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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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❣️lavender haze❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X single mom Cherrie!

Word count: 14k

Summary: in which it’s hard to hate someone who fits into your chaotic family perfectly.

Cherrie could only look at her assistant In absolute shock, mouth dropping open in disbelief as she looked around the now, mostly empty room to see if anybody else was hearing this bullshit.

Because surely she wasn't hearing what she thought she was hearing , there was absolutely no way.

Right?

She blinked quickly, hands pressed firmly to her hips as she shot her irritated glare over to the bane of her existence instead. Deciding to blame him instead, because there was no way that her sweet assistant and close friend . Was the one that had brought this hell upon her, no way.

Not when she and the rest of the whole fucking world knew how much she despised him. No way!

"What did you do?!" She snapped at Charles immediately before he could even think to breathe in her direction. Gritting her teeth when he slowly turned back around from where he had been trying to creep away out of the room, already knowing just how she was about to react.

He himself wasn't taking the news very well, but that was the difference between him and his teammate. He could calmly just go with the flow and nod along , Cherrie could not.

I mean, for fucks sake, her motto in life was get mad and get even! What the hell were their team thinking with this idea?! Were they trying to make sure that he would never have babies in the future? Because that was what was going to happen if he stood too close to a furious Cherrie right now!

He looked over at her in equal annoyance, huffing loudly. Immediately offended by her assumption that this whole idea was his fault! It was definitely not! He wasn't asking to be murdered by a insane, hot tempered , mouthy woman who had balls of steel. Just on her chest instead!

"I didn't do anything! Do you really think that I would willingly demand to spend more time that I need to with you?!" He snapped back at her , glaring at her hatefully. Easily falling into their usual nasty back and forth.

A game of who could last the longest in a battle of insults and shouting until one of them stormed off and cried themselves to sleep. And well, it definitely wasn't Cherrie , he'll tell you that much!

He didn't think he had ever even seen her shed a single tear! She didn't cry, she smacked the shit out of people instead. How on hells planet could they think that arranging for them to travel the whole week together was a good plan? Did they honestly think that the two of them were going to escape this little trip unscathed?

Charles would count it lucky if he made it out with both of his legs still attached! She was terrifying!

Angelina, Cherrie’s assistant and friend , was stood a little behind them as she rolled her eyes and groaned to herself in misery . Sick of the sight of the two teammates always arguing . Which was also the exact reason that their principal had suggested this little bonding trip in the first place, to try and help them to get along a little better.

Because it didn't look good for the team to have two drivers that couldn't go a minute without arguing and without Cherrie threatening him in some way or another.

A lot of people liked to say that Cherrie had gotten her hot temper and bad attitude from her dad, who was also a former world champion in his prime before he retired. He had a reputation of taking not shit and doing whatever the hell he wanted, including telling many a man who he simply didn't like , to fuck off before he made them.

The Ferrari team almost had horrific flashbacks the day that they watched his daughter turn to look at Charles, her new teammate at the time, with a look on her face that could kill even the strongest man.

Utterly furious because Charles had accidentally blocked her from passing him on the track, she had took it upon herself to let him know just how unhappy she was with him in that moment .

It had taken three members of their team to separate them when the screaming match and pointing accusing fingers at each other had begun , thus from that day on a nasty relationship between the two of them had been born.

Simply because of one missunderstanding , Charles now had to deal with a hot headed teammate who couldn't stand the sight of him at all. At first he had tried to apologise to her, tried to make things right between them. Because at the end of the day she was his teammate and he had honestly wanted to be friends, he had admired her since their karting days and always dreamed of working side by side with her like this.

But that had all went to shit the moment he felt his blood stir and skin prickle whenever she so even as much glanced at him. She got underneath his skin and suddenly he couldn't shut his mouth up.

It baffled the rest of the drivers and their friends , because Charles was not a confrontational man. He hated arguing and he didn't get into fights, didn't even argue with his own team when they were wrong. He was the more polite and calm one, the man that wouldn't even step on a fly.

So they could only watch in absolute disbelief as Charles snapped back at her all the time with childish and petty comments , knowing for a fact that Cherrie would want the last word between them. Sometimes they argued and bickered for hours and once Charles had even gotten into the passenger seat of her car just so they could continue arguing before they went go home.

He didn't know why he did it or why he just couldn't stop himself from stirring the pot and making their already tense and flammable relationships worse. He didn't understand why every time he saw her infuriatingly pretty face in front of him, he had to go over to her and bother her until she snapped at him to fuck off. starting yet another argument between them when Charles refused to fuck off like she demanded.

Was some of this tension and prolonged nastiness his fault? Maybe. A little bit. But she started it and now it was as though neither of them wanted it to end! Neither one of them would put their pride aside and just apologise to each other and move on.

And well, their team had enough of seeing them at each other's throats and put their plan in motion.

They were to spend a week together , handing them a camera and telling them to film a few pieces of their days together so they could show the fans that the two teammates didn't hate each other. (They did) and so they could put up this United and totally false front that everything was okay between them, that they totally didn't hear Cherrie regularly cuss him out over the radio at nearly every race.

And they totally didn't watch Charles deliberately mutter things that he knew would piss her off mid conference , smirking to himself when she would pause her talking just to glare over at him and tell him to 'say it again to her fucking face this time you prick!' Her words exactly.

Now both of them were stuck in a situation that neither of the two drivers wanted to be in. Both glaring at each other and both refusing to give in.

"You can't expect me to do this Angelina!" She turned to whine to her assistant instead, placing her hands over her heated cheeks stressfully.

"I'll kill him! And I'm too pretty for prison! Plus, do they even do vegan food in jail? I wouldn't last! Why are you doing this to me? Why?!" She groaned out in misery , genuinely feeling sick at the thought of travelling with Charles to her home too.

She didn't want him there! Didn't want him in a space that was just her own! Didn't want to give him anymore blackmail material.

Hell, she hasn't been home in a while, had she even cleaned the dishes before she left? What if angel's toys were still scattered around the floor? Charles would definitely fall over them and probably break his stupid ankle and then open his big , stupid mouth and blame her for it. He'd probably say she did it on purposes too!

And This was the first time in a two weeks that she was going to be able to see her baby again. She didn't want Charles there for it! Didn't want her baby to see the way that her mother was a little bit of a cunt whenever her teammate was around. That wasn't a very good influence for her to witness at all!

God! This couldn't get any worse!

Meanwhile , while Cherrie was having her little breakdown in the corner . Charles was stood leaning against the wall opposite her and rolling his eyes at her usual dramatics.

"You're being ridiculous! You're not gonna end up in prison.." he breathed out in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to glare over at her.

Cherrie slowly lifted her head and squinted her eyes at him threateningly . "Really? Is that a challenge?" She hissed at him, taking a step towards him.

Charles cleared his throat and darted his eyes away from hers for a moment , a little bit intimidated. Like always. Because thoighbshe may have been pretty, she was scary as fuck when she wanted to be!

He just pursed his lips and didn't answer to her threat. Deciding to be the bigger person. And not at all because he was scared of her. Not at all! Just .. just preserving his voice and his energy for their trip. That's all.

Angelina sighed and shook her head at her friend "I'm sorry Cherrie but you'll just have to push through this and pretend that you like him for a week. I'm sure it'll be okay." She told her with a sympathetic pat to the back, both of them ignoring Charles offended look.

Cherrie paid her scowling teammate no mind. Instead she raked her fingers through her hair with a upset frown.

"I can't! I'm a terrible liar! The hatred will show on my face Angelina!" She whined again. Pouting like a child.

Charles had enough of her speaking about him like he wasn't even there. He scoffed and reached for her arm, dragging her along to the exit door with him to get this shit on the road .

The sooner they started their trip, the sooner it would end. With him, hopefully unharmed!

"That's enough! Let's go! We've got a three hour drive to Paris first! They've booked us some fancy hotel." He instructed her firmly , still dragging her cursing ass along.

Cherrie yanked her arm from his grip and gave his back a shove, nearly sending him flying into the nearest flower pot outside the doors.

She glared over her shoulder at her assistant who was just casually waving goodbye with a sly smile on her face as she watched the two of them shove at each other like little kids, refusing to let the other one out of the door first.

It took a minute but Cherrie managed to trip Charles up and quickly push past him, smirking smugly to herself as she glanced behind her to see her teammate glaring at her as he pulled himself away from the bush she had shoved him into.

"Keys!" She demanded to him, holding out her hand impatiently.

Charles looked at her like she was insane , scoffing loudly as he stomped past her over to his Ferrari. Hearing her quickened steps behind him as she repeated her demand again.

"No fucking way! You're not driving my car! I'm driving!" He argued . Getting into the drivers seat and looking at her through the passenger side window as she refused to get in.

Cherrie rose a eyebrow at him, titling her head. "I'm driving! I am not spending the next three and half hours fiddling my fucking thumbs Charles! Get out and pass me the keys now!" She snapped at him, not giving in.

Charles narrowed his eyes at her, gritting his teeth. "Get in! Stop being so stubborn! You're making this trip even longer!" He shouted at her, already feeling his blood boil just at the sight of her arrogant , stupidly pretty face trying to tell him what to do.

Let her drive his Ferrari? Was she mad? There was in hell that he was ever letting her behind the wheel of his precious car. No fucking way!

Cherrie put on the same face that she gave her toddler whenever she was doing something wrong , only scarier. Eyes hard and voice firm as she tapped her foot impatiently at him, eyes narrowing as she gritted out one last time.

"Give me the keys Charles. This is the last time I'm asking.." the warning in her voice was clear.

Charles averted his eyes from her glare, shivering slightly .

He swallowed. Christ that poor kid. He thought to himself . She had that pissed off mother stance to a T.

Charles dared to shake his head no "no! I'm driving! End of discussion!" He said.

Silence. Tense . Terrifying silence .

Then Charles slowly glanced over to her again and groaned loudly as he saw the look on her face, instantly caving in. He got out of the drivers seat with a loud , pissed off huff, practically throwing the keys at her as he got into the passenger seat of his own car in angered silence.

Cherrie just smugly smirked to herself as she got into the drivers seat with a pleased little sigh , turning on the engine as she glanced over at a pouting Charles in amusement.

He was refusing to even look at her. Mortified by how one hard stare from her had him crumbling like a nervous little boy. Christ. If his friends could see him now... He would never live it down.

They were already teasing him for the way he couldn't leave her alone. Already gave him shit for the way he would vocally go against her in public but do exactly as she demanded in private.

Now was no different.

Why is it always the prettiest ones that are the most batshit crazy ones? It really wasn't fair!

At first glance, you would assume that she could have been a fallen Angel with the Looks she had. Beautiful siren eyes and a button nose, sharp cheekbones and freckles that only ever appeared after a hour in the sun. Big, pouty lips that are permanently flushed a dark pink..

She was the most beautiful woman that Charles had ever seen. But he knew better now.

Because while she may have looked like his dream woman, she was actually the devil in disguise. And honestly she gave him more nightmares than she did dreams!

There was nothing scarier than a beautiful woman's wrath. She had the looks that could kill... literally!

They had been driving for a little over a hour in tense , horrific silence when Charles finally had enough.

Glancing away from the window , where he had been stubbornly facing for the last hour . And over to Cherrie instead , seeing her pursed lips and tense shoulders, he sighed loudly.

"You're driving too slow." He muttered to her moodily , arms crossed over his chest . Keeping his eyes on the side of her face, watching the way her eye twitched and jaw tightened when he spoke.

Smirking to himself where she tightened her fingers around the wheel in a death grip, inhaling deeply.

She didn't even look at him as she spoke lowly "I'm driving safely." She corrected him.

Charles groaned "you're driving like a old woman! You're gonna turn a three hour drive into a five hour one at this rate!" He complained. Exaggerating completely .

Because honestly, she was driving just fine and at a good pace. Charles was just bored and wanted to annoy her again. Not liking the silence that had settled between them, it made him uneasy.

Whereas bickering was a familiar thing between them and when she scoffed at his audacity, he could feel his own shoulders relaxing again.

"Shut up! Unlike you Charles, I have somebody waiting for me at home." She took a low blow at his constant singleness. "I have to be safe for Angel! I can't be a good mother if I'm a dead one!"

Ouch.

Charles took a deep breath and decided to look over her jab at his love life (it didn't exist. Not since he had met her. He chose not to think about why he couldn't even look at another woman or why she was all that was on his mind.)

Instead he looked at her a little curiously , still finding it hard to believe that the woman who often threatened to run him over with his own car was the same woman that was a mother to a adorable little two year old.

"I still can't believe that you have baby ." He admitted to her quietly , still remembering the pure shock he had felt when she took a year leave with a 'medical issue' only to return not even a year later with a cute little baby strapped to her.

Charles had thought he was dreaming when she walked into the Ferrari lounge with a baby. He had only been able to watch from afar as she casually talked to the mechanics as though nothing was strange at all.

Charles had been too scared to go over to her or even see the baby up close . Knowing how much she despised him had kept him away.

Instead he kept up with her life on Instagram . Seeing the cute pictures she posted of Angel all the time , and even ones of the two of them together at home . A completely different image to the tough, ice woman that he worked with.

It was hard for him to digest. Unable to put the two of them together as the same damn woman. It was just...weird . honestly.

Cherrie glanced over at him with a frown "what? Why not?" She muttered confused to what he was going on about.

Charles just shrugged a little "I mean .. I can't picture you being all soft and cuddly. Or playing dolls and braiding hair.. I only know you as someone that pulls hair out and kicks anyone who even try's to hug you.." he told her honestly, his cheeks flushing with colour for some reason .

Unable to meet her eyes for very long once he noticed the look she was giving him. Chewing on the inside of her cheek as she contemplated her answer , feeling a little weird talking to Charles about her life at all.

The two of them had never really just talked... all they did was argue. Cherrie didn't even think that she knew what his favourite colour was. And he didn't know hers either. They just weren't that close. Not like that at least.

"It's different when I'm at home. I leave work at work... plus Angel is my baby. She's everything to me. And I love her. So.. I don't know. I'm not some aggressive asshole all the time Charles.." she muttered not really knowing how to explain herself, awkwardly pulling at her necklace once she was finished speaking.

Charles slowly nodded his head, picking at a thread in his jeans as he glanced over to her again.

"I know but.." he trailed off as he caught the way the sun steamed through the window and highlighted her face. His breath catching in his throat for a moment.

He fumbled for the camera that their team had given them in his lap, quickly turning it on and pointing it in her direction . Filming her just as the light hit her perfectly .

Cherrie glanced at the camera with a frown . Giving him a startled look.

He flushed "we've got to film remember? Just- just thought we could start it now. To tell them what we're doing and we're we are going." He lied, stammering slight over his excuse.

Because there was no way in hell that Charles was going to admit that he wanted to capture how beautiful she looked driving with the sun beaming down on her perfectly. That was a secret he would keep forever.

Cherrie hummed in understanding, smiling at the camera as she realised that he was right. They needed to her some footage at least, otherwise their team would kill them.

"We're going to Paris for the night before heading down to mallory.." she told the camera as she concentrated back on the road .

Charles looked at her in confusion “mallory?"

She laughed a little "yeah. It's a smaller place on the outside of France. It's where I live . A very beautiful place , nice and quite." She told him before nodding to the tripod attached the car. "Put the camera on there, you need to be in the frame too!" She said.

Charles did as she said before leaning back in his seat, glancing between the camera and a humming Cherrie beside him. Fidgeting a little awkwardly in his seat.

"I've never heard of it. I always just assumed that you lived in Paris.. you're always here." He said to her, thinking about all the press photos and video he had seen of her in Paris. He just assumed it was because she lived there.

She shook her head , laughing a little. Missing the way his eyes dilated and his stare froze on her smiling lips as she laughed. Not used to seeing her do that around him.

His stomach fluttered and cheeks flushed as he quickly glanced away from her and back to the camera instead .

"No, no. I just have friends there. I like to party with them in Paris when I'm free. I do love it here but ..it's too busy and I'd never get any peace." She told him honestly , surprised at how easily it was to talk to him normally like this . It made her feel a little uneasy.

Charles hummed in understanding , hesitating before deciding to just ask her what he was thinking .

"Do you- have you thought about moving to Monaco? Most of the drivers have..."

Cherrie shook her head , looking over at him for a moment as she came to stop light . Meeting his eyes and noticing the way he was fidgeting with his sleeve, she relaxed a little in her seat.

Realising that she wasn't the only one that was nervous about spending so much time together.

"I have but.. my dad and mom live here and that's who Angel stays with while I'm racing. I don't just want to upheave her life and have so many changes while she's still so young." She admitted to him, facing the front again when the light went green.

He smiled a little "yeah I get it . Do-it must be hard then. Having to be away from her for so long.. you rarely bring her along to the races too.." he muttered more to himself but she still heard him. "At least.. I haven't seen her around. Unless you've been hiding her from me." He chuckled to make it seem like a joke.

Though there was a big part of him that thought that she just didn't want him meeting her baby, he wouldn't exactly be someone that she wanted in her private life was he?

He wondered why the thought of her going out of her way to avoid him stung so much. He should be used to it by now really.

He knew that she didn't like him. He didn't like her either .. I mean, not really. She got on his nerves and made him want to rip his hair out half the time.

So why did he even care that she didn't bring along her baby to their races and why he hadn't even been introduced. Why would she?

Despite his lighthearted tone, Cherrie caught the way he wouldn't look at her and noticed the darkening flush up his neck and cheeks.

She sighed, feeling guilty . Because she had, maybe a little bit , been avoiding him around the paddock when she was with Angel. She usually just stayed with one of the other drivers until she could go back to her hotel room with her baby and relax .

It wasn't malicious and she hadn't meant to leave him out like that. It was just that she didn't want her baby to witness the two of them arguing like they usually did. That wasn't the example that she wanted to set.

How was she supposed to advocate for kindness when she could bare give any to her own teammate? It was hypocritical.

And as she sat beside a nervous Charles, driving his own Ferrari after making him give her the keys. She felt a little bad.

Fucking hell. She groaned in her head.

"I do miss her and- I've only just recently been comfortable with taking her on a plane. She's nearly three soon and she's a little menace honestly.." she chuckled a little just at the thought of Angel , she was hard work that was for sure.

Charles eyes widened , inhaling deeply. "Wow! Nearly three already? Has it really been that long?" He exclaimed in shock. The years having only felt like months to him.

Had him and Cherrie really spent years arguing? Years! Plural? Fucking hell!

Cherrie laughed loudly , nodding along to his shocked face. Agreeing with him in amusement.

"I knowwww! Don't even .." she shook her head with a grin "I can't believe it either. One day she was crawling and the next days running away at every chance she gets! You should see her... she does this thing we're she.." she giggled loudly mid sentence "she likes to hug people but.. I have to check her after. She once hugged max and when he was gone I found his wallet in her dungaree pocket!"

Charles gasped loudly, breaking into laughter at the thought of max being mugged by a toddler.

"Oh my god!" He giggled along with her , shaking his head in amusement . Grinning at her widely "you've raised a criminal! Should I be worried?" He joked not expecting that he would be meeting her anytime soon.

But he got a shock when Cherrie just smirked over at him . "Just make sure that you hide any money. She's got sticky fingers. You'll see what I mean tomorrow." She said casually as she pulled up to the valet or their hotel for the night.

Charles froze in shock, eyes widening as he looked at her in surprise. Heart flipping in his chest.

"I get to meet Angel?" He breathed out in disbelief. A twinge of excitement hitting him at the thought of finally meeting mini cherrie. Having spent so long just wondering what kind of kid she had.

Did she have her mother's attitude? Did she have her high pitched giggle? Did she have her smile?

There was so many things he wanted to know.

Cherrie just laughed lightly as they got out of the car, handing the keys to the valet as Charles hurried after her into the hotel.

"Yeah, of course. I'm getting her from my dads in the morning. I'm taking her to a few of the races with us. It's time she gets used to it a bit more." She told him simply , pulling him over to the reception to get their room key.

Charles could only stare at the floor to ceiling mirrors silently as she got their key, eyes trained on their reflection. Her arm was still hooked in his own as she talked to the woman behind the desk. Glancing over at him with a pretty smile as she showed him the key card happily .

They looked good together. Was all Charles could think to himself as he followed her to the elevator silently . Stuck in his own running thoughts.

Three years. Was all he could repeat in his head.

Time sure went by fast when you spent it pretending to hate someone.

By the time the sun went down and the stars started to glitter across the sky, the two of them had fallen into a strange silence. Both of them in the same room but thankfully with two different beds.

They had spent the last few hours making awkward small talk in front of the camera before Cherrie finally had enough of it and escaped out to the balcony with a bottle of wine instead.

Leaving Charles in the kitchen on his own as he put the camera up on one of the cabinets so that it was filming him , glancing over to the balcony one last time and getting a glimpse of Cherrie tucked up on a chair with a fluffy dressing gown wrapped around her, on the phone with somebody while she avoided him.

Pursing his lips he turned back around to look at the ingredients he had spread out onto the kitchen counter while looking for something to bake to busy himself with .

"I was going to make some cupcakes but-I Remembered that Cherrie is vegan and.." he gave a small helpless shrug as he read over the recipe on his phone again to make sure that he had everything right in front of him. "I don't know- I found this recipe but I don't know if it'll be any good. I don't really- I don't want to give her food poisoning or anything .. she'll definitely kill me if I do.." he muttered to the camera , stressed.

But then he sighed and gave another shrug , grabbing the ingredients and getting to work.

"But I'll try. And if they turn out shit then this never happened. She'll never know.. I think that-" he paused for a moment to mix the batter he was making together. Double checking the recipe on his phone again.

"They always say that the way to someone's heart is through food right? Like-I don't know.. maybe not with Cherrie." He wondered out loud, honestly forgetting for a moment that this footage was going to be posted on their account for the world to see.

He started to pour the batter into the cupcake tray that he had found . "She's picky though. I once watched her reject a guy just because he bought her flowers.." he smirked a little remembering that day.

He looked straight at the camera in amusement "she has hay fever. So not a very good idea.. she was pissed because she had told him that too. But apparently he didn't think she was serious.." he laughed "he didn't last more than a minute."

"Plus she's not a flowers girl. If I was going to turn up at her door for a first date I'd probably-" he laughed a little to himself, still in his own head as he put the cupcakes into the heated oven.

"I'd probably get her a bottle of raspberry vodka. She loves it.." he muttered before jumping up onto the counter to wait for them to cook, glancing over his shoulder to peer over at the balcony , watching as Cherrie gazed up to the sky with a peaceful look on her pretty face.

He sighed.

About half an hour later Cherrie wandered back inside once it got too chilly for her to sit comfortably in. Glancing around the room as she cautiously wandered into the kitchen to see what Charles was doing, feeling bad for just leaving him on his own when she knew that they were meant to be filming together.

But she just couldn't help it. Being so close to him and knowing that there was no one else around them, that the were going to be sharing the same room, twin beds only a few feet apart ..

It was overwhelming and she didn't know what to do or say. What did she say to man that she had spent the last few years of her life arguing with over petty things?

Just yesterday she had threatened to put laxatives in his drink after he had tripped her up on the way to a meeting. And now she was being forced to take him home with her and to get along with him to make everybody happy .. it was weird . She didn't know what to do.

She was so used to the arguing and insulting , the back and forth , the snide remarks and mean looks to each other.

How was she supposed to just be nice to him? She didn't know how to .

She awkwardly cleared her throat to get his attention , a small , tense smile on her lips as she watched him jump about a foot into the air with a girly scream.

"Holy shit!" He almost squealed in shock, panting as he placed his hand over his racing heart. Looking at her with wide eyes , having been so focused on icing the cakes that he hadn't heard her come in.

"Don't do that! You scared me!"

Cherrie huffed a laugh, tired and little tipsy from the wine she had drank on the balcony. She slowly walked over to him .

"What are you doing? What have you made?" She asked him curiously . Frowning at him when he suddenly stood in front of her and blocked her view of the counter .

His cheeks flushing as he quickly shook his head, not wanting her to witness his attempt at baking her something. It hasn't turned out like the recipe had said it would at all!

They were slightly burned and incredibly dense. Also strangely heavy.. he didn't know what he had done wrong but he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Cherrie anymore than he already had.

"Nothing! Nothing! Er-" he stammered for a lie, coming up with nothing.

Cherrie watched him nervously ruffle his hair, raising her eyebrow at him in curiosity. Trying to peek over his shoulder to see what had him so fidgety.

"It's obviously something Charles! Let me look!"

He shook his head rapidly "no!"

She groaned and shoved him aside, startling him enough that he moved .

She paused as she glanced down at the plate full of..some type of cake? It was honestly hard to tell. Half of them were white as paper and the other half were burnt. With mushy icing that was slipping down onto the plate in a sticky mess.

She glanced back at Charles, smiling a little to herself once she saw his red face. And The way he wouldn't look at her.

She laughed a little "you tried to make cupcakes?" She guessed. Picking one up cautiously as she tapped the rock hard top in amusement.

Charles peeked over at her anxiously bedore swallowing and shrugging a little. "Er- I made them for you." He muttered , looking away from her again.

Cherrie frowned "I can't have-" she started to tell him that she couldn't eat it but Charles quick cut her off .

"It's Vegan. Probably why it went so wrong." He mumbled , picking at his fingers as he looked stubbornly away from her. Not wanting to see her laugh at him.

But there was only silence as Cherrie looked at him in shock. Glancing back down at the fucked up cupcake with a strange feeling in her chest.

Any joke or insult about his terrible baking dying on her tongue as she swallowed. Feeling a rush of flattery that he had went out of her way to try and make her something like this , just because he wanted to.

No one had ever done that for her before.

So she nudged Charles shoulder gently to get his attention again, smiling at him a little when he cautiously looked back at her.

His eyes growing twice in size as he watch her bring the burnt cake up to her lips, his heart leaping in his throat as he flushed even deeper.

"You don't have to eat it! It's probably horrible! Honestly - I don't even know why-" he started to ramble , completely embarrassed.

But Cherrie just took a bite and chewed carefully, keeping her face neutral even when she got to a particularly weird and oddly salty part of the cake.

Did he mix the salt for the sugar? She wondered to herself , holding back a grimace as she swallowed it down.

She smiled at him, shaking her head gently. "It's not that bad! Really.. it's different ya know?" She told him positively , forcing the rest of the cupcake down just so she didn't have to see the upset look on his face anymore.

Charles brightened , looking at her hopefully. "Really? You like it?" He started to grin , his mood lightening as she smiled at him softly.

Nodding her head as she wiped the crumbs from her mouth, reaching for a bottle of water from the fridge before she choked on how dry it was.

"I do! It's really good. It tasted delicious. You did a good job!" She lied, patting his arm a little awkwardly . Not knowing how to be nice but she was trying. That counted as something right?

Charles flushed , laughing sheepishly as he scratched at his neck shyly.

"Thanks. You really like it?" He couldn't believe it, pride filling him when she picked up another one with a smile.

She swallowed "I do! I'm gonna take this one with me..I'm gonna call my dad to say goodnight and then go to sleep.." she told him quietly , planning to hide the cake in the bin in the bathroom when he was asleep.

Charles smiled at her and nodding in understanding.

“Yeah.. I'll just clean this up and then go to sleep too. We- are you- what time are we picking up angel tomorrow?" He hesitantly asked her.

Not sure if he was allowed to bring up her baby so casually .

But his nerves were for nothing because Cherrie just smiled and said "around ten. We're gonna have lunch with my parents though. Is that alright? We can film a little bit there..."

Charles exhaled shakily, slowly nodding his head. "Yeah. Yeah.. that's good. Goodnight Cherrie.." he muttered , smiling a little at her. Mind racing with thoughts of how their week would go.

As the two of them slowly pulled up at her parents house, Cherrie glanced over to see Charles nervously chewing at his lip as he eyed the front door as though something was going to jump out and attack him.

"You good?" She muttered to him as they got out of the car. Glancing at Charles a little worriedly when she heard him take deep breaths, clearly trying to calm himself down.

It was a little funny that flying around the track at unfathomable speeds didn't scare him. But meeting her parents and her toddler did.

Charles shook out his slightly shaky hands and nodded his head. Putting on a brave face as he hung back slightly behind her as she opened the door and casually walked into the house, motioning for him to follow her.

"Yeah.. is there anything I shouldn't say?" He murmured to her worriedly . I mean, her dad was a legend in f1. But apart from all of his championships he was also known for his hot headiness and bluntness. Just like his daughter.. it was obviously where she had gotten her attitude from.

He could only hope that her two year old wasn't as scary.

Cherrie just laughed and patted his back "he's really nice Charles. Don't overthink it. It's Angel you should worry about.." she muttered in amusement just before hurried steps could be heard coming there way.

Then a loud , excited shriek as a tiny body came flying her way. Cherrie easily bending down to lift Angel up into her arms and spinning her around, kissing all over the Squealing toddlers face.

"Mommy!" Angel gasped loudly with a large toothy grin , wiggling in her arms excitedly . "Mommy!"

Then her dad and mother came around the corner , both of them immediately pulling her into a quick hug as they all laughed at her baby's excitement now that she was home

"She's been talking about seeing the races nonstop." Her dad told her In amusement , proud that his granddaughter was so interested in it too.

Then he glanced beside her to see Charles nervously looking between them, not knowing what to do or say.

Cherries mom, Lola , smiled brightly at him. "Well hello! You must be Charles! Cherrie has told me a lot about you!" She told him , pulling him into a hug as well.

Charles winced "so nothing good then." He glanced at her dad uneasily.

He just snorted and glanced at him with a small

Smirk . "You'd be surprised." Was all he muttered, stopping sharply at the sound of Cherrie hissing at him to shut up.

Cheeks flushing when Charles looked at her confused, having expected her to bash him within an inch of his life to her parents.

Cherrie just cleared her throat and carefully placed Angel back down onto her feet, the toddler glancing up at Charles with big eyes, curiosity on her chubby face.

"Come on! I've got to finish making dinner but you guys head out into the garden!" Her mother ushered them out before demanding her dad to help her in the kitchen.

He did so but not before giving Charles another look, seeming confused at the sight of him.

He then looked at his daughter in amusement "no more blondes?" Was all he joked before quickly leaving the room before Cherrie could even mutter a word.

Charles looked at her confusion "what does he mean?"

She quickly shook her head. "Nothing! Come on!" She quickly left the hall and pulled Angel along to the garden. Charles following them.

Ten minutes later and Charles was sat crossed legged on the blanket that had been laid out on the grass, a plastic tiara on his head as he held onto a tiny teacup in his hand , blinking up at the toddler stood in front of him proudly.

Admiring her work on him, she tapped her little finger against her chin theatrically while Charles glanced behind him to see Cherrie happily sat at the patio table with her dad, not at all worried about her baby dragging Charles away. She had just shooed him off with a knowing smirk , amused at the way Charles had looked between the two of them in shock, amazed by just how Similar they were.

Both demanding and had no problem dragging him about .

Even now as he looked back to the two a half year old stood in front of him, he could only gaze at her in awe. His earlier questions answered.

She had cherries big eyes . The sea , the sky and the stars all one one. With the same cute dimples when she smiled and the same sassy attitude , not shy in her demands in the slightest.

"Mommy makes a better princess than you." Angel told him point blank. Looking unimpressed with him as he struggled to hold onto the tiny teacup properly , almost dropping it underneath her hard stare .

Shit. He smirked to himself a little in amusement. Of course her toddler was just as intimidating as Cherrie was . He really shouldn't have expected any different .

He rose his eyebrow at her, trying not to laugh at the way she was staring him down. An exact replica of her mother who also gave him the same look when he had done something she didn't approve of.

"I'd say you're mommy is more like the queen. Princesses follow orders and she does not." He told Angel seriously , adjusting the bright pink feathered scarf around his neck.

Angel had almost strangled him with it when she pushed him onto the grass and told him that she was going to make him look pretty.

Charles was almost sure that he had seen Cherrie take a photo of him, not doubt to blackmail him with later.

Angel titled her head, gasping loudly. "You're right! Queen mommy.. you're like.." she tapped her cheek again in thought , taking his words very seriously.

She looked him up and down with a scrunch of her tiny nose . "The person that serves her!" She grinned at him toothily.

Charles could only gape at her, insulted at being downgraded from a princess to a god damn servant

"Why can't I be the king?" He wanted to know, looking at her with a offended frown.

Angel just giggled mischievously, plopping down on the blanket in front of him. Dressed in a bright blue sparkly dress, her own crown sitting proudly on her head as she pretended to pour herself a drink from the plastic teapot.

"Cause' mommy doesn't need a king. She can do everything on her own! She told me that men are useless and that if you want something done right , you have to do it yourself!" She proudly informed him, happily snitching on her mother without a single bit of hesitation.

She was like a parrot and just like her mother, she had absolutely no filter at all.

Charles paused with the tiny teacup held in front of his mouth , looking at the toddler in amusement and curiosity.

Glancing back over his shoulder to see Cherrie laughing at something her dad had said , leaning over to him to show him something on her phone.

He watched the way her eyes scrunched up and her dimples deepened as she laughed happily, head thrown back and shoulders shaking as she slapped at her dads shoulder . The two of them giggling like little kids.

He felt his breath hitch at the sight of her smiling like that, quickly looking away with a slight flush to his face .

Nearly flinching as he met Angel's eyes dead on, the toddler already watching him with a grin on her chubby little face. Looking smug at having caught him gazing at her mother with his mouth dropped open.

Kill him now.

He cleared his throat a little "sometimes it's nice to have someone to help you though. Every king needs a queen by his side.." he muttered to her , holding out his plastic teacup for her to pour him another pretend drink .

Angel shook her head with a giggle "but every queen doesn't need a king! Mommy said that men just waste her time." She told him bluntly "I heard her telling grandma."

Charles chuckled, amused by her easily ratting her mother out. Knowing that he was the last person that she would want knowing her business.

But he was too scared to ask Cherrie anything, so he decided that he might as well as her toddler instead.

"Mommy's not had a boyfriend here then?" He asked her curiously, wondering how her being single was even possible.

She was one of the most beautiful women in the world, he had seen the way everyone's eyes were glued onto her figure whenever she walked into a room. She was sight to behold .

But Charles didn't think he had ever seen her even so much as glance twice at any of them. In fact , the last time he had seen pictures of her with another man was last summer. Some footballers In Paris , though he wasn't sure if it was any serious.

All he knew was that the photos of Cherrie sat on one of their laps on a yacht had made his stomach turn, and when she came back to the paddock , Charles had dialled up his annoyingness and bickered with her until she threatened to break all of fingernails off if he didn't leave her alone.

But he was the one sat in her parents backyard with her baby, playing princesses and having a pretend tea party . Not some arrogant footballer.

So who was really winning? He thought a little smugly to himself. Tapping his tiny teacup against Angel's gently .

Angel didn't even look at him as she answered, too focused on stuffing her face with fruit that cherries mom had given them.

"Nope but mommy has a lot of friends though." She mumbled around a mouthful of strawberry, holding out a piece of apple for him to take.

Charles glanced down at it with a small smile , taking it from her gently . Quickly eating it before squinting as the sun Beamed down into his eyes, obstructing his view for a moment.

He looked at the way Angel was squinting too, whining a little as she held up her tiny hand in front of her eyes. He quickly unhooked his sunglasses from his shirt and opened them open, leaning over the teapot to reach her.

He the gently slid his sunglasses over her eyes, laughing in amusement at the way they took over her whole face . She looked so cute.

"So no boyfriend then... that's good." He mumbled to himself , flinching a little in surprise when she leaned over and shove a strawberry into his mouth, almost choking him.

Angel looked at him confused as he started to splutter, quickly swallowing down the fruit and warily eyeing the next one that she picked up in her tiny hand.

"Why good?" She wanted to know, blinking at him expectantly.

Charles paused , flushing red. Having not even realised that he said it out loud.

He glanced behind him again, smiling a little as he caught cherries eyes on them.

Giving her a small wave and toasting his little teacup at her before looking back at Angel again, laughing nervously.

"I didn't say good." He lied.

Angel pulled a face at him "yes you did!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did! I'm telling mommy!" She threatened him with a naughty grin on her face , going to stand back up from the blanket.

Charles quickly grabbed her chubby little leg and pulled her back down. Shaking his head rapidly , eyes widening in disbelief.

"No! None of that! Don't tell her otherwise she'll kill

Me." He told her , panicked at the thought of her finding out that he was happy that she was single.

The thought of having to explain himself to her was mortifying and not something he wanted to do, at all.

Angel giggled mischievously, holding her hand out to him . "Okay. I want that bracelet then." She pointed at his beaded bracelet with a dolphin charm on it that he had gotten from a market in Greece.

Charles looked at the toddler in disbelief, was he being blackmailed for her silence?

What the hell had Cherrie been teaching this kid?

"You're terrible. And here I thought that a girl called Angel would be sweet like one too.." he grumbled at her, smiling in amusement despite getting mugged by the nearly three year old.

He took off the bracelet and gently took ahold of her wrist , sliding it on and tightening it for her so it didn't slip off .

Angel just smiled smugly , giggling at him. "Mommy likes diamonds." Was all she told him before abruptly changing the subject and telling him that they were going to play hide and seek instead.

Leaving Charles to wonder what alternative universe he had stepped in where cherries daughter was hinting at him to buy her mother something expensive to get her to like him more.

Was this her toddlers way of giving him her approval?

Cherrie thought that she was dreaming as she sat beside Charles at the dining table , Angel sat beside him in her high chair. Having demanded that she be seated beside him, claiming him as her new best friend.

She didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry as she watched Charles fit in perfectly with her chaotic family , her dad who usually hated every guy that was even in the same room as her, now chatting away to Charles casually .

Her dad nodded at her with a smirk "I'm surprised that you got here in one peace. The last time I spoke to her she told me that she was going to leave you at the gas station ." He told Charles in amusement , ignoring his daughters warning glare.

Cherrie flushed while Charles just looked over at her with a grin, not at all surprised .

"I'm surprised too. She told me that she was going to run me over with my own car yesterday." He snitched on her to her parents without any hesitation .

Smirking to himself when her mother gasped loudly and looked disapprovingly at her scowling daughter who was sinking lower in her seat by the minute.

"Cherrie! What have I told you about threatening people!" She scolded her before looking at her husband with a tut "this is you're fault! You've taught her to scare men!"

Her dad just snorted and nodded his head proudly. "She knows exactly where to smack someone to knock them out. We don't have to worry about anybody hurting her."

Her mother sighed exasperatedly "no! Instead we have to worry about her being arrested for attempted murder instead !" She exclaimed .

Cherrie rolled her eyes, smiling a little as she watched her baby giggle , stuffing her face with carrots . Her heart melting as she watched Angel share them with Charles , passing him one every time she ate one too.

Feeling something in her soften as she watched Charles smile fondly at her daughter , reaching over with a napkin to wipe the ketchup from her chubby cheeks.

Looking away with a smile, she paused with her fork halfway to her mouth as she met her parents amused gaze already on her. Having caught her gazing at Charles with hearts in her eyes.

She flushed and stuffed her face with food so she didn't have to speak.

Her dad laughed "so Charles...are you single?" He bluntly asked him, reaching for his bottle of beer.

Cherrie looked at him, gritting her teeth in mortification at how obvious he was being .

Charles glanced at Cherrie beside him for a moment, smiling a little at the sight of her blushing and uncomfortably shifting in her seat.

He chuckled and looked at her father with a small grin on his face . Immediately taking a liking to him, he really wasn't as scary as he thought he would be.

More like a guy you'd meet in a biker bar, one that would take you underneath his wing as soon as you proved that you could throw a dart and down some whiskey without a flinch.

Charles couldn't do either of those things but judging by the lack of threats and smiles being sent his way, he had a feeling that her dad liked him anyways.

"Yes I am." He simply answered him.

Her dad hummed "Cherrie is single too." He told him casually , smirking at he look of embarrassment on her face .

"Dad!" She hissed at him, mortified.

He just laughed "what? You're the one that said you hated having such a cute teammate because-"

Cherrie almost squealed , quickly cutting him off. "That's enough! I didn't say that!" She lied, unable to look Charles in the eye.

Charles was smirking at her, feeling his confidence boost at the thought of her telling her dad that she thought he was cute.

He would have liked it if she had called him ridiculously handsome but he'd take cute. It was better than the usual names she called him.

He was about to tease her when his own smiled dropped as the toddler beside him opened her mouth and blurted out.

"Charles said he was happy that you're single mommy!"

Charles immediately looked at her in betrayal, flushing a bright red when her parents chuckled and her father looked at him with a amused smirk on his face.

"Oh my god.." he breathed out , mortified .

Cherrie frowned at him "what's that supposed to mean?! Do you think I can't get a boyfriend if I wanted one?!" She exclaimed, looking at him accusingly .

Her dad snorted , looking at them like he was watching his favourite show. Her mother just sighed at how her daughter immediately thought the worst.

Charles paled , looking at her with wide eyes. "Not at all! You could have a thousands boyfriends-!"

She gasped "so now you're calling me a whore?!"

Charles gaped at her, stammering. "No! I'm just saying that you could have anybody you wanted. You're .. ya know.." he waved his hand to her face , flustered .

Cherrie looked at him in confusion "I'm what?"

He waved his hands at her again, bright red as her father cackled like a madman opposite them. Her mother scolding him and telling him to stop, even though the amused smile on her lips was evident.

"Ya know... you're face!" He blurted out , unable to think straight under pressure.

Angel giggled "Charles said that you're a queen!"

Charles sighed loudly , looking at the toddler in absolute disbelief . He was never telling her anything ever again!

Cherrie softened, smiling at Charles as her mood did a full 180.

"I know I am." She said instead of a thank you. Her mother face palming .

Charles frowned at her "always humble." He muttered amused. There was silence as they all continued eating the food in front of them before

Cherrie side eyed him quietly "I don't want some random boyfriend." She mumbled after swallowing her bite of food down.

Charles glanced at her shyly , cheeks still a permanent red now. “I was just saying that you're .. very pretty and they you don't have to be single if you decided not to be." He murmured to her , scratching the side of his neck nervously. Barely able to look her in the eye.

Cherrie just smiled and looked away, both of them focusing back on their food with similar , flustered smiles on their faces.

Her dad just grinned and shook his head at the two drivers in front of him.

"I give it a few days.” He whispered to his wife smugly, knowing what a man in love looks like. Seeing the sneaky glances Charles kept giving his daughter when he thought nobody was looking.

Her mother sighed , smiling too. "But who will be the first to admit it?"

A few days later and the two drivers were heading to the airport to travel for their next race , having spent a couple of days at her home relaxing . And in such a short time it seemed like everything had changed.

The bickering hasn't of course. They still argued like a married couple over everything but no longer did it feel cruel and malicious . The tones of their voice going from anger to teasing, snide remarks accompanied by a teasing smirk instead.

Charles felt like he was living in his dreams. Having spent the last couple of days Cooped away with the two of them, getting to know Angel even more. The toddler having attached herself to his side the moment she met him and now Charles reached for her tiny hand without any hesitation as he pulled her out the car.

Holding onto her hand tightly as he glanced over at Cherrie behind them, she was rolling the both of their suitcases and had a backpack of angels things on her back too.

Scowling at the two of them , jealously. "I don't see why I have to be the one to carry everything while you get to hold my baby." She complained as they entered the airport, a private jet having been booked for them.

Charles just smirked smugly , picking the toddler up underneath her armpits and placing her on his hip instead. Not wanting to somehow lose her in the crowds or have her wandering off, having Quickly learnt that she was a runner after panicking for over ten minutes when they went to the beach the other day.

He had turned his back for one minute and she had taken off like a cheetah , running as fast as her little legs could take her down the beach while a panicked Charles ran after her, the toddler just giggling naughtily and refusing to stop until he caught up.

She was trouble . And liked to sress him out just like her mother. But one look at those eyes and adorable little chubby cheeks had him caving instantly.

She was a mini Cherrie and Charles could already feel himself growing irreversibly attached to her.

"I'm carrying the precious cargo Cherrie. The most important thing of all. That's a lot of pressure!" He grinned at her smugly , Angel giggling too just because he was.

He had also quickly learned that she was a copy cat. If he did something , she would copy him. If he said something , she would repeat it.

A hard lesson he had learned after yelling 'fuck!' Loudly after accidentally hitting his arm off the door handle . Not even a second matter , a naughty little voice had been screeching 'fuck!' Alongside him, making him freeze in his step and look at the giggling toddler in shock.

Thankfully Cherrie had been out at the time, he could only imagine the scolding that he would have gotten for teaching her kid how to swear on the very first day of them staying together.

But after another week of the three of them just hanging out and bonding, Charles thought that he was getting the hang of this new thing between them. The unspoken thing. The thing where they both pretended they nothing was going and they nothing had changed.

But everything had . Because a week ago , Cherrie had been threatening to break his legs. And now she made him breakfast in the morning and asked him if he had enough pillows at night.

Despite the blunt and uncaring tone she liked to use, the unbothered and uninterested facade she had didn't fool him in the slightest.

Because she smiled at him now. She laughed at his stupid jokes and let him pull her into casual hugs without complaining anymore.

She let him into her life and Charles couldn't be anymore happier. He got to see what she was like off the track , got to see that she wasn't this ice cold bitch that she claimed to be.

He had seen her sing lullaby's every night to Angel to get her to sleep. Had seen her in Just a T-shirt , stumbling to the kitchen during the night to get her fussy toddler a warm drink. He had seen her unguarded and just being herself.

And well , Charles didn't want their week to end. Afraid that the moment they arrived back to work, all of their progress and sweet moments would be erased. He didn't want that to happen. He liked this little routine that they had developed too much to go back now.

How could he when he had her toddler in his arms and Cherrie by his side , casually leaning on him as they went through security checks like a little family?

He smiled down at Angel as he carefully put her down onto her feet again, holding her hand instead as they boarded the plane.

"You want to sit by the window?" He asked her gently, running his fingers through her messy hair. Refusing to brush it and instead demanding him to put butterfly clips all over her curls instead.

Charles had spent half an hour that morning picking up different coloured clips and putting them in her hair carefully , while Cherrie napped on the couch.

She was Not a morning person at all, which he found a little ironic considering that her daughter had barged into his room at six a.m on the dot demanding that he go make her breakfast.

By the time Cherrie had woken up Charles had managed to change her into one of his smaller Ferrari shirts and some cute cotton dungarees that he had found in one of her drawers. With butterfly clips all over her messy hair and a beaming toothily smile being sent her way, Cherrie had only been able to look between the two of them in disbelief. Before simply signing and nodding her head to herself in defeat.

Everything had changed between them , there was no more denying it. She didn't want to anymore.

Seeing the sweet and patience way that Charles acted with her fussy toddler , always looking out for her and playing with her whenever she demanded it, she felt terrible for not giving him a chance to redeem himself sooner.

She hated that everyone else was right. He was a good guy. She had just been pretending that he wasn't to make her avoidance of him easier.

Because she wasn't good with feelings , never had been . Instead she had acted like a complete cunt to him instead.

Instead of telling him that she liked him , she had threatened to break his legs instead .

Maybe she should have talked to a therapist after all. Because they was not normal!

But that wasn't only her fault , Charles had been deliberately pressing her buttons and winding her up too! He went out of his way to annoy her and make her snap. Instead of getting her attention in a normal way, instead of simply asking her out on a date or just having a normal conversation with her, he goaded her into arguing with him instead.

Simply because he knew what a hot head she was and that there was no way she would walk away without having the last word. And honestly... she looked incredibly hot when she was angry and Charles was only a man.

He couldn't help it. Was it childish of him to argue with her just so that she continued to give him attention, even if it was the wrong kind? Yes.

But at the end of the day he couldn't change the past but he could change the future . Starting now.

Angel looked up at him with big eyes "with you!"

Charles chuckled , putting her in the window seat and buckling her in tightly. Making sure that she was safe before sliding into the seat beside her too.

He glanced over to see Cherrie getting a bottle of champagne from the crew , already pouring herself a glass as she lowered herself in the seat opposite him.

He smiled at her in amusement "it's not even dinner time." He said to her, Cherrie just scoffing.

"So? We're in a flying death trap . I can drink what I want." She muttered sipping on her glass before glancing over at her daughter with a smile .

"You okay Angel? You need anything?"

Angel shook her head , glancing at her mother with a smile . "No." Then she looked at Charles beside her and held out her hand expectantly.

He sighed , pulling out his phone and putting on the game that he had downloaded for her to play a few days ago. Handing her his phone with a chuckle.

"You need to say please Angel." He softly told her, pulling out a bag of fruit from her small backpack and passing it to her too.

Angel glanced at him for a moment , sighing when she saw the look he was giving her. Copying the same look that Cherrie gave him, a raise of the eyebrow and a purse of his lips had the toddler crumbling.

"Sorry. Thank you Charles." She mumbled to him, giving him a dimpled smile before looking back down at his phone again. Easily getting distracted.

Charles smiled proudly , looking over a gobsmacked Cherrie smugly .

"How the hell?" She frowned at him , amazed by how quickly he had gotten her to correct her manners. Something that she had been struggling to do .

Her daughter had the same attitude and stubbornness that she had, and getting her not to be a demanding little brat was difficult . But Charles made it look easy.

He just shrugged with a grin "I'm her favourite now. I'm taking her to the zoo next week. So she's on her best behaviour." He told her casually of their plan.

A Plan that she had no idea existed . Gaping at him in disbelief .

"What? You can't just take my baby to a zoo without telling me!" She looked at him like he was insane.

Charles just rolled his eyes at her playfully, pulling out a pre made sandwich from the bag as well and handing it over to her .

"You're coming with us obviously! She wants to see a sloth and a giraffe. She was telling me about them this morning while you were sleeping so I said I'd take her to the zoo." He explained to her simply before nodding at the sandwich he passed her .

"Eat that. You didn't have breakfast and Drinking on an empty stomach isn't a good a idea. We have dinner tonight with everyone remember?" He told her as the plane took off into the air.

He held out his hand for Angel to hold, the toddler squeezing his fingers tightly . Cuddling into his side tiredly , and closing her eyes .Charles gently stroked his fingers through her hair , carefully to avoid the clips on her head.

Cherrie looked at them silently , her heart doing flips in her chest as her face softened at the sight of them cuddled together. Admiring the way her baby had taken such a liking to him already , trusting him to keep her safe and comfortable enough to cuddle up to him like that.

She sighed and picked up the sandwich "okay. Thank you." Was all she mumbled , feeling overwhelmed with the sudden rush of feelings that she felt for him then. She swallowed thickly , unable to look away.

Charles just smiled at her , nudging her foot with his own gently. "Try and her some sleep. We have a long night ahead." He said to her softly , admiring how soft and pretty she looked in just a oversized sweatshirt and biker shorts .

Cherrie , for once in her life, did as he said . So did Angel too. Leaving Charles to snap a pick of the two sleeping peacefully with a grin on his face , heart feeling behind full.

This was how it was supposed to be.

Half an hour before they were supposed to go to dinner , Charles was leaned up against her doorframe with a sheepish expression on his face.

Cherrie glanced up from where she was sat in front of the mirror , putting the finishing touches to her makeup on. Raising her eyebrow at the sight of him, admiring the white button up shirt and blue jeans he was wearing. He looked good.

She inhaled deeply and shook those thoughts from her head quickly. “Did you drop her off with the babysitter?" She questioned him .

Charles having told her that he would drop Angel off for her while she got ready for their dinner at the fancy restaurant, all the drivers were going to be there.

Charles chewed on his lip, tapping his fingers against his wrist as he contemplated lying to her. But one look at her pretty face and he crumbled.

"Er- not - not exactly.." he hesitantly mumbled , fidgeting nervously. Unable to meet her confused gaze.

She paused with her lipstick in her hand , frowning at him. Immediately alarmed .

"What? What do you mean not really? Charles!" She exclaimed worriedly "we have to go soon! Where is she? What happened?!" She rushed out at him, ready to throttle him.

He just shrugged , a sheepish smile on his face . "She wanted to come with us.." he told her weakly as his defence.

Cherrie frowned "and you told her no right? This isn't the type of restaurant that you take kids too! All the drivers will be there!" She reminded him, looking at him , concerned .

Charles huffed "she's got your eyes Cherrie! The same damn pout too!" He exclaimed , frowning back at her like it was her fault and not his own for being unable to say no to her daughter.

Cherrie pulled a face "what the hell has my eyes got to do with this Charles?!" She stood up to her feet with alarm. Panicking.

He scoffed at her, waving his hands at her face with a scowl. "It's got everything to do with it! I can't say no to you and I can't say no to her either! She just blinked up at me with those big eyes and.." he threw his hands in the air frantically .

"I caved! This is your fault! Who gives you the right to look like that and then inherent those eyes to Angel too?!" He accuses her, stepping further into the room to be closer to her.

Cherrie placed her hands on her hips , eyes wide as she gaped at him in disbelief . Not knowing whether to be flattered or offended.

"How is you being a softy my fault?! I have normal eyes Charles! What are you going on about?!" She almost shouted at him in confusion , looking at his reddening cheeks in bewilderment.

He groaned loudly and shook his head rapidly "no you don't! you have the whole fucking sky in your eyes and you expect me to just act normal? I don't think so!" He shot back at her, poking her between said eyes like a child.

She slapped his hand away from her with a gasp "you're so weird! What is wrong with you?!" She snapped at him , flustered .

Charles just huffed and then reached forward to place his hands on either side of her jaw, swallowing her shocked gasp with his lips instead.

He kissed her hard and messily , their teeth clashing together as he pulled her close to him , desperate and heart beating in his throat as he kissed her like he should have done the whole damn time.

Cherrie melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him back. Tilting her head to deepen the kiss as she threaded her fingers through his hair. Tugging on the soft strands until he was moaning against her mouth , clutching at her hip tightly .

His other hand shaking up to wind around the back of her neck as he twisted them around suddenly , shoving her down onto the bed and quickly following her down.

"Fuck!" He breathed out against her lips breathlessly as he briefly pulled away to breathe again, nudging his nose gently against her own as he looked down at her with dark eyes. Taking in her flushed face and swollen lopes, her pupils blown wide as she gazed up at him, speechless.

"I love you. Love you so fucking much." He admitted against her neck as he kissed down her soft skin, pulling her head back so he could attack her neck with his tongue and teeth.

Cherrie was wriggling around beneath him breathlessly , moaning as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her silky dress riding up her thighs as he straddled her, pressing their hips together firmly.

"You look so fucking beautiful.." he muttered against her lips as he started to slide his hand up her thigh , caressing the soft skin there .

He was about to reach her panties when the door burst open and slammed against the wall loudly , making the both of them freeze in shock.

Angel was stood there with a scowl on her chubby little face, huffing at them as she glared in announce at a frozen , red faced Charles that was still on top of her mother .

"You said you'd do my hair Charles! Get off mommy and help me now!" She exclaimed , stomping her foot at him impatiently.

Charles slowly lifted himself up from Cherrie, clearing his throat awkwardly as he straightened out his shirt and smoothed cherries dress back down over her thighs .

Giving her a sheepish smile , his face resembling a tomato as she slowly got off the bed as well. Looking at her daughter in shock.

Then she looked at what her toddler was wearing and sighed.

She had on a big Cinderella dress , a tiara on her head and on her tiny feet she had some plastic , fluffy , glittery heels on. Alongside a diamond necklace and clip on earrings. Looking like a little diva , she even had a mini handbag hooked onto her elbow!

Cherrie slowly turned to look at a guilty looking Charles , not doubt the culprit of her little makeover.

"Charles... why does she look like she's going to a ball? Where did she even get this stuff! And is that a real diamond necklace she's wearing?!" She almost screeched in disbelief.

More concerned with her toddlers control over Charles than she was about him admitting her love for her .

Charles just shrugged and walked over to Angel, gently lifting off her tiara so he could sort out her messy hair like he had promised her he would when he took her out shopping instead of taking her to the babysitters.

"She wanted to dress like a princess. And it's only one diamond.. I got you a matching one too look!" He then casually took out another diamond necklace from his pocket, proudly showing it to her.

She just blinked at him in disbelief "oh my god. You're insane." She muttered before looking at her baby again. Smiling despite herself as she stroked her soft curls behind her ear, Angel looking incredibly smug of herself for having Charles wrapped around her little finger so quickly.

"You look beautiful baby. But I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to come-"

Charles cut her off , moving her hair behind her neck as he casually clipped the necklace around her neck and adjusted it between her breasts. Stepping back and admiring how perfect it looked against her soft skin, smiling her her in awe.

"She's coming. She wants to try the steak.. and this restaurant does the best steak in the world." He said, caressing the back of her head gently before pulling away with a kiss to her cheek.

Then he walked over to the two year old and took ahold of her hand. Leading her back out of the bedroom as she babbled away to him about what type of hairstyle she wanted him to do.

Charles having been watching YouTube videos all morning to learn how to do it for her , he was feeling pretty confident in his braiding skills now.

He put Angel on the couch and told her to sit still while he got the hairbrush . Quickly running back into the bedroom and giving a stunned Cherrie , who hasn't moved an inch, a shy grin.

He wrapped his arm around the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him again, looking into her widened eyes bashfully.

"Do you Er- the feelings mutual right? You love me too?" He needed to know, having been interrupted

before Cherrie could even reply to his sudden declaration of love .

Cherrie looked at him quietly for a moment, before hearing Angels high pitched voice call for him again.

Seeing the way Charles laughed softly as he called over to her that he would only be a minute , having all the patience in the world for her.

She softened and let out a sigh , leaning forward and giving him a slow , long kiss. His eyes still fluttered close as she gently pulled away and patted his bright red cheeks gently , grinning at him fondly .

"Yeah I love you. Kind of hard not to." She simply told him. Laughing at the way his eyes shot open and he immediately beamed at her, even clapping his hands Together in front of him excitedly.

He grinned at her happily , heart pounding out of his chest in glee . "Yeah?"

She nodded with a breathless laugh "yeah. I love you and I think she loves you too." She motioned towards a inpatient toddler who was stood at the door again with her little hands on her hips, huffing at Charles to hurry up and make her look like a princess.

Charles felt like he could cry. He sniffled a little , pulling away with a overwhelmed laugh. Picking Angel up and swinging her around happily, the toddler screeching and giggling hysterically as he tickled her.

"Good job I love her too then! Come on! Let's go do your hair.." he said to Angel with a grin, practically bouncing on his feet with pure happiness as he skipped out of the room in a daze.

Cherrie stood in the middle of the room with a grin, shaking her head in amusement and fondness when a second of silence went by before Charles loud voice echoed down the hall to her again.

"I seriously love you Cherrie! I can't wait to get to annoy you for the rest of my life!" He shouted down the hall, Angel sat on the chair in front of him as he he gently ran the brush through her hair.

Passing the toddler his phone , he told her quietly "call pierre. We need to tell him that your mommy loves me now! He's not going to believe this!" He told her excitedly.

Angel doing exactly as he said , holding up the phone that was bigger than her own face up to her ear with a giggle as she heard a French voice echo down the line .

"My mommy loves Charles and now they're going to be king and queen!" She said down the phone, looking up to Charles for approval .

He gave her a proud thumbs up before continuing to braid her hair, sighing blissfully to himself .Laughing as he heard Pierre gasp and demand an explanation.

He then turned his head and winked over at Cherrie who was watching the two of them with amusement written across her face . Rolling her eyes at him playfully.

"Great. I have two kids to look after now.." she joked unbothered by a hysterical pierre shouting down the phone for Charles to tell him how the hell he had managed to bag the hottest woman in the world.

Her two year old happily telling him all the details , despite not knowing who the hell she was even talking to.

But as she looked at the chaos that surrounded and to Charles beaming smile , she sighed happily.

This was how it was supposed to be. Just she and Charles and her baby.

Who would have thought that the pain in her ass would turn out to be the love of her life?

And just like that, in a week, she had gained a best friend and a boyfriend too.

And Charles had gained his own little , dream family. It only took him years of getting on her nerves for this to happen.

He had done the impossible. And he couldn’t feel any smugger if he tried.

He had his dream girl now. And her little, sassy mini me. His life couldn't get any better than this!

#f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #Charles leclerc fic #formula one imagine #f1 fic #f1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine #charles leclerc oneshot

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kurokoros · 2 years

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actually really messed up over the way that Steve Harrington is a character that's desperate to be wanted by someone and the narrative repeatedly punishes him for it. he's a very metaphorical and literal punching bag each season, but it's Steve so it's always a haha funny in hindsight moment or whatever trauma he goes through simply isn’t addressed afterwards.

like, it's implied that his parents aren't around much and/or they have an unhappy and unhealthy marriage (his mom has to follow his dad on business trips to make sure he isn't cheating, which happens often enough that his friends can joke about it). his friends sucked and he obviously didn't agree with or like some of the things they did, but at least they paid attention to him so it was something. he has a reputation for serial dating (or at the very least sleeping around) by the beginning of his junior year in high school. S1 has Nancy blow him off, lie to him, and then spend the night with Jonathan Byers in her bedroom, leading him to believe she’s cheating on him (and despite the audience knowing that’s not technically the case, there’s no denying that the scenes between Nancy and Jonathan were meant to imply romantic chemistry between them). in S2, drunk or not, Nancy is extremely cruel in the way she blames him in part for the death of her friend and calls their entire roughly year long relationship bullshit (which she never really apologizes for), after which she disappears for several days, leaving their relationship ambiguously over, only to show up again a few days later with the new boyfriend she spent over a year pining for. S3 he pours his heart out to Robin just to be rejected when there were totally different ways to work her coming out scene into the plot that didn’t involve spending x number of episodes hinting towards them as a couple just to pull a bait and switch for the audience. and then in S4 Steve is both insecure about his friendship with Dustin, who has more in common with Eddie than he does with Steve, and he has several different people telling him that he's still interested in Nancy and that she's also interested in him (Dustin, Robin, Eddie), only to have his heart kind of broken all over again when she goes right back to Jonathan.

and that's emotional pain on top of getting beaten or otherwise attacked every season. though arguably justified, in S1 Steve is slapped, punched, and shoved around. during his fight with Billy in S2, Steve is beaten to the point of being knocked out cold for an undetermined amount of time between roughly 10-30 minutes. this is treated like a joke in S3, but considering the number of blows he took to the head there should have been a very serious concern over him having a concussion at best and trauma to the brain at worst. S3 is the same, but the focus on him feeling “like [his] eye is about to pop out” implies ocular trauma. he’s then drugged and nearly has his fingernails ripped off as a form of torture. finally in S4 his bare back is dragged across the ground, he’s strangled, and he has chunks of flesh ripped out of his sides, which I can’t remember being addressed at all after the group returns from the upside down.

that’s a lot to go through in the ~2.5 years that Stranger things covers. and what’s worse is that I can’t remember a single time where a character asks if he’s okay

#the way the fight with billy in particular is turned into a joke is just... really upsetting to me #steve tried so damn hard to protect the kids #and afterwards he's treated like an inconvenience for them to deal with. or him being beaten is made into a joke #steve harrington #stranger things #it's 4:30am as I'm posting this and I'm just EMOTIONAL

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do you think that gort used to like karlach at some point? or was he just always faking it to get what he wants? curious about your interpretation of their relationship

I actually wrote about that here! (TLDR: He very much admired her, but Gortash has a fucked up way of showing admiration.)

Karlach and Gortash’s relationship is fascinating. I feel strongly that it was platonic, with perhaps some wiggle room on Karlach's part only because she is really quick to say "it wasn't like that." But I do think that Karlach became one of only a handful of people that Gortash (thought he) cared about.

Gortash on a very base level would never put his security into the hands of someone he didn't trust. A lot of people really wonder "Why Karlach?" - and that's a great question to ask, what is this ~19 y/o (roughly) going to do for you? But it is because it is a bizarre pick that we should look deeper - on the one hand, she's young and impressionable and he can mold her - thats an obvious motivator. But on the other, I strongly believe Gortash saw himself in young Karlach. I also love Karlach and don't want to diminish anything that Gortash did to her, but I am a little skeptical of her "I didn't recognize evil when I saw it" line. I think that's not entirely true - I do think Karlach knew more about what he was (not a Banite, but an Arms Dealer), but she was young enough that she didn't quite understand the true ramifications of that. I think she knew her boss was bad, but didn't think too deeply into just how bad he was and the consequences of his actions. Plus, he gave her financial security she literally never had. As a person who grew up in poverty, yea I'd be willing to overlook a certain degree of shit too for that security.

[And to those who might be unhappy with that take - you're not giving Karlach enough credit. Someone who did bad things/was around bad people and ended up developing into an insanely incredible person in spite of it (and in opposition to it) is a testament to her character AND way more impressive than someone who was just blind and ignorant. She's so much more than that.]

Even more interesting is how genuinely happy Gortash is to see Karlach if you play her origin. It only comes out in this very quick origin-specific interaction - but he actually laughs and sounds different than the entire rest of the game.

"By the Black Hand, I'd recognize that voice anywhere."

Now, I'm insane and overanalyze voice actor's performances all the time, but his voice is immediately rougher and his cadence is different before it shifts back into the regular Gortash voice immediately in the next sentence - "Karlach - it's been an eternity" - as if he's caught himself slipping into something he shouldn't have. Will the real Enver Gortash please stand up?

I've also written about how I think Gortash is genuinely surprised that Karlach is angry with him/blames him for the Hells. It reveals so much about how he's so delusional about his own trauma.

So - in short - I feel that Gortash would say Karlach was one of the closest people to him ever and fully mean it. It's just that she happened to be close to someone who was a terrible, terrible person.

#enver gortash #karlach cliffgate #bg3 #flymmsy asks #flymmsy bg3 thoughts

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Stardew Valley Shane x Reader

[based on the fact that most of the time when he asks why you’re bothering him, his avatar is still smiling.]

Pelican Town was a pretty nice place to live. There weren’t too many other people living here, and your farm was far enough from the actual town that you didn’t get to see the other residents too often. But, you did still see them enough that you were friendly with all of them and actually starting to be friends with some of them. Everyone here seemed to be naturally friendly, even if they were on the more quiet side personality-wise.

And, then there was Shane.

He always looked like he was about to keel over any minute, and half of the time that keeling looked to be by choice. Not that you could really blame him seeing as he was working at the Joja Mart. You had worked for that company long enough yourself to know how much of the life it can suck out of someone. Not to mention he was dealing with a retail job, which was difficult to stomach even if it was somewhere other than Joja. Not that there were too many other people outside of Pelican that went there and would treat him poorly. Shane did have the advantage of living in a smaller town so that even if someone had a problem with him, it would be less likely for it to be blown to a large proportion as that would cause a ripple through the whole population; not to mention that everyone respected Marnie too much to ever do something to cause her grief. No, what most people felt about Shane was pity. They all gave him space though and he seemed to like that.

Regardless, you were always sure to at least wave at Shane when you saw him. For the first month or so you would simply wave or maybe give a, “Good morning,” as when you usually saw him as you were passing each other in the town square on mornings you had to stop at Pierre’s. This was usually met with complete silence or an annoyed grunt. It didn’t bother you too much. You weren’t much of a morning person yourself and understood not wanting to have a full conversation that early in the day. Things changed a little bit once the two of you were properly introduced; perhaps not properly, but there was an introduction. You were over checking prices on things with Marnie as you wanted to be sure you could afford everything you needed if you bought some chickens when Shane came walking in from the other room. “Oh, this is my nephew Shane. I’m sure the two of you have seen each other before.” She offered when he didn’t say anything to you. “Oh, we’ve met before.” You offered as an explication to ease the scolding tone that she was giving Shane. “I don’t know you,” was all that Shane said before walking out the door before Marnie could say anything about it.

After that, you would be a bit more forward about talking to him. Nothing too much past what you were already doing, but instead of just, “Good morning,” you would ask, “How are you?” Or, you would even do something as simple as addressing him by name. Shane in turn, evolved from ignoring or grunting at you to talking back. Of course, it was things like, “Why are you talking to me,” or, “I’m busy.” It was still talking though, and when you talked to Marnie about it to make sure you weren’t making him uncomfortable, she first apologized for how curt he was being, but then seemed floored that he even said that much to you. She said the most he ever talked to anyone that wasn’t her or Jas was when he ordered a drink at the pub or when he was forced to give one to two-word answers at work. There was still a feeling that he was a bit out of his comfort zone, but Marnie assured you if there was a real problem you would know about it; that or she would, and seeing as she didn’t want her nephew to be any more unhappy than he already was she would tell you herself.

Things were really changed last night. It was Friday night, and you decided to go to the pub. It would be nice to just relax for an evening and since that was the night that most of everyone else went to the pub as well it would be nice to catch up with some people you hadn’t seen in a while. When you got there, the usual crowd was there as well, some of them waving as you walked in the door. You ended up spending most of the night talking with Leah with Emily popping in from time to time when she wasn’t helping Gus. You noticed Shane standing in a corner by himself. It seemed that Leah saw you glance in that direction, and commented, “Poor guy. Everyone hates to see him feel so down and out all the time. But, there’s not much anyone can do to help him. He’ll choose beer over help anytime.” There was a bit of derision in her voice, but nothing too uncalled for as it did look like he was at least partially doing this to himself. Before the conversation could continue Emily stopped by on her break and started talking about something completely different.

As the night went on more and more people made their way home. Eventually, there was only a fraction of the people left in the bar. This led to you sitting at the bar. And, only a chair away from Shane. The positioning wasn’t planned, simply from you both taking what seats were available at the time and not moving when others opened up. You were drinking your last drink for the night while Shane was halfway through his third tankard of beer. Not that it should have been impressive, but you found it morbidly amazing that he could have had that much and still be as relatively sober as he was; Gus’s tankards were by no means small. You looked at him from the corner of your eye as you took another drink. “Hey,” you greeted and you saw his tense shoulders slump, seeming deflating because you were bothering him. But, with a few drinks in him, Shane found his tongue loosened more than usual.

“Why do you talk to me?” He asked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You respond.

This made Shane stop and think for a minute. “It…” he huffed and mumbled so quietly that you almost missed it, “People just don’t.” There was another pause of neither of you talking. Finally, Shane broke the silence again. “Look, if you really want to impress me then buy me another drink.” It surprised everyone, who neither of you noticed were at least glancing at you both frequently because of how odd it was to see Shane out of his corner and talking to someone. It surprised Shane as well when you looked up from your drink and called, “Hey, Gus.” He came walking over, pretending to not have just been talking about the two of you with Emily. You nodded toward Shane and requested, “Get this man a water, if you don’t mind.” Gus did his best to hide a laugh, relieved that he didn’t have to explain to you that he had already cut Shane off for the night. Shane’s face scrunched up moments before he hid it under his hood, and hissed, “Are you serious?”

“Hey, you said a drink. Never said which one.” You chuckle as you catch the glass Gus slid at you. “Besides, you could use it before you walk home.” You gave his shoulder a few pats before standing up to leave. Even though most of his face was covered, you could see the slight twitch of a starting smile threaten to make its way onto his face. You paid Gus and said goodbye to Shane. Everyone sat there like they were witnessing an impossibility when he waved back.

This morning while you were waiting for Pierre’s to open for the day, you saw a certain Joja Mart employee making his way to work. “Good morning, Shane. How are you?” You greeted as he walked by you. He paused a moment like he was thinking about saying something else but eventually grumbled out, “Busy. Why are you talking to me…” as he kept walking past. However, you noticed that little smile start to invade his dower face once again. Maybe Shane didn’t mind you talking to him as much as he acted like he did.

#stardew valley shane x reader #sdv shane x reader #reader x stardew valley shane #reader x sdv shane

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One thing that i love about Diavolo's character is the great Angst potential he has. He lived a life of privilege and luxury while growing up. But he had grown up sheltered within the walls of the palace as an only child. The demon king, his Dad, not only "left" him when he was young cuz he lost interest in ruling and instead decided to "slumber" at the bottom of the Devildom, i'm convinced that he blamed Diavolo for the loss of his Mother, since it's stated that she died after giving birth to him. So Diavolo didn't had the mentor that he needed when he was young until he met Barbatos. He doesn't show it, but he's lonely on the inside. He can't show this side to anyone since he's the future ruler of devildom. I can imagine, every day, he would gaze out of his window at the bustling streets below, filled with commoners going about their daily lives. Burdened with the weight of responsibility. He knew that one day, he would have to rule over his people and make decisions that would impact their lives.

Now imagine placing MC into the picture, and this is something that i haven't seen the fandom talk about, i believe that Diavolo and MC can't just date normally like how you would with the brothers. Firstly, he's a Demon Prince, and MC most likely is a human commoner. Their union would most likely be forbidden by the laws (council of demons) of both their worlds, and any offspring they might have would be shunned by both demons and humans alike. (It's even Canon in the original game that humans and demons can't get married).

So, despite the pain in his heart, Diavolo knew that he had to let Mc go. He couldn't bear to see them with another, but he also couldn't bear to see them unhappy because of him. He once said that he wants to put Mc in a cage and keep them for himself in one of his cards, but he decides against it because he knows it's not right.

So imagine, he didn't want to feel those things he felt, but no matter how hard he fought against them, his feelings for Mc just grew stronger. With a heavy heart, he knew that he would always be there for Them, watching over them and protecting them from afar. He watched in silence as Mc found love with another human, a kind and gentle soul who treated them with the love and respect they deserved. And so, restless Diavolo would watch the stars shining brightly in the night sky on his balcony as he whispered a silent prayer for the human he loved, his heart heavy with the weight of their forbidden love. And as he thought of Mc, a single tear rolled down his cheek, a silent testament to the love that would always remain between them.

What do you think??

Damn, anon. Are you trying to break my heart????

Poor Dia! I'm pretty sure in the og he says that his father did blame him (or like... had issues with him because he reminded him of his mom or something along those lines). And he also talks about how he didn't really have anyone until Barb showed up.

I also think that the way he often expresses jealousy of the brothers having fun or being chaotic indicates that he wishes he had something similar. Likely because he's lonely.

But oh man, just having MC show up, but it makes it worse because he has to let them go?!? Watch them marry someone else??? Oh, the angst! The suffering!!

I mean, if MC stayed mortal, he'd have to deal with them dying eventually anyway, but at least he could potentially have memories of a life together with them. But in this scenario, all he has is the knowledge that MC was happy without him.

Anyway, I think you've got a really interesting set up here! And yeah, if you're going for angst, this scenario definitely delivers! Ouchies though 😭

#Diavolo is such a tragic figure if you think about it too much #I just want that guy to be happy #or twist the story so he's more on the demonic side of things and he thrives on the power of being the demon king...#I'd be okay with that too #obey me #obey me diavolo #anon asks #misc answers

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latelyanobsession · 1 year

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Gossip Swap

summary rumors can be nasty. especially when straight out of your boyfriend’s mouth. kind words however, can make a world of difference when offered up by a kind soul.

warnings cursing, rumors/gossiping, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, smut, TW: use of fat-shaming slurs

word count 2,737

note based on a request by @harringtonfan4: "eddie x steve x plus size female reader…reader has been dating Steve he told reader he was sick he goes to party instead someone gets him on video all over Nancy and telling her and the others how unhappy he has been with reader because of how she looks and what he’s used too whole school sees it …eddie steps in to pick up the pieces (smut preferred) maybe eddie has a squirting kink or breeding kink (regular smut is fine if you don’t do those) and Steve decides he made a mistake..reader chooses eddie ….sorry my asks are long winded I have specific ideas I’m just not good at writing them lol. If it’s too much let me know I’ll tone down my explanations"

i've changed your request a bit by having the reader and steve's break up be based on the spread of a rumor through the school rather than a video. using a video would've taken a lot of effort back then, (ie. filming and then copying multiple VHS tapes or having to pass a single tape around to multiple people would've taken a lot of time). so using word of mouth to spread a nasty rumor would make better sense to spread something like that from a weekend party faster in the 80s.

also a couple lil tweaks to the smut and setting just to make it flow. a full disclosure as well that i've never read any existing smut for eddie so this is just my interpretation of how i think he would align in sexual interactions based on my interpretation of his character.

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You pursed your lips, eyes zeroed in on the dial as you twirled the tumbler on your locker.

35 - 11 - 27

Hooking your finger in the latch, you opened the door. It's hinges squeaking.

"That her?" a voice asked, walking past.

"Yeah, I feel so bad for her..." another answered.

You peered past your locker door, eyebrows creased in curiosity.

The pair of upperclassmen quickly turning their heads away as they wandered further down the hallway.

You shrugged it off. They must've been talking about somebody else. There was nothing going on with you.

Sinking into your seat in first period, the low rumble of whispers slithered its way through the room, snaking its way up your spine and settling beneath your skin.

"I can't believe he said that...!"

"Well... I would want someone more... y'know..."

"Can you blame him?"

Clenching your fists, you tried to ignore their words as they coiled around you. Constricting you with each breath. Your chest pulling tight.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" you burst out loud, throwing your pen gruffly against your notebook, bouncing it to the floor.

Your classmates paused, quieting. Their faces mixed with looks of pity and guilt.

But none of them answered you.

The remainder of the period passed in relative silence, with you leaving the room in frustration.

It felt like the whole school's eyes were on you.

And you didn't know why.

The next period was no better. Nor the one after that.

The day was unraveling into an uncontrolled nightmare. And you wanted to get away from it as soon as possible.

Taking a deep breath, you latched the sliding bolt on the bathroom stall and sat down.

You didn't even need to pee. You just wanted a quiet moment alone.

You took another deep breath, closing your eyes.

The door to the bathroom swung open, the back slamming loudly against the tile wall as girls entered.

"I still can't believe Steve said that!" one girl hummed excitedly.

"Well you should, I was there. I heard the whole thing!" replied the other.

"He was seriously with Nancy?" asked a third.

"Of course!" answered the second, as if this were obvious. "They were all over each other... Steve was practically sobbing about wanting her back."

They giggled amongst themselves.

"But... what about the part... about... Y/N?" asked the first.

"Oh..." the second clucked, "Yeah, he wouldn't stop whining about how sick he is being stuck with a cow like her..."

They shrieked with laughter, the shrill sound clattering off the walls.

"He really called her a cow?" the third snorted ungraciously.

"...Like a pillow that's already too stuffed to stuff... if you get it..." the second mused.

They laughed again.

You swallowed thickly, trying to remain as collected as possible. You didn't want them to know you were there.

Your eyes were brimming over with tears as you clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle a shaky exhale.

"I mean why'd he ever trade Nancy for that whale anyhow?" the second complained.

"It's a complete downgrade..." agreed the third.

"There's no way a fatso like her could ever satisfy him... she's too busy stuffing her face." the first stated.

They all made varying sounds of agreement, washing their hands. The door slamming back open, and coming to with a soft thud.

You threw the stall door open, letting out a long-held sob. How could any of this be true?

But it had to be... "I was there. I heard the whole thing!"

Steve had bailed on you over the weekend. He called, coughing and whining pathetically through the phoneline of how ill he felt. And you bought it like an absolute sucker.

How stupid you truly were. Planning on bringing him homemade soup after school this afternoon, when he was already wrapping himself up soundly ... in Nancy Wheeler's lap.

Fleeing the bathroom, you quit the school building entirely. Not wanting to deal with another single pair of eyes on you.

You cut out across the football field and into the woods, just looking for a quiet place to walk. To seeth. To hide.

A few yards in you found a clearing with a weathered picnic table, empty beer cans scattered across its top.

This place didn't seem familiar to you, but it was close yet far enough away from school grounds that it seemed like a good place to settle.

Dropping onto the bench, tears began trickling out in steady rivulets down your heated cheeks. Your shoulders shaking with heavy sobs as the conversation you overheard began to replay in your mind.

Steve wouldn't have gone back to Nancy if I wasn't fat.

The voice in your head began...

Steve wouldn't have lied to me and gone to that party on his own if he wasn't embarrassed to be seen with me.

The voice pressed.

Steve doesn't love me. I'm too fat to be with Steve.

Too fat...

You crumbled.

Your hands coming up and hiding your face. Tears quickly turning bitter as your chest felt fit to shatter.

Every sweet thing he had ever told you must have been a lie. Why else would he be able to pivot so quickly? Turn back to Nancy so smoothly?

So thoroughly enveloped in your sorrow, you didn't notice someone enter the glade.

"Uhhhh?" the voice hemmed, cutting through a bout of your sobs, startling you.

"You doin' ok? I mean you're obviously not... but... Are you?"

You peered up through your fingers, snuffling horribly, your nose stuffed with snot.

A lanky boy with ratty hair and torn jeans was standing at the edge of the clearing.

He stood there awkwardly scratching his cheek, a black lunchbox in his other hand.

"I- I'm sorry... -'ll leave..." you sniveled getting up, not realizing you were intruding on someone's coveted lunch spot.

He tossed up his hands lightly, "don't worry about it... it's cool. Y/N right?"

You nodded slowly, he seemed familiar but you couldn't really place him.

"Do I know you?" you sniffed, wiping a sleeve at your eyes.

He shrugged, lips puckered thoughtfully as he clasped his hands behind his back.

"Well, you should... You and your boytoy bought weed from me a few times..." he stated dryly.

"He's not my -!" you clipped spitefully, snapping your jaw shut in realization.

"Oh?" he said, sitting down next to you. "My mistake... thought you were a thing."

"Not anymore..." you whispered.

You looked over at him, "I'm sorry..." you apologized again, "you don't need to hear about my shit."

Kicking his feet to and fro childishly, his heels tossed up leaves all around you. His eyes focused on the trees.

"Well sounds like someone should hear it... It's Eddie by the way..." he smiled at you gently, nudging your shoulder with his own to go on.

You smiled coyly, eyes dodging to your toes.

"It's just..." you sputtered, fingers wrapping around the bench tensely, "he said I'm too fat for him."

Tears were threatening to fall yet again.

He let off an obnoxious laugh, you wanted to punch him.

"I'm sorry..." his brows knitting together, as if in deep thought before they shot high, "Is he mental!?" Eddie shouted, hopping to his feet.

You blinked at him, dumbfounded, "What?"

"Boytoy. Is he completely certifiable?" Eddie pointed at his head, index finger swirling counterclockwise.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "I don't... think... no?"

He tossed his hands dramatically skyward, "Y/N!"

You jumped.

"He has to be!" he reasoned, arms still thrust high.

"You're just so .... kind. And so genuine. And smart. And beautiful and so –" he spoke rapidly, listing your qualities off each finger. Pacing himself into a small tight circle.

"You think I'm beautiful?" you interrupted him.

He stopped, looking up from his fingers, bringing his hand bashfully to his lips.

His eyes darting around the grove, before answering.

"Yeah. But you're so much more than that," he added.

Coming back to the table he straddled the bench, a leg on each side, looking you square in the eyes.

"He's a dumbass for cheating on you." Eddie declared. "I mean he couldn't be more of an idiot! Total dick move!" He waved his arms in an axing motion.

You laughed, "Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem! If you were my -" his words fell short as your lips collided with his.

"Eddie?" you hummed, pulling away, your foreheads resting together.

"Yah?" he breathed.

"Please shut up." you giggled.

"Yes ma'am," he replied enthusiastically.

Yoking a hand around his shoulders, you pulled him back in. Lips ghosting over his, your tongue playfully laving at his bottom lip.

He groaned loudly, lips parting in invitation. His hands swiftly seizing you and pulling you in.

His grasp was greedy. Desperate. Wanton. Tugging your sweater out of place, his chilled fingers pricking up goosebumps in their wake along every inch of newly discovered skin.

Small gasps tumbling from your tongue to his as those long fingers crawled lower, twiddling with the button of your jeans.

"You sure you want this?" he asked breaking from you, his eyes shimmering with sincerity.

"Wouldn't want Boytoy to miss you or anything..." he chuffed with a somber smile.

You placed your palm on his cheek. "Eddie, he's already missed me..." you leaned in kissing him chastely, "by a long shot."

A brilliant smile lit up his features, warm brown eyes shining.

"Really?" he was shocked.

"Yes," you replied, crawling into his lap. "I want you. I need... this." You emphasized with a searing kiss, grinding your weight against him.

His hands gripped your sides, digging in and holding you close as he whimpered at the feeling. Even through layers of denim, you could feel a thick bulge burgeoning against your inner thigh.

Sitting up momentarily you wrapped your hand around his belt, yanking him forward, manhandling him. Pressing him back gruffly against the picnic table, he planted both feet back in front of the bench, letting off a slight wince of surprise.

"What you got planned sweety?" he asked cutely.

Propping a knee on the bench you towered over him, hands undoing his belt buckle. Fingers nimbly unfastening his fly.

"You'll see." you teased, a finger tracing up the length of his clothed erection, his neck straining.

"Oh .... ooooh, that's not fair," he whined, a foot kicking in protest. Your hand slyly enveloping his length and pulling him out into the open.

You kissed him, lingering to pull at his tongue. "You're gonna get yours don't worry about it." you hummed, hand pumping smoothly up his length as you admired his pained expression.

Backing off, you unclasped your jeans shimmying them down just below the swell of your ass. A sharp inhale reaching your ear, "fuck."

Peering over your shoulder, you regarded him with heavily lidded eyes. "Like?"

He swallowed thickly, nodding as his gaze washed over you. "Y-yah."

You smirked your cheeks heating.

"You'll like this better..." you challenged as you reversed, placing yourself between his legs.

You lowered yourself onto his lap, grinding your bare cunt against his cock. The evidence of your arousal coating him from base to tip.

"Shit babe," he whined hands clamped onto your hips more so for his own sanity than for yours.

Reaching back you gave him a couple short strokes before lining him against your entrance, the bulging head already pressed between your pussy lips in anticipation.

Sinking down onto his length, you cried out. The stretch making your knees weak, your hands gripping his thighs to ground yourself.

"God Eddie!" you exhaled, eyes blinking widely.

"Babe you gotta move..." Eddie complained, voice straining. "I'm not gonna make it!" His grip was becoming harsh, almost biting. His hips trying to thrust, heels pressing against the ground for purchase.

"Eddie please..." you warned pathetically, "don't do that." He was already so deep. Your walls wrapped snuggly around him. Each small movement lighting up nerve endings you didn't even know you had.

Roping his arms around your middle, he hauled you back, knocking you off balance. Gaining leverage and driving himself deeper.

"Eddie!" you whimpered, pressed flush against him. "Eddie I can't...I'll –"

His pace was gaining, thrusting deeper. The sounds of your pussy beginning to fill the air. The sopping wet clap between your bodies with each stroke.

"Eddie please!" you begged nearly sobbing. You could feel it. That tingle. It was growing with every thrust of his hips.

"Babe I promise. I'm so close." he warbled, his pace growing erratic and hurried.

You were trying so hard to hold back, trying to focus. Trying to clamp down on your muscles. Pulling your legs together snugly. But everything you were doing made the feeling more intense and made him respond more aggressively.

"Fuuuuuuck babe. That's amazing. Just like that!" he encouraged with your last attempt, curling himself up and pistoning his cock into you even harder.

Tears were at the corners of your eyes, you couldn't hold it back. The pleasure was unbearable. Your walls starting to spasm, shaking the pitiful attempt at self-control that you had.

"Eddie... I'm gonna cum!" you wailed brokenly.

"Cum babe...!" he panted, slamming against your cunt. "Cum on my cock!"

"No Eddie ... I'll –" you cut off keening as he connected. Your head tilted back and your legs shook as it struck, warm fluid gushing out.

You thought for certain he'd come to a screeching halt. Toss you off for that. But he kept going, hips stuttering as his lips found your ear.

"Babe can I... can I cum insi –..." his breath faltering, as you dropped your hips back, grinding into him.

"Yes..." you exhaled shakily, continuing to ride him through his high.

The forest became quiet again as you both panted. Eddie beneath you.

You pulled off, trying to gather yourself up. The embarrassment was already suffocating you.

"Eddie I'm so so sorry." you looked at him miserably.

Sitting up, he looked at you casually, "Sorry? Sweets that was so fucking hot!" Tucking himself in, he stood up coming over to you.

Pulling a black bandana from his back pocket he offered it to you.

"Y'know..." he started, as you gratefully took the cloth, cleaning yourself off as best you could. "I'd love to do that with you again sometime..."

You blushed, handing him the bandana.

Looking up at him you nodded. "Yeah... but maybe not outside..."

He smiled coyly, laughing. "Yeah."

You looked at his pants, your face falling into a frown. "God... I'm–."

He laughed tossing up his hands, "Don't worry about it. Was gonna skip after this anyhow."

"You sure?" you looked at him guiltily.

"–'m sure." he soothed.

The warning bell echoed through the trees. How many periods had you missed?

You checked your watch.

"Shit," you cursed, "I gotta motor, but find me tomorrow?"

You grabbed your things and scooted from the grove.

Sliding in late to your last period of the day, the eyes and murmurings from your classmates was no longer as bothersome.

When the day ended you actually had a smile on your face as you headed toward the parking lot. That was until you saw your boyfriend.

"Hey Y/N!" Steve waved you over from his beamer.

You walked wide, heading off to the opposite sidewalk.

"Y/N?" Confusion was settling into Steve's features as he jogged after you. "Hey what gives I'm here to take you home. Y'know..." He reached for your hand flirtatiously.

You jerked yourself away.

"What gives?!" your eyebrows shot high. "Why don't you go ask Nancy!"

You turned on your heels to walk away, as he wrapped a hand around your wrist.

"Guess you found out huh?" he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his other hand.

"Yeah I guess so..." you spat venomously trying to wriggle free.

Stepping into your space Steve stroked a thumb over your cheek.

"Ya know I didn't mean it right? I was drunk." he gave you a lopsided grin. "You're my girl. Always will be."

You gave him a rough shove sending him shuffling back.

"No, I'm not!" you shouted. "You chose her! And I'm dumping you!"

He was stunned, his arms hanging limply at his side.

"You what?" he spoke each word as if carefully chewed, his mouth running dry.

"I'm...dumping...you" you enunciated each word. "Don't call me."

Readjusting your backpack you walked away, leaving him standing there.

The next day, you were back at your new lunch spot.

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dandelionxbby · 3 months

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The Grudge - Spider and Neytiri

I have nightmares each week about that Friday in May - Spider often has nightmares about the day on the Sea Dragon

Trust that you betrayed, confusion that still lingers - Spider felt betrayed after Neytiri held him hostage, he was confused as to why he had to pay for the sins of his father

Took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers - Neytiri often tried to spoil the relationships spider had with her children

And I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did - Its very unlikely that Neytiri feels even an atom of guilt for what she did to him

But I hold onto every detail like my life depends on it - Spider was still a child and this a was traumatic moment of him, its hard to forget details when someone almost ended your life.

My undying love, now I hold it like a grudge - Spider has always loved the Sullys but how could he trust them now

And I hear your voice every time that I think I'm not enough - Neytiri has expressed her hatred for Spiders more than once, it possible he still hears her voice

And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream - He has to be calm he can't scream, he can't rage. He would seem crazy, it would only be another reason to outcast him

How could anybody do the things you did so easily? - Neytiri held a knife to him and was going to take his life without a second thought

And I say I don't care, I say that I'm fine - he has to be ok, he cant let anyone know hes hurt by what she did

But you know I can't let it go I've tried, I've tried, I've tried for so long - He wants to move on and be okay but its hard

It takes strength to forgive, but I don't feel strong - Neytiri was a mother to him, he wants to forgive her because its the right thing to do so that he can be happy, but he just cant

The arguments that I have won against you in my head - Spider was hurt and he wants Neytiri to know but he doesnt have it in him to say it to her

In the shower, in the car and in the mirror before bed. Yeah, I'm so tough when I'm alone and I make you feel so guilty - The only way he can confront her is in his head and he often tell her how he feels when hes alone

And I fantasize about a time you're a little sorry - all he wants is for Neytiri to acknowledge what she did was wrong

And I try to understand why you would do this all to me - of all the humans that have wronged her, why did he have to bear the brunt of it all

You must be insecure, you must be so unhappy - he knows she hurt

And I know in my heart hurt people hurt people And we both drew blood, but, man, those cuts were never equal - He knows why she did it, while the last part it very literal, it also could be mental and emotional scars, what she did to him hurts worst than anything he has ever done to her.

Ooh, do you think I deserved it all? - did she really hate him that much

Ooh, your flowers filled with vitriol - he only became part of the family once their first-born son died, he always wanted to be part of the family but do they really want him or do they just want a replacement for Neteyam

You built me up to watch me fall - she watched him grow up just to be the one who almost ended it all

You have everything and you still want more - he has done all he could to fit in but he will never be enough for her

I try to be tough, I try to be mean - hes tried to not let his guard down, he knows at any moments she could kill him

But even after all this, you're still everything to me - even after all thats said and done, he still love the Sullys and Neytiri

And I know you don't care, I guess that that's fine - to Neytiri he will never be one of the people and thats okay

But you know I can't let it go I've tried, I've tried, I've tried for so long - he has tried to take the blame for what happened to move on but he still hurts

It takes strength to forgive, but I'm not quite sure I'm there yet - forgiveness is something that takes time, he wants to forgive not only Neytiri but also Jake and he will but hes not sure when it will be.

It takes strength to forgive, but - the cut off of the line show that he wants to stop making excuses for why he cant forgive yet and just wants to do it.

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sleepyangelkami · 10 months

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UNWANTED AFFINITY e.williams

☆ WORD COUNT - 3.4K

ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - after an absolute roller coaster with ellie williams, the girl you had grown to love, you realise that she has never been and never will be yours the way you were hers for her heart will always belong to another, the one before.

☆ WARNINGS - angst/no comfort, unhappy ending, toxic!ellie, toxic!ex!cat, attatchment issues, arguing, fighting, reader is very passive, ellie is an asshole, toxic relationship (if you're experiencing this, please have more respect for yourself and leave), mention of alcohol consumption, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

as you stood before her, gazing into those pretty green eyes you had grown to adore, you realised that they turned a cold shade of ivory, one that you never wished to see again, for the first time, you didn't want her here, you wanted her gone. sooner rather than later. "i don't get it." voice wobbly, eyes filled with tears as you stared at her, arms crossed over your chest. you had sniffed multiple times that night but you really didn't want to cry in front of her, making yourself look more stupid than you already had.

she stared forward at you, her own guilt and pity caught in her eyes. you mistook it for her caring about you, you shook those thoughts instantly for the hard truth was that ellie williams would never love you the way you adored her. "don't cry." her voice a soothing lull, one you had heard so many times before.

you sat in bed with teary eyes, everything was just too much. your mother was too much, your school work was too much, processing people's death was too much and now ellie williams and her ex girlfriend was too much. you stared forward at the screen, them together, smiling and laughing on a video. you didn't even feel self pity, you just felt stupid. how had you not seen it before? the way that they looked at one another. of course they were still in love.

"what's wrong?" and to make matters worse, she had just entered the room. you sat up, instantly rubbing your eyes as you flicked off your phone, shoving it beneath your pillow as she set the glass of water on your night stand. she took care of you like no other. when you didn't answer her, her hand came down to sooth your arm. "are you mad at me?"

"no." you shook your head instantly. you didn't want to be angry with her, none of this was her fault after all and besides she was here now, with you and not cat, she was doing everything in her power to make you feel better, how could you be angry with her?

her eyes searched your own, you wished you could fall into them, you wished that her embrace would engulf you and you wished you could stay there. forever. "then whats wrong?" she wanted to help, it appeared, and you trusted her. but suddenly, you felt stupid.

this wasn't her fault, none of it was, you were sitting in bed and wallowing in on yourself, you were blaming her and that wasn't fair. you sniffed, sleeves rubbing at your eyes. "everythings just... a lot." giving her a small smile to show that you were okay, even if you truly weren't.

"that's okay, it's okay to be overwhelmed." her arms pulled you in, pushing your head on her chest. instantly, your arms wrapped around her torso, wet tears falling onto her clothes. the way she comforted you could relate to no other, it felt like your world was crumbling and for the first time in your life, someone was here to help you collect the dusted particles. "do you want to talk about it?" her voice in that very same soothing lull, there was something about the way her eyes softened and the way she spoke, voice full of gentleness. you felt safe. you felt as though you could trust her.

you really didn't wish to make her think as though you were mad. you felt guilt course through your veins, you shouldn't have worried so much about the girl, after all, she was here, comforting you, there was no reason to think anything of the way her and cat acted around one another. after all, they were friends, you knew this. they went out for two years, of course they still love one another, it takes a lot to step away from someone you love, you just hoped that they would never be in love again. "not really." voice shaking, full of guilt. you had made her worry all for nothing, it was your fault truly.

"okay." pressing a kiss to the top of your pretty head, noticing the way your face turned beat red. you weren't her girlfriend but she knew how much you adored her, and at that time, it seemed as though she felt the same way. "but just know that i'm gonna be right here when you do."

"it's a little late for that." you spoke, voice cold as you briskly wiped away your own pathetic little tears. she didn't say anything, staring at you as if her own heart chipped away alike yours did. no, you had to stop yourself from feeling bad, she surely didn't. "so you love her?" your voice breaking like a child.

she was quick to shake her head. "no, no i don't." you didn't know if you believed her, after all, it wouldn't be the first time she lied to your face. "I just..." she sighed, running a hand down her face as she took a seat on your kitchen chair. she looked at you, a thousand words in her mind, none uttered. "i was with her for two years, y/n." she never called you that. "she was the one girl i loved, the one girl i could be myself around." you ignored the way your heart shattered into a million little pieces. "I'm just attached to her."

you understood that, god how you truly did. after all, you were attached to her. you had fallen for ellie williams briskly, it surely did not take long to trap yourself into her charm, to fall for her funny persona and the way she could be both comforting and know how to make you laugh all at once. she was the one girl that you could be yourself around, she was the one girl that you could love.

"but i don't get it." voice wobbling once more, you turned your head and fiddled with your fingers. you wanted answers, you wanted them so bad but you were so bad at asking, you couldn't talk, it felt as though your voice had caught in your throat. "why would you tell me you liked me if you didn't." you remembered the day she told you that she liked you so vividly for you'd never forget the way your heart swooned cheerfully, a way that it never had before.

"will you kiss me?" she slurred drunkenly, you had to giggle at her state though you knew she shouldn't be drinking, let alone at this age. if your parents were home, they'd kill you both. "c'mon, please just one kiss." her eyes looking down at you with little specs in them. you could see her spark and you were sure she could see your own, the way you practically lit up at the sight of her.

you had to entertain her, too amused to stop. "maybe if you're good, i'll give you one later." laughing as she took a seat at your counter while you turned around to pour her a glass of water. when you poured the glass, you turned, sitting opposite of the counter and placing it down on the marble. "why do you want a kiss so bad?"

she stared up at you, hand moving around the glass. she looked down once more then back up at your face, you simply looked at her in confusion, trying to guess what it was she wanted to say. "I like you, y/n." you ignored the way your heart beat swiftly against your ribcage. ellie wasn't necessarily good with her words, you knew that which is why she never said anything before but you didn't think she truly liked you, surely it had all been one sided, maybe it was the drink talking, you weren't sure.

"what?" you had to hear it again, even if it were just a whisper. it felt as though your entire world stopped. you didn't even give yourself time to smile at her, thoughts too wrapped up in the moment.

"look i know- i know i've been an asshole lately." that was the understatement of the year. you two had gone through a rough patch lately, ellie had been with her ex girlfriend a lot more than usual, this caused constant arguments between you both. "i'm sorry." she didn't say those words often. "I really am sorry. and i'm not good with the whole feelings shit." she was closed off, reserved as she pulled a hand down her face, tugging at her own features. "but i like you, i really do like you and i'm telling you that now. don't ever doubt it."

you stared at her with admiration. you knew ellie williams was not the type of girl to talk about her feelings, those words uttered from her lips could do nothing more than soothe your every last worry. you believed her because a part of you wanted to so badly that you would have done anything, you hoped she was being truthful. you prayed on every last star that she was.

"i do like you!" she took a step forward, wanting nothing more than to reach out to you, to hold you. but the way you stood at the door with your arms around your chest, closed off from her. it was something she had never seen before. usually, you'd accept her with open arms, you'd do just about anything to be close to her. now, you'd do anything to get her out of your house and your face and never return. "but y/n, you're too good for me, you're too perfect."

you scoffed, turning your head. she had to think you were stupid, honestly, to think that the reason she wouldn't be with you was because she liked you too much, it didn't even make sense. "so it's not me it's you, right?" you scoffed in sarcasm, shaking your head at her as your eyes filled with tears again, fresh fat tears rolling down your face, you felt utterly stupid.

"yes!" exasperated as she tugged at her own hair. "yes, listen as fucking cliche as it sounds, it is me, not you." she stared at you, waiting for some form of a response but you stayed quiet, eyes fixated on the ground and suddenly you found the wooden floor boards to be more interesting than anything you've ever seen before. "i'm too attached to cat, i can't be with you because you're so sweet and beautiful and fucking genuine, i'll only hurt you."

"don't say that." this time you shook your head and actually looked at her, gave her that desperate look that made her absolutely weak to her knees. seeing you cry, it shattered her heart completely but knowing you were crying because of her? she knew it was enough to kill her. "don't say that because you know me and you know how i feel about you." blinking to stop the tears from flowing faster, god, you hated how you cried like that. "you know damn well that i'd move in front of on going traffic if it meant i could be with you so don't- don't give me that bullshit." you didn't swear, ellie knew that, she loved that, as funny as it seemed, she found it rather cute but she wasn't mad that you were swearing, no, she just felt guilt swarming in her veins.

the conversation seemed all too familiar.

you stared up at her, big dopey eyes as you suddenly felt insecure. "don't say that." you all but begged, moving away from her. "don't say that because you know me and you know how i feel about you." the exact same words uttered from your lips.

"baby, i do want you." she spoke, her fingers hooking beneath your chin to make you look at her, the sight of her eyes boring into your own, well, it was safe to say that you almost fell over.

"ellie." you tried to reason, brows tilting at her. "you know damn well that you could be with any girl you want." and that was true, all she had to do was say the word and girls would be falling at her feet i mean it was ellie fucking williams, the most popular girl in seemingly the world, every girl wanted a chance with her, even the girls that didn't like other girls like that. "so don't say you want me when you don't."

it was your insecurities talking, eating away at you hopelessly as you prayed on any god to shut up the voices in your head. but ellie never judged you for that. on the contrary, she understood, she helped. that was something you could never ask of someone, to actually understand where you were coming from but you didn't have to ask with ellie williams, she just did, and it seemed as though sometimes the only thing that could shut the voices out was her own, making you feel so comforted, so soothed to the point where nothing else remained.

"i don't care who i could have, angel." she looked down at you as if you were her pride and joy, as if you truly were an angel. you wonder now how that could have been a lie, how all of this truly could have meant nothing to her. "i don't want any of them. i want you." and that sentence was enough to allow your heart to belong to ellie once and for all. she knew that, the fact that she did and still continued truly pained your heart, shattered it completely, in fact.

"i don't get you." you sniffed. you truly tried to understand her, every single time you fought, every time she shut you out, every time she took you back in with no explanation. you tried and tried until you were too tired of trying to just understand where she was coming from. she was a good person deep down, you knew that, so why would she purposely hurt you? you didn't know. but you were sick of trying to understand where she was coming from, sick of trying to understand her reasoning and excuses when god knew she never did the same for you.

"no one does." you squeezed your eyes shut, turning your head. you were sick of trying to listen to her own self pitying words as she pushed the blame off herself yet again. you told her you'd wait for her, promised her even, then again you were sure promises meant nothing now as she had broken her own, her promise to you that it would be you and her in the end, that you truly were her endgame. she even promised to marry you one day.

you sighed, letting out a shaky breath as you turned to her. "are you gonna get back together with her?" voice cracking as you remembered everything you done to try and keep them apart, what was the point when they just kept going back? like magnets drawn to one another.

"i'd like to think that i have the self respect not to." because the last time they were together, cat cheated, why on earth would ellie wish to go back to someone after that, you couldn't understand. "but i don't know what the future holds, y/n, we both don't." so it would be you or her, you didn't seem to care to think about it anymore because you were sure the more you thought about it, the more your name was shoved out the window.

your expression never dropped, that cold, emotionless one, the one in which only showed you were still here by the tears that helplessly rolled down your face. your sleeve covered hand came up to briskly wipe them away. "ellie tell me the truth, no bullshit." she nodded her head, ready for you to ask away. "do you still love her? please just be honest with me because ellie i can't take the lies anymore, i really can't."

she stayed silent for a moment, contemplating. she owed you this, the truth. well, she owed you much more than that but this was as good as it was going to get. "i do." and at that very moment, your world stilled and went completely dead silent, your heart shattered into a thousand pieces, this time you were sure no one else could pick up the pieces, you were already gone. "i've seen her, known her in a thousand ways and i've loved her in all of them. i keep trying to pretend i don't but the fact that we always find our way back to eachother, y/n you have to understand that it's not just me doing this, it's like the universe wants us together."

yeah. a sign from the universe, definitely and completely. you scoffed underneath your breath, what was she? nine? "yeah." you pushed out in a short wheeze, one that didn't even sound like it came from you, so low it seemed as though it was never even uttered.

"you're great, though." looking at you as she bit her lip guiltily. you forced yourself not to roll your eyes and scoff again. great. but not enough. not great enough to stay. not great enough to be more than cat ever will be, even if she breaks ellie's heart the way ellie breaks yours a thousand times over.

you wanted to yell at her, to scream at her but you did nothing over than hold your hands together and bite your tongue because as ruthless as the girl may be, you'd never do anything to hurt her and you simply wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you did, you couldn't. "i hope, uhm—" you really didn't wish to sob in front of her. but you saw the way she stood up from the chair. she was leaving. "i hope you get everything you want, because that's what you deserve." you hated the way that even now, as she stood in front of you after playing a game with your heart for months, you couldn't bring yourself to be angry with her because it was ellie fucking williams.

she moved closer to you and this time you didn't protest, you didn't move. "you too, love." she placed a hand on the back of your head and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. your could feel the tears begin to gush, you held them all at bay, a look of pain contorted around your face. her scent, her warmth, her everything, you had a funny feeling in your chest that this was the last time you'd feel her presence. "goodbye, y/n." standing in front of the now open door.

"goodbye, ellie." and finally the door shut, you all but rushed to it. your chest began to rise and fall rapidly as you held your breath, ignoring the way the sobs practically ripped out of you instantly. you couldn't help it, the tears, the pain, the hyperventilating. you knew it was over, forever, you'd never see ellie william's pretty face the way you did before as she would you.

you fell down, unable to hold yourself. sitting with your back to the door and your knees to your chest. you also held a hand to your chest, one toying with the hair on your head, ripping at it. you could feel the pain overtake your body and you were sure if you could die of heartbreak then you'd surely be gone by the morning.

your head fell into your knees, sobbing violently as your whole body raked with whimpers and cries, ones that you had never felt so badly. you wanted to open the door and run out, chase her and state that you could do better, you would do better, you'd keep her from cat and you'd show her that you were a thousand times better. you'd beg and plead with her to just try with you, try once and then if she felt the same, she'd be on her way. you wanted to ask her for one more chance to prove that you were worth more than her silence made you feel.

but you didn't.

you couldn't.

you sat with your head in your knees as you sobbed and cried like a little child listening to her parents fight. but you didn't chase after her for you knew one thing that kept repeating itself in your mind, making you stay put, making the tears gush out quicker.

loving someone more will not make someone love you back.

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