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cue the montage ✮ wes bennett [chapter 1]

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Their mother’s death was harder on Charlie than it was on Liz. Not that she was trying to discount Liz’s grief, which of course was just as valid.

Liz just managed to carry on. Charlie couldn’t even watch a stupid rom-com. How was it that such a small thing as a movie could affect her so much? Where Liz found solace in the box of movies their mother left behind, Charlie dreaded anytime they were on the tv. They reminded her of all the times their mum would watch them with the two of them, Liz commenting on the soundtrack and Charlie on the videography.

So much time had passed and still… no rom-coms were allowed to be on in her presence, she threw out all romance books too, even magazines, knowing that the articles would be about celebrity couples and would inevitably awaken that something inside her.

So, when Liz and Co. decided to host a movie night in the room directly underneath Charlie’s bedroom, she felt that all-too familiar static buzzing behind her eyes. She stayed in bed, willing herself to tune it out; she turned up an old episode of ‘Criminal Minds,’ letting the low voice of Aaron Hotchner drown out the distant sound of whatever over-the-top romantic comedy Liz had picked.

It didn’t work.

A knock on her door.

Charlie ignored it.

“Charlie.” Liz called through the door gently. The knob turned and Liz poked her head in, an expectant smile already on her face. “Come down, we’re watching ‘10 Things I Hate About You.’”

Charlie barely glanced away from her laptop. “And?”

Liz sighed dramatically. “And… its iconic.” She stepped fully into the room, arms crossed like she was ready for a full debate. “It’s literally one of the best rom-coms of all time. You’d love it if you actually gave it a chance.”

Charlie snorted, clicking pause on her episode. ‘Criminal Minds’ froze on a grainy crime scene photo, a stark contrast to whatever nonsense was happening downstairs.

“Come on. It’s tradition.” Liz groaned, flopping onto the edge of her bed, just wanting to spend time with her sister.

That’s the thing. It was a tradition. Past tense.

Charlie didn’t answer, staring at the laptop screen like she could will Liz into disappearing and allowing her to wallow.

After a long pause, Liz sighed and stood back up. “Mom would’ve loved this.” She said softly.

Charlie squeezed her eyes shut. A low blow. Liz didn’t really know how Charlie felt about the whole thing, they’d never really spoken about it. So, as much as she knew that Liz wasn’t trying to hurt her or to be spiteful, it still got her.

The door clicked shut behind Liz, but the words stayed, settling heavily onto Charlie’s chest.

˙✧˖°🍿 ༘ ⋆｡° Two hours later . ݁₊ ⊹ . 📽.ᐟ

Charlie wasn’t hiding.

She was simply strategically avoiding unnecessary social interactions. That was different.

Her stomach, however, had no concept of dignity. It growled - loud and accusing - reminding her that, in her stubbornness, she had skipped dinner. Not on purpose, of course. But, the moment Liz started lovingly arranging her stack of “Mom’s favourite rom-coms” for the group, Charlie had officially lost her appetite.

And now? Now she was starving. Which, of course presented a problem.

Going downstairs meant risking everything. The movie night war zone was still in full effect. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be dragged into a conversation about “cinematic masterpieces that define a generation” (Liz’s words) or, worse, forced to endure a spontaneous quiz on which 90s rom-com boyfriend was “her type.”

(None of them, obviously. Her type - if she had to have one - was emotionally unavailable FBI agents solving murders. She had standards.)

Still. She needed snacks.

Charlie cracked her bedroom door open a fraction of an inch, eyes narrowing as she listened. Laughter floated up from the living room. The movie was still playing - something obnoxiously upbeat, with far too much whimsical background music.

The coast was clear.

She stepped into the hallway with the practiced grace of someone evading capture.

Step. Pause. Listen.

Nothing.

She moved down the hallway, avoiding the one floorboard she knew would creak. This was stealth mode activated. Tactical precision. She should be in and out in under a minute.

Charlie reached the top of the staircase, gripping the banister like it was ‘Mission Impossible.’

One step. Then another. And a miscalculated third step.

Her sock slipped against the wood - just slightly - but it was enough to send her foot colliding with the next step.

Charlie froze, her body rigid. Her entire life flashed before her eyes. Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic. But, she was panicked.

She remained perfectly still, waiting for the inevitable sound of Liz’s voice calling her out. But… silence.

Once she made it to the kitchen, she moved quickly. The fridge was right there, she was so close. Charlie yanked the door open, grabbed a can of Coke and was mid-search for something snack-worthy when-

“Well, well, well.”

Charlie flinched so violently she nearly smacked herself in the face with the fridge door.

That voice.

That smug, infuriating, can’t-mind-his-own-business voice.

“If it isn’t the anti-rom-com queen herself.”

No. No, no, no.

She turned slowly - painstakingly slowly - already knowing what she’d see.

Wes Bennett.

Casually perched on the counter, arms crossed, watching her like he’d just caught her breaking into his house, instead of her own damn kitchen.

Charlie narrowed her eyes.

How. Was. He. Everywhere.

It was so typical. Wes Bennett had been lurking in her life since childhood, always popping up at the worst possible moments with that same stupid, self-satisfied grin.

When they were kids he used to chase her and Liz around the neighbourhood with frogs, laughing when she screamed. In middle school, he’d stolen the last piece of birthday cake at her own party and then shrugged when she yelled at him. And now? Now, he’d upgraded to showing up in her kitchen uninvited and making unsolicited commentary on her movie preferences.

She sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. “Why are you even here?”

Wes tilted his head, pretending to think about it. “Well, I live next door. And Liz is my friend. And your kitchen has good snacks.” He gestured towards the bag of popcorn in her hand. “Clearly, you agree.”

Charlie ignored him and went to grab a glass from the cabinet. If she didn’t acknowledge him, maybe he’d disappear.

No such luck.

“So.” He said, hopping off the counter and leaning against it instead. “Not even one movie? That’s a little extreme, Charlotte.”

Charlie froze mid-motion. She hadn’t heard anyone call her that in a while, and she felt like it jump-started her, sent her into fight or flight.

She turned around slowly, leveling him with a glare. “Don’t call me that.”

Wes’ smirk widened. “Why not? It’s your name.”

“Yeah… No one calls me that.”

“Well.” He said, annoyingly casual. “They do now.”

Charlie set the glass down with a little too much force.

“Whoa, whoa.” He raised his hands, grinning. “No need for violence, Charlotte.”

Her jaw clenched.

Wes just laughed, grabbing a bottle of water from the counter. He was so lucky that she had no weapons within reach.

Charlie exhaled slowly, snatched her soda from the counter, and turned toward the stairs. If she didn’t leave now, she’d be on trial for homicide by morning.

“Wait.”

She stopped, shoulders tense.

His voice was light, teasing, but there was something annoyingly confident beneath it.

“One day, Buxbaum, you’re gonna cave. And when you do, I’m picking the movie.”

Charlie didn’t turn around. Didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response. Just kept walking, pretending she wasn’t still hearing his voice in her head long after she shut her bedroom door.

One day, Buxbaum, you’re gonna cave.

God, she hated him.

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go watch my realistic week in my life!! 📖🤍

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Cue The Montage: A Wes Bennett fic

On wattpad and ao3 :D

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Alex Downes 🥐☕

aaaand here is the second oc from this post :)

alex (character b) is a procrastinating artist who would rather did than have a phone call - unless it’s her girlfriend ofc

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hey guys, go watch my first youtube video in a while! 🎀🪽

https://youtu.be/umf40-rFYh4

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hey guys, go watch my first youtube video in a while! 🎀🪽

https://youtu.be/umf40-rFYh4

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Evelyn Morgan 🎀🪽

as promised in this post, here’s the first oc :)

this is Evelyn (previously known as character A) she’s an extravert, a list-maker and she loves bugs and her girlfriend

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okay loves! my new year's resolution is to post more on here for you guys sooooo

who remembers this post? where I talked about making proper characters out of character A and character B from this post and this post...

i think its finally time to do it so

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prompt!🎀

codependency but in a good way. like they literally CANNOT survive without each other.

and its that kind of relationship where they’re so obsessed with each other. loads of physical touch (always holding an arm or their arm around the other’s waist).

if either of them get asked out they just start laughing.

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“May the fates be on your side, and The Stars look upon you gladly.” ⊹₊⟡⋆

📚: When The Stars Aligned

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happy days to the people that don’t celebrate, have a difficult time finding joy, or have difficult families during the holidays! you’ll get through it and be onto a new year (thank goodness)!

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"We want more complex female characters" you can't even handle an angry, grieving daughter who just had her mother killed by her future wife's sister, shut the fuck up

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Let's..... go lesbians?

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the way my jaw DROPPED when i saw maddie in that bed with cait

absolutely not

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Can we get some spicy first time prompts?

aftercare fluff prompts 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

“depollute me, pretty baby” જ⁀➴ ♡

[a/n: hey anon! i’ve changed this prompt req a little bit bc i rlly don’t trust myself writing nsfw stuff soooooo i hope you’re happy with first time aftercare fluff… also this is a bit of a short one bc i’m just trying to get ANYTHING posted at the moment 🦢🤍]

LOADS of reassurance

cuddles

head scratches and playing with each others hair

shower/bath? or just like getting cleaned up

NOT going on their phone straight away

talking about it, like what they liked or didn’t like, how they’re feeling?

talking about anything, just yapping to each other really (i LOVE this one so much, my bf just puts up with me suddenly wanting to talk about hazbin or arcane or something)

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i LOVE seeing u bitches reblog my prompts and have convos in the tags

like, idk what ur talking about but keep yapping pookie, u seem happy

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