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I wake up every morning, and I’m more in love with him than the day before.
I’m a guy with almost no fears, but there is one change I’m terrified to face. I’m terrified of losing him.
He was upfront with me at the jumpstart—about not ever wanting a public relationship, not wanting to subject his significant other to the media—and he’s too stubborn to change his mind. It’s my fault for falling this hard for him. “Okay.” My stomach sinks. “It’s okay.”
😭😭😭😭😭😭
“You’ve been the definition of hyper-vigilant. I’ll let you know when you’re back to Farrow ‘chilling in hurricanes’ Keene.”
“Go eat shit, posers!!” Donnelly leans on the pool table. “Haters gonna hate.” “Get outta Philly!” a collective jeer comes at us. Donnelly suddenly straightens up and outstretches his arms. “I’m from Philly! You get outta here, man!”
Security Force Omega Gets in a Bar Fight reflects badly on our employers.” Donnelly glowers at the bearded, tattooed guy who’s been staring me down. “What about Security Force Omega Wins a Bar Fight, boss?” “No,” Akara says.
Akara motions his beer bottle at Donnelly. “If she asked you to push her off a cliff, what would you do?” “I’d say let’s grab some parachutes first, babe.” He smirks. “Then I’d clasp her hand and we’d go down…” He jumps forward and then slings an arm around Oscar.
I’m done trying to prove anything to anyone. Even you. I am who I fucking am, and the truth will always be that I wish I could’ve done more. But I’m finally satisfied with the fact that I’ve given all that I can. Even if you can’t see it or refuse to believe it.
My eyes descend, and I just now notice Thatcher written in Sharpie on the banana peel. I’m less surprised that Farrow is eating Thatcher’s food than I am by this, “Who writes on fruit?” “Hall monitors,” Farrow says as he slices the banana.
“Chin up, shoulders back,” Aunt Rose snaps icily. “What our gremlins don’t know is that they’re ours forever. No matter what geographical location they run off to and whether they like it or not.”
“You all know Farrow. He’s my boyfriend. That’s not changing.” “I don’t actually know him as your boyfriend,” Connor says as he hooks his expensive umbrella on the coat rack. His all-knowing eyes meet Farrow’s. “But I’d love to change that.” “Agreed.” Ryke nods and then turns to my dad. “I’m sensing a fucking invitation here?”
“Good, she’s been carrying those things around for four months.”
“So I have something for you too…and just to be clear, I can’t take back anything that I said or did at the Camp-Away. Because Maximoff is my son, and I want to be the kind of mother who’s strong enough to stand up for him and protect him.” She nods resolutely. “I didn’t cower, and I’m proud of that.”
My mom practically beams. Her eyes dart from him, to me, back to him. Like she’s fully feeling our relationship as reality. Her smile kind of looks giddy. Like she could root for us. Wave flags for us. Create banners and move mountains for us.
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My room. I’ll fuck you hard. – Farrow
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I love how he moves. How he speaks, how he acts. Who he is. Just him. I love all of him.
“Fuck,” he mutters, letting out a shallow breath. “I didn’t think you’d be this tight.”
Maximoff Hale deserves peace. And love. I’ll always, always fight to give him the things that people rip away, and that’s not changing now, a year from now, five years—forever.
“Christ, call the fucking Coast Guard. Farrow Keene just complimented my intelligence.” I suck in a breath. “Well now I’m questioning everything because there’s no reason to call the Coast Guard, wolf scout. We’re on land.”
my thoughts exactly 💀
Maximoff feigns confusion. “You sure I haven’t drowned you yet?” I laugh, and our eyes dance over each other as I whisper, “Trust me, I’m very much alive with you.”
I swear to everything in this fucking universe—you can actually feel their love. It’s in the air and the silence between their words.
I’m gone. Completely fucking in love with him.
I smile, and not long after, the song switches to a Fleetwood Mac playlist. “Meadows!” everyone howls since my family listens more to house music.
of course they’re a Fleetwood Mac family 💀
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” My head turns, and I think about the someone who I love deeply. Moments fly past my mind in Technicolor, every second I’ve spent with Farrow. Vivid. And overwhelming.
“I was thinking that I want a love like theirs, the in-your-face, overjoyed kind of love that knocks you backwards—and what the fuck is stopping me?”
“I’ve been fucking stubborn, but I’d rather be stubborn with you than without you.” I’m more assured than I’ve ever been. “I’m not standing in my own way anymore. You’ve given me the courage to move.”
His eyes push through me. Into me. Excavating parts of my soul that belong to him.
He’s wanted more, and I said no out of a moral obligation to protect his privacy. I’m finally ready to let go. I don’t want to drag us down when a greater happiness is ...
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Unequivocally, fucking wholeheartedly, yes. I commit a thousand-and-one percent, and our mouths meet, the sweltering kiss zipping through my veins and scorching me. I clutch his hair and remember to click a photo.
need fanart of this pronto
Instantly, our photo pops up in the feed. Only three words beneath the picture. Three words that announce we’re a couple. Three words that I’ll never forget. Three words that’ll change everything. Lovers Like Us.
People realize what’s happened, but I’m not looking. I’m not watching them. We’re in our own world. Our own universe. No one can have it. No one can break it. This moment belongs to us.
