still don't know who it actually is," Jisung groans, frowning. "This is a living nightmare."

"You can say that again," Minho yawns, checking the time on his phone. "At least we know who it's not."

"Hold on," Ryujin speaks up, a thoughtful look etching her features. "We're forgetting the one person who hates all of us."

All eyes turn to her as she tilts her head, staring back at everyone. "Yeji."

The thought had crossed your mind a million times. You'd basically kicked Yeji out your friendship group after all the drama she had caused, so who else would hate you enough to spread gossip about you all?

"I did think that," Yuna says, nodding her head at Ryujin. "But I don't really know anymore. Firstly, she's been almost MIA this whole semester."

"That's true," Jeongin nods, adding onto what Yuna was saying. "She attends classes and then heaps of study sessions and from what I've seen hardly goes out anymore."

"I don't think she's that spiteful," Chae says, and although you know she's trying to defend her, you can't help but agree. "Yeah, she could be a real bitch, but would she really waste her time on something like this?"

"Jeongin said the same thing to me before," you agree, watching the younger boy nod his head at you. "I've suspected her the most out of anyone, but I think at this point it's a stretch. Unless she did some serious digging, she wouldn’t know any of this shit about us. And, if she's as up to her ears in work as Jeongin says she is, how the hell would she have the time?"

Minho nods, sitting back in his chair lazily. "If I know Yeji, and unfortunately I do, she wouldn't bother her rats ass about getting 'revenge' on us. She has much more important things going on in her life."

"I agree with that," Hyunjin speaks up. "I know the way her family works. She'll have a lot of responsibilities that literally make it impossible for her to have the time to do this, and on top of her coursework? Doubt it."

You don't think twice about Hyunjin's comment, knowing that he probably knows how her family works because they're just as high up on the social hierarchy as his.

"Could it just be some random we go to school with?" Chae asks, deep in thought. "Someone who doesn't like the fact that our group is well liked?"

"I thought about that too," Changbin says. "But there's no intent. It would be genuinely psychotic for someone who hardly knows us to want to ruin our lives like this."

Jeongin looks around the room then. “Who hasn’t had a secret revealed about them?”

“Me, Hyunjin, Chae, Changbin, Chan, Lia…I think that’s it,” you respond, met with a chorus of nodding heads.

“Save from Lia, we’ve all been friends for years,” Chan speaks up. “And the secrets have impacted us all. If the person behind the account was someone at this table it wouldn’t make any sense whatsoever. Why would one of us want to attempt to destroy our own friendship group?”

“Exactly,” Seungmin chimes in, shooting you a grin. “It can’t be one of us.”

"This is bullshit," Jisung interrupts, rubbing at his eyes. "We've traced the IP address and it lead us to fucking nothing, we've contacted the website to shut down the account and they've done Jack, the uni can't do anything about it - how the hell are we supposed to figure out who this bastard is?"

That kind of leaves everyone stumped, because god if any of you knew. Nobody says anything for a while, just sitting in relative silence, until Chan speaks up.

"Look, we can't give up. This fucker has caused us all too many problems this semester for us to just forget what they've done. Nobody should be able to get away with spreading personal information like that with no consequences, and I'll be damned if I just sit back and let it happen," he says, and you swear it's the angriest you've ever seen him.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Jeongin says, inciting a bit of hope within you. "You know that school gossip page? What if they're behind it? They just put out that weird statement, but what if they’re just trying to cover their tracks now that things are getting serious?”

Everyone kind of looks at each other then, as it's something none of the rest of you had considered.

"I mean it would make sense, considering they're always spreading the drama after the account posts. Plus, we don't know who runs that account either, so if we find out whose behind the gossip account it could lead us closer to whose behind the JYP-U undercover account," Seungmin agrees.

"Knowing who it's not gives us a good start, we just need to keep looking for clues and narrowing it down," Chae adds on, trying to boost the groups morale as usual. "Why don't you guys trace the IP of the gossip account and see what you find and we can go from there?"

Jisung nods, looking towards Changbin and Chan. "We can get on that tomorrow, let you know what we find?"

The guys nod in response, and it makes you feel a little better knowing you at least had something to go off of.

Chan sighs after that, placing his hands on the table. "It's getting late, and we're all clearly exhausted. I say we go home, get some rest, keep doing our best to figure this out and reconvene when someone's got something. Hopefully the gossip account gets us somewhere."

There's a collective agreement that runs through the group, and it doesn't take long for you all to get your shit together and go your separate ways.

Hyunjin walks you home, hanging back so it's just the two of you. He intertwines his hand with yours easily.

"Do you realistically think we will figure out who this psycho is?" He asks, his hand enclasped with yours. You give his hand a squeeze in response.

"I think we will. It's only a matter of time before the truth comes out," you reply hopefully, walking up to your dorm building. He turns to you with a sinister look.

"It's not you, is it?"

You push his arm, laughing in response. "No it's not me, you idiot. And it's not you?"

"Never me," he replies, which makes you laugh even more. He pulls you in tight for a hug as he always does when you inevitable have to depart, kissing your forehead before pulling away. "Get some sleep, yeah? Big date tomorrow and all that."

"Yeah," you respond quietly, trying to take your time basking in his presence, excited about this surprise date he’d decided you were going on. "I wish you'd just tell me what we're doing, you know. I hate surprises."

"A master never reveals his secrets," he says cheekily, giving you a chaste kiss before turning on his heel, waving at you when you use your key card to open the main door to your dorm building. Once you get inside your dorm, the girls are silent for once, and you can imagine they've all crashed as soon as they hit their beds.

You can't help feeling dejected. The only good thing to come out of that whole conversation was that everyone was on the same page about who the account wasn't run by, yet nobody had a solid idea of who it was. You hoped something would come out of finding who was behind that gossip page, but you weren't sure. It seemed like opening Pandora's box; a task that was so impossible you didn't even know how to begin.

But you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind once again, doing your best to focus on preparing for the date you were more than excited to go on.

and we’re finally getting somewhere with figuring out who it is!! I’m estimating 10-15 chapters left, but god knows because I didn’t think this SMAU would be over 30 chaps nor last a year ahhahah

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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❣️!crazy in love!❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X fem!OC (Cherrie)

Word count: 8.5k

Warnings: sappy goodness . Lovesick Charles and bad bitch Cherrie . He’s a lover , she’s a fighter trope. Fights (not between them)! A crash. Just pure fluff really xoxo

As Charles sat on the red cushioned chair in front of the cameras that were quickly filling the room, he couldn't help but pout a little to himself as he looked over to the seat beside him that was still empty , having hoped that somebody else would have been paired with him today.

Although he knew that it was impossible seeing as Cherrie had already texted him that morning to let him know that she would be doing another challenge for their YouTube channel with Carlos instead , he still wasn't very happy about it.

Was it slightly pathetic just how attached to her he had become? Maybe a little .

Did he really care? Absolutely not.

He would take the constant teasing and knowing looks from the rest of the drivers and his team if it meant that he got to spend every free second of his time with her instead .

He was a man in love , there was nothing wrong with him being absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend.

In fact , he felt sorry for those who had no idea what it was like to be so happy and secure in a relationship with a woman who was also his best friend .

He was utterly besotted by her , and that feeling was never going to change .

He didn't even noticed the slight frown that pulled down his face once Pierre walked into the room , taking the empty seat beside him.

His friend letting out a amused laugh at the look on his face , grinning at him slyly.

"No need to look so disappointed at my arrival Charles. You could at least pretend to be happy that I'm here!" He teased him, leaning back in his chair and giving him a knowing look.

It was no secret to anyone that If Cherrie wasn't at least a few feet away from him or in his eye sight , that his mood would drastically change .

Charles , realising what he was doing, quickly softened his frown and gave his friend a apologetic smile . Laughing a little sheepishly as he gave him a friendly squeeze on his shoulder , feeling bad.

"Sorry mate . I am happy you're here . It's just-" how could he explain that he was just so infatuated with Cherrie that he couldn't be happy without her around without sounding like a total , lovesick moron.

Luckily for him he didn't have to because Pierre understood . Everyone did. He really wasn't as subtle as he thought he was .

His cheeks flushed a little in embarrassment , he wasn't being slick at all.

"-that I'm not Cherrie?" Pierre finished the unsaid sentence for him. Snickering at him.

"I get it . This isn't new to me to see. You've been like this around for almost your whole life man." He mentioned in slight amazement at the way his friends feelings hadn't even faded at all over the years .

If anything they had only intensified .

Before Charles could find any defensive resort to answer him with , their interview finally sat down and gave them both a polite smile and a nod of his head making them both quickly shut up.

"You guys ready? Is there any questions that you don't want to answer?" He questioned them professionally .

Both Pierre and Charles shared a look before simply shrugging their shoulders , not at all bothered. They had not done nothing recently that could be used against them anyways .

That was more his girlfriends thing. Drama followed her wherever she went . He was just glad that she didn't drag him into her craziness too.

He loved her , god he did . But there was no denying that Cherrie could be a really pain in the ass sometimes.

Half an hour later and Charles had finally relaxed into the flow of the questions , answering them easily and calmly . Him and Pierre making jokes whenever they could.

And then the man brought up the one subject that Charles knew that everybody wanted him to talk about . It was expected .

Which was why he didn't even feel surprised when cherries name was brought up in the interview .

"Am I allowed to ask you some questions about your relationship with your teammate Charles? The fans have been going crazy for all the content about you two online." The man said politely , looking over at him expectantly .

But luckily for him there was nothing Charles loved to do more than talk about his girlfriend to anybody who would listen .

Pierre knew that too seeing as he was the one that was often on the other end of his gushing and rants about how perfect she was for him.

His friend couldn't help but groan jokingly "oh god. Here we go. You'll never shut him up now." He sighed dramatically .

Charles jabbed him in his arm although he couldn't help but chuckle too. He wasn't wrong.

"That's fine . I know the fans have a lot of questions.. I don't mind answering ." He then confirmed to the older man, smiling slightly as he got comfortable in his chair.

If they were going to talk about Cherrie with him, then there was a possibility that they would be there a long time.

The man smiled "okay. So .. everyone was more than surprised when you two announced your relationship to the world . People found it hard to believe it. A lot of people thing that you're complete opposites to each other. Do you agree with that?" He asked him curiously .

Charles just hummed as he thought about his answer. He was right . Cherrie and him were complete opposites on the personality side of things but that was what had drew him to her in the first place.

She was loud , obnoxious and not afraid to get her hands dirty . Or her knuckles bloody either. She liked to do crazy things without even thinking it through .

She was a little bit insane , but he loved her anyways .

He always had . He could remember the first time he met her when he was just twelve years old at the karting track.

He had stood back and watched a then tiny girl stomp over to him after the race , throwing her gloves at his face as she demanded to know what he was thinking by nearly crashing into her .

Charles had been frozen in his spot as he stared at the furious girl in front of him with wide eyes , his heart skipping A beat in his chest as she started to curse him out . Some really impressive curses and insults for an eleven year old .

He had tried to apologise and explain to her that he had just lost his grip on his wheel, but all that had come out of his was a pathetic little squeak. Stumbling over his words as she started to hit him with her glove over and over again.

Her father had to eventually come over and pull the raging girl away . Later on , he had Forced her to apologise to him for attacking him with her gloves and calling him every bad name under the sun.

She hadn't looked happy at being told to do so, but she had no choice .

And since that day the two of them had quickly became attached at the hip.

She had taught him how to hold his wheel properly so his grip never slipped . And Charles had taught her breathing exercises to do whenever she got a little too mad again.

It was love at first sight at just twelve years old . At least for him it was , it had took a lot more persuading on his part to get her to come around and see him as anything other than an annoying boy who followed her around like a lost puppy.

But the years worth of grovelling and pestering her for a date had been worth it . Because he got to her in the end .

He was convinced that it was destiny. Cherrie was just convinced that he would have annoyed her forever if she hadn't said yes.

"I mean. We are a little different , yes." He agreed easily as he took a sip of his water .

"But we balance each other out I think. She forces me to have more fun and not be so serious all the time and I-" he smirked a little to himself , chuckling. "I try and make sure that she only has her photo taken for press shoots and not for her mugshots." He joked although he wasn't completely lying either .

His girlfriend was pure trouble sometimes .

The amount of times that he had managed to save her last minute from being arrested was a little concerning . She really just couldn't keep her big mouth shut when she should do so .

Even Pierre laughed , nodding his head in agreement .

Looking over at Charles with a amused grin on his face. "Like that time that she took down a man twice her size in your honour. No hesitation at all!" He remembered .

Charles groaned a little at the reminder of how much panic had filled him when he had seen Cherrie throw herself at some big dude at the club they were partying in with her little fists swinging.

Their interviewer laughed . Looking between them

Curiously .

"Would you say that the two of you are very protective of each other then?" He asked.

Charles just tilted his head a little hesitantly , thinking back to all the times that one of them had gotten into a fight with someone because they hasn't liked what they were hearing .

Although he could admit that the kind of fights he got into for Cherrie weren't so much the punching type than the silent motioning for security to drag the idiots away type. THe most aggressive thing he had ever done was shout at them angrily as he stood back with his arms crossed tightly , calling them names as they were dragged away from the scene.

Cherries fights however , were the complete opposite. She didn't think logically or calmly , she simply just jumped in with her fists swinging and her voice screaming at whoever had upset them.

He was the lover . Cherrie was the fighter . He really wasn't going to complain. She was stronger than him physically anyways . He wouldn't stand a chance in a real fight like that.

Cherrie would just floor them while he looked on , impressed and slightly turned on by how quickly she flipped the switch from calm to bat shit crazy in seconds .

"A little bit .. I mean. It's only normal to be protective of your partner . It's a nice feeling to know that the love of your life has your back like that.." he mused as he thought back to that night .

They had been celebrating one of her podium wins when Cherrie had overheard some idiot talking shit about him from the booth behind them.

Spinning on her seat to glare over at the large man with a redbull shirt on, clearly not a Ferrari fan as he ranted on and on about how shit of a driver he was and how he didn't think he deserved his rightful place in the team.

Cherrie had saw red . Funnily enough. She had slammed her now empty glass down on the table in front of her and made a move to get up. Lando , charles and Pierre all snapping their heads over to her in alarm.

Spotting the furious look on her pretty face as she glares daggers into the man head behind them , Charles felt panic flitter through him as he made a desperate attempt to pull her back down to her seat.

Groaning loudly as he realised what she was about to do. "He's not worth it cher! Just ignore him. I really don't care what he has to say about me!" He tried to convince her . Looking over to their friends for a little help.

He got no such thing. Instead pierre and lando were grinning and telling her to kick his ass and put him in his place .

"Guys!" He had hissed at his friends in disbelief as his girlfriend yanked her hand away from him. Her cheeks flushed red in anger . "Don't encourage her!"

Cherrie just scowled and shook her head, refusing to sit back down.

"Well I do. He's talking shit . Someone should help him put that shit back up his ass where it belongs!" She deliberately raised her voice so the man looked over at her.

Pushing her way to the front of the idiots booth, she glared down at him hatefully.

"You should learn to shut your fucking mouth up . Didn't your mama ever teach you not to lie?!" She snarled down at him.

The mans eyes widening once he realised who she was. Then he just rolled his eyes and pushed himself to his feet as well, puffing out his chest to Try and intimidate her.

Making Charles curse as they all quickly got out of their booth and rushed over to her , shaking his head in defeat .

Because what this idiot didn't know was that his girlfriend wasn't afraid of anyone. Not even a man that was twice her size .

"Where's the lie?!" The man shouted down at her , looking over at Charles with a sneer. "How many races has been won? He's crashed more times into a wall than he has won! He's Pathetic!" He insulted him.

Charles just looked back at him blankly , shaking his head . Christ. He thought grimly as he watched Cherrie straightened up and tighten her fists.

Wrong move.

"How many times have you been floored?!" She suddenly questioned him. Ignoring Charles tugging at her arm . Lando and Pierre giggling at her other side , enjoying the show.

The man frowned in confusion "what? None? What has that got to do with anything you stupid woman?!" He shot back at her , taking a step towards her threateningly .

Charles tensed . Cherrie just smiled wickedly .

Shrugging her shoulders casually as she took a small step back before saying "well, there's a first time for everything asshole!" Then she cocked her fist back and punched the fucker right in his jaw.

The man went down like a sack of potatoes , everyone gasping in shock as they watched on.

Pierre was in tears of laughter as he clutched at His stomach . Lando was just filming while giggling to himself .

"That's what you get you ignorant bastard! You have no idea how good of a driver he is because your clearly too stupid to see talent!" She spat down at him , picking up his drink and throwing it at him as well.

Charles gasped and quickly wrapped his hands around her arms to try and pull her away as the large man began to stagger back to his feet.

"Oh my god!" Charles sounded a little hysterical in panic as he looked at the mans furious face in front of them. A large bruise already spreading across his face and neck, his face covered in liquor .

"Cherrie! Come on ! You've done more than enough damage!" He exclaimed as he watched the mans friends try to pull him back as well.

But apparently his girlfriend wasn't done because she had decided to do some emotional damage next , leaving him to wince as she pointed her finger rudely into the mans face .

"Your mother should have fucking spat you out! Instead she's saddled with her biggest mistake for the rest of her life! She has my pity!" She continued to verbally assault him as well.

Charles just sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist , hauling her away instead . With his girlfriend still struggling to be put down, kicking out her feet to try and catch the asshole with her heels.

Still screaming her head off as she pointed her finger at him in disgust .

"I could eat alphabet soup and shit out a smarter person than you. And they wouldn't even be real!" She screeched as Charles spun her around , still holding her in the air as he carried her ass away from the man.

Pierre and lando were trailing after them in hysterics , watching as Cherrie tried to look over Charles shoulder to keep the idiot in her line of sight . Still fuming.

"Assholes like you are the reason that we have a middle finger to use! Hope you're ready to eat shit when you see me and my boyfriend on the podium next week! Bitch!" She screamed over Charles shoulder at him.

Charles let out a small snort at that. Tightening his grip around her waist as he pushed them through the wide eyed crowds that had been watching his insane girlfriend lose her shit.

"Okay! Calm down bébé ! I think you got your point across!" He exclaimed to her once he finally managed to find the exist door. Wasting not time in getting them out of there .

Cherrie had just continued to huff and puff as he carried her all the way to his car. Placing her in the passenger seat and buckling her in, ignoring the way she was muttering about he should have let her at him some more .

Instead Charles , so overcome with love and awe for the woman in front of him, who was willing to beat anyone's ass for talking bad at him. He gently kissed the pout off her lips , nudging his nose against her own gently to calm her down.

She may have been a nut job but she was his nut job.

"A little protective?!" Pierre laughed beside him, shooting him a look. "Just a little? And what about you huh? You never let anyone even mess with her either!" He reminded him.

Charles flushed , blinking over at his friend innocently . "I'm not that bad." He tried to deny , sinking back into his seat with embarrassment when his friend let out a loud loud of disbelief .

"Not that bad? " he echoed in amusement as he thought back to all those times that Charles had casually scolded his friends over their behaviour to Cherrie .

There was that time when Charles , Pierre , lando and Daniel had been sat together at a restaurant having lunch.

They had already been sat there for twenty minutes , groaning loudly about how hungry they were but Charles refused to even budge .

"We're not ordering until she gets here. She texted me to say that she is on her way." He told them firmly as he typed another reply out on his phone to ask her if she was any closer yet.

He couldn't deny that he was hungry and dying to eat. But it just wouldn't feel right to him to start eating without her, they always had their meals together , he wasn't about to change that now.

Daniel looked at him with wide eyes , wondering if Charles was truly oblivious to his girlfriends constant lateness .

"She always says that! has she ever arrived on time? Or even less than an hour later? It's like she can't read the time!" He exclaimed , a little pissy from not being fed .

Pierre nodded in agreement , smiling . "He's right. We were waiting for two hours to get into that club , outside in the freezing cold because your girlfriend was 'on her way!' . She's never on her way!" He recalled .

Lando was wise enough not to say a word. Instead he just sat back in his seat and watched it unfold in front of him in amusement .

Charles frowned at his friends , annoyed. To him it simply didn't matter , as long as she eventually arrived safe and sound , then he didn't care how long he had to wait.

"She's a busy woman! She can't always be on time!" He shot back at him. Ignoring Daniels cough of "never on time!' And instead continued to tell them.

"-plus she likes to take her time getting ready. You can't rush perfection." He said it with all seriousness , smiling down at his phone as Cherrie told him that she was literally just another two minutes away.

Pierre just sighed at his blind in love friend , knowing that there was no point in telling him otherwise .

He loved her too much to hear anything negative about her. In his mind she was perfect. No matter what she did or said. Or how long she kept them waiting .

Then Charles suddenly glanced over to where Daniel was sitting at the end of the table , where it was a seat big enough for two with a perfect window view.

Daniel rose his brow at him once he caught Charles frowning at him "what?" He asked.

Charles just pushed up from his seat , pocketing his phone.

"I need you to swap seats . Cherrie likes to sit at the end of the table and I want to sit next to her." He informed him casually . Already making his way over to the other end of the table .

Daniel gaped at him "but this is my seat! Why should I move?!" He looked over at lando and Pierre for help, getting grins instead.

It wasn't the first time that Charles had demanded them to move seats before , he wanted Cherrie to have the best seat in the house always. No matter who he had to steal it from.

She came first . Always.

Charles just looked at him blankly "because that's Cherrie's seat. She likes to look out the window during dinner. Makes her feel less claustrophobic." He simply told him. Already tugging at his arm to literally pull him out of the seat himself, getting impatient .

As Daniel was hauled out of his seat, he could only Gape at his friend in disbelief .

"Claustrophobic?! The restaurant is massive! What's next? Do you want to take my kidney to give to her too?!" He exclaimed dramatically . Huffing his way over to his new seat.

Charles just rolled his eyes "if she was going to have anybody's kidney, it would be mine. Oh look-!" He suddenly brightened up as he caught sight of Cherrie coming through the doo. "-she's here! Call the waiter over now!" Before he rushed over to greet his girlfriend with a kiss.

Wrapping his arm around her waist as he lead her over to the table , chatting her ear off about what his morning had been like so far.

Ignoring the looks that he was getting from his friends as he gently pushed her into Daniels old seat, sliding in next to her till their thighs were touching and his arm was pressed against her side .

The smile never leaving his face the whole night . Even when he made Pierre switch plates with Cherrie because she didn't like her food.

Not even when he made lando give Cherrie his jacket when they were leaving , refusing to let her leave without one once he saw her shivering. He had left his own jacket at home , hence why he was mugging lando of his instead .

At the reminder of that day, Charles just rolled his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with making sure that my girlfriend is comfortable and happy .." he took a sip of his water . Fighting the urge to check his phone to see if she had replied to his texts yet.

Pierre just snorted "even if it's at the expense of others happiness. Like my ham burger that I was really looking forward to eating.." he sent him a pointed , unimpressed look.

Charles clicked his tongue , unashamed . Shaking his head at his friend as though he was the silly one.

"The tuna she had was making her feel sick! She doesn't like fish!" He exclaimed like it was common knowledge that everyone was supposed to know.

Pierre looked at him like he was insane "then why did she order it?! And why did you have to mug me of my food?!" He exclaimed . Grinning despite himself. More amused than upset.

Charles scowled at him , ready to defend Cherrie to his last dying breath. Over everything and anything, no matter how stupid .

"She hasn't been to that restaurant before! She didn't know what it was that she ordered! It wasn't her fault!" He then huffed "and her favourite is pasta. Trust me, it was better for me to give her your food than not to. She goes crazy when she's hungry." He stated seriously . Grimacing a little at the thought.

The last time his girlfriend had went all day without eating anything , she had gotten into a fight with their team over the colour of her car .

They had looked at her in disbelief when she tapped the side of her car with a huff , her stomach rumbling .

"It's just so-" she huffed again "red!"

Their manager had gaped at her "it's a Ferrari car! Of course it's red!" He had exclaimed .

Cherrie had just whined "I know that but - how about a darker red? Like if I got a paper cut and bled all over the metal kind of red?" Before she could go into another tangent about all the different shades of red she preferred . Charles had spotted her hassling their team and quickly hurried over with a sandwich in his hand.

Having been running around looking for her since he had found out that she was annoying everyone she could . Then he had remembered that she had skipped out of their apartment without anything to eat and quickly realised what was happening.

She was just hungry. That was why she was terrorising everyone .

Once he had fed her , she was back to normal .

Chewing on the last bite happily as she tilted her head at her again, sighing pleasantly as she tucked herself into his side.

Looking between their team and her boyfriend , she smiled .

"I actually quite like this shade of red. There's nothing wrong with it at all. It's lovely." She casually said as though she hadn't just been almost crying over the colour .

They all exchanged similar looks between exasperation and amusement . Charles just laughing because he was used to it.

So , his girlfriend was a little unhinged? It made his life a little more exciting.

Pierre was adamant about how over protective of his she was. Pursing his lips stubbornly "she would kill someone if they even just upset you mate. Do I need to remind you of that disaster race?" He brought up knowingly .

The interviewer let out a small laugh "oh I think I know which one you're on about." Everyone did.

Charles paused at that, opening and closing his mouth several times for a moment before sighing long and hard in defeat .

"Okay... maybe she's a little protective. But I like it." He simply muttered. "Makes me love her more. If that's even possible . She makes me feel safe. I don't have to worry when she's around because I know she's always for my back. Even when she's not technically supposed to." He laughed.

Thinking back to his disaster crash last year when his wheels had made contact with Max's and sent him flying into the wall.

Cherrie had been driving right behind them when it happened and she could only watch with wide eyes as a familiar red car went flying in front of her , the redbull car being forced off the track with it.

She could only hear the pounding of her heart in her ears as she quickly pushed her radio on , the red light flashing as the safety car was deployed . But Cherrie was frozen in her car , only a metre away from the two crashed cars.

"That was Charles wasn't it?! Is he okay?! Why isn't he getting out?!" She almost screamed in panic as she kept her eyes glued onto his car , praying for him to get out so that she could see with her own two eyes that he was okay.

"It was Charles Cherrie but I need you to pull back and follow the safety car now." The voice came over her radio calmly .

Yet she felt anything but . Slamming her hands against her wheel for a moment as she looked over to the safety car that she was supposed to follow and between her boyfriends crashed one anxiously .

"Why isn't anybody here yet? He needs to get out! Has he turned his engine off?!" She demanded to know, starting her car again as she slowly crept towards the crash scene instead.

Hearing her team panic over her radio once they saw what she was doing.

"Cherrie! Stay in your car and move away now! The medics are on the way!" Was frantically said.

She just huffed to herself. Ignoring them as she pulled her car forward and stopped right beside the crashed cars.

"They're taking too long! I'm gonna get him out! Sorry! Any consequences will be on me guys but I don't care right now!" She announced firmly before turning off her radio and quickly pulling herself up and out of her car.

Wasting no time as she ran over to the messed up Ferrari car , kneeling down beside it as she quickly pulled out the wheel in a panic .

"bébé ! Are you okay? Tell me you're okay!" She shouted down to her boyfriend . Letting out a loud sigh of relief when he let out a groan , wiggling in his seat as he looked up at her.

Reaching forward , she made sure that his engine had been turned off before sliding his visor up so that she could see his eyes. Her heart breaking at the sight of the tears covering them.

She knew how much this race had meant to him, how much he had wanted to win. And he had been so close to the goal before max had knocked him off the track.

"I've lost again!" Charles murmured to her , upset as he reached up to grab her hands so she could help pull him out . Wincing as he did so.

She pulled off her own helmet and tossed it aside as he did the same thing with his own. Then she reached up and wrapped her arms around him in a relieved embrace . Her heart still racing from seeing the love of her life crash like that.

"That doesn't matter C. What matters is that you're okay! What the fuck happened?! You were doing so good!" She exclaimed as she glanced over her shoulder to Max's car just as he started to pull himself out. Pushing the hands of the crew away from him.

Charles shook his head in frustration as he placed his hands on his hips , pursing his lips to keep back the tears that wanted to escape .

She knew that he would take the loss to heart, he always did.

"I tried to pass him on the bend and instead of leaving room he just fucking boxed me in! I tried to turn the wheel but his back wheel had already made contact! It's not fair! I was doing so well too!" He groaned as he placed his hands over his eyes, applying pressure .

Cherrie saw red.

Gently patting her boyfriend on his back before uttering a "one minute bébé ." Before she jogged over to where max was walking away.

He hadn't even checked to see if Charles was okay! She fumed as she came to stop in front of him, then she shoved him hard , startling him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Did you suddenly forget how to drive max?! Why didn't you leave him enough space! You knew what would happen if you closed the gap and yet you did it anyway!" She blew up on him, jabbing her finger into his chest harshly .

Leaving Charles to watch her with wide eyes, not daring to get in between them. He knew better than to jump in front of his girlfriend when she was livid like this.

And anyways . He did want to see her go ape shit on max . He deserved it for running him off the track.

Max just scoffed and batted her hands off of him, raising his visor so she could see him glaring at her.

"Your stupid boyfriend is the one who thought it would be a good idea to try and pass me in a corner like that!" He snapped back at her.

Cherrie let out a strangled noise of anger and disbelief "that's the whole point of racing you dickhead! To overtake the other! Or did the crash make you lose what little brain cells you had left?!" She shoved him again , the image of Charles flying full force at the wall not leaving her mind.

Max was just as angry then, shaking his head at her hatefully . It was safe to say that the two had never gotten along very well before hand either , now that he had crashed into her boyfriend...

Well, she was done playing nice.

"Oh fuck off! You don't know what you're talking about . You're absolutely crazy!" He Snapped back at her.

Cherrie let out a humourless laugh "I don't? You're saying that I'm the stupid one?!"

Max shrugged "you said it not me!"

She seethed "thank your lucky stars that I don't see you off the track max . 'Cause I'd fucking wring your neck for this!" She threatened him, meaning it too.

Watching as his girlfriend took a step closer to max , not doubt to threaten him some more , Charles finally moved and jogged over to her quickly . Aware that there was a lot of cameras being trained on them and that she could get into a lot of trouble for this.

"Cherrie come on.." he muttered to her . Not even looking at Max as he tried to pull her away.

Max laughed "yeah Cherrie . You heard your little boyfriend . Leave me alone!" He threw at her bitterly.

Cherrie looked at Charles blankly "what do you think will happen if I punch him?" The question was spoken so casually that max took a large step away from her , aware of her temper and how she wasn't afraid to fight anybody either . Consequences be damned.

Charles cleared his throat , trying to push down his own little smirk at her behaviour .

Instead he put on a serious face and shook his head at her .

"Not a good idea. You're already gonna be in the shit's for jumping out of your car . Don't risk it." He pleaded to her lightly.

Not wanting to see her get into more trouble than she no doubt already was in.

Seeing the way she hesitated, still side eyeing max dangerously . He decided to just remove her from the scene before she actually did what she wanted to do.

Beat the ass of anyone that dared to hurt him.

He even let her drag him over to the medics to make her happy too .

Their interviewer looked amused "wow. It seems like you two really love other . I guess it's safe to say that the relationship between you two it's pretty serious." He commented to him.

Charles couldn't help but smirk a little , his eyes misheviously meeting Pierre's as they both shared a knowing look between them.

Shifting in his seat with a small , amused laugh as his phone buzzed in his lap. Glancing down at it just in time to see cherries beaming face pop up on his screen.

It was one of his favourite pictures of them as his screensaver too. The photo was from her sisters wedding they had attended . It was a small, family only event . Cherrie had hosted the whole thing in their back garden and it had been turned into a wonderland for the night .

Cherrie had giggled and teased him all night for breaking out into endless tears when they said their vows , his lips trembling as he clutched onto his girlfriends hands for dear life , as though she was going to run away if he let go.

He had just been so in love that as he watched her sister and one of their friends get married and promises till death do they part , it had hit him that night, that was what he wanted too.

He wanted to be stood at the end of the isle waiting for Cherrie one day . He wanted to watch her walk down the isle with her arm being held onto by her fathers as he gave her away.

He had no doubt in his mind that she was his person. He had known since he was twelve years old that she was the one.

All she needed was a bit of convincing and a little time for her to come to the same conclusion as he had so long ago.

By the end of the night the both of them had drank enough wine to be unashamed of their public display of affection. They had spent the whole night attached to each other , so much so that her father had joked that their skin was going to fuse soon if they weren't careful.

They had been stood by the archway in the garden where her sister had gotten married. Cherrie had been muttering a stupid joke in his ear as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and leant his cheek against her shoulder.

Grinning up at her like the man in love that he was , his eyes glued to her giggling lips as she hooked her arm behind his neck to bring him closer . Neither of them had seen the photographer near them with her camera aimed at them, too lost in each other to notice anything else .

"What do you call two spiders that just got married?" She giggled as she barely got her own question out , her cheeks flushed from the amount of wine they had consumed.

Charles had been fairing no Better, his eyes glazed and beyond happy as he gazed at her with love in his eyes. Giggling because she was .

She had titled her head at him, meeting his eyes mischievously as she ran her fingers through his hair without even realising that she was doing it.

"Newly webs!" She barely got the joke out from her own snorting laughter . The both of them too drunk on wine and each other as they started hysterically giggling, leaning on each other for support.

Then the photo had been taken at that exact moment . With Charles looking at her like she had hung every star in the sky above them and Cherrie beaming up at him proudly , pleased that she had made him laugh.

"Yeah .." he chuckled as he tapped his ring finger against his phone screen absentmindedly.

"I'd say it's pretty serious ." He smirked as he tilted his hand so that the camera could focus on the new gold band that was sat proudly on his ring finger.

The interviewers eyes widened in shock as Pierre giggled beside him at Charles's lack of subtly.

"Are you- is that what I think it is?" The man looked over at him in surprise .

Charles looked down at his ring , running his fingertip gently over the words carved in the gold.

Je t'aime. It read.

He smiled softly , his face softening as he squeezed his finger with the ring on.

Sighing contently "it is. It's an engagement ring." He simply replied.

The man smiled "ah that's lovely! When did you propose?" He wanted to know . No doubt the whole world did.

At that Charles let out a loud laugh, smirking cheekily as he shook his head. Utterly gleeful.

"I didn't ." He looked at the mans confused face and laughed even harder .

"Cherrie did. She couldn't even let me do it! I had a plan and everything!" He exclaimed in amusement .

It was just like her to do something like that. He should have expected it really . She always was the one to do everything first .

It hadn't been a particularly special day, Cherrie and him had decided to race around the track with their friends after getting permission to do so from their teams .

It was a completely different atmosphere without all the fans filling the area and they had been having fun just joking around and having fun. Racing against each other as someone kept the tally, and whoever won got a large plastic crown that Cherrie had found in one of the shops .

He hadn't even known anything was going on when Cherrie dragged him out of his seat and demanded that he race her and her alone.

He didn't think anything of it because his girlfriend was a competitive woman who liked to kick ass in any game . Loved to rub it in his face that she always won.

So he had just laughed and rolled his eyes at her playfully as he let her shove his helmet back over his head . Their friends exchanging knowing looks between them as they all got out their cameras to film their race .

Cherrie was beaming as she put on her own helmet , lifting up the visor for a moment so she could look him in his eyes .

"If I win I get to ask you a question." She suddenly said as she playfully kicked at his hip , getting a slap on-top of her helmet in return.

He had just laughed and squinted his eyes at her in slight confusion . Wondering what type of game she was playing with him.

She had been known to spin truth or dare on people at the most random of times . Forcing them to admit something embarrassing or do something equally as mortifying as a forfeit .

So , he still had no clue at all.

Instead he had just grinned and squeezed her hip affectionately before moving past her to her in his own car.

"You can ask me whatever you want but I'm not telling you what I got you for your birthday Cherrie.." he called over to her laughing . She had been bugging him none stop about it.

Trying to guess what he could have gotten her that she didn't already have .

Grinning to himself as he buckled himself in. Feeling excited at the very thought of her birthday because what the love of his life doesn't know was that he had gotten her the lost important gift she would ever receive from him.

He had gotten her a ring . A beautiful gold ring with real diamonds lining it and a stunning emerald stone right in the middle .

He had a plan.

He was going to make her blow out her candles on her cake at the party and then when she turned around to kiss him like she usually did , he was going to be down on one knee asking her to marry him.

He couldn't wait .

There was still no suspicion in his mind as they flew around the track, her radio open to his as she kept teasing him . Her car a good few seconds ahead of him.

Because of course she was winning. She always did.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you looked today bébé?" She said to him over the radio . Knowing how much her complement would fluster him.

Charles could feel his face heat up from under his helmet . Keeping his eyes firmly on her car in front of him as they turned a sharp corner , still struggling to catch up to her .

"About a hundred times already yes ." He chuckled shyly, recalling the way they had almost not made it out of their door that morning .

The radio went silent for a few minutes as they concentrated on racing each other . Charles finally managing to catch up on the last lap.

His radio crackled back to life "just a few more seconds to go C. Are you ready to answer a question that's been on my mind for a while now?" She questioned him casually as the finish line came into sight .

Charles sighed in defeat , knowing that she was about to win again. Yet he couldn't find it in himself to be upset .

Instead he was smiling to himself as he answered her.

"Alright . Lay it on me mon amour." He said just as they passed the finish line . Chuckling to himself as he began to slow down his car to be next to her own, tilting his head to try and see her .

He could just see her helmet tilting in his direction as she waved her hand out cheekily at him.

Then her voice came through again, calm and casual like nothing was out of the ordinary as she finally spoke up.

"You still love me? Even though i beat you again?" She asked him softly , seeming to seriously want to know the answer . Even though it was obvious.

Charles just grinned to himself , heart feeling full.

"Of course I do. I've loved you since I was twelve years old Cherrie . You humiliating at every game we play isn't going to change that." He teased her.

Cherrie just let out a quiet laugh , something shifting in her voice that made his grin fade . Concern filling him the longer she stayed silent .

Frowning a little as he kept his eyes on her helmet covered head as he wondered what she was thinking. surprised that she wasn't rambling on and rubbing her win in his face like she usually did .

Before he could speak up and ask her if she was okay , the radio finally came back to life and her soft , hesitant voice came through the line.

"Okay .. that's good otherwise this might have been a little awkward .." she giggled a little nervously making him tense .

Because Cherrie never got nervous. What was going on?

It was only then that he noticed their friends hanging over the railing with their phones held up in their direction as they all grinned their way.

"Cherrie-" he started to question her , confused.

But she quickly cut him off , her smile evident in her voice .

"Will you marry me Charles? Cause I want to marry you. I think you'd look amazing at the end of the isle waiting for me." She asked him seriously , voice confident yet still so nervous as she waited for him to answer .

Charles could only blink over at where she was still sat in her car with wide eyes , his heart racing in his chest as he inhaled sharply . Tears quickly filling his eyes as he let her question sink in.

She was asking him to marry him.

Four days before he was supposed to ask her to marry him as well.

He couldn't believe it!

Letting out a wet laugh as the tears began to rain like a waterfall from his eyes , his voice both thick with emotion and amusement .

Because of course she got there first .

"I can't believe you beat me to it." His voice cracked as he spoke . Utterly speechless .

Was he dreaming or did the love of his life just propose to him over the radio after beating him in a race?

Cherries voice came through , amused and more then confused as she voiced a "what do you mean? What else have I beat you in?" Laughing a little.

Charles cried "oh my god. I had a plan and everything! Not as good as yours though! Fucking hell Cherrie! Get out your car mon amour!" Was all he managed to choke out before he removed his steering wheel and jumped out.

Seeing Cherrie do the same as he ran over to her, throwing his helmet off to the side while she gently placed hers inside of the car . Charles didn't care if he broke his, too busy wrapping his arms around her tightly as he lifted her feet up off the ground , twirling them around in circles .

Laughing tearfully as she shrieked with giggles, clinging onto his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly.

"Sooo is that a yes bébé?" She needed to know as she pulled her face back so she could meet his eyes.

Laughing gently at how emotional he was as she wiped away the tears that kept kept falling from his eyes , leaning up to kiss them all away.

Charles let out a tearful scoff , smacking his lips against hers over and over again. Kisses Messy and dramatic , just like she was.

Sniffling loudly as the same butterflies that had swarmed his stomach when he was a teenager getting beaten with gloves while Cherrie cursed him out at the kart racing when they were just twelve and eleven years old.

The same butterfly's that had never fucking left .

He might as well start naming them because they were going the be with him for as long as Cherrie was.

Forever now.

"Yes! Of course I'm gonna marry you mon amour! I've been planning to since the moment we met!" He laughed as he pulled away from her lips to beam at her .

Only to look down at his hand as he felt her slide a ring onto his finger . Starting to cry again as he read the words engraved on it .

"Forever." He sniffled before blowing a raspberry into the air as he tried to pull himself together . Slowly putting her back down on her feet as he wiped his tears away with his hands quickly .

Then he remembered her ring sitting at home in his sock drawer and laughed . Squeezing her cheeks into the palms of his hands as he squished her lips together playfully , making her giggle as she gazed up at him happily .

"Guess you're gonna open your birthday present early after all." He huffed jokingly as he kissed her again, just because he could.

Hearing their friends yell and scream their names happily , peering over his shoulder at them with a laugh as he saw a few of them crying. No doubt having been in on her little plan.

Cherrie just smiled at him, not seeming surprised that he had planned to ask her to marry him too.

He supposed he had never been the subtlest of people. He had openly and loudly told anyone that would listen to him over the years that he was going to marry her one day.

He just hasn't expected her to beat him to it. By four fucking days too!

It was just like her to pull something like this.

"I love you. I want to be your pain in the ass for the rest of our lives." She told him sweetly as she interlaced their fingers together and began to lead him over to their celebrating friends who were already cracking open the champagne.

Charles snorted a laugh, looking down at her with love in his eyes. The love spilling out of him as his heart was already too full.

He was going to marry his best friend. After dreaming about putting a ring on her finger since the day he first met her .

It couldn't get any better than that.

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anticomedygarden · 10 months

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they all want your white body

5 times Alex defends Henry (and Henry is pleasantly surprised) (though he should really know better by now) + 1 time Henry defends Alex (and Alex isn't surprised) (because no matter what anyone says, Henry is the goddamn bravest man he's ever met)

title is from billy joel's 'everybody loves you now'. the whole quote i wanted to use for the title was, "they all want your white body/and they await your reply/but between you and me and the Staten Island Ferry/so do I," but i figured that was too long

cross-posted on ao3

1. The Charity Gala

As much as Henry wished he could pretend he didn't know the man walking toward him, he knew that once those beady eyes latched onto him, there would be no escaping Mr. George Blackwell.

He had just enough time to whisper, "Run while you still can," into Alex's ear before Blackwell was upon them in all his glinting golden glory. Honestly, where did he find all that precious metal? "Ah, Mr. Blackwell. I'm glad you could make it," Henry bit out, raising his champagne flute to his lips and suddenly wishing for something a bit stronger. His words were at least a kernel of the truth for the man's only redeeming quality at functions such as this was his extensive bank account.

Blackwell gave him a once over. "Yes, good evening, Your Royal Highness." He turned to Alex. "And this must be-"

"Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry's boyfriend," Alex interrupted, causing Blackwell's face to take on a delightful red color. When Alex stuck his hand out for a handshake, Blackwell hesitated but eventually took it for a fraction of a second.

"That's lovely." He turned back to Henry. "Say, did you hear that George Jr. just finished his enlistment?"

Henry put on his camera smile, the one Alex hated so much, and said, "Is that so?"

Blackwell nodded and continued to prattle on about his son and his particularly bland life with his particularly bland job after his particularly bland whatever, and Henry tuned him out, instead choosing to rub Alex's inner thigh under the safety of the table cloth, at least until one jab broke through the reverie.

"...But it's such a shame nowadays that some men won't take up their proper place to enlist. Real men are becoming few and far between."

Henry nearly rolled his eyes, unfazed by the unoriginal insult.

What did surprise him was Alex. The dark haired man set down his drink, leaned forward, and said, "You're right; it is a shame." Henry raised his eyebrows at him, but Alex didn't stop. "It's a real shame that men still think their masculinity is in jeopardy if they don't have enough dominance over other people."

Blackwell spluttered, but, again, Alex continued. "No, really, I'm so glad a huge chunk of the government's budget is going toward ensuring men like you can get off feeling superior to not just everyone else in your country, but everyone else in the whole world."

Henry didn't think his eyebrows could go any higher, but one look at Blackwell had them trying. Nevertheless, he thought it might be a good idea to take Alex out before he goaded this man into a fist fight.

"I'm ready to go, Alex. How about you?"

Alex glanced at him sheepishly, not looking a bit apologetic, and, honestly, Henry didn't want him to be. Watching Alex argue with bigots only got more fun the longer they were together.

The second they were out in the hall, they both broke down in laughter. Henry could hardly breathe.

"God, did you see his face?" Alex gasped.

Henry nodded, still laughing. "I thought he might hit you!"

"No way he was gonna punch me, not with witnesses."

Henry shook his head, though he was smiling. "I love you so much."

Alex put his hands on Henry's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. "I love you, too."

2. Philip

Henry woke to an empty bed.

Groaning, he flopped his arm across Alex's side in the hopes that his boyfriend was somewhere over there but regretfully came up with nothing.

He decided on a different approach. "Alex?"

There was no answer.

He really didn't want to get up.

David clearly didn't either as he had burrowed into Alex's empty nest of blankets.

Henry got up.

Groggily, he meandered around the upstairs, and, determining Alex wasn't up there, he walked slowly down the stairs and stopped when he heard Alex's voice, tense and angry.

"No, we're not going to do that," he was saying. "No - stop - stop talking...You're not listening to me! We're not doing that because we're not your happy little queers to parade around when you need media points, Philip!"

Ah. Henry sat down on the stairs. This was sure to be an interesting conversation, one that wouldn't make him feel guilty at all.

"Yes, it is. Whether you like it or not, that's exactly what you're trying to do."

There was a moment of silence as Philip said his piece.

"I don't care what your Gran thinks."

Oh, Philip was sure to love that.

"How the hell is this our fault, Philip? You want to control the tabloids? Get better libel laws."

There was the sound of something being slammed on the counter, and then Alex appeared at the bottom of the stair case. He did a double take. "How long have you been sitting there?"

Henry rested his elbow on his knee and his head in his hand. "Long enough. How long have you been up?"

"Only since Philip called, so about a half hour."

Henry winced. "I'm so sorry."

But Alex waved him off. "It's fine. You know how much I love yelling at people for you."

"Still." Henry hummed, then something occurred to him. "Did Philip call you directly?"

It would be incredibly odd if he had. For one, the two had always had a contentious relationship, barely speaking to each other when they were forced to and certainly never going out of their way to converse. For another, Philip knew full well that Henry would be far more willing to lie down and take whatever he had to say.

Alex shook his head. "Your phone started ringing, and I thought it was mine. I didn't want to wake you up."

Henry really should be used to it by now, how considering and amazing Alex was, but it still surprised him every time.

He got up and walked down the stairs, right into Alex's waiting arms. "Thank you for yelling at Philip for me, darling."

"Anytime, sweetheart." They stood there for a moment. "Let's have waffles for breakfast."

"Alright." They broke apart and began gathering the stuff for breakfast. "What did Philip want?"

Alex didn't look up. "Nothing important."

3. The Crown

Merely a week after his and Alex's engagement was released to the public, Henry came home from work to discover a ridiculously large envelope addressed from the Crown stuffed in their mailbox.

Had it been any other day, Henry would have waited until Alex got home to open it to, you know, preserve his mental health, but on this particular day, Alex wouldn't be home for several hours at least, and he was still riding the high from being newly engaged, so he opened it.

That was his first mistake.

His second was attempting to sift through the pages and pages of legal documents and wedding information after a full workday without caffeine in his system.

Immediately, he got a sick feeling in his stomach, the same feeling he used to get when Philip came to Kensington or when news came of Gran delivering her orders. The Crown was trying to control every last aspect of their wedding, from location to color scheme to wedding party.

He was just starting to feel the beginnings of a migraine when his eyes caught on one sentence in particular.

You are to live in Kensington once the honeymoon is over.

No.

They would have to give up everything they had worked for in New York. Alex would never be a politician or a lawyer. They would have to leave the brownstone permanently. No more dreams of a ceremony in Texas.

Just like that, Henry was done. He crossed his arms on the kitchen table and laid his head down. In the back of his head, he pulled out a thought he had been entertaining for weeks now, ever since he'd decided to propose.

There was the sound of the front door opening and shutting, and then David skittered into the foyer, presumably to bring Alex to Henry.

Sure enough, the next thing Henry heard was Alex entering the kitchen. He still didn't raise his head.

"Sweetheart? What's wrong?"

Henry felt tears prick at his eyes. How could he be so horrible, subjecting his wonderful fiance to people like this, people who were so determined to make them suffer?

A hand began carding through his hair, and he heard Alex start pulling papers toward him to examine.

The hand in his hair stopped, and Henry whined. Alex must've figured out what the papers were for because he didn't acknowledge his fiance's groans.

"This is bullshit, babe," Alex said, voice sounding incredibly restrained. Henry appreciated that Alex was trying to remain calm for him, but he'd honestly rather Alex be screaming. It's what he deserved. "They can't force us to do anything."

Henry laughed humorlessly. "As long as it's a royal wedding, they own it."

Alex shook his head. "Fuck 'em-"

"That's not how it works," Henry explained. "They'll make you convert to Anglicanism." His voice dropped. "They'll make us move."

His third mistake was believing the Crown could control him, or, better yet, Alex.

"Fuck that, babe. We can do whatever we want. We can fly to Vegas and elope under the ministrations of fucking Elvis-"

Alex continued like that for a while, and as Henry watched the man he loved most in the world nearly knock over their salt shaker as he gesticulated wildly, Henry knew what he wanted to do.

"I want to abdicate," he said.

Alex stopped suddenly, mouth open, hands still in the air. "You what?"

Henry sat up finally and looked Alex in the eyes. "I want to abdicate."

Looking a bit lost, Alex cleared his throat. "Okay, not that I don't fully support this, but," he paused. "If you're just doing this because of the wedding, there are other options. I wasn't kidding about Vegas-"

Henry shook his head, a fond look on his face. "No, I've been thinking about this for a while. I don't want the Crown holding themselves over us for the rest of our lives. First this, then what? When we have kids, they'll try and force us into surrogacy to preserve the line of succession. They'll fight you on all of your political opinions. We'll never get a break. At least this way, there'll be some degree of separation." He stopped himself, afraid he'd work himself up into crying again.

Alex took Henry's hands then and pulled him closer so he could whisper in his ear. "You're sure?"

Henry nodded, and Alex twisted so he was sitting in his lap. "Well, alright then."

4. Twitter

The article was a joke. It was the kind of thing one was only supposed to see at the checkout of a grocery store, but somehow, the internet got a hold of it, and now it was plastered on every social media site everywhere.

But seriously, who would believe that Henry has murdered someone? All of Twitter, apparently, because he had been getting notifications about it all day, even though he was the least likely of all the royal siblings (and the Super Six, really), to murder someone. The article didn't even name the person he had supposedly killed, simply saying it was a boy from Eton.

Henry tried to tell Alex it was just another rumor that would die out in a week, especially with as ridiculous as it was, but Alex insisted on saying something. At least Henry had convinced him not to address it directly, knowing acknowledging it would only give it power.

In the end, Henry turned off Twitter for a week and put Shaan in charge of his phone.

When he finally looked at Twitter again, the first thing he saw was a post from Alex.

[image of Henry reading on the couch with David curled on his stomach]

Happy Tuesday to the most amazing person I've ever met. Hen, I'll stand by you in everything you do because you've never done anything wrong in your life. Love you, sweetheart!

Little shit.

5. Henry himself

As soon as Henry woke up, he knew it was going to be a bad day. The distance from the bed to the hallway seemed like infinity, and he barely found the strength to roll over. Alex was nowhere to be found, and Henry hoped he would be gone at least until Henry mustered the energy to at least leave the bed. He hated people seeing him like this, even if having Alex here would probably make.him feel so much better.

He laid there for another hour? Two hours? Henry didn't know, but at some point, Alex quietly opened the bedroom door and came to sit next to Henry.

"Hey, sweetheart. How you feeling?" He set something on the bedside table and turned back to Henry, carding his fingers through his hair. "And don't lie."

Henry blinked his eyes open, awed that Alex knew something was wrong before Henry had even woken up. "Not great."

Alex hummed. "I brought you tea and Jaffa Cakes for whenever you're ready." He stood from the bed, and Henry watched him walk around to the other side. He closed his eyes and felt the bed dip as Alex laid down, curling around Henry in a parenthesis.

"How did you know?" Henry whispered, finding himself caring more about the answer than he really has any right to.

Alex made a confused noise. "Babe, it's 1:30." Henry didn't have it in him to be surprised, but he was sure when he was feeling better, it would hit him hard. "I figured you were either feeling bad or coming down with something."

An arm came down around Henry's middle. "I'm sorry. I know this isn't easy for you."

Alex shook his head against Henry's back. "It's the easiest thing in the world, sweetheart."

+1. The Queen

"I simply cannot allow this. You will release a statement in the morning rescinding the announcement.

Alex didn't have to look at the queen to know she had that stupid little smug look on her face, the one that meant she was being a bitch, a bitch to her grandchildren no less.

Alex also didn't have to look at Henry to know that he had one of his various press faces on, the one that signaled practiced neutrality. It was better than the press smile, but not by much.

"No, they won't be doing that," Catherine said. "For one, you can't control whether or not they're engaged." That's great, Alex thought, except she actually could. "Ignoring that, they can't rescind now without you coming off horribly in the press."

Again, that would be great if she didn't believe the entirety of the UK's population were huge homophobes, something Alex would say if he could get a word in without being interrupted by a certain someone.

Mary started again. "The country is simply not ready-"

Suddenly, Henry clutched Alex's thigh hard enough to elicit a gasp, and everyone's eyes turned to them. "That's enough."

And, holy shit, Alex's jaw fucking dropped because Henry just interrupted the queen of England. Well. Alex had always wondered what being beheaded felt like.

Mary opened her mouth to say something, but Henry held up a hand. Yep, they were 100% dead. "No, I've sat here and listened for long enough. You know what I came here to tell you today?" He took a deep breath, and, alright, this wasn't how they'd discussed breaking the news, but, apparently, this was happening. "I'm abdicating."

The room went silent as everyone processed the news. Bea, of course, already knew, and simply sipped her coke, but Philip's face was completely white. Catherine's eyes were wide, betraying a glint of pride. Queen Mary, though-

"Over him?" she said, poise slipping minutely. "You would give up your birthright and embarrass your family for this American man?"

She said it with such disdain that Alex tried not to be offended, and he had to try even harder to keep his mouth shut.

Henry, it seemed, was not taking the same precautions. Alex squeezed his hand in support. "Yes, Gran, I would." He stood, taking Alex with him. "I love him, and I don't want to have to hide my whole life. I don't need your prejudice. I'm done."

With that, he dragged Alex from the room, leaving behind the open mouthed stares. As soon as they were out in the hall, Alex had Henry up against the wall, mouths pressed together. It wasn't nearly the sexiest place or situation they'd ever been in, but goddamn if Alex wasn't hard as a rock.

"I love you so much," he murmured into his fiance's mouth. "You're so damn brave."

Henry pulled back abruptly to burrow his head in Alex's neck, and Alex brought up a hand to rub his back. "You did amazing in there."

For a second, Alex thought Henry was about to start crying, until he whispered, "It's all because of you."

That really made Alex's heart swell. It was too bad it was wrong. "No, sweetheart. That's all you."

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That's A Real Fucking Legacy: The Lips I Used to Call Home

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/former Tommy Miller x f!reader Word Count: 1392 Warnings: I don't think there are any (let me know if I'm wrong). Author's Note: Title longer than a Fall Out Boy song.

That's A Real Fucking Legacy Masterlist

Calling Boston to Wyoming a quick shot straight through would be laughable. It would’ve been laughable in the before but it is definitely laughable now.

But to do this with a baby?

It’s not just laughable, it’s a goddamn death wish.

The only way she’s calmest is wrapped up against her daddy’s chest, his large arms folded over her small body. It leaves him unable to do much else but it’s also the only way his own fear leaves his eyes.

There’s luck in the Fireflies, though.

Safe house to safe house, vehicle to vehicle. There’s no thick, rotten scent of the infected near until somewhere in Kansas City.

He feels useless, like he’s unable to protect the baby or you or anybody else. But despite stewing about sitting in the safe house with you and the baby, he does express happiness over the first alone time you’ve shared in about three weeks.

“You should be sleeping, sweetheart,” he says, his voice laced through with a tone that says it’s not a suggestion. “You need your strength.”

The season is giving over from late summer to early fall, every day changing hour by hour with the walking and the driving. It was easy in the QZ, year by year. You knew what to expect, how to rest your body—you could seek rest for your body when you needed.

You need it so much more every day with the way the weather and the travel is going after your body followed by the stress of it all; the complex emotions this entire ordeal is brought on.

This was never a hope in your mind; leaving, going. Your eyes rolled every time Tommy talked about leaving the QZ, it was the subject of so many fights. He believed there was better and you only believed there was death beyond the walls of FEDRA protection. The longer time stretched on after he left, the more steadfast that belief came to the point that you shook with sobs and fear every time Joel made his trips across to trade.

“I'm fine, really.”

The bed beneath you isn’t what you’d call comfortable, not in the before times at least and definitely not in comparison to the worn in lump you were used to back in Boston. You’ve been laying together since the moment you settled into the safe house, everybody else going out to clear paths for the trucks to get through.

Baby babbles through sleep in her father’s arms beside you, not once have you called her by the name you ended up giving her. Not since he showed up. And the belief that beyond the walls means death is so hardwired into your body and brain that you can’t find it in you to sleep. That’s why he’s talking about your strength, sneaks you bits of his own rations.

You’re still breastfeeding, as well. When you can, anyway. It’s been harder on the road and the lack of any real privacy isn’t helping. No matter how he tries to shield your body, the awareness that there’s not just eyes but Tommy’s eyes is enough to run every part of you dry and cold even if it’s getting hotter and more humid with every day you pass into the south.

“You look like shit, sweetheart,” he whispers across the small space between your bodies. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re afraid to sleep.”

“Yeah,” you tell him, eyes darting down to your daughter between you. “I am.”

“I’m right here,” he says, hand smoothing down the hair at the crown of your head. “It’s okay, please rest.”

They’re gone when you wake.

It's just you in a cold and empty bed, a threadbare excuse for a blanket draped over your sleeping body along with his jacket. Alarm bells go off in your brain and then you hear the voices in the next room.

Joel’s.

Baby’s.

Tommy’s.

Nobody else, just them.

“She has your dimples.” Tommy.

There’s a small laugh and then Joel says he’s glad she got them on both sides, not just the one.

Tommy’s voice is tired, weather worn and rough from strain. Not how he sounded this morning when he left.

There’s a hunger in your stomach, growing and aching loud but it stops with every word spoken between the men you love that filters through the thin walls and half cracked door.

“How is she really?” Tommy asks. “Joel, I still love her—“

“How? How can you still love her when you left her alone for so long?”

“How could I ask either of you to come with me if I didn’t?”

There’s an annoyed kind of grumble that could only belong to Joel and then silence that stretches on just long enough to make you think there’s space to move forward into the conversation but then it breaks.

“I wouldn’t say that she’s good, Tommy.” You can hear the way his leg bounces to entertain the baby. “None of us are good anymore but, my God, she’s fucking amazing.”

“Yeah?”

Joel clears his throat. “Yeah.”

“Do you love her?” The younger man asks.

A beat.

Another.

Two more.

“I feel a whole lot more for that woman than just love, Tommy,” he finally says. “I know you’re hurting but you have to understand that I—we thought that you were dead. She hurt for a long time and I watched her do that and I did my best to be there for her but—“ Baby babbles to interrupt him and you can practically see the smile in the laughter that follows.

Those feelings, the existence of them, aren’t new to you. Still, every time he insinuates their existence your head gets light—fuzzy and warm.

“But what, Joel?” Tommy prompts him. “I’m trying to understand this, because I want to not hurt and I want to look at this little girl and not want to cry.”

“Yeah.” A chair creaks and you assume somebody sat forward or back. “I want to look at her and not want to cry, too, but I felt that with Sarah—I feel that with you, Tommy, you might as well have been my first kid sometimes. It wasn’t just me that was there for her through all that hurt over those years, she was there for me and refused to let me pull away. Being with her is the closest I feel to who I was before, I need you to understand that.”

“That's how she made me feel, too,” Tommy responds. “But I don’t know if I’ll ever really understand.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Joel concedes. “Hell, that’s more than fair, you’re probably really sick of us asking you to understand. Can I have Baby back now?”

Confusion floods through you, you were certain the calm, happy babbles were because she was tucked into her daddy’s arm; bouncing on her daddy’s leg.

“Does she have a name?” Tommy asks. “Or have you just been calling her Baby this whole time? I know you’re afraid to get attached, Joel, but—“

“We named her Thomasin,” Joel says, that stern, warning shot in his tone again. Begging his brother to understand this, that this was the honor you could give his memory—that you named what was born out of grief and love for him after him. “We call her Thomi for short but we’ve been thinking about changing it. We figured it would make you uncomfortable.”

“No,” Tommy answers. “No, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all.”

Hunger grows loud again but so, too, does the blood rush of his words up your neck, into your cheeks and between your ears. For all the tears and all the yelling and the hurt of fresh cuts on closed wounds his arrival brought back into your life, those are the words of the man you once loved. It has been weeks and he is holding her, speaking about her—about you—so gently. Despite saying he doesn’t understand, it’s there in his voice and lacing through every one of his words and it grows stronger each day closer to Jackson.

“I promised her that I’d come back for her, give her a safer and happier life that she deserves,” Tommy starts again. “I’m heartbroken that it won’t be with me, Joel, but I am glad it’s with you.”

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MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS * collection #5

take a nap with me.

please don't go.

you talk too much.

don't bother with any male chauvinistic compliments.

such disdain can not and must not be tolerated.

my handwriting is so bad, sometimes i think i should've been a doctor.

i wouldn't say no to getting lost with you.

we've got the element of surprise on our side.

i had to carry you for a while. it wasn't pretty.

anything broken?

i'm very impressed with you.

drinks all around!

now what is that supposed to mean?

i guess freedom is purely relative.

can you repeat that? i wasn't listening.

i'm not a threat. i won't hurt you.

what sort of trouble are you looking for?

when you're ready, we can get out of here.

i couldn't find your gun.

well, i thought you might be a little angry.

oh don't tell me. let me guess.

keep that thing away from me.

glad you think i'm hot... i guess.

hope that wasn't a family heirloom.

how has work been?

i don't think the world is full of criminals and full of murderers. it's full of nice people.

it could happen to anyone.

is your head clear yet?

will you go find yourself another suspect?

don't ask me any questions. i'm calling my attorney.

i'm trying to watch the game!

that's been known to happen.

i could wait.

can i ask a personal question?

how can i be angry looking at you?

i don't want to cut down on my standard of living.

don't catch a cold out there. wear a jacket.

you sure do know how to work a crowd.

what brought you here tonight?

i don't think you care too much.

that was... unexpected.

are you in charge of this mess or not?

this isn't what it looks like.

i just go where they tell me to.

i hope this isn't a bad time.

do you see something wrong?

here's your scarf. you dropped it.

i miss the way you used to touch me.

that's a stupid idea.

did it rain last tuesday?

can i sit in this?

that's not my problem.

did you have anything specific that you wanted to talk to me about?

i'm beginning to be very fond of you.

i didn't realize i drank that much.

may our enemies never be as happy as we are at this moment.

if you wait a while, we can go home together.

screw the rest of them. make them squirm.

that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

i meant to do that.

everybody is a suspect.

it's noble of you to come galloping to the rescue.

i know that. you told me.

you see, artists are very, very delicate.

you'll always have everything.

there's just one more thing i need to ask you...

can i use your phone?

i wasn't snooping.

can i take you out to dinner? my treat.

isn't that peculiar?

thanks for stopping by.

i usually don't drink anything i can't pronounce.

i just don't want anybody else to have it.

mind if i smoke?

what do you think of this?

i really appreciate your taking the time to chat with me.

why do all these people feel that they know me?

i can't tell you what a big help you've been.

as you travel through life, you'll encounter many barriers to happiness.

you're safe. i promise. i'm right here.

over my dead body.

that must have been very hard, losing someone you love like that.

this didn't need to happen.

i must have your name.

what's the matter? did i scare you?

what did you pay for those shoes?

i'm not very good on details, that's why i write everything down.

you didn't have a fight or anything, did you?

i've never met anyone quite like you. can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

are you still with me?

i guess it slipped your mind.

let's go inside. we'll be more comfortable.

do you mind if i grab a blanket? it's freezing in here.

just for the record, i love you.

maybe you should take the couch tonight.

maybe it would help if i knew where i was taking you.

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Hello, wanted to say thank you, I'm really glad I found your work and I find your insights very helpful.

I wanted to ask something strange, as someone who has gone out of their way to dedicate a very detailed blog to the works of an outspoken artist, can you give me advice how to maintain healthy distance with ideas and individuals I might outright oppose, but have morbid sense of curiosity about them? Or it it just better to not indulge at all?

It's a difficult balance to achieve, and I won't pretend I've always been perfect about it on TKP

The thing is that you have to not obsess over the person too much. You have to focus on their work, not detailing every single thing they've ever done or said to keep receipts on them. You do not, under any circumstances, want to turn into the freaks who make and watch hundred hour long "documentaries" on CWC and Sonichu, or the people who run the Bad Webcomics Wiki

The point is to do media criticism, not to make a callout blog. Details the artist has shared about their life may sometimes help inform your reading of the work - art isn't made in a vacuum, and artists' life experiences and worldviews often shape their art. But you don't need to pry too much and piece together their full life story and psychoanalyze them if that information isn't already available in an autobiography or whatever

On TKP, one of the most important things I do to try and keep that distance is simple: I don't follow Penders on Twitter. I don't need to know every single thing he says, nor do I need to report on it. I'll check in when I hear he's made some kind of announcement regarding his work, and when looking for behind the scenes info I'll sometimes term search on his Twitter because he's far more vocal about what happened behind the scenes than the rest of that creative team, but that's it. I'm not thinking about him every day. I also haven't gone in-depth on his non-Sonic work to help drive home the idea that TKP is a blog about the American Sonic comics with a quippy url, not a blog about shitting on Penders

(On that note: I don't interact with him directly, either. I do not need to dunk on him in his Twitter replies. I do not need to lure him into an interview where I totally own him. I am not sending him my criticism like he owes it to me to read it and improve his work. I leave the guy alone)

As the blog has gone on I've also tried much harder to be objective about him and his work. I'll admit that early on, before the blog blew up, I was eager to see what all the drama was about and why everybody hated the guy. But my goal isn't just to find excuses to hate on him, or to spread baseless gossip, and that shouldn't be the mindset you go in with. I've offered praise for some of his work where I thought it was deserved, and I frequently correct people on misunderstandings about him and the lawsuits, even defending him on certain points

This is an extremely basic and hopefully obvious element of good media criticism, but it should also be said that just because an artist depicts something doesn't necessarily mean they endorse it, and that your goal isn't to piece together the artist's beliefs based on their work and then call them out over it. It can go the other way around - you can analyze how an artist's stated beliefs and values are reflected in their work - but, like, Penders writing a story where Knuckles decides to forgive his shitty fascist uncle for no reason does not mean that Penders is a Nazi apologist. It's just a story.

Again: your main goal should be to criticize the work, not the artist

And, of course, a huge factor is simply how famous the creator in question is (and also if the creator is still alive). You wanna do a deep dive on the works of Steve Ditko and criticize his Randian objectivism? Go nuts, buddy! You wanna shit all over Lovecraft? Have at it! Wanna tear apart the neoliberal politics of Harry Potter? Well, okay, Shrieking Shack already did that one. But if the person you're thinking of doing a sprawling, in-depth teardown on is, like, a smalltime webcomic author? Some hobbyist indie dev? A fanfic writer? That sort of thing? Hell, even someone in the middle like a cartoon storyboarder, or a freelance writer who does articles for Kotaku sometimes? Maybe reconsider. Just because someone's online doesn't mean they're a Public Figure, and there's a line where a deep critical dive on someone's work quickly turns into painting a target on their back

(This ended up being more about Criticism than how to just engage with stuff you hate, but also you can just, like. Look away. And find something else spend your time thinking about.)

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flames of desire chapter 3: a new day in hell

Alastor x (f! bunny reader) chapter 1 chapter 2

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your POV:

As the red light from hell shines through, I wake up feeling groggy "guess this isn't a dream after all". stepping out of bed, I walk to the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror I grab a brush, brushing out the knots in my hair before putting on the clothes niffty brought me. "much better, although don't know what to do about shoes" walking out to the lobby I see husk drinking and angel slumped over the couch on his phone. looking around a certain smell catches my senses, following the smell I walk into a room that looks like the kitchen seeing alastor cooking?, since when did creepy deer man cook, turning he sees me in the doorway "good morning y/n" "uh morning...since when did you cook?" "well my dear I'm a man of many talents, your just in time I'm about to serve everybody so why don't you sit and wait" "oh ok..." walking back to the lobby I see Charlie and vaggie coming down the stairs "y/n! good morning, how did you sleep" "alright I guess" "come on lets go to the table Al made breakfast" dragging me along we sit at the table as Alastor comes out setting plates of and egg dish of some kind, "hey smiles what is this?" "well angel I'm glad you asked, this is Eggs Sardou!" "i don't know what that is but it looks good", picking up my fork I take a bite of the egg, for a creepy deer man he sure knows how to cook, not that I would ever tell him that "wow Al these are so good" "thank you dear, just a little something after all breakfast is the most important meal of the day!". while eating I look up from my dish seeing Alastor looking directly at me with that inhuman smile, what's his deal? why is he looking at me like that, isn't he gonna eat. shifting uncomfortably in my seat I try to pay more attention to my food. once everyone ate niffty took all the dishes before angel walked up to me "haya buns, Charlie said you needed more clothes, why don't we go on a shopping spree" "that would be nice angel but I don't have any money" "ah don't worry babes ill pay for it" "thanks angel" "less talking more shoppin". following angel we walk down the streets of hell, looking around there's bright lights with clubs, stores, and ads everywhere especially of angel, damn he really was famous. as we went from store to store we collected more bags then we could carry until we decided to head back to the hotel. on our way back a red and white limo pulls up to us, confused I look at angel who looks like he just shit himself, watching the door open a tall no very tall man climb out "angel who is-" "stay here and don't move", as angel handed me his bags he walks over to the strange man, he was wearing a red top hat with heart shaped glasses and pale purple skin, four arms, and a red coat with fake fur on the edges. "V-Val what are ya doin here" "I should ask you the same angel cakes...trying to hide from me?" "no Val I-" "you better come back to the studio for work tonight or you know the consequences~..." blowing red smoke from his pipe into angels face he looks at me "ohh~ whos this conejita, angel you didn't tell me you had company..." grabbing my hand he pulls me forward giving me a toothy grin "I'm valentino and who might you be~?" "oh i- uhm my name is y/n" "wonderful name for a wonderful woman...say your not looking for work are you?" "Val she's not-" "shut up!", looking at angel he shakes his head "uhm no thank you I'm not looking for work hehh..." "oh but I could make you rich with more money than you could do with" "still...no thanks" "hmm well if you ever change your mind, stop by my club~" walking back to the limo "I'm expecting you tonight angel, don't disappoint me!". as he drives away angel grabs me by the shoulders, "what ever you do stay away from him, you got it!" "angel who was that-" "got it!!" "ok..."

I'm SOOOOOO sorry for leaving for a week but I'm back!! and have completed a few chapters that I will post once I edit them but for now enjoy this lovely chapter and stay tuned~

-squerlly

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lovebugism · 1 year

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I love the steddie dynamic so much! What about one where the reader and one of the boys (you choose) are arguing with each other? How would Steve/Eddie react?

BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE | crossing a line

summary: you and steve have a tendency to argue like you're teenagers again. pairing: steve harrington / f!reader / eddie munson word count: 1.7k warnings: a hint of angst, allusions to sex, barely proofread a/n: i'm so glad you like it because i simply cannot stop writing for them. let the steddie universe commence!

You and Steve had the worst tempers, Eddie concludes. He figures it's because you two have been together for so long. Where he was typically quiet in his anger — a little passive aggressive with a hint of cruel sarcasm — he was still a simple man. All he really needed was a kiss on the cheek and an apology and he was golden.

You and Steve were meaner. Louder. When you two were angry at each other, it’s like you wanted everyone else to know about it. It had to became everybody else’s problem too. It was all slammed doors and cold shoulders and silent treatments. You and Steve held grudges and tended to them like little pets — it was almost laughable how long you two could stay mad over something so little.

Eddie was careful, though, never to choose sides.

It was how this relationship worked after all. Everything was equal. Always. He doesn’t want to tip the scales.

So he stays mostly silent while you and Steve bicker back and forth about the latter boy missing date night. The dinner was tense enough, full of sharp jabs and one-word responses, but the drive back was somehow worse. Maybe because it lacked all the stupid little quips from the both of you. It was totally silent. Eddie even tried putting in your favorite mixtape, but it didn’t soothe the sulking girl in his backseat.

You barely even waited until the car stops to get out. You slam the door so hard it shakes. Stomping to the front door, you spend too long fishing for your keys in your purse because you're too angry to take a second to look for them. And when you find the key ring you miss the lock one, two, three times. They hear the bang of the shut door all the way in the car.

You don’t even look to see if the boys are following you.

Eddie sighs deeply, bringing his chin to his chest. He turns slowly to Steve who's sitting quietly in the passenger seat next to him. “Take a breath before you go in there, man. Alright?”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” the brunette boy shrugs with a jutted out lip. He smells like expensive woody cologne and wine. His eyes still glimmer with the faint tinge of alcohol on his tongue when he looks over at him. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“You’re upset,” Eddie corrects. “And she is too. So just… don’t make it worse.”

Steve doesn’t listen, of course. But then again, when does he ever?

They enter the house just moments after you. The two boys become silent spectators to your antics. Everything you do, you do angrily — you rip off your coat and throw it to the couch, you toe of your shoes so rough you scratch the backs of your ankles, you even fill up the dog’s water bowl with a scowl.

Ozzy doesn’t seem to mind though, as he laps happily at the fresh dish in the kitchen.

“There’s the tantrum we’ve been waiting for,” Steve comments to Eddie, purposefully loud enough for you to hear. You can hear the stupid sarcastic smile in his voice.

You’re about to storm off down the hallway, but that stops you in your tracks. You turn on your heels to look at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I just said not to make it worse,” the wild-haired boy sighs in annoyance.

“You were an hour late to dinner, Steve!”

“The meeting ran late!” he yells for the hundredth time, angered that you're still blaming him for something he couldn't control. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Literally anything else! We had to wait for you like idiots! The world doesn’t revolve around you anymore, you know that, right? You’re not King Steve, me and Eddie can’t just sit on our asses and wait at your beck and call—”

“Holy shit,” the boy laughs cynically under his breath. “You sound like my mother right now.”

“Oh shit…” Eddie mumbles to himself.

You’re practically gaping at Steve, wide-eyed in bemusement. “You’re mother?” you thunder once his words finally hit you. It feels like a fucking freight train.

Steve knows he’s crossed a line with that one. Your face burns hot, more so in embarrassment than anger — maybe a healthy mixture of both — and he feels the fire of it radiating off of you. He said it to hurt you, after all, but not that much.

“Okay…” he lilts with his hands on hips. He tries to smile, make a joke of it. “You know that's not what I meant.”

“Yes, it was,” you argue. When you roll your eyes, he sees how glassy they’ve gone, all shiny with unshed tears. You’re stomping off before either of them can comfort you.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he tries to call after you.

“Fuck you!” you shout back.

Steve looks to Eddie then, with a sheepish chocolate gaze and a small “you were right” sad sort of smile. The latter boy just shakes his head. “You know just how to get under her skin, don’t ya, big boy?”

He tests the water as shuffles towards Eddie, trying measure whether or not he’s angry at him too. The dark-haired boy opens his leather-clad arms for him and allows Steve to melt into his hold. He’d figured as much, when Eddie was angry, you knew it.

Steve sighs against the boy’s shoulder, wraps his hands around his middle, and mumbles into the Metallica tee you'd gotten Eddie for Christmas the year before. “That’s what happens when you’ve been together five years, I guess.”

“So that’s what I have to look forward to then, huh?” Eddie jokes.

“Kinda. Yeah.”

He sighs. “That’s great.”

“You love us,” Steve quips at the boy’s disgruntled tone. He pulls back with a small smile and finds that Eddie's already grinning back at him.

“Yeah... I do.”

“I guess I should go and apologize,” the brunette huffs and parts from the other, looking like a kid that's being forced to do something they desperately don’t want to.

“That wouldn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Eddie responds with a nod, scratching at his stubbly chin to conceal his smile.

Steve finds you in the bedroom, of course, in the middle of peeling of your dress. The lace underwear you were wearing beneath it goes next. He feels like shit for not being the one to take it off of you first.

You know he’s behind you, but you don’t seem to care too much, or maybe you just ignoring him altogether.

You’re still bare as you rifle through the too large dresser all three of you share. It was organized once upon a time — the top three drawers for underwear, the middle for sleep shirts, the bottom for lounge pants — now it’s just a mismatch of all of your stuff. It didn’t really matter in the end, you ended up sharing everything anyway.

You pull on a pair of Eddie’s boxers and then an old, faded Hawkins Phys Ed t-shirt. You don’t realize its Steve’s until it’s already over you and he sees you scowl about it in the mirror.

He closes the door behind him, but not enough to latch all the way, as he walks further into the bedroom

“Baby,” he starts.

You’re not having it. “Go away,” you grumble like the cutest little storm cloud.

“I’m sorry.”

“Well, I don’t accept your apology.”

“Baby, c’mon,” he says with a little laugh at your words. “I’m sorry.”

He takes you in his arms and holds you against his front so he can press his face into the side of your neck. You’re still frowning, but melting into his warmth with each passing second. He can feel you start to relax against him and you can feel his smile forming against your skin.

You convince yourself that you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. That's why you're letting him touch you. Not because he holds all of his love in his hands and radiates a gentle warmth that soothes you almost immediately. Obviously not.

“I can’t believe you’d do that to me,” you mumble into the quiet, fidgeting with your fingers beneath his arms.

Steve feels you lean your head against the side of his own anyway. His sigh brushes against your collarbone. “I promise I’ll try and call ahead next time—”

“I’m talking about you calling me your mom.”

“Oh,” he laughs against you and then stops when he feels you tense in his hold. It's not funny to you. He grows serious again. “I only said that to make you angry.”

“Well, it worked,” you murmur.

“I know it did,” he concedes and rises from the solace of the nook of your neck to rest his chin on your shoulder. It bobs with each word that leaves his mouth. “I’m really sorry. It was mean. I was totally out of line.”

“I don’t know if I could ever forgive you,” you turn your eyes to the ceiling dramatically, a playful smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

He knows your fucking with him now, but he goes along with it anyway.

“I think I could make it up to you,” he mutters against your skin, pressing wet, warm kisses down your neck and then peeling back the collar of your t-shirt to sprinkle them on your bare shoulder too. Your skin cools in the places where his lips leave you, causing chill bumps to rise in his wake.

“Well, yeah, that would only be fair,” you sigh dreamily, like you’re concocting a fantasy of your own in your head. Steve can only wonder what you’re thinking as you spin in his arms to face him, pressing yourself further against him.

His eyes grow heavier and he draws his lip between his teeth at the sheer expectation of what you might make him do. He’ll do anything you asked him to. All of it.

You still make him feel like a teenager in that way. In how he could have you all the time and still never get tired of you — how you feel, how you taste.

You know it, too. That’s why you get all breathy on purpose, wrap your arms around his shoulders and stand on the tips of your toes so your wine-coated breath fans against his jaw.

“I want you to…” you trail off but he’s already nodding anyway. He probably doesn’t even realize it. It makes you smirk. “…drive to Family Video and pick up every Molly Ringwald movie you’ve got on the shelf and have a movie night with me and Eds.”

Steve mourns the loss of the moment with a groan as he tosses his head back. “You know I hate those movies!” he whines dramatically, neck bare and adam’s apple bobbing. You grab his jaw in your hands and pull him to you so you can press a kiss to it. The skin is rough and stubbly with a five o’clock shadow.

“And I love ‘em. That’s why it’s a punishment, Stevie,” you tease, and tilt his face down so you can kiss the tip of his nose. He barely has the chance to respond to your touch when you peck his lips because you’re already skipping out of the bedroom. “Eds! Can you make some popcorn, please?”

have anymore steddie thoughts? or just thoughts about my writing/requests in general? leave them here if you want! ꒰◍ᐡᐤᐡ◍꒱

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Hobie helping the reader through a Weed Panic Attack

Warnings: Panic Attacks! Weed / Drug use Word Count: 0.5k Pronouns: None Notes: Aaa Hi I really like Spiderverse,, so heres an idea I had awhile ago turned into a fic! I hope you enjoy! Note 2: IF I GET ANYTHING WRONG ABOUT HOBIE'S ACCENT,,, P L E A S E LET ME KNOW!!

Thinking about how Hobie would comfort you from a weed panic attack. Hear me out.

You guys were in Hobie’s boat, you guys being Hobie, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr and yourself. You're all just sitting in his main room, Hobie has his joint in hand, you have yours, and it's all going well. Well, until it's not. You notice yourself zone out and you can tell it's kicking in, but not the way you're used to.

You suddenly don't want anybody to look at you, to talk to you or perceive you. You would be messing around on your phone right now if not for the fact that you're in Hobie’s dimension you can’t get internet, so there is only so much you can do. You stare at the ground, trying to hide as much of yourself as you can, Hobie notices that you aren’t really doing well and calls our to you

“Oi. You alright? Need to take a breather?”

As everybody in the room looks to you, you immediately take him up on his offer, stumbling swiftly out of his room, and then immediately swing onto the roof of his boat. Your heart starts to pick up its pace as you sit down on a higher part of the roof and begin to steady yourself. You're in a position where you can feel yourself uncontrollably bouncing your knee and you assure yourself that you're fine and that this will just pass, but God, it doesn't. The sign that something major was happening to you was that your breathing started to pick up as you began to panic. As if he knew that something was up, Hobie came swinging into the roof to make sure you were okay. He was immediately by your side, putting his hand on your shoulder and rubbing your back.

“Hey. Hey, what's going on? What'ya panicking over man? It's all good.”

As he remains by your side, comforting you through your panic attack, you feel yourself begin to calm down. Your legs stop bouncing, your racing heart finally steadies and you begin to breathe at a natural pace. Glancing at Hobie, you notice a subtle expression of relief on his face, though no words are exchanged. As you turn away, a hint of embarrassment lingers as you avert your gaze

“Thank you, Hobie… Sorry, that happened. I really don't know what happened, or why that happened. It's, uh, never happened before and-”

“Nuthin to be sorry over, jus’ glad you're okay.” He cuts you off and takes out another joint out of his pocket. It's one of the biggest joints you've seen in person, He's obviously been saving this one. He takes out his lighter and lights it, then passes it over to you with a smug look.

“Wan’ the first hit?” He snickers.

“Ha! No, I'm good. Have fun with that though.” you smile as you smack him in the arm, earning a laugh from Hobie as he takes the hit.

He walks over to the edge of the roof. As he goes to jump down, he turns back to you and flashes you a thumbs up, clearly asking if you're okay by yourself. You return his thumbs up and he jumps down to go back to the living room while you stay on the roof to properly gather yourself.

I know this wasn't a request, but I still wanted to post it! Also I am working on requests! I promise!

Lots of Love -Niko

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patronsaintofhomosandpain · 1 month

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I'm sick of hearing; "Writing is a refreshing way to cleanse your mind and put you onto a better path."

Babes, this path may have been paved with good intentions, but it was recently patched up with glass shards and used needles.

Also I haven't slept in three days, so here's a list of other bullshit I'm sick of bitches saying to writers.

So much for refreshing.

☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆

Feckin Friday 22/03/24

🐈‍⬛️ 1. "Write what you know."

Okay, yes! You shouldn't bullshit your entire book, but also, don't be confined to only what you know. Do you think I know anything about corpse reanimation? Whelp, that didn't stop me! It's good to learn something new, and it's great for your writing to expand your repertoire. Hell, who knows? You might find your new niche. Besides, research is your best friend.

🦇 2. "But my friend, cousin, neighbor, cat's best friend's sister in law's spouse wrote their book in (a ridiculous small amount of time)!"

Well, good for them! They're still going to get slingshot into the sun with the rest of us anyway. Not everybody is the same, and the only thing that ALL writers have in common is that they write things! Find what works for you and tune out the rest of the bullshit, including your own. Don't bully yourself for not writing! We are only on this earth for a very small amount of time. Take care of yourself!

🐦‍⬛ 3. "You have to have a plan/outline/entire plot done before you start writing!"

This is just *ugh* bullshit. Like yeah, sure, if you're a normal person, I guess plot it! But you know what? I've got an illiterate, hyperactive squirrel behind the control panel of my brain, and he's on his sixth line of coke. All I have to say to this is JUST WRITE it'll either all come together when you go over it later or it will be cut. Either way, it's putting words on the page, and that's great practice.

🕷 4. "Writing is your only job, and you have to treat it as such."

Gross. Look, even if someone is lucky enough to be able to write as a full-time job, I guarantee you that writing isn't all that person has does.

A lot of us are parents or keep our houses, most of us are still in school, and a majority of us have to work at least part-time to afford to write!

Writing should be treated as a job in such a way that you take pride in it, but it shouldn't be something you're forced to do.

You know how people say, "If you love what you do, you never work a day."

There ya go.

🕸 5. "Follow this plan!" / "Writing’s easy!"

I have three things to say to that.

Bite me, bite me, bite me, BITE ME.

Look, I am so glad that Stephen King smokes three blunts and eats a pile of shrooms as a part of his routine, I AM SO HAPPY THAT WORKS FOR HIM! But it's not gonna work for me and it's probably not going to work for your poor stressed out little writer friend who is six months behind on sleep and is trying to catch up with shots of espresso and tall boys of redbull. We know you mean well, and we really appreciate hearing new things to try. Don't get that twisted! But I'm sorry, there is just no gospel or quick fix to writing.

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Twelve

Her new commute to work being cut down by ten minutes gives her plenty of time to sit on her new balcony and gear herself up for the day.

“Hey,” a voice calls, making her turn back towards the sliding door. A half-dressed Leon comes into view with a plate in his hand.

“Don't forget your breakfast.”

Sitting it on the table by her, he presses a kiss to her forehead. She smiles down at the french toast, bacon and eggs and then smiles up at him.

“Aw, you tried something new on me!”

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss her lips.

“Yeah, I had to! Couldn't have you thinking I only make waffles and pancakes for the woman that makes my toes curl.”

She giggles, crossing her legs under the table. He saw it, too, his low laughter falling in line with hers.

“Ah, what a man!”

“I know,” he nods enthusiastically, “you deserve waffles, French toast, cinnamon bagels with extra cream cheese, biscuits and gravy,..” he continued rattling things off in between wet kisses against her face.

“I'm holding you to the biscuits and gravy, cause that's one of my favorites.”

“Noted. Now try it and tell me how you like it.” He says, resting his hands on the chair as she cuts into the french toast, taking a bite.

“Delicious, like I definitely expected! Mm, so buttery!”

He smiles, actually patting himself on the back and making her laugh.

“So glad you like ‘em, sweet stuff. I gotta head out or ima be late, but I'll call you on my break, okay?”

“Okay. I gotta head out soon, myself.” She says, going back for another bite of her food, before standing up to hug Leon.

“We hangin’ out tonight?” He asks, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“I was thinkin’ we could all meet up at my job, after work. You round up your friends, I'll bring my sisters. Sounds cool?”

“Yeah, that sounds real cool,” he smiles, “look at you, gettin’ everybody together!”

She playfully rolls her eyes, “go to work, Leon Avery.”

“Aw, ‘kay, Zora-Jean. I'm out the door now.” He replies, placing plenty more kisses to her lips.

“Mmkay, I'll seriously see you later.” She laughs at their, still entwined, fingers.

“Okay, okay. I love you.” One more kiss.

“I love you, too.”

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Sitting at work, looking pretty with nobody to bother her was the absolute best!

It had been almost a month since Cory was fired, and Zora got Linda to agree with her, that him being gone really did her business some good.

They'd had a full house, every night, like she'd been dreaming about, which is why she ran it by Leon to finally bring his friends by.

They'd finally been able to open up their entire floor for customers and use that dusty old jukebox in the far corner.

“Hell, we might be able to get some people in here to sing and things! You know how restaurants do events?? We could do that!”

“We could!” Zora smiles at her beaming boss. “I hope you're ready to host it up, tonight! Told Leon and his friends all about you!”

“Oh, I've been waiting for this! Friends of yours are friends of mine, you know that, dear!” Linda says to Zora.

“The hungrier, the better?” She asks, as they both fall out in laughter.

“Absolutely! I cannot wait to meet ‘em.”

As another busy day came to a close, she got a text from Leon, he was going home to change and wondered if she wanted to ride back with him.

She replied in agreement, mentally preparing for the hour she'd given herself, to pull herself together as she rushed home.

Thanking god for closet space again, she sifts through her dresses— unable to bare another pair of pants sticking to her— and lands on an orange and white sundress, immediately pulling it out and hopping in the shower.

While brushing her teeth and drying her body, she mulls over which sandals to pair with the dress, already hearing Nique telling her to go with black! Everything goes with black!

She's not wrong, but Nique would never hear that… again.

Pulling the outfit on, she stands in front of the mirror and squints, tilting her head to one side.

“No.”

She pulls everything off and puts it back in its place, rummaging around for a totally different look in mind.

Stepping back in front of the mirror, she's rocking a white graphic t-shirt, tied in the back to show off the little bit of belly she wasn't self conscious about, a black skirt that hit mid-thigh and hugged her very well and red sandal-heels, showcasing her pretty brown legs in ways that are gonna make a certain somebody salivate.

“That's more like it.”

Dousing herself in a sandalwood and vanilla cloud, she fluffs her hair and grabs her phone, snapping a few pictures before heading back down the hallway.

Answering the door a beat after he knocks, she smirks at the way his jaw drops at her appearance.

“Don't go droolin’ on my new floor,” she quips, before grabbing the single white rose from his hand, putting it up to her nose.

“I ain't sorry. You look so damn good, baby.” He compliments, making her blush and pull him in for a kiss, which turns into a couple more.

“Thank you, it took me a minute to pull it together.”

“Yeah, me too. How I'm lookin’?” He asks, stepping back from her and spinning around for her. His all green ensemble was very on brand.

She fondly shakes her head. “You always look so good, boy. I'll be stealing this shirt next.”

“Ima start hiding my clothes from you,” he laughs.

“Oh, please! Don't act like I leave you bare.”

“Just about!” He jokes. “But, you ready to go, sweet stuff?”

“Yeah, I gotta head across the hall and see if Nique is ready.” She nods, as they head out of her apartment and across the way, where she knocks on Nique’s door.

Answering by poking her head out, she makes the couple snicker at her wide-eyed expression. Her hair was still in rollers.

"Hey friends!"

“Why are you not ready, yet?” Zora asks.

“Because you cannot rush perfection, Zora-Jean. You look scrumptious, by the way!”

“That's what I told her.” Leon smiles, earning a high-five from Nique.

“I'm almost done,” she turns her focus back to her friend. “Come inside and relax a little.”

Letting them in, Leon makes himself comfy on her couch while Zora follows Nique into her room to help her with an outfit.

“Okay, so are these grown, hard working men?”

“Yes, girl. First time I've seen a group of ‘em, up close.”

“Ooh, are they fine?? Be honest.”

“Yes, Nique. You think I'd be dragging all three of y'all down there if they weren't?”

“Listen, I just have to clarify. I know Leon is pretty, but his friends coulda been mud ducks and I've already had my share of them.”

“Trust me, you'll be pleased.”

“Okay, alright. Is this a plunging neck situation? Or is that too much?”

“Hm, considering it being a first meeting, yeah, let's save that for next time.”

“Okay, okay. How about this top?” She asks, pulling out a tan, long-sleeved crop top. “It accentuates my tatas.” She cheeses, making Zora laugh.

“Yeah, friend! This is actually cute, and now you can wear those khaki pants that I bought you!”

“Ooh, they make my ass look fantastic, too!”

“Hey Leon!”, the two hear from the living room, making Zora look at Nique, who shrugs.

“You don't know your own sisters’ voices or something?”

“I didn't ask you who it was, did I?” She quips with a raised brow.

“Nope, but you look clueless. They wanted to meet us here. I think Neoma bought—”

“D’ussé!” She shouts, making them laugh and hurry to get Nique fully ready, before they step out of her room and join Neoma, Lovita and Leon in the kitchen.

“Hey, baby sisters!” Lovita greets, handing Zora and Nique a shot glass. “Y'all look good!”

“Thanks, y'all do too! Lord, we pre-gamin’?”

“I feel like I'm back in college.” Leon snorts, making them laugh.

“I know! What are you tryna do to us, girl?”

“Oh, come on! It's just one shot! Start the night off right, right?”

“Right, yeah,” Zora nods, as do the others.

“Alright, then! To a good night!” She raises her shot and they follow suit, repeating her cheer and clinking their glasses to one another's.

“To a good night!”

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And a good night, it was.

After everyone got acquainted, Linda started them off with a round of cheesy potato bites, which Leon and Zora were super excited about.

“Don't be mad if these disappear while we're talking,” Darnell chuckles, plucking another one from the large plate.

“There's like sixty of them on the plate,” Neoma laughs, “if you inhale all of these, ima be concerned.”

“Right! You ate today, right?” Leon joins in on the taunting.

“Lay up off me, man. Yeah, I ate. And I'm gonna eat again.” He quips, making Nique and Neoma laugh, while Leon holds his hands up.

Lovita was too busy flirting with Clyde, and he was hanging on every word that left her glossed lips.

“Tell me your middle name ain't Alize,” he jokes, making her giggle a little too much for her liking.

“No, no. I love Lovita Alize Jenkins, though!”

“Who doesn't??” Zora says from across the table, catching her sister’s playful glare.

“She's right. Her and Cedric were my go-to. Too funny.”

“You remember they had those shirts with their faces on ‘em? I thought that was so cheesy and cute!”

“What? That's one of my favorite episodes!”

“Don't let them bother you. I love a man with an appetite.” Nique says to Darnell, grabbing another one of the bites for herself. He raises an eyebrow at her, to which she winks.

“Good to know,” he smirks, looking over at Craig, who's twirling one of Neoma’s twists around his finger.

“You are so pretty,” he says for the thousandth time, making her blush profusely.

“So are you,” she replies, feeling her insides burn as he flashes her a smile, those gold-capped canines peeking at her.

Everybody had matched off, making the head couple secretly high-five underneath the table and snicker to each other.

Several appetizers and heavily poured drinks later, the couples sit along the bar and listen to the live band that Linda found.

It consists of three super sweet guys. The lead singer can blow down anybody's favorite singer, the drummer can beat down the best of drums in the most incredible ways and the guitarist definitely lets his talent speak for itself.

“They sound really good, don't they?” Linda asks the group, getting a gaggle of yes’s back.

“I'm glad you could finally expand, cause it's jumpin’ in here!” Nique comments.

“Me too! Get out there and have a dance for me, all of ya.” She nudges her, slyly pushing her against Darnell.

“Ima get Zora on you!” Nique jokes, before looking to her left, finding him already honed in on her.

“You know this song?” She asks.

“Nah, but we can learn it.” He says, holding his hand out for her to grab as they find a spot on the floor.

“Oop, looks like Nique got ‘em!” Leon points to the two, quickly getting swatted by Zora.

“That ain't take long,” Lovita giggles, her and Zora’s jaws dropping as Neoma pulls Craig away from the bar.

“Don't wait up, chicken!” She teases her older sister.

“C'mon, don't let her show you up like that.” Clyde says, placing his hand over hers.

Zora was cheesing so hard, Leon had to pull her away before she bursted and ruined their moment.

“You wanna dance with me, huh?”

“Badly.” He leans closer to her, giving her another opportunity to inhale the godly scent that was coming off him.

“Wow, you smell good.” She blurts, unable to help herself.

“I was just about to say that about you, beautiful.”

“Let's go dance, handsome.”

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“Tonight was so fun!”

“Yeah, it really was. We made off like real matchmakers.” Leon says, making them both laugh.

“We are real matchmakers! All we did was introduce them to each other and bam! Three new relationships, just like that!” She exclaims, plopping down on her bed and kicking off her sandals.

“Those hurt my feet,” she frowns, getting ready to contort her leg all types of crazy, til she's stopped by him pulling it up to his level, massaging it for her.

“Did you forget I was standing here or sumn?” He asks, chuckling after, at her harmless glare.

“No, you lank. I didn't think to ask.”

“You ain't gotta ask, baby. Put them purty feet on me, I'll get the hint.”

She giggles as he leans down and presses kisses to her feet. Her skirt began to ride up, as she quickly pulled it back down.

“All that ass in that skirt was a mystery to begin with!” He cracks, getting a harmless kick to the stomach.

“Shut up, it lasted the whole night!”

“You right.”

“I know. Gimme my feet back,” she laughs, tryna pull her legs from his grasp.

“Why? I was havin’ fun!”

“Sit down, at least. You're making me dizzy.” She says, patting the spot beside her.

He took a seat on her, now, deep navy blue sheets and pulled her legs into his lap, going back to rubbing her feet.

“Them drinks made you dizzy, don't do me.”

“Don't do— never mind,” she starts laughing, covering her face. He squints and laughs at her, even though he's not sure what's so funny. Her laugh was too damn infectious.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she drags out, still laughing at herself.

“Zora,” he laughs, pulling her hand away from her face, “you gotta share it cause it's got you in stitches.”

“It's not even funny, that's what's so funny!” She gets out between giggles.

“You're so damn goofy, Jean.” He fondly comments.

“Aw, Avery!” She squeals, reaching up to pinch his cheek, making him laugh and swat her hand away.

“Pinchin’ my cheeks like my mama, girl. What's got you so giggly?” He asks again, leaning down to her level.

“I was gonna make a joke about doing you, but I couldn't get it out.” She softly laughs, trying to suppress it.

But the expression on his face made it come back to full giggles. Her back found her mess of pillows as she covered her face once again.

With another shake of his head, he watches his liquored-up girlfriend giggle her life away.

She was precious.

“Oh man, that's an ab workout for ya,” she says after she's calmed down, leaning up on her elbows to meet his gaze.

“You done, now?” He asks.

“Yeah,” she smiles, “I'm done, now.”

“Good. You know what I wanna do?”

“What?”

“You.”

Ch. 13

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snow-143 · 8 months

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Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

one- pilot (1.7k words)

Jeon Jungkook. The man that everybody wants, the man that knows this and loves the attention. On campus everybody knows him as Kook. However, I know him as Kookie, or I suppose my Kookie if were being critical.

He's never told anyone this and neither have I. A well kept secret that only we know here. Of course when I go back home for holidays everybody asks about him, how he's getting on and if were still close.

The truth is we haven't spoke since the last day of high school, but I keep up the act, answering their prying questions with a soft smile on my face. He's doing good, I usually answer. I'm not lying, from what I can tell he is doing good, amazing even if you look at it from the college dream perspective.

No one ever asks how I'm doing, they're just curious about the towns golden boy who disappeared the second school was out. Never returning during any breaks from college life. He simply just up and left. Not even savings a second to say goodbye to anyone, except for me.

I cant tell if this was worse or better, it kind of gave me a false sense of hope, he said goodbye to me and no one else, surely that means something. It didn't.

In a way I'm kind of glad that they're only curious about him, you see when they ask how he is I don't have to lie, it may not be a full truth but its not a lie. If they asked how I am though, the smile would be far too forced, a toothy one that I am all too conscious of.

The first time I was returning home I had over thought my replies far too much, only to realise no one cared anyway. I was always Jeons best friend, the hopeless girl who would follow him around with hearts in her eyes, much like a lost puppy. Never my own person, never anyone to be concerned about. Even my mother loved Jeon more. He was the son she never had. The golden child she had always wanted.

I suspect that she knows I don't talk to him anymore, the depression I fell into after he left was far too telling. Yet she still asks about him, still insists on me taking extra food back to college with me in case he isn't eating properly. She always packs all of his favourite foods, never mine. Never anything I ask for.

It was a shock to me when I realised he went to the same school as me. I was overjoyed. Thinking that it must have been fate, destiny had brought us back together.

That hope died along with my lingering feelings for him when we bumped into each other and he acted like I didn't exist. Just some random girl on campus who couldn't watch where she was going.

I still remember the pain in my chest when he scowled at me, I could distantly hear some girls snickering at my audacity to bump into 'the Jeon Jungkook'. But it was all muted out by the sound of his heavy footsteps walking away from me. Walking right into the arms of the prettiest girl I have ever seen.

Her name is Jennie. I've come to learn that she's not only gorgeous but also smart and the sweetest person you'll ever meet. She's honestly perfect. God. I'd date her if I could. But she's only got eyes for Jungkook.

If I'm being honest, and get over the childish resentment I have towards the idea they'd be the perfect couple. The thing with Jungkook is that he never dates. Not even someone like Jennie.

He's completely open about this, letting every girl he starts something with know that it wont go any further than a friends with benefits situation, they always think they'll be the one to change him though.

He cant really be blamed when they get their hearts broken, he was upfront from the beginning, they just refused to listen. I wouldn't say they can be to blame either though, everybody I've ever known has loved Jungkook, its almost impossible not to. I suppose I know this better than anyone. A living and breathing example that you cant be close to him without falling for him.

But now here I am, resenting everything to do with him. I wasn't upset at him for leaving, I understood that, but everyday of summer that I didn't hear from him buried me deeper into my hurt and anger.

He still had a phone, it didn't have to be the end of our friendship. Seeing him again just cemented this. He was so cold to me, I suppose I get it. He has a new life now, new friends. I guess I'm so hurt because he was all I had and it turns out I was nothing to him.

I had learned to be content with this. Keeping everything and everyone that has anything to do with him far, far away from me. It was a difficult task but a one I felt I had to do for my own sanity. Yet it was all in vain. All the friends I could've had, all the parties I could've attended, all lost for nothing.

Because now here I'm sat in my stupid art class next to no one other than Jeon Jungkook. How cliché, being paired up with you childhood best friend who you were madly in love with.

We've been assigned to take candid picture of our partners and make 5 pieces out of them. all with different emotions in mind and all in different mediums. We've been allowed free rein on this project. However, we will be deducted points if our professor doesn't think our pictures are spontaneous enough or don't show enough emotion. She also is expecting all our pieces to match up with the others, so in total she wants 10 pieces that represent both of our styles but can also all go together as one project. She's given us all a polaroid camera each, its honestly all so perfect.

This would usually be my wet dream. I'm allowed to do whatever I like on 5 completely separate projects. But the brooding presence beside me is damping the whole experience for me.

I'm quite surprised when she tells us this will be our last project of the year, giving us 5 months to complete it. She informs us that it will be 60% of our final grade and she wants us to go big for all 5 of the pieces.

I can tell other people are stressed by this from all of the muttering around the room but I honestly couldn't think of anything better. 5 months to express myself through my art anyway that I like. I can already feel the ideas rushing to me.

From an artist perspective I can kind of see me being paired with Jungkook as a blessing. If I have to channel all my emotions into my art I can't think of a better person to do it through. However, as the petty person I am I couldn't be more annoyed. I can tell he's pissed off too, he still has the same habits, I could read his body language with my eyes closed.

It kind of hurt, I cant lie, I know why I'm upset but is it really so bad for him to be paired up with me? Is he scared I'll ruin the pretty little reputation he's maintained here. It's honestly baffling how much one person can change. He never care what people thought of us before but now he cant even bare being paired up with me. He used to beg our teachers to put us together at school.

He finally looks at me, a scowl evident on his face, I don't want to be paired up with you either, dickhead. 'I'll ask if there's anyway we can swap.'

It's strange, the way my heart hurts at this, much like when he first left, or when he ignored me. It's silly, I didn't want to be paired up with him either. 'whatever.'

I'm already packing my things up to leave the class room when our professor starts talking again. 'Oh and one last thing, under no circumstances are you allowed to switch partners. I want this project to be as authentic as possible, I chose people you aren't friends with on purpose, I want you to learn about each other and to show that in your art. I want it to tell a story.'

It's like she's staring directly at me and Jungkook, 'For fuck sake.' Is all I hear him say before I leave the classroom.

'Hey, wait up.' Jeon grabs my arm, forcing me to face him. I haven't looked him in the eyes since I first bumped into him. The temptation to walk away from him just like he did to me is immensely strong. 'We should at least exchange numbers for the project.'

He sounds far to annoyed to my ears and it ticks me off even more. 'You're such a cunt.' Ripping my arm away from him I go to make my exit again. Call me dramatic but this is the first time we've talked since he left and I cant help but be a little bit pissy with him. God, he even deleted my number.

'What the fuck is that meant to mean.' Oh, he's seething . Good.

'Are you serious right now?'

'No.' he deadpans. god this boy infuriates me. 'Of course, I'm serious. What is your problem.'

'You're my problem. You and your stupid better than thou act.' It comes out as a laugh. An angry one.

'Look, I don't know why you're so mad at me, but you're going to have to get over it if were going to pass this class.' It's a reasonable point ill give him that. But really, he doesn’t know why i’m mad at him? That HAS to be a joke.

Sighing I decide to compromise, 'Just message me on Instagram, or did you delete that too?' It's petty I know, but I had to get it out.

'I'll message you later.' Completely ignoring my childish remark, he begins walking in the opposite direction. Being the one who gets to walk away yet again.

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