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Where Do We Go From Here?

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Pairing: John B Routledge x Kook!Reader Requested?: yes Warnings: tiny bit of angst, cannon events/semi cannon events(idek if that should be a warning) Word Count: 2.3k Proofread?: no A/N: Okay, I feel like I didn't do this fic the justice it deserved. Also apologize for taking so long to put this out I haven't been feeling all too great. I should be posting Good Graces 4 sometime next week. My requests are closed but you can still ask to be on my taglist. This is my reblogs, follow to see what I be reading. :)

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I watched as John B got up from the stump he was sitting on, walking over to the water. I sat for a moment before following him. Once by his side I look over to the left of me before looking at him, a miniscule frown on my face.

“We’re together, right?” I asked calmly as I stared at his face, causing him to glance at me for a second before looking back towards the water.

“Yeah.” He spoke quickly as he cleared his throat. I nod softly as I look to the ground before looking back at him.

“So that means we always tell each other the truth.” I say matter of factly earning a look of almost shock from John B before he looked away again, tensing his jaw.

“(Y/N), I am telling the truth.” He said flatly, I tilted my head back as I pursed my lips. Leaning on my back foot, giving him an almost disbelieving look. He finally turns to me in a defensive manner.

“What you think I’m.. I’m lying?” He asked defensively as he shook his head, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Is that what you think? No, I…” “No, no, it’s just…” We both started to say at the same time, stuttering for a moment before he allowed me to continue talking. Looking away from him with a small sigh before continuing.

“The story that you told us isn’t really adding up.” I looked around for a moment before looking back at him. He let out a small sigh as he looked away, trying not to roll his eyes.

“You guys get the Twinkie and you go off to Charleston without telling anyone, and I’m just trying to understand why. If there’s anything that you can’t tell the others, you can tell me.” I spoke gently, concern laced in my voice as we both looked at each other. My eyes swirled with emotion as I stared into his hazel eyes.

“Mmm.” He hummed out with a curt nod as he looked away once again.

“Look, look at me. What happened?” I grabbed his head gently, running my hands down to the holding onto his neck. “You’ve just been acting so off since your dad got back.” I asked as I patted his neck, squeezing softly as I talked.

“What happened?” He asked flatly.

“Yes, John B. It’s me. I’m on your side.” I spoke hastily, trying to convey how desperate I am to get him to understand that I am here for him.

“Okay, (Y/N), you know what happened?.” He spoke sternly as he grabbed my wrists pulling my hands off of him. “My dad came back.” He looked towards Big John as he pointed before looking back at me with raised eyebrows. “ And he’s trying to help all of us.” He spoke matter of factly.

“Uh-huh.” I replied softly as I followed his words, lips parted as I took in his words.

“And meanwhile, your dad tried to kill you.” He started causing me to let out a soft gasp “And I’m sorry that you can’t deal with that.” He spoke softly as I looked away. Tears welled in my eyes as I licked my lips, sniffling.

“Am I wrong?” He asked in a flat voice. I licked the back of my teeth as I tried to keep my breathing steady so my tears didn’t fall.

“Well, then call me when you wanna tell the truth.” I exhaled as I walked away from him.

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I let out a soft sigh as I stared out at the water on an abandoned pier, remembering the last conversation I had with John B. Tears welling in my eyes as I let out a shaky breath, sniffling as I replayed it over and over in my head.

‘How could you say something like that to someone you love?’ I thought to myself as I sniffled again, wiping at the tears on my face as I closed my eyes.

He wasn’t wrong though, my dad did try to kill me after I found out he was still alive. Which truly hurt since I saw him blow up on his boat. That memory will definitely stick with me for the rest of my life. What he didn’t mention but I know he implied it was the fact that I now have nothing. No house to go to and no money since I’ve given up my Kook card to be a Pogue. Which I am now almost regretting. Finding that it was worthless to sit there and risk my life for John B if he was going to be like this.

I haven’t spoken to him since, afraid of what would happen if I tried to go to talk to him again. I didn’t want to lose him but I also didn’t want to face him. I tried going to Kie for a place to stay but her parents were being dicks about it. Tried going JJ only to find an eviction notice plastered on his front door and him nowhere to be seen. I didn’t even bother Pope since Cleo is staying with him. That’s how I found myself with Topper that same day, letting out a groan as I remember that encounter.

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“You look a little thirsty. If you want there’s beers right there. You can grab a drink.” He said in a teasing tone, pointing towards the cooler. I smiled softly at him as I grabbed a beer out of the cooler.

“Never thought I’d be a beer cooler vagrant. That’s embarrassing.” I sighed out as I leaned against the edge of his boat, cracking open the beer with a small smile on my face.

“Yeah, I thought you were more into, like, high-end heists now. Like robbing trains, you know?” He smirked softly as he kept looking from me to the water. Grimacing softly as I shook my head at him.

“Sorry.” I apologize softly.

“Which… No judgment. Um..” He said matter of factly with a small shake of his head as he laughed softly

“I wouldn’t blame you if you.” I smiled, returning the soft laugh as I looked towards the water.

“Listen, I know your back’s against it right now,” He started, concern laced in his tone. “And I can drop you at your house and talk to your brother on your behalf or not.” He suggested as I immediately shook my head.

“No, absolutely not.” I sighed out.

“All right, okay.” He licked his lips, eyes focused on the water in front of him. “Um, yeah, where are you staying right now?” He asked softly.

“Um…” I mumbled out as I brushed some hair out of my face, looking away.

“I’m…I’m so sorry. I’m not trying to be up in your business or anything.” He stuttered out as I just shook my head. “Look, I know you have a boyfriend, and, um, I have a… I have a girlfriend now.” He said excitedly as I took a sip of my beer, almost choking on it.

“You have a girlfriend?” I asked, trying to keep an even tone

“Yeah.” He nodded with a smile on his face “You’re surprised?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Of course you do.” I sighed out softly “Who?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Um, you know, Elena.” He said casually as he looked at me with a small nod.

“Reedy?” I asked in disbelief with a slight laugh.

“What, you don’t like her?” He asked in a teasing tone as he looked me up and down.

“No, it’s just… I don’t know.” I sighed out raising a hand and shaking it softly before turning to fully face it. “It’s just when we were together, she was just always like up your ass. It was just weird to me, and..” I laughed out with a shake of my head getting cut off by Topper who had a slight smirk on his face.

“Oh, you’re jealous.” He asked in a teasing way as he gestured to me.

“I’m not jealous!” I said defensively as I shook my head at him.

“You’re jealous. No, it’s fine. I get it.” He sighed out as I continued to deny it.

“She would just linger. She was just always ready to pounce or something.” I sighed out as I stood, gesturing a pounce.

“Well, you left and broke up with me, so..” He stated with a huff of a laugh as he shook his head.

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The soft ding of my phone pulled me out of the memory as I looked down to see who texted me, Kiara. Letting out a soft sigh as I opened my phone to see what she had said.

Kie: Parents’ party starts in an hour. Figured, I’d remind you.

Me: Alright thank you, I’ll start getting ready. I’ll see you in a bit.

I stood up from the edge of the pier I was on, grabbing my purple cruiser bike as I hopped on it going back to Topper’s pool house to change for the party. Grateful that Topper is allowing me to stay there. After about half an hour of getting ready and making sure I look perfect, I make the short trip over to the party.

Standing next to Kiara as her parents did their speech, a smile on my face as she walked towards them after her father finished speaking.

“Psst (Y/N)” I heard someone whisper loudly behind me, immediately turning around to see John B with a goofy grin on his face. He makes his way towards me, I look around for a moment before slightly running over towards him, a smile on my face. Once we’re in front of each other he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me, pulling me tight against him. I let out a soft sigh of relief as I wrapped my arms around him as well.

“Long time no see.”” He said softly as I put my hand on the back of his head.

“Hi.” I breathed out, panic filled my eyes before I shut them gently.

“Hey, come here. Come here, follow me.” He urged out as he pulled away, looking at me with longing.

“What are you doing here?” I asked softly as I held his hand, allowing him to pull me away.

“I have so much I have to tell you.” He spoke softly as he squeezed my hands. Stopping at a table. I looked up to him through my lashes, shaking my head softly.

“I have so much I have to tell you.” I repeated back softly, hurt laced in my voice.

“(Y/N)...I’m sorry..I’m so sorry.” He stuttered out with a frown, shaking his head “For the way I talked to you at the Chateau, for lying about El Dorado, for not being there for you when you needed me.” He spoke softly, his tone positively filled with genuine regret. I squeezed his hands softly as I shook my head softly as I turned away from him.

“It’s fine. I’m sure your dad probably didn’t want you to say anything.” I said dejected as I kept my gaze down as I spoke before looking at him.

“No, no. Hey.” He furrowed his eyebrows softly as he moved a hand to caress my jaw. “I messed up. I missed you.” He stroked his thumb against my cheek before pulling me into a hug.

“Missed you too.” I spoke quietly as I sighed out as I pulled away from him.

“Hey, look. We gotta get out of here. We gotta go. Come on.” He spoke hurriedly as he grabbed my hand again, trying to pull me along with him. I pulled away from him, going back towards the table.

“No, wait.” I mumbled as I brought my hand to my face, John B immediately back by my side, eyes filled with concern.

“(Y/N)? What’s going on?” He asked softly as he put a hand on my back. I looked up at him, panic and uncertainty swirling in my eyes. I sighed out softly as I kept my gaze on the table.

“I have something to tell you.” I whispered as I closed my eyes, he only rubbed my back gently, waiting for me to continue. “I saw Topper.” I muttered softly, his hand stopping its motion before pulling off of me quickly, almost in disgust.

“You did what?” He spoke in a calm manner.

“I didn’t know where else to go after our fight..” I sniffled as I shook my head. “I didn’t sleep with him, I promise. I..I just needed a place to stay.” I say softly as John B just stares at the side of my face with his jaw clenched

“I..I thought you just didn’t want me around anymore.” I admit softly “And I thought you would’ve been angry if I came back around.” I sniffled again as tears well in my eyes. The expression on John B’s face softens as he realizes just how much pain he put me through over the past few days. Without a word he pulls me into his chest as he cradles my head.

“I’m so so so sorry (Y/N)” He spoke into my hair, as he planted a kiss to the top of my head. A soft sob escapes my lips as I wrap my arms around him as I bury my head further against his chest.

“I promise to never put you through that again.” He vowed as before pulling away to look at my face. His hands came up to cup my cheeks, wiping them away with a soft smile on his face. “I love you so much (Y/N).” He said softly as he searched my eyes.

“I love you too, John B, so much.” I breathed out softly with a small nod.

Without warning he put his lips against mine, pulling me into a soft tender kiss. Pouring his entire heart out as I eagerly returned the kiss, a smile on my lips as he pulled away.

“Wherever we go from here, I promise you, I will always be by your side. I won’t ever make you second guess a single thing.” He promised tenderly as his hands came back to cup my cheeks. Relief flooding my body as I nodded at him, a loving smile on my face.

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d3adbr3inc3lls · 7 months ago

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hi, I don’t know if you write for Friede, so no worries if you don’t, but I’d like to request headcanons for a gn reader who meets Friede and he offers to let them join the RVT? No pressure ofc! Love your work

Friede x Reader | Old Connections | Oneshot

I haven't written for him but I will try,,, btw I changed the story a bit so Friede and Reader knew of eachother in highschool, but they're kinda meeting again to an extent after not talking to eachother for years.

It was a miracle that you were talking to your highschool best friend/crush.

The two of you met accidentally as you were grabbing youur daily treat from the nearby Cafe.

Your partner pokémon was happily chewing on a poképuff as the two of you caught up.

"I've been good, the kids are now st-"

"You have kids???"

You and Friede were close friends in highschool, and you've had a crush on him ever since you were 17.

But to think that he had kids was insane, the both of you were in your mid 20's right now, and the fact that he has multiple was insane.

"Oh- no, no- not my kids, I-"

He took a deep breath before chuckling.

He used to be the most confident kid in highschool and you couldn't help but always wish to be him, or be with him.

"Well, you remember how when we first graduated I started a new project, turning gramp's old ship into something else?"

Of course you remembered. It's the one thing you often think back on when you missed him.

After the two of you graduated, you invited him over to your place to celebrate and he stayed the night. Most of the night was spent with him rambling on about his dream with the newly-caught Pikachu curled up on his stomach.

You've always wanted to confess your feelings right there and then, the lighting was perfect, and you cuss at yourself daily for chickhening out.

"Well, after about a few months or a year, I managed to get it sorted,"

His voice cuts through your thoughts, snapping you back into reality.

"And?"

"And what?"

There it was, the soft laugh that you adored, a boyish smile plastered on his face as he glanced away from you, acting as if he hadn't been staring at you this whole time.

"How is it? Did you get your boyband sorted?"

"It's not a boyband- we have a bit of everyone- you'll love the team,"

And there he went, rambling all about the people and pokémon who lived on the ship prior to it being taken down by Raquaza -which apparently was a shiny, so that was something new- and left everyone to go back to a more normal life.

The passion in his eyes was evident as he rambled on about his co-workers, their traits, and how they help out.

Suddenly, the boy man paused as he looked at you, his golden gaze gleaming with affection.

To an extent, you forgot that the two of you have been separated for years.

"You should join us, it'll be fun, I'm sure you'll love Murdock! He bakes the best sweets!"

His gaze was warm as he looked at you, and you swore you could feel your heart skip a beat.

It was hard to say no to him, not only because you've always had a crush on him (that at this point lasted for at least 4 years, which probably is more like 6-7 years), but because wanted to travel with a group of people.

Giving him a small nod, his grin widened as he lifted himself off the mahogany table and quickly embraced you.

"It's gonna be so much fun with you here, I promise you'll love it-"

As quickly as he began talking, he pauses, quickly loosening his grip before rubbing the back of his neck

"-when it gets fixed that is..."

I might write another fic about the graduation night, idek, lmk if you guys wanna see that !!

#rahh I have assingments <///3 #I apologise if this sucks #my work #Friede x Reader #Friede x GN!Reader #RVT Friede x reader #Freide x Male Reader #pokemon hz x reader #RVT x reader #GN!Reader #Male Reader #x m!reader #x GN!Reader #pokemon x reader #cannon x reader #x reader

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starsval · 2 years ago

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you're losing me

remus lupin x reader

summary: remus giving you mixed signals. based on you're losing me by taylor swift.

word count: 1,1k

a/n: idek if i like this but i'll just post it. thanks to @myriadmoons for helping me write this, ily<3

Stop, you’re losin’ me

“you’re so pretty” he’s practically on top of you, although the common room is empty. he’s touching your face, your hair, your hands. he sees you’re getting flustered and continues. “you don’t understand how pretty you are”

“remus” you wince, trying to get away from his hold.

“what, babe?” he says, almost mocking you.

“stop” you insist.

“stop what?” he hides in your neck, and you can feel the smirk growing on his face when your hand goes to his hair.

“this” he doesn’t seem to care, because he distances from you, puts his hand on the back of your neck, leaning in to kiss you.

when he pulls away, he leans his forehead on yours, and for a moment, it seems like he’s going to confess, like he’s going to say the three words you’re waiting for.

but he doesn’t,

instead, he pulls away when he hears your friends walking in, he sits back on the couch, away from you, and starts reading like nothing happened.

Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

you were sitting next to him, watching him lie on the infirmary bed, just like every month.

"babe, stop doing that" you don't know when he woke up, you just know that his hand is on yours so you stop biting your nails. you immediately get up, grabbing his face so you can look at it.

"how are you feeling?" he smiles, staring at your eyes. if only he could see the storms in them.

"good" he replies as he grabs your waist, moving you to lie next to him.

and you stay like that for a while, talking about nothing in particular, his hands on you all the time.

once he feels better he gets up, slowly gathering his things. you walk him to the door, but you don't get out.

"i think i'll stay here for a bit, i'm feeling sick" you look at him, and there's a bit of confusion in his eyes.

"oh, okay" that's the last thing he says before leaving.

Stop, you’re losin’ me

the next time he sees you, you're both at a party, and your friends aren't there yet. so he approaches you, takes a sip from your cup and puts his arms around you.

"hi" he smiles.

"hi" you smile back.

"i love your outfit" he stares at it.

"thanks"

"i could show you how much i love it in my room thought" he smirks when you blush.

"stop"

"okay" he replies, but he hugs you tighter.

and you stay like that for a bit, but when he sees lily walking towards you he completely pulls away, and he disappears before you can say something.

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're running down the hallway

And you know what they all say

"You don't know what you got until it's gone"

when you walk out of the common room, he doesn't know whether to follow you or not. he stares at the now cold spot next to him, but he's not sure if he should follow you.

when he sees you, you're drying your face. and he stares at the redness of them.

"love, are you okay?" he sits next to you, on the hallway floor.

"yes" he sighs, taking one of your hands in his.

"if you need anything, i'm here, you know?" he explains, not staring at you.

"i know"

neither of you talk for a while, you staring at the wall in front of you, him staring at your hand on his.

"i'm sorry that my pain is a burden"

"your pain could never be an imposition" he assures you.

"stop"

"it's true, i mean it"

he says, but as soon as someone calls him from the end of the hallway, he gets up.

"i'm sorry, i have to leave"

and you know you shouldn't care, you know you shouldn't go to his dorm later that day so you can go study together, you know you should just ignore him. but you go anyway.

"you're going to study with mrs. moony?" you hear sirius ask remus, from outside the room.

"stop fucking calling her mrs. moony, she's not my wife" you hear remus spat at sirius, and you think that you might just leave, that you don't want to listen to the whole conversation.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" sirius doesn't know you're there, but he's still offended.

"she's just following me all the time, asking me if she can help me, she's just a people pleaser, like i would marry her" and that's when you decide that it's enough, that you don't want to keep listening, that you don't want to see him anymore.

and he waits, he waits for you in the library, where you were supposed to meet. he waits until curfew. he waits until the next morning, when you're supposed to sit next to him during breakfast. he waits in class, where you're supposed to sit next to him.

but you know what they all say, you don't know what you got until it's gone.

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losing me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

he approaches you again while you're choosing something to drink.

"i like your outfit" he smiles.

"stop" you walk away from him, making him frown.

"what?

"you're losing me"

“what? c’mon, talk to me”

he follows you out of the party, to talk, he said, but when you want to, he doesn't listen. instead, he takes your cup out of your hand.

"stop ignoring me!" you say when he starts looking around.

"i'm not!" but then he looks at a couple who just walked out of the common room.

"i'm the best thing at this party"

you're losing me

he doesn't talk, he just stares at you, that's when you feel the tears filling your eyes.

"and i wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser" you chuckle, tears running down your face. "who only wanted you to see her"

you wait for him to say something, to apologize, to take his words back, to react, but he just stares at you.

"Do something, babe, say something" (Say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losing me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing)

"To believe, unless you're choosing me"

"do something, babe, say something" you insist, but he just looks at the floor. "lose something, risk something"

you're losing me

"chose something, love, i got nothing" you tell him, waiting for him to do something.

to believe, unless you're choosing me

#remus lupin x reader #young remus x y/n #the marauders era #young remus lupin #based on a taylor swift song #the marauders

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enhypens-hoe · 11 months ago

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Cherry - Kang Taehyun

pair: i.c shop worker!kang taehyun x customer!femalereader

genre: idek, smut

summary: your friends have been trying to get you to go to this ice cream shop. Not for the ice cream for the worker and well you have to do a dare for missing girls night. Where does it lead you? The sweetest place on earth and you have to admit he's attractive.

warnings: small smut 'scene', use of "slut" once, cursing, p in v sex, lmk if theres more.

divider creds: @/yeomgyuu

★ starring: txts’ Beomgyu and Soobin as Terrys co-workers

Thighs spread out on the counter as your moans grow louder and your head bangs on the wall. “Fuck.. omg yes right there” you squeeze your eyes shut as he rams his hips into yours. “nghh oh baby” you scream out causing Taehyun to slap his hand over your mouth.

“You want Beomgyu and Soobin to hear what a slut you are?” he asks you, thrusting harder than before. You shake your head at him and whimper into his palm. “Are you close? Give it to me come on cum on my cock.”

“I’m cumming shit!” your orgasm hits you hard and Taehyun doesn’t cum too long after you.

How’d you even get into this situation? Well…

ding! the bell above the door chimes as you enter the ice cream shop. It’s cute the decorations are pastel and pink. Omg… maybe I should’ve come sooner you think while you wait in line.

Your friends have been recommending this place to you for a long time but not for the ice cream. It’s because of the person scooping the ice cream. They say that the guy who works here is ‘right up your alley’ whatever that means.

Now you would never go to an ice cream shop just for some guy that your friends think you’ll spend the rest of your life with. But you skipped girls' night and in exchange you must do a dare. Your friends quickly gave you the dare and now thinking about it they seemed happy that you missed girls' night.

So, here you are waiting to look at a guy who is- absolutely gorgeous what the fu-

“Hi! What can I get for you?” the guy with the pink hair enthusiastically speaks to you. His name tag says Taehyun… cute. “Oh, if you’re unsure we do samples too.”

“Hi, sorry what do you recommend?” you try not to stare at him, so you decide to play it safe and pretend you’re looking at the different varieties of ice cream.

“I really like Cherry.. it’s my favorite. So, I’d recommend that.” He tells you not taking his eyes off of you. “Okay! Sounds good I’ll have that.” you respond finally looking at his face again.

He nods before asking you “And would you like that in a cup or cone?” You grab your wallet to pay as you reply, “Cup please and thank you.” ‘It’s my pleasure’ he replies grabbing an ice cream scooper to scoop your ice cream.

You watch as he scoops the ice cream his hands are veiny and big. You wish that they were wrapped around your body. Oh, how you want him to run his fingers through your hair.

“And here you go I hope you enjoy it!” his bright smile returns as he holds the cup for you to grab it. “Thank you” your face heats up as you walk away to a table.

After some time, you decide to snap a pic of the dessert so your friends can see that you completed the dare. The group chat messages flood with questions asking if you think he’s cute. You laugh to yourself taking the last spoon of ice cream.

“Hey, did you like the ice cream?” You lift your head and see Taehyun eyeing you as you finish your last spoonful. He doesn’t take his eyes off of your mouth as his sits down across from you. “Mhm! It was really good thanks... for the recommendation.”

“Good I’m glad you liked it.. uhm well actually the shop’s closing but-” you cut him off “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I’ll get going” you get up from the booth and bow. Terry grabs your wrist before you can walk away, and he gets up from where he was sitting.

“Actually I was going to say you could stay. While I close up I mean if you want and we could get to know more about each other. I’d like to know more about you..” He finishes his sentence slightly biting his lip.

Yes please. Oh my- I’d love to know much more about him. “Yeah.. Yeah I think I’d like to know more about you too.” you smile at him.

@enhypens-hoe 2023 - do not steal, copy or translate.

#kang taehyun #taehyun smut #taehyun x reader #taehyun txt #txt smut #txt x reader #taehyun hard hours #txt #txt imagines #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #kpop smut #txt fic #txt oneshots

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hiemaldesirae · 8 months ago

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AU where *Vox* is the one who disappears for 7 years, and ALL of Hell suffers for it. The remaining 2 Vees end up with their souls contracted to Alastor, Carmilla and Zestial have to become allies and join forces-most overlords do by the time Vox comes back there ARE no solo Overlords left, except technically Rosie and Alastor but even they are 'allies' in the loosest sense. Everyone else is paired up and it all because of the madness of Radio Demon at the disappearance of his muse. He's shacked up inside of The Vees Tower, taking over Vox's floor as his own, adding a radio tower to the side of it.

And then, 7 years after his disappearance, Vox reappears and joins Charlie Morningstar at her hotel for rehabilitation of sinners of all things, with Angel Dust as her first client, and--

The very foundations of Hell shake.

OHHH this one is fun. yesyesyes im so onboard with this one!!! i think about swap aus very fondly no matter how many times i see premises where vox and al get their storylines swapped ill ALWAYS eat it up.

okay so i do have some questions i want to get over with first. did al and vox breakup before the whole. (waves hands) seven year leave thing. like did they fight before he left because that brings a wholly different dynamic to the table rather than 'oh vox just disappeared one day', which in fairness i can see driving alastor crazy in a much different way, but also if they'd fought beforehand and alastor had expected to see vox back with the vees the day after or something, only to find him missing with no one aware of where he was... hoo boy. and also- does alastor take over the entertainment district here? like, he's got val and velvette as contracted souls, so do they stop running the district because they can no longer hold the respect of those they were once under and just do menial tasks under al's servitude, or is there a completely different dynamic here that ive passed over?

anyway with that over with... (bashes my head into the wall) YES I NEED THIS. ohmuy god. the aus where vox is sponsoring the hazbin hotel because of a deal he made with lucifer or something have been haunting my head for weeks upon end and i cant help but imagine something similar here- i can just imagine how pissed alastor would be to learn of the fact that vox was back and didnt even think to go and SHOW HIMSELF to him first??? vox was HIS. his muse, his rival, his stupid, stupid picture box- and he went off to make a deal with that bright-faced, stupid little princess of hell? instead of going back to alastor? no, no, no, that cant do, absolutely not, VALENTINO, you have to get your oblivious little employee under control before i rip out both your throats-- anyway. i imagine al probably hates intearcting with either of the vees but he does to make sure theyre not dead or trying to kill him (its all for voxs sake. he wouldn't be glad to return and find his friends slaughtered, after all.)

sorry i dont really have any other thoughts to addonto this (theres a reason why i havent written/drawn a swap au with them and its because ive no idea how the story would change given all the different nuances that we dont yet know... so. yeah) except maybe that alastor would probably be pissed as hell at the attention vox gets when he returns- because he was a celebrity figure before he was gone, too, and his return is like the equivalent to a comeback on princess diana's revenge dress level. instead of being pissed that other sinners are paying attention to vox in a 'they should be looking at me' kind of way though he's more pissed in a 'no one should look at him except for me' kind of way which really weirds charlie vaggie and angel out who are kinda just going like... 'are you sure about that guy man' and vox just shrugs like 'well last time i was face to face with him we had a really bitter breakup fight so idek if hes sure about me tbh'

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #general asks #radiostatic #swap au

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bbitess · 8 months ago

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goth and metal prt 1-eurory x f!reader (use of y/n)

brothers best friend‼️ (euro is 19 in a high school type band, reader is a senior) idk how norwegian school works sorry

warnings‼️ smut, drinking and drugs, making out, ass slapping, fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v, gagging, creampie, the L-word, a meer couple sentences that have just a wee bit of degration and exibitionism

(this is based off sum random pic i saw on here and my love for my bauhaus vinyls and obsession w my set up 💪)

thank you all for being so sweet frrr, i’ve been an anonymous rory lover and all of these fics are from the archive of my notes app over the past few months :)

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Y/N is jan axels sister who doesn’t listen to much metal music, she’s more into gothic music. her brother had two friends he started a band with, she only knew the guitarist, oystein, since he was jan’s friend for a while. she stayed upstairs most of the time but around 9 she got sick of all the noise and decided to go downstairs.

As she approached the basement the music grew louder. she opened the door and the music stopped, all of their eyes hit her, making her feel a little embarrassed in her sleep shorts and a sweater.

“jan, can you keep it down or like, idk go somewhere else becuase i am just trying to have some peace of mind…”

the other members looked at jan who said “yeah, yeah we are almost done.”

“thank you” Y/N said leaving and going back upstairs.

“you really let your little sister boss you around like that?” oystein asked, he was a long time family friend and he knew Y/N for a while. they were friends when they were younger but he just kind of changed. “she’s not bossing me around, i just respect her, i mean, she usually is tolerant when we practice at my place.”

oystein looked pretended to be offended “what do you mean tolerant? she should be moved by my amazing guitar skill.” the bassist snickered, “in your dreams” jan replied, making oystein blush a little and the chuckles to grow louder.

oystein sighed and set down his guitar, “im getting a drink,” he states plainly before running up the stairs. he goes to the fridge and retrieves a cold glass of beer. when he closes the fridge door he finally noticed Y/N is also in the kitchen. she is reaching up high to grab a mug from the top shelf but she couldn’t seem to reach it. the sweater she was wearing rode up on her torso, exposing her flat stomach and thin waist which contrasted her full behind, the shorts hugging them well, leaving little room for the imagination. oystein shuttered, he couldn’t tell if it was because he was seeing his childhood best friends little sister all grown up, or because he was overflowing with desire. he will admit it, he has longed for her for at least a decade but nothing ever came of it. she was out of his league and off limits because of her brother, they had hung out a lot as friends but,

(a/n: idk why but when i wrote this i made the back story from euros first person, idk just imagine culkin like narrating idek, good luck.)

“i knew jan protected her with his life. one day when jan and i were in our last year of secondary school, about to graduate, i actually told him how i was feeling. that was unusual to say the least, we didn’t put our emotions into words very often. i told him how i wanted to ask his sister to the prom and how she had caught my eye in the past. he seemed suspicious and hesitant but eventually got the idea and gave me his blessing. i went to the store to get flowers, but they were sold out, i didn’t want to spend gas going to a different store so I just went home. but after that i lost hope, i never went to get the flowers or ask Y/N to prom, i guess i got caught up in the senior work and eventually i graduated, and now i only see her when im at jan’s.”

(okay it’s over, back to third person <3)

he pulled his eyes away and searched for a bottle opener but couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. he held the bottle up to Y/N and she nodded, she swiftly grabbed a spoon. oystein had his hand by the cap and had the bottle set on the table so she swiftly held his hand in place with one hand and with the other, used the spoon to open the bottle. oystein flinched and shook his hand, Y/N laughed, “it didn’t hurt that bad! and look your bottle is open,” oystein just smiled a little, and Y/N almost melted, his smile was beautiful but he never wore it. “you should smile more.” she she stated facing him. oysteins smile dropped almost immediately but the blush stayed on his cheeks and he reddened as Y/N inched closer to his face.

“you look nice when you smile,” she says, beaming and brushing a stand of his hair behind his ear smoothly. she walked away, giving oystein a second to breathe and hide the massive boner inside his pants. Y/N had abandoned the mug and grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge and opened it. “aren’t you too young to drink, Y/N?” oystein asked, he was 19 but not that new to alcohol. “no” she replied, “well, yes and no…” she said taking a hearty sip. “how old are you these days?” oystein asked slyly, Y/N replied with her honest age, “i’m graduating in a couple months.” “wow, you are mature beyond your years…” oystein states, smiling. “maybe you are just behind,” Y/N laughs and then drinks more. they are both about halfway done but the weather was kind of nice out. it was a summer dusk so Y/N and oystein went outside to finish beers and while they were out there, oystein couldn’t help but retrieve a rolled blunt from his pocket.

Y/N was a little nervous because they think smoking weed with someone is very vulnerable but they agreed to oystein and they smoked the joint. “i’ve always wanted to do this with you…” oystein admits, “do what?” she laughs, “idk, smoking together, drinking, talking, anything… i’ve always wanted to know you better.” she looks down, “i wanted to know you to, but you always seemed to push me away when i got to close, you never opened up to me after middle school you know…” oystein feels devastated a little hurt hearing this, he keeps smoking. “i’m so sorry if i made you feel unappreciated, Y/N. i really liked you, like really really liked you,” he chuckles. “i promise,” she smiles, still looking down, “really?” she asks. he goes on, “really! you know i was going to ask you to my prom last year, gosh i remember like it was yesterday. i asked your brother for his permission, it was the scariest shit i’ve ever done. and i was going to ask you but the store was sold out of flowers and i guess i just psyched myself out…” he admits, kind of laughing at the story.

Y/N is surprised since he never talks about his feelings this deeply. “wow, i never knew. why did you get psyched out?”

“i don’t know, you were almost two years younger than me but i was a nobody at that school. you were pretty and had good friends and were nice to everyone. i figured another lucky guy had already asked you, i wouldn’t want it make it weird.”

“wow, oystein i wish you told me, i would have gone with you.” Y/N said, he was kind of in disbelief at that.

Y/N smokes the blunt and smiles, content with oysteins confession, “i forgive you, cheers…” she says and holds up the bottle, “cheers to what?” oystein questions. “cheers to confession…” she laughs and they clink the bottles. “i confess that i really liked you too, well before you slammed the door on your emotions… but i know the oystein i knew is still in there.” Y/N says, seriously, almost in a stern tone. oystein was frozen for a moments time but in that moment he felt like he had gained the wisdom of centuries.

oystein finished the blunt and tossed it, and that quickly he grabbed her jaw and pressed his lips to hers for their long awaited kiss. their lips locked together, so perfectly they thought they would get stuck and never pull away. oystein even ran his tounge over her lips, meeting her in the middle when she got brave enough to try a french kiss. she was a little hesitant kissing someone she had known for so long, it almost felt wrong, but also so so right. her hands tangled in his wild hair and he held the back of her neck, his other hand subconsciously creeping up Y/N’s soft thighs.

after another moment which seemed like centuries, they pulled away catching their breath. they began to arrange their clothes and hair back to normal. “oystein?” Y/N asks, “yes?” “does this mean… that you still you know, like me?” oystein blushes “what makes you think that??” he states quickly. “well, you just kissed me like your in love, and… it’s just- also, i could see your boner the whole time.” Y/N admits, oystein was flustered but they laughed it off, his icy eyes locked on hers and he promised-not said, promised, “the second I laid eyes on you I was yours, yes, Y/N, I do like you.” she smiled and put herself in his arms, “good, i like guys who like me…” and then they both started laughing in each others arms like they used to.

“i have to get back,” oystein says getting up and holding the door back into the house open for Y/N but they eventually speak, “have fun with your death metal,” Y/N says, “its black metal, norwegian black metal…” oystein says smiling, “either way, my bauhaus vinyl is easier on the ears.” she smiles. “well maybe i’ll come up to your chamber and we can listen to it together, how does that sound?” he asks, she responds quickly, “grood… i meant to say great and good, i’m sorry i-.” he had already walked away thinking about how was he going to get rid of this raging boner.

later in the night, the guys had packed up their things, oystein was the last to leave, “hey do you want to stick around and watch a movie or something?” jan asked oystein, “umm, no” he remembered he promised he would go to his sisters room, “sorry man i’m just tired, see you.” and oystein quickly left with his guitar case and pretended to be going out the door but in reality he went to the next floor and knocked on Y/N’s door.

she had been waiting patiently for oystein to come upstairs and when he knocked she started the bauhaus vinyl, hoping he would be impressed with her music taste.

when Y/N opened the door oysteins jaw dropped, she had changed from her pajamas and into a lacey black top and thong that was covered by a sheer robe, tied around her small waist. he couldn’t believe it, she looked so different, so beautiful and enticing, he didn’t know what to say.

“does jan know you are here?” Y/N questioned, oystein shook his head, still in disbelief, “um- can i come in?”

she let him in and he sat on the end of her bed which also was the best place to listen to the vinyl. “do you like it?” Y/N asks. “yes” oystein says smiling, he puts his hands on her waist and begins to inch upwards towards the lacey bra, his hands still over the robe. “i think it’s really sexy…” oystein says continuing, “no,” Y/N laughs taking his hands in her own and interlocking them. “i meant the vinyl, oystein.”

oystein blushed from embarrassment and arousal, “oh- yes that’s really good too.” he nods. she laughs.

she leans into him and their lips meet, his hands returning to her body as the kiss intensified. she reached under his shirt, he felt electrified when she touched his skin and peeled his shirt over his head, quickly reattaching their lips.

the gothic music blasted through the speakers, him still sitting on the bed, she backed away and he bathed in all her glory. she gave him a small tease, untieing the robe and slowly peeling it off her body, revealing her smooth pale skin that shined in the moonlight flowing through the window. the black lingerie contrasted her complexion and he had a sudden urge to strip it off her.

oystein stood from the bed quickly, pulling her in for another kiss, rubbing his large ringed fingers up and down her torso, he reached behind her back and unclipped the bra, letting out a sigh. he pulled it off her, staring for a second at her chest before grabbing her in his hands and fondling her breasts in his hands. “you are so beautiful, god you have no idea what this does to me.”

Y/N moaned at his words which only encouraged him, he latched to her neck and slurped at it like a vampire, letting his teeth graze her soft skin before sucking a hickey onto her throat. “sorry babe, your brother might get mad about that…”

she sighed, “forget about him.” she said, running her hands into his hair. he moved his lips down her body to her chest and began to suckle and kiss her breasts, Y/N continued moaning as she held his face to her, he bit down a little on her nipple causing her to flinch a little and pull oystein by the hair, but he just let out a low moan and the vibrations ran from his teeth to her bud, making her pussy wetter every second. she had to hold on to the desk so she wouldn’t collapse right there.

he got down to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses down her torso. his ringed fingers pulled down her thong effortlessly. he stared at her, but then slid his finger through the folds and penetrated her hole. Y/N let out a lewd noise but oystein didn’t stop, he kept fingering her, making her moan harder and her legs feel like jelly. oystein placed a hard smack on her asscheek and then brought his lips to the clit, kissing and then sucking on it. she felt close already. “oystein!! i’m gonna- please i’m going to cum”

oystein was suprised that she was going to cum this fast but her pussy leaked all over his hand and he lapped the juices up with his tounge. he stood up and pulled her into a kiss, her cum mingling between their lips, and right then, she came on his fingers- hard, his hand was still on her ass and it held her up since her knees had completely buckled under her.

oystein took down his pants and boxers swiftly, Y/N was suprised at his length, “oystein, that won’t fit!” “i’ll be careful baby” he replies. while he took his pants off Y/N flipped the vinyl which is very important. then he was ready. he took her by the waist and pressed her back to his chest, his hard member pressed between her legs, precum was oozing from the tip of his cock. oystein sat back in the bed, right between the speakers and set Y/N on top of him, spreading her legs. “are you ready?” oystein asks gruffly in her ear, nibbling at the lobe. she nodded and he groaned and his cock twitched between her legs so she wasted no time and grabbed it. she pumped it a few times, lubing it with pre cum and her pussy juices. then she pushed him into her, his cock filled her to the brim. “oh my god,” she muttered, he continued pushing in, inch by inch. she didn’t know if she could take the feeling at first. oystein wrapped his arm around Y/N and grabbed her tit roughly, he began moving her up and down his length. “you are doing so good.” oystein praised as he began to speed up, pounding into her messy cunt. she began to moan louder, over come by the feeling. “let me hear you,” oystein says, “they can’t hear you over the music, unless you want them to you little slut.” he laughs, “yeah, i bet you would like that, if your brother came up here and walked in on his best friend pounding his innocent little virgin sister.” Y/N couldn’t respond more than pornographic moans. “i’m-im” she utters, “oystein, cum-“ she speaks and has and orgasm on oysteins cock. he reaches his other hand around her and puts his fingers deep in her throat, pulling her down on him roughly. she was gagged and fucked into oblivion, his hand squeezing her chest. her moans echoing louding through the room with bauhaus music.

oystein finished inside her, he grunted and spurted cum though her. she was oozing and when he pulled out she sighed roughly and let cum drip and bubble from her hole. oystein left a harsh slap on her ass, almost squeezing it like he was milking her pussy. the whole time serenading her with compliments and love that he had for her. “you did so good, baby, god if i knew that pussy was so good i would have gotten it in grade school.” kissing her neck.

then he left, getting a washcloth from her bathroom to clean them. he got dressed and she pulled on the robe, “are you leaving?” Y/N asks, “i’m sorry- i thought that’s what you wanted, i mean, i would have to leave early tomorrow.” oystein responds. “that’s okay,” Y/N says, “do you want to spend the night?”

oystein couldn’t believe it, it’s not like he had never slept over in the house before, he had hundreds of times, but never in your bed. he nodded and got into the bed. they kissed a couple times before he pushed her hair back and stated, “i love you,” it seemed early but they really did love eachother, and they had for years. she blushed and tried to cover her smile with her hand. “i love you, too, oystein, i never stopped once.” she states, cuddling up into oysteins chest and falling asleep.

(prt 2 here)

#rory culkin #rory culkin fanfic #eurory #euronymous #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #bauhaus #Youtube

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suckmybigtoeoikawa · 1 year ago

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The Way That Lovers Do.

(i’m on my period and feeling a bit sad, but i was on tik tok and saw this lovely video of this couple and they looked so in love while sitting at this table ^. it inspired me to get out of my writing slump) sorry if the story is a bit unorganized, i was struggling on what to write.

it was your second date with him. he was a very sweet guy. usually, people say that opposites attract and they do, but really we look for the similarities.

when you two talk to each other it was like gazing into a whole different world. for example, his career was totally different from yours, and the stories that he would tell you about his job would be shocking enough to make your jaw drop. he was so eager to talk while you were intent with listening. you had no problem with this, he even made to effort to listen to you (which is different from your ex’s).

he was a little shy and so we’re you, being that it was your second date with him, it’s expected to feel this way. yet, his nervousness only propelled him to go on nervous rambles and very detailed stories. and like mentioned before, you throughly enjoyed them.

6:45 pm

he pulls up to your house, you swear that time was moving quicker than it usually did. so when you hear the door bell ring, you’re rushing to fit things in your tiny bag, making sure you’ve got everything you needed. ‘gum, phone, lip gloss, perfume, keys, wallet,’ you quickly check off while rushing down the stairs. the sun was setting, leaving a nice warm glow around him when you opened your front door.

“hi.. hello” he repeats nervously as if you didn’t hear him the first time.

“hello” you smile back at him. he stares at you almost as if he’s in a daze, and you stare back reciprocating the same look. he looks very very good. his style is a tad bit different from yours, color wise. you guys both made the effort to dress up on your second date. A complete contrast from your first date where you guys were dressed down (because y’all painted in the park 🤭) .

“uh, you look very very beautiful,” he says as he reaches out for your hand. “thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” you smile again, looking him up and down, while giving him your hand. he smiles really hard and mumbles a thank you, while he closes your door.

when you guys reach the car, he opens the door for you like a princess, waving his hand in front in a way how chauffeurs (idek bro😭) do in fairytales. when you get inside you see him quickly walk to the drivers side and you try to reach over the console to open his door as well.

7:20 pm

upon arriving to the restaurant, you both walk in hand in hand. the smell of fresh bread and soft jazz giving you a warm welcome, the lights dimly lit and the evening sun helping light up the restaurant.

“this place is nice,” you say to him. “i’m glad you like it, i took some of my coworkers here a little while ago, it was nice and the food was good,” he replies. “they serve french cuisine here, so i figure that it would be romantic”. you smile at him and you can tell he starts to get nervous. “cause you know, like, France, heh.. Eiffel tower—,” you start to rub your thumb over his hand to calm him a little “i understand,” you laugh.

“so what did you try the last time you were here,” you ask, as you guys get settled in your seats.

“we’ll, this place is very well known for their soufflés, so last time i got the salmon and asparagus soufflé i believe.”

“hmm, i might try that”

9:05 pm

the night is going beautifully. after you both ate you decided to talk for a while. while you tell him about your drama at work, or the latest trend you saw on tick tok, he would be heavily engaged. he would keep deep eye contact with you and would have a through response and/or interesting opinions. Not only that but he was a good listener.

when you first met him, you were a bit thrown off by him. considering that you didn’t know him well enough, it was so easy to come up with assumption about him based on how he looked and what people around him said about him. but after your first date with him, you found yourself a lot more eager to learn about him, and so was he about you.

so when he starts to share his stories about his day, and he shows how he was listening to you by relating his stories to yours, or even brining up similar topics, you find yourself smiling at him (the wine isn’t helping either).

so as the night grew longer, and the conversations became deeper. you found that you guys are much alike. and although you guys are different in many ways, the main thing you have in common is you hope you guys can love each other the way that lovers do.

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Kageyama, suga, asahi, kita (but i feel like he’s a bit more direct), goshiki, Aone, sakusa (i feel he’s a bit more direct too), Aaron T, Aaron Z, (maybe) Robaire, Iida, miguel o’hara (he wouldn’t be stuttering, but he’d be shy, i feel like he’s lowkey corny.. jus a lil bit) peter b. parker, miles (BUT LIKE OF AGE/ NO ALCOHOL!!)

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pilferingapples · 5 months ago

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An Impromptu Ranking of Hugolian Adoptive Parental Figures

Ursus,The Man Who Laughs : I know everyone's going to want Valjean to be first place, but he's not. Ursus takes the lead not only because he's got two adopted kids, but because he does what no other dad-mom-general-adoptive-parent on the list does, and actually does the grubby hands-on work of Raising Kids. He doesn't have maids or nannies or nuns or any help; he's just a guy living in his traveling van and raising up a couple kids (who arrived at his door horribly sick and injured, even, which he manages to treat?? ) with zero support except for a literal wolf. He's honest with them and openly loving and teaches them how to survive in their own time and society. Too bad about the kids existing in a really bleak Hugo novel, but you did great, Ursus. 10/10.

Jean Valjean, Les Miserables: He loves Cosette SO much and tries SO hard! Second place only because (1) during the convent years, he sees Cosette for one hour a day , and while that limitation is definitely not his ideal choice,it does mean he's just not the constant primary caregiver the way Ursus is and (3) More Trauma means More Problems, and especially So Many Communications Issues. Plus a really really misguided faith in the importance of attaining bourgeoisdom. IDEK , man. Heroic efforts, heroic failures, 18/18 Napoleonic Antithesis Points maybe?

Lethierry, Toilers of the Sea: a decent normal guy raising his niece, who has very normal 19C Dad Faults-- too much trust in stereotyped gender roles, and too much focus on his job at the expense of his domestic life. Absolute middle of the road, not heroic as a parent but also doesn't do anything that makes me go "holy shit NO , dude" . He's just a humanly flawed but caring parental figure. 5/10 complete middle of the road

Cimourdain, Ninety-Three: Listen I LIKE Cimourdain. I respect his whole narrative arc. I think he's probably the most interesting character in the novel. But he loses Parenting Points for (1) not being the primary hands-on caregiver for large chunks of his adopted kid's life and (2) uh. the whole. the thing where he kills his adopted kid. There are circumstances yes I know but still . If you are directly responsible for the death of your kid you are going to lose points in the parenting games. That's just how it is. 4/4 with full symbolic meaning of the number.

Frollo, Notre Dame de Paris: HOLY SHIT NO, DUDE.

Semi-adopted THREE kids and TWO died horribly and he directly threatened the life of the last one. Even before then he's not a GREAT parent, largely leaving the raising of his sort-of sons up to others, locking one up in a single building, letting another fall into addiction, and the third go starving and homeless on the streets. So it's already not doin' great but arguably he's Trying?

But then he wants to bang a teenager, and decides they're all expendable. Absolute worst reason for the absolute worst parenting decisions. 8/8 you ARE the Fatalité , dude, look within and quit blaming your issues on teenagers.

Honorable Mentions: Radoub, Ninety-Three: gets the "like a mother" comparison, goes through a firefight for his adopted kids, stays sweet and cheerful and soft around the babies to the end. Gets set here because he's NOT an adoptive single parent, he's actually co-parenting with the kids' birth mom and they are delightful platonic parenting partners. We wish you, Michelle, and the kids all the best , Radoub! Good job getting out of your novel without killing anyone you love!

Gavroche, Les Miserables: OK he only manages to adopt the momes for an evening, and for an adult I'd be docking All The Points for that, but for an unparented 12 year old he is doing GREAT. He even kept looking for them afterwards! The biggest and most sincere You Tried star for you, Gavroche, it's not your fault you're all getting atomized hard enough to explode a barricade.

Dishonorable Mentions:

Gillenormand, Les Miserables : If you're gonna hold a kid as a financial hostage and destroy his dad's life because the kid's soooooo important to you, you might also try making sure that kid has any way to know that you actually give a damn about him? Maybe at least don't beat him with sticks? Legos be under your feet forever, Gillenormand!

The Slaveowner Uncle in Bug Jargal : absolutely perish

#The Man Who Laughs #Toilers of the Sea #tagging on the off chance there's more of us fans of those two out there #Hugo Adoptive Parents ranking

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padfootdaredmetoo · 10 months ago

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Hello! So I have this request. Imagine Tommy has a daughter who's very cocky and isn't afraid to argue with anyone. It doesn't matter if you're 2 or 50, and she's her to be a teenager. ( preferably 13 ) If you can, and want to, of course. ( this is my first time asking for a request, and I'm so nervous, Idek why )

Hey Love,

This request is awesome! Thanks for trusting me with it! Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Kidnapping / peaky themes

Tommy felt his vision start to swim and the words on the phone became inaudible. The man hung up the phone and he knew he needed to move. These feelings uncovered old wounds. That time he had to rescue Charlie when he was just a small boy. He got one kid back and he could do it again.

He pulled himself together and immediately without thought sought out Arthur who was sitting at his desk reading the paper.

“He’s taken her hostage.” The words barely made it out of Tommy's mouth.

“Told you that would happen,” Arthur grumbled but Tommy could see the pain and fear in his eyes. “JOHNNY!” Arthur called out over his shoulder into the back room.

“Again!” John said running his hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

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You were not very comfortable in the trunk of the car. Something you felt your capture needed to understand. They had not taken your criticism and had begun to ignore you.

You weren't entirely sure they could hear you up front with the engine turned on and everything. If there was a small chance they could hear you, you were going to take it.

You started singing God Save the King at an ungodly volume. Why that song? You didn't know. But you were sure it would annoy the piss out of anyone in earshot.

You mentally counted every turn the car took. Trying to make a map of how to get back to school, back to safety. You sang so loud your lungs and throat burned.

Eventually, the car came to an abrupt stop. Clearly done so your body would roll around in the trunk. You let out a little scream then lay still.

Somewhere in your mind, you realized they could have driven to the river. Maybe they would open the trunk and shoot you immediately then dump your body.

Jesus and the last song you would have been singing was God Save the King. Fuck, that’s not how you wanted things to end.

The trunk opened and thankfully no one had any weapons drawn. The men looked weathered though you were happy to see they were enjoying your company.

“Who the fuck taught you to drive.” You looked at the man with the keys in his hand. “Jesus Christ you suck.”

“Look here you little twerp. Shut your mouth.” He grabbed your arm shaking your whole frame. “And keep it shut. Tight.”

You felt that lovely sense of rage cloud all of your senses and leaned into the man's face. Your eyes were wide and you knew that he knew just where those icy blue orbs came from.

“Make me.” You said softly. You could feel the discomfort run through the man. He didn’t want to be here, he was holding you for ransom no doubt. The reluctance to follow through with any violence was clear in his features. He gave the man next to him a look.

“Get her in the fucking building.” The other man ordered avoiding your gaze. They moved you into the abandoned warehouse and sat you on a chair.

“Look at the two of you!” You said as they bound your body with rope. “Real classy people. I’m sure your mothers are very proud.”

The man rolled his eyes.

“Stuck with a couple of real winners.” You could see the man's jaw tick and you decided to simmer down a little. You needed to think up a plan.

“So do you believe in God then?” You asked and he sat down in the chair across from you. A bright light turned on overhead and you realized with a spark in your eye that they were going to interrogate you.

“I’ll be asking the questions here.” The man said in a sturdy voice.

“That hardly seems like fun. I’ll trade you a question for a question. How bout that?” The man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Told you we should have taken the boy instead.” The man standing in the shadows said.

“Charlie. Great man. Great brother. You want to know why he is such an excellent -”

“No. What I want to know is why your dad stole from Mr. Crowe.”

“Mr. Crowe, he sounds ominous. If I were writing a book I’d definitely make him the villain.” You tried to look around at all the exits. “What did my dad steal?”

“Money and a shipment of drugs headed for New York.”

“Doesn't sound like my dad. He’s a politician, a man of the government.” You explained. “Have you ever been to New York?”

The man slapped his hand down on the table next to him. You wanted to avoid listening to more boring threats so you plowed on.

“I have thought about going to New York, but America seems so dull. Their art is sooo boring. Do you like art?” You asked him honestly.

“No.”

“Really? You strike me as a man of higher education.” You smiled like a cat. “Surely there must be an artist or era you like. Everyone likes art.”

“Shut up.” He growled. “Just shut up.”

“Well, I don't know if you know this, but I just turned 13. You know what that means?” You looked at both men. “Means dating, and while I’m here I might as well practice small talk.”

Both men let out a groan and one of them came over and landed a blow across your cheek. You could feel the fear radiating off of him as if God himself had told him what the cost of hitting one of Thomas Shelby’s kids was.

“My aunt hits harder.” You sneered. “Now you're not art people, that’s fine. How do you feel about sports then? You gamble?” You prattled on. Even if they did kill you, you wanted the satisfaction of annoying them.

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Tommy negotiated with the man, sending him to an empty shipping yard. He didn't steal any drugs or money. Stuff like that was so far behind him that it was almost laughable. His daughter being held captive was not laughable.

Alfie came up from London to storm the building with him. Alfie’s extra men went with Arthur and John to ambush the men going to the shipping yard. The whole thing was unbelievably stupid on Mr. Crowe’s part but he would meet the consequences nonetheless.

As they parked outside the warehouse Tommy painfully waited until the rest of the men had the building surrounded. He knew better than to run head-first into traps these days.

“No, see that’s where you're wrong. The issue is far more complicated than workers' rights. The aspect of the government being heavily involved in the lives of the people -”

He followed the sound of your voice and found you tied to a chair with a large white light shining down on you. Two men looked possibly exhausted and frustrated. She prattled on about her views on Communism and shot down their defenses easily.

“Not to late to leave her here mate.” Alfie joked and Tommy gave him an icy glare. He watched your eyes dart towards where they stood in the shadows. He saw the bruise forming on your cheek.

Alfie wasn't in a joking mood anymore.

“Boys I hate to change the subject as we were getting close to some interesting ideas. But we should move this back to religion. If you have one, I think you should make your peace.” They gave her a confused look.

Tommy watched as Alfie went to untie you letting him start to have his way with the two men.

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“Put me down.” You growled. Alfie placed you down on the wet concrete in front of the building.

“Not exactly a warm welcome.” He said looking at your cheek with anger in his eyes.

“You suggested leaving me there!”

“I just put 100 men on this mission to get you back, love. Leaving you there wasnt an option.” He answered easily

“Then why did you say it.” Your eyes narrowed at him. He was your favorite person to argue with other than your dad.

“I just thought it was funny that even when kidnapped you don't shut up.”

“Do you want me to shut up?” A slight bit of hurt washed into your tone.

“You wouldn't be my favorite niece if you did.” He ruffled the hair on your head and you were grateful he helped your dad.

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“So I started a re-read of the old testament.”

He let out a groan.

Lizzie cried and threw her arms around you when you walked into the front door. You fought back your own tears as the reality of the situation hit you. Her embrace melted away all the anger that held you together.

It was just you and her as your dad had to make phone calls to sort out the rest of the conflict. The tears started and she helped you upstairs to your room.

“I just argued the whole time. I don't know why I’m crying now.” You tried to wipe your tears on the back of your hand.

“Because you're still a girl at the end of the day.” Lizzie shrugged and helped you get into the bath.

“Well, it’s stupid and I am not stupid.” You said trying again to stop the tears.

“Darling, there is nothing stupid about your ability to feel. It’s what makes you exceptional.” She placed your robe and pajamas on the counter before leaving to give you some space.

You got yourself sorted and were happy that the house was mostly empty. You stuffed yourself between your parents on the couch in the study.

Your dad’s arm wrapped around you and you felt him hold on to you tightly.

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blonde-tori-spring555 · 9 months ago

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as promised, here is one of my tori spring stories

(please tell me what u think, because idek if i like it)

“Charlie, I'm going to the shops soon. Do you need anything?” I yelled from the top of the stairs, “Tori, I know you're going on a date with Michael” Charlie replied from the living room, so calmly it confused me if it was actually a date. It isn't a date. I look at myself in the mirror in my room one last time, it feels strange, I feel…put together. What i mean is i spent at least 30 minutes trying to figure out what to wear, from what i've heard, what i've ‘been through’ to figure out what to wear, is ‘perfectly normal’, first i layed out around four options on what to wear, and when I couldn't decide I asked Charlie, which he responded with “where are you even going” and “i don’t know, why does it matter” so I kicked him out and took all my clothes out in panic, and threw them around the room, then I sat on my floor and cried, then told myself I was being an idiot, did my makeup, and put on some jeans, a white shirt, a black hoodie (which actually fitted me instead of being oversized and/or one of Michael) and some white converse, that I stole off Charlie a couple years ago, to be honest I look the same, but whatever.

I took the bus to the ice skating place Michael went to, he said we could skate together after he's done training, I'm not sure why I said yes, I don't even know how to skate, I haven't since I was a kid. This isn't a date.

I walk inside, he's still training, so I sit in the stands and wait. If this isn't a date, then why am I so nervous? Maybe this is a date, maybe Michael intends it to be a date. Shit this is a date isn't it, no surely not, Michael isn’t my boyfriend, he isn't, so this surely isn't a date.

“Tori!'' I look up and snap out of my thoughts, Michael smiling widely and waving at me from the rink, I smile back, “is that a smile I see Victoria '' he gasps dramatically, I roll my eyes and try not to laugh. I'm blushing. I walk down the stairs and meet with him, and he gleams at me and smiles largely making him look almost insane and cute at the same time, “what?” I ask, “nothing, nothing, you just-” he looks me up and down, not in a sexual way but in a way almost to fully look at me, if that makes sense, “oh my god u looks so cute!” he says in the loudly excitable way, like a child getting a new toy, he quickly takes off his skates and runs up to me and hugs me, almost lifting me off the ground, its probably because of our height difference, he’s alot taller, “i look the same” I reply bluntly, still being held, “yeah, but your… ughhhhh, your so fucking pretty” he nuzzles his face into my neck, gives it a quick kiss, then quickly walks away as if regretting, he opens his mouth to say something, probably to say sorry, but I quickly beat him to it by saying “so we gonna skate now or…?” he looks at me, closes his mouth, half forces a smile “yeah sure” he goes and grabs me some skates, hands them to me and sits down to put his own on, I sit next to him, “just so you know imma be shit at this” he looks and me and laughs softly “I thought so, that's why i’m here to help” I roll my eyes and laugh, he smirks back.

We’re now on the ice, well michael is, i’m standing at the entrance scared to death, “if I die this is all your fault” I glare at him “i’m sure you wont die” he laughs, “i’m fucking serious” I try not to laugh, he holds my hands as I walk onto the ice, to my surprise I dont immediately fall. I force him to hold onto me as we skate, or well he drags me. We laugh and smile and talk and fall, eventually we finish, and we're sore and tired and loki kinda wet, but it was fun. It's still not a date though.

“Are you just going home now or?” he looks at me, he seems understanding, “yeah probably, I told my parents I would be home soon so” i say not looking at him “ok” he nods understandingly “I don't ever really do though” I say still not looking at him, “what?” he asks confused, I realise im not making sense “sorry…ummm, if you don't want me to go now we can just hang around for a bit longer” he looks at me and smiles “if you want” I nod back, i’m blushing, i'm not sure why, he doesn't ask if my parents will be mad, he knows i don't care, anymore at least.

We just sorta sit and talk for a while, after a bit we fall into silence, it's a comfortable silence, it's never really awkward around him, after a minute or so I break it, “don’t you think it's strange that everyone thinks we're dating, just because they saw us kiss once” I look at him, he looks back “their just hopeless romantics'' he replies, “your starting to sound like me” I joke, he laughs back, “that kiss…” I say, we’ve talked about it before, we’ve decided it was a heat of the moment sorta thing, we’ve kissed a few times since. not in that way. He looks at me, for context when I bring it up its the only way my fucking autistic brain can ask for a kiss, he leans in and says “no ones here and no one cares” I put my hands on his face and kiss him, its a normal kiss, not a gross one were u taste eachothers mouths, its just normal, it doesnt last long, but it's long enough.

We part and he rests his forehead on mine, he's looking at me, I keep my eyes closed. I hate eye contact, it makes me wanna die. I finally open my eyes to look at his blue and green ones, he still hasn’t put his glasses back on, his blue eye isn't as bright as my blue eyes, he even jokes that when he doesn't have his glasses on, it's the main thing he can see on my face. For context he's like nearly blind in his blue eye and his eyesight is shit in general. He kisses my forehead. We stayed like that for a bit.

He walks me home, I chose not to take the bus, everytime i’m on one that isn't for school there is usually a random old man eyeing me. I hate men. We get to my house, I don't invite him in, I already know my mum is pissed at me, I'm an hour and 23 minutes late to what time I said I should be home, Michael doesn't need to see her yell, he’ll probably think she's crazy or some shit. I give him a kiss goodbye and walk into my house.

“Your late Victoria” I hear my mum say from the kitchen, she's not even looking at me, Charlie and Ollie both turn and look at me, their playing mario kart, Charlie nods at me then unpaused the game and they both continue to play, “so what were you and michael doing to make you an hour and a half late” my mum raises her eyebrow, my dads head shoots up, oh i'm in for a lovely talk, “victoria this is just unacceptable, the least you could do is call me and say that your going to be late, but here we are, worried sick” my mum guilt trips “yeah but even calling wouldn't of been enough would it” I say, it wasn’t aggressive just pointing out the obvious, “loose that tone” my mum snaps, “what tone” i scoff, “tori, me and your mum think it's inappropriate for you to be hanging out with a boy and coming home exceedingly late and in clothes that are very obviously his” my dad says trying to calm the situation, and for fucks sake that ain't happening, “first of all michael isn’t my boyfriend, second of all your talking about him like he’s in his 30s, and third of all why do you both even think im late” i sorta shout, but its still quiet so Charlie and Ollie can’t hear, “tori your too young to be having…hanky panky” my dad says, oh im in for a treat, in my head i plan to say something like ‘he’s not my boyfriend’ or ‘stop saying hanky panky’ but it comes out more like…”OH YOUR ONE TO FUCKING TALK!” don’t regret it though, if you don't know my parents had me barely a 2 years after they met and got together, my mum finished her english lit course only 2 months before I was born, she had to drop out of a lot but her parents were happy she at least finished the minimum, anyway she had me and my dad was still studying in uni so we went and lived in cambridge where my dad studied, when i was 4 months old my mum got pregnant again, with charlie, he was born like a month early, but so was i, we were both pretty much fine, my dad never wanted to rush into marriage, my mum didn't mind, but i think when you get your girlfriend pregnant twice it's kinda the deal. Ok sorry that just sounds weird. My parents got married when I was 3 and Charlie was 2. My dad looks at me, clearly unsure what to say, my mum is clearly trying not to say something she's gonna regret later, so i just walk away.

I’m not really sure how long it had been since that ‘argument’ but after a bit charlie knocked on my door, i let him in and we cuddled in my bed for a bit, “i heard what you said” he eventually says “did ollie?” i reply, “no, i don't think so” he responds, i nod, “the funny thing is your right” he chuckles, i laugh softly back, “its weird how people look at us and don't realise” i say, “i know right like i was casually talking about it to Sarah and she was in pure shock!” Charlie laughs, Sarah is Nick's mum, she's nice, i like her. We just laugh for a bit and at some point Charlie falls asleep in my arms and I start to drift off too. to be honest it's the best sleep I've had in a long time.

I don't really remember my childhood, it was normal i guess, the funny thing is that majority of the memories i have include charlie, which yeah like he’s my brother, but what i mean is their special, like my main happy memories, charlie and i have been through everything together, like when i got my first period when i was 9 my mum was at some baby appointment since she had just had ollie and i thought i was dying so for some reason instead of going to my dad i went to my little brother, obviously he didn't know what was happening to me so he just held me and cuddled me as i cried, my dad eventually found us and comforted me until my mum came home, and when he came out to us, he had blurted it out one dinner when he was 13 and run to his room before anyone could react, i ran after him and held him and talked to him and told him how proud i was and how much i loved him, and when i was like 6 i decided i wanted to run away, i don't remember why i just did, and my 5 year old little brother asked if he could come with me and so i said yes and we attempted to camp out on our trampoline we had growing up (our grandparents gave it to us or something) and eventually we got to cold and went inside and my parents said we could all stay up and watch a movie but im pretty sure we fell asleep in like 15 minutes. To be honest the list goes on and on, and now that I think about it I realise why people think we’re twins. I know it's total bullshit, but you know what I mean, like for a good 3 or 4 years growing up we were the same height. The thing is charlie will always be mine, he was mine first and biologically we will always be together, i would do anything for him, i would for either of my brothers, i would kill for them no questions asked, i would die for them, i would lie for them and i will always protect them. My parents used to always say that was my job as the older sibling, and it's funny because it’s true, but I could choose not to, but I want to, it's a habit, it's a need. For a long time i always thought i only felt that way about my brothers, that was until michael came into my life and nick really became part of our family, i mean it will always be a different kind of love, but i would still do anything for them. No questions asked.

I eventually actually fall asleep holding Charlie, as if it's a habit, I wake up at what has to be a decent hour for someone who has slept in, (it was around 10:30) I wake up still holding Charlie and ollie curled next to me like a kitten, they're both still asleep, but clearly about to wake up, I just lie there for a while longer, savoring it like it's the last time it will be this way, even if it probably isn't. The boys wake up around 5 minutes after I do. Nick and Michael come over, and we just sit and watch movies all day, and play Mario kart, and laugh until our stomachs hurt. I could get used to this, I love these boys, all in different ways, but yet the same, listen I am aware I probably sound like I'm reminiscing on my deathbed right now, but when you have lived a shit life like me and have seen things a person should never have to see, whether a child or a teenager, or even an adult, you treasure moments like this, my parents are still home, their just doing their own thing, them seem happy, they definitely talked about what I had said, I don't care, if they wanted to punish me they would’ve by now.

Right now high school musical is playing due to Nick and Michael learning ollie has never watched it and they apparently must educate him and their dancing and singing around the room together and me and charlie are sitting on the couch admiring it all. I kiss his cheek and he smiles at me. I love my boys.

But Nick should probably stop encouraging ollie to dance on the coffee table before someone gets told off or hurt.

(Please tell me what u think, I also might change it slightly since it does include things that barley make sense, but I hope u enjoyed x)

#tori spring #alice oseman #heartstopper #osemanverse #solitaire #writing #fanfic #micheal holden #charlie spring #oliver spring #nick nelson #sprolden #narlie #janio #jane spring #julio spring

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silvervioletvalentine · 2 years ago

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❣️! Material girl!❣️

Pairing: Pierre gasly X Cherrie!

Word count: 7k

Summary : in which Cherrie is a material girl and Pierre is head over her Prada heels in love.

A/n - never written for Pierre before so this is like a lil trial run for myself . It’s just fluff honestly. Idek but enjoy anyways I guess xoxo

Cherrie could only watch silently in confusion as Charles's face suddenly dropped, his lips parting in disbelief as he looked at someone from over her shoulder , his drink still hanging half way to his mouth , about to take a sip when he had frozen in shock.

Blinking rapidly to make sure that he wasn't suddenly seeing things , he cleared his throat a little and shook his head in disbelief as he watched his friend wave both hands at him like a crazy person , a smug look on his face as he drew closer and closer to the unaware woman in front of him.

Charles groaned quietly, already anticipating the absolute shit show that was about to go down now at his sudden and unexpected arrival.

He pursed his lips together , looking away from the pain in his ass and instead looking back down at Cherrie , the other pain in his ass, who was sipping on a margarita casually , completely unaware of what, or more like who . Was coming her way.

"Cherrie. Please use every breathing exercise and every copying mechanism that your therapist has taught you. Please-" he rushed out to her underneath his breath , panicking at the thought of getting thrown out of another fancy hotel like they had been the last time something like this happened .

It didn’t help that one of his friends had anger issues and the other was an insane idiot who didn’t know how to leave said woman with a temper , alone.

Cherrie paused from sipping her drink , stood in a tiny red bikini with oversized sunglasses pushed into her sun bleached hair. She looked the exact image of relaxation and daddy's money, hell, she even had a sparkling Rolex on her wrist, customised with her own name on it too.

She frowned at him in mild annoyance , having been peacefully admiring the topless men that were play fighting in the hotel pool together . Just about to tell Charles that she was going to go join them when she was drunk enough to.

"What are you going on about? I'm completely calm? What-"

She couldn't even finish her sentence before she heard a familiar , annoying voice call over to them loudly from behind her.

Locking narrowed eyes with a grimacing Charles as her body grew stiff , all the relaxation that she had worked had to keep during their holiday , now disappearing just like that.

"Cherrie! Charles! What a coincidence seeing you two here!" Pierre cheered casually , a giant smirk on his face as he sauntered over to them in just some red swimming trunks that matched cherrie's bikini perfectly .

He came to stop right in front of her , ignoring the scathing look that his friend was giving him and instead gazing his eyes over cherries Tanned and sweaty body with obvious awe written across his face.

Cherrie inhaled sharply , fingers clenching tightly around her cocktail glass in fury.

"What the fuck are you doing here gasly?! Did you tell him-!" She snapped , already turning her glare over to Charles to give him a mouthful too.

Charles quickly raised both hands in front of him, rapidly shaking his head with wide eyes.

"No! No! I didn't tell him anything! I promise!" He exclaimed not wanting to face her wrath for something that he hadn't actually done this time.

He turned to look at his smug friend with disbelief , blinking at him exasperatedly .

"Mate.." he groaned out in misery , knowing that his once relaxing holiday was now going to be ruined.

"What are you doing here? How did you even know where we were?" He sighed .

Pierre just grinned, unbothered by both of their glares being aimed at him. Used to it by now.

This wasn’t the first time he had interrupted one of their outings. And it wouldn’t be the last.

Pierre had also managed to invite himself to cherries , fathers barbecue over the summer too.

She had almost murdered him with her pretty eyes then, now was no different.

He just shrugged , still looking at Cherrie smugly . "I'm on holiday of course! This was a complete accident bumping into you guys! But now that I'm here I might as well stay with-" he started saying , lying through his teeth.

But he wasn't about to admit to anyone that he had practically begged Carlos , who was the only other person who knew where the two best friends were, before he bribed him with money and then got on the first place to them as soon as he could.

He was trying to come across as cool and mysterious to Cherrie, not completely desperate.

But judging by the look Charles was giving him, his act wasn't fooling anybody.

Oh well. He would just have to work with the look of desperation instead. He was sure he could pull it off anyways .

Cherrie scoffed at him angrily , gritting her teeth just at the mere sight of him.

Sick of seeing his stupid, smug - inanely handsome and annoying - pretty face . Urgh. She couldn’t stand him!

Why did the most irritating ones have to be the best looking? It really wasn’t fair!

"You are not staying with us! You psycho! You can go enjoy your holiday by yourself like you apparently planned to do before magically finding us!" She snapped at him , quickly downing what was left of her drink .

She couldn’t handle him completely sober.

Pierre wasn't taken aback by her hateful tone , he just laughed. Used to her constantly snapping at him and trying to get him to leave her alone.

It was no secret to anybody that Pierre might have had minor crush on Charles's best friend. Okay so not so tiny …

Meaning that the first time he had ever laid his eyes on her at another monaco gala where she was dressed in a gold Satin dress and stood by her millionaires fathers side , giving him a look of haughty disgust when he had asked her to dance with him.

Well. Apparently Pierre had a thing for woman being mean to him. Because he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind since.

He was convinced that they were meant to be. He had heard stories about people falling in love at first sight, that just one look at the other person and they knew that they were the one.

Pierre knew that Cherrie could be that one for him... if she wasn't so fucking stubborn and actually gave him a chance to be with her.

Because while Pierre had fallen in love , Cherrie had fallen into apparent ‘hate’ with him.

She just couldn't stand the sight of him and wanted nothing to do with him, something that she wasn't afraid to tell him to his face.

Every date he asked her own, she laughed him into rejection . Every flower boutique he sent her , she sent back to him , only keeping the little cards where he had scribbled compliments and poems about how much she amazed him and how beautiful she was, she kept them.

And that gave him a little hope that there was something, even the most thinnest of strings keeping them together .

His friends wondered why he even bothered to persistently Pursue a woman that they referred to as 'ice queen' or 'diva'. A woman that had everything at her fingertips and didn't need a man to give her gifts , she could buy those herself. She didn't rely on anybody , definitely not a silly man.

She was all designer and heels . With sharp judging eyes and a even sharper tongue that could inflict more damage than a knife ever could.

She was mean. She was rude . She was obnoxious and spoilt and she never had to lift a single finger to her what she wanted.

Yet Pierre was head over her Prada heels for her. Every time he even so much as glanced towards her sharp features and feline eyes , he felt his heart skip a beat.

She was an absolute bitch but he wanted her , bitchiness and bad attitude and all.

Was he setting himself up for heartbreak by not giving up and being so determined to get her to love him too? Maybe .

Did he care? Absolutely not. Love made him crazy and he wasn't going to stop until she gave him a chance.

It was only a matter of time . He was convinced. He still had a few tricks left up his sleeves. Plan a, b , c, d, e … f and so on. He had options still left to try so he wasn’t too worried.

"I'd much rather be by your side Cherrie. You are looking heavenly today..." he murmured to her, checking her out without any shame.

Charles pursed his lips and shifted uncomfortably from beside him. Crossing his fingers behind his back and praying that they could go just one day without a scene being made between his two stubborn friends.

Cherrie just looked at him blankly "I look heavenly everyday . This day is no different than the last." She confidently shot back at him.

She looked more than good. She always did and she knew it. She had the money and the means to make sure that her skin stayed clear and dewy and that her body was tanned and toned. Hair perfectly glossy and highlighted to frame her sharp features , long lashes that came from years of expensive serums and self care.

She only had the best and got the best. She lived a life of luxury and wasn't going to lower her standards or her attitude for anybody. Definitely not a man.

She could admit to herself that Pierre was a handsome guy. He had the looks alright. But she didn't want anything serious and she had sworn off any type of sports players after her big scandal with a French footballer last summer .

And then there was a slightly smaller scandal with a boxer... then there was that stupid scandal with a nascar driver and then there was that other scandal with a older formula one driver that had almost ended her friendship with Charles when he found out.

So yes. She thought that she was right to be wary of ever looking at another famous driver again.

Her history showed her that she was incapable of having a simply relationship without their being heartbreak and drama involved.

In the true words of taylor swift. 'I don't love the drama, it loves me.'

Truer words had truly never spoken more to her .

She had thought that the brutal rejections and mean way she dealt with Pierre's little crush on her would have made him back off and leave her alone.

It usually worked with the others guys who asked her out. Their prides and ego just couldn't handle a woman like her. It was usually pretty easy to get rid of them .

But Pierre ... it just wasn't working . Not matter how bitchy and mean she was to him, he always came running right back to her .

He laughed when she said something mean. He smiled when she rolled her eyes at him .

It was as though he enjoyed being insulted . It was insane .

He just wouldn't give up .

He sent her flowers every week, he wrote her poems and he sent her songs on Instagram that he said 'reminded him of her' . He even sent her a about a hundred cook books when she announced that she was going vegan over the summer.

He was persistent and far too sweet for how she had been treating him. It almost made her feel bad

Almost.

Except times like this when he would just show up at wherever she was with no shame whatsoever , if he wasn't so cute and she didn't know that he was a little bit Infatuated with her, she would have been worried about having a serious stalker on her hands.

Pierre smugly smirked at her , enjoying the way she refused to look at him now. Instead waving over the pool waiter to get her another drink pronto.

"I'm in heaven Everytime I see you." He smoothly replied making Charles cringe .

"Mate.." he sighed feeling a little amused as he watched Cherrie just roll her eyes at him, unamused but his constant flirting.

She still didn't look at Pierre. Instead she kept her eyes on the fit bartender that was making their drinks, wiggling her fingers at him slyly when he looked up and gave her a little wink .

Pierre's smiled dropped as he glared over at the man jealously .

"Seriously? He's looks like a fucking Ken doll!" He exclaimed bitterly , not liking the way the love of his life was checking out another man that wasn't him.

Cherrie just smirked to herself. Finally tilting her head back over to him with a mean little raise of her eyebrow.

"Then I'm more than happy to be his barbie doll." She bit down on her lip, glancing over at the man again. More so just to piss Pierre off some more , enjoying the satisfaction she felt when he huffed at her moodily .

He then stepped in front of her and blocked her view of the wannabe Ken , crossing his arms over his chest and deliberately flexing his muscles for her to see.

Cherrie just laughed , looking him up and down before shaking her head at him mockingly.

"Have you gotten smaller Pierre? Charles is looking fitter than you recently.." she lied just to wind him up, taking a sip of her drink and smirking at him meanly .

Charles hid his own amused smile behind his drink, shaking his head at how much of a bitch his friend could be.

Pierre narrowed his eyes at her , scoffing as he motioned down to his abs cockily.

"Trust me sweetheart . Charles doesn't have any of this-"

Charles frowned at him, offended . "Hey!"

Pierre just ignored him and smirked down at Cherrie confidently .

"I could show you just how much better I am than all of them put together . Say about .. seven tonight? Some drinks in the hot tub?" He suggested suggestively , eyes dark as he took her beauty in.

Cherrie just looked back at him, unimpressed.

"How about I drown you in the hot tub at seven tonight and then go and get some drinks with my own personal Ken doll?" She said back to him, hiding her own giggles at the look on his face.

He sighed, side eyeing her . "Absolutely not. Okay.. how about a dinner then? You can give me your number and I'll text you the details of our date." He didn't give up , his confidence not even fading in the Slightest.

Charles just looked at him in slight amazement at his persistence even in the face of brutal rejection.

Had Cherrie finally found someone that was as cocky and arrogant as she was? Holy shit.

Cherrie pulled out her phone and turned away from him to take a picture of the view surrounding them, letting her large , Chanel sunglasses fall down over her eyes again.

"I don't have a phone." She told him with a straight face as she lifted her phone in Charles direction and started taking some photos of him instead .

Pierre looked at her phone in her hand and then looked back up at her in disbelief.

"How can you lie like that?" He blurted out , a little bit impressed by the poker face she had. But mostly just annoyed that she still wouldn't give him her number after months of asking for it. Well more like begging for it but…

Cherrie just smirked "I'm not lying. I'm just not telling you the truth either." She resorted.

Pierre gaped at her "that's lying!"

"Not it isn't !"

"Yes it is!"

Charles groaned loudly . Face palming as the two of them starting bickering loudly , making everybody in the pool look over At them curiously .

"Guys come on! Cherrie stop lying and Pierre-" he struggled to even know what to say to his friend who had just shown up on their holiday out of no where, without any warning whatsoever .

"Just behave!" He ended up huffing out , fed up with the both of them acting like little kids to each other.

They both fell silent for a moment. Side eyeing each other quietly.

Then Cherrie took a long sip from her drink and mumbled "still not going on a date with you."

Pierre just rolled his eyes at her , smiling despite himself as he watched her refuse to let him get the last word in.

"You'll give in someday. I'm an amazing boyfriend to have . I mean.. have you seen me? How could you not want this?" He ran his hand over himself pointedly , mostly just to tease her . Mostly being honest .

He was a catch. She was a catch. So why couldn't she see that this was clearly meant to be?

Cherrie slowly looked him over , admiring his toned arms and legs . His nearly shaven jaw and pretty eyes, his hair all floppy and soft.

He was exactly her type and he knew it.

And well, Cherrie just couldn't let his ego get any bigger than it was so she just shrugged and pulled a face like she was unimpressed by what she was seeing.

She wasn’t . She was trying not to drool but she wasn’t about to let him know that.

"I have seen you." She said before sighing loudly.

"I can see how annoying you are . Plus I like my guys like I like a library." She looked at him with a small smirk , chewing on her straw so she didn't burst into laughter at the cute confused look that came over his face.

He wasn't the brightest , so he just continued to look at her in absolute confusion . Having no idea what she was hinting at .

"With books? You want me to read more? What-?" He struggled to guess. He would read the biggest and most longest book in history if that was what she wanted.

Charles sighed in second hand embarrassment, covering his eyes so he didn't have to witness the scene in front of him.

Cherrie couldn't help but giggle then, making Pierre smile despite his confusion . His eyes gazing at her pouty lips that were upturned in amusement , mocking him.

He sighed quietly . Man she was so fucking beautiful. Even when she was clearly taking the piss out of him.

"Quite Pierre. I like them quite." She answered him, rolling her eyes at him a little too fondly for someone that apparently 'hated' him so much.

Charles gave her a knowing look. She just pretended that she didn't see him.

Pierre placed his hands on his hips, looking at her stubbornly .

"I can be quite." He lied.

Both Charles and Cherrie looked at him in disbelief .

He frowned at them, offended . "I can!"

Charles rose his brow at him in amusement "mate.. you're the biggest gossip I know. You'd talk at a funeral. You can't stand the silence!" He reminded him frankly .

Cherrie snorted a laugh. Pierre side eyeing her judgmentally .

"You can't talk sweetheart! You're the loudest and most obnoxious woman I know! We hear you before we even see you!" He exclaimed to her, huffing.

Cherrie stopped giggling, scowling at him instead.

"I'm not obnoxious you asshole! I'm just-" she struggled to find the right word to explain herself with . "-I'm just fun!" She settled with.

Both Pierre and Charles blinked at her in disbelief.

Charles scratching the side of his jaw with a small laugh . "You are a little obnoxious Cherrie-"

Pierre grinned at her smugly "you got your dad to buy the football team that your ex boyfriend was in and got him to transfer him to a team that he hated because you didn't want to see him anymore. That's a little obnoxious." He mused, laughing loudly at the memory .

Cherrie just pursed her lips , unable to deny that she did in fact do that.

"Well..." she muttered stubbornly "that was more strategic than obnoxious.. he wasn't that good anyways.."

Pierre laughed . Suddenly Reaching into the pockets of his swimming shorts and pulling out a small jewellery box that he had kept there.

Cherrie stopped pouting immediately at the sight of it, looking curiously down at the box , gave brightening up without even realising it.

Charles rolled his eyes at how superficial his friend was . In fact he was sure that if someone offered her a diamond ring in exchange for her siblings, she would hand them over without any hesitation.

She was a material girl. She just couldn't help it.

Pierre knew this and he used it to his advantage.

Smirking to himself as he handed her the little box casually .

"I got this for you..." he told her proudly while watching closely for her reaction to his gift.

She gave him a wary glance before taking the box off him , carefully lifting the lid and her eyes widening in shock as she looked at the necklace inside.

It was a dainty gold chain with a small cherry pendant on the end of it. Only The whole Cherry was encrusted in tiny red and green diamonds, it was sparkling in the sun.

Gasping a little as she lifted it out of the box , immediately Unclasping it and putting it on around her neck. Tilting her chest from side to side as she admired the way it shone and stood out between her breasts beautifully.

"It's so pretty!" She cooed down to it . Suddenly forgetting her annoyance towards him as she looked over at him with a giant smile on her face .

"Is it real gold too?" She wanted to know, refusing to wear anything but.

Pierre looked smug , admiring the necklace that he had handmade for her in satisfaction. Giving a disbelieving Charles a cocky grin.

It he couldn't get to her heart through flowers and flirting.

Then he could definitely win her over with gold And diamonds .

"Of course." He scoffed like it was obvious "they're real diamonds too. Do you like it?" He asked her hopefully. Taking a small step towards her while she was distracted by his gift.

Cherrie just Beamed uo at him. Her own excitement and happiness making her forget why she didn't like him in the first place .

She threw her arms around his waist and gave him the first hug he had ever received from her. Squeezing him tightly as she giggled out loud in pure happiness .

Pierre grinned widely , wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her close while he still had the chance. Gently caressing her back as he leaned his head down and gently kissed the top of her head. Sighing contently .

"I love it! It's so beautiful! Thank you so much Pierre. This is really sweet .." she cooed at him, pulling away enough so that she could kiss his cheek in thanks.

He just smiled smugly , running his hands through her hair while she continued to look down at her chest, admiring the necklace in amazement .

"Soo.." he drawled out confidently , pushing her hair over her shoulders and smiling down at her hopefully .

"Dinner tonight?" He tried again , feeling better about his chances now.

Cherrie didn't even hesitate . Smiling at him like she hadn't just been insulting him five minutes ago.

"Of course! We can go in the hot tub too!" She gave into him easily .

Pulling away from him so that she grab her drink again. Passing Charles her phone and telling him to take a picture of her with her new necklace on.

Pierre tried not to fist bump the air in utter glee. Instead he bit down on his lip and tried to contain his excited yell of relief .

Charles was looking at his spoilt friend in disbelief.

"What happened to 'I'll never say yes to him?'" He exclaimed to her in shock that all it took was some pretty jewellery to change her mind.

Cherrie just shrugged, unashamed but how materialistic she was.

"It's gold. And diamonds." She stated like it was obvious.

Leaning against pierres side and casually caressing his arm like it was totally normal for her to be so affectionate towards him now. Pierre happily eating her touch up as he did the same .

Acting Like she hadn't just been plotting his murder when he showed up on their holiday out of the blue .

"I'd blow him right here and right now If I wouldn't get arrested for it." She then added unashamedly, looking up at him through her lashes slyly.

Pierre went red. Letting out a startled laugh, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leaning his head against her own, squeezing her to him in pure happiness.

"I wouldn't complain-" he smirked down at her, biting his lip.

Charles looked at them in pure disgust. "I would! I can't believe this! Can't you go back to hating him Cherrie?!" He exclaimed unhappily , grimacing deeply as he watched pierre slide his hand down over her ass and give it a casual squeeze.

Pierre kicked at him with wide eyes "don't give her any ideas! Let me have this mate!" He exclaimed at him, laughing loudly .

Their other friends weren't going to believe this.

He wished he had gotten her some jewellery sooner. Maybe they would have been married by now!

And from then on instead of getting her flowers or something simple , pierre got her grand and luxurious gifts whenever she was mad at him.

She was hanging out in their garden with both Charles and lando when pierre came rushing through the backdoor with a large smile on his face.

"Hello love of my life!" He exclaimed happily towards his pissed off girlfriend who refused to speak to him after missing their date night three days ago.

Pierre felt like he was losing his mind. Three days without hearing her babbling on and bugging him all day was too much for him to bare.

He wanted her to be back to annoying him and following him around and giving him kisses whenever he did or said something that she liked.

He had tried apologising and getting her flowers but she just turned away from them , unimpressed. So he knew he had to pull out the big guns for this one.

Lando and Charles looked up at him uneasily , Cherrie refusing to even look at him. Instead she was back in a tiny bikini, tanning in their back garden peacefully while reading some trashy magazine .

"I don't think you should look so happy mate.." lando chuckled as he glanced between the two of them in amusement .

Having had the absolute joy of Cherrie phoning him up to rant about Pierre pissing her off again. For someone who wasn't British, she sure liked to swear like she was.

"You might not have a girlfriend soon." He told him with a grin. Enjoying the drama like he always did.

Pierre just continued smiling cockily. "You're right."

His sudden casual agreement made Cherrie look up from the magazine in her lap with a furious glare.

Starting up at him angrily, in absolutely disbelief by how unbothered he seemed at the thought of her leaving him.

"Why do you look happy at the thought of losing me?! Do you know how quickly I could have a new boyfriend Pierre? Do you want me to show you how many of your friends want to fuck-" she started to yell at him dramatically , ever the hot head, giving him no chance to finish his sentence .

Pierre just laughed in amusement and shook his head at her. Admiring how hot she looked when she was angry at him.

Well aware that most of his friends wanted to fuck the love of his life. He couldn't blame them. She was hot as fuck , but at the end of the day he didn't care how they felt because he was the one that she went home with each night.

He was the only one that she loved. That was all he cared about.

"No, no. I'm not happy about that obviously." He reassured her quickly before she actually tried to drown him in their pool .

Then he casually nodded over to the gate that lead around the house to their large driveway.

"Come on. I've got you something to say sorry for being such a asshole and missing our date. I really don't mean to my love . I just forgot ." He explained to her honestly as he gently took ahold of her arm and pulled her up from the sun bed, dragging her along with him while she huffed and puffed at him unhappily.

Charles and lando quickly following after them, wanting to see what he had done now to get her to forgive him.

The last time he had got her a sorry gift , he had gotten her a giant ice sculpture of the two of them. Their friends had been stunned .

Because what the fuck?

But Cherrie had just squealed happily and kissed him over and over again. Forgetting what she was even mad about in the first place.

Their friends no longer knew what to expect from the couple and the group chat was just filled with pictures of all the random and slightly insane 'gifts' that he got Cherrie when he pissed her off or simply just because he wanted to see her smile.

Now was no different .

"So I'm that forgettable am I Pierre? Well you know what! I know some guys that wouldn't forget me-" she was snapping at him moodily , glaring him at him unhappily . Not liking the idea of being forgotten about so easily .

She had never felt more humiliated when sitting alone in a restaurant while waiting for her boyfriend to come for hours. Trying to ignore the pitying look that she got from the staff when they came out and gave her a slice of cake 'on the house' clearly feeling sorry for her being ditched in a fancy restaurant like that.

Cherrie had wanted to kill him. Still kind of did.

Pierre sighed guiltily and squeezed her hand three times, still feeling terrible.

"I'm sorry baby. It really was an accident and it won't happen again. I can promise you that." He meant it.

He had no doubt that if he ever forgot one of their dates again, he would no longer have legs to drive with.

You didn't test your luck twice.

He opened the gate and gently pulled her through until they were stood in their large gravelled driveway.

He smiled down at her , barely containing his own excitement as he casually nodded his head to his left.

"Look.." he simply muttered to her .

Cherrie frowned at him before reluctantly following his finger over to their driveway.

She froze in disbelief .

Mouth dropping onen in shock as a brand new , black Lamborghini with hot pink leather seats stared back at her .

"Holy shit!" She squealed loudly .

Quickly dropping his hand and running over to it. Jumping up and down in excitement as she ran her hand over the sleek car , admiring its beauty.

“Oh my god! Baby!”

Charles and lando were gaping at the car beside him, both of them looking at the car with a giant bow on it in disbelief .

"You bought me a Lamborghini?!" She screamed in utter glee.

Gasping loudly as she opened the door and ducked her head inside , tears falling from Her eyes when she saw the customised fluffy steering wheel and her name engraved on the drivers seat in cursive letters.

Pierre laughed happily and nodded his head, wandering over to her as he admired the look of pure joy on her face at the sight of her dream car .

"I did. To say sorry for being an asshole." He murmured to her , stroking her hair affectionately when she finally pulled herself out of the sports car , Crying in happiness as she threw herself into his arms with a squeal .

"You like it?" He already knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it anyways .

She scoffed in disbelief , kissing all over his face and leaving red listick prints on his blushing skin.

"I love it! It's so beautiful! And it's all mine?!" She couldn't believe it.

Pierre just nodded with a lovesick grin as he leaned down to give his excited girlfriend a kiss.

"All yours baby. Just like me." He whispered against her mouth, sighing against her lips when she deepened the kiss.

Sliding her hand underneath his shirt and lightly scratching at his back with her long nails making him shiver in pleasure .

Charles groaned loudly at them making out against her new car in disgust.

Meanwhile lando was already in backseat, rolling down the window and looking over to them impatiently.

"Can we take it for a spin then?! Let's see how fast it can go!” He shouted at them impatiently .

Pierre reluctantly pulled away from her lips with a smile , giving Cherrie a gentle push in the direction of the car.

She wasted no time in buckling herself in and revving the engine at them, lando and her screaming in excitement.

"Oh my god that sounded so sexy!" She shouted in awe as she did it again, giggling hysterically while lando climbed into the passenger seat beside her instead . Beeping the horn at them impatiently.

"Come on! Let's go!" He shouted again, taking out his camera and videoing Cherrie who was feeling her new fluffy pink wheel in awe.

Charles glanced over at his friend in silent disbelief ,

Pierre looking casual as he pulled out his phone and started taking a hundred photos of his girlfriend , still in her tiny bikini, posing with the Lamborghini like a model .

"I can't believe you bought her a Lamborghini to get her to forgive you." He stated in amazement .

Having apparently underestimated just how far and how much money he was willing to spend just to make Cherrie happy.

Pierre simply shrugged , grinning over at Cherrie in adoration.

"She's the love of my life and she deserves fancy things. Plus.. I knew there was no way she could stay mad at me with this!" He told him proudly , pleased with himself for once again spoiling his material girl.

Charles laughed , side eyeing him. "I'm mad at you for stealing my best friend from me. Where's my Lamborghini?" He joked at him.

Pierre just grinned at him , laughing "I'm sure Cherrie will give you lifts in it now. Look at how hot she looks in it.. wow.." he sighed dazedly still taking photos of her proudly .

He was definitely going to blow one of the ones with her stretched across the front of the lambo in her tiny bikini mid laugh, that picture was going straight above their bed.

All of their friends stood hidden behind the palms trees as they watched Pierre get down on one knee in the middle of the beach , candles and roses surrounding Cherrie as she looked down at him with a excited squeal.

"Oh my god baby! This better not be a joke otherwise I'll kill you!" She shouted gleefully as she looked down at Pierre who was giggling at her excitement loudly .

He shook his head with a affectionate grin on his face , looking up at her with tears in his eyes , having wanted to do this since the day he met her.

"Not a joke." He confirmed to her , sniffling. Already getting emotional .

“You're the love of my life Cherrie. And I want to annoy you for the rest of my life. Without you- my life is just empty and boring . You keep me on my toes and make my life so much more fun and interesting . It only took me three years to get you to go on a date with me-" he spoke unashamedly , holding her hand in his with nothing but love in his eyes.

Max snorted quietly , Charles and lando shushing him quickly.

"Three years of her rejecting him. And he's still whipped." He muttered in amusement .

"But I want all your years and all your mornings and nights. I want to hear you call me an asshole when I make you mad. I want to be the only one that you look to for safety and happiness. Because you're the only one that I ever think of. Hell, I even dream of you!" He giggled , Cherrie reaching down and gently wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"So, will you marry me?" He asked her with a shaking voice , blinking away tears and adding a desperate "please?" As well.

Cherrie burst into tears and dropped down to her knees in front of him, hugging him tightly as she rocked them from side to side in pure excitement .

"Yes! You absolute beauty! Oh my god! You wanna marry me?!" She was in disbelief as she kissed all over his face in happiness .

Pierre taking ahold of her cheeks and pulling away to grin at her, laughing loudly at how oblivious she was .

He was obsessed with her. He would marry her everyday if he could .

"Obviously! I knew I wanted to marry you the first time you called me a dickhead years ago!" He admitted to her honestly.

Then he pulled away and moved to the side to show her five jewellery boxes on the sand beside him.

His friends gaped and gasped as they watched him open each box , all of them containing different diamond rings . Different styles and colours, but all worth hundreds of thousands . Giving her options as she gasped loudly and started trying each one on.

"Oh my god. He bought all of the rings he looked at?" Charles gasped in disbelief. Having been beside his friend when they went ring shopping.

They all watched the newly engaged couple sit casually on the sand, Cherrie leaning her back against his chest and holding her hand out in front of her as Pierre slid on another ring for her to try, both of them comparing them to see which one she liked best.

"He has set the bar so ridiculously high.. he never even bought flowers for girls in the past before !" Max exclaimed in disbelief .

Charles just giggled , not at all surprised as they then watched Pierre walk behind a pop up barrier and then pull out a puppy with a bow around its neck.

Cherrie bursting into tears again as she clutched the puppy to her chest , all of the rings stacked up on her fingers, unable to pick just one.

Pierre just standing back and taking candid photos of her proudly , crying happy tears himself as she shouted about how much she loved him.

"That's because they weren't Cherrie." Charles simply stated the truth.

“And cherries bar is set so high and Pierre is the only one that matches it. They're both rich and both in love. And Pierre loves spoiling her. Even before she was his girlfriend."

Lando nodded in agreement , happy for his friends.

He didn't understand their love but they were happy and that was all that mattered to him.

"She's always been a material girl and she's turning pierre into a material boy too." Lando laughed , shaking his head in amusement .

"They're made for each other. And Cherrie loves to spoil him just as much. Do You know what Cherrie has bought him for his birthday next week?" He said to them with a grin.

They all shook their heads no, looking over at him curiously .

"A private plan with his name written across it." He told them casually

“so nothing surprises me anymore."

"They'd give each other the whole world if they could."

They all watched as Cherrie and Pierre held into each other tightly , beaming smiles on their faces as they giddily began gushing about having their wedding on an island .

"Do you think we can get Taylor swift to sing at our reception?!" They heard Cherrie ask.

All of them watching as Pierre shrugged his shoulders and told her that he'd try his best to make their guest list as A list as possible.

"This is going to be the most biggest and most expensive wedding of the century." Charles stated the obvious .

Wondering how the hell he had gone from listening to her complain about how much Pierre annoyed her and wouldn't leave her alone. To seeing the both of them getting engaged and planning their futures together .

Who knew that all this could happen because of a diamond necklace?

#Pierre gasly imagine #Pierre gasly fic #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 fic #formula one imagine

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fverhee · 5 months ago

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in another life

paring. nonidol!jungwon x reader

word count. 800+ super short!!

warnings. angst (? kinda idek), breakup

note. only posting this short fic bc it’s been in my drafts for MONTHS

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Taking a deep breath in, you hear the door open behind you, knowing it was him walking into the classroom.

Four days ago, you wrote Jungwon a letter saying that you wanted to break up. It was so sudden to end things between you two. You felt that you weren’t in the right place mentally to be in a relationship. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him face-to-face, so you wrote a long letter about how you felt, quietly placing it in his locker before school ended.

You regret your decision to tell him through a letter. But then again, you didn’t have the heart to tell him in person. You knew that you’d cry before being able to say anything.

When Jungwon read the letter, he immediately called you. He wanted to talk things through before you officially ended things. You figured it was better to talk about it with him one last time before letting him go.

"How long were you planning this?" Jungwon asked, sitting down on the desk next to you. You kept looking out the window, still not wanting to face him completely.

"A while." You said it quietly, looking at the students walking out of the school building.

Jungwon looks down on his lap, holding the folded letter with your name written on it.

"Is there a reason as to why you told me in a letter?"

You swallow your tears, going silent to think of an answer to his question. Not only do you regret writing that letter, but now you regret meeting up with him one last time. If you never saw him again after that letter, maybe you wouldn’t be feeling the pain in your chest from trying not to burst into tears right now. With that in mind, the silence drags a lot longer than it should.

"I didn’t know how to tell you." You whisper.

Jungwon’s heart dropped, hearing your voice crack when you spoke that sentence, and now seeing that your eyes are filled with tears.

"I know I should’ve just said it to you directly, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to see your face saying that. I’m… I’m sorry."

He didn’t know what went wrong. If he did something to make you feel the way that you did, or if it was something else. He believed that the relationship was going so well. To him, there wasn’t any sign that something was wrong, but now you’re both here.

There was a brief moment of silence, neither of you knowing what to do or say now.

"In another life," He says to himself, breaking the silence.

You look up at him with your glossy eyes. Jungwon bites the inside of his cheek, trying to figure out how to voice his thoughts properly.

"Maybe in another life, we’ll meet each other again, but as something else." He says this, looking into your eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit in confusion.

"What if we get together again? Just in a different way." His hands subconsciously holds onto the letter tightly.

"Maybe we’ll be, I don’t know, cats in the next life? Maybe we’ll be those cats who are always together—side by side, you know?"

You let out a small laugh, wiping away your tears. It was a weird concept to think about, but it lightened up the mood. But right after that moment, it got quiet again. Oh, how Jungwon hated the silence. But he couldn’t find the right words to say more to you.

He was trying to look at the bright side of things; bring up the possibility that you’ll cross paths again in a different form.

Everything rushes back to you. The fond memories you had with him. All those dates you went on with him, all those times when you two kissed, all those moments of cuddling and hugging, and more specifically, all those times he comforted you. It just made you hate yourself even more for wanting to break up with him. You now felt that you’d never get that type of love back. But at this time in your life, you felt that a relationship was the last thing you needed for your mentally.

In another life.

It was a bittersweet moment for the two of you. It was Jungwon’s way of coping with the situation. He didn’t want to let go of you. He didn’t want you to know how much he’s hurting. He wanted to be strong for you. He desperately wishes he knew exactly what to do to fix things. But in the end, it was your decision to end the relationship, and he felt he had no choice but to accept it.

Just the thought of him saying that you’d see him again in a different life made your heart sink. It was cute, but so heartbreaking. If the relationship didn’t work in this life, there was hope that it would in another.

"You really think we’ll meet each other again?" You ask him.

"Yeah. I’m sure of it." He says softly.

You smile to yourself, a sad smile to his answer.

"In one way or another, I’ll find you again. We'll find each other again." He adds.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

#jungwon #enhypen #jungwon scenarios #jungwon fanfic #jungwon enhypen #jungwon x reader #jungwon angst #enhypen angst #yang jungwon #jungwon fic #jungwon imagines #jungwon au #yang jungwon angst #enhypen au

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eldaryasharbinger · 6 months ago

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MCL New Gen Ep. 4 Review

I played the episode on early access so now it's review time! Like last time, I'll give a more generic and spoiler free opinion and leave all the spoilers below the cut!

First thing I want to say is that this might be my favorite episode so far, I've gasped in surprise A LOT while playing it, due to all the information we get to know about all the other characters, like there's a lot to unpack from this episode... I can't wait to hear what others will think of it when it's avaible to everyone!

The episode costed me exactly 1716 APs, uncle Archibald included! (I also finally found him and got the right answer! I forgot to look for him in ep 2 and 3 and missed taki's costumes :( )

So far I've only seen Jason's, Amanda's and Devon's illustrations so I'm really curious about the others. Amanda's is very very pretty and the special scene was soo good,, Devon's is pretty cute as well, I liked the idea and I wonder what the interaction was like!

Jason's kind of let me down, I didn't have much expectations and I'm not saying that it's bad, I just wish it was a little bit... more? Still the special scene was so good it fit the way I see Petronilla's personality/way of thinking if that makes sense?? Also I really enjoyed the story so me being low-key disappointed by illu is probably a me-only problem because it was perfect for the context

I'd say more but idk what others might consider spoilers or not so I'm playing safe and leaving all the other details below the cut, spoilers ahead! From the future: It's super long I really had so much to say, so if you're stopping here, remember to come back after playing the episode!

OKAY BUT THE GASP I GASPED WHEN I SAW LYNN?? Absolutely loved seeing her animated, or yk, seeing her in general! I wasn't really expecting it but I loved the surprise!

Also lmao not Thomas just telling Lynn that he loved her as a kid I WAS SHOCKED but simply because the possibility never crossed my mind... Consider my flabbers, gasted...

Like when I said we'd be learning a LOT about the others, I MEANT IT!! I didn't know how we'd even end up in the situation to talk about love and relationship with our coworkers in the first place (which was the premise of the episode) but it basically started after Thomas randomly revealed he loved Lynn as a kid, Elenda teasing him and him revealing (kind of) that she had a childhood crush on someone as well which is, well, DEVON!! It was so much because at that point anything could've happened... I was already so surprised and impressed by what was going on... BUT THEN !!

I love how everyone was going crazy about Roy and Brune being in a relationship when these two have been together for two weeks, never kissed, slept together or anything

And we just have to watch these two having a the realization and simply breaking up like it was nothing...

To be honest I didn't even find it strange or weird although the other characters were kind of annoying about it, and that just because they were so chill with it?? Like, not every break up has to be screams and tears idk, maybe I didn't find it strange because I've only had good breakups? (lots of heartbreaks from relationships that never even started too ofc) Like, once two people both agree that the love is gone/was never there or anything like that I think it's only normal for it to go ok? idk I found it very icky how literally no other character said anything like this, they were all shocked because of the lack of drama? Honestly, Brune is a queen for saying "go watch a soap opera if you want drama" lmao, I love her (unpopular opinion?)

Yeah you guessed it, I gasped AGAIN when Jason arrived at the café!

AND I GASPED AGAIN WHEN THOMAS SAID THIS??????? HELLOOOOOOO??????? LMAO IDEK WHAT TO SAY I'm on cloud nine y'all with how the story with Jason is going, I'm THRIVING, my brain is getting back into brainrot, like everything I could've wanted, like this kind of silly fanfic trope, I'm loving it

Okay Brune, ouch, but I still love you, you can call me anything lol

AND ELENDAAA!! SAME AS THOMAS !!! Yes keep saying these things as if we're teenagers/pos it's so so funny to me it gets me giggling and kicking my feet,, Like oooo he has a crush on you hehehehe hohohoho,, yeah I think it's the worms writing rn, they got control of my brain ;w;,

Okay so next, after we all saw Jason, we stayed on theme and Thomas started talking about how he follows him on insta in secret and how he's seen him with A LOT of women but never twice with the same one... then...

I kind of felt bad for him because seriously, they not only started talking about his private life, they were also saying bad things about him and were so judgemental, and I get not liking the guy but at the same time it felt uncalled? all he did was go to cozy bear cafe at the same time as us and he didn't even approach us,, come on y'all no one taught you how to behave?? There's this saying that basically says "don't speak about those who are not here to listen" or something like that and I believe in that, if I'm with people who start doing this I either stay shut or remind them that they're being mean, they're supposed to be adults but some of them really think in a rather "twisted" way, like Thomas for instance, he said that since Jason uploaded those pictures himself, it was public (therefore they were allowed to talk sh*t) and man... that's such a scary way to think (I'm not calling him a creep, I get why he might htink that way), I've already stated before that I'm very paranoid and knowing that some people actually think this way (with evil intentions) is the reason why I feel so scared to post anything online, I want my life to remain private,, (these are just my experience with the situation, I'm not trying to make it sound like a big deal it just made me uncomfortable because of my personal beliefs)

Imagine "poor" Jason going for a coffee and then finding your rivals gossiping about your love life etc, and honestly the fact that I like Jason so much isn't even important because I swear I would've felt compassion for him even if I hated him with all my guts... BTW I'm not complaining about the writing, the story was very intresting and I wouldnt've wanted for it to go any diffrent!! "But Kaf! How can you say you liked it if it made you uncomfortable?" you see, I'm a weirdo and got questionable taste, I love me a pityful, loser and not really evil character, this is only making me root for Jason more, as well as making me want to put him in my mouth (means nothing I say this about all things I like so much that I just feel like I have to eat them,,)

Now get ready because next up we have the answer to Candy's question "why do we hate Jason?"

Guys.

GIRLS.

Y'ALL.

HE'S EVEN MORE PITIFUL TO MY EYES THAN BEFORE, LITERALLY MY FAVORITE KIND OF CHARACTER!! THE UNSUFFERABLE, MISERABLE BUT ACTUALLY JUST VERY VERY SAD ONES!! (I have decided he's like this, just my interpretation/headcanon)

They werent even friends to begin with, Jason was just this random guy who worked there, probably done with his job he saw Devon's file and decided to Plagiarise and try to get a chance at a better job, got caught, fired and decided that he was now enemies with this other random guy as if he didn't literally steal from him because HE IS A SORE LOSER!!!!!!!! He's unsufferable on purpose, probably very very sad inside and he kind of showed that when he caught them talking sh*t because he looked very serioius, no smile or anything

today is a great day for me, because I've now decided that I'm 100% right and this is how the story goes for Petronilla's story, even if in the future we might a diffrent story, this is how it is in my mind :D!

I love how she's like "i'm just investigating the rival! I'm totally not zooming in on each and every picture!" she's so real this is 100% 'Nilla behaviour (me too)

This is Jason's illustration and now you can understand what I meant with "I wish it were more"

More than a picture of a picture on my phone!! It's still accurate so I can't really complain about it too much, in the end I think it's good to have different perspectives (Also how pretty is he... wow...)

Girl you're cooked

yeah well, in my head I've already estabilished that Jason saw that and that he'll be overthinking it so much or he'll be like "ha ha, of course she liked this picture of me on purpose to send me a sign, she wants me, but of course cause she can't resist my charm! no one can!" and then feel so confident etc (a loser)

Now let's fast forward to sharing a taxi ride with our beautiful Amanda!

do you want to kiss already or

LMAO THIS IS WHERE MY STUPID ASS THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS ASKING ME OUT

I don't even know why I thought that but with how things were going... the atmosphere yk... And yeah, I gasped about this too

;A;, (yes, that's all the commentary I have left)

The illu is so cute and I loved the outfit, just like last time I ended up buying the illustration becase the outfit was different for Jason... Although I think that this one is pefert for Petronilla! (I unlocked it in the shop with 150 hearts at the end of the episode)

aaand this for last! to back up one of my recent reblogs talking about how Amanda isn't that bad and had her reason to be upset (in case you had the party at your house, I didn't)

That's all and wow, it's a lot

#mcl ng spoilers #my candy love new gen spoilers #mcl ng #my candy love new gen #eldaryasharbinger review

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Pluto 11H Transit - Personal Observation

As Pluto's been hanging around the last degree of Capricorn I've been feeling so unsatisfied in my friendships and my goals lol a weird feeling like it's not bad but like....it's off and not really what I want.

The other day someone asked me if I had any goals for this year and I said no bc I did not write out goals and I haven't for 2 years! The goals I made 5 years ago that I really wanted didn't happen and I got tired of re adding them to my goals for the new year so I just stopped altogether lmfao but partly because as the years went by I got more like "idek what I want!!!" about them!

With friendships I've been realizing that I don't have friends in my immediate environment that share my more exciting interests. Astro for example Idk anyone in person that knows more than just the basic like their big 3 and how to look up their chart and some people are even against it for "witchcraft" lol and other exciting interests I have are creative and I've been calling it excitement blue balls lmfao when I get super excited about something and I show my friends and they just don't get it at all or they get it after I explain but it's just not exciting for them so they can't match my excitement lol and it's so disappointing! The other day I was looking up pluto 11H natally and it was talking about how someone with this placement can be a loner and that's accurate for the transit too! I find myself doing things alone a lot bc I'm the "host" of my group of friends and they are all part of different groups (family or friends) but for me this is my one group so when they are doing things with their other groups I'm literally alone lol so the thought of "i want different/more friends!" is in my head a lot!

Ready to leave this transit behind! But first let's look back omg

(Description from Planets in Transit - Robert Hand)

Period of great changes in your long range goals and your hopes for the future

This transit started in 7th grade for me and now I'm 29 lmao so yeah things have definitely changed! But I think that's around the time I started seriously saying I wanted to be a lawyer and in early high school I did these summer camp things for legal justice. I'm a lawyer now and it's like yay......I guess lmfaooo idk like it pays my bills I can't complain! However for the last 2 years I've been wanting to get a different job and nothing I've seen has looked exciting and I'm like maybe it's bc I'm not looking up what I want but what do I want?? idk!

The kinds of people you have as friends will change

This has definitely been true because this transit started a year ish after I came to the US and that's when my fam told me that it wasn't temporary so all my friendships from Haiti that I had just kind of died overnight bc it was hard back then to communicate internationally and I was also 11 lol and my fam does not value friendships so no one even cared! Those friends and I were definitely like the "it" group of elementary school lol but the friends I made in middle school were different bc we just minded our business and entertained ourselves! Then in high school my friend group changed again bc I was in IB classes so the people I was around were different and I had to be a lot more social and I stopped seeing my middle school friends around. Then in college I was on a caribbean dance team and that's who I was around and they were all black bc caribbean which was so different from my friends throughout middle and high school. It was interesting bc going in I thought I would have been more like them bc i am caribbean but I was still different bc I grew up in haiti and they grew up here lol Then in law school I went to an HBCU and the vibes were off for me bc so much elitism so I only stuck to a couple people and minded my business lol

Activities that you once enjoyed may no longer appeal to you now

I can't remember for the entire transit but recently that's why I've been like eh about my friendships bc the stuff that they want to do I used to want but now I don't anymore so I go more to hang out with them instead of bc I want to do whatever it is lol this halloween season for example I wanted to do this bar crawl and this party on saturday and everyone bailed so I ended up skipping the bar crawl and going to the party alone and like I had a great time!! I was in the front by the DJ and I know i'm gonna be in their promo pictures lmao but then there's another party on halloween that I'm going to and I didn't even really want to do it I wanted to do this boat party but again no one wanted to do that so lol

You will be looking for quite a different kind of friendship than you have had in the past. Now you seek out people who will provide very intense encounters because you are seeking to confront new dimensions of yourself through them

Real af bc I was just saying the other day how I want more nurturing and caring and intimate friendships! I also find meeting people who are eccentric exciting because I'm literally studying them lol especially if i know their astro placements I'm like mm i know why!

One friendship in particular may change your life at this time. You may meet someone who affects you so strongly that the entire course of your life is changed

This has to be my bestie! We literally met in middle school in 2008 and then she moved out of state the next year and we somehow managed to stay besties long distance this entire time and now that we have our own money we see each other more and travel together lol I feel like if I didn't have the one stable friendship I might have ended up in friend groups that wouldn't have been good for me lol

Avoid associating with individuals just because they are powerful and persuasive

This showed up a lot for me in law school bc I swear you have to be a bit insane to choose this as a career path and yes I know I chose it too and yes I think I am a bit insane for it lmao but maybe not as much as some others which is why I ended up keeping to myself. So many clashing egos as if we weren't literally just students lol I met this one girl and we had started to become friends and she persuaded me to come over to her place and teach her how to cook some foods bc we're both Haitian and then I realized that she literally just wanted me to meal prep for her and I was like uhhhhhhh.... and avoided her after that lmao I also could not get myself to gaf about networking and I really tried!! These professors were not clicking for me and befriending random attorneys at events bc of the firm they work at idk it wasn't my vibe lol

Possible you will meet someone who can really act as a guide and teacher

Idk if I can say I've met them bc they are people I only know online but I've come across a few people that I still go to for advice and guidance! We're friends now but when I met him it was bc I got a tarot reading from him where he looked at the entire upcoming year and that was honestly so helpful!

You may become associated with a group or movement that wants to reform society

Yeah that was the goal in law school lol I wanted to do juvenile justice at first to help the kids and then I wanted to do family law to help the kids and then I wanted to do immigration to help the families and I still kind of want to do immigration but I'm in patents lmao unfortunate detour

Shallow old friendships may end under this transit

My friendship with my high school bestie ended in 2014 I wanna say which is one of the years when this transit was exact on my 11H degree and it was a shallow friendship bc we were besties bc we had every class together and sat next to each other bc of our last names lol it was great at the time but then we went to different colleges in different states and it wasn't sustainable lol then in 2017 another friendship ended with my roommate of 3yrs after we graduated college and idek what happened there lol we were just really good roommates but not friends that would stay friends outside of that. There's also people I used to hang out with all the time that now I only see on socials and say happy birthday to lol

The fundamental purpose of this transit are transformation through your friendships and regeneration of your goals

Friends have definitely been a major part of my growth over the years not just through my personal experiences with them but also with their experiences with other people lol I'm always thinking about why people act how they act and a lot of times i can see how I acted similarly and it clicks for me! It's my 1H saturn return right now so a major thing has been observing my own behavior and I've been working through a lot of people pleasing tendencies after going NC with my mom and I think that I made friends along the way based on the things that they liked that I liked too but not the things that I liked you know??? lol idk how else to say that! But yeah now that I'm more aware of it and also choosing to do things I find exciting I'm leaning toward things that in my group i'm the only one into them lol idk how to go about making new friends based on that tho!

Idk about the goals still so I'm hoping that once Pluto leaves Capricorn for good I can have some clarity lol

(I wrote this post last night and had a dream about my glasses being shattered and when I looked it up it was talking about not having the tools to look at reality with clarity..........okayyyyyyyy so where are the tools? lmao in the closet? at home depot?)

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