Puppy Love: Chaggie Feat. Emily
-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!-
Charlie: (Opens the door) Hellooo-OH MY GOSH!!! EMILY!!!???!?!?!
Emily: (waves happily) Hi, Charlie!
Charlie: (Hugs) Emily, what are you doing here?!
Emily: I'm the new heaven liason now that Adam is gone. Satan, rest his soul. And, I figured I'd come see you!
Charlie: That's amazing!
Emily: (stiff as a board) Mm-hmm....
Charlie: What's wrong, Em? You look...tense.
Emily: (blurts out without thinking) OKAY!!! I'm a terrible liar!!! I actually came down here because I think I have a crush on someone that I shouldn't, and I don't feel like I can talk to Sera after everything that's happened!
Charlie: (squeals as she gasps and flaps her hands) Ooooh! This is so exciting!!!! Is this your first crush?!
Emily: (blushes and curls on herself with a shy nod)
Charlie: Come in! Come in! Come in! Come in! (Drags Emily through the lounge and into a plush sitting room) Details! Details! Who is the lucky guy?
Emily: (blushes harder) Um... girl....
Charlie: Ooooh! (Fans herself as tears of joy spring to her eyes before pulling Emily in for a hug) Emily, I'm so happy for you! Who is she?!
Emily: She's...an angel.
Charlie: I kinda got that. You live in Heaven. What else?!
Emily: She... um... (face is two full shades darker from her blush) She’s strong-willed, a little brash, rational, but obviously very caring.
Charlie: (blinks) I was going to guess Lute until you said affectionate. Hmmm... who else-
Vaggie: Hey, babe. (Kisses Charlie on the cheek) Who was at the door? Holy shit! Emily?!
Emily: (starry-eyed and bashful) O-Oh! H-Hi, Vaggie! Fancy seeing you here! I mean. I guess it really isn't. But it is! You just live here. Yup! You live here with Charlie! Your girlfriend! Doing girlfriend things. Like sharing a bed and cuddling.
Vaggie: (confused)
Demon Charlie: (tail wraps around Vaggie's waist possessively) ...I think your crush is a happily taken woman....
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Steve whipped off his sweater, preparing to jump in there to find the gate. Eddie stares at him.
Eddie: Yeah, I'm definitely half gay.
Everyone turned to stare at him.
Eddie: . . . Shit. Did I say that outloud?
Steve: *smirking* Yeah. You did. I'm half gay too. We usually call ourselves bisexuals though.
He winked at him before jumping in the water.
Eddie: See, I knew that because I love Bowie. Fuck, did I really say half gay?
Robin: *pats his back in sympathy* Yeah.
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Hi! I love your fan fictions! I was wondering (First time requesting ever) if you could do a FIC for Mattheo or Theodore based on exile and the readers dealing with self hate, and anxiety , and they feel so alone and push him away because the readers scared to accept her feelings and afraid she’ll get left, and no one loves or cares about her? ALSO THAT FANFIC U JUST MADE WAS SO CUTE OMG-
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🥰 thank you, this request is so up my street, i hope you enjoy it
also, i took this to mean body issues kinda self hate, i hope that's what you were going for. <3
this was unprecedented.
you had a date to the yule ball.
your best friend had asked you a couple of weeks ago and you were more than excited to accept his offer.
you had been crushing on him for two years.
and even though you were pretty sure he was asking you as a friend, this was an opportunity you could not pass up.
you and your girl friends had dedicated a saturday to dress shopping three weeks before the ball at a shop in hogsmeade.
while your friends had no trouble picking the perfect dresses very quickly, it took you a lot longer to find one that didnt accentuate every single flaw you could pin point in the mirror.
in the end you chose the dress you felt looked best.
you wanted to look beautiful for mattheo.
but even with a beautiful dress you didnt feel good enough for him. he was perfect and you really weren't.
in the few weeks between getting your dress and the dance, you seemed to recede into yourself.
keeping quiet during meals and spending most of your time in your dorm with the curtains drawn around your bed.
as you stood there in your dorm before the dance, you couldnt even bring yourself to look in the mirror.
you knew you didnt look as good as your friends.
or any of the other girls in the school for that matter.
one by one your dorm mates filtered out of the room in their dresses and down to the common room to meet their dates.
sitting on the edge of your bed, you could not move.
you didnt want to go down there and disappoint.
but it seemed that staying in your dorm didnt stop mattheo from seeing you in your dress.
a knock at your door attracted your attention and you picked up your eyes from where they had been focused on your fiddling hands.
you found mattheo stood in your doorway.
you were almost floored with how good he looked in a suit.
" hey, what're you doing up here? been waiting for you downstairs " he spoke simply, approaching where you sat on your bed.
" 'm sorry. i didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long..." you dropped your eyes back down to your hands, running the fabric of your dress between your fingers.
" don't worry about it, love. just want to know how someone who looks so beautiful can seem so upset. " his hand lifted to brush some hair behind your ear.
beautiful...
" i- i don't feel beautiful.." were the only words you could muster to come out of your mouth.
" what..." his words were quiet and stunned.
he stood from your bed and you feared he was realising that you were right and leaving.
so you clenched your eyes shut to prevent any tears falling from your eyes and to prevent you from seeing him walk out that door.
but when you felt his hands on yours, your eyes fluttered open again and you found him crouched infront of you with both of your hands clenched in his.
" sweetheart, you are the most beautiful girl i've ever seen... "
" you're just saying that, i know i'm not as pretty as the other girls here-"
" you cannot compare yourself to those girls. they're rude and dull and none of them hold a candle to how stunning you are "
suddenly you felt like you should cry for a whole other reason.
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