#or was it made to save his mother from being sentenced with murder???????

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Just watched Anatomy of a Fall. AAAAGAGAHHHHDJNSHSKANBAHW

[cherikyassss]

Cataloguing my top ten Cherik fics in order of popularity, in case anyone fancies some new reading material 😉

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Five Nights in Nuremberg

When Charles escapes from the mutant prison he has been held in for the last two years he knows that he’s going to need help to avoid being recaptured.

What he doesn’t expect is that help will come in the form of a mysterious German man who rescues Charles and takes him to his home; a handsome stranger who, frustratingly, doesn’t speak a single word of English…

Bound

Is there anything worse than someone else’s wedding? Well, perhaps your sister’s wedding- where the groom just has to invite his boss and that man just happens to be your ex-boyfriend; a person you had an extremely passionate and tumultuous relationship with that ended badly.

Charles hadn’t seen Erik for a year by the time Raven had told him about the wedding. He wasn’t looking forward to the occasion, particularly when Raven explained that they would be celebrating the event with a two-week extravaganza at a luxury hotel, meaning that Charles would be forced to spend a whole fortnight with the man who he’d given everything to; the man who had ultimately broken his heart…

Can You Feel My Heart

Erik Lehnsherr hates Charles Xavier.

It’s as true as the words written on the wall in the bathroom at the university that Erik attends. Erik sees them one day- accompanied by a crude drawing of Erik and Charles glaring at each other- and recognises the truth of the sentence, and smiles.

He hates Charles.

Probably…

The Best You Never Had

By the time Erik is in his late twenties he has grown tired of his mother meddling in his love life- always setting him up on numerous dates with various suitors.

But then Erik’s mother offers to set him up with someone he used to know- the gorgeous blue-eyed boy Erik had a crush on in school, the boy Erik desperately wishes he had been nicer to.

How Erik ends up entering into a fake relationship with the man in order to keep his mother happy is anyone’s guess…

Forgotten

Charles is having a really bad day. Not only has he woken up in the middle of the afternoon with no idea where he is or how he got there, but when he returns home he’s confronted by a stranger with intense eyes, who insists that he knows Charles rather more intimately than Charles remembers…

In Service of the King

Co-authored by the wonderful @pinkoptics

The people of Britannia have been saved from an unbearable fate at the hands of Emperor Shaw. In order to express their immense gratitude, they offer the ultimate tribute- Charles Xavier, the beloved son of their leader.

Far from naive, and even before agreeing to be made a gift, Charles is only too aware of what such an arrangement will entail- a life spent on his knees for more reasons than one... But upon arriving on Genosha’s shores, it soon becomes clear that sexual submission may not be all that is desired of Charles, and that King Erik may have some notions of how he wishes to be serviced that are not at all what Charles expected...

Power and Control

Charles had done a number of stupid things in his lifetime, but this was probably the worst.

Deciding to piss off the leader of The Brotherhood of Mutants was a recipe for disaster, particularly when said leader had a reputation for swift and bloody vengeance. But, as it turned out, being murdered wasn’t what Charles would need to worry about. Apparently there’s a great many things you can do to exert your power over someone, rather than simply killing them…

Enemies With Benefits

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are the leaders of two opposing mutant factions; their rivalry played out over televised debates and in the articles of tabloid newspapers.

The tension between them is so palpable that, naturally, everyone assumes they're fucking- which they are, not that Erik is particularly happy about it... But he is content to console himself with the idea that it's just sex and nothing else, and that he is in no way interested in the spoilt little rich boy he can't seem to stay away from.

But then an attempt is made on both their lives and they are relocated to a safe house- a secluded cabin in the middle of the woods. At first Erik hates being forced into such close quarters with Charles, but gradually he begins to realise that 'hate' might not be the emotion driving him after all...

I Know

Charles had always considered himself quite a moral person, so he was as surprised as anyone to one day find himself with his mother’s boyfriend between his legs…

The Right King of Wrong

When Erik accepts a job working as a mechanic for the Xavier family he thinks it will be the solution to all his problems; a way for him to get inside the Xavier mansion without raising suspicion, so he can find out more about the labs rumoured to be hidden in the basement- a location where numerous mutant experiments are said to have taken place.

The mission is only supposed to take a few weeks, but then Erik meets Charles- the nineteen-year-old heir to the Xavier family fortune, who is back from Oxford University for the summer. Rather suddenly all of Erik’s carefully made plans fall spectacularly to pieces as the two of them embark on a love affair that has the potential to alter both of their futures, and their lives, forever…

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cold nights // part four

summary: all the stars aligned, and it was you.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.9k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: this is your reminder to reblog and comment on fics you like!! it helps us writers out a TON the girlies who get it get it. thanks!!

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"I just have to ask you a few questions... is that okay?" Coriolanus asks, sitting across from you at the small table you find yourself chained to.

"Please." You nod, grinning at him. You were so tired, the bags under your eyes were evidence enough of that. Screw getting you food- Coryo is worried if you don't sleep you'll be all but useless in the games, even if all he needs you to do is run and hide.

"It's just so people can get to know you a bit better. Okay, so..." He looks down at the sheet in front of him, tapping the pencil against the table as he tries to focus on reading. "First, nice and easy, what is your full name?"

"Y/N M/N L/N."

"Great... Okay, and where are you from?"

"District Twelve, born and raised."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. I'll be eighteen next week." You smile.

"Oh, really?" He asks, pausing mid-sentence as he starts writing it down.

"Yeah." You smile. "Hopefully I'll live to see the day."

"You will." He tries to be reassuring as he scribbles the finished answer on his sheet. God, you got unlucky. Not that his eighteenth was a big celebration like some of his classmates, but Tigris made him a cake with ingredients she'd been saving up for and she refit his school uniform for him. You wouldn't even have that- you would be spending the day fighting for your life, if you even made it that long.

"And who is in your family unit?" He reads directly from the slip as he forces himself to move on.

"Well, there's me, my brother, he's fifteen, and then my ma and pa." You nod. "Well, my pa isn't home much. Lots of work in the mines; usually has sixteen-hour days. I hardly ever see him." You admit, sadness laced into your tone. "Saw him, I mean."

"My father died in Twelve." Coryo says, catching you off guard. He doesn't even fully understand why he felt the need to tell you this. "About ten years ago, it was rebels."

"I remember that." You reply quietly, recalling the lockdown placed on the District after the murder of a peacekeeper general. "He was the general. Crassus Snow, I assume?"

"Yes."

Everyone was forced into their homes at gunpoint, and in search of the responsible parties everyone you knew had their home destroyed by peacekeepers. Yourself included. Your bed was torn apart, and your mattress shredded for any hidden weapons or plans. Since then, you have shared a bed with your brother. A new mattress was hard to make, and your ma never got the free time or materials again.

Up until this week, that was the scariest day of your life. Just before the peacekeepers kicked in your door, your mother had grabbed the two of you and shoved you into an opening under the floorboards- a crawlspace made from a faulty foundation. You were in there for what felt like hours, listening to shouting and your home being ruined as you held onto each other with a hand pressed over your brother's mouth to keep him from crying too loud. Your mother's cries that day never seemed to end.

"It's a small world." You say after a solid few moments of silence, and Coryo can see it in the way you're staring at his paper that you're not reading it. You're zoned out completely. "I'm sorry that happened to you. It must have been scary."

"The war was hard on all of us." He responds. "What... what do you remember?" He had never heard anything about it besides the bare bones of what happened, he had never considered that the people of Twelve would remember it as well. And judging by the look on your face, it wasn't a good memory.

"I was about six, maybe seven, and I was playing with my brother, and I didn't hear anything but my ma must have because she grabbed us and hid us under the floorboards so fast I could have got whiplash. Peacekeepers came into our home, tore the whole thing to shreds, hurt my ma, then took off. Onto the next house. I didn't find out until a while later that rebels killed the peacekeeper general, they were looking for any evidence of conspiracy, I guess. The people who did it."

"Sounds like it was scarier for you than for me."

"But I want you to know," You speak so quickly you almost cut him off. "My parents had nothing to do with it. My pa is an honest, good man. All he ever wanted was to keep us safe. We're not rebels, I promise you that."

Coriolanus almost wishes you were, so he wouldn't be so hurt by what his people were putting you through. "I know. I wouldn't blame you for that."

"Thank you." You whisper, picking at your nails now as you look down at your shaky hands.

Coryo clears his throat, forcing himself to look away from you. "Uh..." He chuckles at the next question, making you look up at him again. "Are you married?"

"No." You reply, having almost completely forgotten about the worksheet in front of him. "I'm not."

"It's just... I just, I have to ask." He says, clearing his throat as he writes it down.

"Of course." You nod in understanding.

"Boyfriend?" He asks, and as you squint at the sheet you can see it's not there, and he quickly covers the next lines with his palm, cheeks flushing pink.

"Yes." You giggle as he snaps his head up to look at you.

"You do?" He asks, voice catching as his curls fall back onto his forehead from the sudden movement.

"Yes, what is so wrong in that?" You raise an eyebrow at him, trying not to laugh.

"No, no, I mean, of course you do, you're beautiful, I just, you never mentioned-"

"Relax, Coriolanus. I'm kidding." You smile at the panic in his tone. "No, I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh, right. Thanks, it's just for, yeah..." He mumbles, pretending to write something down behind his cupped hand so you couldn't see.

You shake your head at him while he's not paying attention, smiling to yourself.

"So, uh, do you have a job?"

"Not formally, but my ma is a seamstress. I help her lots with that. Fixing people's work clothes, stuff like that." You answer, getting back on topic.

"Did you make your dress?" He asks.

"Now I know that question's not on that form of yours." You laugh. "But yes, my ma made it for me when I was five. It's been my favourite ever since."

He looked the parts of it over that he could see above the table. It was well worn down, but well cared for. Similar to a lot of his own clothing.

"It used to be this big, flowing thing. Too big for a five year old- I would step on the bottom of it, just tore it right up." You recall. "So we trimmed the bottom, and as I grew, it grew right with me. I stitched up the bottom when I was old enough to enter the reaping, so now it's got shorts instead. But I still love it, lots of good memories held in the pockets of this old thing."

Shorts instead. So it's easier to run in. The thought haunts Coryo for a moment. The idea that you, at twelve years old, decided this is what you would want to run in, to die in, and took the liberty of sewing up the crotch in it yourself. Every stitch possibly sealing your fate.

"It's nice. I like it." He responds.

"Thank you." You smile, nodding proudly to yourself as you look down at the fabric. "It's real comfy, too."

"It looks it. Not very... restricting." He chooses his words wisely. No wonder you had kept it so many years. It still fit, so why not? Especially when it looked so good on you. The typically plain, neutral tone of the fabric complimented your skin tone so well. Even in bad lighting, it seemed as though you were glowing where the cloth met your skin. Glowing everywhere, now that he thought about it. Maybe you just lit up every room you walked into. Maybe it wasn't the clothing that was made just for you and hugged your form so flawlessly, maybe it was just you.

"Yes, it is not." You agree. "Now, our time is limited. Next question." You interrupt his thoughts, gesturing to the sheet of paper in between you.

"Yes, sorry." Coryo chuckles, shaking the distraction from his head. "Any hobbies?

"Reading."

"I did know that." He smiles to himself. "Anything else?"

"Well..." You think about it for a moment, chewing your lip. "I have a cat, and I like to play with him and take care of him, does that count?"

"I'll count it." He nods, quickly jotting it down. "What's your cat's name?" He asks, purely out of curiosity.

"Tybalt." You giggle.

"Tybalt?" Coryo tilts his head at you and you nod, bottom lip drawn between your teeth.

He nods slightly, prompting you to explain. "He's named after a character from Romeo and Juliet."

"That's your favourite, I remember."

"Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives." You quote. "Mercutio calls Tybalt the king of the cats, so I named him after that."

"That's clever. Very funny."

"Thank you. I thought so." You smile proudly, watching him write down your cats name in his notes. "What is this for, if I can ask?"

"Uh, there's going to be an interview you'll have to do the night before the games. It'll be aired live on Capitol television, and people will be able to send in donations so I can send you things in the arena. Just like I told you." Coryo explains.

"An interview?" You ask. "What does that entail?"

"Well, I'm not sure yet." He answers honestly. "But we'll pass this sheet onto the host, Lucky, if you remember him, and he can ask you questions about your family, your life, any of this stuff. I think really whatever we want, though, so if there's anything in particular you want to say or talk about I can write that down for you."

"Oh, I'm really not sure." You reply. "Nothing in particular, but if you need me to talk I can talk about books for hours on end." You smile.

"Could you do a monologue?" He suggests. He had discussed this with Tigris before, and he was hoping you would, but knowing you, you would be dropping quotes in your interview anyway so you might as well commit to it and display how smart you are with something well-planned.

"Maybe, if you could find me a copy of Romeo and Juliet." You smile. "I think I know it, but it would be nice to have a refresher. Just to make sure I get it right. Would be awfully embarrassing if I made a mistake."

Coryo nods, quickly writing that down in the margins of the page. Considering he had never even heard of this book, it may be hard, but he would certainly try for you. "That would be great. Your goodbye was very moving, although quite confusing for most, but it had people talking about you and that's what we want."

"Okay. I'll practice."

"Thank you." Coryo smiles. "And I just have one more question on here to fill out... Do you have any special skills that you think will be helpful in the games?"

Your smile fades slightly and you just shake your head.

"That's okay. We'll figure it out."

That night, Coryo came to see you again. You were curled up with his blanket, draped half over yourself and half over Jessup as he lay next to you. It was a small blanket, obviously meant for a child, but it helped anyway. Maybe it was just a placebo, but for you, that was more than enough.

As you got up, hearing him call your name in a familiar tone, you draped the blanket more fully over Jessup before making your way over to the bars of the enclosure. "Good evening, Coryo. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I brought you some things." He whispers, digging in his bag.

"How kind." You smile, watching as he pulls things out, handing you a napkin with some bread wrapped inside and tucking whatever else he brought under his arm to give to you after you've eaten. "Can you sit for a few minutes?"

"Of course." He nods, sitting down with you as you cross your legs and unfold the fabric carefully as not to drop what's inside. "I was hoping to talk to you anyway."

"Let's talk; it is not day." You smile, leaning toward him more.

"Should I be asking what that's from?" He jokes, but is surprised when you shrug.

"You could, but I wouldn't want to bore you." You giggle, shaking your head. "Take a guess, though. I believe you'd know it."

He smiles, watching as you take a bite out of the bread. "Romeo and Juliet?"

"Yes." You nod in confirmation, covering your mouth while you speak. "You're a real fan, now, aren't you?"

"I guess so." He chuckles. "The fact that I've never read it is unimportant."

"Completely irrelevant." You agree with a quiet laugh. His smile fades as his eyes land on something behind you, and you turn to follow his gaze over your shoulder. "What are you looking at?" You whisper, looking back at him again.

"Are you sharing everything I bring you with Jessup?" He asks, voice stern as his brow furrows at the question.

"I try to." You nod, taking another bite. "He's not well. I think something bit him the first night we were here."

"You can't." Coryo insists. Of course, he wants you to win, and you handing over every bit of sustenance or help you receive is only lessening your odds. Making Jessup stronger and you only weaker. "I know you're a good person, but once you get in that arena you won't have any friends. Not even him." Coryo explains, strategically skipping over the part where it makes him ill to see you sleeping with your head on the boy's shoulder and sharing the blanket that he gifted to you.

"Oh..." You say, so quietly he can hardly hear. "But-"

"Y/N." He cuts you off, a serious look on his face. "If you keep feeding him, keep helping him, and it comes down to you and him in the end, who do you think will win in that fight? If you had all the same nutrients and sleep, who do you think will win?"

"I- well..." You stutter, looking back at your friend. "It won't come to that. I think we both know that."

"We have to assume it will." He pleads, eyes now locked on yours. "Don't make it easier for him."

"Coryo, he's got a family, siblings, his ma to get home to. They need him." You protest, leaning closer so no one else could properly hear.

"So do you." He reminds you. The look of guilt that crosses your face indicates to him that even though you had your own family, something about Jessup makes you willing to give that up for him to get home. "What about Tybalt? He'll never know what happened to his own mother. Or your brother losing his sister. Y/N, please..."

Your eyes widen at the mention of your cat and your brother in particular. Clearly, Coryo is so desperate for you to listen that he's pulling strings he shouldn't. To make you hurt. To make you pay attention.

Tears fill your eyes as you speak. "I know." Your voice cracks, and the pit in Coryo's stomach tells him he's gone too far. "I'm sorry, I just- I don't want to be afraid anymore. It's selfish of me, I know, but I won't last long and I know that so I just want to get it over with." You cry quietly, reaching up to wipe your eyes on your wrist. You hadn't been so candid with him before, he almost doesn't recognize you without a smile on your face.

"Hey, no, don't be sorry. It's not selfish." He whispers, without hesitation reaching through the bars and resting his hand on your knee. Your skin is cold to the touch, even for him after he had just walked all the way here in the same air. "But it'll be over soon, and I'll get you home. I'll do everything I can."

You sniff and nod, hesitating before placing your hand over his. "I promise I'll do my best in the interview. I want you to win your prize."

Coryo's mouth gets dry at the insinuation. You didn't think you could win, you won't even consider it even with all the encouragement he tries to feed you every day, but you want him to win. "That's not important." He says, shocking himself with the sentiment. The Plinth Prize is his only hope at a viable future, at saving his family. But right now, he doesn't even care.

You don't respond right away, just sliding your hand under his to hold it. His skin on yours feels warm, comforting, the same way it did when he held it when you were first dumped in the zoo. You don't know if it's more comforting to you or him.

"I'm sorry to cry at you, I just sometimes realize what's going to happen to me and spiral over the possibilities and no matter how hard I try to accept it..." You shake your head, looking down at your hands. "I'm still fearful." Your voice drops below a whisper.

"Then don't accept it." Coryo grasps your hand tighter, leaning closer to you and looking at you through the bars. "Fight. Try to win."

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Ultimatum (Rosalie Hale x Male Vamp. Reader)

This has been brewing in my draft section for far too long. I believe it's time this work saw the light of day.

Summary: M/n Swan, now Cullen, doesn't care if he is breaking his wife's heart, but watching how his sister is dying with Rosalie encouraging it makes m/n rethink their whole marriage. He'll be damned if he stays silent and becomes an accomplice to this murder.

M/n sighed once again as his sister's coughing interrupted what would've otherwise been a tranquil day. He was upstairs in his bedroom, staring out into the forest, attempting to forget Bella's deteriorating state.

When she and Edward returned from their honeymoon, m/n immediately knew something was wrong; he could sense the tension between the newlyweds even before they stepped into the house, not to mention his wife, Rosalie, immediately rushing to Bella's side.

While Rosalie hadn't made her distaste towards his sister unknown, watching as she catered to Bella's every need was bizarre. Yet everything made sense when she announced her pregnancy.

Everyone, except Bella and Rosalie, wanted to kill the thing. It had already broken several ribs, and no ultrasound could predict the pace at which it was growing. Hell, Bella already looked dead: dark circles under her eyes, bones poking through almost translucent skin, and no appetite. M/n couldn't bear to watch as his once lively sister became nothing but a corpse.

A part of him hated Edward for putting this death sentence upon Bella. Didn't the telepath think once of using protection, even if the chances of pregnancy were slim to none? And then there was his wife. 

M/n wasn't dumb. He knew Rosalie only stuck by his sister's side to ensure the baby would be hers. Bella's chances of surviving childbirth were non-existent, and with how everyone would treat the thing, Rosalie was prepared to become its mother. M/n shivered in disgust at the idea of living alongside his sister's murderer. Worst of all, acting as another paternal figure to the thing that ripped their own family apart.

"Shut it, dog!" Rosalie's scream caused m/n to run to the living room. The family was divided, as usual, with Bella acting as the middle ground.

"Rosalie, stop." Esme exclaimed with a stern expression. "All this fighting isn't good for Bella."

"The fetus isn't good for Bella," Alice spoke, glaring daggers at Rosalie before looking at Bella. His sister looked down at her lap, yet m/n didn't take a step to comfort her. This argument was long overdue.

"Say the word, Alice. Baby. It's just a little baby—"

"That's killing my little sister." M/n spoke from his position on the stairs, his gaze filled with venom as he looked at Bella. She looked worse than when he last saw her yesterday.

"You can't be serious." Rosalie whispered in disbelief. "It's a child—"

"You don't know that."

"M/n." Bella whispered, but her brother shook his head.

"No. I'm done watching you and Rosalie act like this will turn out okay. It won't. Either you miraculously survive or die. Those are our only two endings, with the latter being greater as of late."

Silence befell the room as m/n looked to Rosalie for a sign of awareness. Yet his wife only looked at him with disappointment and anger. "It's my decision." Bella finally uttered, looking at all the Cullens in the room and Jacob.

"Nobody will force me into giving up my child." Rosalie went to stand behind Bella, laying a hand on her shoulder in silent support as the rest of the family looked on in resignation.

"So what was the whole point of you marrying Edward?" M/n sought, not giving up easily. He desperately wanted Bella to see reason. "Sacrificing myself to save you when Victoria created the newborn army? Why go through hell and back only to throw it all away for this? Please, Bella," he whispered almost like a prayer. "There's still time."

Walking over to his sister, ignoring Rosalie's burning stare, m/n dropped to his knees and hugged Bella tenderly.

Feeling thin fingers run through his hair, m/n only grew disheartened when Bella whispered, "I can't do it, M/n. I just can't. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if my baby's life was cut short."

Lifting his head, m/n looked into his sister's determined eyes before nodding and rising to his feet. The room remained silent, the weight of the decision hanging heavily in the air. And while the Cullens believed m/n had changed perspectives, that he would support Bella's decision, the words coming out of the youngest coven member stunned them.

"Then I guess this is a goodbye."

"M/n?" Alice asked, her eyes reflecting confusion and concern. However, it was Rosalie who answered her.

"You're going to leave Bella's side over this? Leave me, your wife?! You can't be serious..." Rosalie trailed off, her hurt expression deepening.

"Rose, you know I love you, but seeing you aid Bella's death hurts me. You've made your choice. This is mine." 

Rosalie's gaze hardened, a defensive spark igniting in her eyes. "You can't blame me for this, m/n. I didn't ask for any of this to happen. I'm supporting Bella when everyone's against her. The baby is innocent and I won't apologize for wanting to protect it."

"Protect it?" M/n scoffed, his disbelief evident in his tone. "This isn't about protecting anyone; it's more about your own selfish desires than anything else. If Bella dies, consider me dead too. I can't live, much less love, the person who played a part in her demise." 

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🎸!Rockstar!🎸pt.2

Pairing: Charles Leclerc X Rockstar Cherrie!

Word count: 10k

Summary: in which it’s been a year. They’re in love, he’s still a fan. And it’s time to meet her crazy family.

It was safe to say that Charles had never felt as terrified and nervous as he did then, as a passenger princess , while his Rockstar girlfriend raced down the open roads that led to her family's home in Spain.

Feeling his heart threaten to climb out of his mouth with each bumpy rock on the road that Cherrie carelessly sped over , getting further and further away from civilisation . It had been nearly five minutes now since he had last seen any other sign of life, no shops, no tourists , just endless trees and desert like land in front of him.

Charles wanted to be sick. Pressing his trembling hand over his mouth as he tried to remind himself that meeting the parents and the family were a normal step in a growing relationship. A step that , if he was being honest with himself , should have been taken a while ago now.

It was safe to say that he might have been putting off meeting them because of the simple fact that from what he had heard from Cherrie and everybody else around her, including her ex boyfriend and baby daddy, that they were crazy.

And not the fun in the sun , drinking bubbly and laughing over the campfire type of crazy. But the kind of crAzy where her father was a ex fighter . One of her brothers was in jail for attempted murder (which Cherrie swore vehemently that he was innocent about!). And her other brother had only just gotten out of jail about three months ago now, and the youngest brother was also a lawyer. Hence how he was now out of jail and how the other one only had a short sentence instead of full term.

Even her mother terrified him too. He had heard his girlfriend and her mother on the phone multiple times , and the two of them together were... deafening. The type of loud that made everybody within a five metre distance wince from their volume, a rapid mix of Spanish and blended up English as they gossiped each night for all to hear.

It was... a lot. he simply just wasn't used to it. He was used to polite smiles, calm and respectful conversations over lunch. Gentle hugs from family members , none of which had ever  had a criminal record either.

So this chaos that Cherrie brought along with her, was a little overwhelming for him. But he loved her, so deeply and so unfading that he knew in his heart that she was the one for him. She was the woman that he was going to someday marry and start a family with. The love of his life.

So he had to officially meet her family before they all came knocking at their door with suitcases instead.

Luckily for him Cherrie loved him enough to shorten her family down for their visit . So that he was only going to meet her close and immediate family first instead . Not the hundreds of cousins and anties and uncles that she had. She was saving that for another time so that Charles could actually have a chance of getting out of there alive and still loving her.

And she loved him , really she did, so she didn't want him to be too scared. She wanted him to love her crazy family as much as she did because they were going to become his family too soon. But despite her constant reassurance that they were going to love him and that he had nothing to worry about . It didn't seem to help his nerves at all.

She glanced over at her boyfriend in the passenger seat of the car and winced a little to herself in pity, as she took in his pale and clammy face alongside the way he was white knuckling the door handle as she sped down the bumpy roads as though she was rally racing .

She eased up a little on the gas and straightened the car after she had accidentally on purpose drifted them around a tight corner , her four year old daughter giggling gleefully as she threw her little hands into the air in excitement , strapped securely in her car seat in the back of the car. Having the time of her life, so excited to see her family again.

Meanwhile Charles let out a small shriek of fear as his body slammed against the door from her abrupt steering , his head snapping over to his giggling girlfriend with a concerned frown .

"Slow down Cherrie! I'm going to be sick If you keep doing this!" He complained, gagging for effect so that she would realise how serious he was being.

She just rolled her eyes at him playfully , little Star even pulling a face at him when he peered into the backseats to make sure that she was okay. Being faced with a judgemental up and down glance from the four year old who shook her little head at him with a mean little smirk.

"Scaredy cat." She mocked him, giggling like the menace that she was as she kicked the back of his seat as well. Enjoying his suffering.

Just like her mother. Charles sighed loudly. Both of them loved to torture him. It was clear now.

"I'm not scared." He quickly denied, frowning back at miss sassy pants back there. The two of them having grown a close bond with each other over the last year of him and Cherrie being together.

He loved Star just as much as he would love his own kid. They were a package deal and he loved them both endlessly. Even when they both had bad attitudes and found humour in taking the piss out of him constantly . He still wouldn't change a single thing about them.

Better bitchy than boring , he supposed. There was never a dull day with them.

"I just want to get their safely before cherries brothers and father un-Alives me." He muttered in a grumble .

Clinging to his seatbelt tightly , shooting his girlfriend another sharp look when she pressed on the gas again and nearly sent them into a bush around the corner .

"Cherrie! My love! Please!" He yelped scared .

She just snickered, picking up his trembling hand and bringing it up to her lips. Gently kissing his knuckles to calm him down.

She smiled briefly over at him before focusing back onto the road in front of her. "They're not going to kill you! I've already talked to them! They know all about you and they know that you're a good guy. Not like all the other men." She told him absentmindedly .

"-plus you've already talked to mi mamá before! You like her don't you?" She reminded him with a amused grin.

Charles just groaned stressfully . Thinking back to all the times before that her mother had ambushed him over the phone.

He had almost shit himself the very first time that she had called him during the middle of the night, it was morning for her family , and Rosa's voice had been loud and to the point in his ear as she shouted worriedly down the phone "have you and Cherrie eaten? Do not forget to take you're vitamins and to drink plenty today! I have checked weather app and it has told me that it's very hot for you. Do you hear me?!" While he tried not to have a heartattack .

This being the first time that they had ever spoken and already she was yelling at him during the middle of the night after waking him up.

He had shaken Cherrie awake in a panic, hair sticking up at every angle as she reassured him that was a normal thing in her family . The shouting, the overbearing concern and random calls in the middle of the night were just apart of them and that he needed to get used to it if he loved her and star and wanted to stay in her life.

Before casually kissing his cheek and rolling away from him , going back to sleep peacefully while he had just sat there in disbelief, looking down at his phone in the dark as he wondered how the hell her mother had even gotten his number in the first place .

"I do but-still- she shouts at me a lot Cherrie. Are you sure that she likes me? Because sometimes it doesn't sound like it." He looked at her worriedly , the over thinker out of the two of them.

Cherrie simply didn't give a shit and neither did Star either . So Charles had to do all the worrying and stressing for all three of them. It was only right.

Cherrie just laughed and patted his knee comfortingly . "She loves you! If she didn't like you- she wouldn't even speak to you . never mind call you to make sure that you've eaten Charles! And her shouting isn't bad. She's just enthusiastic and expressive . All my family are!" She explained to him patiently. Giving him a pretty smile that momentarily stunned him enough to calm his panic for a moment.

Well. Until the four year old in the backseat open her big mouth up again.

"mi abuela likes you Charlie. mi abuelo is the one that usually doesn't like mammas boyfriends." She told him matter of factly . Grinning mischievously at him. Enjoying his panic like the evil little child that she was.

Charles swallowed audibly , letting out a shaky breath. "And what does he do if he doesn't like them?" He dared to ask. Looking at his girlfriend with worry.

Cherrie awkwardly cleared her throat , glancing away from him with a slight grimace as she muttered quietly . "I wouldn't worry about that mi amor.. he's going to like you . So nothing will happen to you." It didn't help calm him down at all.

He looked at her with wide eyes , heart pounding in his chest as he gasped loudly "so something did happen before, yes? Oh my god!" He whined fearfully . Covering his face with his hands stressfully.

Star giggled loudly and exclaimed happily "don't worry Charlie. Mami won't let them hurt you! You're too pretty!" Grinning toothily at him as though that would help.

Cherrie nodded along in agreement . Kissing his knuckles again while he continued to mumble panic in French beside her. Not having a single clue to what he was saying, she didn't  pay it any mind. Just enjoying the sound of him speaking French anyways . Even if it was swears and mumbled worry's that he was spewing .

"Exactly! You're forgetting that I'm just like them! They hurt you. I hurt them. Badly." She said it matter of factly. So casually that it made him glance back over to her in surprise.

Oddly turned on by her authoritative and stern voice , her accent even thicker as she threatened anybody's life that would hurt him or upset him. And Charles started to calm down knowing that she wasn't joking either.

She was scarily protective of him and the last time that some poor idiot had insulted him at a bar they were at, Cherrie had knocked the man out with just one punch before loudly threatening his life to his shocked friends standing fearfully by. Charles had just been holding her free hand behind her back silently . Watching his girlfriend knock a guy out for him with a gaping mouth and tented pants .

It was the hottest thing that he had ever witnessed and he had barely been able to wait until they were back home before he was tearing off her dress and throwing her down onto their bed in a frantic desperation , kissing her passionately while she just giggled beneath him in amusement.

His girlfriend was terrifying when she wanted to be and he loved it. Because he knew that he was safe as could possibly be as long as she was around. She was his love, his protector . He didn't need a bodyguard when she was by his side. He had seen her fight men twice her size without any hesitation . She had his back.

So he let himself relax a little and gave her a small smile . Sighing blissfully as he leant over to kiss the side of her head affectionately . So in love that it made him dizzy.

"I love you. So much." He muttered to her , completely gone for her. Unable to take his eyes off her as he watched the golden sun shine through the windows and highlight her frame perfectly.

He quickly pulled out his phone to take some candid photos of her, grinning as he leant back in his seat to get a better angle. Smiling to himself in amazement, unable to believe that the most beautiful woman in the world was all his.

Her face softened, bottom lip pouting out a little at how loving he always was towards her. Even when he was pissing his pants about meeting her family. He still found the time to tell her that he loved her.

Charles couldn't resist, leaning over to quickly kiss her pouting bottom lip . "Love you too bebé." She whispered to him with a soft smile. A start contrast to her usual unbothered glare that she wore.

She could be soft. But only for him.

Stars loud huff got their attention and Charles leaned back into his seat again, glancing behind them to see the four year old scowling at them unhappily, clearly jealous of not being on the receiving end of their affections as well.

"Well?" She impatiently huffed, looking between the two of them grumpily.

Her little hands clenching a princess doll In her fingers that Charles had bought her that morning to keep her occupied and behaving on the long drive there.

Luckily she had slept soundlessly on his shoulder on the plane journey to Spain, and Cherrie was only left to comfort one nervous man child each time they hit some turbulence instead .

"Well what?" Charles grinned at her amusedly , reaching between the gap of their seats to fix one of her socks that had rolled down over her shoe.

Cherrie had been too busy running around and making sure that they had everything for that flight that morning to make her daughter presentable, so Charles had the honour of dressing her this time.

He was quite proud of the bright rainbow coloured cotton shorts and over sized matching shirt that she was wearing . Along with some bright blue little boots too. He had managed to wrangle her messy hair into two large pigtails , two red bows holding them together cutely.

He thought that she looked adorable , quickly taking a picture of her pouty face too. Grinning to himself at the eerily similar glare that Star and Cherrie had whenever they were both unimpressed with him.

She copied her mother's scowl and exclaimed loudly "my 'love yous please!" Crossing her tiny arms over her chest as well for added drama.

Charles just laughed and lifted her tiny hand to his mouth , kissing her knuckles like her mother had done for him. Watching the way the four year old immediately dropped her pout and starting giggling instead, cheeks going red as she beamed back after him happily again.

"Yes. I love you as well miss Sassy pants." He told her affectionately . Giving her pigtails a gentle tug before pulling away. "You and mommy both."

Cherrie hid her lovesick smile behind her own curls , trying not to squeal like a fool at the gooey way he made her feel. It was sickening really . She was supposed to be a bad bitch. But Charles had her weak for him, he really did.

After a few minutes of driving they finally pulled up to her parents place that she had bought them , the large house proudly stood in the middle of no where with land for miles ahead.

"We're here." She announced happily. Star immediately cheering with excitement. Charles immediately paling again.

"You ready mi amor?" She questioned her nervous boyfriend in amusement as she turned off the car and got out. Charles quickly following .

He sighed nervously as he opened the backseat door and unbuckled Star from her car seat carefully , helping the four year old down.

He was surprised when she didn't immediately bolt off like she usually did. Instead this time she placed her small hand in his and stayed by his side, looking up at him with a toothy grin .

"You'll be okay Charlie." She whispered to him encouragingly . Reminding him of what a sweet girl she really was underneath all that sarcasm and sass.

He squeezed her hand gently in return, heart racing as they slowly trailed behind Cherrie to the front door. But he still couldn't find the Courage to agree with her words just yet.

Before he could make a desperate plea to his girlfriend and make her promise him again that he would be one hundred percent safe with her family, the front door swung wide open with a bang nearly making him jump out of his own skin.

"¡Mi bebé! Look at you! Have you lost weight? You're looking too skinny! Why are your cheekbones so sharp? Is this boy not feeding you well? I call him, plenty!" Her mother loud voice immediately started fretting over her daughter as she pinched her cheeks and looked her body over in concern.

Charles smiled a little to himself as he looked at the woman in front of him. Seeing where Cherrie had gotten her beauty from now.

Her mother, Rosa , was a small woman, even smaller than Lando was, which was saying something. But she had the biggest personality to make up for it . With beautiful long, black hair and soulful eyes just like his girlfriends . She was a forced to be reckoned with. Wearing a long flower dress with an apron wrapped around her waist from where she had been cooking before spotting them pulling up at their home, having sprinted straight out to see them as fast as she could.

Cherrie laughed softly as her mother cupped her face lovingly , kissing all over her face as she worried over her, feeling herself fully relax now that she was in the arms of the ones that she loved the most. There really was no place like home

"I am well mamá! And I eat very good. Charles has been trying out all of those recipes that you sent him. He's been trying his best." She told her mother proudly as she motioned over to her nervous boyfriend with a simple nod of her head, laughing at the way he immediately looked like a deer in headlights as another voice joined the conversation.

Her father walked out of the door and and smiled at them all . And Cherrie supposed that she could see why people were so scared of him. He was a big guy. Both in height and muscle. Her papa hasn't put down the weight lifts since the very first day he could lift them. He was a very strong man and it showed.

Her friends liked to joke that her father was like a Spanish the 'Rock'. Bald head, muscles, tattoos and all. He really did look like him.

Charles had to bend his neck back to meet his eyes, swallowing silently at the sight of him. He tried to take in a deep breath as he felt Star squeeze his hand again gently. The four year old no doubt feeling that he needed the support. Despite the little amused grin on her chubby face as she felt his palm turn sweaty in her hand.

"I should hope he has! You don't need a man that won't cook for you. You are the rockstar in your household. He should be doing the cooking and the cleaning." Her dad stated seriously before looking over at a nervous Charles with a stern eye, assessing the man closely in front of him.

He only wanted what was best for his only daughter , she was his princess after all.

"You speak any Spanish?" He asked the driver curiously . Big arms crossed over his even bigger chest as he stared poor Charles down.

He let out a anxious chuckle, shaking his head a little as he looked up at her father with a nervous smile tugging at his lips. Feeling like he might pass out.

If he had thought that Leon. Her ex boyfriend was big. He was tiny in comparison to her father. Charles wondered what the hell they were drinking out here to be so big. And where the hell could he get himself a glass?

"I'm trying to learn. Although I have picked up a lot of words from your daughter. Some that aren't really repeatable." He chuckled, looking over at Cherrie fondly .

Loving when they were at home and he could listen in to her talking to her friends over the phone. She swore like a sailor and Charles was certain that he could now tell someone how to get fucked, be fucked, fuck off, fuck you and you're fucking kidding?! In Spanish perfectly.

His girlfriend has a mouth on her and he loved it. It balanced out his calm and polite behaviour perfectly. He finally had found someone that would call back a waiter to their table if they gave him the wrong food without any hesitation .

Cherrie very clearly wore the pants in their relationship and Charles would never complain about that. It meant that he always felt safe by her side knowing that she always had his back. She was tough as shit. But soft for him in all the right moments.

She really was the love of his life. Charles was certain that she had been made just for him. She was perfect in his eyes. And could do absolutely no wrong.

Her father, Sergio, laughed loudly at his words. Nodding his head with a wide smirk on his face "yes, that sounds like my daughter! Charles is it?" He gave him his hand to shake, getting good vibes from the race driver in front of him.

He was just pleased that his daughter hadn't brought home another one of her steroid taking, pig headed, dumber than fuck boyfriends that she used to have. It was a well accepted change to have his little rockstar bring home a man like Charles instead. It gave him great hope for her future happiness now.

Charles reached out and shook his hand firmly , trying not to wince at how strong Sergio was as he squeezed his hand and gave it a hard shake, eyes never leaving his, clearly testing him.

Charles just smiled Nervously and said "yes. That's me. It's nice to meet you. Cherrie talks very highly of you." He quickly let go of his death grip hand and held little stars hand again instead.

The four year old just glancing up at him judgementally when she felt his trembling fingers in her tiny hand, shaking her head at him with a pitiful sigh .

Her father grinned, pleased as he turned to his daughter to give her a hug. Holding her tightly to his chest as he kissed the top of her head affectionately.

"And I her! My precious daughter finally home! And with a new man too! I didn't believe your mother at first when she told me!" He exclaimed honestly , looking immensely proud of her.

Cherrie giggled at her fathers words, kissing his cheeks before pulling away and watching as her mother made her way over to Charles and quickly brought him into a warm hug as well.

Charles froze as her mother started patting his face gently , turning his head this way and that way so that she could get a better look at him.

She frowned in concern "very small! Maybe I was worried about the wrong one. Does she not feed you Charles? You need a good meal! You're very lucky, I cook feast today for us! This is a special day for this family!" She exclaimed as she started to drag charles into the house quickly to feed him up.

Cherrie laughed loudly at the panicked look that her boyfriend shot her over his shoulder , too scared to make a noise in fear of upsetting anyone.

"And there's my other baby! My beautiful star all grown up! Soon you'll be a woman! My god!" Her father gushed as he picked up star and threw her over his shoulder . The four year old giggling loudly as he spun her around and around happily.

"I'm gonna be five soon abuelo! Charlie said that he'll take me to Disneyland!" She told him excitedly as she cling to her grandpa firmly. Like a little koala around him as she hugged his neck , the three of them trailing slowly into the house.

Sergio looked at his daughter with a raise of his brow, looking pleased with what he was hearing. Usually none of her other boyfriends had ever took a interest in star. The four year old had a habit of scaring away the guys that she didn't like, so it was a pleasant surprise to hear the usually stone cold child gush about Charles like this.

"Oh really. You like him little one?" He asked her curiously as he brought Cherrie underneath his free arm to side hug her as well. His heart feeling full now that his family was back together again.

Star nodded her head rapidly "yes. He's a bit of a scaredy cat but he's really nice! He really loves mommy. I always hear him tell her how beautiful she is." She told her grandpa matter of factly "he's very lucky . Because mommy is beautiful and could have any man in the world." She stated. Like The number one fan of her mother that she was.

Cherrie laughed fondly and kissed her chubby cheek, while cherries father's face softened . Looking down at Cherrie with a soft smile "a good boy ah? He treats you well? You love him?" He wanted to know. Ready to kill him if he heard otherwise.

Cherrie sighed quietly, glancing over to the kitchen just as she heard heavy feet running down from upstairs with some familiar bickering accompanying them. Her brothers shoving past each other in hopes of being the first one to see charles.

"He does. He brings me and star flowers with our breakfast. He's so sweet papá . Not like the others so please take it easy on him. He's really nervous about today." She told him quietly , heart so full of love for her man.

Just like that Sergio decided that he liked Charles. He bought not only Cherrie flowers but her daughter to? It showed him just what kind of man he was. A good one. Her father was so happy to hear this, all he had ever wanted for his daughter and granddaughter , was their happiness . And he had never seen them look so happy .

"I will not hurt him. Do not worry. Any man that loves you and treats you with the respect that you and star deserve are welcomed in our family." He assured her firmly . Knowing that the men in their family didn't exactly have a good track record of being nice to the boyfriends in the past.

Cherrie just hugged him again, so happy. She then kissed the top of Charles head softly as she walked past him to get to the garden, immediately opening the doors so that star could run out to play like she knew she wanted to.

Charles smiled to himself at her soft actions before getting up to help her mother prepare the stew , Rosa passing him some carrots to chop up as he got into it quickly . Only to almost jump out of his skin as two large bodies slid in either side of him, along with two equally as loud voices greeting him.

"This is him? The man that has turned our sister into a lovesick puppy?" Diego , the youngest of brothers exclaimed in shock as he looked Charles up and down in amazement . Having not expected him to look like he did at all.

His sister usually Brought home men that looked like wrestlers or like they were apart of some gang. Not guys like Charles.

The oldest brother, Hugo, also looked surprised as he laughed loudly . "You have got to be the smallest boyfriend so far! But I have seen you on tv! You drive a car in circles for a living, no?" Nudging his shoulder like they were the best of friends .

Charles couldn't help but be a little envious of the insane amount of self confidence and the inability to have a vocal filter that her whole family had. It was nicely refreshing to not have people too afraid to joke about with him in fear of upsetting him, but it was also a little intimidating too. He just wasn't used to this at all.

He laughed a little at hugos description of his job, grinning in amusement at him. "That's me. I drive for Ferrari in f1." He confirmed for him politely.

Her mother gasped , leaning over the counter to frown at him worriedly . "Very dangerous! Are you safe? I heard very bad things!" She fretted.

Charles smiled at her gently , his chest warming at her immediate concern for his safety despite having only just met him. It was nice.

"As safe as could be. Maybe not so much a decade ago but the cars are better now when it comes to crashes. We have amazing engineers for that to thank." He answered her while Putting the now chopped carrots into the pot .

Her brothers exchanged a look before Hugo spoke up again. "We're cherries brothers. I'm Hugo and this is Diego." He introduced them nicely "we do have another brother but he's in the army!"

Her father walked into the kitchen and scoffed in amusement at their lie. "Pedro is not in the army Charles. They obviously want their tongues to fall out with all their lying." He smacked the back of his sons heads in scorn.

"He is in prison for attempted murder because apparently they can't do anything right. Even Diego here! Only attempted. No killers in this family Charles! We are good people!" He clapped a nervous Charles on his back casually as he helped himself to a beer from the fridge. "You want one?" He offended a bottle to Charles.

Charles hesitantly shook his head no . "I can't. I have a race this weekend so no drinking for me. It helps to keep a clear head. Trainers rules." He told him nervously .

Looking warily between the three large men crowding him into the counter, heart beat never slowing down once. Wishing that he had the four year old to hold his hand again in support.

Her father snorted, giving him a judgmental glance. "And you just listen to him? From what I have seen of your season so far. You could do with a good, stiff drink!" He joked.

Cherries mother scolded her husband immediately "he is a good boy! He is doing what he is told. Something that I wish my sons would do!" She gave them a longed , unimpressed glances as she said so.

Diego rolled his eyes with a grin "it was attempted mama! Just a little fight. The police made way too big of a deal about it." He scoffed defensively .

Hugo laughed loudly , smirking in amusement. "A fight that he didn't know he was participating in!"

Her father saw Charles worried look and tried to assure him "do not worry Charles. Hugo is a lawyer. No one in this family is going to jail for long time. Plus we are loved here. Very protected. We keep you safe too now." He promised him. Failing to realise that he wasn't helping his unease at all. Only making it worse.

Charles swallowed , chuckling nervously at the implication that his girlfriends family could kill someone and get away with it. No wonder Cherrie walked around without any fear in the world. She had her own hitmen and bodyguards to protect her.

"Er-thank you?" He didn't know what to say at all. Awkwardly scratching his neck as he looked between the men, absolutely lost to what to do or say.

It was safe to see that these guys were nothing like his friends back home. He had a feeling that even Pierre's confidence would be shaken if he was in his place.

Her mother shook her head with a exasperated sigh, shooing them away from the kitchen . "Stop with the story's! Do not scare the good boy away! This family needs him! Now let me cook in peace!" She ordered them all strictly . Giving Charles a comforting pat on his arm as she nudged him away, taking a instant liking to him. A mother knew best after all.

As the four men settled into the couches in the front room while they waited for dinner to be served , Sergio looked over at his daughters new boyfriend with a small grimace . Having not meant to scare him.

He tried his hand at comforting again , lowering his voice as he casually said "we have endless land. People disappear sometimes. No big deal. Do you have any enemies you want rid of?" Thinking that he was genuinely helping him.

Charles looked at her father with wide eyes, beyond shocked and also a little amused if he was being honest. Leon hasn't been kidding when he told him that her family was a little crazy.

He didn't know whether to be scared for his life or flattered that her family liked him enough to get rid of any 'enemies' that he had for him. He felt a bit of both actually.

"Er-not really. I tend to just stay away from people that I do not like. I'm not a fan of the drama." He answered him carefully. Smiling at him so he knew that he appreciated his attempt at 'helping him' none the less.

Sergio hummed . Nodding his head proudly. "Good answer. " he mused looking at him a little funny "you say that you are racing this weekend?"

Charles nodded. Shifting nervously in seat from having her intimidating fathers full attention on him. "yeah. I am. The track is only a few hours away from here." He told him with a small smile.

Sergio hummed again, side eyeing him. "You take your new family with you, yes?"

Charles looked at him , surprised. "You want to come to my race?" He felt his chest warm , face flushing a little from their interest and how quickly that they had accepted him into their crazy family without any hesitation.

Her father looked at him like he was crazy. "Of course! My daughter is dating a F1 superstar! Of course I want to go! You will get me a cap and shirt to wear?" He said bluntly , taking a gulp of his beer as he waited for Charles to snap out of his shock.

Charles felt like he could cry from happiness. This we going so well, he felt like he was dreaming! He had expected her father to threaten to kill him but instead her father was asking for tickets and his merch to wear!

He grinned happily "of course! I will show you around! I have taken star to a few races and she loves it! I have some photo's .. hold on.." he quickly pulled out his phone to show him his lock screen of himself and Cherrie hugging in his garage, standing beside his Ferrari that star was sat in, grinning toothily with her ferrari cap and shirt on. Having the time of her life pretending to be him.

Charles was too busy grinning down at the photo on his phone to notice the way cherries father's face softened , easily seeing the love that he had for his daughter and Granddaughter. Proudly gushing about them even though Star was not biologically his, he obviously didn't care. He still treated her as if she was his own.

Sergio sighed contently , liking Charles more and more as the minutes went on.

"You love her? I mean, really love her?" He needed to hear those words out of his own mouth to believe them fully.

Charles flushed red, giggling a little like a lovesick idiot as he smiled bashfully down at the picture of his little family on his phone screen. Heart squeezing in his chest. Constantly overwhelmed with the love that he felt for them. Until he met cherrie, he hadn't known that it was possible to love somebody so much.

"I do." He breathed out shyly , glancing over at her unreadable father hesitantly "I love her and I like her very much too. She makes me so incredibly happy. Star as well." He admitted to him quietly.

Sergio nodded his head with a small smile playing on his lips. "I should hope so. I'm glad. Because I was getting so sick of having to scare those nasty bastards away all the time." He sighed loudly in annoyance just thinking about his daughters past taste in men. "There's only so many times a man can hit someone with his car while reversing out of the driveway , before people stop believing that it was an accident." He casually stated to him in exasperation .

Cherries brothers nodded along in agreement , Diego pulling a disgusted face at the reminder of them too. They were all fiercely protective of Cherrie, and while it scared the shit out of Charles, he couldn't help but appreciate the loyalty they had with each other.

"Mmm. The problem was that these big guys weren't scared of her because they knew that they could overpower her with their strength. Toxic assholes. It's like they're too dumb to understand, you fuck over our sister? We make sure that you never have children again. Ya know?" Diego ranted angrily , Hugo nodding along in agreement.

Her father hummed proudly , glancing back at Charles and tilting his head in consideration. Charles just trying not to pass out underneath his intense scrutiny.

Don't throw up. He thought to himself pleadingly , feeling like a spooked deer in the middle of a group of lions.

He made a silent promise to himself to work twice as hard in the gym when they got back home. He had never felt like more of a twig than he did then. Even Cherrie had bigger muscles than he did! It was a little embarrassing .

"That's why I like you Charles!" Sergio finally spoke, cracking a pleased grin over his stern features.

"My baby needs a man that is too fearful to mess it up. Too scared of my daughter to hurt her! You fit the bill perfectly. A nice man, couldn't hurt a fly! She'll take care of the fights while you take care of my baby and make her happy forever ? ¿Sí?" He said firmly , looking at him a little threateningly . Yet another test for him to pass.

Charles felt a little offended , he wasn't going to lie. He wasn't a weakling . He could defend himself, he just chose not to. He had a kick ass terrifying girlfriend to that for him. It was a silent deal between them.

He got rid of the spiders on the walls. He cooked for her, he got her cute little gifts and gave her massages when she was stressed. And she would threaten the life out of anyone that was stupid enough to upset him, ferrari strategists included. With her around, he didn't have to worry because she always had his back.

And if that made him a softy or the whipped one, or the woman of their relationship. Or whatever people liked to assume . Then so be it.

He was in love and he was so happy. He couldn't care less about what anybody else thought. He had the hottest rockstar in the world as his girlfriend.

He won.

"I'll take care of her the best that I can, yes. She would do the same for me." Charles simply replied, getting a pleased grin from her father and brothers in return.

He sighed subtly in relief . Another box checked, they actually liked him! Thank fuck for that!

"You're going to marry my daughter and be happy forever. Keep her happy and she will keep you happy in return. Piss her off and she will piss you off in return also. You understand the pattern?" Her father made sure that he knew. It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

Charles quickly nodded his head, laughing nervously . Heart jumping in his throat at the thought of marrying the woman that he had been in love with and a big fan of for years before they even got to meet. He felt like the luckiest man alive then. Scary family and all.

He still had his kneecaps and his balls, so he would say that meeting her family was going really well so far.

Meanwhile in the kitchen Cherrie was helping her mama set the plates at the table , humming a song underneath her breath as she placed Stars plate beside Charles. Knowing that her four year old daughter would want to sit next to him. She loved Charles and it was clear to see that she looked up to him, despite how cool and sassy she tried to be. Star adored him.

Her mother kept glancing at her , a soft frown on her aging face that didn't go untouched by Cherrie. She let out a sigh and turned to face her in amusement .

"You have something to say?" She knowingly said to her. Smiling at her affectionately.

Rosa just hummed and smirked a little to herself, eyes still flickering around her glowing face and body. Looking like she knew something that nobody else did.

"You really love this boy. I can read it all over you. I've never seen you so smitten before Cherrie." She stated, so happy for her daughter that had been so unlucky in love that they had all worried that she would never settle down. The fear of their only daughter hopping from one asshole to the next had her going grey haired .

Rosa was glad that the awful period of her life was over now. She liked Charles and she could see as plain as day that he was obsessed with Cherrie. It warmed her heart .

Cherrie giggled a little , flustered At how obvious her love was for him. "I do. I'm keeping him forever." She simply said. Grinning as she grabbed a bottle of red wine to go with everyone's. Pouring it into the glasses carefully.

Her mother hummed knowingly "you're glowing. Happiness suits you." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Cherrie let out a slightly nervous laugh . Tucking her unruly hair behind her ear as she mumbled out "yeah-er-thank you. I am happy. Very happy. Charles is.. so different from the other guys before. He's so gentle and soft with me.." she sighed out.

Her mother rose a brow at her with a soft smile "that is a good thing. Maybe a emotional man is what you need to soften you up. I think that you balance eachother out perfectly. The lover and the fighter."

Cherrie groaned a little. Cheeks flushing as she looked over to her grinning mother and sighed worriedly. "I know! I know! I do love how.. empathetic and caring he is but..sometimes In certain situations it not the best thing. He's very.. delicate. Easily freaked out." She muttered, fiddling with her fingers anxiously . Feeling sick.

Her mother just embraced her, hugging her daughter to her chest with a smile. Excitement practically radiating from her despite her best act to remain calm.

"I think that Charles can handle more than you give him credit for. There isn't a single thing that man wouldn't do for you." She told her firmly , kissing the side of her head before pulling away.

Cherrie looked at her mother in defeat "you know?"

Her mother winked "I know." She confirmed .

"How?" Cherrie asked her, amazed.

Rosa just shrugged smugly "a mother knows everything dear. Now call the boys in for dinner before it gets cold!" She instructed her with a smile.

Cherrie did as she said in a daze , wondering what the hell she was going to do and how the hell she was going to tell Charles without him freaking out too much. If her mother already knew then it wouldn't be long before the rest of her crazy family did too.

It was with that stressful thought in mind that she began stuffing her face with the food as soon as they were all sat down at the table. Cherrie beside Charles on his left and star seated beside him on his right.

"You okay?" Charles whispered to her quietly as he gently placed his hand on her soft thigh and squeezed to get her attention. His girlfriend looking like she was mentally a million miles away, chin in hand as she shovelled the food into her mouth carelessly.

Cherries head snapped over to look at him in surprise , laughing a little nervously once she noticed the concerned look he was giving her. "I'm amazing! Why do you ask?" She said around a mouthful of food, not looking him in his eye.

Her father frowned across the table at her in disapproval "do not talk with your mouth full! You're going to choke!" He scolded her lightly , shaking his head at her. "Have a drink to wash it down with!" He told her firmly before resuming his conversation with her mother again.

Cherrie swallowed her food and rolled her eyes to herself. Shaking her head in refusal when Charles offered to pour her a glass of the wine.

"No wine for me tonight." She murmured to him with a small smile, eyes focused on her plate as she tried to eat more slower instead.

She crossed her fingers and hoped that her family and Charles wouldn't make a big deal out of her denying drinks over dinner . Only she didn't have to worry about them.

Her four year old daughter was apparently the one that she should have looked out for. Her daughter immediately frowning over at her, looking alarmed at the sight of her mother turning down free wine. Something that she never did.

She always ate every meal with a glass of wine, no matter where they were or who they were with. It was a necessity for Cherrie. She had even been trying to convert her picky boyfriend into drinking wine with her after Charles claimed to hate it, only drinking champagne instead.

It was no wonder why her four year old daughter looked so shocked at the sight of her mother drinking a glass of water with dinner. Cherrie just wished that she didn't feel the need to vocalise her shock to her entire , very dramatic family .

"Mommy! Are you sick?" Star questioned her loudly getting everyone's attention . Even Charles paused with his own glass halfway to his mouth, frowning at his girlfriend in concern. No idea to what was going on.

"You're sick! You didn't say anything?" Charles worried, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead to feel for her temperature.

Cherrie slapped his hand away with a embarrassed flush on her face. Laughing nervously as she shook her head "no! I'm not sick! Why would you think that i was star?" She said to her daughter in confusion .

Her daughter looked at her like it was obvious "you're not drinking any wine mommy. You always drink wine." She stated like she was the idiot.

Her father looked at her then as well, frowning. "You're too good for our cheap wine now?" He questioned her, offended .

Cherrie quickly shook her head in denial "no! I love it. Just don't fancy it right now!" She flustered.

Diego looked at his sister in shock "you? The alcoholic doesn't fancy wine? You usually refuse to even eat dinner if wine isn't being served with it!" He exclaimed , Hugo nodded in agreement. Both looking worried now.

Cherrie glared at them, heart pounding in her chest. "It's not a big deal-" she groaned , rolling her eyes.

Her father gasped dramatically "are you dying? Are you that unwell? Do we need to call a doctor?!" He almost shouted in worry. Looking to his wife for help.

Her mother just shook her head in amusement , looking at her panicked daughter with a smile. "She doesn't have to drink if she doesn't want to. Stop pestering her." She scolded them lightly.

Her brother laughed loudly "how about tequila then? You're favourite!" He offered.

Cherrie swallowed . Fuck no. She thought grimly. Tequila was what had gotten her into this mess in the first place.

"No! I'm okay with my water thank you!" She snapped at them. Shoving another mouthful of food into her mouth so that she didn't have to speak.

Her father snorted in shock "you're not pregnant are you?" He joked. Grinning.

Then Silence. Complete and utter silence.

Cherrie just awkwardly cleared her throat , hesitantly glancing over at a equally as silent Charles in concern . She tried to smile, but she was certain it came out as a grimace instead .

Charles blanched once he saw the sheepish look on her pretty face , going deathly white as he gasped loudly in shock . Looking at Cherrie with wide eyes as his heart threatened to leave his chest. Blinking rapidly at her as his vision swam in front of him.

"You're pregnant?" He weakly got out, slowly standing to his feet in shock as Cherrie did the same thing.

She sighed quietly, hating that he had to find out this way but.. oh well. It is what it is. He was going to find out some time .

She shrugged her shoulders casually , offering him a apologetic smile.

"Yes. I'm pregnant and you're gonna be a papa Charles." She simply told him  .

Charles took one glance at her glowing face , another glance at her still flat belly and then his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he promptly passed out, crumpling down to the floor in a heap of limbs.

Silence . Utter silence.

Then a loud amused snort from her father as he got up from his chair and quickly took his only daughter onto his arms, tears of happiness in his eyes at the thought of getting another grandchild again .

"I'm so happy for you!" He told her grinning before grimacing a little as they all glanced down at poor Charles , out cold on the floor in front of them. Star patting his face to try and wake him up, the four year old sighing pitifully at him as she did so.

"My love. I like him but he is jumpy like a terrified rabbit. We're going to have to toughen him up a little." Her father stated in amusement. Nudging Charles foot with his boot gently .

Cherrie just sighed affectionately , pulling out her phone to take a picture of her boyfriend passed out in the middle of their family circle . Star sitting on his stomach with her hands cupping her chubby cheeks as she impatiently waited for him to come back around again.

"Such a lovely boy. A shame that his balls are made of only Crystal though. But oh well.." her mother shrugged casually "his pretty face and sweet personality make up for it!"

By the time that Charles had come back around, her father had managed to drag his limp body to her bedroom and threw him down on the bed carelessly. Too excited rambling on about his soon to be grandchild , the large man running straight back out to gossip with the rest of the family as they spread the good news.

Leaving Cherrie sit beside Charles on the bed, patting down his messy hair from his clammy forehead as he came back around with a groan . His eyes immediately searching out for her in the room, his hand latching onto her own for comfort when he noticed that she was right there beside him.

They just looked at other quietly for a few moments , Charles cheeks getting redder and redder before he finally let out a long sigh and said quietly

"Pregnant?" In pure disbelief .

Cherrie just smiled down at him, laughing lightly as she watched his eyes fill up with tears when she nodded her head .

"Yup. Another baby for me. Sorry you had to find out this way. I was planning to tell you after the race so that you wouldn't have any distractions." She told him apologetically .

Feeling his hands squeeze hers three times as he let out a watery laugh , beaming up at her tearfully.

"I can't believe it! We're having a baby! I'm having a baby with you! This is like- a literal dream that I've had for the past five years!" He gushed in disbelief.

From fan, to boyfriend to baby daddy. He couldn't believe it. Where was this kind of luck during his races?!

Cherrie let out a small Squeal when he reached his arms around her waist and pulled her body down ontop of him, kissing her passionately. One arm hooked around the back of her neck as he sighed happily against her lips.

"Happy?" She teased him , pulling away to kiss at his ruby cheeks . Unable to kiss anymore with how hard they were both grinning. The air filled with nothing but glee and excitement .

Charles looked at her in disbelief , pushing her down on the bed below him before laying himself on top of her gently. Laying his head on her belly and sniffling as he felt her fingers run threw his hair gently , softly scratching at his scalp comfortingly .

"Unbelievably so. I'm going to be a dad and you're going to be the greatest mother in the world. Star is going to have a little brother or sister!" He gushed . Full on crying now.

Cherrie laughed fondly as she patted his head comfortingly as his shouldered began to shake, crying against her stomach without any shame. Feeling her heart melt. Knowing that she had chosen the right guy to fall in love with and to spend the rest of her life with.

She looked up as the door creaked open and her four year old daughter came sneaking in. Giving her a equally as excited smile as she climbed up onto the bed to lay on the other side of her, resting her tiny head beside Charles on her belly, the both of them looking at each with matching smiles on their faces .

"You're gonna be a big sister Star." Charles whispered to her with a grin.

Lifting his hand and gently stroking her chubby cheek affectionately, his heart Melting in his chest when the four year old reached forward and kissed his cheek and nose happily. She had seen her mother do it to him all the time and immediately copied her. It made Charles so happy.

She giggled "can we still go to Disneyland on my birthday though?" She asked him hopefully because priority's.

Charles chuckled and wiped away his tears , nudging his nose against her tiny button one softly. Gently wrapping his arm around her as they both cuddled onto Cherrie's stomach who was laid quietly watching them with a heart full of love. So in love with the way Charles treated Star like she was his own.

"Obviously." Charles said , bopping her nose fondly. "The baby won't be here for a while yet . There's still places we need to see. We've got our little summer Bucket list to do remember?" He winked at her.

Star sighed dramatically "oh yes. And when baby is here will you still love me just as much?" She wanted to know. Worried.

But she had absolutely nothing to worry about. Charles took her into his arms and kissed all over her tiny face until she was giggling hysterically and begging him to stop . As red as a tomato.

"Nothing is going to change regarding my love for you Star. I love you and I love your mommy and I'm going to love this baby just as much. Okay? We're a family now. I promise ." He held out his little pinky for her to take.

And Cherrie could only cry silently in pure happiness as she watched her four year old daughter link her tiny pinky with Charles , squeezing them together three times as they both kissed either side of their fingers . Sealing the promise.

And she knew that she chose the right man for her forever . She knew that he was the one. She didn't need for him to toughen up. She didn't need him to be overly big and strong . She liked her emotional mess of man as he was. He was perfect for her. He was perfect for Star. And he was going to be perfect for their new baby on the way.

They couldn't be any happier.

Cherrie thought to the ring box in her dresser draw back home and smirked slyly to herself . Heart racing in her chest with hope, joy and pure excitement. Knowing what they're future would hold.

She guessed that karma really was her boyfriend. But what about karma as her baby daddy and fiancé as well?

That had a nice ring to it.

[aristocratic-otter]

 Thank you to the people who don’t forget me when I’m gone for weeks (and I think there’s more, I noticed @moodandmist tagged me when I was scrolling Tumblr earlier, but I didn't get the notif. It’s this damn “only five tags” issue on Tumblr. So if I’m not mentioning getting your tags, that’s probably why) : @monbons, @rimeswithpurple, @artsyunderstudy, @roomwithanopenfire,

@best--dress, @whatevertheweather,

@noblecorgi, @alexalexinii,  @hushed-chorus, @larkral, @nausikaaa,

@blackberrysummerblog, @cutestkilla,  @thewholelemon, @youarenevertooold.

It’s been a really rough start to the work year, and this was the first weekend in a while I got significant words written. And, as always, I can count to six, but I just don’t care. So here you go, some amount of sentences from each of my current fics :)

From Saving Simon Snow 

My wings are slapping gracelessly at the air as I climb. They burn. The air is thin this high, there’s not as much for my wings to catch on, to push me higher. I force them to pump harder. I’ve got to get away or I’ll go off. 

But I can’t go off.

The feeling bubbling under my skin is the same, though.

From Snow Fox: 

“Why aren’t you blinded by prejudice?” I want to know. Even I had trouble with the concept of two men in love, right at first. How was my mother more accepting than me?

Now my mother’s smile is sad. “Did I tell you I had an older brother, when I was a child in Hindustan?”

Her phrasing is ominous.  ‘Had’ an older brother…”What happened to him?” I ask quietly.

From Cupid’s Shield

I made the decision, while Baz panted into my ear after his second orgasm, that I was done being a passive partner. So when he starts to shift his hips again, I plant my left foot onto the mattress and use that leverage to flip him under me. 

He stiffens for a minute, caught unawares. His hands claw at my sides, trying to bring our bodies back together. 

He’s going to succeed in a moment. I’ve got no illusions about my ability to win against Baz in a battle of strength. So I have about two seconds to put my plan into motion. 

From Stars, Flowers and Children

My breath hitches in my chest as I sob from the pain. I gave up being brave about the second hour after it happened. It’s actually less painful now, but it still throbs, sending stabs of pain that arc through me. My foot has swollen up and turned red, but that’s not the worst of it. I’m going to die, I think. 

I’m going to die alone, and Simon will never know, unless he finds my body.  

From TikTok Dancer: I’m in a very smutty scene right now, so my new strategy is this: lots of [redacted]s

All of a sudden, this whole scenario strikes me as faintly ridiculous. I bark a laugh into the (hopefully) empty night. 

Snow gasps as [redacted]  “Wh—what? What’s fu—funny?” His voice wobbles [redacted]. 

“Is there,” I grunt, pausing to [redacted]  “Is there,” I repeat, “a reason we’re outside, when I’ve got a lovely, expensive, and very empty hotel room we could be fucking in?”

From The Rat and the River 

One moment we’re in the middle of the jungle, and the next, we’re standing in front of the village. Though there’s not much separation between the two. Other than a slim tributary of the Amazon river snaking through the centre of the town, where houses built on stilts are lining the edge, most of the homes have been built right up against the forest. It’s an eclectic mix of huts, with wood walls, but thatched roofs, and bigger, more modern houses, with steeply sloping metal roofs. 

We take in all of this in seconds. What takes us longer to notice is the nearly complete absence of noise from the town.

From my Visitor Baz AU (still working on a title)

I’d thought that how it works is, a visitor passes on his message and then passes through the veil, never to return. At least, that’s how it works in every account I’ve ever read on the subject. And I’ve read a lot of accounts–I’m a vampire child of a murdered mother. Few people would have more reason to cross the veil than Natasha Grimm-Pitch. And few children would have more reason to doubt that their own mother would want to visit them. 

I’m one of the creatures that killed her, after all. 

At least, I was. 

Believe it or not, I’ve (willingly!) signed up for two more fics and am deep in the planning stages for them. They’re for CORB and I’m super excited for them! I’ll probably have an excerpt from each next time I manage one of these updates. 

Tags and air kisses to: @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @bazzybelle, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @palimpsessed, 

@frjsti, @fatalfangirl, @melodysmash, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist, 

@mostlymaudlin, @onepintobean, @raenestee, @tea-brigade, @upuntil6am,

@whogaveyoupermission, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @krisrix, @shemakesmeforget, @confused-bi-queer,

@nightimedreamersghost, @angelsfalling16, @mooncello, @shrekgogurt, @cosmicalart, 

@theearlgreymage, @Iamamythologicalcreature, @ileadacharmedlife, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @j-nipper-95,

@letraspal, @facewithoutheart, @wellbelesbian, @martsonmars, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe,

@ic3-que3n, @thewholelemon, @bookish-bogwitch, @skeedelvee, @prettygoododds,

@ivelovedhimthroughworse, @messofthejess, @emeryhall, 

[dollfaceksj]

Can #7 be of Jungkook getting seriously jealous and making oc cry with mean-ish words? Maybe? Please?

i hear u loud and clear 🫡

gonna tag some warnings: y/n is a bit out of line/out of character cause of alcohol consumption & sorry for the angst…. this kinda takes a serious turn unlike the crack-vibes we’ve had so far. + its pretty long. sawry <3333

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #7

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sunday evening, ur chillin’ at home, watching how to get away with murder with a bag of chips on your stomach and your legs thrown up on the table

your phone starts ringing and you groan

who the hell is calling u rnnnn

you reach for the remote to pause the show before raising your phone to look at your screen

oh it’s eunbi

…

wait

IT’S EUNBI

you shoot up and chew the remnants of the chips in your mouth quickly, swallowing it down with your can of soda

you pick up the phone and put it to your ear

“hey–”

“i told you not to tell him!”

NO

what

NO NO NO

“what?”

“don’t act stupid! jungkook! you told jungkook!”

fuck fuck fuck

how are you gonna explain that you really didn’t!!

“eunbi i swear i didn’t!”

“then why did he come by to tell me he doesn’t like messing with people that can’t keep it on the down low? you’re the only one i told!!”

just to tell her? does that mean he just went there to break their little fling off and he didn’t fuck her?

but

why…

would he…

hm

“i swear i didn’t tell him. you can ask him yourself!”

“well i can’t anymore, he wasn’t very fucking happy, y/n. now he thinks i’m a dumb bitch that can’t help but run her mouth.”

well

she kinda is?

just calm her down

“you’re getting worked up over someone that has a gaming set up with twin monitors and a chair that lights up.”

she quietly chuckles and then says, “well, he has amazing dick.”

oooof. it worked

you roll your eyes. “you can find so many better, eunbi. don’t let that guy walk all over you like that.”

rich coming from YOU

she sighs quietly. “sorry for yelling like that. i just…”

she suddenly trails off

hm?

“you just?” you encourage her to finish her sentence

“how do you know he has a gaming set up? even i don’t know that.”

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

oh right

yeah

well

you’re fucked actually

now how the FUCK are you gonna explain you’ve been to his apartment after he just broke it off with her

SHE’S GONNA THINK YOU MADE HIM BREAK IT OFF WITH EUNBI FOR YOU

“what?”

wow very smart

“how the fuck do you know that, y/n?”

just calm down

think logically

“eunbi, he’s literally a damn gamer. it was a stereotypical joke but i’m pretty sure he does.”

GOOD SAVE GOOD SAVE

it’s quiet on the other line for a moment

“right, right, sorry. i’m being paranoid.”

“paranoid for what? u’d hate it if i did something with him?”

“well, i wouldn’t like it to be honest but i guess you can do whatever you want. it’d just be a shitty thing to do.”

???

“why, though? like you said he’s fucking everyone and their mother. you weren’t seeing each other romantically and y’all weren’t on platonic terms either. it was just sex.”

the other line is quiet

you conclude, “unless you… unless you’ve caught feelings for him.”

silence

eunbi is dead silent

“really eunbi? a JUNIOR?”

“ughhhh it’s not my fault, okay! he’s just so…” she deeply sighs. “he just knows what to say.”

yeah

yeah you know what she means

“i’m sorry he broke it off like that.”

“it’s okay. maybe it’s better before i actually catch some real feelings.”

you sigh and rub your forehead. “you’re in uni to get your degree, not let guys walk all over you and ESPECIALLY not geeks that are younger than you.”

she softly chuckles, “right. well anyways, i gotta go. i’ll talk to you later.”

“okay…” you quietly sigh as you hang up the phone and slam your phone down onto the couch besides you

for fucks sake

if you didn’t already feel stupid for playing this stupid game with jungkook, you feel guilty now

but why? they weren’t a thing

they weren’t anything

you could’ve very well already been sleeping with jungkook (gross!) when she told you

so does it matter in the end?

it’s just a matter of circumstances

worse than the circumstances you find yourself in right now

clubbing on a friday evening with tae and his mates

wearing the tightest little skirt you own

a long sleeve shirt that plunges almost all the way down to your belly button, cleavage on display

makeup and hair done the way you like it

you look absolutely stunning (u always do bae <3)

tae came to pick you up and now you’re standing in a club, hugging your phone to your chest as you wait by the bar

joon, yoongi, tae and seokjin are present

and yoongi looks mighty mighty MIGHTYYYY good

his long black hair is slicked back and he’s dressed in all black like he walked off the set of a mafia movie

you’ve taken just two shots so far but taehyung hitting The Shoot to a song that it doesn’t fit on whilst recording it for his insta story is enough to turn your babysitter instinct on

but

your phone buzzes

instagram notification

probably taehyung tagging you on his story again for the nth time tonight

you glance at your phone anyways

📸 @.jungkook97 has requested to follow you!

?

??

???

what the fuck

what the literal FUCK?

why is he

WHY IS HE ????

Oh for fucks sake

shit shit

what do you do?

accepting and declining his follow request would both just look like you’re still playing his game

and ur NOT!!!

swear

your thumb hovers over the confirm button

girl just accept his follow request and he’ll see how unbothered you are thru ur story

NO

decline and put him BEHIND you.

nooooo just accept :))

decline.

accept!!

DECLINE

before you can even accept or decline

an arm brushes against your elbow and you snap your head up to look at the person

is it .. who u think it is ..

“you don’t look like you’re enjoying your night,” he says as he nods towards taehyung

oh shit it’s yoongi

his voice is so deep and gravely. goodness gracious.

what perfect timing

you really needed something to take your mind off of all this bs

“i’m babysitting a grown man,” you chuckle, crossing your arms as you lean back against the bar

“he’s not your responsibility so you’re a good friend for that.”

hmmm

what a sweet thing to say :(

“thanks, yoongles.”

he chuckles and shakes his head. “what did i say about calling me yoongles?”

hm hm hm

you quip, “want me to call you something else instead?”

WHERES UR DECORUM???

TWO SHOTS AND UR LOSING UR MIND

he glances at you. “i’d blame the alcohol for your boldness but you had water the other day and you were still on demon time.”

???

you giggle and shake your head. “i’m fine. i’m just having fun, yoonie.”

“don’t call me that either.”

you should really listen to him but why are you such a fucking lightweight MANNNNN

you lean into his face. “you know, you have really pretty lips. like you could be a mouth model.” your eyes are glued to his lips and his eyes are staring down at you as you close your eyes in on his lips

“that so?”

(guys his lips…)

“like they’re so pink and plump. and soft. wow, you could totally be a mouth mod–”

yoongi chuckles and shakes his head before he cuts you off. “just kiss me.”

PAUSE

RECORD SCRATCH

WAITTT

you blink at him a couple times. “my lip combo cost me–”

“38 bucks, i know. you make them look that good and expect not to be kissed?”

DAMN

wow

that was so

smooth wow wait

uhhh

you

you kinda want to

so maybe you should

your eyes ping pong between both his eyes, a slight pinch on your brows. “i mean,” you pause, “it’s just a kiss.”

and before you know it, you’ve gently pressed your lips against his.

wow

his lips are so damn soft

so so soft

you cup his soft cheeks and pull him a but closer, lips messily painting his

but he doesn’t seem to mind when he holds you close by your waist, lips moving against yours in your own rhythm

you part your lips and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue through, gently licking into your mouth and allowing himself to taste the alcohol on your tongue

you move your hand down to his chest, other arm wrapping around his neck

suddenly a tap on your shoulder makes you jump

fuck fucj

who is that who is that

pls don’t be him

you pull away and glance over your shoulder

to be met with

none other than

oh.

it’s tae

WHEW

why are you still worried he’ll catch you? he doesn’t even go clubbing and he wasn’t here with tae or any of the other guys

he starts tugging on the both of you

“GUYS. dance on the dance floor! not at the bar. y’all look STUPID.” he slurs his words and you realize he thinks y’all are dancing and not … making out

what a dumbass

yoongi glances at you and chuckles, making you reach up and wipe his lips clean of the gloss you just smeared on his lips with your thumbs

you pull him to the dance floor, back turned to him

and so, you lead his hands to your hips as you continue to sway your hips to the song

he grips your hips and presses the side of his face against the side of your head

you close your eyes, allowing yourself to feel the music and the beat pumping through your veins

you needed this

no thoughts right now

you lean your head back against his chest, cranium grazing his collarbones as he continues to respectfully keep his hands on your hips

you dance with him for a few songs, allowing yourself to forget about everything. you’ve been acting a fool lately and yoongi is making you feel okay

you feel okay.

you feel okay.

you feel okay.

that is until yoongi stops moving behind you

just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you see

you see him

him

him

him

Him

HIM

h

i

m

“can i borrow her from you?” is all you hear as you stare at his lips, watching the lip rings move as he talks

what the hell

“sure, man.” yoongi pats jungkook on the shoulder before smiling at you and disappearing in the sea of bodies

no

yoongi, don’t leave

no no no

your heart is beating in your ass.

jungkook closes the distance between you and swiftly turns you around by your waist, holding your back close against his chest

your heart is definitely beating through your back and he can feel it through his chest, you’re sure of it

why the hell is he here?

he never goes clubbing

what is going on????

“no one likes a tryhard, y/n.” he says into your ear as he sways left to right

????

what?

no literally what

“you’re so pretty, so elegant. you could have the world at your feet,” he continues, hands respectfully dropping to your hips as he holds your hips and sways them for you

because

you

are

literally

fucking

frozen

“and yet, you’re seeking attention like you don’t matter.” his words are literally creating a dry lump in your throat

you literally did nothing wrong today

you didn’t do anything to get a reaction out of him

and yet he’s tearing into you???

you don’t deserve it this time

that’s enough

you’ve had enough

you slowly peel his hands off your hips and turn to him, glaring right up at him

he tilts his head to the side as he stares you down

everything happens

at once

you realize what’s going on

when you’re staring at the side of jungkook’s face

his cheek that’s reddening

and a clench in his jaw

right

you just

slapped him

you watch as he slowly nods like he knows he deserved that

he slowly turns his head to look at you and you’re vibrating with rage

“fuck you, jungkook. you absolute fucking asshole.”

you watch him open his mouth to respond but you don’t let him speak

you continue, “the world doesn’t fucking revolve around you but you know why you think it does?” you give him a moment to think about it.

but this time he’s not saying anything. he just stares at you

“because you’re a damn narcissist and you think any and everyone is out to get dicked down by you.” you bring your hand up to wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand

girl … you’re tearing into him

“but you’re just a fucking loser that games all day and gets his dick wet by girls who are also just looking for a release. you’re not anything fucking special, there’s nothing you can offer anyone except for good dick and your math notes.”

you can’t seem to stop though

“yeah, i admit, i sat next to you that day and talked to you like that with questionable intentions but that was because i wanted to see how far you’d be willing to take tae and joon’s ‘warning’, not because i fucking want you cause i don’t. i said it before and i’ll say it again but you gross me the fuck out.”

wrap it up before he cries… or before you cry

his big black eyes are staring straight at you, lips slightly parted and just a look of shock on his face

his cheek is decorated with a red print of your hand

“at the end of the day you are absolutely,” you pause as you narrow your eyes, “nothing but a fuckboy.”

by the clench in his jaw, the pinch in between his brows, the squint in his eyes and the quick scrunch in his nose, you can tell he doesn’t fucking like that

but you clearly don’t give a fuck anymore

he had it coming

tears prick in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall in his presence

what gives him the right to make you feel so small and humiliate you like that?

and with that, you shove your hand against his shoulder and push past him

you stumble all the way to the restrooms and book an uber

you wait for the uber’s arrival in the stalls

and leave without another word to anyone else

jungkook: 2

you: 1

to be continued

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[sammylkcho]

Sebastian's Arrival.

October Pressure Prompts Day 1: Arrival. I decided to participate in October Pressure Prompts to take a break from studying and give you something to read. Also, I find it fun to write for Seb, and this motivates me even more, so I hope you enjoy it!

the english isn't my first language, so there may be several grammatical mistakes.

Let me know if this need any changes!

Sebastian’s arrival at Urbanshade was anything but kind or welcoming.

He still clearly remembered how, just minutes before being taken to the electric chair for his death sentence, a couple of formally dressed agents had arrived to “free him” from his fate.

The only thing he knew were the vague details the company had provided, promising to save him from such an unjust death, giving him the chance to live again—the chance to see you again.

So, he accepted this as a second opportunity to hold you once more, to eat the delicious empanadas his mother used to make whenever he visited, and especially to play the electric guitar for his younger brother when he asked.

But he couldn’t stay lost in his little daydream for long, as two agents brusquely escorted him into a dark van with the Urbanshade logo on the right side.

There wasn’t time to take in his surroundings due to the way the agents harshly shoved him inside, seating him between them—one on his left, the other on his right.

Sebastian felt incredibly uneasy with the men on either side of him and the inability to see where they were taking him. The van’s windows were tinted a deep, impenetrable black, making it nearly impossible to see outside without getting right up close.

The ride felt suffocatingly long to the Chilean. With each passing minute, it became more stifling inside the vehicle.

He was already stressed out, not knowing where they were headed or what they would do with him upon arrival. The idea of ever living freely again seemed harder to believe the more he thought about it.

Just as he was about to lose himself in thought again, a sudden jolt brought him back to reality, making him look around to figure out why they had stopped so abruptly.

The agents beside him stood up and gripped his arms, guiding him out.

The sensation of being grabbed like that, forced to walk in stumbles, made his stomach turn as he recalled how the police had treated him the same way when he was accused of a murder he hadn’t committed.

You’d looked at him that same way, your mind struggling to process everything that was happening.

He quickly shook his head from side to side, trying to avoid reliving those bitter memories.

When he finally focused on his surroundings, he saw a five-story building with the Urbanshade logo at its center.

What struck him the most was how far they were from the city, closer to the sea, though not so close that sand would blow up to the windows.

An uneasy feeling began to settle in the Chilean’s gut as they started guiding him inside. The farther they went, descending a set of stairs, one of the agents swiped a purple card at a scanner beside a door, revealing a much larger room compared to the ones they had passed through earlier—especially with the submarine sitting in the middle of it.

A hand on his shoulder made a shiver run down his spine, catching him off guard.

He turned his head slightly to see a man with dark brown hair (with a few gray strands), wearing a white lab coat with a name and title on his ID badge. The man smiled at him with a false friendliness (something Sebastian immediately recognized) as he spoke.

“Thank you for choosing to collaborate with Urbanshade. The company greatly appreciates it, Sebastian Solace.”

[almdragonrend]

I have somthing I really need to say, I don't get how FL could be popular, I mean if you think for a moment about it even OG Katarina is morally superior to the Heroine in Maria and all The Capture Targets in the story, I mean nothing against an Evil protagonist or a good antagonist, but than don't portray Katarina as a Villain and Maria as a hero ! That's wrong! Katarina leaves Maria completely alone in both the Nicole and Alan route, meaning she only opposed Maria when she's trying to seduce HER fiancée or mess with her family or do both in the Harem route!

Than the fact that she's accused of bullying those bellow her station is bulls* she only bullied Maria who I just said why she did it and Keith whose arrival at HER HOME turned HER PARENTS against eachother when she was a Child! That doesn't make it right but she couldn't know that this wasn't his fault, and his own original family wanted to kill him! Luigi saved his life and that's how he thanked him ?

than Geordo she gave almost half her life up to that point in complete support and devotion to that mother fu* and he swore an Oath to marry her! I don't think many people get how bad a possible future king breaking an Oath is especially considering Geordo's Grandpa's actions,

further more Katarina actually don't mistreated dose below her status, first her Maid Anne who despite being related to Nobility is herself a Commoner just like Maria and Katarina even in FL verse treats her like a Sister more than a servant!

Next there's Sianna, she's the bottom of the barrel of Nobility and still Katarina cherished her more than anyone else! This makes the claim of her bullying people for their status down right nonsensicaly!

Especially when she's the only one who never partake in bullying everyone's favorite Target Sophia Ascart, since we see in VOD is never once mentioned that she did so when Sophia joined her book club, that would have had to be brought up than ! Meaning is the only Noble Girl who didn't bully Sophia! (Except Marry) and it's even implied she discouraged others from bullying Sophia!

When Bakarina in verge of doom just assumed OG Katarina bullied more people and wanted to apologize during VoD judgment event no one spoke up! And that Is most likely because she never bullied anyone other than the Girl who tried to steal her fiancée and/or shame her family!

Also, it's said that Katarina's bullying was only on the very edge of Criminal, meaning she never really committed a crime, the one attacking Maria with fire was Noelia, who acted on her own accord!

Keith and/or Geordo basically rigged the Trial to get Katarina stripped of her status and exiled which is a way to hard punishment anyway! When she comes back with dark magic she didn't even kill someone for it! She just had it !

And that idiots in the development team must have believe that this made her appear more evil since she's just born with the "bad magic" but instead it just means she didn't kill anybody for it ! Right OG Katarina is not a murderer and the idiots of the FL development believed Katarina being NOT a murderer makes her more evil than people who literally commit murder to get the same magic! what does that say about their Character ?

I heard a lot about people saying something for a Original Katarina redemption arc and I really hope she gets an happy ending, she deserves it but what people need to understand is Original Katarina dosen't need an redemption arc because she has not done anything so bad that she deserved getting to that point anyway, instead she deserved a pretty enormous apology from Geordo, Keith and Maria

To give her a redemption arc basically means recognizing Maria, Geordo and Keith, Cheating, betraying,Oath breaking and manipulate a Chords to commit prejudice as a good thing, Original Katarina shouldn't have to apologize to them! They should have to apologize to her! Even when something like that calls for ways more than an apology! And first of all her entire sentence should be revoked !!!! + there has to be compensation for everything she had to go trough!!!

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 8 Matsuribayashi pt. 28

Long ago, back around late Onikakushi, early Watanagashi I wondered if there was a website similar to howlongtobeat. I was informed by @ggren-mainz that there are indeed websites for that. I had kind of forgotten about this until just now. And now I'm envisioning someone with their copy of A Dance With Dragons in one hand, and a stopwatch in the other.

An accident at the Shirakawa park

This particular fragment demonstrated to me the hazard of writing down notes, and theories before the section ends.

There is a case in Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney where the defendant for the case is accused of killing a man with a .45 revolver. The problem is that the defendant is a small blind child, and the idea that this kid was able to overpower someone who towers over them, wrestle the gun away from the victim and then not just shatter their bones by shooting the victim point blank is kind of ridiculous. Of course this being Ace Attorney the judge, prosecution, and everyone agrees that yes this small blind piano prodigy totally killed this man this way. The accusations being thrown at Satoko, that she was able to overpower and kill both her mother and her stepfather reminded me a lot of this case.

I can’t imagine that being accused of murdering both of your parents is a particularly light mental strain at the best of times. I can only imagine that it would make your terminal mental condition just a hair worse.

What I was not prepared for was the visual novel just going “why yes Satoko did indeed kill her parents.” I imagined that at best it was going to be left up to speculation about whether or not she actually did the deed. Which thinking about it might have been for the best to confirm it outright, because even though there was the red paranoia text in the original Satoko Houjou fragment enough time has passed that it’s entirely possible for the reader to have forgotten it.

My earlier comparison with the Apollo Justice case, I kid you not, was written just one sentence before the visual novel confirmed Satoko was the one who killed her parents. I had a slightly longer thought typed out but the sentence “I’d assumed that her parents’ accident triggered her terminal symptoms.” occurred and so I felt kind of foolish and simply deleted it. Which is a shame because it was a delight to have written out, and I wish I had saved it regardless. I think I’ve demonstrated multiple times throughout the playthrough that I have no problems posting my blatantly incorrect theories and speculations. Oh well, c’est la vie.

I wonder if this thrilled the Mountain Dogs to be able to actually do their assigned duty? It doesn’t really get into the day to day minutiae of the institute’s operations, but I imagine a lot of them were just sort of dying to do anything related to their actual job. Cause outside of the kidnapping in 78 they probably haven’t had much to do.

I will try my best to quit bringing up the same points over and over again, but I once again have to wonder if these Irie narrated fragments were made entirely to try to course correct with his character. Was there a particularly vocal dislike of Irie to the point that Ryukish07 felt the need to try to win back the crowd over his silly lolicon doctor? Circling back all the way back to Tatarigoroshi I wonder if Irie was just putting on an act in front of the various villagers and Keiichi by acting like he wanted to actually marry Satoko. Like he was purposefully being a goofy annoyance to her in an effort to see how she is in terms of her Hinamizawa Syndrome. I freely admit this is probably just my own head canon fanfiction crap, but I just wonder about this more serious buttoned down characterization Irie’s received this chapter.

[ukrfeminism]

Thousands of vulnerable women are being left at serious risk of harm because police forces are failing to hand over potentially lifesaving information on violent criminals, The Independent can reveal.

In the latest shameful example of England’s police forces failing to protect women, official data shows that more than half of 20,226 requests for background checks on potential domestic abusers were rejected during a six-month period. 

Campaigners say that victims face a “postcode lottery” in their search for answers, with one expert warning that the sheer scale of rejections is putting women’s lives at risk. 

Senior Tory MP Robert Buckland has called for an urgent independent review of the disclosure scheme, known as Clare’s Law. It is named after 36-year-old Clare Wood, who was murdered in 2009 by her ex-boyfriend George Appleton. Appleton had a history of violence that Wood was unaware of.

As a picture emerges of an inadequate system that has left thousands of women unable to obtain information about their partners, The Independent can report that:

Fifty-six per cent of criminal background requests made under Clare’s Law between October 2021 and March 2022 were denied, according to data from the National Police Chiefs’ Council

Some forces are making women wait months instead of days to learn whether their partner has a history of committing violence against women

The mother of a woman killed by an abusive ex-boyfriend has criticised police for failing her daughter

Hilary Stinchcombe told The Independent that a Clare’s Law disclosure could have saved the lives of her daughter Laura Mortimer, 31, and her 11-year-old granddaughter Ella Dalby.

The pair were stabbed 42 times at their home in Gloucester in May 2018 by Mortimer’s partner (and Ella’s stepfather) Christopher Boon, who had, unbeknown to the family, been given a suspended sentence months before they met for assaulting his previous partner and her mother in front of two children.

Ms Stinchcombe said the family had requested information from police about Boon under Clare’s Law, but the force had denied their application, incorrectly claiming that the request must come directly from the victim. 

“It’s disgusting the police misunderstood the rules and denied us this information,” she said. “If I’d known he had previous convictions, there is no way I would have let him near [Laura’s] children, and I wouldn’t have let him in the house.”

A review into the deaths found that police had failed to take action when Boon attacked Mortimer in 2014, even though he was a known offender. Mortimer initially told officers she had been assaulted by Boon but that she “did not wish to support police action”.

Ms Stinchcombe claims that, after the attack, her daughter went to a police station to request a Clare’s Law disclosure but was turned away. “She was convinced he had previous convictions – somebody had said to her – but none of us knew until the court date,” her mother said. 

The scheme, which is divided into two halves, gives victims and their loved ones the right to ask police about an abuser’s criminal background. The second part gives public bodies the right to request information on individuals they feel pose a risk to women.

A spokesperson for the National Police Chiefs’ Council (NPCC) said Clare’s Law applications are rejected because there is no information to reveal about a suspected perpetrator. 

But Sir Robert urged ministers to agree the terms of a review with the NPCC to ensure that legitimate requests are not being dismissed. 

One police force, Wiltshire Police, is reviewing thousands of applications in relation to the failure to disclose information that could have protected people at risk of domestic violence. The review was triggered after concerns were raised about a member of staff. An Independent Office for Police Conduct (IOPC) spokesperson said an independent review is ongoing. 

Sir Robert told The Independent: “I am less than trusting in the system, and want reassurance that those applications have not just been dismissed in a summary way – that they have been considered seriously, even if no disclosure is made.

“I think there should be a review to make sure the processes are being adhered to in a proper way, bearing in mind what happened in Wiltshire.Anything that undermines confidence in the system is going to be bad for people who are doing their best to prevent being the victims of abuse.”

He added: “The whole point of this system was to increase public confidence, and if it’s going the other way, then that is clearly against the objective of the system.”

Labour’s shadow minister for domestic violence said that missed opportunities have already cost too many lives. Alex Davies-Jones said it was very concerning that half of the applications made under the scheme had been rejected, and urged the National Police Chiefs’ Council to work with police forces to make sure a “consistent and rigorous approach is being applied in these cases”.

She said the scheme must “ensure that every opportunity for early protection and prevention is taken when it comes to domestic violence and abuse”, adding: “Missed opportunities cost lives, and far too many have already been lost.”

Domestic abuse commissioner Nicole Jacobs said the law could provide potentially lifesaving information, but that refusing applications means that “opportunities are being missed” to protect victims.

Ellie Butt, of Refuge, a leading domestic abuse charity partnered with The Independent, said there are many holes in the scheme and warned that Clare’s Law can foster a “false sense of security, when vital information is withheld or overlooked”.

Rachel Horman-Brown, a domestic abuse solicitor, said failures to disclose information under Clare’s Law can put women’s lives at risk. Some women she supports are given disclosures under Clare’s Law, but a lot see their applications rejected, she said.

“Sometimes they are told, ‘You have separated from him; you don’t need to know,’ but separations in the context of domestic abuse are often not linear. Victims will often go back to their perpetrators,” she added.

“This is because the perpetrators are so manipulative, and victims feel controlled and scared. A lot of victims are a lot less likely to go back if they know of the history of abuse. That excuse of refusing information by the police doesn’t stack up.”

Dr Charlotte Barlow, who specialises in Clare’s Law and domestic abuse, said Clare’s Law is a “postcode lottery”, with some areas investing far more money in the scheme than others.

The academic said domestic abuse victims she encounters sometimes wait months to be given a disclosure about a partner – adding that one woman was forced to wait five months despite ringing the police multiple times.

Recommended wait times for disclosure are 28 days, but Dr Barlow warned that this is too long.

Louisa Rolfe, assistant commissioner of the Metropolitan Police and domestic abuse lead for the NPCC, said: “Police aim to consult relevant safeguarding agencies before disclosing, and, where a victim discloses potential abuse during the process but no records are held, police look to take steps, with other relevant agencies, to protect them.”

A spokesperson for Gloucester Police said the review into the deaths of Mortimer and Ella states that the force’s policy for Clare’s Law previously permitted disclosure of prior convictions only to the individual in the relationship.

“However, since the introduction of statutory government guidance in 2022, the constabulary will now consider disclosure to another person in particular circumstances,” they added.

The national domestic abuse helpline offers support for women on 0808 2000 247, or you can visit the Refuge website. There is a dedicated men’s advice line on 0808 8010 327. 

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau X Son reader

Request:

Hello. May I request a Jennifer Jareau x son reader where the reader and his friends were just attacked by the unsub that the BAU have been looking for and Jj saves him (maybe Jj comforts the reader or the reader gets slightly injured?)

Never had a JJ Son reader should be fun

Third person pov...

Y/N Jareau was enjoying playing with his friends at a park near his house, they had just finished school for the week and were spending a few hours playing on the play ground.

After having grown up surrounded by the world of crime and serial killers, Y/N knew what signs to search for if he or his friends were in danger, JJ had always made sure to shield him from the gruesome details of her job.

But sometimes some would slip out, but she understood she couldn't protect him for everything. Instead his mother taught him to use his eyes and ears if anything felt off.

Currently JJ was on a case, they had been chasing a psychotic killer who targets children, usually groups of them at a park with no parents around to see them and tells them about a cool Fort he found.

The ones who followed would be killed and beaten, the ones who didn't escaped but they couldn't help much as they never saw the creeps face as he wore a mask.

The killer had managed to get away with 15 counts of murder in different cities, this time they tracked him from North Carolina where he killed two more kids to Virginia.

JJ was worried, her son was exactly like the victims who were kidnapped and killed, she hoped her son went straight home after school.

"Come on N/N!" Yelled one of Y/Ns friends, laughing the boy jumps off the swing and begins chasing his friend who called him.

"I'm coming!" He yelled back, the 4 boys laugh as they each grab a stick and pretend to be pirates using the equipment as their ship. "I captain Y/N sentence you to death! Walk the plank" Giggles Y/N poking his friend in the back with his 'sword'

The 'plank' being the metal pole that you can slide down, still laughing the young boy walking forward, holding the pole he dramatically slid down to his 'death'

As they played Y/N felt his skin prickle with unease as if someone was watching them. Using the height from the equipment the young boy looked around them.

As he did he spotted a figure standing just outside the gates to the playground, shivering though there was no wind Y/N burned the persons description into his brain. 'Just incase' he thought.

Before his mum left for her case Y/N peeked a look at her file and saw her latest case, this situation felt alot like his Mum's case.

They all continued playing, each time he would look over the figure would slowly get closer to the park, making Y/Ns suspicions correct. Staying near his friends Y/N grabs his phone.

As he goes to call his mum he was interrupted by one of his friends, looking up he saw the dark figure leaning over the fence talking to his best friend.

"Hey kid, I found a cool Fort in the forest want to see it?" Asked a young sounding voice, slowly Y/N made his way over to his friends.

Each boy looked at each other before grinning. "Uh yeah we would!" Excaimed everyone but Y/N, the guy then began walking to the entrance to the forest with the group if children behind him.

Y/N stayed behind his friends, he had a bad feeling. After a few minutes of walking they arrive at a normal looking tree, each boy in confused. "You liar there's nothing here!" "This is crap" "let's go back guys" each boy shouts out.

Before they could leave the creep takes out a knife and points it at them. "Your not going anywhere" he tells them, fear settles in their stomach as they watch the guy wave the knife infront of them

"Split up!" Exlains one of the boys, all four take off in different directions, as they ran Y/N calls his Mum, as he ran he begged her to answer.

"Pickup pickup pickup- Y/N?"

"MUM!" Yells Y/N so happy to hear her voice. "Y/N baby what's going on?" Yells JJ, Y/N continues to run as he answered.

"Mum I need help, I'm being chased by a killer, I think it's your unsub please we are by the park- gotcha!" Y/N is cut off as he is caught by the killer.

A cry of pain rips through the young boys throat as he drops his phone to the ground, holding his arm where he was sliced by the knife.

Crawling backwards away from the psycho Y/Ns kept his eyes on the man, jacket staining with his blood as he grips his wound. "Get away from me! Where are my friends!" He demands, his only response was a cruel laugh.

Tears in his eyes Y/N glares at the creep. "No! You-why are you doing this" he demands this timing getting an answer, holding the knife tightly the creep answers.

"Because you don't deserve to be happy, or have friends. Knowone does" Y/N contin moving backwards. 'Just keep him talking, mum will be here soon' he thinks to himself, trying tk keep the guy busy.

"But why? Did something happen?" He asks, silently looking around the forest for a clue that his friends where still a alive, dread filled his stomach making its way up his chest to his throat as he saw nothing.

"Did something happen? Did something happen? Of course something happend, betrayal that's what happend" Y/N rolled to dodge a slice of the knife cutting a piece of his hair.

Feeling his legs he stands slowly, feeling dizzy from the slice to his arm. "B-but that's not my fault" cries the boy, the unsub only laughs.

"Sure it isn't" he goes to slice again, covering his face in his hands Y/N only Begs that his mum will appear, suddenly a gunshot is heard followed by a cry on pain and a thud.

A rush of shoes are heard, leaves snapped as the young boy shivered in fear. "Y/N!" Yells a familiar voice, pulling away from his blood covered hands the young boy looked up.

As he did he screamed seeing the body of the killer in front of him, he began to crawl backwards, not feeling steady enough to stand. "Y/N baby!" Cries the voice again.

This time Y/N definitely knows it, turning towa it he also passed out as he saw his mum making her way towards him, sobbing relieved he was safe he colapsed into his Mothers arms.

Shushing her son JJ held him tightly to her as the H/C boy cried. "You came" he sobbed, JJ smiles through her tears and strokes his ruffled hair holding him.

"Of course I did, I'm sorry I was late baby"

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, aiming to wrote three tonight for you all! Wish me luck

sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1230

[thenotebookwizard]

First Fandom

A few years ago, I would have sworn up and down my first real fandom was Star Trek.

It makes sense. After all, I overcame my dyslexia and learned to read so I could read my mother's Star Trek novels. Pocket Books was churning them out back in the day, and i wanted to read them. She'd read me bits of a few of them, and I wanted more.

I loved watching the show - though that was mostly re-runs.

So, sitting on the floor at the foot of Mom & Dad's water bed, trading correctly read sentences for M&Ms, my mother and I battled. Fought. Yelled. Screamed. Cried. I didn't want to (until I did) and she knew I had to. Once we started using a Star Trek novel, I got much better, much faster.

The first book I ever read was The Vulcan Academy Murders by Jean Lorrah, and it's a book I own many copies of for sentimental purposes.

The first thing I remember writing was in elementary school, and it was a Star Trek story. My uncle let me read his old fanzines. I was on Star Trek BBSes. I had a notebook of Star Trek stories and notes and ideas.

Whelp.

A few years ago, the subject of me, fandom, and fanfic came up. My father (rightfully) pointed out my fandom is my mother's fault, because of Star Trek, and that I ship characters is also her fault. (My mother shipped Gabrielle and Xena and would fight you if you argued with her.)

And I nodded along. "Ayep," I said, "Star Trek is where it began. My first fandom and my first fanfic."

Turns out, I was wrong. My first fanfic and my first fandom were Winnie the Pooh. Smol me had thrown a fit at a shopping mall one weekend, and the only thing that made me happy was a stuffed bear.

Something similar to this one, I believe.

Well, my parents got me that silly old bear and he was my constant companion until it was no longer deemed 'appropriate' for a boy to carry around a stuffed animal anymore. (I frankly don't see the issue, but whatever. I'm still kinda salty about it I guess. Huh. Anyway.)

My father, being my father, decided to read me every story of Winnie the Pooh he could find, including a more modern copy of this book:

I watched all the movies. I watched all the animated movies. I have not seen the 2018 Christopher Robin (yet).

And, at some point, smol me ended up at my Dad's office. In those days, everyone had secretaries, because computers hadn't been really adopted yet, and there was a lot of paperwork to do by hand or by typewriter. Now, my father's secretary was an amazing woman who treated my Dad's kids like she liked us (I'd like to think she actually did) and I know she was very patient with us.

I know this, because she apparently typed a Winnie the Pooh story I dictated to her. Eight pages of Pooh and company negotiating with the bees for fair use and sharing of honey (hunny) and making sure the bees were safe from 'the bad guys' through vague but apparently effective means.

He has this story - my very first fanfic - saved in a file cabinet. In the same file folder I brought it home in.

It appears my mother's frustration with me wanting to be a writer were in vain. I started writing before I could read and had stories in my head before I read my first book.

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Eighteen

Disclaimer: I do not own the song. It is a song by Chvches. Check it out on my slofity playlist for this story.

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One month. That's how long it's been since Stu showed up in my dorm. I knew he was still here watching me. I could feel his eyes on me. School had started and today was the anniversary of both my mothers murder and the party. It's been one year since Casey, Steve, Tatum, Himbry and Kenny (Gale's Cameraman) were killed by Stu and Billy. Two years since they killed Sidney and I's mom. One year since they almost killed Gale, Dewey, and Randy. One year since they kidnapped our dad and planned to put all of it on him.

One year since Sidney and I were almost killed by our own boyfriends. One year since Sheriff Burke told me Stu wasn't in the house and that he was still alive. One year of looking over my fucking shoulder, waiting for the day he shows back up to finish what he and Billy had planned. I was his final girl. And the final girl never has a happy ending. The final girl gets nothing but fucking trauma to last her a life time. But at least this final girl got to make a song from it all.

Swallowing the seeds of sins we sewed into the ground

Keeping secrets until everything became a bit too loud

I could wash it down

I could drown it out

By filling up the silence with an organ sound

And by writing sentences I used to think were quite profound

And it feels like the weight is too much to carry

I should quit, maybe go get married

Only time will tell

And I wonder if I should've changed my accent

Tried to make myself more attractive

Only time will tell

I tapped my pen against the paper in my notebook. I was on my bed, laying on my stomach, feet kicking back and forth. Rain hit the glass of my window. It was kind of relaxing. It was a weekend but not a lot of people were out with the rain. I shut my notebook and got up, grabbing sneakers and slipping them on. I grabbed my bag and saved my notebook inside, grabbed my dorm keys and pulled on a jacket before walking out the door. And yes, I locked it.

I made my way down the stairs and out the door into the rain. It was coming down hard. I could hardly see in front of me. I wanted to go to the theater building. That's where the studio was. I needed to come up with a beat for this song. Usually once I find the right beat the lyrics just come to me. I held my bag to my chest while I ran across campus. I sighed in relief when I finally made it inside. My shoes squeaked against the floor as I hurried down the dark hall. I found the music wing and opened the door to the studio.

I pulled my jacket off and put on the back of the chair, pulled my notebook out and went straight to the drums and started to play around with different beats. It didn't take a little before I found a beat that I liked. I grabbed a guitar to mess around with that for a while trying to match the beat from the drums and worked on putting everything together before going back to the lyrics.

In the final cut

In the final scene

There's a final girl

And you know that she should be screaming

Telling all the tales took time that I just do not have

Sifting further through the wreckage, I think you just have to laugh

Try to take it back

As it turns to black

Don't want to find your daughter in a body bag

So I need to get out now while most of me is still intact

I stopped writing and looked around when I got that all too familiar feeling of being watched. I shook my head and took a deep breath. "You're fucking losing it. Nobody is watching. You're here alone. In a big building that had dark halls and dark corners and a lot of places for people to hide." I was spiraling and needed to stop myself. I shook my head again and focused back to writing the rest of the lyrics out.

And it feels like the weight is too much to carry

I should quit, maybe go get married

Only time will tell

And I wonder if I should've changed my accent

Tried to make myself more attractive

Only time will tell

In the final cut

In the final scene

There's a final girl

Does she look like me?

In the final cut

In the final scene

There's a final girl

And you know that she should be screaming now

I jumped when a loud clap of thunder hit. I quickly got my stuff together, pulled my jacket on and made my way out into the dark hall. Recording the song would have to wait for another day. I didn't want to walk back to my dorm while there was lightning and thunder going on. Rain I don't mind but lightning is another story.

The hall looked more dark than it did when I came in. I was in the studio a lot longer than I thought I was. I started walking through the dark halls towards the exit when I thought I heard something behind me. I kept reminding myself not to stop or turn around and to just keep going.

When I finally got to the doors they were locked. "Shit!" I hissed. I turned around, putting my back to them and looked around. I couldn't see anything in front of me. I had to find one of the other doors.

I looked to my left to see the theater itself. I quickly made my way to the doors and found one that was unlocked. Then I quickly made my way to the stage and up the steps. There was a door that went outside backstage. I only know this because I came in here with Sidney the other day. But when I tried to open that door it was locked. "What the fuck?!" I could feel the panic start to settle in a little.

I headed back out into the stage and made my way back to the doors that went out into the hall. I stopped and listened as best as I could since I couldn't see anything. Maybe the back entrance is open. I don't understand why the doors were locked in the first place. Lots of students came in here and the film building after school hours. I made my way back down the hall at a quick pace. Doing down the stairs and down more halls. I sighed with relief when I found the back entrance to the building. But that relief quickly faded and was replaced with fear when it was locked.

I ran back up the stairs, running down the dark halls past empty rooms. I was getting closer to the front doors again when I felt someone watching me, footsteps getting closer and closer, and when they stopped, I heard the voice I dreaded hearing. I didn't need to see the smile that he had on his face because I could hear it in his voice. "Nowhere to go now, baby. No more running from me. Just give up and give in."

[agentrouka-blog]

Hey! Do you have any thoughts on the Alleras - Sarella theory or what that might mean for the story going forward? I recently came across the theory and it looks very mysterious with the whole “the Sphinx is the riddle, not the riddler” quote but I am not sure how it will play out. Obviously, if Sarella is Alleras, she might have a big hand in the Dorne- Aegon plot, but in what way? But if not, what could be Alleras’s story? Because he is clearly mysterious and knowledgeable and has more story to be in.

Hi there!!

I think it's a pretty foregone conclusion that Alleras is Sarella. <3

There otherwise no accounting for the fourth elder Sand Snake when the presence of Obara, Nymeria and Tyene is so emphasized in AFFC, while their absent sister is described solely through these lines:

"As my prince commands." His heart was troubled. My little princess will mislike this. "What of Sarella? She is a woman grown, almost twenty." "Unless she returns to Dorne, there's naught I can do about Sarella save pray that she shows more sense than her sisters. Leave her to her . . . game. Gather up the others. I shall not sleep until I know that they are safe and under guard." (AFFC, The Captain of Guards)

"My uncle brought me here, with Tyene and Sarella." The memory made Arianne smile. "He caught some vipers and showed Tyene the safest way to milk them for their venom. Sarella turned over rocks, brushed sand off the mosaics, and wanted to know everything there was to know about the people who had lived here." (AFFC, The Queenmaker)

Nym would sometimes join them in their sport, and Sarella was forever pushing in where she didn't belong, but for the most part they had been a company of five.  (The Princess in the Tower)

Inquisitive, determined, bold Sarella, who is busy at "games" and...

Nym laughed. "Yes, she wants to set the torch to Oldtown. She hates that city as much as our little sister loves it." (AFFC, The Captain of Guards)

Nymeria is not describing Tyene who has no stated connection to Oldtown, so... that leaves the widow-peaked, slender "riddle", who describes themselves as "no lord's son" whose "mother was a trader".

Not to mention, she would be following in Oberyn's footsteps, who also forged links at the Citadel.

(That said, the riddle of this sphinx is so easy to solve that it mostly points to the presence of a similar, different riddle in the books. The Sphinx being the creature who posed a riddle to Oedipus, a prince who did not know his true parentage, killed his father and married his mother. Something that metaphorically works with Jon and his paternal and maternal Houses.)

I suspect GRRM has several aims with Sarella. He's managed to give her connecting points to almost every single plotline outside the Riverlands. She could be relevant almost anywhere.

But since GRRM made her the key insider that Samwell can trust at the Citadel (and immediately removed Marwyn from the premises after rounding out the Targ Prophecy Exposition), she is likely going to be the westermost point of an axis of information, connection and travel for our little politician Samwell in the South. From the archival riches of Oldtown (and the Ironborn threat) to his home in the Reach, to the way Dorne and Aegon's reconquest interact with it, to Jon's probable interaction with the South in the name of the North, which is where that riddle will come in handy.

Sarella and Obara are the Sand Snakes more likely to survive, since they don't openly advocate for the murder of children and have emotionally significant maternal backstories, and both connect to Oldtown in contrasting ways. I expect there to be some kind of arc of healing on Obara's end, which may or may not end up connecting to Sarella's political/diplomatic potential in the larger picture of the humanitarian crisis shaping up in Westeros.

(If my sentences are unintelligibly long, please forgive me. I am Very Sleepy today.)

[sharp-silver4795]

Could we know more about Jessie? :)

I loved that character!! Poor Liu boy needs smth good in his sh!tty life </3

Jessie Vahns (OC)

Ofc!! I love talking about my OCs!! And Liu 🤭

Jessie Vahns, an inmate Liu met in prison.

The Story of Jessie & Why he was arrested

CW!! ⚠️ Abuse, murder, SA, sexual abuse, child molestation, physical abuse.

His father literally beat his mother to death.

Because she died, he started to take it out on Jessie.

Meanwhile, his little sister, Samantha, was being sexually abused by their brother.

One day, Jessie decided to fight back against his dad. He then tried to stab his own son. It was turned against him and Jessie stabbed his dad 19 times.

When he went upstairs, his sister was crying in the aftermath of her assault. Jessie decided that, he already killed one person and he’s probably going to prison for it, might as well finish it here and now.

So, he found his brother and stabbed him until he stopped moving- it was 27 times.

Obviously, Jessie was arrested and sentenced to 20 years in prison. He was 19 at the time, the same age which Liu would kill himself.

Liu and Jessie

Jessie was 36- he had 3 or 4 years left in his sentence- when Liu came in.

He caught the older man’s attention because of how kept down he was. Someone who had committed a crime wouldn’t be in a ball on the floor, nearly crying, with his head on his knees.

When Liu told him his story, Jessie was livid.

It reminded him of his own injustices, so he would fight tooth and nail to get him outta there.

Liu’s Release

CW!! ⚠️ Implied physical abuse

Once Jessie helped him get out early, he wrote the man letters.

The letters told of all the shit he went through, but there were also casual ones as well.

He sent him drawings of his favorite things: sunflowers, butterflies, drawings that encapsulated songs he liked, etc.

Jessie always loved these letters, and sent some back to him. He complimented Liu’s drawings and some of his poems that he sent as well. Jessie disclosed that he wanted to be an author as a kid, and sent Liu the main concepts of the stories he made up. Liu loved all of them and even drew cover art for them.

One day, a woman came to the Woods’ house looking for Liu. Peter was angry when he called Liu down, assuming he was in trouble.

The woman merely gave him a scarf. It had gray and black stripes and was so so soft.

“It was my brother’s. I think you know him. His name is Jessie.”

Liu was near tears at the gesture. Peter was instantly calm, but they didn’t save Liu from the pain that would ensue…

Liu’s First Death

CW!! ⚠️ Suicide

Jessie was the first one to know about it. He had a half year left in his sentence.

Liu sent the letter before he did it, so it would get to him on time.

Once released, Jessie put together every single one of his letters and drawings, sobbing over the loss while he put them in a box and marched down to the police station.

He slammed down the box and said:

“He didn’t fucking deserve this. Make it right!”

Then he left.

He paid for Liu’s cremation, but gave him a headstone in the graveyard. He left sunflowers on the grave every weekend. They were his favorite, after all.

Keith’s & Liu’s Second Death

Cw!! ⚠️ Murder, rape

When Liu (23) had killed Keith, the first person he ran to was Jessie (41).

His hands were covered in blood as he sobbed into the older man’s shirt.

Jessie had told him this, and he meant it too:

“It’s alright kid… it’s over. He can’t hurt you anymore… you did good… I’m so proud of you…”

He was 44 at the time, out of prison for nearly 9 years. Liu was 27, and off to the electric chair.

Jessie was well aware of what Liu had been up to. He knew who he was killing, and why.

Rapists, abusers, and people who fucked with his brother and friends.

Jessie couldn’t bring himself to justify it. But that didn’t stop him from loving the kid as if he were his own.

He went to visit Liu before he went off, and asked one simple question. And Liu gave a simple answer.

“You coming back again? Like ya did before?”

“I plan on it.”

And he did. He did come back.

Jessie’s Death

He died at 62 years old in the hospital. He was a smoker, and it caught up to him. Liu was 42, and left Hydra to visit him in his dying moments.

It was a sweet moment: Liu sitting on the side of the bed, holding Jessie’s hand. The two had one last conversation:

“Kid?”

“Yeah?”

“Look at how big ya got. Damn.”

“You need to get tough or die, right?”

“You were tough to begin with, kid. You took so much pain and suffering, and ya still held on for so long… I’m proud of you.”

Liu started to tear up, the words that he needed his whole life being said to him. Jessie was the only person who would say it. Granted, this wasn’t the first time, but it would be the last.

“You know, kid. I started calling you ma son.”

Liu was speechless. Jessie considered him his son? It shook him that someone, a parent figure, would want him. Would call him their son… and be proud of it…

“Thank you… so much..”

“C’mere”

Jessie stretched out his arms as best he could, and Liu cried into his chest once more. Jessie, his only father figure since his dad’s death, was leaving him.

He died in the hospital.

This time, it was Liu who paid for the cremation and headstone. No one came to the funeral except him and Samantha, Jessie’s sister.

He stood with her as she mourned the loss of her brother who saved her so many years ago. She cried into Liu’s arms, the only other person who would care.

When her eyes were dry from the crying, she looked up at Liu and noticed he was still wearing that scarf…

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