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jimblejamblewritings · 11 months

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the fake date plot | part 1.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Author's Note: Hello! Yes, I'm here with a wip before finishing my other stuff. The James girlies have led me down a rabbit hole and some of the cutest stories are in the James tag. So before you read this, please read: If I Kiss You, I'm Sorry by @astonishment which is what inspired this fic.

Warnings for the Series: literally none that I can think of this is supposed to be just good fluffy fun

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N II: I literally use whatever gif comes up when I type in 'James Potter' but imagine your own fancasts and I might switch up every now and then

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“Prongs, there’s some owl at the window,” Remus said as he exited the kitchen.

James lifted his head, trying not to disturb Peter who was using his chest as a headboard while he tried to solve the Rubik’s Cube Remus had bought him for his birthday. It was summer and naturally, as someone going into his last year of school when break ended, James threw a party at his house.

His parents were going to be on business trips most of the summer. The party was a major success. Only the marauders, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary were still there. They had all planned on staying, already having their trunks there. School was in two days.

James hopped up from where he was on the floor, cleaning the smudge of his glasses. “Oh, that must be Elton.”

“Elton?” Peter asked.

“Y/N’s bird. She really likes Elton John’s music. He’s some muggle singer. Moony knows, the Crocodile Rock dude.”

James left the rest of his friends in the living room to ask how he even knew you while he got your letter. He dug around the fridge to give Elton two blackberries as a thank you. James opened your letter in the kitchen before going back to his friends, in case your letter had confidential information in it.

He hid the smirk on his face behind the letter when he saw his friends’ expressions. They totally bought it and they would buy it even more when he saw you on the Hogwarts Express in two days. You and James came up with the best fake date plot known to man last school year:

It was the Yule Ball. Hogwarts kept the name even though you didn’t have Triwizard Tournaments every year. The students like that. It was always fun to go to a ball. It was also nerve wracking. Everyone was trying to get a date or they’d risk being talked about for a century. James was failing at asking Lily out and you were failing at avoiding a few boys that wanted to ask you out. None of them were the guy you wanted to ask you out.

Even when you got to the ball, boys were still trying to ask you to dance. You grabbed a cup of punch and excused yourself. You walked further away from the Great Hall and to a small corridor. A dark figure made you stop for a moment before continuing on your path. A sniffle made you stop completely.

“Are you okay?”

James jumped. Wiping at his eyes, he looked over at you. James stuttered through lies before giving up and turning the other way to lean his back against the windowsill. He took a sip of the drink he had in his hand and looked over at you.

“She can't even spare a dance with me. I thought everything was going well this year.”

You gave a dry laugh. “I totally know the feeling.”

James raised an eyebrow. He patted the space next to him and went to join him at the windowsill. The two of you clinked glasses and downed the rest of your drinks. James disappeared the cups.

“So which bloke did you want to dance with?”

“Oh, I don’t really think that’s important.”

“Nope, Y/N. It is totally important. I’ve poured my heart out to you, it’s just not right to be the only one.”

“Fine. Xenophilius… Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing. Him? Really?”

“I know he’s snogged a lot of people but h—”

“Love, he’s shagged nearly all of Ravenclaw. The only long term relationship he’s ever been in was Pandora.”

“But they lasted all of fifth year plus the Ministry added eighth year so there’s still time to see him a lot.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me about eighth year.”

The Ministry was very concerned with the amount of Hogwarts graduates getting married and having children right after leaving school. Especially when a good chunk of them died either fighting for Voldemort or against Voldemort. Adding an extra school year was a way to try and quell that phenomenon. As someone so close to graduating, you hated it at first. It became only a minor annoyance when you realized the Ministry probably wouldn’t be changing their minds until Voldemort was defeated.

James shrugged his shoulders. “So what’s your plan exactly? Pine after Xeno all of next year and then when eighth year comes around hope he stops hooking up in Gryffindor locker rooms long enough to realize you’re perfect for him?”

“He hooks up in Gryffindor locker rooms?” you asked with slightly widened eyes.

“Unfortunately. Our rooms are closest to the pitch, easier to sneak in and out during games.”

“Do you really think I’m perfect for him?”

“Y/N,” James said with a roll of his eyes. “I haven’t sat next to you in Potions every class since first year to not know that if Xeno took just a week off from trying to fuck everything with a pulse he’d know you are one of the nicest and cutest girls he’s ever going to get. You’re wicked smart too which is up his alley… I still don’t understand how he still gets the grades he does.”

“Thanks, James. For what it’s worth, I think Lily is missing out on a very observant and handsome and sweet guy even if your pranks go a little too far sometimes.”

“Well, we only save those for people that like to pick on those smaller than them.”

“I know.”

“Do you feel like going back to the ball? Because I don’t.”

“Not really.”

James held out his arm. “Shall we make our way to Gryffindor, my lady.”

“We shall, good sir.”

You and James skipped through the halls until you made it back to Gryffindor tower. You ended up following him up to his dorm which you had never seen before. Despite being assigned class partners since you two were eleven, you weren’t exactly friends with James Potter. Just acquaintances was what you were.

The marauders’ dorm was nice. The first thing you noticed was the fact that they reconfigured their beds. Almost every bed was laying horizontal and flush against the wall, like a bed turned couch. And the wardrobes were also flush against the wall either at the head or foot of the beds, whichever allowed all the beds to see each other. You’d have to proposition your roommates about doing that. It made the space so much wider and seemed to give everyone a personal area.

James led you to his bed area with a blue rug in front of it. You took off your shoes and set them neatly next to his, noting how he was very organized about his shoes being lined up underneath the bed. James moved to the wardrobe at the foot of his bed. His hand dug through the shelves for his pajamas.

“Do you want something to change into?”

You took some of his clothes with a thanks and went into the bathroom to wash and get changed. You and James were going to open the firewhiskey in Sirius’ trunk and vent to each other while getting progressively drunker. James started to make himself a little cot on the floor while you took a shower. Something told him that you two would probably stay up late and potentially fall asleep. He already decided that you were getting the bed.

You laid down on the bed and ate some fizzing whizbees while waiting for James to finish showering. You shot up when James practically broke his own door. His hair was still wet and his clothes looked very disheveled on him.

“I have a plan so dumb it might work on luck alone,” he said as he shook your shoulders.

“I’m listening.”

“Go out with me.”

You laughed. “James, are you already drunk?”

“Just a bit tipsy. But listen to me. You want Xenophilius, I want Lily but neither of them seem to really notice us. So let’s make them notice.”

“You want to make them jealous?”

“Well, I don’t know if they’ll be jealous but I want to make them feel something. Don’t you think they would at least be curious about why we suddenly stopped pinning over them? They’d at least talk to us more, I just know it.”

“Okay, one problem. You scream through the corridors about how much you love Lily. I think only my friends know that I like him and one of those friends is Lily.”

“You two are friends?”

“Well, we’re roommates, one of the few Gryffindor dorms with five girls. I’m really just friends with Dorcas and Alice when she’s not holed up in Hufflepuff.”

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re gonna have to do something embarrassing.”

And that was how you found yourself waiting outside Ravenclaw’s locker room before the big quidditch match on the last day of first semester. If anyone talks, it’s going to be quidditch players. They chuckled a bit while you waited for Xenophilius to come outside, some even going back in to tell him that you were there.

He finally left the dressing room after what seemed like forever and stood right in front of you. Reluctantly, you gave him a small gift and wished him luck before scurrying to find your roommates in the stands. You didn’t think it would take very long for the gossip to spread. What you didn’t expect was for you to get the label of a lovesick puppy. That was worse than what they called James. You told him such over winter break.

The two of you were at his house for the entirety of the break, teaching each other all about yourselves and finishing the plot. You two wouldn’t start fake-dating until the start of seventh year, on the Hogwarts Express to be exact… with James doing a big gesture that was entirely his idea. He was super invested in making it believable. If it wasn’t believable then there was no point.

James handed over your letter to Peter who was still next to him. “Y/N says hi and she’s sorry she couldn’t make it to the party.”

“Since when were you talking to our roommate?” Marlene asked.

“Since I’ve sat next to her everyday in Potions and Transfiguration since we were first years.”

“You’ve been assigned that long?”

“Yeah,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Minnie and Slughorn never switched us. I should probably write something back to her.”

The only thing in James’ letter was that he thinks the plan might work. Everyone perked up at the notion of you two being secret friends so maybe fake-dating would work after all. You threw the letter into your trunk and headed to Platform 9 and ¾. You went to find Alice who would hopefully be alone or with her other Hufflepuff friends.

That was what James wanted anyway. He came in about halfway through the train ride when you were in the middle of talking with your friends. James sheepishly held up a sweater and tapped on the window. Alice nodded for him to come in. The girl was shocked when he immediately turned to you.

“Bug?”

“Yes, Prongs?”

“Do you remember last year when you said you sew? Do you think you can mend this?”

“It’s not even autumn yet. Why do you need the jumper now?”

“I just thought I’d forget unless I said it right at this moment.”

You rolled your eyes but looked for a sewing kit in your trunk. Setting it on the bench, you grabbed the sweater and gently pushed him out of the room.

“Why am I friends with you?”

“Because you love me.”

“Goodbye, James Potter.”

“Bye, Bug. Thank you.”

You sat back down and dug through your sewing kit before muttering that you didn’t have navy blue thread and would try to find some. You had already known that you didn’t have the correct color thread. But a certain Ravenclaw probably did. Your hand shook a bit as you closed the door to your compartment:

“What are Xeno’s hobbies?” James asked when you two took a break to hang out at the pool in his backyard when you arrived early in the summer.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s a load of bull. I know Lily’s favorite gemstone is carnelian because it matches her hair. So what’s one of the man's hobbies?”

“He likes to sew.”

“Oh this is brilliant.”

You knocked on the door of the train compartment that Xenophilius, his friends, and the new girl he was with for the start of school. He and his friends smiled at seeing you and let you in. You held up the sweater.

“Do any of you have navy blue thread? I’m trying to mend a jumper.”

Xeno summoned the spool of thread from out of his trunk. He held it up in his hand until you came in to receive it. His hold lingered on yours.

“You like to sew?”

You shrugged. “It’s more of a hobby. I’ve only ever done stuff for myself until now.”

“Is that for your mum? My first gift to someone else was for my parents.”

“No, James Potter. The idiot can’t mend a simple hole in a sweater. Thank you for the thread, I’ll return it before dinner.”

You smiled a little as you walked back to your compartment. Xenophilius’ smile had twitched a bit when you mentioned James’ name. Maybe his plan might work. Your friends had clearly been gossiping about you when you were gone. There was no doubt that the Ravenclaws were gossiping about you when you left. And because James insisted that you give him his sweater once everyone got into the Great Hall, you were sure other people were bound to gossip.

James ignored the other marauders when they got back to their dorms. He’d tell his friends the truth eventually but it was necessary they also believe the lie for at least a month or two. You and him were supposed to be close friends for the first month. If Lily or Xenophilius didn’t make a move from that alone then you would start fake-dating. It was a foolproof idea really.

(part 2)

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wellgoslowly · 11 months

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Hello! I was wondering if I can get a request please. The reader works for Lockwood and Co but she has the complete opposite personality of what Lockwood has (ex: reader is more of listener rather than a talker and when she is around new people she is more on the quiet side until she gets comfortable around them) and Lockwood falls for the reader. Thank you!

Ain't a Life a Many Splendored Thing?

a/n: a bit of a shorter post but I think I might make it into a series!! I loved this prompt and I loved writing it sm!!! it's not much but I didn't want to write more before knowing if yall would want a part 2 :) also yes the title is from hello hello by elton john from the hit movie gnomeo and juliet.

pairing: lockwood x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none :)

tags: @hufflepuff1619 (thank you for the request!) @oblivious-idiot @tangledinlove @ikeasupremacy @givemea-dam-break @neewtmas [if u guys want to be put on a tag list just lmk in the comments!!! also if i missed anyone im sorry!!!!]

The moment that you stepped into 35 Portland Row for your interview, it was obvious to everyone that Lockwood was a goner.

You two were clearly exact opposites- where he was confident and cocky, you seemed more reserved and humble. Where he was reckless, you seemed calculated and exact. And it was now evident that while he found it natural to talk in order to prevent awkward silences around new people (especially those whom he found to be very attractive), you were perfectly comfortable with listening to him ramble.

“And right up here is the attic.” He was saying now as the two of you climbed up the creaking stairs. “You've met Lucy, obviously- this is her room. And yours as well, if you choose to live here.” He watched you take in the room, filled with Lucy's drawings and scarce decorations on the walls, your eyes lingering on the small bed hastily shoved in the corner. He looked at you with apprehension, admittedly a little worried that you would turn to him and say that you'd changed your mind and reject the employment offer.

Instead, you turned to him with a slight smile on your face and said, “Is it ok with Lucy? If I stay here?” Instantly, Lockwood was filled with relief. “It was her idea, actually.” He said softly, watching you nod in understanding. “Alright then.” You said, a sense of finality in your voice. Lockwood smiled and watched as you walked to set the small bag of belongings you had taken to your interview on top of your new bed. “I'll leave you to it, then. Dinner should be ready soon.” He said to you. You didn't respond, but Lockwood wasn't worried- he knew exactly what your soft smile was meant to convey.

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“Lockwood, I just- I don't know if she fits here.” It had been only 3 days after you had officially joined Lockwood & Co., but Lockwood wasn't necessarily surprised by the remark George threw him from across the table that morning. You and Lucy were asleep, still tired after facing an infuriating ambush from a large cluster of Type Ones while on a Type Two case.

“What do you mean, George?” Lockwood asked as he took a sip of his tea. “I mean, she's just so quiet. She never speaks, and when she does it's either in one word responses or a couple phrases- even then, she mostly only ever talks to you. I'm just worried about how well she'll be able to communicate in the future.” George explained, his hands moving wildly about.

“You haven't seen her in the field, George- she's brilliant. Her sight is comparable to mine, and her touch… it's like Lucy with her Listening. Yes, she's a bit… reserved, but I'm sure she just needs to warm up to us, is all.” Lockwood smiled at his friend as he took another sip of tea, peeling open the front page of a new issue of True Hauntings.

“Don't think I didn't notice how you avoided the comment about how she only seems to talk to you.” George grumbled, taking a bite out of a piece of toast. Lockwood didn't look up from the text on the page in front of him as he mumbled a soft “I don't know what you're talking about.” George scoffed in response, starting to say something that sounded a lot like “you're clearly gone for her, why do I even try”, when you walked in, hair amess and blinking sleep out of your eyes.

The kitchen fell into immediate silence, George's face flushing in embarrassment as you looked at him, your expression unreadable. “If you're going to talk about me, you could at least do it while I'm around.” Lockwood looked up at that as he didn't notice you silently entering the kitchen. He took in your sleep-addled state and the look of fear in George's eyes. And then you were softly smiling. “I was joking, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.” You said before sitting down next to Lockwood.

George snorted. “I think that's the most you've said to me the entire time you've been here.” George said, apparently taking your joke to heart. Lockwood softly kicked George under the table, but you just laughed a little.

Deciding to change the subject, Lockwood turned to you with a smile. “I'm sorry for him. What he meant to say was good morning. Would you like some tea?” You smiled at Lockwood, and he was hit with the thought that it mightve been the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. “Yes, please.” You responded. Lockwood nodded, getting up to turn the kettle on once more.

The morning passed like that- you and George softly trading barbs with one another, Lockwood making you your tea and toast, and Lucy stumbling in once you were almost done with breakfast and mumbling a “gmornin” to you and the boys. Soon, the discussion turned from an easygoing conversation over breakfast and lapsed into a more serious discussion as Lockwood started explaining the cases that you all had scheduled for that night.

You and Lockwood would be going out to a house that was reported to contain a Type Two and a couple Type Ones, George would be staying home to do some research for a bigger case the four of you had coming up the next week (he had also gotten injured a couple of days ago and his wound hadn't fully healed), and Lucy would be going to an office afflicted by a couple Type Ones.

Lockwood had been too busy dishing out the information for the night's events to realize that you hadn't been talking. It was only after Lucy and George had nodded in understanding and set out to set their own respective tasks- Lucy heading down to the basement and George getting ready to go to the Archives- when Lockwood looked to you and realized that you had been drawing on the Thinking Cloth the entire time.

He leaned over slightly, watching as you drew a small landscape on a tiny piece of empty space with a green pen that Lockwood wasn't sure he had ever seen before. He smiled as you drew, watching the concentration on your face. “Did you hear the cases for tonight?” He asked softly, watching the quirk at the corner of your lips.

“George is doing research, Lucy's got a couple of Type Ones, and you and me have got the Type Two.” You clicked your pen, signaling that you were finished with your drawing, and then you turned to look at Lockwood. “How'd I do?” You asked softly. “With the cases, or the drawing?” You shrugged, a look in your eyes that told him “both.” He smiled. “Excellent.” He whispered, making you smile.

Eventually, the two of you migrated from the kitchen to the library. Lockwood sat in his favorite armchair, surveying a stack of recent magazines as he decided which one to read first. You left the room quickly, and Lockwood frowned at your departure as he settled into the chair with a week old gossip rag.

But as quickly as you left, you had returned, a book in your hand as you sat down in the chair next to Lockwood. You two sat there for a while, Lockwood taking breaks to explain to you different London Society news while you happily listened and Lockwood smiling to himself every time you reached a point in your book that made you laugh or make some sort of exclamation of disbelief.

He was content, he realized, to just sit there and exist by your side. While he normally felt the need to make his presence known, to charm and impress anyone he might’ve just met, he found that he was very happy to just sit and read with you.

An hour or so later, Lockwood decided that he wanted to go down to the basement and get some training in before the case that night. He was about to ask you if you'd care to join before he noticed that you had fallen asleep, arms curled around your legs and head laying peacefully against the cushioning of the chair. He smiled as he closed his magazine, getting up slowly and draping a blanket over you without a sound.

As Lockwood walked out of the library, he realized that George had been right. Not about you not fitting in- no, you had definitely proven George wrong. Instead, he was forced to admit that George might've been right about Lockwood being gone for you.

hehehe thanks for reading!!! I just put in my 2 weeks at my soul sucking part time job so I'll hopefully have more motivation to work on these hehe!!! I'll also be making a masterlist very soon- I've been meaning to do that for a while

also if yall want a part 2, pls lmk! I loved writing this and I think I could do a lot more w it hehehehe. anywhom if you've read this far, thank you for reading!!! love u!

mwah, linnie

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bethanydelleman · 11 months

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I'm listening to Emma as my falling-asleep audiobook right now and I'm thinking a lot about Harriet. The movie adaptations very often have her remaining friends with Emma after the end, but the book says their relationship sank into mere acquaintances after that. Is that a personality thing, do you think, or is it a class thing? And why the difference in the adaptations? I have my own thoughts but I'd like to hear yours.

It is definitely a class thing.

I think one of the reasons Emma can be unpalatable to modern audiences is because it ends with a restoration of a social order that we find repulsive today. How is it fair that Jane Fairfax, born as lower gentry, gets to marry into Enscombe but Harriet Smith, the natural daughter of a tradesman, 'deserves' only Robert Martin and is basically ejected from membership in Highbury's gentry class? And that's a good thing? The adaptations maintain the Emma and Harriet friendship because the way the book ends really appalls a lot of modern readers.

(Also, never really talking about the age difference between Emma and Knightley was a great choice in Emma 2020 because that is not people's favourite either.)

I think the most charitable way to look at it is that Harriet always wanted Robert Martin. She loved staying there over the summer, the family was extremely kind and loving towards her, and her status as a natural child would be largely ignored. Emma's interference gave her ideas above her station... ug, veering into territory I don't love again... but then again, could Harriet have ever succeeded at marrying into the gentry? Probably not on Emma's sponsorship.

There are only two characters that a member of the gentry tries to move from "middle class" (I know it's not really the middle class) to gentry, George Wickham and Harriet Smith. Both attempts are disasters. Captain Wentworth, Fanny/William Price, and Jane Fairfax are all born into the lower gentry and they climb higher, which seems to be fine. There are a bunch of characters who go from extremely wealthy trade to gentry, the Jennings (Mrs. Jennings, Lady Middleton, and Charlotte Palmer) and the Bingleys. They seem to be fine, Charles Bingley at least is portrayed positively.

I don't know what the message is there. The Gardiners are presented as gentleman-like but have no apparent intentions of jumping class. Does that make them good? As someone raised in Canada whose worldview is rooted in The American Dream Lite, it's hard for me to appreciate the upholding of a classist system. Jane Austen herself was clinging to gentry status by her fingernails, so why does she write a novel that glorifies almost everyone staying exactly where birth placed them? Jane Fairfax can improve herself and be worthy of a rich marriage but not Harriet? I guess Harriet never improves herself much though, but she hasn't had the same opportunities as Jane F...

But then the very next novel, Persuasion, seems very anti-classist!

Something about hubris...

I actually feel sorry for Emma at the end of the book. She got a husband, sure, but she loses a friend. She has Mrs. Weston still, but she'll be busy with her baby, she loses Harriet, Jane Fairfax is gone (again), and she's still stuck in Highbury, which has become worse because Mrs. Elton is there now. She just remains as much trapped and limited as she was before...

Anyway, that is my long and rambling answer. I'm not very happy with the ending of Emma. If someone who does like it wants to defend, you are more than welcome.

(I do think there might be something to like, this is how the class system could work well if everyone actually did their jobs. Knightley is the perfect, model landlord. Cares for the poor, lives at his estate, involved in running it etc. Emma does her duty to the poor, everyone seems to do well under their United management)

#emma #emma woodhouse #the end of the novel #harriet smith #punish those who dream above their station #I guess? I donno

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munsons-melody · 9 months

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hi! i read your 'angeleyes' fic and it was AMAZING i was just wondering.. perhaps, just maybe, a part 2-ish where y/n and eddie actually have that picnic at lovers lake ?? i think that would be so cute and pure 🤭 or it could be a totally separate thing from the fic itself!

eeek i'm so happy you wanted a part 2!! sorry for the late response, i wanted to write the fic as perfect as possible before responding, i hope you love it!! <3

your song (angeleyes part two)

summary: you and eddie finally get your date at lovers lake

(part two to my fic angeleyes which can be found here)

pairing: eddie x female!henderson!reader

content: pure fluffiness

recommended song: 'your song' by elton john

word count: 4.4k

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after you and eddie reconciled in the back of the RV, you vowed to yourself that you would let nothing happen to him and he of course already told you that he would keep you safe no matter what

even when that meant reading his mind when returning through the gate. you had watched dustin climb through the rope into normal hawkins, before turning to eddie. he gave you a chaste kiss before helping you up and through the gate, but once through, you looked down to see eddie staring at where the demo bats were attempting to breach through the top of the trailer

"edward james munson, get your ass through this gate right now!" you screamed, knowing he wanted to go out there and keep fighting, be the hero he was destined to be

"coming" he mumbled, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back up through the gate to see you

once you reconvened with everyone back in the real world, you felt some weight fall off your shoulders, assuming vecna was dead, and you felt a sense of normalcy headed your way, however, that was not what happened

eddie was found and arrested within hours of being back in the real hawkins because a couple people spotted movement within his trailer

you sat on the cold hard chair in the waiting room of the hawkins police department. it had been at least an hour since eddie was taken back to the small cell they had in the back of the building. you sat there with your hands buried in your hands with dustin next to you, who was biting on his thumb nail out of pure anxiety.

the news had not gone public but you were scared that at any minute, angry mobs of people would appear, ready to rip him apart for something he didn't do

sheriff powell walked into the room, handing a file over to florence who sat behind her desk. you stood up, looking for some sort of sign that you would be able to go back and see him

"uh we need to ask you a couple of questions as well, if you wouldn't mind," he said, ushering you to follow him

"no, whatever you want to ask, you can ask me right here," you said, crossing your arms

"ugh whatever, uh, did he force either of you two into his murderous plans?" he started, flipping open a small notebook, clicking his pen with a frustrated sigh

it was obvious that since he took on the role of the hawkins sheriff, he never expected to be put in a situation like this and as the arresting officer, he was clearly stressed knowing he had the number one suspect of the murders in the building and only him and florence knew that he was sitting in the holding cell

"what? no! that's crazy, he is innocent!" dustin yelled

"son, you need to remain calm or we won't be able to get to the bottom of this," he said, rubbing his forehead in distress

"calm? you want me to stay calm? you just arrested someone who is more innocent than mother theresa! he was framed!" dustin yelled again, throwing his hands up to dramatize his point

just then, the phone rang.

"hawkins police department, how may i help you?" she said picking up the phone and placing it on her ear. she balanced it between her shoulder as she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down

she muttered a couple of "uh-huhs" before hanging up the phone and standing up, walking over to the sheriff

"that was officer callahan, he just found some kids at the abandoned creel house, one of them with broken arms and legs like the others, she was taken to the hospital about half an hour ago" florence explained, and you looked at dustin

"is she awake? can she talk?" powell asked and florence shrugged

"they didn't say," she responded and Powell nodded

"i'll be back, you two stay here" powell said firmly, grabbing his sheriff hat and walking out the door

you nodded, and sat down again, tears pricking at your eyes feeling frustrated as ever

"are you guys hungry?" florence asked sweetly and you shook your head, rubbing your forehead

"you sure? cause i can go grab something next door, and while i do so, there's no one here to stop you from seeing mr. munson..." she trailed off

you lifted your head up, picking up on what she was trying to say. she would leave to get food and while she was gone, she was going to let you see eddie

"but what about-" you started and she shook her head

"i'm going to go get you two food, you two look famished" florence said again, grabbing her coat and purse and walking swiftly out of the door leaving you and dustin alone in the building

you would assume that there would be more officers working, but most were out patroling the streets or looking for eddie, unaware that the sherriff already brought him in

you quickly ran down the hall and turned the corner to see eddie sitting on the hard metal bench that was connected to the wall, his head in his hands

"eddie?" you said urgently. he lifted his head up to see you and instantly got up and walked towards the bars that divided the two of you

"y/n, how did you get back here?" he asked, linking his hand with yours that met on one of the bars

"florence let me back but that's not important, how are you?" you asked sympathetically

"oh you know, just peachy, i almost die defeating an evil force just to get thrown in jail for a crime i didn't commit" he said sarcastically. you knew he was using it as a defense mechanism to cover the fact that he wanted to cry and scream and punch a wall for being in the worst situation imaginable

"well i am going to do everything in my power to get you out of here i promise" you told him and he nodded, wiping away a tear

"oh eddie bear don't cry" you said, using his nickname you started to call him when you first started dating

"ew, eddie bear?" dustin said, appearing behind you

"hey at least she is being nice" eddie snapped back and dustin crossed his arms

"i am nice too! i'm here to help get you out," dustin told him and you sorta droned out as the two continued to bicker like brothers with one another

you both stayed with eddie for a couple more minutes before you heard the bell of the front door ring, signaling someone was coming in

"shit, okay, i love you, i'll be back" you said to eddie, disconnecting your hands and following dustin out of the room and down the hall back to where the desks were

florence came back in holding a large brown paper bag, giving you a small smile

"sorry im a few minutes later than i should've been, there was a long line" she said with a wink, handing you the bag

you thanked her as she took out one package of food and headed down the hallway, presumably towards eddie, and left the rest to you and dustin as you dove into the meal

you were almost done, snacking on a couple of leftover fries when both sheriff powell and officer callahan walked into the building and down the hall to eddie

you got up, following them, not caring if you would get reprimanded for doing so. they were both silent as you watched them unlock the cell, eddie standing up and looking at them with confusion

"mr. munson, under new evidence you are no longer under arrest for the murders of chrissy cunningham, fred benson, and patrick mckinney. you are free to go" powell said with a grisly voice

eddie slowly walked out of the cell, staring at the two officers incase they were to have a snap in judgment and throw him back in

"what.. what do you mean?" you asked as he walked to you, giving you a hug

"we cannot disclose much but, we found that there was another accident that occurred when mr. munson here was in this cell, which proves.." callahan started to say

"it proves he didn't do it since we had him detained here so there was no way he was able to get out and do anything" powell finished

you started crying, and your arms wrapped around eddie, pulling him in close

"thank god" you mumbled out, before it hit you

the next day you woke up in your bed, eddie next to you. after all the shit that went down, you were more than happy to be showered and laying in bed next to eddie who was no longer convicted of a crime he didn't commit

the two of you snuck into your room the night before as you were promised as of 12 pm last night, the news would be spread that eddie munson was innocent

you knew that even with the proof of innocence, people would still be cruel towards your boyfriend so you decided the best course of action was to let him sleep all day in a comfy bed, then take him on a picnic to lovers lake. it would be secluded and give you a chance to just be with him

you rolled out of bed quietly and walked out of your room and down the hall to the living room. you saw your mom sitting in her chair with tews sitting on her lap, watching the news

"did you see this?" she asked, motioning to the tv where you saw the headline underneath powell stating the new evidential facts

new evidence found in munson case - suspect found innocent

"yeah uh, i did see that, i actually picked him up from the station last night..." you told her and she gasped

"where is he now? he obviously can't go home" she asked

"now mom, don't get mad but he had to stay over last night-" you tried to explain and she got up, putting tews on the seat behind her

"he's here?" she said with a mix of a shout with a whisper, you gulped with a nod

"well, that poor thing! after everything he's been through! does he need anything?" she asked, and you were shocked

"oh uh, not now? he's sleeping but when he gets up he'll probably need something to eat and then i'm taking him on a picnic tonight," you smiled sheepishly

"oh good, well i do have to head to work soon but please make him feel at home, poor thing has been through enough" she told you and you nodded with an unsure smile

"yeah sure" was all you said as she walked to her room

you stood there, stunned. to be fair she knew you and eddie were dating and how close he and dustin were, but the whole situation of him being accused of something so heinous really freaked her out.

you checked the time and saw it was only about 8 am, your mom would leave in a few minutes and you knew for a fact eddie and dustin, who were both dead asleep, would probably not wake up till hours later

figuring you should do something of use, you decided to wash eddie's clothes, start prepping food for your picnic, and find some other things to busy yourself with

"how's max" you asked nancy. she was at the hospital with mike and lucas, and she called you after wondering where you went. you explained the eddie situation which she was thankful for, and updated the rest of the group for you.

"alive, but her arms and legs are broken and in casts, the doctors don't know when she'll wake up," she said as you heard her sniffles

a few tears started to fall upon hearing the news, and you nodded, thankful she was alive but praying she would wake up and everything would be okay

"how's eddie doing?" she asked just as you heard a door creak open. you looked around the corner to see eddie coming out of your room in just a pair of boxers

"speak of the devil, he just woke up," you told her as eddie wrapped his arms around you, the warmth of his body heating up yours

you continued to talk with nancy for a few more minutes as eddie slowly swayed you side to side. the two of you eventually said goodbye and you hung up, turning your body to face eddie

"hi baby" he said as you put your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck

"how'd you sleep?" you asked

"fucking amazing, such an upgrade from ricks couch," he said, kissing your forehead

you stood like that for a handful of minutes, enjoying the bliss of standing in each others arms.

"you hungry?" you asked. "yeah" he mumbled out. you went to move out of his arms but he wouldn't let you move

"baby i kinda have to go to the kitchen" you laughed, trying to worm your way out of his arms and he gripped tighter

"nope, cant let you go, i love you too much" he laughed as he fake wrestled you to avoid you leaving his arms

eddie and you fumbled to the floor, causing you two to burst into giggles. you hadn't heard his laugh in the longest time and it warmed your heart

"i've missed that" you said, leaning on your side to look at him. he propped himself up on his arm and out the other around your waist

"missed what" he asked, stroking your hip lightly with his thumb

"you, your smile, your laugh, everything" you giggled out

"i missed everything about you too" he said, using his hand on your hip to pull you close. he swiftly moved so he was hovering over you, slowly leaning down to kiss you

just as your lips touched, you heard a few footsteps and then a loud "what the fuck, get off the floor" by an annoyed dustin, who clearly just woke up

"sorry man" eddie mumbled out, and got up, and helped you up from the floor as well

you cooked the two of them breakfast, and munched on a few pieces here and there before dustin got up, putting his plate in the sink

"i'm going to get dressed and then head to the hospital to see max, can you drive me there?" he asked eddie, and he nodded a yes

"uh babe, where are my clothes?" eddie asked

"oh i washed and dried them for you, they should be downstairs, i can go get it" you said, kissing his temple in passing

you quickly got his clothes out of the dryer and brought them back up from the basement, going to your room and setting them on your bed

you went back to the kitchen, and started cleaning the dishes up, noticing dustin left the table

"i put your clothes on my bed" you said to him when he came up behind you and kissed your neck

"or we can make it even and you can lose your clothes" he suggested, kissing up your neck

you smiled, drying your hands on the small towel next to the sink

"oh really?" you smirked, as he kissed up your neck, you pressed back against him causing a small moan to emit from his perfect pink lips

"okay eddie im ready to go!" you heard dustin scream as he walked down the hall

"fucking cock block" eddie mumbled, leaning his forehead against your shoulder causing you to giggle

"go on, i'm gonna work on our surprise date" you said and he kissed your shoulder

"its not really a surprise if you tell me about it" he said, pulling away from you causing the chilly air to nip at your skin

"well i had to tell you cause you're gonna drive us there" you said smiling

"oh really?" he said, pulling you in for another kiss

"really" you said pulling away

"ew gross guys cmon im right here" you heard dustin complain. you giggled as you watched eddie flick dustins temple as he passed him on the way to your room

a few minutes later he came back out wearing his newly cleaned hellfire t shirt and black jeans, slipping on his shoes

"lets go" he said, keys in hand

after eddie got back, you two packed up food, and you honestly didn't care that you knew he knew where you guys were going

you had gotten dressed into a comfy sweater and jeans, knowing it was going to be a bit nippy when the sun set by the lake

eddie helped you push the picnic basket and blankets into the back of his van then helped you up into the passenger seat, shutting your door for you, always refusing for you to get it because to him 'a lady should never get her own door' and always insisted he did it instead

"so i think i know where we're having our surprise date" eddie said with a smirk, hopping into the drivers seat and shutting the door

he turned on the engine in his van and started the usual drive from your house to lovers lake

the radio played softly, and you turned your body to admire him, watching him focus on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the clutch.

"what's going through your mind pretty girl?" he asked, noticing you looking

"nothing, just admiring how pretty you are," you smiled, and he stretched the hand he had on the clutch and moved it to your thigh

you put your hand on top of his, stroking his skin lightly before your hands intertwined. you felt the roughness of his calloused fingers graze over yours along with the metal of his rings that he refused to go anywhere without

"you think i'm pretty?" he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips as he glanced over at you

"of course, god broke the mold when he made you," you said with a giggle and eddie rolled his eyes, a real smile stretching over his face

"that's so cheesy" eddie said with a chuckle. the radio continued to play as you sat in comfortable silence

but it wasn't long before the two of you were talking about everything and anything as you usually would end up doing but you secretly loved it, to you it proved you would never run out of things to talk about

before you knew it, you had arrived at your usual spot in lovers lake. it was a small, quiet area that you hadn't seen too many people in but it was perfect for the two of you. there was enough room for the van to be parked on the side of the road, and your usual spot sat in a clearing of bushes which provided some privacy which was nice. it was also close to the water which gave the right amount of ambience to your dates with eddie. it was a peaceful intermission from life everytime you came here and that's why it soon became your favorite

of course during the break up, you were very upset you couldn't go there to think, just out of pure fear you were to see eddie here with some other girl. but you didn't know what was worse, running into him on a date with another girl in your spot, or seeing him there all alone and not being able to be with him sitting on the shoreline

you and eddie took your stuff from his van and walked down to where you normally set the blanket and you had a sense of deja vu wash over you

"agh i'm getting deja vu" you spoke, setting down the blanket which made eddie chuckle

"i just take it that if it was meant to happen before you're where you're meant to be right now" eddie said setting up the food, and you laughed

"when did you become so wise?" you asked in surprise and eddie shrugged with a smile

"somewhere on the walk from the car to here" eddie joked

the sun had set, the food was finished, and the music was playing from one of eddie's transistor radios he had from his van

you were leaning against eddie who was sitting against a tree, giving you the perfect view of the lake while eddie's arms wrapped around you

the song on the radio changed and suddenly you were listening to the familiar tune of 'your song' by elton john

"ugh i love elton, but this song is so cheesy and overplayed" you complained to eddie

"can i tell you a secret?" he responded causing you confusion on his response

"yeah?" you told him

"i actually kinda like this song" he said with a sheepish smile

"what?" you said in surprise and he nodded, shifting his position to get up, offering a hand to help you up from your spot

you stood up as he gently pulled you in close, your hands were on his chest as his arms snaked around your waist, and he rested his hands on your lower back

he started to dance with you as the lyrics flowed, and your heart skipped a beat as he started to sing along

'I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song, and this one's for you'

he quickly kissed you between verses before he continued to sing to you, gently swaying you back and forth as you laid your head on his chest, putting your arms around his neck 'And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world'

you started to tear up a little bit just from the amount of pure love for the man in front of you. he moved his head to get your attention just to sing you your favorite line from the whole song

'yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen'

you smiled and looked away, blushing as he continued to sing along until the song ended and the two of you stood there in each other's arms, the radio switching to some other song while hearing the light waves from the lake splash onto the edge of the ground where you stood

"i guess its not such a cheesy song after all" you muttered, wiping a tear from your cheek

"guess not" eddie agreed, leading to another few minutes of silence of standing there with each other which was pure bliss after the hell you've encountered the past few weeks, before eddie spoke again

"it's all true though" he said and you responded with an intrigued "hm?"

"the song, it's true for me. you make life the most wonderful thing to experience just because you're here with me, and i can't say it enough but i love you more than life y/n" he said, locking eyes with you

you gently cupped his face, kissing him with such passion you were sure it would break the world record for the amount of love shown through a kiss. he kissed you back, pulling you in close like he would lose you the second he let go. your hands tangled in his hair as your tongues explored each other's mouths like it was new territory.

when you finally pulled away for air, eddie kept you close, leaning his forehead against yours and rubbing a hand on the back of your neck. he kissed your forehead lightly before pulling away, looking at your fingers entangling with his

he quickly pulled away and turned around before he whipped back around and got down on one knee, holding up the ring he always wore on his right hand. the one he stole from his mom's jewelry box when he was 12 but she ended up letting him keep it, finding it endearing he wanted to wear it

"y/n, this is a promise that no matter how stupid i am, that we always work things out, and we stay that way no matter what. i love you and never want to let you go and as a token of my promise, and my love and appreciation, will you please wear my ring and be mine again?" he asked, looking up at you, the lyrics of having the sweetest eyes you've ever seen coming to fruition with his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours

"eddie i-" you started to feel the tears fall down your cheeks as you stopped yourself, a small giggle coming from your mouth

"i love you eddie, yes of course" you said as you stretched out your hand to meet his as he slipped the ring onto your ring finger. it fit a little too perfectly, causing your heart to flutter.

he stood up, picking you up and spinning you around as you let out a laugh squeal combination, before putting you back down on the ground, holding your face as you leaned into his hand, watching his eyes look at you with a look of admiration

"one day i'll write you my version of your song, and it'll be all for you" he said with a smile

"will it include cheesy lyrics?" you laughed and he nodded

"naturally"

fin.

#munsons-melody #stranger things #eddie munson #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

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anyone want to hear my six of crows x jane austen's emma au. yes of course you do don't be silly. the only person allowed to be silly is me as I descend into madness in the course of trying to cast this. (if you think 'I've heard this before' yes I've posted abt it before tho I think it was on my main)

kaz is emma, a bored, overintelligent rich bitch stuck in a country house with a bunch of shit idiot neighbours and almost no one to entertain or match him. fucking useless dad per haskell / mr woodhouse is a weaksauce hypochrondriac, and jordie / isabella has gone and got married and ditched kaz, the bastard. the only consolation is their neighbour inej / mr knightley, who is rich, sensible, popular, and elegible as hell... glory be, an intellectual equal for kaz!

in order to be less bored, kaz takes on a protege, mysterious randomer and natural son wylan / harriet smith, who kaz decides to mould in his own image and make a good match for. wylan is in love with gentleman farmer jesper / robert martin, but kaz is a snob and tries to push him towards local vicar kuwei / mr elton (I KNOW. I'M SORRY KUWEI), but that all goes tits up bc turns out kaz is a fucking terrible matchmaker, who'd've known.

meanwhile, unassuming and a little cold, but locally well-liked matthias / jane fairfax has arrived back in the village, and kaz busily commences hating on him because he's another accomplished young man and he makes him feel inadequate. hot on his heels comes the mysterious nina / frank churchill (NINA I'M SO SORRY I FUCKING HATE FRANK BUT THIS IS WHAT WORKS FOR THE COUPLES YOU CAN BE A NICE FRANK CHURCHILL ): ), who kaz is kind of fascinated by and enjoys sparring with, and hence kind of misses the really obvious signs that nina and matthias are secretly engaged, even though inej, ever thief of secrets, has lowkey noticed something's up, like matthias getting mysterious gifts from someone. kaz ends up being convinced that possibly it's inej that's pursuing matthias, which nina encourages because it helps her cover, and kaz kinda panics.

everyone has petty village drama which culiminates when kaz sneers at pekka rollins / miss bates (LISTEN. LI actually you don't need to listen bc I laughed out loud when I thought of this comparison but hear me out, if you just think of it as the equivalent of the church of barter scene except instead of 'I buried him' it's 'when have you ever stopped at three?' it kind of works. sorry to miss bates tho who is still kinda my fave austen character) at box hill, which culminates in inej going BOY WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM and kaz is like wow she kind of has a point should I be a better person :/

uhh what else even happens. there's a ball after nina massively encourages one, inej saves wylan from being partnerless and later dances with kaz (think of the gloveless dance scene from the 2020 adaptation? yeah? yeahh??). the regency gender conventions here are getting so messed up lmao, never mind. in emma harriet fancies herself in love with mr knightley and emma is forced to realise that she likes him, so let's say that wylan pretends to be after inej, in order to strong arm kaz into realising that he's wanted to marry inej this entire time. wylan's dad turns out to be minted (I'm stretching the book here to make it work w SOC but never mind) but that's after kaz has admitted he fucked up and sent wylan off to marry gentleman farmer jesper, yaaay. nina's relatives who are stopping her from marrying matthias die and hence there's a massive revelation with 'oh they were engaged this whole time lol', kaz is PISSED bc he didn't clock it. uh. everyone gets married and now kaz can escape the shit village and actually go places. the end.

#this would read less batshit if I could draw bc I would just DRAW it #unfortunately I cannot. LOOK AT MY TEXTPOST BOY #six of crows #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #soc au #six of crows au #helnik #wesper #crooked kingdom #yk the lads would kind of eat those regency clothes tho. kaz doesn't dress THAT differently honestly except for those damn breeches fjd

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he-goes-down · 6 months

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0. There Was A Time

fic chapters/warnings/disclaimers/ect

:DISCLAIMER:

Mentions of drugs/ sex ect.

English is not my first language

POV changes

x reader

inconsistent updates

time line is not perfect or accurate

Character may also not be accurate

I'll also be posting this on wattpad and maybe ao3

So if you see it wasn't stolen<3

Also i dont know how tumblr works and how to link chapters together(someone send help)

ALSO THIS NOT EDITED IN ANYWAY SO SORRY IF THERE ARE SPELLING MISTAKES

THANK YOU FOR READING MWUAH MWUAH

LEAVE COMMENTS <3

The studio was warm in the coldest night of this Autumn, warm yellowish light and the red carpeted floor made it feel like a cosy log cabin. A full drum set with a few too many ride cymbals and windchimes sat close to the middle of the fat bare bricked wall, with a small metal bucket that had the remains of broken splinter drumsticks. A rack of guitars and two bass holders stood next to the right wall where an old armchair sits, a few different sized amps scattered round the square room. Right in front of the glass that separates the control room from the studio three mic stand in a line with noise cancelling boxes surrounding each of them.

In the control room there is a strong smell of weed and other smokeable herbs, "No! You can't take Runaway Blues off the album!" A man with short shoulder length brown hair and a moustache protested as he puffed on his cigarette as he lied back on the couch, his dark glasses fell back on his face as he tilted his head back. "I agree with Jake. It shows how good we are even when we're shit faced." The man with long curly hair, a gorgeous ethnic nose, stood up – towering over the other 4 people in the sesh – and began to roll another blunt on one of the control panels. The one that started this debated piped in, "Thanks Dan for taking my side." He said sarcastically, his curly mullet was like a solid cloud on his head, and he has a moustache like Jake. "We'll our wonderful manager and producer here," A man that looked like Jesus pointed to a woman that sat next to Jake on the couch. "Was the one that wasn't shit faced, I think that's why it was actually good, Joshua." He finished. "Hey, hey, I'm not saying it's shit because of you, please believe me y/n!" Josh dramatically pleaded to y/n. She was looking up at the ceiling. Pupils dilated. Blunt in hand. "Just, make it shorter." She said confidently, waving her hand a bit. Still not looking at anyone and head craned back. "You have the answer to everything." Danny said his mouth slightly gaped that such a simple solution didn't register in any of their minds. Or he's just on a psychedelic trip and can't spark up a brain cell.

The following week the band had dates in LA since they were still doing there 'Dreams in Gold' Tour. The band was already at the venue setting up, some still sleeping in the bus. Y/n had some business to attend to in their studio in New York before going down to LA. She decided to walk down the infamous Sunset Strip, as a historic music place like this could not go untrekked when having the chance. Wearing a black turtleneck, dark blue flare jeans with dark brown boots and a satchel bag hanging from her shoulder, a small suitcase's handle in the other hand while the silver case dragged its wheels on the floor. As she caught the sight of the colourful sign of The Rainbow, a voice called to her. "Y/n?" A older man, short blondish hair, leather jacket, sunglasses.

Axl Rose.

And like the trigger of a gun being pulled,

A life was lost.

(or misplaced)

Y/n's POV:

Everything stood still,

I stood still.

Then it all went dark. It was a black lifeless void.

Falling backwards but being physically still.

Time was reversing.

A previous life. My life?

Memories rolling past like an old film.

My head spiralled.

I can't comprehend this. What is happening to me?

My first years of school, late 60's early 70's. That's not right. It was the early 2000's.

Falling in love with music, Queen, Elton John.

Highschool was trip. My parents being stricter than anyone else's, they didn't believe I could have a job as in the music industry.

Studying music in college then going on the Uni and taking a science course to get my folks off my back.

One of my most successful record deals was Mötley Crüe and Bon Jovi.

Before they even started writing lyrics for their songs, I knew it off by heart and helped them gain success with it and recording went like dream.

Now I was searching the East Coast for a new band to sign.

March 1985, The City of Angels.

A flash of light, and my eyes flickered open.

It a cold night, dark but the city light was somewhat comforting.

It was the Sunset Strip, but something was...

Off.

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OMG SORRY IF IT'S SHIT

THIS WAS LIKE THE INTRODUCTION, FIRST PART IS COMING OUT SOON

IM SO EXCITED

(Band at the beginning is greta van fleet )

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your face

summery : When you tell your best friend Eddie that you haven't been kissed since seventh grade, he offers to kiss you. There's only one catch : you don't know when he'll do it. ❕MASTERLIST❕

PART FOUR

You were humming softly to yourself, sorting out the cutlery, trying to put each spoon on top of the other the way mom loved them when Eddie reappeared in the kitchen. You looked at him, eyebrows knitted in confusion. He stole your breath when he came up, slammed the drawer and pinned you to the counter. Before you had time to realize what was happening, he took your face in his warm hands, dark eyes met yours for a moment before they closed.

He kissed you, long, slow and deep. Your hands weakened after you grabbed the kitchen counter in surprise, your hands slid up his chest and lay on his shoulders. You stood on tiptoe and leaned towards him, finally gathering enough intelligence to respond to his movements. It was necessary, sweet and warm, and although it lasted almost thirty seconds, it ended too quickly for your taste.

You squinted for a moment, trying to get your bearings. Eddie's thumb caressed your lower lip. When he finally spoke again, his voice was nothing more than a breathless whisper.

— I um.. — he swallowed hard. — I'll call you when I get home.

And then he left. He awkwardly turned away from you, his sneakers clanking as he hurried back down the hallway and picked up his bag. You heard the front door slam.

You stood frozen in place. Damn it, it was. Wow. Your fingers touched the lips in shock. His lips. They were hot, soft and cracked. Needy. And his hands. they were so rough and warm when he touched your face pleasantly. You needed them everywhere. You needed the warm weight of his body pressed against the counter again. Needed his kisses to intoxicate you.

Maybe because it was so long ago. That's probably why. You just stuck to him like a stupid duckling. That's why you're suddenly so in love with Eddie Munson. Have you always felt this way?

You found yourself wanting to do a lot more than kiss him. You squirmed a little when you left the kitchen, where the air was still too thick for you to breathe properly, and returned to the living room. Trying to calm your heartbeat, you scrolled through the family collection of records. Music. Music will help. The music was distracting. You stopped at an old "Elton John" record and your hands were shaking.

The chorus was just playing in the headphone speakers when your front door swung open again to reveal your best friend, his cheeks were flushed and his curls were wet from the rain.

— Eddie?

He looked a little panicked as he closed the door behind him, politely kicking off his sneakers before approaching you. — I'm sorry. — he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. — It's just me feeling or..?

You nodded, not even needing an adjective to figure out what he meant. Only then did Eddie notice your slight trembling. He took off his wet jacket, threw it on the sofa and pulled you into his arms. He hummed contentedly, stroking your hair. — You're such an asshole, you know that?

You laughed into his curls, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. He soothingly stroked your lower back in the place where he held you by the waist. — What have I done now?

— You've baffled me. My dick literally got hard just from that stupid kiss.

He grinned in amazement, his cheeks turned pink, and your eyes widened.

— That's why I ran the hell out of here. I mean, I was nervous, of course. That was part of it. But I was also going to break out of my damn jeans. — he scratched his head awkwardly, breaking into a smile when you laughed.

— That's what you'll get. — you gave him a little push. — That's what you got for teasing me all this time, asshole!

He groaned, poking you with his nose in a grin. — Yes, yes, yes.

He kissed you again. And it was even better than the first time.

Your hands were buried in his hair, gently pulling them, he was holding your hips. He cursed at the feeling, letting out a low moan. His words burned your tongue.

— Jesus, Y\N. You're not playing fair. — he threw your head back, and you gasped when his lips penetrated the delicate skin of your throat. — You make me feel like I'm in seventh grade.

You laughed breathlessly, letting him suck the light skin just below your ear. You made the most beautiful sound Eddie had ever heard while he was running his tongue over this place, clinging to it. — I.. uh.. so you're staying for "Elm Street"?

He pulled back to admire your beautiful brown eyes. — Oh, baby. I will stay forever.

And he stayed.

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happiness-of-the-pursuit · 5 months

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Six Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday! Today I'm sharing more from (title also wip) Daddy Issues (rwrb dads' storyline swap: snippets here) which I'm finally digging into more as mentioned in my weekend inspiration post.

Thanks to @welcometololaland @kiwiana-writes @tintagel-or-cockleshells @cultofsappho @ships-to-sail @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @littlemisskittentoes for the tags :)

Of course the whole experience was amazing — hearing the songs he’d grown up learning on piano, watching Elton perform in his glittery jacket and colorful sunglasses, witnessing the entire crowd excitedly scream for a proud gay Englishman. Realistically, Henry knew his favorite part of the evening should’ve been actually getting to meet Sir Elton, telling him “Please, call me Henry” when the legend started to bow. Instead, it was watching him perform “Your Song.” A love song written by a man, for a man. For the entire duration of the holiday, Henry had felt the secret of his sexuality like a weight tied around his ankle, pulling him down, down, down to the ocean floor as two of his favorite people in the entire world floated peacefully on the surface, oblivious to his plight. But in this moment, watching the two of them join in the cheers for a gay icon as the final notes trail off, it was as if Henry’d been tossed a life preserver.

If y'all want to share, tagging: @affectionatelyrs @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine @zwiazdziarka @myheartalivewrites @rmd-writes @everwitch-magiks @indomitable-love @rockyroadkylers @ssmtskw @sherryvalli and anyone who sees and wants to share! Sorry if I missed someone's post, I've been traveling all day :) so if that's you or it's no longer Sunday where you are, feel free to carry it over to Wednesday!

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etherealstar-writes · 2 months

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I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 12

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: twelve

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the REAL karate kid HOLD ON I FELL ASLEEP AND THIS IS WHAT I WAKE UP TO Y/N BAE WHAT IS THIS 😭

elton OMG LESSI MY MEMES SKILLZ ARE FINALLY RUBBING OFF ON YA

stairway still cannot believe this tho y/n 😔

neev neither 😔

willybum the betrayal 😔

the REAL karate kid y/n just so you know, we are not okay 😔

lotte 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ so um ....

neev Y/NNN YOU'RE ALIVE HOW WAS THE DATE

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ he never showed up got stood up 😔

elton oh

stairway that is so sad

willybum that truly is terrible to hear

the REAL karate kid very sad

neev that really sucks

meado you idiots! atleast be nice and pretend to actually feel bad! ignore them y/n i'm really sorry to hear that he didn't deserve you at all

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ thank you beffy 🥺 it's fine gonna thrive in my single life forever i guess 😔✊

stairway well y/n i'm free tonight 👀

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ so am i 👀

willybum absolutely not we have our semis tomorrow you're not going anywhere

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ that is very unfortunate georgia 😔 maybe one day

stairway 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you know now that i'm getting better at my woso knowledge do a few of your teammates just not like messaging? bcuz there's a few not on this chat

neev hold on a sec you're right! chloe, esme, kirby, turner and zelem aren't even in the chat

staiway you forgot to add them ??

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and you guys just realised 😭😭

elton shhhhh i'll add them now

elton added ona batlle

elton oh nuggets

the REAL karate kid HELP

elton i am walking and eating a donut and i accidentally clicked on the wrong person

willybum added katie

willybum do not trust ella to add people to this chat anymore

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ omg hey ona!

kie oh my days

ona batlle hello! :) i am not on the england team?

earpsy you qualify to be here anyway don't ya worry

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ ona, may i just say you are very peng

stairway Y/N.

neev peng 😭😭

ona batlle i am not sure what that means but i can only assume that it is good so thank you!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ do you think i'm peng?

ona batlle yes sure! of course!

stairway 😐😐

katie ur ugly

elton hey katie! nice to see you too

katie i was talking to you

elton that is not nice

katie neither is being friends with you

elton i am not sure where this attitude has come from

willybum i love this new zelem

katie i hope you fall in the shower

willybum i take that back

katie HAHAHA HELP

neev WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING

katie HAH WILLYBUM THESE NAMES 😭😭 and i'm not katie zelem

meado i cannot believe how you guys keep doing this you added katie mccabe not zelem

elton OMG IT WASN'T ME IT WAS LEAH I DIDNT DO IT THIS TIME

rusty metal you literally added ona earlier ...

willybum changed the name katie to mccard

mccard was that name really necessary? really?

willybum yes.

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG THE KATIE MCCABE ILY

mccard hello y/n ❤️

willybum absolutely not stay away from our y/n mccabe

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG CAN WE ADD STEPH CATLEY TOO I LOVE HER

the REAL karate kid HUH

stairway hey hey hey you're supposed to be the lionesses' biggest fan what is this betrayal

neev yeah 😔😔

mccard added steph

meado STEPHYY hey girl!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG OMG NO ONE MOVE

steph katie did you add me here to get attacked bcuz i'm aussie? and heyy beffy!

mccard not this time :)

steph national diving time?! help 😭😭

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ omg hi!! ily you're amazing

steph aww thank you y/n!!

stairway look toone what have you done everyone's stealing y/n away from us now

elton how is any of this my fault?!!

the REAL karate kid it is

neev it is

lotte it is

willybum it is

earpsy it is

brightness it is

daily it is

stairway it is

rusty metal it is

meado it is

mccard it is

elton

i hate you all so much

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

part thirteen here

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geo-winchester · 10 months

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Okayyy!! Here it goes

I've had this idea in my head for a while now and I'm really excited to see it come to life. Can you do a story where both Taron and the reader are dating and are both famous. They get invited to a late night show (you can choose whose!!) to promote their own separate movies and are trying to keep their relationship a secret meanwhile subconsciously throwing each other looks and just being overall supportive of each other? I'm really excited to see what you've come up with, I'm sure I'll love it!!!!

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A/N: hi lovely anon! I’m really sorry this took me a lot of time but I haven’t been really well, I hope this is what you want it and thank you so much for your request!! I hope you’re great and have a wonderful day/night🩵

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When you woke up the first thing that you saw was the light coming from the window, most of the people would say that it woke you up, but no, the kisses coming from the men by your side was the thing that woke you up, you closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep.

-Do you want me to wake you up, love?- Taron said, you try to hide your smile -As you wish…- before you knew it he started to tickle your ribs making you laugh and scream.

-Ok I’m awake, I’m awake- you said trying to catch your breath -I hate you.

-No you don’t- he said with a smirk making you roll your eyes.

-Fine I don’t- you lay on your side and rest your head on your hand before you look at him -Hey handsome.

-Hey love- he said with a smile before he kissed you -So tonight…- you sighed.

-Tonight… how lucky we are, aren’t we? From all the actors that are promoting a movie they decide to interview us in the same show- you giggle -they couldn’t put me with Tom Holland?

-I don’t know if I like that sparkle on your eyes right now- you couldn’t help but giggle.

-Jealous?- he just shrugged as he sat and looked at his hand, you took one of them and before he could say anything you sat on his lap -you know you don’t have to be jealous, right?

-I know is just that- he sighed -I feel scared that everyone will see how great and amazing you are and took you away from me- you gave him a soft smile.

-I feel the same way, but…

-But, you don’t want to become public?

-I promise you, it’s not because I don’t want to tell the world that I’m yours, it's just I like this, I like you just for me and this little bubble we built and I’m afraid that everything will change.

-I know…- he said as he cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead.

-So are you ok with not being public?- You asked.

-As long as I’m with you it doesn’t matter- he said looking at your eyes, you smiled before you kissed him.

-I think we still have time- you said with a smirk, but before he could kiss you, Nelly came in to the room and jump on the bed interrupting you, the two of you giggles as Nelly lick your faces -Hey pretty girl- you said -I think someone’s hungry- you said as you pet Nelly.

-If I’m honest she’s not the only one- Taron said.

-ok, let’s go amor- you said -let’s get the both of you something to eat.

As you were waiting for the show to start you couldn’t help but feel nervous, this was the first time you were on the Graham Norton show. You were trying to remember some of the things you needed to say about the new film when you felt your phone buzzing.

*you look incredible hot in that dress* Taron texted you, when you answered him, you looked at him, he pretended to be focused on his phone but you could see the little smirk on his face. Before you knew it you were talking with graham and the other guest, every now and then you could feel Taron’s gaze, and if you were honest you couldn’t help but to look at him.

-So Yn, taron, I know this isn’t the first time you met- you shook your head.

-We met at Elton John's AIDS party and we got along pretty quickly, right love?- he said as he took your hand, you nod.

-God you look fantastic together.

-That’s what my mom said- you said, making the crowd gasp.

-so you met her mother?- Graham said.

-And she met mine- he said -I think she likes her better than I, and I can’t blame her, I mean she’s an amazing actress and singer- you couldn’t help but blush -I actually saw her on one of her shows on Chicago, I was amazed with her talent- he said.

-I also went to one of your shows. You were really good…

-Oh god don’t let me start with that- he said blushing.

-What happened?- Graham asked.

-I saw her in one of the first rows before the show, and the first thing that I told to myself was, this is my chance to show her my talent…

-And what happened??- Graham said more excitedly.

-I passed out- the crowd burst into laughter.

-But then I went to another show, and he was awesome. If you think he was incredible on black bird in that show he was wow- he smiled at you.

Before you knew it the show was done, you start to made your way to your dress room but someone took you by your arm and made you got inside to a room, you immediately relax when you saw Taron´s face, before you could say anything you felt his lips on yours, you put your arms around his neck making the kiss goes deep, but you stopped in one second.

-Shit amor, you almost gave me a heart attack- you said making him giggle.

-I’m sorry but I couldn't wait to kiss you until we get home, especially with that text- you gave him a little kiss -Hey, you never told me that you went to my play again- he said.

-Because if i'm honest i was a little embarrassed.

-Why?

-Because… I had a crush on you and I felt like a total psycho going again just so I can have a chance to see you- he smirks.

-Do you want to hear something funny?- you nod -I saw your play two times, i have the same reason that you had- you kissed him again.

-Ok handsome, why don't we get ready to go so I can show you how this dress looks on the floor- you say with a smirk.

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COME BACK...BE HERE CHARLES LECLERC

summary: charles and grace have been a couple for almost 8 years, but f1 and time as a couple are not compatible, making her be devastated every night for not having him by her side.

pairing: charles leclerc x grace (reader)

words: 3.4K

warning: angst but with a happy ending. some bad words maybe. reference to sex, but nothing happens. and as I told you before, english is not my native language, so any spelling or writing error is the fault of the translator.

notes: i added verses from elton john's “don't go breaking my heart”, but the story is still based on taylor swift's “come back be here”.

tags: @midnightric @dan3avacado (if you want to be tagged in the next stories, let me know in the comments! <3)

Remember that you can find the list of songs and the previous imagines here :)

Enjoy, C

Charles and I have known each other forever. Our moms have been best friends since they were little girls, so our families are very close. And that's how we basically grew up together, we saw the world together, and at some point in our adolescence we started to develop feelings for each other.

When he was 17 and I was 16, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and that's when we began a relationship that lasted for years. It was a beautiful love, everyone thought we were soul mates, our mothers said "we always knew you would end up together". But something broke between us.

Charles began his career at a very young age when he was 7 years old when he competed in karting races and from then on he has not stopped until today in Formula 1. Obviously I am very happy and proud to see how far he has come, but he has measured that he has been rising in his career, he has been having less and less time for his personal life itself, for his family, his friends, for me...

Light streaming through the curtains hits me directly in the face. I slowly open my eyes, reach my arm across the bed only to find the pile of crumpled blankets and a Ferrari hoodie as the only trace of Charles. I sit up a little in bed as I rub my eyes and see a small note.

Love, I know I promised you that we could spend the day together. But my communications manager sent me a message saying that I would have to get to London earlier for a couple of interviews that weren't scheduled :( I'm so sorry. I didn't want to wake you up to say goodbye properly because it was so late and I know you were tired. Text me when you're awake and have read this.

Love you, Charles.

I sit on the bed, reach for Charles's hoodie and take him in my arms. I inhale to catch the scent of his perfume. Seconds later I feel tears running down my cheeks and wetting the garment that I hold even tighter.

We barely made the most of our time together. I had planned some things for both of us to enjoy today. I felt like my heart was breaking into pieces every time this happened, I hated needing him the way I needed him, I hated missing him the way I missed him.

I didn't call or text him that day as he had asked in the little note he left on my bed that morning. Throughout that day, I did alone all the plans I had for us together, until the night came.

Wearing Charles's hoodie, I curled up on my bed as I checked my cell phone. As expected, I had some messages and calls from Charles, also some from Pierre (which I assumed was Charles too, but from his friend's phone).

When I had some time and I could travel with him to accompany him to his races, we were invited to the after-race parties. He knew I hated parties, he knew I hated crowds, but I still convinced him that I would be fine and that I could handle it. But as soon as we were there, it would only be a few minutes and he would take me out of the place. We'd get in his car and he'd drive anywhere, he always had a special place. With the window open, the wind ruffling my hair.

Devastated, I remembered our times together. With Charles everything was different, everything was special, he made me feel special and loved.

Just as I had done all day, I kept crying and crying, remembering our times together. This wasn't fair, why did everything have to be so difficult. I loved him, of course I loved him, but his distance hurt me.

Days passed and I was still depressed at home. My routine was to get up, shower and go back to bed. But I couldn't go on like this, I had to get on with my life, so I drew strength from where I didn't know I had it and tried to get out of my state of depression.

Before Charles arrived in my city that day, my boss had summoned me to his office to tell me that he was downsizing, making the decision to fire me. So now I am jobless.

I graduated in communication and public relations at the International University of Monaco, and since then I have been working in the same company. Maybe fate wants me to change places, after all it was not the best environment and I did not feel comfortable in that place.

That day I got up early, took a shower and had a good breakfast. With a couple of copies of my resume in hand and a bag slung over my shoulder, I wait for my friend at my front door. I could go alone to look for a job, but she refused me to go alone, saying that then we could also spend time together.

We went all over the city leaving my resume in all the places where we thought they might need my services. We were very tired, so after being there since 7:30 in the morning and now it was almost 5 in the afternoon, she would take me home in her car while we had a coffee that we went to buy at a Starbucks on the road.

We were talking about random stuff with the music on the radio in the background when suddenly I heard the first chords of that song. Our song.

Don´t Go Breaking My Heart. Charles and I used to always sing it and it was our favorite to play at karaoke. He sang the Elton John part and I sang the Kiki Dee part.

“Nobody told us 'cause nobody showed us. Now it's up to us babe. Whoa I think we can make it.”

No one told us this was going to be this hard, no one told me I'd miss him the way I miss him. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he would arrive, either with a message or better yet, seeing him in person, and it made my hope in our relationship reappear. We could do this, I could do this.

“So don't misunderstand me, you put the light in my life. Oh, you put the spark to the flame.”

—Grace, are you ok?— La voz de mi amiga me sacó rápidamente de mis pensamientos.

—Yes, everything is completely fine.

—Are you sure? I see you a little… gone. Don't worry, you'll find a job soon.— Sure, she didn't know about Charles. I hadn't talked about it with anyone. — And if you need help with money, please don't hesitate to…

—I know, and I really appreciate it, Luna.

…

When I finally got home, I took a short shower and put on comfortable clothes. I sat on the couch to watch some TV, when I suddenly remember seeing a text from my mom, so I grabbed my phone to answer her.

mom<3: hi honey, why don’t you answer my calls? are you busy?

me: hey mom, yes, i was a bit busy sorry

mom<3: are you ok?

me: i'm completely fine, why the question?

mom<3: charles called me to ask how you were. Did something happen with him? You know you can trust me, right?

Now I understand.

me: everything is fine, don't worry

Obviously she wasn't going to believe me. So that same day at night while I was heating water to make me a tea, I heard the doorbell ring. I walk to the door at a fast pace, and when I open it I find my mother and Charles's mother on the other side, with some bags that gave off an exquisite smell.

—Mom, Pascale... what are you doing here?

—Can we come in?— My mom asked with a smile.

—Please come in.— When they walk in, they both give me some hugs that last longer than usual.

Yes, this definitely had something to do with the conversation with my mother earlier.

—What do they bring there? It smells delicious.— I tell them as I close the door behind us and we walk into the living room.

—We brought some pasta from the restaurant that you like so we can have dinner together, it's been a long time since we spent time together, don't you think, honey?— Pascale said with a smile.

—It's true, yes.

—Are you hungry baby?

—Starving.

So the three of us headed to the dining room. I took the forks and napkins to put them on the table.

—What do you want for a drink, ladies? I have some wine…— I tell them as I raise the bottle of wine in the air.

—Please, what would this pasta be without a glass of wine? Bring that please.

I put on some music and we started eating. I sighed when I took the first bite. It's been a while since I ate this pasta, with Charles we always used to go when we had time...

—So honey…— Charles's mother said after taking a sip of her wine. I was sitting at the head of the table and the two of them at my sides.

—I love you two with all my heart and I love that you're here with me, but I need to know the specific reason you're here.— Of course I knew the reason, but I needed them to tell me.

—Charles told me you haven't been answering his calls or texts since he left.— And he told us that he left without saying goodbye, that maybe the reason because you're mad.— Pascale says.

—Yes.— I said simply.

—It's more than that, isn't it?...—It was my mom, she knew me like the back of her hand. It wasn't worth lying to her anyway, one way or another she would find out.

—What happens is…— I look at the ceiling and take a slow breath.— Yes, it's more than that. I'm not mad at him because he left without saying goodbye, I'm not even mad at him. It's something that's been around for a while, it's just… I miss him a lot.— With the last sentence, I feel my voice break. My mother puts her hand on mine.— I'm so proud of him, where he is now. But I feel alone, we hardly see each other because his schedule doesn't allow it. And I don't know how to tell him, because it's not like he can do anything about it. It's his job and I'm not going to stop him from following his dream or anything. But sometimes I think that we should…— I fall silent. I refuse to think that it's best that we end our relationship and go our separate ways. I can't even say it out loud

—We understand you dear, we only want the best for you two, always. And if you ever want to take different paths because you think it's the best decision, we'll support you.— Now Pascale places her hand on my free hand.

—I don’t want to do that. I love him so much.— I finally break as tears fall down my cheeks. They both quickly pull their chairs closer to me and cover me with their arms. And I cry. First time I've talked about this with someone, I always kept it to myself because I thought it was silly and that I would soon get over it, I thought everything would get better.

Calming my tears little by little and drinking the glass of water that Pascale brought me, we slowly return to our conversation.

—And what did you do today?

—Oh, I've been in the street since morning. Luna accompanied me to leave my resume to many places and…

—Did you get fired from your job?— My mother asked.

—Yes, but don't worry. I know someone will hire me soon, and I have money saved anyway, so I'll be fine.

—Yes, you'll be fine.

After that exquisite dinner and an emotional release with feelings that I had kept for a long time, both women left my house, leaving me alone again. I finally decide to send a message to Charles.

me to charlie <3: did you send our moms to check on me?

charlie<3 to me: you got me

me to charlie <3: I appreciate it

me to charlie <3: I'm sorry I haven't answered you all these days. I'm not mad at you sweetheart, I just haven't been well and I didn't want to talk to anyone.

I did not want to talk to him.

charlie<3 to me: what happened peach? do you want me to call you? I have a time now

me to charlie <3: don't worry, it's something I'd like to talk about in person anyway

charlie<3 to me: do you want to break up with me? Hahaha

I swallowed at the thought.

me to charlie <3: no

charlie<3 to me: we'll be together sooner than you think, you'll see.

…

It was august, which meant that Formula 1 was beginning its summer break until the next race in Belgium, which was later that same month.

So now Pascale, Arthur, the Leclercs' younger brother, and I were at the airport waiting for Charles to arrive. I couldn't stay still in my place, stamping my foot on the ground, biting my lower lip and my nails.

—I thought you had already kicked that bad habit, girl.— Pascale tells me as she moves my hands away from my mouth.— Don't worry, he told me he's almost here.— That clearly didn't help my nerves rise. Next to me I felt Arthur giving me a gentle push.

—Speaking of the king of Rome.—And here he came. He was walking towards us with a big smile on his face. A cart with a couple of suitcases on it.

—Son, my love. I missed you so much.— Pascale quickly wrapped her son in her arms as she placed kisses all over his face.

—I missed you too mom, you have no idea how much.

Then Arthur followed. They both hugged each other along with strong friendly pats on the other's back.

And finally he got to me. He stood in front of me and looked me in the eye. He brought his hand up to my cheek and I immediately sank into his touch, like a puppy being petted by its owner.

—Hey.— It was all it took to pull me into his arms. He breathed a sigh of relief into my hair. Being taller than me, I was standing on the tip of my feet, with my arms around his neck and my face barely reaching to rest on his shoulder. We parted slightly from the hug and he took my face in his hands to leave a sweet kiss on my lips. I was not a big fan of showing affection in public, and even less so in front of his family. So the kiss lasted only a few short seconds before we parted ways.

—Yuck.— We hear Arthur say next to us, who had already taken the cart that Charles had before.

—Arthur.— His mother scolded him.— Are you ready to go home?

Charles nods as he takes my hand and strokes it gently.

…

That same night, we all went to dinner at a fancy restaurant that Charles himself had booked. With us were some of his cousins, some aunts and uncles, and my parents.

Sitting next to me, Charles squeezed my thigh under the table while he had a conversation with one of his uncles and I laughed at a joke Arthur had made.

Suddenly I feel the lack of warmth on my thigh as Charles pulls his hand away from me, only seconds later to hear him speak.

—I would like to make a toast.— he exclaims and immediately has the attention of everyone at the table.— I want everyone to raise their glasses, I want to thank, first of all, the two women that I have at my sides.To my mom, who always knows what to say every time I feel bad, without her I would have given up a long time ago. And also to my girlfriend, who has accompanied me since I was a child and has not left my side since. But I still thank each one of you for being here in the first place, and for always being with me when I have needed it. The place where I am now is thanks to all of you, I really thank you from the bottom of my heart.

After that toast, Charles asks me to join him for a breather and I immediately follow. He takes my hand as he leads us both out.

He sits on a bench outside and pulls my arm so I can sit on his lap. With my hands resting on his chest, one of his hands on my waist and the other brushing my hair.

—We haven't been able to get time to ourselves since I got here, how are you sweetheart?— Despite the darkness, I can see the sparkle in his eyes and the moonlight reflected in them.

—Better now that you're here.

—Don't you have anything to say to me?

—No.— Now I put both of my hands on his face to pull him closer to me and kiss him. It is a slow, passionate kiss, but not too much. I hear him sigh over my mouth and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I run one of my hands from his jaw to the back of his neck to lovingly play with his hair. His hands on my hips leaving caresses with his fingers.— I missed you so much.

—I know you got fired from your job.— he said as soon as we parted a few inches. I frowned at him.— Mom told me.

—Oh.— I say simply.

—Why you didn’t tell me?

—I didn't want to distract you from your work, and I can handle it on my own anyway, honestly.

—I know that you can handle it. But it's something important, you could have told me. You will never, hey, listen to me.—He takes my face with both of his hands so that I look directly into his eyes.—You will never be a bother to me.

—Charles, about that…

—Tell me sweetheart.

—You know, I was just thinking about us, and…

—Hey, lovebirds.— Arthur's voice brings our conversation to an end.— I don't like being the third wheel, but my mom and my uncle inside are singing karaoke and I was a little embarrassed.

—Did you say karaoke?— I asked as I got up from Charles's legs, completely forgetting the previous topic of conversation, as if I hadn't been about to tell him that I intended to end our relationship.— Come on, come on, pleeeeease.

Charles just laughs and follows me as I excitedly walk into the store.

—Thanks for leaving me alone!— Arthur says.

—You should get yourself a girlfriend, brother.— Charles manages to say before we enter.

…

Two days later, Charles and I were on our way to the airport. The Monegasque had prepared a trip for the two of us where we would tour Latin America with some of his friends, starting with Cancún Mexico, Peru, Colombia and ending in Brazil.

My parents were taking us to the airport, so we had already said goodbye to Charles's family.

—I want you to take good care of yourselves, please. Call me when you can to tell me how you are and if everything's alright.— My mother says as she watches us in the rearview mirror.

—And please use a condom. I don't really like the idea of being called grandfather, I'm still too young for that.— My dad finishes.

—Dad…— I say, embarrassed to talk about sexual matters with them.

—I'm serious.

When we got to the airport, the goodbye (my mom's specifically) was a bit dramatic. When she finally set us free, the paperwork for us to get on the plane didn't take long.

The next thing I knew, we were already landing in Cancun. I yawn and look to my right to see Charles sleeping passively.

—Charles, baby.— I shake him gently until he wakes up.— We're about to land.

Already in the place, a friend of Charles received us and took us to our cabin where we would stay for 4 days before continuing our trip.

He and his friends rented a large space with a couple of cabins with access to a lagoon and that was also close to the beach. Our cabin was a bit away from his friends' cabin “so that we have more time alone” (Charles's words).

Now we were all on a yacht in the middle of the beach. The place was beautiful. Charles and I were resting in the sun after getting in the water and being there for a long time. Our bodies side by side a few inches apart, our hands joined as he caressed mine with his thumb.

—Everything okay baby?

—Everything is excellent, I love this place.

—You know, I wanted to tell you something. I really didn't want to tell you until I'm completely sure it can come true, but anyway I want to tell you as soon as possible so you can take your time to think about it… You know my communications assistant, right?

—Of course, Emma, she is lovely.

I watch as Charles sits up and looks at me. I copy his action, now facing each other.

—Yes, good. You know that she is old, so this is her last semester in Formula 1 since she is going to retire.

—Oh.

—Whether. Well I know this is going to sound crazy, don't panic. It was something that I discussed with the team and the head of the communications department. I told him about you, and he told me that it would be a good idea for you to take Emma's place...

I was stunned. I opened my mouth and closed it again, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

—Please, don't panic, I know it sounds crazy. In the event that you accept, since you are not required to do so, It would include a process so that you can progressively include yourself in the team before Emma leaves.

—Charles…

He reaches for my hands.

—Grace, think about it… It's a great job offer. And besides, you and I could spend so much time together, it would be a dream for me to be able to see you whenever I want, all the time. It is a torment for me to have you so far away every day.

—I'm not going to lie to you, Charles, what you're telling me is a bit scary for me. Totally changing my routine, reaching out to a whole new group of workers…Will they like me? Will I be good enough? Do you think I can...?

—Hey hey, I know it's scary, but my advice is don't think about it so much, don't let those negative ideas eat you up. You are magnificent at your work, you always have been. And besides, how could they not like you? You are the sweetest, kindest and funniest person I know…

I walk over to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

—I'll think about it Charles, I promise.

…

In a blink of an eye, our trip was already over. Which meant there was only a week left until Charles had to go back to the reality of him in Formula 1, and I would have to go back to my reality of being away from him.

I had thought about what Charles had told me, and I had thought about it a lot. Even my anxiety sometimes wouldn't let me sleep at night thinking about it. Did I want to accept? Of course. But it was impossible not to feel fear. Besides, there's a good chance someone else deserves the job a lot more than I do.

This last week was planned to stay with Charles and his family. So while we unpack, Pascale is sitting on Charles's bed as she listens to some of the events of our trip.

—I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Now I leave you alone. You must be very tired. I'll call you when dinner's ready.— And just like that, Pascale leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

Charles sighs as he closes his already empty suitcase and sets it aside. He now sits next to me to help me finish taking out my clothes.

—No need Charles, if you want you can sleep while I finish. Anyway, I don't have much left.

—No, it's okay, I'll help you.— So we started unpacking. Silence filled the room, I could almost hear Charles's heart beating. It was time to talk about it, it was now or never.

—I was thinking…— I started. Charles looked up to put all his attention on me.— You know, Charles, lately I've been thinking a lot about this, about us. I think… we both haven't had a very good time being away from each other for so long. Every time you take that plane that takes you away from me, I only keep half of my heart, because the other half leaves with you. And I am devastated. At first I thought it was something I could handle but the feelings were very strong. I never talked about this with anyone until that day when your mom and mine came to see me, I finally broke down and told them everything. Many ideas went through my head, I thought that perhaps the best thing was for us to separate.

—No, Grace, you, I…— Charles quickly cuts me off, scared. Still both on the floor, with the suitcase between us, I crawl around it until I reach him and take his face in my hands.

—I love you Charles, I love you so much it hurts.— I whisper inches from his face.

—I love you too, I love you so much that if you think you'll be better off if we end this, I'll accept it.— Just whispers, looking down at his hands. My heart will break, but I'll get over it in time, don't worry. And we can still be friends after all.

—I don't want you to get over me, Charles. I don't want this to end, ever.— He looks up again.— You're the love of my life.

—And you are the love of my life.—

—And then, I was also thinking about what you told me about working as your communications assistant… I still have many insecurities about it, and it is something that has not allowed me to be calm. But…then I think I should heed your advice, and go for it, give it a try.

—Yes, I told you so.— I see a small smile appear on his beautiful face.

—And so I thought it would be nice if I accepted it.

—Tell me you're not kidding...

—I'm not kidding Charles.

—Are you sure?

—Very sure. I go to everything with you, together.

And suddenly, Charles gets up from the floor abruptly making me freak out.

—Fuck, I can't find my phone. I have to call John now.— He walks around the room looking for the device. Then I get up and reach for Charles, hugging him from behind.

—I think it would be best if you call him tomorrow, there's still time.— He quickly relaxes into my touch.

—You're right, I'd better wait until tomorrow.

—How about we take a nap now?— I tell him as he turns to look at me.

—Whatever you say, love of my life.

…

NOTE: You know, I really want to write a second part. I still don't know what song to inspire me with, maybe "lover", "paper rings" or some other (you can leave me recommendations in the comments if you like). But it would be to follow the story of Charles and Grace as they work together…situations in the paddock, lots of love. And maybe add some appearance from mick and inez (the story where she is an f1 journalist). What do you think?

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Can you rank the Austen men from most to least likely to be unfaithful to their wives?

Ya people with your great questions messing up my carefully organized queue... lol, who am I kidding I have no organization. Excellent question!

I honestly believe that Jane Austen wrote and imagined these men as faithful, but given their personalities, moral codes, and circumstances, I shall sort them into two buckets, More Likely and Not Likely

Not Likely:

Fitzwilliam Darcy - I buy the argument that Darcy is demisexual, so I don't think he seeks out sex without emotional attachment and he'd definitely consider an emotional attachment cheating. I doubt he's a virgin, but I think he'd be faithful when married.

Edward Ferrars - he may have accidentally fallen in love while engaged, but he remained faithful to a woman he didn't even like. I cannot see him cheating on Elinor in a million years. Also, with his profession and dislike of London, he has low accessibility (a big factor in cheating).

George Knightley - perfectly content to mostly stay at home and hang out with Emma and her dad. I can't say he's ever seemed terribly sex motivated to me. Also, rarely leaves Highbury so low access.

Henry Tilney - My best boy would never do that to Catherine!

Colonel Brandon - No one in the history of the earth has ever exuded such a strong monogamous vibe. It is Marianne Dashwood or NO ONE.

More Likely:

Captain Wentworth - I think it really depends if Anne is able to travel with him. I'm mostly putting him here because I do get the feeling he has a fairly high sex drive and the navy means long separations and high availability. If Anne is pregnant or has children, traveling with him may be difficult or impossible. Emotionally though, he's all Anne.

Edmund Bertram - He'd feel very bad about it afterwards, but I can see it.

Charles Bingley - Sorry dude, again, I can see it. The fact that he constantly falls in love worries me. I do think he's too nice to ever let Jane find out.

Hm, those are just the heroes. Here are some bonus guys rapid fire:

Cheating/Cheated:

Willoughby, Wickham (canonically), Sir Thomas (hinted canon), Frank Churchill, Mr. Rushworth (Maria told him to), William Elliot, Robert Ferrars (ego boost), Sir Walter (his kids are too well spaced), General Tilney

Not Cheating:

Sir John Middleton (actively having babies), Dr. Grant (too lazy), John Knightley (he would never), Robert Martin (he would never!), John Dashwood (fears Fanny), Mr. Bennet (canon), Thomas Palmer, Mr. Elton, Mr. Collins (fears reputation damage), Admiral Croft (too in love), Captain Harville (ditto), Charles Musgrove (burns his energy hunting), Mr. Woodhouse (can't even imagine), Mr. Price

Not Included: Henry Crawford because we don't know if he'll marry and John Thorpe because who in their right mind would marry him!

#jane austen #question response #austen men #austen heroes #mr. darcy #mr. knightley #edward ferrars #edmund bertram #captain wentworth #henry tilney #charles bingley #colonel brandon

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Hello, again all you wonderfully, wicked people!

As we know black cats are an essential part of the spooky season as well as an essential part of everyday life! So in honor of that, I made a prompt list dedicated to one of my favorite black cats Salem Saberhagen, who in my opinion had some of the most iconic dialogue in TV history!

I hope you all like this prompt list, and I hope it helps you create! And if you do use it, please credit/tag me so I can check out what you've made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 🖤🎃🕸🔮

P.s. I did change some of the dialogue so it would flow easier when it came to writing for different types of characters.

“You’re the only one who understands me,” “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I care,” - “What are you doing?” “Nothing!” “You’re in a chatroom again pretending to be a woman, aren’t you?” “I like the attention.” - “I have lighted the fuse. Now I just have to wait for the kapowie! Muahahaha!” - “I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you; I just wanted to rule you,” - “You’ll be able to look back on all of this and get revenge,” - “Show me the tuna!” - "I never cared for the name Mildred," - “And let’s give a big warm welcome to sadness,” - “Someone’s gonna end up crying. Probably me,” - “Finally, someone whose life is more pathetic than mine!” - “You don't have to order me a pizza, but make it half sausage, half clam,” - “I need a little fresh air and a latte,”

“As long as you drop everything and stay focused on me, I should be fine,” - “Dogs guard. Cats watch and judge,” - “When I’m happy, I eat! When I’m upset, I eat!” - “Hooray, the toast is stuck! Danger, here I come!” - “They left behind. Be strong. Don’t cry,” - “Still want to take over the world?" - "Cheetos should be served at room temperature, you know,” - “Curse my sarcastic nature!” - “If you misbehave for just one instant, I’ll cut you, man,” - “Dear lord, you picked up a guy at the bus station,” - “It's the 90s, no one eats mortals anymore,” - “I’m rich! Rich, I tell you!” It’s only a few hundred dollars,” “I’m well-off! Well-off, I tell you!” - “Let's destroy everything that's dear to him. Let's indoctrinate him into the cathedral of agony,” “I'm going to write him a very stern letter,” “You're a regular Mad Max, aren't you?” - “A tassel! Don’t you toy with me, you saucy minx!” - “Wow, you must feel like a huge loser,” - “Would you be terribly upset if I threw up in one of your shoes?” - “You laugh, you die,” - “I will not be ignored!” - “All I’ve done all day is eat, sleep, and stare off into space. What an awful existence,” “Hey! I don’t dump on your lifestyle," - “Could you either remove the bandages or kill me?” - “Sorry, thirty waffles is my limit,” - “You think a mirrored ceiling would be too much?” - “Why didn’t you stop them!?” “I was busy,” “Doing what!?” “Playing with my scrunchie,” - “We need a plan,” “How about we weep uncontrollably,” - “I urge you to accept me as your ruler!” - “I’ll be having a quiet weekend, curled up with Memoirs Of A Geisha,” - “Delivery. I want a pizza as fast as possible! And don’t forget the crazy bread!” - “And your face is a bit of a trainwreck too,” - “Tell Elton John he can’t start singing now,” - “I wasn’t always the stud muffin I am today,”

“You owe her an apology. Now! “I’m thinking of how to word it,” “Try 'I’m sorry,'” “Somehow, that just doesn’t feel right…” - “I’d rather be locked in the dishwasher again,” - “Does she know who you are?” “Why does everyone think that’s a necessary part of love,” - “I’m the ultimate bad example,” - “Don’t ask me, I was an English major,” - “Hey, leave the sarcasm to the professionals,” - “Get a real job. And some pants,” - “I’m a cat, I’m curious, so kill me,” - “Still want to take over the world?” “Yes! Wait, no! I meant no!” - “I’d be more nervous if I weren’t so good-looking,” - “Hey chicks, what’s the haps?” - “I’m trying to set the world record for grooving,” - “Sometimes I just like to hear myself talk,” - “You know me any excuse to wear taffeta,” - “Oh, right, I forgot. I’m an animal, I have no self-control,” - “Why am I finding it hard to summon sympathy?” - “Wow, I love a woman who can take charge!” - “I’ll be downstairs creating a distraction,” - “I’m trying to concentrate on expanding my intellectual horizons,” - “Wake up, woman! You’re not a princess, you’re a dragon!” - “Her new obsession is doing wonders for my wardrobe!” - “Please hurry! I’ve been in here for over an hour!” “Why didn’t you call us sooner?” “It wasn’t a problem until I ran out of peanut brittle!” - “So it's true. Taste does skip a generation,” - “I want to say something wise and wonderful right now, but I can't think of anything. Except I love you, and I hope the band knows some Ohio Player,” - “BOO!” “You look ridiculous,” “You were terrified, and you know it,” - “Halloween. Is it just another date on the calendar, or is a state of mind, or is a state of… being?”

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