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zombro-draws · 2 months

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Making Fiends Headcanons #2, clarity on some things and idea(s) (Will be used for my Retold Project)

It's been a while since I made a post here, so I guess it's time for me to make another batch of Making Fiends headcanons, some of which might be used for my retold project. These will be numbered and colored for ease of legibility. This is a long read, be warned lol

Vendetta's First Friend + What Precedes the Takeover:

When I posted my first headcanons, I detailed how I believe Vendetta's fiendery began because she was constantly bullied at school when she moved to Clamburg, however, I forgot to mention that she HAD a friend before her takeover began. Her name is "Melanie", she's pretty much Charlotte in terms of bubbly and cheerful attitude, but more down to Earth and less clingy. One day at Clamburg Elementary, while finishing her classes, Melanie finds Vendetta alone on the playground as faint whimpers and cries are heard. She approaches Vendetta, unintentionally startling her as she thought no one was around. Melanie asks Vendetta why she's crying and playing alone, and she soon begins to hug and comfort Vendetta when she learns about the bullying and how lonely she's been feeling because of it. Shortly after comforting Vendetta, they both begin to talk and play a lot more together, and they soon become very close friends. Soon after a while, Vendetta tells her parents about the new friend she made, and both Viktor and Violetta are very excited and giddy to see their daughter so happy and that she made a friend. However, the bullying didn't stop, in fact, it became more rampant. Vendetta tries to avoid the constant bullying by pushing to the back of her mind and trying to take comfort in Melanie. But despite her parents and Melanie's constant comfort, it soon becomes too much for her to handle and she soon lashes out at Melanie when she tries to comfort her and runs off. After realizing she hurt Melanie from her anger, she runs off to the library, her favorite place to relax and be alone to try and take her mind off of things. While wandering the library, she finds a hidden room behind one of the shelves and discovers a book on how to make creatures known as "fiends". She glances at the book before taking it home to examine it in her room. She skims through the pages to see what she can make with them and brainstorms what to use them for. She first tries to make a few new friends so she's not alone, with Melanie being her only other friend. But then she hatches an idea, to make some fiends pull pranks on those who bullied her so that they stop. These pranks start off fine for the most part, but as time goes on, they start to turn into hostile pranks and Vendetta starts to become power-hungry as a result. During this transition, inhabitants of Clamburg begin to evacuate the town in secrecy so Vendetta doesn't send a fiend to threaten them, including the bullies she's "pranked" before. Unfortunately, Melanie gets caught in the crossfire of pranks and is hurt by a fiend Vendetta unleashed onto another bully. When Vendetta confronts Melanie and attempts to comfort and tend to her wounds, Melanie responds in terror, telling Vendetta to stay away from her and not touch her. Vendetta soon begins to cry, knowing she scared the only friend she had away. She's now alone again and is lost in her own head. Sadness soon turns to rage as she sends fiends out to terrorize the remaining inhabitants of Clamburg. When confronted by her parents, she makes a slug that shrinks her parents down to an extremely small size and leaves them in her hamster's cage so they don't try and stop her; and she makes and uses a fiendish growth potion on her pet hamster to have a bodyguard of sorts for her, now named Grudge. This is also one of many reasons why Vendetta "hates" Charlotte, it's because Charlotte's sort of a reminder of Melanie, how happy and cheery she was, and how happy Vendetta was. At the same time though, Charlotte is also the reason why Vendetta doesn't want to outright destroy her and why Vendetta has some sense of morals, because whenever Charlotte gets sad/depressed, it reminds Vendetta of how SHE was before everything began.

2. Charlene's Life in Clamburg (before Charlotte) + her promise to Vendetta:

In both the web series and TV series, Charlene is shown to have a house that she and Charlotte live in, so I headcanon that Charlene lived in Clamburg many years before she went to bring Charlotte there. While in Clamburg, she would be in charge of "Charlene's Candy and Auto Parts" store, as well as make lots of tasty and sweet pastries for Clamburg Elementary. Despite helping and talking to lots of people in town, she would be pretty lonely at home even though she would talk to Charlotte on the phone daily. Alongside this, I also headcanon that Charlene and Vendetta were friends shortly before Vendetta began her fiendish takeover of the lowly town. Shortly before Vendetta started to pull hostile threat "pranks", Charlene got a call telling her about something that happened to Charlotte's parents and that she needed to pick her granddaughter up immediately. Before she left Clamburg to get Charlotte, she spoke with Vendetta, telling her that she would be bringing her another new friend. She described Charlotte as sweet and loving, though a bit clingy yet equally shy-ish when meeting new people, very talkative and bubbly, and that they would both become friends as soon as they met. But Vendetta had to make a promise to Charlene. The promise is that while she's picking up Charlotte in Vermont, Vendetta shouldn't send any more fiends and to not hurt anyone. As well as when they return, to try and not lash out at Charlotte (because she's a bit sensitive) Unfortunately, Vendetta hurt Melanie with her fiend, so she had already lashed out and sent her fiends to terrorize the town while Charlene was picking up Charlotte from Vermont (this incident and "Charlotte's First Day" happened around 1-2 weeks apart) so fiends are littered all over Clamburg. Though it looks like they don't surround the perimeter of people's houses (especially Charlene's house)

3. (Clarification) The VenChar/Charletta Ship:

Something small I wanna clarify, but whenever I ship the two (Charlotte and Vendetta), I don't, in any way, portray it as "toxic" or whatever the proper term is. I like the whole "Enemy to Lover" trope, and I feel like that could apply to this ship as a whole (even though the rivalry is completely one-sided lol). I want to give Vendetta a redemption arc so that the entire dynamic between the two characters is healthy, and so there could be a happy ending between the two because they both deserve to be happy. Here's a small WIP timeline thingy to describe how I'll go about depicting the ship throughout the project (using some of the episodes from the TV since some of those episodes will be repurposed and redeveloped in my Retold Project): In "Charlotte's First Day", Charlotte meets Vendetta and soon starts to think they're friends. After her day at school and wrecking the whole place, she goes home and tells Charlene about the new friend she made, and Charlene is happy that the two got along so quickly. After a while, the events of "Parents" play out, and Charlotte's nativity begins to slip away since she hasn't seen her parents in months and she starts to feel depressed when Vendetta shows her parents at parent-teacher night. Vendetta decides to use this opportunity to make fiends disguised as Charlotte's parents to finally destroy her. But Charlotte still naive as ever, thinks Vendetta actually brought her parents back from space and is grateful Vendetta did such a nice thing Then after this episode, "No Singing" plays out and Charlotte gets depressed because of Maggie's poem, Vendetta tries to cheer her up (only because she made a fiend to crush anything/anyone that sings, hoping Charlotte would sing) and Charlotte begins to feel more comforted while around Vendetta, so much so that she begins to feel warm and giddy every time she thinks about her. Ironically, Vendetta began to feel the same way towards Charlotte ever so slightly (tho she managed to suppress those feelings a bit).

This is a small rough timeline I thought of for how their relationship evolves as time and the project go on. I want their relationship to feel and flow normally, while

4. "The Slumber Party":

One small idea for a chapter/episode in my project is called "The Slumber Party". Later on in the project, Charlotte becomes self-aware of how she accidentally hurts people and makes things worse due to her naivety. She's afraid that people hate her so much (which isn't entirely false), so she intends to fix the town and regain the people's trust in her. When she goes to middle school, she makes and gives out invitations announcing that she'll be hosting a giant slumber party at her house and welcomes anyone to attend. Charlotte and her grandmother began to bake lots of goodies and make tons of fun activities for the upcoming event. They want everyone to be happy and to give some good faith and positivity towards Charlotte. Once everything's all set and ready, Charlene and Charlotte start waiting for people to show. But to the surprise of both (mostly Charlotte), no one shows up, and Charlotte begins to feel even worse than when she came to her initial realization. She asks her grandmother if everyone still hates her that much, so much so that they can't even call her to inform her that they won't be attending the party. During all this, Vendetta is at home with her hamster Grudge, oddly contemplating the invitation she received from Charlotte. She's trying to decide whether to go to the party or just stay at home and relax. On one hand, she could attend the party to scare and send fiends onto people, wrecking the party as a whole. On the other hand, that would be a waste of resources and it would've been super late into the night anyway, so Vendetta would be very tired. (Though she's secretly thinking of attending the party to at least see Charlotte and maybe have a nice chat with her, buuuuuuut she's trying so hard to suppress those feelings, and for Grudge not to notice lol). While thinking about what to do, she realizes, "Hey, why isn't there any music or laughter coming from Charlotte's house? That place should be packed tonight, considering it usually is whenever she throws a party." When she looks towards Charlotte's house, it's completely blacked out, with only the light from her TV shining through the window of her living room. Did something happen at Charlotte's house? Why are no sounds and music coming from her house? Is there anyone there at all? Why are you thinking about her so much? If you're thinking about her THAT much, why don't you go check on her? Vendetta's mind begins to go all over the place, and she soon decides to go to Charlotte's house and see what's wrong. She takes a medium backpack with lots of supplies. Important stuff like fiend mix, pajamas, blankets, flashlights, a Charlotte plush that was gifted to her (Charlotte has a Vendetta plushie, so neither of them would be alone), and tons of additional supplies. When Vendetta and Grudge arrive at her house, their superstitions are unfortunately correct. There's no one inside besides Charlotte and her grandmother, and Charlotte looks even more depressed than when she heard Maggie's poem. A simple knock at the door grabs their attention, as Charlotte and Charlene are happy to see Vendetta and Grudge attending their slumber party (or what remains from it at least). Despite how late it is (it's around 11pm by the time Vendetta arrives) they both can still have some snacks and watch so TV for a little while before going to sleep. While watching TV together, Charlotte and Vendetta held hands for a little bit and both began to blush, with Charlene and Grudge watching from close by, smiling. Before heading to bed, Vendetta suggests that the two snuggle together, since it would be nice to comfort Charlotte after what happened with the partygoers and whatnot (plus it would be nice for Vendetta to hold Charlotte close to her). As the two begin to fall asleep, they snuggle each other, with their corresponding plushies by their side. Charlotte gives Vendetta a small kiss on the cheek and a quick "thank you" before they both snooze the night away.

I wanted to try and make something that starts off sad but soon has a happy and cutesy ending that continues the story. Since this happens later in the story, Charlotte and Vendetta's relationship begins to form more naturally, showing how Vendetta can feel remorse for Charlotte and that she has a soft side to her that begins to reform.

And with that, those are some headcanons & ideas I have for the retold project I'm working/brainstorming on. I hope you all enjoyed this super long read, and I'll try to type more headcanons more often since it's been forever since the last one. It honestly had a BLAST writing so much for the project. I wanna type so much more for this fan project since I've been hyper-fixated on this show for nearly 3 years, and because the source material BARELY has any information and world-building. I really want to do this series justice since Nickelodeon surely didn't, and it sucks that they did what they did to Amy Winfrey, and this show.

#making fiends #makingfiends #making fiends au #Making Fiends Retold AU #charletta #vendetta x charlotte #venchar #making fiends vendetta #Zombro Draws Headcanons #Zombro Rambles™#Zombro Draws #My laptop restarted TWICE while typing this so I hate to redo the whole thing :sob:#This took like 3-4 days to type cause of work and procrastination :sob:

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libraryofloveletters · 8 months

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Back At It Again

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Warnings: unrequited feelings, childhood friends to something more than friends but less than lovers, mentions of charles' past relationships (charlotte and giada), hints towards there something being wrong in charles and charlotte's relationship, lorenzo gives reader a bit of a reality check, reader's lowkey delulu for charles (like some of y'all), a few time jumps, monaco curse, france 2022 DNF and my personal vendetta against ferrari is showing again sorry.

Word Count: 3.9k

Author's Note: I feel like I never write charles outside of the daddy & me + three series so here you go, sorry for breaking your hearts in advance :))

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Attached at the hip. Everyone knew wherever Charles was, you were only but a few feet away.

It had been like this since you were children, Charles sat next to you in class when he was there. The boy leant over, peeking at your page before scribbling the answers onto his own paper and flashing you a smile.

If you stopped to think, maybe he had you wrapped around his finger since then.

You had always had a soft spot for the driver; except back then, Charles was just Charles. A sweet, soft spoken, smiley little boy with a horrendous bowl cut - something you still teased him about.

A photo hung on your living room wall; you and Charles as children on the front steps of your elementary school, the ice cream that Lorenzo had bought you two dripped all over your faces, hands and uniforms.

There's a big grin on Charles' face as he looks towards the camera but you? You were looking at him, the adoration written across your face.

Sometimes you wondered if you had stopped yourself then, if you would have ended up where you were today.

As much as you held a soft spot for Charles, he held one for you; you were his safe space.

When things got tough and he didn't know what to do or who to turn to, it was you he came running too and you took him in, consoled him with open arms every single time. You dropped everything and everyone the moment Charles came running.

The man had a hold over you, something everyone but you and him seemed to see.

You were madly in love with him and frankly, it clouded all of your judgement. You held him to the highest of standards, you just hoped that one day he'd see you in the same light.

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You found yourself in his driver's room. Charles had invited you along to your home race in Monaco, he had just started with Ferrari and after his split from Giada, he needed some support. You being the good friend you were, well.. you were there for him anytime he called.

He was excited, his first home race with the team had always dreamt of racing with and you, as his best friend, you were just as excited.

Charles found himself starting in P16 but he was certain he could fight his way up, he held out a hope that he'd win but at the very least, get the car into points for the weekend.

Things were going okay in the race, Charles was slowly but surely moving up the leaderboard but it was barely the beginning of the race.

Lap 8 was unfortunately as far as Charles's Monaco Grand Prix went.

The Ferrari driver made his way back to the garage after an incident with Nico Hulkenberg. Charles passes by, quietly making his way to his driver's room to change and you wait for a few minutes before following him, knocking on the door that was shut.

"Charles?" you called from the other side, "can I come in?"

"Yeah," he says and you find him sitting on the bench in the corner of his room. He looks small, broken; it broke your heart to see him like that.

The door shuts behind you but you stay in place, your back to the door as you look around; various shades of Ferrari red, the logo of the prancing horse engraved into the wall.

It made you wonder if Charles ever regretted it.

He had barely started with Ferrari but he was young, so young and to have a world champion as a teammate, not to mention the pressure that comes with being a Ferrari driver on his shoulders at the age of 22 was a lot to handle.

He looks over at you, glancing at the empty spot beside him and you take that as a signal to join him, walking over and sitting next to the man.

"You okay?" You asked quietly and he shrugs. He won't look at you again but you don't miss when he brings his hand up to his face, the back of it wiping across his cheeks. "Charles," you whispered, your hand resting on his knee.

The driver finally looks over at you and it breaks your heart to see him like this. You tsked, arms open as he fell against you. Your touch brought him comfort, you rubbed his back softly as his breathing slowed, calming himself down. His skin was warm and sticky under his fireproofs, the material stuck to your hand and your chin rests on his head as he moves closer to you, holding onto you.

"It's not your fault," you whispered and Charles shook his head, you can feel it against your chest. "It is. If only I turned another way-"

"Charles, no." You stopped him, giving him a nudge to sit up so he could look at you. "Listen, I might not be a racer but even I could see that what happened was Nico's fault. You can't blame yourself for that, there's nothing you could have done differently. I'm sure the team knows that, ask Seb - I know he'd tell you the same thing."

He sniffled, pulling the collar of his top up to wipe his face. He pulls the thing off, tossing it in the corner of his room.

It's quiet again, the two of you sitting next to each other in silence, Charles stared at the wall and you, well you were looking at him - you were always looking at him.

He turns to you, his hand coming up to touch your face, cupping your jaw. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to speak. There's a small smile on his face, "thank you, y/n, for everything."

You return the smile, your hand wrapping around his wrist before giving it a small squeeze. "Anything for you, Charles, you know that."

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Summer break rolls around, Charles is now in his second year with Ferrari and things are going reasonably okay.

He ended off the first half of the season with a DNF in Hungary but he was certain things would pick back up in Belgium after the break.

It's a typical Sunday in Monaco; sunny, hot, people were at ease, out for a stroll or a drive but the Leclerc's were having lunch at Pascale's.

She had invited her boys over for lunch, to have them all home at the same time was a rare treat these days. It was a family day, which meant no girlfriends but you were there but you were always there. Charles' parents, especially his mother, had always seen you like another one of their children; the daughter they always wished to have.

Lunch was on the balcony today, chatting with a side of people watching. Charles sat next to you, his arm stretched out over the back of your chair as you laughed at something Arthur, who sat next to their mother, said. Lorenzo eyes the two of you from the head of the table, his arm on the edge of the table, chin resting on the palm of his hand.

The plates were empty when you stood, starting to pick them up. "Let me help," Pascale goes to stand but you stop her, "no no, you relax. You made lunch, it's the least I could do."

She smiles at you, thanking you as you cleared the table and took everything inside. You had just put away the leftovers and were about to start on washing the dishes when Lorenzo came in, bringing in the empty wine glasses.

"Thank you," you smiled at the oldest Leclerc brother.

He nods, leaning on the counter as he watches you wash the dishes. "What?" You look over at him, setting the plate in the dish rack carefully. "Worried I'll break mama's good china?" You joked and he smiled, shaking his head.

"Are you okay?" You ask seriously, despite you two knowing each other for years, it was unusual for him to just hang around like this.

"Yeah, are you?"

Your brows furrow, setting the washed glasses into the dish rack. "I'm fine, Enzo. You're sure you're okay?" You asked, your back to him as you wiped your hand on the hand towel.

He shrugs and you take that as a drop in the conversation, about to walk back to the balcony but he grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. "I love you like a sister, y/n, so this is why I'm telling you this." He starts.

Worried would be an understatement, all the possibilities spin around your head, from good to bad and you're still racking your brain as to what he wants to tell you.

"Don't let Charles stop you from living your life, y/n." You look at him confused, blinking a few times before you speak. "Wha- Lorenzo, he's not stopping me from doing anything."

"I know he's got you fooled, has you thinking that you'll be next, that he'll come running to you and never leave but he always does. I love him, he's my brother but he's a fuck up when it comes to relationships. He loves you, we all know this but in his own fucked up way, he think you'll always be there for him and that's why he keeps stringing you along. He's in a relationship, y/n, don't forget that."

"Lorenzo, why are you-"

"Listen, I just don't want to see you hurt. I don't want you to wait on him and then when you finally realize he's using you in his own messed up way, that it'd be too late and your whole life has passed you by."

You pause, unsure how to process what he's just told you. You know he's right, you wished he wasn't but he was.

You did the only thing you could think of, the only thing that could keep this going - somewhere in your own fucked up delusions, you knew couldn't lose Charles, doesn't matter if you got hurt in the process.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Enzo." You say quietly, the man nods, sighing. "I know you do, you know exactly what I mean, y/n. Just be careful, okay?"

You don't answer but he looks at you, "do you understand me?" He asks once more and you nod, Lorenzo finally lets go of your wrist.

"Hey," a voice comes from behind Lorenzo; Charles. "Tout va bien?" (everything okay?)

Lorenzo turns to his brother, a smile on his face before he speaks. "Ouais, je parle juste du travail de y/n." (yeah, just talking about y/n's job.)

The man nods, glancing at you for confirmation and you smile, giving himself a subtle nod. Charles hums, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "C'mon, mom wants pictures." He sighs, grabbing your hand to pull you out with him.

You glance over your shoulder, looking back at Lorenzo who gives you a warning glare; he was looking out for you, despite his words cutting into you.

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Laid to your left on the bed, your hand felt over the empty space to find your phone. Squinting, you checked the time - 4:53am.

Who the hell was knocking on your front door?

You pulled the robe on as you stood up, wrapping it around you and tying the knot as you begrudgingly followed the noise to the door. It didn't even occur to you to check who it was before you had already turned the handle.

Much to your surprise, it was Charles with his luggage in tow.

"Charles?" You blinked, rubbing your eyes to make sure you were seeing right. The man steps past you, letting himself into your apartment. He leaves his suitcase by the door, slipping his shoes off before heading to the kitchen. "Yeah okay, come on in then," you mumbled, shutting the door behind you.

He comes back, sitting himself on the couch. There's something in his hand, he pops one into his mouth - grapes. "I don't know what happened." He sighs, passing his hand over his face.

It takes you a second - who can blame you, it is 5 in the morning after all - but you finally connect the dots. He's home in Monaco, he raced yesterday, in France.

"How'd you get here? Isn't everything closed, wait did you drive?"

Charles shook his head, "took the last train out last night, well this morning."

"Okay," you hum, walking into the living room. "Do you want to go home? I can give you a ride -" "No."

"What's going on, Charles?"

You were genuinely confused and concerned about him. You had seen the race, you knew things went sideways fast and it's not like him to come home in such a rush, even if things did go wrong.

He sighs as he leans forward, his elbows on his knees as his face drops into his hands. "Things are bad."

"Meaning?"

"Charlotte," he admits.

This isn't the first time Charles had come running to you when things got tough between the two of them and frankly, it was often that he showed up at your doorstep with nowhere else to go.

"I can't see her right now, y/n." He looks up at you and you nod, walking over to sit next to him. "She's still your girlfriend, Charles. Whatever the issue is, you can talk it out."

"She doesn't understand, y/n - not the way you do." He turns in his seat to look at you, he looks so tired and broken; god, he's lost all the boyish joy you had always loved about him. Some would say it's age but you knew it was more than that. It was Ferrari and all that they made him out to be, the pressure of the world on his shoulders and he's trying, he's pushing and it never seems to be enough.

Ferrari is red; red like the colour of blood, the blood of their drivers, their broken hopes and shattered dreams. You don't escape that place without a fight, and a brutal one at that.

You can't help but reach out to him, your hand pressed to his cheek; warm, the stubble that's formed over the weekend prickled at your hand.

"You're my best friend, you understand me more than I understand myself sometimes." He chuckles, smiling at you.

"I'll always be here, Charles. You don't have to think twice about that."

He nods, smiling at you. "Can I.. stay the night?"

"Isn't.. she looking for you?" You asked hesitantly and he shakes his head. "She thinks I'm coming home on Tuesday, told her I'd be spending some time with Pierre and his family."

You think about it for a second, you know you really shouldn't let him stay. If you were such a good friend, as you had always claimed to be, you'd send him home, let him work out whatever issues he was having with his girlfriend but alas, you were but a woman and a selfish one that is.

Whatever you could do to keep him in your grasp, to live in this delusion for only a second more, you'd do it.

You justified it to yourself; he looks so tired and broken, you can't possibly kick him out.

"Yeah, stay as long as you need." You tell him and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your palm. "Tu es le meilleur," (you're the best.) he says, getting up and making his way down the hallway.

You assumed he was going to the bathroom but when it goes quiet in the hallway, you head over to check on him. "Charles?" You called, seeing that the bathroom door was open and the light was off but when you see your bedroom door open, you peek in to find him in bed.

Charles has always been comfortable in your space; too comfortable if anyone asked.

He was curled up on your bed, the duvet pulled over him with his socks left on your bedroom floor by the bed along with his hoodie and shirt discarded on the chair in the corner. You shook your head, tossing the robe on the chair before getting on the bed. You got into bed as quietly as you could but Charles must have felt the dip in the mattress, rolling over towards you, his arm stretched over your lap.

You smile to yourself, your hand reaching down to twirl a few strands of his hair.

As you looked down at the man, his brother's words rang in your hand.

Your blood runs cold and you feel sick, but you can't bring yourself to move.

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Christmas has always been your favourite time of the year. Your apartment was decorated from the time November 1st rolled around. You had all out this year despite the fact that you were going to visit your sister in the states for the holidays.

You had just put the tray of cookies into the oven when there's a knock on the door. You make your way over, peeking through the peep hole to find Charles there.

"Hey," you give him a small smile when you open the door. He smiles, a bag in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. "Can I come in?" He asks - shockingly.

You step to the side, letting him in. You shut the door behind him before turning around to face the man. "Happy holidays, y/n," he hands the stuff over to you," this is for you."

"Thanks," you take the flowers and the bag, setting it down on the counter as you grab the vase for the flowers.

Per usual, he finds himself on the couch as he looks around. He took in the stuff you had put up since the last time he had been there; a tree in the corner filled with ornaments, garlands, you've changed the curtains on your windows and the hand towels in your kitchen, even the throw pillows were different.

He's sure your bedroom has had a Christmas makeover.

"You okay?" He looks over at you when he notices you're quiet. You nod, setting the flowers into the vase, "I'm fine."

You take a seat on the couch across from him, your legs folding under you when you sit. Charles looks at you a bit confused, not sure what you're doing all the way over there. He pats the spot next to him, "come sit with me, y/n. I missed you."

Rolling your eyes, you scoff at his words.

Now he was really confused. "What's wrong?"

Your hands fold over your chest, looking over at the man. His white knitted hoodie was a size too big for him, swallowing him whole. He looked adorable, you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms but you can't let yourself fall into this again; things never change.

He never changes.

"I'm sick of this, Charles."

"Of what?

"This," you gesture between the two of you, the man's head tilting to the left, brows furrowed. He's still unsure what you meant by that.

"You do this every time, Charles. You don't miss me, you miss the idea of a relationship, someone to be at your beck and call. You know I'm always here for you and because of that, you use me. When things get tough in your relationships or you're single, like you are now, you come running to me and god," you huffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "It's like I never learn, I'm so stupid that I let you in every time."

Charles looks at you, his jaw hanging open a bit. "Y/n, come on- that's not true."

"Yes it is," you nod, sighing. "When you broke up with Giada, you clung to me, Charles. You spent every moment you weren't racing with me until you started seeing Charlotte. When things got tough with Char, you came to me, you hid here until you felt like you had to go home. Somehow you used me as an escape from your real issues, you made me feel special, like you loved me-"

"I did love you, y/n. I do love you." He says, his fingers poking into his chest to emphasize his words. You scoff again - the audacity of this man.

"Don't say shit like that, Charles. you know it's not true. You came to me when things got tough and no matter what was going on in my life, I dropped everything for you. I was always there for you and now that Charlotte's gone, you've come running back to me in hopes that I'll distract you until you find someone new."

"God, why are you making me out to be such a horrible person? I love you, y/n, I care about you. I really do."

"I know you love me, and that you care about me, Charles but I cannot keep doing this."

He sighs, passing a hand over his face. You take his silence as a chance to say what you have to say. "Either we become more or we're nothing at all."

"Y/n, please. Don't be like that," he looks over at you, shaking his head in disbelief. You give him a small shrug, unsure what else to say.

Charles stares at you for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly he's supposed to say. You were his best friend, the only person he had actually trusted enough to confine in, to turn to in times of hardship and you had the audacity to throw that back into his face?

He watches as you stand, walking to the door. "What's the answer?" You asked and his brows furrow, you open the door this time.

You clarify the statement for him. "Are we more or nothing ?"

You're standing there, the front door to your apartment wide open and Charles can't help but laugh when he stands. "You're not serious."

"I am," you nod, taking his words as an answer in itself. "You need to go, Charles."

"Y/n, don't-"

"Charles stop, we all know you don't want more with me, I can see that clearly now. You laughed in my face, that's enough. There's no need to humiliate me anymore, please just go."

He nods, walking over to you. The man stops in front of you, his hand cupping your cheek. "Look at me," he says but you look everywhere but at him. "Y/n, look at me."

You finally do, your eyes meeting his. "You're serious about this?" He asks. "Yes," you nod, "unless you want more."

A tiny piece of you hoped he'd say yes but he lets go of you, moving his hand from your face. "Okay."

"Okay."

Charles leans towards you, his lips pressed to your cheek before finally taking a step back. "I'm sure I'll see you around," he says to you quietly and you nod, chewing at your bottom lip. "Sure."

He steps out of your apartment, walking a few feet down the hallway before he calls for you. "Bye y/n."

You watch from the door, nodding towards him as he steps on the elevator. You've both got a clear view of each other. "Goodbye Charles." you call out to him just as the doors slide shut.

The front door to your apartment shuts as well, your back pressed to the cold wood. Your head tipped back as you sigh. You aren't sure how you're supposed to feel because right now you felt empty and lost; you hoped it wouldn't be like this forever.

That chapter of your life was over and you hoped that one day you'd find the happiness you deserve.

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