#that's just called a loud person with ADHD

[biathediamond]

i really do mean it when i say that ADHD is one of the most misunderstood/misrepresented mental disorders and that i genuinely can tell when you got diagnosed off tiktok

[runawaymun]

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[dollerines]

How I entered the void so easily after 1 year of trying

So after 1 year and half of trying to enter I finally did it and I am so mad because it REALLY IS SOOOOO EASY and tbh if in this post you are looking for any sort of validation or info you smart ass already know then please REMEMBER THIS : entering the void is extremely easy. You just have to do it in a way that resonates with you.

Personally for me since I had adhd I couldn’t just stay still and affirm for 1 or even a few for 10 mins. Not just because I was lazy but because just repeating “I am in the void” for so long gets me tired and makes me think of the void more and you actually don’t want to think too deeep about it. I couldn’t wake 3 hours prior and then affirm or even have the patience to do the psych k, yes I was extremely lazy back then and unpresistent but one thing that helped me even backed then was THE ALPHA STATE MEDITATION !

You just have to find what works for you, find a method technique whatever you want to do that doesn’t seem like a chore. So In a post back then I found on @gorgeouslypink acc talking about doing the alpha sate meditation and I tried it back then and I felt really relaxed and it was a good feeling but like I said back then I was realllly lazy so after a few mins I stopped. Then many months later passed and I was still looking for anything and everything on the void. Then just like two days ago I came across another post which was pretty simple and the technique I used was called the DISTRACTED TECHNIQUE.

All there was to do was the usual you get into a comfortable position and then she said to use the alpha state meditation and used the one gorgeouslypink recommended. So I used it and then what she tell you to do is to just think of anything else just get distracted basically and this WAS SO GOOD 4 ME because back then I had adhd so it made it harder to concentrate on just affirming and so yeah I just thought of random things and then at some point where I was completely distracted I felt my body like lift up 😭 if that makes sense I just can’t clearly describe it. It felt really like a shift and I was like ‘panicking’ in a way but I wasn’t actually panicking I just kinda became aware what was going and then I got scared a little but I just relaxed shortly after. Also my fan that was making like a loud noises was coming in an out and then I only hear it in one ear and then I didn’t hear anything and I just stayed there wondering if I reached the void and i actually was!!! I didn’t feel my body it felt like I had no body at all and it was pitch black just like how I imagined the void to be. For a few minutes I just stayed there feeling the most surreal peace I have ever felt. I needed that peace fr 💀.

So then I affirmed for my desires all I said was “I have all my desired results from my subliminal playlist.” Then just to be extra sure I just said “I have everything I want.”

At that point I got really excited and then I wiggled my toes to get out because I was too dam happy I needed to see all my shit the moment I wake up and then I slowly started getting out and when I tell you I cried for like a good dam minute when I woke up and saw how DIFFERENT. My room looked. I literally screamed onto my pillow. I was so dam scare and yet excited to see how I looked.

WHAT I MANIFESTED :

Desired body and face

Having silky straight tailbone length hair cuz mines was originally curly

And everything in my sub playlist

My desired boyfriend and guys I made him be like Gojo Satoru ( because we are all delusional over him 🤪) and let me tell you he is so tall, handsome, sexy and a literal god. He is so silly too 🩷

Moving countries I now live in ny

Never actually meeting my ex and all the people in my old school forget me and have actually never even met me. Like if u asked them about me they have never heard or known me before

Extremely rich rich like hella bands

Got rid of my anxiety and mental health issue

Plus +++

NEVER EVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS.

Even if the circumstances seem to be eating you alive don’t mind that too much. Even if all seems hopeless don’t give up because you already know nothing can decide or be unless you give it power to be. So stop being goofy and take responsibility and DONT STRESS!! You don’t see God stressing do you. All he has to do is blink and whatever he wants to happen, happens. Plus a lot of confidence came from non dualism that I owe a huge thanks to @trynafindbarbiee she really said it like it is !!

YOU GOT THIS ML 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[rumisgf]

DENKI BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

summary: here’s some denki headcanons if he was your boyfie bcs i rlly love this boy sm and he don’t get enough love for my liking :[

warnings: college!au, suggestive, crack, feminine terms for reader used, black!reader ofc and always

✧ you’ve earned yourself a himbo gamer bf congrats

✧ denki is so loud about how much he loves you and he makes it very known that you’re his

✧ while it annoys people like bakugou when he constantly goes on tangents about you, it’s honestly such a green flag

✧ by nature, denki’s a very flirty person so you assumed you’d have to work that out with him a lot

✧ not only that but as denki got older, ladies (and boys) definitely started flirting with him first

✧ it definitely irked you when yall were js talking/in a “situationship”

✧ sometimes you genuinely wanted to rip the hair out of not only your scalp and his

✧ it was only because you wanted him so bad

✧ surprisingly tho, if you bring it up to him he stops immediately

✧ and when you do start dating he pretty much tunes out anyone who even tries to make a move on him

✧ he definitely owns one of those “i love my girlfriend” shirts and will genuinely style it

✧ overall, denki’s one of the most reassuring partners you could ask for after y’all make it official

“i promise i’m literally obsessed with you.”

“you’re the only one i see, princess”

✧ if yall see the way he talks in the show, he definitely is in tune with his feminine side

✧ and in the best way possible, the only reason he might have a lot of friends who are girls is because girls feel so comfortable around him

✧ and i’m a huge believer in the ‘denki with an older sister’ headcanon so that’s definitely where he gets it from

✧ he always helps you with outfits and he even knows how to do makeup to an extent

✧ the first time you were running late but still had to do your makeup so he just came over and did a perfect winged eyeliner, you were just like ‘…..someone cooked here.’

“kaminari….what the fuck.”

“what?”

✧ he always calls you “girl” when you say something weird or dumb and it really just slips off his tongue

✧ denki also loves gossiping. he’s so messy

✧ if he peeps something, you’re the first person he texts and y’all definitely make fun of people together

✧ when he’s gaming you’d think he’s one of those dudes who just completely ignores their girl

✧ which sometimes is a habit when you’re on the phone

✧ but usually, he’s able to have a full conversation with you and play the game with bakusquad on a seperate instagram or discord call (yes, he has this talent because of his adhd)

✧ besides he makes up for it when you get to take facetime photos of him with his camera set up, his bedroom lights off, the lights from his computer monitor/tv and his led lights highlighting his features so beautifully

✧ if you ever need his attention, he’ll get off in an instant with the excuse ‘i wanna go hang out with my girl’

✧ and he also loves gaming with you. it’s 50/50 though, sometimes he’ll let you win and sometimes he’ll absolutely obliterate you then laugh in your face

✧ it’s ok though because you get kisses after :)

✧ in person, kaminari’s always is touching you in some type of way

✧ whether it’s you sitting between his legs on the floor, his hand on your thigh while you sit next to him, occasionally hugging your waist if you stand up next to him

✧ his favorite though is definitely having you sit in his lap

✧ he’ll play with the hem of your pants or your shirt, wrap his arms around your waist while holding the controller, or let you bury your face in his neck and fall asleep

✧ speaking of, he loves when you fall asleep on him

✧ even around other people, he always likes pulling you on his lap or having your head rested on his shoulder

✧ both of y’all’s friends definitely take pictures whenever this happens but he honestly loves it and doesn’t care when bakusquad sends it into their groupchat

✧ he’s just like yeah, that’s my cute lil girlfriend what abt it?

✧ he really does think you’re so adorable and he loves babying you

✧ yk how the one episode where he said nejire was cute because she was kinda stupid (😭) ? yeah, he loves when you have little dumb moments because he likes to make fun of you and tell you how adorable you are

“awww, you’re so adorable baby!”

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!”

✧ besides, it does make him feel better for him to not always feel like the “dumb” one in the relationship, it makes yall more balanced out even if you are smarter than him

✧ he also really likes flustering you. he’ll grab your belt loop, let his hands go a bit too low when you hug him, randomly pull you onto his lap, give you kisses all over your face, and purposefully stare into your eyes while you talk

✧ though, he does equally enjoy being babied. he loves when you play with his hair, laying his head in your lap, and being little spoon when y’all cuddle

✧ which is often the case unless you’re laying your head on his chest, his only other favorite cuddling position other than you being big spoon

✧ he loves playing guitar for you and if you can sing, he’ll play a song to have you sing the lyrics along with him

✧ denki is just a music lover in general, it’s often what’s in the background if y’all are making out or just chilling together

✧ if you like dying your hair, he will practically beg to help you do it because he thinks it’s a great bonding experience

✧ he’ll even dye a strip of his hair to match yours

✧ based on the ova where the big three were playing as villains and class 1-a were the heroes, i like to think denki was one of the first out of his friends to learn how to drive

✧ so he definitely was eager to make you his passenger princess. he loves taking you out to eat, driving you home, picking you up from places, and taking you shopping

✧ even if he barely has the money, he’ll spoil the hell out of you and (sometimes you gotta remind him to be responsible with his money 😭)

✧ his lock screen is definitely a picture of you in his passenger seat or you holding his hand while he’s driving

✧ he loves showing you off and he puts all your instagram posts on his story within seconds, and he will spam your comments

✧ he’ll also convince you to do tiktoks with him

✧ his favorite dates are at arcades, he just loves having fun with you and watching you get competitive with all the games

✧ he also loves when there’s a photobooth and will practically drag you to take cute pictures with him, which he’ll later put in his room on full display

✧ in general he takes tons of pictures of you and you take up a lot of his storage, his phone is really on its last leg.

✧ this also means he as the worst bangers of you imaginable. his birthday story posts are lethal.

✧ overall dating him is like having a built in best friend, except yall kiss a lot

✧ 10/10 boyfie

@ rumisgf

[alessiasfreckles]

she's mine (georgia stanway x reader)

inspired by she's mine by eva westphal / life with your adhd girlfriend, georgia

warnings: none

a/n: this is in no way me saying that georgia stanway has adhd (or that she takes medication)!!!!! but as someone with adhd, it wouldn't surprise me if she does. also the bit about pronouncing words differently is word for word what i said to my girlfriend that made her ask me to marry her so

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I love her the days she forgets to text back Her phone is on silent, sometimes I get mad

“I’m sorry,” Georgia says when she comes through the front door. She’s biting her lip and her thumb and finger rub together, the way they do when she’s anxious. 

“It’s okay,” you say simply. You can’t help but feel mildly annoyed, but you know she didn’t do it on purpose, and you know that being mad at her isn’t going to help, it’ll just make her feel worse.

“I just- my phone was on in my bag, and I thought I’d walk home since the weather is so nice for once, and I was listening to music and kind of zoned out and my phone was on silent and-” she rambles, trying to explain herself.

“G, it’s okay, I promise,” you hug her gently, and her body sags against yours.

“You’re not mad?” she asks, and her voice sounds so small, so unsure.

“No, baby, I’m not mad,” you tell her. “I was worried, that’s all. Normally you’re home by 4, but you weren’t, and you know how I get worried. But I’m not mad.”

You feel her nod against your shoulder, still wrapped in your arms. She pulls away just enough to be able to look at you, your arms still resting on her shoulders, hers around your waist. 

“I’m sorry for making you worry,” she says. “I’ll try to remember to message you next time, or at least put my phone on loud so I notice if you message me or try to call me.”

“Thank you, baby,” you tell her, kissing her sweetly. “That’s all I need.”

I love her the weeks she can't get out of bed I love every curl, every hair on her head

“What if I quit?” she asks one day. She’s been having ‘bad brain days’, as she calls them, a lot lately. Constantly flip-flopping between having no energy and wanting to stay in bed, and being so restless she could scream. 

“Quit?” you ask, drawing circles on her back as she lays next to you in bed. 

“Quit football,” she mumbles into the pillow. “What if I just quit football?”

She’s not really asking that, and you know it. She just feels trapped at the moment. Understimulated and overwhelmed at the same time. Her brain needs action, excitement, something to focus on. 

“You don’t want to quit,” you tell her, kindly. “I mean, it’d be okay if you did, but I don’t think you do, really. Do you?”

“No,” she sighs, and rolls over on the bed, starfishing. One arm is draped over you, and the smooth underside of her wrist absentmindedly rubs against the crook of your elbow. “I guess not.”

You can see her brain running a million miles an hour. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask. 

She shrugs. “I don’t know how. There’s too many thoughts, I don’t know how to put them into words, or how to start.”

“You can just say words. I’ll piece it together,” you tell her, and she flashes a smile at you, grateful for how well you understand her.

She thinks for a minute, quiet, and you wait patiently, knowing not to push her. She’ll start talking when she’s ready. 

“I just want my brain to chill the fuck out,” she says finally, and all you can do is nod and press a kiss to her forehead. 

I love her the nights she complains that she's cold But I'm always warm, so I give her my coat

“I don’t understand!” she exclaims, shivering slightly. “Why does it feel so cold? It’s not like it doesn’t get this cold in England, if anything, it’s warmer here! We’re much further south!”

You slip your coat off. You’ve lived here much longer than she has, you’ve gotten used to the weather. Plus, like any good German (or person living in Germany), you understand the importance of layering, so you usually have enough layers on to keep you warm, even without a coat. 

She blushes when you help her slip into your coat. Grabbing the collar, you pull her in for a kiss, and when you pull away, she’s smiling.

“You know,” you say, tilting your head slightly. “I’m starting to think you just like wearing my coats.”

“Hm,” she hums, leaning forward to kiss you again. “Maybe.”

Oh, I even love her when she's running late I'm always on time so I'll work while I wait

You’re sitting in a café when your phone vibrates. Before you check it, you already know that it’s a message from Georgia. 

sorry i’ll be there soon i promise!!!

If you had to guess, you’d say it was going to be about 15 minutes before she got to the café. You didn’t mind. You went to the café every Wednesday afternoon. She’d meet you there after training, sometimes earlier, sometimes later. At first, it had annoyed you. You felt like she was saying you weren’t important enough for her to prioritise. After a while, you realised how hard she was trying, and that it really wasn’t her fault. Her time blindness made it hard for her to realise how much time had passed, a couple minutes easily turning into half an hour. She would set timers, alarms, reminders, but most of the time her brain would just block them out. You’d grown to enjoy the time alone before she arrived, planning for it, bringing a book or a podcast.

Ten minutes after you received the message, the bell above the café door tinkles as she comes flying in. She slides into her seat at your usual table, the one in the corner by the window so you can people-watch. 

“I’m sorry I’m late!” she says quickly. Her face is flushed and her hair is windswept, still slightly damp from showering after training. She frowns, remembering something the two of you had talked about, about saying thank you, rather than apologising. “Wait, no. Thank you for waiting for me.”

“I’ll always wait for you,” you tell her, and she smiles.

She is funny and clever and kind She says whatever pops in her mind, oh And she's so fucking weird, that when she's with me I'm laughing most of the time And she's mine, she's mine

“Have you ever thought about how weird it is that we pronounce words the way we do?” she asks, and you blink at her, sleepily. She’s sat up in bed, looking wide awake.

“Babe, it’s 7:30 in the morning,” you say, eyes watering as you hold back a yawn.

“Good morning,” she says, kissing you. “Anyway. Have you ever thought about it?”

“Uh, not really,” you sit up, joining her, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “How long have you been awake?”

“Mh, like, an hour? I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“Oof, I’m sorry.”

She waves a hand and keeps talking, undeterred. “Like, imagine if we pronounced pineapple like Minneapolis. Pin-ee-a-pol-is. Or what if Dwayne was pronounced like Kanye. Dwan-ye. Actually, I guess that one doesn’t work. The ‘y’ is in the wrong place.” she says, frowning.

You burst out laughing.

“What?” she says.

“I love you,” you tell her, and kiss her until she can’t even remember how to pronounce her own name properly. 

I love her when she forgets to plan ahead I love her when she repeats what she's just said

“Oh, did I tell you that I’m starting on Thursday?” Georgia says as she rummages through the drawer of her bedside table.

“That’s great, baby!” you say. She starts most games now, but you’re still filled with pride every time she walks out onto the pitch.

“Shit,” she says, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

She holds up her medication bottle, upside down. “I forgot to order a refill.”

“Ah,” you say. You can see her initial frown of realisation turning into one of frustration. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll call and order a new one as soon as the doctor’s opens.”

She nods silently, still frowning.

“What are you thinking?” you ask, gently, and she shrugs.

“Feel stupid. This happens nearly every month,” she says, voice small and angry.

You hug her tightly, staying there until you feel her tense body start to relax against you.

“You’re not stupid,” you tell her, voice calm but serious. “You’re not. I promise.”

She huffs a little, sagging. “But I always do this.”

“That doesn’t make you stupid. It just means that your brain isn’t very good at remembering things like this,” you say, rubbing circles on her back. 

She nods, frustration and anger quickly ebbing away. “Hey, did I tell you that I’m starting in the game on Thursday?” she asks, perking up, and you giggle.

Oh, I even love her when she's fast asleep I'll keep her warm when we're under the sheets

“Chilly,” she mumbles into your pyjama top as she spoons you, holding you tightly.

“You’re just using me for my warmth,” you tease, and you can feel her nodding against your back. You squeal when she puts her cold feet on the back of your legs, and her body shakes slightly as she laughs.

“You’re so nice and warm,” she sighs, wriggling to try and get closer to you.

“You know, you’d probably be warmer if you wore pyjamas,” you tell her, smiling, already knowing what she’s going to say.

“Gross,” she says. “I’ll feel all trapped and sweaty and suffocated. Ugh, and what if there’s itchy tags? No, thank you.”

“You know, you can cut the tags out,” you say, laughing.

She shakes her head against you. “No, thank you,” she repeats, voice thick with sleep.

You wake up during the night to pee, and when you crawl back into bed, you look at the sleeping form of your girlfriend. She’s curled in a ball, the duvet pulled tightly around her. As you wriggle under the covers and wrap an arm around her waist, her back against your front, she lets out a content sigh, leaning into your warmth.

She is funny and clever and kind, oh She says whatever pops in her mind, oh And she's so fucking weird, that when she's with me I'm laughing most of the time And she's mine, she's mine

“Oh, baby, are you crying?” you ask, looking over to Georgia, who’s sniffling, curled up in the corner of the sofa.

“No,” she says, looking at you with tears streaming down her face.

“Darling,” you say, holding an arm out so she can cuddle into your side. “It’s okay! It’ll all be okay!”

“B- but,” she sniffs, wiping a tear away. “He doesn’t know that! He’s just a little baby!” 

She gestures to the TV, where Brother Bear is playing. Somehow, she’s never seen the film, and as it’s one of your favourites, you decided it was finally time for her to see it. 

You look at her, fresh tears welling up in her eyes as she watches the little bear, and you can’t help but giggle, heart overflowing with love and adoration.

“Are you laughing at me?” she asks, but you can hear laughter in her voice, despite the tears. 

“No,” you say, pressing your lips together firmly, body shaking as you try to contain it. 

“You are!” she gasps dramatically, looking at you with wide eyes. “I can’t believe I’m crying and you’re just laughing at me!”

You poke the corners of her mouth, which are wiggling up and down as she tries to keep herself from laughing. She swats your hand away, but it’s too much and she can’t keep it in any longer. You both dissolve into a fit of giggles, and she has to wipe new tears away, but this time they’re from laughing so hard.

“See!” she says, in between laughter. “Now I’m crying again!”

She can’t keep a straight face, though, and neither can you.

When you’ve both finally calmed down, you can’t help but kiss her. “I love you,” you mumble into the kiss, and she smiles against your lips. 

“I love you, too,” she replies, eyes sparkling brightly.

And I see her smoking a cigarette Dancing through fountains you almost fell in You're drinking red bull at night when I can't have my coffee past 12pm And I'm so fucking grateful for every bullet I dodged to get to you Yeah, I'm so thankful for every moment I've got with you

You’re walking through a park in Munich on a summer evening, enjoying the warm air, when you come across a playground. There’s a big rope pyramid in the middle, surprisingly tall, considering it’s supposedly made for children.

“Hey, babe,” Georgia says. “Bet you I can climb up that in 10 seconds.”

“10 seconds?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yeah!” she nods enthusiastically. “From the start to the top. Easy.”

“Hm,” Pretending to think about it, you squint at the pyramid. “What do I get if you don’t manage it?”

“A kiss.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll get a kiss anyway.”

“Fine, I’ll put away the laundry tomorrow,” she says and you hum, not convinced. Her eyes brighten. “And I’ll do that thing you like in bed when we get home. You know, with the vibrator, and-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you say, quickly looking around to make sure no one was nearby. “Fine. If you win, what do you get?”

“A kiss. And a massage when we get home,” she grins.

“Deal.”

“Can you time it on your phone?” she asks eagerly, bouncing up and down on her feet, and you laugh. “But don’t start it until I say go!”

“Okay, okay!” you chuckle, and she bounds towards the pyramid. She waits at the bottom, watching you, waiting for you to have your phone out. 

“You ready?” she calls out, and you nod, giving her a thumbs up. “Okay, now!”

You start the timer as she scales the pyramid, reaching the top with 3 seconds to spare. 

“7 seconds!” you yell up to her, and she lets out an excited whoop, pumping her fist into the air. She stands up briefly, then sits down on the rope again. You watch her look around, frowning. “You okay, baby?” you call.

“Yeah, I, um,” she says, running a hand through her hair, and says something so quietly that you can’t hear it.

“What?”

“I- I don’t know how to get down!” she yells, and you can see the blush on her cheeks from where you’re stood.

“What do you mean? Just climb down, like you climbed up,” you call.

“I can’t! It’s too high!”

You watch her frowning, arms folded across her chest, when you have a realisation. “Wait, baby, are you scared of heights?”

“Um,” she says, not looking at you. “Maybe?”

“Okay, hang on.”

You climb the pyramid, and when you reach the top, she clings onto your hand. Slowly, the two of you make your way down together, you telling her where to put her feet. When you’re on the ground, she looks at the ground sheepishly, cheeks still pink from embarrassment. 

“I may have, um, gotten overexcited,” she admits, and you laugh.

“You? Overexcited? No, surely not!” you tease, and she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” she mutters, not meeting your eyes, and you take her hand and pull her close, kissing her until she forgets about the fact that she needed your help to climb down. 

You are funny and clever and kind, oh You say whatever pops in your mind, oh And you're so fucking weird, that when you're with me I'm laughing most of the time And you're mine, you're mine Mine

[capseycartwright]

can't ignore the crazy visions of me in la

Margarita-drunk Buck ruminates on how beautiful Eddie Diaz is while his best friend is dancing to Chappell Roan. That's what LA pride is for, right? - or, alternatively: Eddie spends his first pride as an out queer man in a gay club, and Buck is in love with him about it.

written for week one of @summerofbuddie- mixed media. the mixed media part of this fic is eddie's big gay playlist, and is full of what i believe to be all of eddie's favourite queer music. pls enjoy.

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Buck had always thought that Eddie was beautiful. He knew how that sounded – but even when he had thought he was straight, Buck had always felt quite comfortable in his masculinity. Men were beautiful. Okay, sure, with the benefit of hindsight, it was long-buried bisexuality threatening to burst to the surface, but the point stood: Eddie Diaz had always been beautiful to Buck. 

Physically, yes, he was beautiful. He had these big brown eyes that had always been incredibly effective at getting Buck to do all the things Eddie didn’t want to do –  small things, like driving (of course, because Eddie was a passenger princess at heart, and Buck was more than happy to indulge), and cooking, until Eddie had begun to find a love for that himself, and the bigger things too, like agreeing to be Eddie’s medical proxy, and being Christopher’s guardian in case – well, Buck didn’t like to articulate the rest of that one. It felt like jinxing it, so he always left it at ‘in case’ – nothing else needed to be said.

Eddie was physically beautiful – he had the softest brown hair Buck had ever come across, and a sweet grin that got him more than his fair share of attention on calls, and firefighting had packed on a lot of muscle over the years, so maybe he wasn’t the proud owner of an eight-pack, anymore, but Eddie’s body was strong, and capable, and Buck felt that was beautiful too. 

Eddie was gorgeous, was the thing – but he wasn’t just physically beautiful. Eddie Diaz had a really beautiful personality, too. It had taken a while for him to allow Buck to get to know it – and not just Buck, for everyone else, too – but when Eddie had decided to let people in, and see who he truly was, underneath the somewhat gruff exterior, there has been so much beauty there. Eddie was kind, kind in a way that Buck could only admire, genuine in his kindness. Buck could see where Christopher got it from.

Eddie was gentle, too. Buck knew most people would doubt that, given the life Eddie led – an army veteran with a penchant for street fighting and Muay Thai – but Buck knew better. Those were all circumstances, responses to a life filled with trauma, and underneath all of that, Eddie was the gentlest person he knew. Eddie would always be the one who carefully picked up spiders, and bees, if they found their way into the firehouse, or Buck’s apartment, or his own home, and he’d coo gently as he brought them to the window, setting them free before anyone (Buck, usually) could hit them with a stray hardback novel. Eddie liked to garden, a collection of brightly coloured flowers growing in the front bed right outside his porch, Eddie humming to himself as he watered them, the image one Buck hoped would be seared into his memory forever.

Eddie was gentle with Christopher. Buck hadn’t exactly grown up with a father he aspired to be like – Philip had been cold, and distant, and though Buck understood why now, he would never forgive it. Eddie had been through his fair share of heartbreak, and trauma, and yet he still raised Christopher with a gentle hand, guiding his son through life in a way Buck had never experienced himself. He was glad to be able to watch it, though, watch as Eddie learned from his own mistakes, and apologised to Chris, and did better for his son every day. 

Eddie was gentle with Buck.

Buck was a lot, he knew – he was loud, and talkative, and the undiagnosed ADHD he definitely had made it so both of those qualities were amplified when he was stressed, or anxious, which was frankly, a lot of the time. Buck knew he earned his eyerolls and exasperated looks – but never from Eddie. Eddie always listened, attentive and eager to learn as Buck went off on tangent about the latest fun thing he learned. Eddie was the first to suggest a gym session, when he knew Buck was antsier than normal, suggesting they work off some of his nervous energy before their next call.

Eddie had been there after the truck bombing, gentle as he had torn down Buck’s already shaky walls, gentle as he helped Buck in, and out of bed, gentle as he’d helped him shower, shrugging off Buck’s thanks with a ‘you’d do the same for me’ and a smile. 

(Buck would do the same for Eddie – he would do anything for Eddie.)

Eddie was beautiful. Eddie was beautiful when he smiled, when he laughed, Eddie was beautiful in every single conceivable way to Buck –

But this might be the most beautiful Buck had ever seen his best friend.

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[thehmn]

I recently realized that my ability to maintain friendships deteriorated significantly when we all started using text instead phone calls.

Because of my ADHD I just can’t get as invested in a text conversation. I read and write slower than a lot of people, not because I can’t do it faster but because if I read fast the info doesn’t stick and if I write fast I keep skipping words, so I read at the same speed in my head as you would if you had to read out loud and I have to really be conscious of what I write.

That makes receiving and sending texts relatively slow and on top of that my time blindness means I sometimes don’t respond for hours, sometimes days, because to me it doesn’t seem that long.

Naturally people end up assuming I don’t care about them and the relationship just sort of fizzles out. Doesn’t matter if I tell them I do. You can’t control people’s feelings and nobody wants to feel unwanted.

Now, people I meet regularly in the world or who call me and are okay with me calling them? Solid. The conversation is fast and natural and we can quickly arrange when and where to meet up.

Unfortunately this makes it near impossible to maintain friendships with people who have social anxiety or have some other reason for not wanting to call/be called for me. I try to be better about it because it sucks to lose friends, but unfortunately it’s not always up to me any more than it’s up to someone with social anxiety wether or not they’re chill with phone calls.

So when I lament that we don’t call each other anymore it’s not for old person reasons but for disability reasons.

[cleolinda]

Re: being ADHD and breaking large tasks into molecule-sized actions,

there’s something I used to do and should probably start doing again. See, I can look around at a wreck of a room and not “see” individual objects. It all just looks like a painted stage backdrop to me, or a hidden-object game background. Maybe a couple of objects really stand out (like the one door in a bland flat room that a cartoon character is going to open), but I just get overwhelmed by the concept of THINGS. And that’s why I can’t start cleaning. Once an object leaves my hand and drops to the floor or lands on a chair, it is now Landscape.

So when I was REALLY desperate to clean, maybe on a specific time crunch (like the time there was a hole in my ceiling and people were going to ENTER MY HALLOWED ABODE to fix it), I would stand in the center of the room. And I would start talking to myself. Out loud. “WHAT IS ONE THING YOU CAN DO. PICK ONE THING. FIND A THING. YOU CAN DO IT. DO IT!! COME ONNNNN!!,” I would end up urging myself, much in the tone of Ellen Ripley screaming at an airlock not closing fast enough. And finally, I would spot something like a mostly empty box of crackers from seven months ago. “THROW IT AWAY. DO IT. GOOD, YOU DID IT!!”

That tiny spark of dopamine would help me loosen up; there would be less browbeating from that point. “Okay! What next! What can we do! LOOK IT’S AN EMPTY GIFT BAG” but I really want to save that “NOPE GOTTA GO THERE IT GOES.” You’re kind of play-acting a person who has executive functions at that point. But the Accomplishment Dopamine starts building. And pretty soon I would be bustling around picking up Things of my own volition. If I started balking again, I would keep asking myself, “What is the tiniest thing I can do next? Come on, you’re doing great, just go get the Box and keep going.”

See, I would also find a box of some kind, be it a storage container or the last delivery box I (obviously) didn’t throw away, and that would become the I Don’t Know Box. I achieved a lot of spare-room deep-cleaning this way. A key chain. Three stray game pieces. A perfectly good pad of Post-Its. An old coin purse. Mail I haven’t opened yet and probably never will. Where do they go? Fuck if I know, but that’s not my problem right now. Off you go into the IDK Box. Which can be shoved into some quiet corner to be konmari'd later. You either 1) know where an object lives, 2) you know it goes into the trash, or 3) you don’t know, and you make those three options as quick to enact as possible.

You can apply this to just about any hellaciously complex ordeal—talking aloud to force yourself to answer, which then becomes guiding yourself to answer, which then snowballs into getting into the flow of doing things (until you run out of function spoons for the day). “LOOK AT THE EMAIL. LOOK AT IT. ANSWER THE EMAIL. GOOD. MAKE THE PHONE CALL” noooo I hate the phone call “COME ONNNNNN!!!!” aaaaaaaa “YAY WE DID THE PHONE CALL.” And I really don't do this as often as I should, because it does actually work (for me). I know not everyone can do it--including me, much of the time—but it's an idea to add to the toolbox.

[secretsecretbunny]

Just friends: stray kids smau.

Get to know the characters/story set up.

pairing: lee minho x f!reader - roommate!skz.

genre: fluff, angst, smau, (maybe smut in the future idk yet, may have written parts as well) roommates au.

notes/set up: boys are non idols, but some still do music/dance + other jobs. they all live together in a big ass house that's owned by richboy!felix's family. chan, minho, changbin, and y/n were college friends. chan and felix are cousins. felix, hyunjin, han, seungmin, and innie were college friends. literally all college dropouts which is what they all bonded over. ended up living together by association basically. chan, bin, and han are still 3racha, and are known, just not famous.

↓about them↓

chan: nicknames- channie, dad, pops, paparacha, sometimes gets called chris but usually only when someone's mad/serious. producer for social media musicians/small time musicians, and 3racha. almost always at the studio. group dad. supportive, sweet, helpful, responsible, overworker, protective, peace keeper. loves his friends more than anything, also loves music, romcoms, running/jogging, working out with changbin. well off but not super rich.

minho: nicknames- min, catboy, grumpy, twinkle toes, dancing queen, loverboy, hoe. choreographer/dance instructor. cold on the outside, squishy in the middle. doesn't express his feelings well, but tends to be softer around y/n. loves cats, movie nights, night walks/drives, and true crime podcasts. social weed smoker and drinker. hardworker, sarcastic, flirty, funny, makes inappropriate jokes. he likes to pretend he doesn't care, but secretly does.

changbin: nicknames- binnie, bin, binbo, crybaby, muscle man, beefcake. personal trainer, duh. loud. straight up himbo. his appearance scares people but he's protective, kind, caring, and will cry at cute things/when he's happy. absolutely loves cute things, y/n's cooking, cheesy TV dramas, rapping, working out, and affection. all around soft boy until you piss him off.

hyunjin: nicknames- hyune, hyunnie bun, jinnie, gorgeous, rapunzel, punzie, bob ross. he's rich. also sells his art. sarcastic, blunt, artistic, boujie, addicted to shopping. also likes to pretend he doesn't care, but probably cares too much. loves painting, drawing, and being lazy with his friends. a little in love with felix, no one can tell if he's serious or not. will absolutely start painting on the walls, floors, or ceilings just because he can. everyone loves it though.

jisung: nicknames- hanji, ji, hannie, babygirl, smokeshow, bud, han yolo. does random odd jobs and makes a suspicious amount of money from it + sometimes streams with felix. stoner, great friend, supportive, anxious, hyper, has mad adhd, loves anime, rapping, and sweets. he's a little weird but in a good and cute way. loves sharing his weed with his friends. also loud.

felix: nicknames- lixie, lix, pixie, sunshine, golden boy, richy rich, brownie boy, angel. also just rich, part time streamer. literally sunshine ofc. social butterfly. always trying to drag y/n or one of the boys somewhere. sweet, generous, kind, happy, excitable, loves cute things, baking, video games, and also anime. him and ji bond over it.

seungmin: nicknames- seungminnie, minnie, puppy, bitch, dickhead, devil. luxury dog walker (started his own dog walking business). sarcastic, sometimes rude, easily annoyed, but overall a great friend. likes dogs more than people. protective af but tries to hide it. will 100% shut off his rude and sarcastic comments if his friends really need him. loves pranks, coffee, singing, writing, and scary movies.

jeongin: nicknames- innie, in, babyboy, coffee boy, bigmouth. barista at a fancy coffee shop. wants to make his own money and not live off of his wealthy parents. sweet, kind, generous, can be sarcastic when he wants to be. loves animals, coffee, video games, asmr, and singing. can't keep a secret to save his life. plays innocent but is definitely not. once smoked weed and and cried because he couldn't remember how to make a latte. never smoked again. he's the only one of the boys who calls y/n noona.

y/n: nicknames- bug, bubs, princess, tiny, sweetheart, pretty, feisty, attitude, noona. has lots of secrets and trauma. no one knows what she does for work. she refuses to tell the boys and any time they have tried to find out she catches on and puts a stop to it. they just know she's getting paid well. sweet, kind, funny, people pleaser, messy. has an attitude sometimes and can hold a grudge. when in a fight or flight situation it's 50/50. she'll either punch you in the face or run so far her legs turn to jelly. acts confident and bold: isn't. just a great actress. gets sad often but pretends she's not. loves cooking, ghibli movies, plants/flowers, cuddling, fire, and her friends. hates her family. smokes with ji a lot but is a social drinker. she grew up really poor so she tends to get anxious about spending money/people spending money on her. 100% gets princess treatment regardless.

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Aaron Hotchner X Derek Morgan X ADHD Autistic teen reader

Summary: Aaron Hotchner and Derek Morgan interrogate a 14 year old daughter of Unsub who has ADHD and is autistic, she was abused by her father her whole life. A bomb gets set off and she protects them

Third person pov...

14 year old Y/N had been in a small interrogation room for the last hour alone, your probably wondering how she knows that because she's been keeping count in her head.

Early on that day the police came looking for her farther but he wasn't there, instead she got taken to the police station and handcuffed (after she accidentally lashed out when they touched her) she's autistic and doesn't like touch- the police didn't listen when she tried to explain to them.

So here she sits, for the last 5 minutes she has been tapping her foot repeatedly on the floor, she has ADHD and couldn't sit still for long, but she was handcuffed to the table so she couldn't stand up and stim.

She then started humming the same tune over and over and over until a man shouts at her to shut up over the com. "Someone's grumpy" she mutters, deciding to go back to tapping her foot repeatedly.

She was beginning to get overwhelmed with everything. "Can I go now please?" She asks into the room but obviously towards the two way mirror.

She got no response. "Please, I don't like it here" she whispers shouting not going to work she realised, suddenly the door is opened two men walk in.

Y/N tenses, with her dad she doesn't like being around men, angling her body away from them she waits until they speak.

Eyebrows slams a files down on the table making her flinch at the loud sound, the Grumpy looking man just stares. "What- Do you know what these are?" He demands, Y/N shakes her head not looking at the man.

She looks down then shuts her eyes. "N-no I don't please" she cries squeezing her eyes shut not wanting to look at the pictures, they where of the victims died in the bombings that happened.

"I don't like it here" she cries pulling on the cuffs trying desperately to yank them off, eyebrows tries to grab her to stop but she kicks out. "No don't touch" she cries almost in hysterics.

Eyebrows holds up his hands and moved out of reach. "Okay I won't touch you, we won't touch you Y/N" he says teying desperately to calm her down.

Grumpy pants- as Y/N dubbed, walked out of the room putting his phone tk his ear, Hotch calls Penelope. "Yello" "Garica, Y/N L/Ns file does it have anything about mental disorders or anything like that?" He asks confused with the girls strong reactions.

After a few seconds Penelope gets back. "It says here that she is Autistic and has ADHD sir" Hotch thinks "that makes sense, thanks Garica" "your welcome Bossman" Hotch then walks back into the room.

Derek is far away from the girl. "Morgan" Derek walks over. "We forgot one thing that all the victims have in common, they are all neurodivergent in some way" he explains to the man.

They then both look over at the girl, she was back to tapping her foot repeatedly

"Y/N, are you autistic?" Asks Hotch, the girl nods her head. "Yes I am, I tried to explain to the idiots in blue but they wouldn't listen" she says it was the most they heard her say.

"Can I have these off now please?" She asks, her voice quiet like she expected to be shouted at. Derek looks ar Hotch the man nods his head. "Sure" he says and unlocks Y/N hands.

The 14 year old instantly jumps up from the desk, absently rubbing her red wrists, she begins pacing back and forth flapping her hands. The men watch her as she stims.

"We just want to talk to you about your father." Says Hotch, Y/N stops stimming and looked up at them with wide, frightened eyes.

She was small in stature, but her piercing gaze held a hint of strength that took the two seasoned agents by surprise. "My father is a monster" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hotchner and Morgan exchanged a knowing glance. They had seen this before – the child of an Unsub who had been subjected to unimaginable abuse and trauma.

"Y/N does you father treat you well?" Asks Derek carefully, Y/N looks down she nervously rings her fingers as she thinks.

"He doesn't" she confesses. "He hates that I'm different, he thinks it's wrong and tries to beat the 'retardness' out of me" she confesses crying as she paces back and forth in the little space.

Hotch and Morgan eye each other from the corner of their eyes then look at Y/N.

"We know, hes a monster which is why we need to find him" Morgan replied gently. 'But we need your help to find him. We believe he may be planning to harm more people.'

Y/N hesitated for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. It was a map, with a clearly marked location circled in red.

'That's where he's keeping his bombs" she said, sliding the paper across the table. Hotchner and Morgan looked at each other in shock.

They had been searching for those bombs for weeks, and here it was, handed to them by a scared teenage girl.

They immediately sprang into action, calling for backup and racing to the location. But as they arrived, they realized that Y/N had also been telling the truth about another thing – her father had taught her how to make bombs.

Before they could even process the situation, a loud explosion ripped through the air. Hotchner and Morgan were thrown back by the blast, but they were quickly pulled to safety by Y/N who had shielded them with her own body.

She lay unconscious, her small frame protecting them from the debris, Y/N was rushed to the hospital, and after a few days, she regained consciousness.

Hotchner and Morgan were there, by her bedside, along with a team of doctors and nurses who were amazed by her bravery.

"We couldn't have stopped him without you,' Hotchner said, his voice filled with sincerity, the girl looked up at them and smiled weakly. "Can I be part of your team now?" She asked, her eyes sparkling with hope.

Hotchner and Morgan shared a smile, knowing that Y/N had found a new family in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Despite the darkness of her past, she had shown courage and strength that they had rarely seen before.

And as they welcomed her into their team, they knew that together, they could take on anything that came their way.

The end!

Hope you liked this one shot sorry for the late update been a busy week but I am now on Christmas break and will update regularly.

As usual sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1204

[girlkisser13]

apollo cabin headcanons

children of apollo

• apollo claims his children with a radiant golden aura with "we are the champions" playing triumphantly in the background.

• they are all born with a golden ring around the iris of their eye.

• many, if not all of them are born around sunrise and die around sunset.

• whenever there's a day that the sun isn't shining, it means a child of apollo has died and the sun god is mourning them.

• sometimes, someone will sing a random note, and then everyone around them will harmonize with them.

• the infirmary is always so HECTIC. like they all have insanely good accuracy so they’re just constantly throwing medical supplies at each other.

• they’re experts at hiding earbuds under their clothes so that teachers don’t see them.

• they’re all really sensitive to sounds. every tune that is off-key is the equivalent of a fork scrapping against a plate.

• their adhd is worse than most demigods because they can’t stand silence. long testing periods where you have to be silent are absolute torture for them.

• they all have some form of synesthesia.

• it’s harder for them to get sick compared to other demigods but when they do, it’s a mess. they take a lot longer to recover from the sickness.

• they’re always awake at the crack ass of dawn. not because they’re the children of apollo, but because apollo plays loud rock music every morning at a frequency that only his kids can hear.

• they’re basically roosters.

• they all have perfect pitch (they can tell what a note is just by hearing it).

• not all of them are good healers but there are certain times when it is mandatory for all children of apollo to be working in the infirmary.

• these times are mostly during and after war, an outbreak of a highly contagious disease, or after a particularly violent game of capture the flag.

• those who can't heal cut bandages, hand things to their siblings, and comfort scared patients.

• during the winter they always have the feeling of the warm sun shining on their skin even if it isn't there.

• as cool as they try to act, they are all shakespeare enthusiasts and can't help but quote it if you get them started.

• twins are common in the cabin since it sort of runs in the family.

• they’re ready for a musical number at any time. like one of them can yell the first note of a song and everyone else will join in.

• because artemis has her hunters, apollo tends to have more sons than daughters (it evens things out). when a daughter of apollo arrives to camp, her brothers are super overprotective over her.

• they’re known for replying to things with song lyrics.

• those who are musically inclined had formed an acapella group called the acapollos.

• they are completely terrified of the dark, due to their father being the god of light.

• they don't hate the dark itself— they're afraid of what they can't see, resulting in each of them having night lights above their beds. these night lights are shaped like the sun.

• they tend to glow when they’re near their crush or favorite person. the stronger the feelings are, the brighter the light is.

• they have secret late night jam sessions with lyres, pan flutes, and tambourines that can go all night. apollo listens in with a magic radio whenever they happen.

cabin exterior

• the cabin is bathed in a soft, golden glow, reminiscent of sunlight. this effect is most pronounced at sunrise and sunset, symbolizing apollo's dominion over the sun.

• the walls are adorned with intricate sun motifs and celestial designs, depicting various phases of the sun, stars, and constellations.

• musical notes and lyres are carved into the woodwork, reflecting apollo's role as the god of music. wind chimes made of delicate metals hang from the eaves, creating a harmonious melody when the breeze blows.

• quivers of arrows and archery targets are prominently displayed around the exterior.

• golden and yellow flowering vines, such as sunflowers and marigolds, climb the cabin walls, adding a natural touch and symbolizing the sun's life-giving energy.

• the architecture features clean lines and an open, airy design, with large windows to let in plenty of sunlight, creating a bright and welcoming atmosphere.

• one wall is dedicated to a mural depicting scenes of various prophecies, showcasing apollo's gift of foresight. the mural changes and updates itself magically as new prophecies are made.

cabin interior

• various musical instruments, such as lyres, guitars, and harps, are scattered around the cabin. there are also dedicated spaces for practice and impromptu jam sessions, complete with sheet music stands and comfortable seating.

• the walls are adorned with paintings and murals created by the campers. these artworks depict scenes from mythology, portraits of famous musicians, and abstract representations of music and light.

• the interior decor uses a warm color palette of golds, yellows, and oranges, creating a sunny and cheerful ambiance. the furnishings are made of light-colored woods, adding to the bright and airy feel.

• one wall is dedicated to a large blackboard or whiteboard where campers can jot down lyrics, poems, and song ideas. this serves as a collaborative space for creativity and inspiration.

• several small, soundproof practice rooms are available for campers to practice their instruments, sing, or record music without disturbing others.

• a corner of the cabin is dedicated to repairing and maintaining musical instruments. it is equipped with tools, spare parts, and workbenches for campers who enjoy the technical side of music.

• the cabin is designed with excellent acoustics, ensuring that music sounds rich and vibrant. this makes the entire cabin feel like a resonant chamber, enhancing the musical experience.

cabin traditions

• on the winter solstice, they stay up all night so they can see their dad and all celebrate by saying "welcome back!"

• they have a weekly archery challenges among themselves with rotating themes, like shooting while blindfolded, hitting moving targets, or shooting from unconventional angles.

• they have an annual slam poetry competition in june when everyone is back at camp.

• the cabin regularly holds workshops on different aspects of healing, from herbal remedies to more magical techniques. they often team up with the demeter cabin for plant-based healing knowledge.

• they organizes an annual talent show open to all campers. it’s a fun, light-hearted competition where everyone can showcase their skills, whether it's music, archery, healing, or something completely unexpected.

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[astrologicalsstuff]

Some more

Astrology observations

Scorpio risings causing drama without even meaning to

Capricorns are the hottest placement sun and rising

Everyone says it’s probably Leo or libra or Taurus but Capricorns have this I’m hot and it doesn’t matter energy. Like those placements know they’re hot. They got the bone structure and legs

Everyone thinks it’s Scorpio but I would NOT WANT TO MAKE AN AQUARIUS ANGRY. These people can be calculated and smart. They don’t feel in the same way other people do typically so they can really whip out some unwarranted shit.

Aries moons going 0 to 100 in half a second.

Virgo aries combos especially Virgo sun aries moon or Virgo rising aries… acting first thinking later and regretting everything:((( these can be some very… stimulated people.

Cancer Leo Taurus in the big three loyal and selfless with a dash of manipulation

Leo Venus will like you and still make you chase for a year you’d better be ready to chase!

Venus in the second know their self worth.

Mercury in Pisces/Sagittarius or in the 9th or 12th house how’s that ADD/ADHD??

Cancer stellium/ Virgo stellium with those stomach problems.

Where your 6th house ruler sits is how your health shows up. 6th house ruler in the third might need glasses or have hand problems. 6th ruler in the 12th might have mental health problems. 6th ruler in the 5th watch your heart.

Aquarius moons are so chill if your not tryna have a relationship with them and humble too. Like they won’t start shit.

Neptune in fire houses (1 5 & 9) have the reputation of being mysterious but isn’t as mysterious as everyone thinks, they don’t really know themselves either lol.

Further, neptune in the first just doesn’t see themselves the way you see them

Neptune in the 5th probably have identity issues, people like them better on drugs. Struggle to see themselves the way others see them causing misinterpretations

Neptune in the 9th people don’t see the spirits on your side lol. Maybe people don’t see that you can see through them

Saturns not all bad, in houses where you must acquire (earth houses 2 6 10)

Moon in the ascendant will have children especially with planets in the 5th.

Capricorn or Saturn in the 5th may have a hard time conceiving or having children

Uranus in the 5th… just make sure you wrap it cause get ready for those unexpected pregnancies. Also what’s up with those one night stands??

Neptune in the 11th most likely means friends at a distance or friendships where you do a lot of drugs and alcohol. Friends Can be artists as well. Best case I think these people are celebrities and connect with masses online.

Mars in Leo are HORNY and loud about it

Pluto in the third can cut people with their words

Moon in the 10th makes people comfortable around you yet a distance between you and other people?

Neptune in the 10th where’s your dad lol?

12th house ruler in the 10th everyone talks about you behind your back so much gossip

Virgo men lowk like it when you call them out🫢🫢

Pisces moons can’t stop lying huh? Like you don’t even know why your doing it

Virgo rising s are so hot. Like subtle beauty look good without makeup.

Virgo sun women’s personality is basically just whatever copies and compliments their best friend…

Fire sign moons are soo DRAMATIC

Moon in first = heart in sleeve

Thanks for reading let me know what you think please don’t copy my information!

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Hi there! I was wondering if I could request a scenario for Identity V? Specifically for Norton? I love the way you write for him!

Okay so, it’s safe to say that since Norton and Fools Gold are basically the same person, they feel the same way about things, including people. What if the reader (female or gender neutral) discovers Norton’s feelings toward them after having a match against Fools Gold and confronts him about it? Like rather than chair the reader, FG acts possessive toward them and teases them? Confrontation with Norton could end in fluff or NSFW, up to you!

Thank you!

Fool's Gold be normal challenge part 2 lol but im mad i lost my idea midway (curse u adhd!)

Rated Mature | Warning: relationship -in psychologist voice-

With how long you have been running your chest is starting to hurt, which does not help the limited places to run are getting smaller and smaller. Luckily, the map is Chinatown and there are plenty of places to hide. Not so lucky, as the hunter is well aware of those places. Not a rare map to be placed in but frequent as the Arms Factory or Sacred Heart Hospital. 

With a dash upstairs and your legs give out, your chest burns but your heart does not stop racing as the hunter is still nearby.

You have been tunnel-hunted before by hunters, never for a reason-- Sometimes. However, you have never felt like a mouse in a game of cat and mouse, there is a teasing nature and you hate it. Fool’s Gold can be mean but he is no Ithaqua or Ripper, still for him to get seemingly off on you running away— His laugh loud— Worries you. The costume he has on does not help as he looks like a demon from the seven hells ready to claim your soul!

“Sparky, where are you~!” In a sing-song voice as he comes up the stairs. You go still, your dark costume is to your advantage as you hide behind a mannequin. The heavy footsteps have you holding your breath as you emerge from the stairway. His eyes looked around, his intimidating height towering above everything. He turns in your direction, golden stylized pickaxe but then lowers it as he hears a cipher pop.

“I will be back for you later.”

You have experienced fear but the rush of it never gets easier.

The hunter throws his weapon before using the magnetism to pull himself out of the opening in the store. You dash immediately out the other way refusing to just pray he forgets you.

He does not, he waits for you to be rebirthed by Embalmer's casket. You stumble out still hurt but alive, Fool's Gold leaning against a wall cleaning the caked-on blood on his hand, his pickaxe nowhere in sight.

“Sparky.”

“Only Norton calls me that.” Getting ready to book it.

“I am Norton.” Stepping forward, “Better than that brat.” You step to the side.

“No, you are some fucked ‘what if’.”

Fool's Gold stands at his full height, his one eye glowing almost brighter in this dark area, “Careful, sparky, I can let you escape through the dungeon if you behave.”

“I will hit you.” That makes him laugh, “I have one fuse left, we can go together.” Because you are not above being crazy.

“That I do not doubt,” Closer but you stand firm, “But you used all your tools. Too bad it didn't help that prison rat.” When you actually attempt to hit him, he is careful not to use his solid hand. His deformed hand holds you in place, the magnetism holding it together is used to keep you on the table as you try thrashing about. “You could've left him alone!”

“Yeah? Maybe you should've let me have you.” Standing over you, “Kiting me only pissed me off.” It is true the time he had you in his sights you made your business to be annoying. He scares you! Like right now. Being pinned down on a table with him between your legs. His solid hand traces your face.

“He didn't mark you.” Spoken when he yanks down your top to expose your neck and part of your chest. The marks on your skin are always from Norton, friends with benefits arrangement.

“What, you plan on doing it for him?” Playing fearless but you are fearful, this is the darker part of Norton. The demon everyone tries to hide made manifest, Norton hates it— Hates him.

“Why else do you think I have you here and not bleeding you out.” As if he would waste his time bleeding out anyone, maybe himself but that work he does not feel like bothering with. “Are you going to fight me?”

You weigh your options, “Mess around and find out, sport.”

His grin is wide, His teeth look sharp, and your inner masochist is excited.

He let you go via the dungeon, your legs hurt and you know your chest and neck must look like a mess. Easy to hide until you find Norton in your room waiting. He hates it when you have matches with his counterpart, especially the tunnel-hunting you most of the time.

“(Name).” Standing up the moment you entered, he put down the charm you made him on the bed where he was sitting.

“We should talk.”

Talking usually with Norton means he has to sit and listen and consider things, you only inform him so he has time to process and return to you. However, given the things Fool's Gold— Other Norton—was open about. Details are murky as he is not exactly like Norton, but the raw feelings are there, all laid bare because he refuses to standby and let his other self be an idiot.

The conversation is long, but no tears, and a few awkward silences but it ends with an understanding. Sex does not happen, Norton learning the ability to be grateful does not mean sex. Plus, the prospector is conflicted about how his other self thinks he has the right to touch you.

“I mean he is you?”

“I don't care! You're mine.”

“Oh, can you say that again for me, sport?”

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🗒 ❛ Calling You Out Based On Your Favorite Creep ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Masky

#Notes: requests open!

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

He was definitely your childhood crush. You probably used to grab some random kitchen knife and pretend you were some serial killer psychopath at age like, 12 (<- self callout). Did anyone say trouble maker? Being a manace doesn't make you quirky. If you're afab, you probably went through a "I'm not like other girls" phase (if you did, happy pride month, you filthy transexual). Also, good luck with the anger issues.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ben Drowned

Smoking weed isn't gonna solve your problems. Neither is spending three days straight without sleeping or skipping your medicine. You don't have to be necessarily a gamer, but you're definitely a nerd of some kind. You had a "weird kid" childhood (fnaf, creepypastas, batim, nightcore and Melanie Martinez songs, etc). Also, you're a pushover.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

How are the parental issues treating you? How about the borderline personality disorder? You've probably been called "immature" before quite a few times. Did people ever complain about you being "too loud" when you were excited and now you barely talk at all? Yeah, good luck with the undiagnosed ADHD.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

I know you've been hurt in the past, but that doesn't mean you can just isolate yourself from the planet. People aren't all bad. Having more books than friends isn't something to be proud of. Clinging to that one friend you have like your life depends on it isn't a healthy coping mechanism.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Laughing Jack

I'm sorry you had to grow up too fast and act like an adult while you were a kid and now you're regressing as an adult. Plushies aren't a good replacement for therapy. The abandonment issues are from your parents, aren't they? You either love or hate kids, no in-between.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky

Damn, those are some SERIOUS daddy issues you got there. And is that a degradation kink I see? This man is not a good replacement for your lack of a father figure, I'll tell you this much. And no, having crushes in men three times your age isn't healthy, either.

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Marauders era Headcanons

I’ll be adding to this throughout the storyline

Masterlist

Sirius Black:

- Partially Deaf, because there is no way he came out inbred and totally unscathed.

- Genderfluid because he’s an indecisive bitch

- Loves when his hair is braided no matter how much he says otherwise (also likes his head scratched)

- Paints his nails just to chip them cause he thinks it looks hot (same thing with smudging eyeliner)

- Calls Lily ‘Evans’, until she and James get together then he calls her ‘Mrs. Potter’

- annoyed he has to share James

- Fidgets with his hair and finger/rings constantly, because he definitely had ADD

- Makes this claw thingy with his hand when he’s nervous (if you know where this is from ily)

- Can dance REALLY WELL (ballet), because of that pure blood privilege, and does the stance naturally

-Can play the violin but is embarrassed so learns guitar so if someone asks him if he plays an instrument he can just say that instead

- Sexuality = Hot people aka Remus Lupin ( he’s just a whore idk what else to say)

-Touch starved/attention whore

- Such a fucking G, this man would riot for anything his friends ask

- If you walked into his closet you would think two people put their stuff in there, no, just him

- Speaks French

Remus Lupin:

- Poor boy is depressed

- And actually poor which is why he sells weed or other muggle things (he hustles the shit out of the students at Hogwarts by saying everything is ‘exotic’ and they believe him because everyone thinks he’s smart)

- Touch starved but doesn’t like to be touched (if you know you know)

-Bisexual panic. All. The. Time.

-Oblivious as hell to the fact everyone wants him— I mean everyone

- Loves tea. SO. MUCH. TEA.

- Has a book club with Lily

- Got a ton of piercings and tattoos over fifth year’s summer, but people rarely see them cause he’s always wearing sweaters or covered up some how

-His whole closet look like it should belong to an old man, yet he still slays

- Bites his lips and inside of cheek a lot, so James carries around lip balm for him

- When he’s high he’s chill

- But he’s hysterical when he’s drunk

-Can read multiple languages, but his pronunciation is god awful (Sirius makes fun of him for it)

-Has Chocolate on hand at all times because once he didn’t and he threw Snape across the classroom

-Man is an uncoordinated tree

James Potter:

- Both the Mom and child of the group somehow

- Takes lots of naps

-Sorry to say but Gryffindor is his personality

- Foot taps

- Holy shit this guy is ADHD

- ‘Bambi’ is his other nickname, and he thinks it’s cute until he watches the movie

- The healthiest mentally of the group

- Golden retriever vibes

- If James hasn’t seen Sirius within 30 minutes and he doesn’t know where he is, he gets panicked

-Has a thing for Youngest siblings apparently (Lily and Regulus)

-Obsessed with Babies

- Definition of himbo sometimes

- He’s good at every sport he tries

- Queer

- Trained Sirius not to say Mudblood throughout first and second year

Peter Pettigrew:

- Trans (I’ll go more in-depth later)

- Ace

- if Social anxiety was a person

- Bakes like an absolute KING

- Chews fingernails, so Sirius got him leather gloves to matches his own to get him to stop

- Knows random shit/facts

-also knows everyone’s business because no one pays him any attention

- Short king

- Hilarious, practically makes the group piss themselves when alone in the common room

- Loves everything fuzzy

- Has been in love with Mary since third or fourth year, but hasn’t said anything because he knew about her and Lily

- Has family trauma too, but he doesn’t thinks it’s enough to complain about because of what he’s seen with Sirius

- Was the first to master turning into an animagus

-As bad as Sirius and James with worrying about his hair, just less loud about it

-He knew about wolfstar before James

Lily Evans:

-Pansexual

- Politics Queen

- As sassy and sarcastic as Sirius

-Stress cleans

- the Left corner of her forehead twitches when she’s mad

- Thick girl (her thighs are HUGE and James practically drools over them 24/7, respectively ofc)

- Short 5’

- the others have to keep her within arms reach because she gets lost easily in crowds, her hair is the only thing that helps

- Human calculator (she gets perfect marks on every subject EXCEPT DADA, which is the class Sirius and James do; it annoys her to no end)

- Most likely to actually throw hands

- Fangirls openly about book characters (with Remus)

- Can’t sing to save her life (poor babe just wants to sing abba, but she just ends up being made fun of)

-Vowed to not cut her hair until she graduated, so around sixth year she had to start braiding it because if she didn’t she’d sit on it

- Can forge a signature/handwriting very well

- Is actually really insecure about her magical abilities because of the rift it caused between her and Petunia

Marlene McKinnon:

-Lesbian

-The only person to actually make her question her sexuality is Remus, and that’s because it’s fucking Remus Lupin

- During fourth year when her and Sirius were ‘dating’, they were just teaching each other how to flirt with girls/guys and they’d kiss just to practice

-Obsessed with Piercings (begged Remus to give her a couple after he told her about how he had the supplies)

- One of the best players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team/ uses it as anger management (Beater position)

-Her and Sirius have an agreement to tell each other the weekly outfit plan so they don’t wear the same thing or color (red or black mostly)

- Roasting people is her platonic love language

-Can play every band instrument

-She looks like a tough, rocker chick but is a softie for Dorcas

- Intimidates everyone because she’s low key buff (can bench more than James and Sirius combined) and super tall (looks like a giant next to Lily)

-Can’t speak in front of Dorcas at first, yet Dorcas understands her

-Big on PDA which leads to Sirius gagging obnoxiously

-Her and Sirius “fighting” is for show so people stop shipping them together/ teasing them

- Dyslexic so Lily and Dorcas read to her if there’s anything important (which leads to them doing it even if she’s not around)

-Simps for James Mum (but who wouldn’t)

Dorcas Meadowes:

- Part of the Slytherin skittles

- Non-binary

-Demisexual

- Dark humor and it’s worse when she’s around Regulus and Barty

- Nyx is her first girl kiss in my oc story (Marlene probably was for every other story)

-Big softy when it comes to Marlene

-Resting bitch face

- Amazing artist/ sketching Marlene constantly

- Makes jewelry (Marlene and her matching rings, and friendship bracelets/ necklaces for the others that they can never take off— she warns them before hand)

- Will go batshit crazy if she stays up after 12 am

-Gets super competitive when playing Quidditch

- Rants about how much she loves pockets every 20 minutes

- Instinctively moves closer to someone she knows when she’s in public

- More introverted than the rest, would rather stay in the common room and chill

-makes a ton of your mom jokes

Mary Macdonald:

- Pansexual or Polysexual

-She loves to embroidery/making clothes, so if anyone needs something made or tailored they go to her

-Hypes everyone up all the time, ‘don’t disrespect yourself’ vibe

- Has the best alcohol tolerance in the group

-James potter triggers her for a multitude of reasons; they have a banter relationship

- She always has what you need in her bag— like Mary Poppins

-Lily was her first love and friend

- SUCH a good listener (like I know canon Remus and Lily would be the best listeners, but I think it’s Mary)

- Both her and Remus had a glow up fourth year and everyone wants to either be them or be with them

- Loves dancing, will do it randomly while doing absolutely anything

-Hates cold weather, she’ll literally wear five jackets DON’T play

-Has had or does have a eating disorder because of societal pressure of internal judgment; not to mention people definitely paint her out to be a ‘slag’ because she happens to be more open about her sexuality (and they don’t do it to Sirius because we live in a fucked patriarchy)

- Will scream “fuck the police” or “fuck the Patriarchy” when running away from an authority figure (or just Lily/Remus)

-vegetarian 

-Extroverted (loves to be around people/hates being alone)

Regulus Black:

- Asthma (again, can’t escape inbreeding completely)

-Has permanent dark circles, yet he still looks beautiful??? Looks like eyeshadow to be real

- Demisexual

-trans

-Scratching his knuckles is a severe nervous tick of his

-Writes poetry and short stories

- Plays the piano

-Started playing quidditch to interact with Sirius more and to impress him (but as he got older he didn’t really give a shit anymore)

-Speaks French and Reads Latin

-Really into Astronomy

- He had a crush on James in fifth year but didn’t pursue it because he still somewhat resented him for having Sirius all to himself (and he knew Sirius would get mad)

-Cusses a lot when around his friends

-Best poker face, could lie to anyone and get away with it

-Photographic memory

-Nice to all the House elves (and all the Marauders except Sirius and James)

Pandora, Evan, and Barty

Evan and Pandora are siblings

Everyone in the Marauders and Slytherin Skittles have agreed that Pandora has to be protected at all cost

What they don’t know is that this girl is lethal (Carries around potions she’s created that could burn through steel)

Barty is hella gay, psychotic, and a bit of a pyro

Barty is also low key obsessed with Regulus

Evan is in love with Barty

Rosekiller is a thing, and it is toxic (don’t we just love it)

I’ll probably add more for Barth, Evan, and Pandora later

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🦋 It’s been A long time coming 🦋

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Cherrie!

Word count: 10.3k

Summary: in which they’re best friends. He’s in love with her and she couldn’t be any more oblivious if she tried. Cue a mischievous four year old sick of him whining…plans are put into action!

The first thing that Charles was greeted with when he stepped through the front door of his best friends apartment was the sound of a loud, screechy whine coming from the velvet couch .

Then another, longer and even louder groan accompanying it as the four year old seated there, crossed legged and playing with a Nintendo switch in her small hands, caught sight of him coming in her home again.

"Oh no!" She whined , frowning over at him as she watched him take off his shoes and leave them by the door.

Going as far as Sighing dramatically at him "not you again!" She almost shouted incredulously , looking genuinely annoyed with his presence in their home, yet again.

Charles could only look at Star in disbelief , a offended look taking over his face as he walked over to the sassy four year old , who never failed to take him down a peg or two.

She was such a lovely gift for sucking out all of his confidence with just one whiny sentence.

"Hey! What's that attitude about sassy!" He exclaimed in shock, frowning back at her just as much as he made himself comfortable on the puff stool in front of her.

Taking a quick glance around the room and into the kitchen, he couldn't hear or see Cherrie yet. But he wasn't worried, it was only five o'clock in the afternoon and Charles knew that she was no doubt going through the bags and bags of clothes that she had bought herself on their shopping trip that morning.

He had wished that he was able to stay to see her fashion show, greatly enjoying watching his favourite person in the world strut her stuff around her bedroom in new clothes as though she was a supermodel. Twisting and turning in every angle possible for him to see and having him cooing over every single outfit that she tried on.

It was a cute little ritual that the two of them had between them for years now , and Cherrie having a baby four years ago had never stopped that either.

The only thing they changed was that instead of one fashion show from his ridiculously hot and should definitely be a supermodel but hates getting her pictures taken friend, he now also got a even cuter fashion show from her little, sassy daughter too.

Cherrie in the newest trends and Star in her princess dresses and costumes that she was currently obsessed with.

It was moments like that between them that Charles truly loved the most. In his mind, they were his own perfect, slightly deranged and possibly a house full of undiagnosed adhd, but equally lovely , family for him.

The very moment that Charles had met Cherrie when they were only teenagers , he had been enamoured with her. How could he not be? She was this beautiful , way out of his league girl who had the looks, the brains and was so fucking funny , and so fucking confident and not afraid to call anyone out on their bullshit, no matter who they were.

He had been hooked from on her since day one.

Somehow his awkwardness and shyness had managed to make her feel sorry enough for him that she just let him follow her around like a lost little puppy all throughout their teenage years.

Their parents cooing at how adorable they were, making bets between the two family's of when their friendship would finally take a turn , to what they all knew was awaiting them in the future .

Because to anyone but Cherrie, it was so insanely obvious that Charles was in love with her. The kind of love that made people cringe and envious at the same time.

The kind of love where nobody else existed whenever she was in his view , poor girls getting brushed off without any second thought when they were growing up, unable to take his eyes off Cherrie. His heart was a one way tunnel for her and he was certain that she was his soulmate. His match. His one and only.

He knew this. His friends definitely knew this. His family also knew this too.

The only one that had absolutely no clue about his not so hidden feelings for her, was Cherrie herself.

Because as much as Charles adored her , as much as he would walk the whole of the Earth bare footed and back for her. There was no denying that she wasn't so smart in the matters of love.

He knew that when they were sixteen and he watched his best friend brutally tell a poor guy a casual , oblivious ' thank you' when he told her that he loved her one night at a party. Giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder before leaving.

Charles had got the boy a soda and sat with him as he cried his little heart out to him about how he thought that he and Cherrie 'had something'. Grimacing to himself the whole time as he awkwardly patted his back and tried not to feel like a complete dickhead for feeling so relieved that she had brutally rejected the sobbing guy.

He also knew it when he was seated on the floor of some run down airport bathroom , wide eyed with shock and disbelief as he tried to comfort the love of his life , who had been sobbing her heart out against his shoulder. Unable to take his tearful eyes off the positive pregnancy test in front of them. Finding out ten minutes before their flight to his next race that Cherrie had gotten herself knocked up by some guy she met in a club with her friends while on holiday, not even knowing who he was or even his name.

It had been the longest time that Cherrie and him had been separated and he couldn't believe that the one time that he wasn't there to stop her from doing stupid decisions. She had ended up getting so drunk that she hooked up with some Italian guy, apparently forgot that condoms existed and ended up leaving her girls holiday with a baby growing inside of her instead.

Charles had been livid. And then shocked. And then heartbroken. Unable to believe that his best friend, the love of his life , was going to have a baby and he wasn't going to be the dad like he had always dreamt of being . It had been a tense month between them at first and the two best friends then had their first real fight.

There was screaming and crying (mostly from Charles) before they had to be forcibly separated . But even when they were arguing , he couldn't be without her. She still traveled alongside him to all of his races , still cheered for him and still wore his Ferrari shirt on her back .

And that was when Charles realised that it didn't matter, none of it did. At the end of the day , Cherrie was pregnant and it wasn't his baby. And they were still only friends.

He had no right to be mad .

And it was when he picked up a tiny baby , Ferrari onesie that he realised that just because he wasn't the dad didn't mean he couldn't be there for her and the baby. He could still step into that role that unfortunately couldn't be filled by the real father seeing as Cherrie had absolutely no clue to who he even was.

It was that simple. And Charles had cried as he babbled apology's to his best friend , promising her that she wasn't going to have to face this alone. That he would be there for her , always.

It was just Charles, Cherrie and a little baby too now.

He had went to every scan and every appointment with her , and cried his eyes out when they heard the heartbeat and cried even harder when they found out that Cherrie was going to have a girl.

He had ran around like a headless chicken in the middle of the night to find a tearful Cherrie a McDonald's with extra cheese and unsalted fries. Before running around to every supermarket near them to find her a specific brand of cupcakes that she woke up craving almost every weekend . He had even managed not to judge her when she had him running out to get breadsticks with peanut butter for her to dip them into .

He had been there when her waters had broke during a casual hangout with Pierre and his brothers. Pierre managing to catch him just in time before he could faint right into the puddle of wetness beneath her . Hyperventilating all the way to the hospital and having to be given gas and air , struggling not to be sick while Cherrie just glared at his pale , sweaty face in disbelief , panting and screaming loudly as she tried to push the baby out.

He had been there when Star came into the world at a ungodly hour in the morning. Had also cried his eyes out when he got to hold her tiny little body in his arms , grinning in awe through his tears as he told Cherrie that star had her eyes .

He fell in love all over again that morning.

Charles hadn't thought that it was possible to love anyone as much as he loved Cherrie, until little Cherrie came along and stole his heart too. They were his life now.

Even though he still hadn't found the courage to tell his best friend that he was in love with her, that he would never be fully happy with being called 'just a friend' forever.

But he was too scared to tell her so. Instead he settled for just always being there, hoping that one day his, ridiculously oblivious best friend, would realise what a mess he was for her and tell him that she loved him too.

A man could dream.

For now he had watched the cutest little baby grow up into this sassy, sarcastic and quite frankly , mean toddler who had no empathy for his feelings at all.

She was a ruthless little kid and nobody humbled Charles more than four year old Star did.

It was amazing really. That this child giving him attitude was also the same baby he had spent years changing the diapers of. Just Insane.

"You're always here! You say bye bye at dinner but now you're back again!" Star let him know that she wasn't very happy with his arrival again. Giving him a judgmental side glance that she had definitely gotten from her mother .

It was the same look that Cherrie would give him whenever he showed up to the paddock in his red jeans and Ferrari shirt , giving him a unimpressed shake of her head. Apparently the fashion police.

"Ok! That look-" he gestured to her judgmental little face and grimaced "needs to go! I can only take that from one woman. I don't need you copying it!" He told her , trying to hide his grin at how cute she looked glaring at him in her sparkly princess dress. With a loose eyepatch hanging around her neck, the hook from the pirate costume abandoned beside her on the couch.

The four year old just huffed at him "but you're coming tomorrow too! That's too much Charlie! Too much!" She whined, frowning deeply at him.

Charles was offended "hey! Do I need to remind you who bought you that switch in your hands sassy pants? Don't pretend that you don't love me now!" He reminded her, nodding pointedly to the Nintendo device in her hands. The same one that she had begged him to buy her after seeing Pierre play on one a few weeks ago.

Star just grumbled , blinking her big doe eyes up at him. "I do love you Charlie! But you-why go home if you're always here? You don't live here but sometimes I think you do!" She told him, not mad that he was always there. Just confused to why he even had his own place at all.

Charles was stumped , side eyeing her back because she was totally right. He spent more time at their home then he did his own. But he couldn't help it. This was home to him. Anywhere that star and Cherrie were , was his home. As simple as that. He didn't feel right anywhere else without them.

"I'm-well-" he stammered for an answer. Hating that she knew him so well. The knowing look on her tiny little face making him shift nervously "I'm your mommy's best friend so-of course I'm always here! Best friends hangout all the time!" He thought he saved it with that one.

But he had briefly forgotten what a smart ass , little know it all , that star was.

"Best friends don't make goo goo eyes at my mommy !" She smirked at him , one of her top teeth missing. Making her look even more adorable, even when she was calling him out on his bullshit.

Far too much like her mother, Charles mentally groaned in mortification . He wished that Cherrie had the awareness of her child, maybe then he wouldn't be trying to deny to her baby that he was in love with her mother . When he totally was.

It was ridiculous.

Her four year old daughter knew about his feelings for her but his best friend still had absolutely no clue. It was just his luck really.

"I don't make goo goo eyes at your mama!" He quickly decided, flushing red in embarrassment at how unsubtle he apparently was with his love for Cherrie. Christ!

When he saw her little mouth open ready to argue with him, he shot up to his feet and pointed his finger at her with narrowed eyes.

"-and anyways , I helped raise you! You can't talk to

Me like this!" He reminded her in disbelief , wondering where he had gone so wrong.

He walked into the kitchen behind the couch to get himself a bottle of water for his now dry mouth , still side eyeing the grinning child on the couch as he cut her up a piece of cake for her to eat. Hoping that the sweet treat would shut her up.

"You didn't raise me very high Charlie!" She had jokes how. Giggling mischievously at him "our lamp is taller than you!" There were tears in her eyes from how hard she was laughing. Finding herself hysterical.

Charles could only look at her in silent disbelief , blinking slowly in shock as his mouth fell open at her joke.

Shaking his head to himself as he tried to not laugh, not wanting to encourage her even more with insulting him.

Also from Cherrie. He just knew it. She was always cracking jokes at his expense. And he was right.

He heard cherries familiar laugh echo into the room as she walked into the front room, having caught her daughters joke at the right time. She proudly patted her baby's head, laughing loudly to herself as she looked over at Charles defeated stance.

Hand on his hip as he glared at the both of them , speechless.

"This-" he finally found his voice after a long moment , nodding over to a cheeky star "is your fault! She's so mean! Just like you!" He complained, pointing a accusing finger at ber.

Cherrie just slapped his finger down as she passed him, taking his bottle of water he had been gulping down for herself , sipping from it bedore giving him a innocent smile.

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about! I'm an Angel!" She giggled while leaning in to give him a hug, having missed him in the those few hours he had been gone.

As Charles sighed and folded himself into her embrace , he caught Stars smug face from over her shoulder. The four year old lifting up her hands to make a heart as she mocked him.

"You love mommy!" She mouthed at him cheekily , giggling like the menace that she was.

Charles just flushed and squinted his eyes at her in warning. Lifting his finger to his lips quickly "shut up!" He mouthed back at her before plastering On a innocent smile when Cherrie finally pulled away to look at him again.

Hearing her daughters giggles and seeing Charles red face, she rose a brow in confusion . Looking between them curiously.

"Why are you so red?" She asked her best friend in amusement . Taking a moment to lift her hand and fix his hair for him, his eyelashes fluttering in bliss as he felt her fingers comb through his hair gently.

A pause too long , then Star laughed again "because you're so pretty mommy!" She told her with a wide grin on her chubby face.

Charles went even redder if possible , swallowing when Cherrie just gave him a amused glance.

Smoothing her hands over her tight shirt that was tucked into tiny shorts. Humming to herself , pleased at the compliment she was hearing.

"I know. I look great! My friend literally asked me if I had a boob job when we FaceTimed!" She told Charles casually . Used to telling him everything , no details spaired.

His eyes automatically fell down to her chest, biting down on his bottom lip as he shuffled nervously on his feet. Feeling the familiar heat of attraction rush over him, a feeling he always felt whenever he was faced with her beauty.

"Er-I mean-they do look a little bigger." He admitted to her.

Shamelessly staring now, tilting his head a little to the side as he compared her breasts to how they looked like a few weeks ago. Inhaling a little sharply as he fell into a small daze, not even blinking as he looked at her hardened nipples in the thin shirt she was wearing.

Fuck me. He thought in awe.

Oblivious, Cherrie just grinned happily . "Right! I think my ass has gotten bigger too! I tried on that little black dress that I bought this morning and wheeewww.." she made a impressed noise , smirking confidently at him over her shoulder as she turned around to show him her ass in the skintight shorts she was wearing .

Treating poor , blushing Charles like he was one of her girlfriends that she could gossip too.

"I looked hot as shit! You'll have to fight off the guys next time we go clubbing Charles because damn! I could be on a playboy magazine!" She gushed, proud of how her body looked now.

Meanwhile Charles was just trying not to pass out again , eyes flickering between her big chest and peachy ass. Pulling at the collar of his own shirt and taking deep breaths , trying to calm down his racing heart.

He was definitely not letting her go into any clubs anytime soon . One unexpected baby was enough. And the last time she had looked as hot as this and had been drinking tequila, she wound up pregnant with star.

So, yes. No. That wasn't happening .

No more girls holidays for her. And if she did go out with them bad influences, he would be putting on a wig and a dress and joining their 'girls night' with them!

It should be illegal for her to look this good! How was this fair on his poor heart at all?!

"Yeah.." was all he could breath out, leaning back against the wall . Blinking heavily at her , not knowing what to say. "You look-" he could only shake his head in amazement. There were no English words to describe how beautiful she was, only feelings.

Cherrie just smiled at him when she finally noticed how overwhelmed he looked, A little giggle escaping her as she looked at his red cheeks fondly . Feeling her heart do summersaults in her chest.

"You want to have dinner with us tonight?" She asked him after a moment of just gazing at each other quietly.

Reaching over to take one of his hands in her own, fidgeting with his fingers absentmindedly as she pulled herself up to sit on the dining table. Pulling him to stand between her legs, wanting him to be closer to her.

Charles gave her a shy smile as he gently squeezed her hand three times with his own, nodding his agreement without any hesitation.

"Yes I do want that. Are you making your carbonara again?" He asked her hopefully. Loving when she cooked for him.

Cherrie let out a small giggle, raising a brow at him slyly. "You're not sick of it? I made it two times this week already!" She exclaimed, although flattered that he seemed to love her mediocre cooking so much.

Charles just scoffed, looking at her like she had lost her mind. "Never! I love it because you make it! I love anything you make.." his voice softened as he confessed this small thing to her .

Averting his eyes shyly for a moment , smiling to himself as he felt her hand thread through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp as she hugged his head to her chest with her elbow. Practically cradling him to her as he still stood between her legs . Leaning his weight against her with a content sigh.

"Okay.." she just whispered , overcome with so much affection for him then. She gently kissed the side of his head before their moment was interrupted by a loud voice coming from the couch again.

Charles turned his head to see Star looking at him with a big grin on her face, waving the switch at him with a hopeful look on her cute face .

"You play with me while mommy cooks?" She pleaded with him. Giving him a pout and bug eyes, knowing just how to have him melting in the palm of her tiny hand.

He breathed out a quiet, fond laugh. Giving cherries waist one last, small squeeze before finally pulling away from her. The two exchanging smiles before Charles walked over to the other love of his life, shaking his head at her in amusement .

"What happened to 'why are you always here?' I thought you were sick of me!" He mimicked her earlier whine as he threw himself down onto the couch beside her.

Opening his arm and smiling when Star immediately cuddled up into his side, beaming up at him toothily .

She just giggled at him, snuggling into his chest as she handed him the switch. "Noooo.." she denied while giggling. "I just don’t like it when you leave. If you're going to stay with us I want you to stay forever." She whispered to him so that her mother wouldn't hear . Too busy cooking in the kitchen now.

Charles felt his face soften, gently stroking Star tangled hair away from her chubby face affectionately. Feeling his heart squeeze with nothing but pure love in his chest.

"I'm never leaving okay? You've got me for life." He assured her just as quietly. Pressing kisses into her hair, smiling at her gently.

The four year old sighed contently , content with his immediate Assurance . "Okay." She simply mumbled, already getting distracted.

"Love you Charlie ." She mumbled , yawning.

Charles felt like he could cry, overwhelmed with love for a child that in his own mind, had always been a part of him too.

"Love you more sassy pants." He promised her softly "I love your mommy too." He let her know what she already knew.

Star just giggled and snuggled deeper into his arms, content with being right. Content with him being there. Always.

Star knew that definitely Charles was in love with her mother when she came out of her play room and wandered into her mothers room  to see the racing driver knelt at the end of her bed ,with a large bag of things he had panicked bought with him when Cherrie had texted him that morning, to let him know that she wasn't feeling too good.

He had taken one look at the Calander on his phone, and grimaced as he saw the little notification that let him know what time of the month it was for his best friend. Having been tracking her cycle to himself since the first time he had made the mistake of telling Cherrie to 'calm down' one time when they were teenagers , after seeing her hysterically crying over a Disney movie they were watching.

Charles had never felt fearful of her till that exact moment when his loving, beautiful best Friend had slowly twisted her head to look at him with rage in her tearful eyes, calmly telling him through gritted teeth that if he ever, EVER told her to calm down again.. that she would break his knees, unhinge his jaw and shove his head so far up his arse that he would be shitting French for the rest of his life.

Charles had nearly shit himself .

And since then he had never missed a tracking of her period since . Always wanting to know what kind of danger zone that he was walking into and when to overdo it with the affection and sweet treats, in hopes that she wouldn't start sobbing and threatening his life again, every month.

He also liked to warily keep the four year old at arms length from Cherrie at this very delicate time, understanding that she was in a lot of pain and had absolutely no patience for her daughter asking her stupid questions and throwing barbie dolls at her head when she refused to dress up like one with her.

That was Charles job.

So dressed in a tiara , makeup painted horrifyingly over his face after Stars impromptu makeover , he was looking down at Cherrie in concern , lipstick painted lips and chin and all.

Hesitantly Holding out one of her favourite chocolate bars for her , that he had a box imported from Belgium for special occasions like this.

He adjusted the tiara slipping off his head before speaking up "chocolate?" Meekly escaping him, unsure of how to help her as she curled up into a painful , sad ball on the bed.

Sniffling tiredly as she took the bar from his hands , giving him a wobbly smile. Feeling her heart squeeze warmly in her chest from how considerate he was being to her . How he always knew what to do when she was like this.

"Thank you princess." She joked weakly , smiling tiredly as she looked at Charles dressed up like a melted , barbie princess.

A proud and very smug Star climbing onto the end of the bed to sit next to him, grabbing his face in her little hands as she started to pat glitter onto his blushing cheeks .

Charles just sighed in defeat and lowered his head a little so that she could reach better , a smile tugging at his lips as he looked at the four year olds similar princess getup.

"We're practically twins. But I don't know why I couldn't have been a prince instead." He commented in a small whine. Scrunching up his nose at the tickling feeling of glitter being pressed all over his face.

He didn't even need to look into a mirror to know what a horrifying mess he currently looked like, Cherrie and Stars giggling told him enough.

Squinting his eyes over at Cherrie in warning "shut up. You don't look like such a princess either." He muttered smirking .

Before she could even retaliate , Charles gasped in shock when Star suddenly pulled away from glittering up his face, only to slap his shoulder, hard.

Scowling at him unhappily "don't say that to mommy! Mommy is bleeding! Say sorry! Now!" She stressed , glaring at him . Looking like she was ready to stab him in his eye with the glitter brush in her little hands.

Shocked , but mostly amused by how protective the four year old was of her mother. Charles just chuckled and glanced over at Cherrie , to see her looking smugly back at him. Sticking out her tongue childishly at him.

"Okay! Sorry! I was only kidding!" He quickly assured Star , patting the top of her head gently as he gave Cherrie a smile.

"You could never look anything over than beautiful. I promise." He told her sincerely , feeling giddy when she shyly broke eye contact with him, biting down on her lip before burying her face into the pillow with a quiet giggle.

"God Charles.." Cherrie groaned , grinning fondly "you can't say shit like that to me!" She almost whined, not removing her face from the pillow. Not wanting him to see her reddening face from his sweet compliment .

Charles crawled up the bed till he was sat beside her, placing his hand on her back as he gently rubbed where he knew was hurting with his fingers. Seeing the heat packs he had gotten her sticking to her shirt.

Star quickly crawling over to him as well, trying to copy what he was doing. Looking up at him for approval as she placed her little hand on cherries back and rubbed it in small circles.

"Good job beauty." He praised the four year old with a soft smile, getting a pleased beam in return as they both looked down at her mother with matching grins.

"And why can't I tell you how beautiful you are? Why are you getting so embarrassed huh?" He teased her, gently moving her hair from her shoulders so that he could rub at her shoulders comfortingly too.

Her words were muffled from the pillow, still trying to suffocate herself with it as she answered him quietly "I'm not. But ya know..." she trailed off, not knowing how explain the way he made her feel so mushy and so fucking soft whenever he even so much as looked at her these days.

It was weird , it was strange and quiet frankly , she didn't like it. Charles had always been her best friend, so why did she kind of want to snog his face off when he looked at her with that sweet little grin?

Fucking periods. She blamed immediately. How could she be in so much pain, bleeding from her vagina but still so horny for her best friend?

Kill her now. She groaned into the pillow, hearing Charles laugh beside her. His hands burning through her thin tank top as he massaged her carefully.

"No. I don't know. That's why I'm asking." He teasingly replied. Amused with her unusually shy behaviour .

She was always the cocky , arrogant one out of the two of them. He hardly ever saw her flustered. So this was new.

He glanced beside him to see Star grinning brightly, eyes flicking between her two favourite people mischievously.

"I think mommy wants you to kiss her pain better." She told him confidently. Giggling.

Charles froze for a moment , cheeks flushing as Cherrie finally pulled her head from the pillow to let out a laugh at his unsubtle her daughter was being . Shaking her head in amusement to herself.

Seeing Charles red face, she couldn't help but tease him. To get him back for making her all flustered.

"Yeah Charles. You gonna kiss it better?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him. Wincing a little at the sharp pain in her pelvis , just wishing for it to be over already.

Charles just looked down at the love of his life for a long moment before his eyes flickered down to where her tank top was risen up to her ribs, showing her slightly swollen stomach , a little red from the heat packs she had been pressing to her skin.

It was an oppurinty. One he was not going to refuse. So with a mere shrug, he leaned down to lay between her legs, shuffling his body to get comfortable as he gently rubbed his hand over her cramping stomach, looking up through his lashes to see Cherrie had paused. Having not expected him to actually go through with it.

He gave her a smug little smirk and leaned his face down to her stomach, kissing between her hips and across her aching stomach gently.

"Better yet?" He murmured against her belly button as he pressed another soft kiss to her stomach , peering up at her affectionately .

Loving her even more than he did yesterday.

Cherrie flushed , letting out a nervous laugh as she placed her hand ontop of his head, fingernail scratching lightly at his scalp as he continued to happily kiss her stomach better .

"Yeah. Better." She just murmured with a small smile as she watched Charles pull Star into his side , the four year old giggling as she cuddled into him with a pleased grin on her little face .

"Charlie?" Star spoke up a few minutes later into the comfortable silence that had settled over them.

Charles just gently laying his head against her stomach comfortably , his hand gently patting at Stars back in hopes to lull her to sleep with them.

Yawning himself as he answered her quietly , his eyes fluttering from the feeling of cherries fingers pulling through his hair softly.

"Yeah?"

"Did you used to kiss mommy's tummy when I was in there too?" She asked him quietly , trying to keep herself awake . Eyes fluttering tiredly as she leaned her weight against him fully , barely managing to keep her eyes open.

Charles hummed with a soft smile , eyes flickering up to see Cherrie already smiling down at them, her cheeks a cherry red.

"I did." He admitted to her fondly "you used to kick mommy's Tummy a lot. So much so I thought you would come out a messi fan." He told her with a small laugh. Remembering the hours he used to spend muttering to her swollen stomach with his cheek pressed against her bump when Cherrie was pregnant with star.

Usually when Cherrie was asleep and had no idea that Charles was talking to her baby bump at all, telling her stories and pleading for her to stop kicking cherries ribs so that she could sleep some more. It was his favourite thing to do back then too.

Star giggled a little "I do love football." She said.

Charles just smiled "I know you do. Was kind of hoping you'd be a racer though." He muttered, still certain that she would be a future champion herself.

Star giggled again "you take me?" She asked him in a murmur. Yawning loudly, triggering him to do the same.

Cherrie grinned to herself as she looked down at her little family. Charles and Star half asleep on her stomach, in their own little world together. Almost whispering to each other, his arm around her small shoulders, their heads knocking together gently as they talked.

"Karting? You wanna go?" He excitedly looked at her, chest filling with warmth at the thought of getting to take Star to her first ever karting competitions and days with him.

He would teach her everything he knew. He dreamed of it.

Star just nodded her little head tiredly "yeah. With you though. Mommy's other boyfriend wanted to take me golfing." She snitched to him with a scrunched up nose, looking disgusted.

Charles eyes snapped up to cherries with a scowl "boyfriend? Golfing? It better not be Lando or Carlos Cherrie!" He immediately snapped at her unhappily , huffing pissily at the sudden , unwanted news .

Cherrie just rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head as Star started giggling naughtily.

Charles looking at her in confusion, his face dropping when he realised that he was being played. Again.

"Star! Stop lying! Your tongue will fall out! Mamma Mia!" He scolded her, heart rate slowing down again after that sickening scare. "Don't do that to me!"

Star just looked at him mischievously "why you care if mommy gets a boyfriend?" She challenged him.

Charles stuttered at that , cheeks going red as he avoided both girls amused glances. "I-you-she's my best friend-"

"Mommy can have a best friend and a boyfriend." Star stated smugly to him. Not letting him get away with it. As usual . She loved for his embarrassment.

Cherrie snorted, amused at her little shit stirrer. Enjoying Charles looking like a fish out of water as he tried to find his way out of this one.

"I know that. And-I would like to know. Meet the boyfriend before you did." He defended himself weakly. Burying his face into cherries soft stomach , flustered again now.

Because that was a awful side effect of being in love with your best friend. Being absolutely, horrifyingly jealous at the thought of anyone else being with Cherrie in the ways that Charles could only wish to be .

And well, he hadn't been given a book on how to deal with said jealously. Or what to do about the nightmares he had at the thought of her falling in love with somebody who wasn't him.

And sometimes said jealously lead to irrational actions and lack of thinking straight in his part. Because love made him a little crazy.

Something that the mischievous four year old was well aware of . Which was why that following Saturday ,when he came over to their place to hang out, forgetting to text Cherrie to let her know, so used to just letting himself in.

He was met with a frowning Star looking back at him, the four year old plastering on a pout on her face so that he don't see the naughty smile she had on her face when she saw him walking up to their door.

"Hi Charlie." She mumbled to him, swinging her hands behind her back as she rocked back and forth on her feet innocently .

Charles gave her a smile, eyebrow raising curiosity as he saw a strange look on her cute little face.

“Hi? Where's mommy?" He asked her as he put down the bag of groceries he had bought them onto the counter, wanting to show Cherrie what he had gotten them from the store .

Star sighed dramatically "mommy has a boy over." She told him with a straight face. Sounding sad.

Charles immediately froze. Slowly turning his head back around to look at the four year old with a blank look falling over his face . Blinking rapidly at her.

"Sorry?" He raised both eyebrows at her, feeling his heart rate go up as he slowly glanced down the hallway to where cherries bedroom was. The door closed.

His heart dropped to his stomach when Star just sighed again, nodding her little head in conformation that he wasn't mishearing her.

"Mommy has a boy over." She repeated to him sadly.

Charles let out the Breath he had been holding , eyes glued to the closed bedroom door as he let out a fake laugh.

"Oh really?" Was all he casually muttered before abruptly turning around and stomping over to Stars toy cupboard.

A scowl on his face as he yanked out a nerf gun that Pierre her bought her to torture them with, making sure it was loaded up as he held it in his hands firmly.

"How nice." He gritted out, furious.

He clenched the nerf gun in his hands as he stomped his way down the hall to cherries room without any second thoughts.

“Let's say hello to the little bastard then shall we?" He snapped to himself angrily , jealously clouding his mind and making him miss the way that Star was grinning naughtily behind him.

Quickly following him as she tried to hold back her mischievous giggles, hands clasped over her beaming mouth.

He pressed down on the handle before kicked the door open without any hesitation , throwing himself into the room with the toy gun held high.

Shooting the foam bullets at rapid speed at the poor man stood in her room , the rage making him see nothing but red.

"Well hello assho-" he started to snap at the man, about to make some sarcastic comment to scare him off.

Only to freeze in his place when the man spun around just as Charles shot him again, his eyes widening in disbelief as he watched the rubber bullet bounce off his head .

"Oh no." Fell out of his mouth loudly as he gaped back at cherries pissed off father, dropping the toy gun in a panic. Heart dropping to his ass as well.

"Sergio! Hi! I am so, so sorry!" He spluttered out mortified as he heard Star cackling behind him, her little body falling to the floor in hysterical giggles, tears streaming down her face . Barely able to breath from how hard she was laughing.

Her father just looked down at the foam bullets surrounding him on the floor that Charles had shot him with, pursuing his lips together as he looked at the terrified racer in absolute disbelief.

"You shot me." He stated the obvious. Blinking at him, clearly unimpressed. And so fucking .confused.

Cherrie was also in a heap of giggles on her bed, choking on her own laughter as she and her daughter screeched like birds at his expense. Charles side eyeing her as she kicked her legs out, holding onto her stomach as she almost died of laughter.

Unable to even speak, just pointing at his red face instead , head thrown back as she cackled alongside her four year old daughter who had set him up in the first place.

Charles placed his hands on his hips in disbelief , mouth opening and closing several times as he gaped at her father apologetically .

“I am So sorry." He could only mutter over and over again. Beyond Mortified.

Sending a quick glare over to Star , who was just grinning up at him naughtily, clearly pleased with herself.

"She-star-" he stammered to explain himself to cherries father . A man that he had a fairly good relationship with before he shot him with a nerf gun.

"Your daughter has raised a mean little liar!" He exclaimed with a red face . Pointing at the two of them in blame.

Sergio just let out a long sigh , flicking one of the bullets from his shoulder as he looked back at the embarrassed driver with a small smile.

Shaking his head at him in vague amusement.

"still so guillable?" He simply said to him.

Well aware of how his daughter and granddaughter had poor Charles wrapped around their fingers tightly , and more than aware of how In love with his daughter he was as well.

Sergio had been the one to console a sobbing Charles when he was sixteen , after he had found out that Cherrie had lost her virginity to some guy at a party.

Sergio had to deal with the fact of learning that his daughter was no longer a little girl, and the fact that his daughters, best friend, was also madly in love with her, all in one night.

It had been a long night. One that had him drinking whiskey like water as he awkwardly hugged a sobbing , teenage Charles as he babbled tearfully away to him about how it just wasn't fair. Telling him everything. Including that he was certain that Cherrie was his soulmate. Promising her father that he was going to marry her someday too.

Sergio had also had the privilege of comforting a crying Charles when he had run to him like a snitch after finding out about cherries pregnancy. Crying in her fathers arms all over again, utterly heartbroken.

So it was safe to say that the two of them had become quite close. A certain bond between them that came from watching Charles cry over his daughter all the time, for years on end .

It came from watching a live sick teenager turn into a lovesick man. A strange kind of pride and acceptance coming over her father as he realised that Charles really meant it.

That it hadn’t been a silly little crush. It was love. The heartbreaking kind. The kind that had Sergio rooting for Charles and slapping the back of his own daughters head in disappointment each time she unknowingly broke his poor heart again.

So he couldn't be mad at him really. But he could tease him.

“You'd have thought that you've stop falling for their shit by now Charles." He commented in amusement. Giving him a pat on his back to let him know that it was okay. That he wasn’t going to kill him.

Charles sighed in relief, shoulders sagging as he glared at the still, two giggling women of his life scornfully .

"They’re Such good liars." He breathed out, giving him a embarrassed smile. Cheeks a permanent red now.

“She said you had a boy in your room." He told Cherrie , unable to look any of them in the eyes now. Horrified .

Star just giggled naughtily "grandpa is a boy silly!" She shouted through her laughter, her mother fist bumping her mischievous daughter proudly.

Snorting loudly as she looked at her flustered best friend. "So you were gonna shoot him with a nerf gun?" She laughed in amusement. Shaking her head at him fondly . Wondering how his mind worked .

Charles shot her a unimpressed look, pursuing his lips together tightly . Hearing Sergio chuckle beside him. Only fuelling his misery.

"Yes! I wasn't going to shake his hand was I?!" He exclaimed. Breathing out heavily as he tried to calm his poor, tricked heart down.

They just laughed. Leaving cherries father to pat his back sympathetically, leading him out of the giggling room to get the poor man a beer.

"Still in love with my daughter?" He murmured to him with a smirk as he opened the fridge and passed him a bottle. Getting himself one as well.

Knowing for a fact that Charles would be spilling all of his woes about his daughter to him as soon as they sat down again.

Charles just sighed long and hard, nodding his head pathetically.

“Yes. Very much so." He simply muttered .

Throwing himself down onto the couch beside him in misery. Looking at her father with a small pout on his face , looking like a child who had his candy taken away.

"Still going to marry her one day." He let him know quietly. As stubborn as he was seven years ago when he first promised her father that.

Sergio just laughed and nodded his head "I know kid. Just waiting for the day my silly girl opens her bloody eyes and sees what's right in front of her." He sighed out in disbelief that his daughter could be so oblivious.

He grimaced deeply "she's never been the smartest when it comes to love."

Charles just nodded his head in agreement , smiling softly to himself as he heard Cherrie and star still giggling together in her room. No doubt making fun of him.

"Still love her though. Even when she's acting dumb and stupid." He muttered grumpily . Leaning his head down on Sergio's shoulder as he took a long sip of the beer, letting out another sad sigh.

Her father simply rolled his eyes to himself as he awkwardly patted the drivers head, wondering what he had done in his life to be saddled with comforting his daughters best friend for last decade like he was a little, teary kid.

But her father loved Charles, he did. And he rooted for him everyday. Praying that Cherrie would do the right thing and put poor Charles out of his misery.

It was clear to anyone who so much as glanced at them that the two best friends were meant to be.

As simple as that.

So he sighed and muttered to him encouragingly "it'll happen when you least expect it. Just keep loving her and everything will be alright."

It turns out that it all came down to a lonely Friday night and a ridiculous amounts of vodka shots being shoved down his throat by a equally as drunk pierre.

He didn't even know how he made it home.

Well, he didn't really. Somehow Inbetween his drunk sobbing into his friends shoulder about how 'it just wasn't fair! Why does she hate me?! She's a man eater!'. Sniffling shamelessly into pierres tense shoulder as his best friend grimaced down at him in second hand embarrassment. He had managed to give the Uber driver cherries address instead , because Charles refused to let himself be driven anywhere else but home.

"It is home!" He had almost shouted in frustration to him , wondering why nobody understood him at all.

He loved cherrie. He wanted to be her man and he wanted her to be his woman. And he wanted them all to be a big, happy family! Was that so fucking hard?!

He was still pissed about his shit luck and upset with how oblivious the love of his life was, sniffling to himself as he stumbled into HIS home carelessly , mumbling to himself about how much of a cruel woman she was to do this to him, for years!

"Heartbreaker." He muttered to himself with a hiccup as he stumbled into the front room with a pout on his tear stained faced , bleary eyes glaring over at a blown up picture of Cherrie, from a photoshoot, on the wall.

“S'not fair. I wish she was ugly and green, like a evil witch . Wouldn't hurt so bad then." He continued to mutter to himself in a mood, almost crashing into the wall as he lost his balance , those vodka shots hitting him like a fist to the face then.

He let out a deep groan when the light suddenly flicked on above him, squinting his glassy eyes over to the hallway with a wince .

Groaning even louder once he registered just who was staring back at him in disapproval , little arms crossed over her pyjama clad body as she tutted at him judgmentally.

"And here's the heartbreakers , little, mean spawn!" He blew out in exasperation, eyeing her back with just as much judgment. All rationality gone from his brain.

The vodka making him petty as he huffed at the four year old currently shaking her head at him pitifully.

"Come to make me cry?" He said to her, clutching into the back of the couch so he didn't face plant onto the floor .

Star simply rose a brow at him, cocking a little hip at him sassily. Just like she had seen her mother do whenever charles gave her attitude as well.

"Seems like you did that all by yourself." She remarked back at him, amused.

Clutching a teddy bear to her chest as she walked over to him quickly , hugging his leg with a smile of relief. Glad that he was back. And even happier that she had stayed awake. Despite her mother's warnings for her to go to sleep.

"Why are you crying Charlie? Did you hurt yourself again?" She worried, peering up at him with tired eyes. Yawning loudly a second later.

Charles yawned too, patting the top of her head gently with his hand as he tried not to pass out right there and then. Hating Pierre for shoving those shots at him all night, knowing fully well what a lightweight he was.

Maybe he just liked to see him suffer. Reminded him of someone ...

He sighed loudly "no. Your mother hurts me everyday when she calls me her best friend." He bluntly told the poor four year old.

Continuing to pat her little head like she was a dog, comforting himself with playing with her hair. Drunk as fuck.

Star frowned up at him, rolling her eyes. "You call mommy your best friend too." She reminded him without skipping a beat. Sick of hearing him complain without actually doing anything to make progress .

Charles frowned down at her too "because she is." He muttered.

Blinking rapidly as two four year olds suddenly swam in his vision. Cursing lowly in French as he tried to stay conscious on his feet.

Star looked at him like it was obvious "if you asked her to be your friend then why don't you just ask her to be your girlfriend too?" Giving him a small push towards the hallway where she knew her mommy was doing her ridiculously lengthy skincare routine in her room.

Charles stumbled alongside her without much give, too drunk to see the mischievous look on the child's face, a plan clearly being set in motion by her.

He thought about what she said and suddenly, so many vodka shots in , it did seem that simple.

He smiled giddily "you're totally right my little baby! I'll tell her! I'll tell her now I feel and then-" he hiccuped again "then everything will be okay and I can marry her and we can have a baby-"

Star looked up at him with wide eyes, giggling "you need to tell her first! And- I don't want a brother or sister yet! We still needed to go to Disneyland remember?" She looked at him as sternly as a four year old could. Because. Priorities.

Charles nodded seriously, pointing finger guns at her with a drunken grin.

"Right. Disneyland and then babies." He slurred before tilting his head thoughtfully

“I'll tell her tomorrow-"

Star quickly shook her head, knowing fully well that if Charlie wasn't drunk, he wouldn't be telling her mommy anything at all.

So she gave him another push towards her mother's room with a sneaky grin "no! Tell her now!" She insisted to him mischievously.

“If you wait too long she might fall in love with max-"

Charles immediately looked horrified, eyes going wide with fear .

“Max?! Fuck no!" He almost shouted , missing her naughty little giggle, too busy throwing cherries bedroom door open with a upset gasp.

"You can't love max cherrie! I will die!" He shouted loudly into the room, scaring the absolute shit out of Cherrie , who had been stood by her mirror , rubbing moisturiser onto her face.

She froze in shock , looking over at him in surprise, blinking in confusion as she looked at her swaying , crying? Best friend , and over to her smirking daughter hidden behind him while giggling to herself like a naughty goblin .

"What the hell are you talking about?" She wondered , putting her creams down and approaching him warily. Planning to curse Pierre out for getting him so drunk like this and not warning her before dropping him off either.

Charles frowned at her, upset . "You can't like max." He told her sternly , hiccuping.

"I don't like him? Where is this coming from?" She then looked at Star with a frown "and why aren't you in bed?!" She exclaimed, annoyed.

Her four year old simply shrugged her little shoulders and said sweetly  "Charles wants to tell you something mommy." Before hitting Charles in his leg impatiently , nodding at him to hurry up and get on with it. Yawning again. Just wanting to go to sleep

Charles quickly nodded his head, face lighting up as he looked back at Cherrie with a dimpled grin. Giggling like a lovesick idiot as he stared at her with glossy eyes .

“Oh yeah." He mumbled to himself , band reaching lazily behind him to pat star on her head in thanks.

Then he looked straight at a confused Cherrie and smiled happily .

“I love you. And we're going to get married and have babies." He told her so simply , like it was a fact.

Then remembering  something, he tilted his head and quickly added. "After Disneyland though."

Cherrie looked at him in shock, mouth opening and closing several times as she let his words sink in. Heart racing a hundred miles per hour in her chest, flushing red.

She cleared her throat "are you-" she stammered, flustered.

Looking at a giggly Charles in disbelief "being serious?" She breathed out. Speechless.

Charles just nodded happily before suddenly throwing himself at her , wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into her neck with a giggle as he swayed them from side to side blissfully .

Cherrie just clutching onto him silently , wide eyes blinking at her grinning daughter over his shoulder in disbelief.

"Yes!" Charles almost shouted. Pulling away to clutch at her face with a love sick grin "I love you so much! You've been cutting my heart into pieces for years! I thought I was going to die from loving you!" He declared it so casually , Cherrie could only nod along as though she understood.

She placed her hand on his waist to steady him, heart in her mouth as she whispered nervously

"Oh no." Then a guilty "I'm sorry." Falling out of her mouth straight after . Wanting to hit herself for being so oblivious.

Charles just squeezed her blushing cheeks between  his hands and laughed loudly .

“It's okay! Because it's good now. Because I love you and that's okay because you love me too right?" He rambled.

Before Kissing her nose, making her giggle to herself when he gave into his intrusive thoughts and gently bit the end of it straight after. Giggling to himself when she scrunched up her nose from the feeling of his teeth on her skin , gently pulling him away from her so she that could see him clearly again.

She felt like the biggest idiot in the world. And also the luckiest woman too.

She smiled at him , beaming now . Feeling like her heart was going to burst out of her chest, overwhelmed with the affection she felt for him . Gently stroking his red cheeks, shaking her head at him fondly.

Idiot.

She was an idiot.

Luckily so was he. They could be idiots together she supposed .

"I do." She admitted to him finally "I love you so much. You're my entire world charles." She stroked his hair from his face tenderly . Smiling softly.

Charles nodded along as if he had known it all along. And maybe he had. Both just too scared of ruining their friendship.

None of that mattered now. Love was here to save them.

"After star.. then me." He whispered to her , nudging their noses together gently .

So fucking happy he felt like crying all over again.

“I love you. In every language and in every world." He told her quietly , meaning it.

And Cherrie only had to smile at him , then he closed the gap and kissed her. Finally. Clutching her jaw in his hand tenderly as his eyes fluttered closed, sighing against her lips in relief as he finally tasted the love of her kiss.

Moaning softly against her mouth before he pulled away , only to press several, shorter kisses to her lips again. Both of them giggling like teenagers as Cherrie carefully pushed him away as he pressed his lips all over her face, laughing loudly when he dramatically smacked a kiss over both of her eyes, making her laugh even harder.

Smiling proudly to himself when he heard heard her sweet laugh.

"Okay! Okay!" She giggled , gently steering a beaming Charles over to her bed. Cheeks red as he tried to wink at her, failing miserably.

One small push and he went tumbling straight into her bed. A pleased groan escaping him as he dug his face into her pillow in happiness, beaming like a little kid as he said through a yawn "smells like you." Pulling the covers over him gently after pulling off his shoes and his jeans. Leaving him in his soft T-shirt and boxers, his eyes already fluttering closed as the vodka hit him full force .

She shared a look with her four year old daughter who toddled over to the bed. Giving Charles a pleased , smug grin as he tried to fight off the sleep succumbing him.

"You owe me big time Charlie." She let him know. Expecting payment for being such a Cupid.

Proud of herself for being such a mastermind.

Charles just groaned tiredly , lazily taking her little hand in his , kissing her knuckles gently. Eyes already closed as he muttered "all the candy in the world."

Cherrie could only look at her daughter in disbelief , Star just beaming to herself happily. "Yay!"

Then the both of them could only watch together as Charles crashed as soon as his head hit the pillow. Loud , noisy snores escaping his gaping mouth as he slept peacefully away. Finally resting after causing nothing but Chaos for them.

Cherrie just sighed. Smiling despite herself as she gently took stars little hand to lead her out of the room, flicking off the bedroom light as she went by.

"You knew all along?" She guessed. Amazed by how oblivious she truly was.

Star just scoffed at her. Grinning smugly "everybody knew but you mommy." She told her Matter of factly as she got tucked back into her princess bed.

"Mommy?" She spoke up quietly when Cherrie kissed her goodnight, still in disbelief to how her night had turned so quickly around. Needing a glass of wine and to FaceTime her friends to tell them all the news.

"Yes?"  She dared to ask.

Overwhelmed and honestly a little amused at her little mastermind and her poor Charles . She loved them both so much. It was ridiculous.

"Are you going to love Charlie forever?" She wanted to know.

She just smiled, breathing out a quiet laugh. "I am."

"And after Disneyland will you marry him and have loads of babies?" She tiredly asked .

Cherrie paused. Then "maybe." Smiling to herself in amusement "he deserves it doesn't he? Years of loving me while I was being an idiot.." she muttered with a sigh.

Star nodded seriously , drifting off to sleep. "He does. You need to marry him so that he stops whining all the time. We need him." She whispered .

Cherrie smiled softly , flicking off the light. "We do."

And it was as simple as that. There was no better person to fall in love with than your best friend.

It was always going to be them, forever. It could never be anybody else for them.

It was written in the stars. It had been a long time coming.