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we’re talking away

i don’t know what i’m to say

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eddie munson | steve harrington

i’ll say it anyway

today is another day to find you

⤑ eddie munson

 i beggest thou pardon

you have an issue. eddie has a talent at acting. you have to get rid of a really sketchy guy. he has to get people to stop making up rumours about him and chrissy. a perfect problem. 

⤑ steve harrington

fear

you expect people to do die with honour, with bravery, with courage. you died with fear. steve can't know.

ain’t no sunshine

steve just wants cuddles. and he'll play the song on repeat until he gets them.

shyin’ away

oh, i’ll be coming for your love, okay?

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ain't no sunshine — steve harrington

▸summary: steve just wants cuddles. and he'll play the song on repeat until he gets them.

▸characters: steve harrington x gn!reader

▸tw: tooth. rotting. FLUFF

▸a/n: i did not die. have some happy words.

HE MUST'VE HAD the song downloaded four-hundred times on his cassette tape, because you were just about ready to bash your head in when the beginning notes played from Steve's bedroom. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, it's not warm when she's away.

You were in the living room, finishing up some writings that you had due for your classes when you gazed unamused at the ceiling. He'd been playing the song on repeat, singing along badly in order to coax you into giving him some love and affection as you always did on a Tuesday afternoon. Unfortunately, this deadline was currently taking priority, and Steve was being a drama queen about it. 

You still had about four pages to write, as well as some questions to answer before anything else took over your mind, so you had to suffer. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and she's always gone too long, anytime she goes away.

You'd practically memorised the words and melody to this song, mouthing them with good ol' Bill Withers as he provided sustenance to feed Steve's dramatics. You could hear Steve's faux grieving voice as he sang along, making the song a whole heap more dramatic than the original recording. 

Wonder this time where she's gone, wonder if she's gonna stay.

Trying to persevere through the loud stereo blasting muffled music above your head is a lot more difficult than you might imagine. Ever since you had gone to his place in a tizzy that you had things to do before a deadline and couldn't afford any distractions, you had banished him to his room, and for about an hour, had some quiet. 

That changed when the second hour became the third, and the music started when the sun began to go down, reeling on loop as though it was a broken record. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and this house just ain't no home, any time she goes away.

You smiled slightly, though. For all of Steve's dramatics and ridiculous behaviours, he loved you, and you loved him. All of his quirks made him special to you, and you loved to be with him no matter what was happening around the world, especially when the whole Upside Down thing began catching up to him, mentally and physically. Now, he was a cuddly baby that loved hugging you. He always said that he felt safer to sleep in your arms. 

And I know, I know, I know, I know...

He must've given up on singing, because Steve's voice could no longer be heard. Probably ran out of oxygen. Good. He needed to rest after the whole Russian situation. You only had one page left to write and a few more questions to do before you could give your Steve what he needed so desperately. 

A hug. And a fat nap.

You sighed as the tape continued playing the bridge, scrawling your pencil over the paper. You had started with gorgeous cursive, and had evolved into writing chicken scratch to speed up the time. Two questions down, half a page to go...

Hey, I ought to leave the young thing alone, but ain't no sunshine when she's gone.

Three lines, two sentences, aaaaand...

Done.

Throwing the pencil down and thudding the book shut, you pushed yourself to a standing position, practically bounding up the stairs, dragging yourself up by the handrails. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness everyday.

You came to the first floor landing, stepping onto the carpeted floor with your socked feet and beelined for Steve's room. The door was shut, but Bill's soothing voice carried through the wood, almost getting impossibly loud as you inched closer. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and this house just ain't no home, any time she goes away.

Stepping into the room as you swing open the door, the final outro of the song is echoing through, fading away. You smile to find Steve on his back, staring at the ceiling as he waits for the next loop to begin. 

You are silent as you halt the tape, crawling onto the bed and giving him a big ol' smooch. He looks at you with innocent and wide eyes, a big fat smile settling on his face. 

"All done?" he asks. 

You nod, confirming. "All done."

You yelp as he flings himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tumbling over the other side of the bed. He's quick to bring the covers over you both, leaving the bed side light on. A new habit, but it didn't bother you. 

You tussled for a little, finding a comfortable position that agreed with all parties and bones. You settled on bear hugging him as he tangled your legs together and kept his nose near your hair. 

You giggled, running your nails down his back. "You big baby." 

He grumbled. "Ain't no sunshine when you're not here."

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a forbidden flame, helaena targaryen

pairing: helaena x female!reader summary: in the midst of a forbidden romance, reader and princess helaena risk everything to be together, only to be betrayed by helaena’s brother. captured and torn apart by king aegon's wrath, reader faces solitary confinement, holding onto their love amidst despair and uncertainty. warnings: angst, turmoil, captivity, imprisonment my etsy shop: camelot's scribe | letters from your favorite character

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the castle was quiet, the flickering torches casting long shadows along the cold stone walls. moonlight spilled through the high windows, illuminating the path ahead as you made your way through the labyrinthine halls. your heart raced with each step, the thrill of your clandestine mission coursing through your veins.

you paused at a corner, peering around to ensure no one was coming. the risk was high—if you were caught, the consequences would be dire. but the reward, the sight of her, made it all worth it. you took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and continued.

heleana’s chambers were at the end of a long corridor, guarded by a single door that seemed to pulse with the secrets it held. you knocked softly, the sound barely audible. a moment later, the door creaked open, revealing heleana’s familiar face. her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her violet eyes sparkled with excitement and worry.

"y/n," she whispered, her voice a soft caress. she stepped aside to let you in, closing the door quickly behind you.

you were in her arms before you could speak, the warmth of her embrace banishing the chill that had settled in your bones. she held you tightly, her breath hot against your ear. "i’ve missed you," she murmured, her lips brushing your skin.

"and i you," you replied, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. there was so much you wanted to say, so much you couldn’t put into words. instead, you pressed your lips to hers, the kiss gentle but full of longing.

heleana’s hands roamed your back, pulling you closer as if she could meld you into one being. you lost yourself in her touch, in the sweetness of her lips. every stolen moment with her felt like a dream, too beautiful to be real.

but reality always intruded. she broke the kiss, her eyes filled with a mix of love and sorrow. "we can’t keep doing this," she said, though her grip on you didn’t loosen. "if aegon or anyone else finds out..."

"i know," you said, cupping her face in your hands. "but i can’t stay away. i love you, heleana."

her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she leaned into your touch. "i love you too. more than anything. but it’s dangerous."

"we’ll find a way," you promised, though you had no idea how. "we have to."

heleana nodded, a single tear slipping down her cheek. you kissed it away, tasting the salt of her sorrow. "stay with me tonight," she pleaded. "just for a little while."

you nodded, and she led you to her bed. you lay together, limbs entwined, hearts beating in sync. the world outside the room ceased to exist, and for a few precious hours, it was just the two of you.

as dawn approached, you knew you had to leave. you kissed her one last time, memorizing the feel of her lips, the way her body fit against yours. "i’ll be back," you whispered, though the words felt like a promise you might not be able to keep.

"be careful," she replied, her voice breaking. "i can’t lose you."

you nodded, pulling away reluctantly. you slipped out of her chambers, the weight of the forbidden love you shared heavy on your shoulders. as you made your way back through the castle, you prayed for a day when you could be together openly, without fear.

the next evening, as you prepared for another secret meeting with heleana, you were summoned by queen alicent. you felt a shiver of dread as you entered her chambers, unsure of what she wanted from you.

queen alicent was seated at a large table, her piercing gaze fixed on you as you entered. "y/n, sit," she commanded, gesturing to a chair opposite her.

you sat down, trying to mask your nervousness. "you wished to see me, your grace?"

"yes," she said, her tone icy. "i've noticed your frequent absences from your quarters at night. is there something you wish to confess?"

your heart pounded in your chest, but you kept your expression neutral. "i have been restless, your grace. the castle walls feel confining at times, and i find solace in wandering."

alicent studied you for a long moment, her eyes narrowing. "i see. it is dangerous to wander alone, especially at night. you should be more careful."

"i will, your grace," you said, inclining your head respectfully.

"you may go," she said, dismissing you with a wave of her hand.

you left the room, your mind racing. did she know? or was it just a coincidence? you had to be more cautious.

as you approached heleana’s chambers that night, a figure stepped out of the shadows. it was aemond, heleana’s brother. his intense gaze bored into you, and you felt a chill run down your spine.

"aemond," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "what are you doing here?"

"i could ask you the same question," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "but i already know the answer."

your blood ran cold. "i don’t know what you’re talking about."

he stepped closer, his eye never leaving yours. "stay away from her. if you care about heleana’s safety, you’ll end this now."

"i love her," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "i can’t just walk away."

aemond’s expression hardened, his lips curling into a sneer. "then you’re a fool. aegon will not tolerate this. he will make sure you suffer, and he will destroy heleana in the process. do you want that on your conscience?"

your resolve faltered, but your love for heleana burned bright. "i can’t abandon her."

"then you will both perish," aemond said coldly. "i will not warn you again."

with that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving you alone in the dimly lit corridor. you took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and knocked on heleana’s door.

the door opened, and heleana’s eyes widened in surprise. "y/n, what’s wrong?"

you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. "aemond knows."

her face paled. "did he threaten you?"

"he warned me," you said, taking her hands in yours. "but he also cares about you. he won’t betray us."

heleana looked relieved but still worried. "we have to be more careful."

you nodded, pulling her into your arms. "we will be. we’ll find a way to be together without risking everything."

she clung to you, her fear palpable. "i can’t lose you."

"you won’t," you promised, holding her tightly. "we’ll find a way."

as you lay together that night, you couldn’t shake the feeling that your time was running out. but you would fight for every moment, for every kiss, and for the love that burned bright and fierce, even in the darkness.

the tension in the castle grew over the following weeks. aegon’s suspicions were evident in his sharp glances and probing questions. alicent’s watchful eyes seemed to follow you everywhere. but you and heleana continued to find ways to be together, your love a secret flame that refused to be extinguished.

one night, as you made your way to heleana’s chambers, you heard voices coming from within. you paused, listening intently.

"you’re endangering us all," aemond’s voice said, low and urgent.

"i love her, aemond," heleana replied, her voice breaking. "i can’t help it."

"you have to end this," aemond said, his tone cold and unyielding. "aegon is planning something. he’s determined to find out the truth."

your heart raced as you listened. you had to warn heleana. you knocked softly on the door, and it opened almost immediately.

heleana’s eyes widened in surprise. "y/n, what are you doing here?"

"i overheard," you said, stepping inside. "aegon is planning something. we have to be careful."

aemond’s expression hardened further, his gaze icy. "you need to leave. both of you. if you stay, aegon will find you and make you suffer."

"we have to go," heleana said, her eyes wide with fear. "we have to get away from here."

"where will we go?" you asked, feeling a surge of desperation.

"dragonstone," heleana suggested, desperation in her voice. "rhaenyra will protect us."

aemond’s eyes flashed with anger. "do you think rhaenyra will welcome you with open arms? you are risking everything for a foolish dream."

heleana looked at her brother, tears in her eyes. "will you help us?"

aemond stared at her for a long moment before nodding reluctantly. "i will help you escape. but do not think this is the end. you will always be hunted."

that night, you and heleana fled the castle with aemond’s help. you rode through the night, your hearts pounding with fear and exhilaration. as dawn broke, you saw dragonstone rising in the distance, a beacon of hope.

as you approached the gates of dragonstone, a group of soldiers blocked your path. aemond’s expression turned cold and triumphant as he stepped forward, signaling the soldiers to seize you both.

"aemond, what is this?" heleana cried out, her eyes wide with betrayal.

"i warned you," aemond said, his voice icy. "you should have listened. aegon will not tolerate this... disgrace."

the soldiers grabbed you and heleana, forcing you to the ground. you struggled against their grip, but it was futile.

"aemond, please!" you begged, desperation lacing your voice.

"you brought this upon yourselves," he said coldly, turning away as the soldiers dragged you back toward king's landing.

the return to the castle was a blur of fear and despair. as you and heleana were thrown into a cell, you clung to each other, your hearts breaking with the realization that your love had been your undoing.

days passed in the cold, dark cell. aegon visited once, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction as he taunted you both.

"you thought you could escape me?" he sneered. "you will pay for your defiance. both of you."

heleana tried to comfort you, her voice trembling as she whispered promises of a better future, but you both knew the truth. there would be no escape, no happy ending.

one night, as you lay together on the cold stone floor, heleana’s tears mingled with yours. "i’m sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "i’m so sorry."

you held her tightly, your own tears falling freely. "i love you," you said, your voice filled with pain and determination. "no matter what happens, i will always love you."

as the days turned into weeks, you clung to that love, finding strength in each other even as the darkness closed in. your love had been a forbidden flame, burning bright and fierce, but now it was a flickering ember, struggling to survive.

and as the door to your cell creaked open one final time, you faced your fate with heleana by your side, your hearts united in a love that would never be extinguished, even in the face of death.

aegon’s suspicions finally culminated in a brutal confrontation. the king, flanked by his guards, stormed into the cell where you and heleana were held. his face was twisted with rage, and his voice was cold as ice.

"y/n, you have bewitched my wife and brought disgrace upon this house," he declared. "you will be punished for your treachery."

"aegon, please," heleana pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "she did nothing wrong. it was my choice."

"silence!" aegon roared. "you have been corrupted by this... harlot. guards, take her away."

the guards seized you, pulling you away from heleana’s grasp. you struggled, desperate to stay by her side. "heleana! no! please!"

heleana’s screams echoed through the halls as she tried to reach you, but aegon’s grip on her was unyielding. "you will be dealt with later," he said coldly to his wife. "but this one will suffer for her sins."

the last thing you saw as you were dragged away was heleana’s tear-streaked face, her cries of anguish haunting your every step. you were thrown into a separate cell, the door slamming shut behind you with a finality that crushed your spirit.

days turned into weeks, and you were left alone in the darkness, the memory of heleana's touch the only thing keeping you sane. you clung to the hope that she was safe, that somehow, she would be spared.

but as the days passed, that hope began to fade. you were isolated, punished for loving too deeply, and the world outside your cell seemed to grow colder with each passing moment.

and as the darkness closed in, you held onto the memory of heleana, your forbidden flame, knowing that your love, though condemned, would burn bright and fierce in your heart forever.

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𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳, 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥

𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘺

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remus lupin | 

𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳, 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥

𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘺

⤑ remus lupin

puppy love & flowers

he's absolutely sure he loves you. he's absolutely sure you love him. flowers aren't given to just anybody.

𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?

soooooooo i’m not dead

somethings are in the works. just gotta format them and actually write them out lols

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An urgent appeal for help ‼️‼️🚨🙏

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I’m Inge Kassab 22, dental student in alazhar university Gaza, I have finished three years of my studies at the university and unfortunately my university has completely destroyed due to the war in Gaza and I can’t go abroad the city to continue my studies because all boarders around us were closed and I forced to live her under bombing.

For almost a whole year and half I have been living in Gaza, where wardestruction and chaos spread everywhere in Gaza.

My home and my university were completely destroyed .

I am currently in Deir El Balah after I have displaced from my city Gaza , trying to save money to rebuild home to live in a safe place with my family. My father is an old man who lost his work and my mom also lost her work. I need you to support me and my family to build our life again.

Because of the war, it has become impossible to provide money to live, buy food, clean and drinkable water, and education here. This money will be used to provide what the war has destroyed for us, and also to provide a place to stay, especially since we are now approaching the winter season, where we need winter clothes, repair the damage to the house, and provide what protects us from the cold and hunger of winter.

Gaza has become a place full of destruction and is no longer suitable for any opportunity here. Diseases have spread in the Gaza Strip, especially those skin diseases for which there is no treatment due to the war. The water here has also become polluted water and has spread, and there is not enough food for everyone here.

I created this campaign to ask for help and support from you. As a human being who lived an entire year and half under the flames of war, destruction, and tragedies, I am addressing you and asking you for help, to help me get a chance to survive war, death, and hunger with my family, and to start from scratch. A new journey of living and recovering from those traumas and painful memories that we experienced in the war. So we stayed in the Gaza Strip under the genocide to live in difficult conditions and complete our studies with the least available means. Before the war began, I was at the beginning of the clinical stage and the beginning of my work on patients, but the war came and destroyed all my dreams, as I lost my university and my dental tools, which cost my father more than $1,000, and I lost my future. But now I am trying to return again in order to complete the number of study hours and graduate. Therefore, I need your help to complete what remains, as there is only very little left to graduate and go out to work and help patients.

This money will also help me to cover our living expenses and buy food in Gaza. Buying food and groceries in Gaza is something we cannot afford every day because of the high prices, and there is no opportunity to work here. The money will also be used to buy available cooking gas, wood and firewood which will also be used to provide fires for cooking and also to keep warm from the cold at night in the coming days.  Also I want to build my own clinic after graduation.

I hope you will hear my voice and help me get a chance to evacuate from here, and a chance to evacuate from Gaza if we can .

I am a person whose dreams, life, and ambitions were stolen during the war. All I have left is the hope of escaping from here. Help me revive this hope ❤️🙏🙏

So Please Help Me to Put (Dr.) before my name. 

Sorry For tagging you guys randomly but this is the only way to reach more people and to gain your attention please help me sharing my story to people who care about Palestinians 💔🙏🙏‼️🇵🇸

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Save a Palestinian dental student and her family in Gaza

Hi, I'm Tristan from the Netherlands, running this campaign on behalf of Inge, who tells her story below:

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𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 

𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

ain'tcha just the cutest — miguel diaz

▸summary: you have a phrase that you love to say to your boyfriend. miguel loves when you say it. win-win.

▸characters: miguel diaz, gn!reader

▸tw: fluff and sweet moments and cute stuff

▸a/n: uhhhhhhhhh personally i'm an angst girly but i need to expand my skills

IT IS A well known fact that Miguel is not a morning person. He is a bomb-sleeper. An earthquake could hit and he'd simply switch to the other side and continue dreaming.

This is the reason why you were awake, and he was not. Mind you, it was nine in the morning, but you had nothing to do, so you could kill a couple hours more.

You were not a strong sleeper. You were a lightweight, and once the slumber was gone, it was gone. It had happened a few times, but it was lessening recently, which you were thankful for. It just meant that you still got up early, sometimes at the crack of dawn.

It also meant that Miguel had his arms around you, restricting your options of escape as he snored delicately next to you. You wouldn't move for the world, but you had needs, and unfortunately, his arm was, in fact, pushing down on your bladder.

You tried slipping from his grip. He only tightened it and grumbled. You tried waking him up. He only cuddled more into you. You tried to wriggle out and forcibly remove his harm from around you. He simply slapped your hand away in his sleep and sighed as he placed back around you. It was futile. But it was cute.

But you really needed the bathroom.

So you resorted to an absolute manipulation strategy. You placed kiss after kiss after smooch after peck on his face until her eventually had to rub his eyes open. You took your chance, darting from his grasp before he could secure back to him. You chuckled lightly as you heard him whine into the pillow.

You came out of the bathroom finding him in exactly the same position he was in a couple of minutes ago, breathing deeply and half his head smushed in the pillow. You knelt next to the bed, brushing his very lovely hair away from his face. He grumbled again, grabbing your hand lazily and holding it to his chest.

You chuckled again, getting back into bed in a sitting up position so to be more comfortable as you played on your phone. You stroked his hair after freeing the hand he had grabbed.

"Ain'tcha just the cutest?" you mumbled under your breath. He nuzzled into your ribs, tickling you a little.

There was no reply, but that was the first time you said it.

The next time you said it, it was his birthday. You had wished him a happy birthday, and had given him his gift. It was a bracelet that he commanded you put on him immediately.

After the day went by, you paid him another visit, carrying a wicker basket with a blanket over the top. When you announced it was picnic time, he nearly tripped after trying to put on his best pants quickly.

Luckily, you managed to get to the grassy spot you had meditated on using a few hours ago without harm. He was fine, you were fine, everything was fine. You laughed through the afternoon, you kissing into the sunset, and you ate into the evening.

He must've been ravenous, because when you looked at him after taking a picture of the sunset on your phone, you burst out laughing. This boy had tomato sauce all over his face, and he still continued to devour the plate of spaghetti in front of him.

"Whatcha laughing at?" he asked, his words muffled because of the spaghetti. This only made you laugh harder, falling backwards as you clutched your sides. Poor guy was so confused when you started gasping for breath, looking at you with wide eyes.

When you sat back up, you grabbed a napkin from the basket, bringing it to his face. You held his face in one hand and wiped the sauce from the other. The previous exaggeration was not quite true. It was not all over his face. It was just gathered in the corners of his mouth, like a toddler. He waited patiently for you to finish bathing him, grinning at you when you halted.

You giggled, patting his face with the hand that was previously holding it. "Ain'tcha just the cutest?" His face lit up more than it did before, and his eyes could rivals lying saucers.

The most recent time you said it was when there was a rumour going around school about you. Something about you and your relationship history, which was actually over way before it began. But people loved to hold onto things that gave them a reason to poke their nose where it didn't belong.

So, you never let it bother you. Miguel was a little harder to persuade, but eventually, he left it alone. And it was a good decision. The rumour died down, the people lost interest, and you had a good day at school. Until you stepped into the cafeteria to see Miguel and another student tussling on the ground. The two boys were rolling around, and only did they separate when two teachers pushed past the masses of people and forcibly pulled them away from each other. Both were sent to the nurse, and you followed behind. They were sat on the two beds that were there.

You sighed as you stood in front of your boyfriend that had his head down to look at your feet. He was swinging his legs and cracking his knuckles and playing with his fingers.

"Look at me, please." Your voice was gentle and held room for negative response. But he'd never deny you anything, so he looked up at you. You sighed again.

His face wasn't as bad as the other guy's, but it was still roughed up. He was holding a tissue to his bleeding nose, his eye was a little red, he had a scratch on his cheekbone, and his knuckles were spotted like a dalmatian.

You took another tissue, wet it with your water bottle, and held it up to his scratch. You just cleaned it a little, and his twitched his eye a little. You heard the nurse and the other boy talking in the next room.

You finished cleaning the scratch before putting on a plain bandaid. You stroked his cheek.

"What did you hit him for?"

Miguel grumbled. "He was talking about you and the other guys, about how he was one of them and that he made you feel better than I do."

You frowned. You didn't even remember the other guy's face, how could he have—

Oh.

You scrunched up your nose. You'd forgotten about that.

"Miguel, he was a one night stand. Two years ago. We were at a party, and a little tipsy, and we did it." You leaned a little closer to his face. He met your eyes with his own. "I can assure you, I didn't even remember his face until now. How could he have made me feel good?"

He breathed out a laugh. "What about me?" He was blushing a little bit as he asked. "Do I make you feel good?"

You kissed his bandaid, holding his face in your hands, smushing it a little. "You make me feel best."

He grinned. He liked grinning. He had a good grin. "I make you feel best?"

"Yes, you do."

"Even though we don't..."

"Even though we don't."

"I love you lots, you know?"

That made you giggle. "I love you lots too." His eyes shone like stars when you said that, making you bump your noses together. "Ain'tcha just the cutest?"

"I am?"

"You are."

You kissed his bandaid again.