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“Maximoff Hale, will you marry me?”
“Man, I’m fucking with you.”
you know Winona Briar Meadows as the fourteen-year-old fearless animal lover with a spirit as wild as the Meadows family. You follow her Instagram account that’s littered with nature photography and rock climbing excursions. If she’s not advocating for animal rights with Ben Cobalt, then she’s hanging with her girl squad and keeping to herself. You beg her to post more selfies, and you criticize her when she doesn’t.
know her as Nona, my cousin who could practically be my little sister. Who I used to carry on my shoulders through the Costa Rican forest while she snapped photos of every damn thing: the leaves, the dirt, the ants and the trees.
Fair Warning: I will decapitate you with a rusted blade if you fuck with this one, and she’ll probably try to stop me.
You know Ben Pirrip Cobalt as the sixteen-year-old savvy environmentalist who makes friends easier than all of my family combined.
You think he’s one of the coolest Cobalt boys—with his accessibility, his windswept brown hair, baby blue eyes, and pretty boy charm—and you wouldn’t be wrong.
know him as Ben, sometimes Pippy, the youngest and most free-spirited Cobalt boy and my little cousin.
Fair Warning: I will hold you beneath a frozen lake and drown you if you fuck with him.
There is just human life and love and pain.
Every time I see his morality and think, how good you are, and fuck, I’m lucky.
He grimaces, blood still filling his mouth. “You’re…smarter than me.”
“I’m lightning then, and you’re thunder. You always follow me every time I appear.”
“You’re too sweet to be with someone like Farrow.”
So if you need me to tell you five-thousand times, a million, that I’m so fucking in love with you, I will.”
“You know, my heart is in your hand.”
“‘While I breathe,’” he translates, “‘I hope.’” It overwhelms me. Hope. Him. Love. Pain.
I can’t recall how I ended up back at my townhouse. Maybe I apparated or a teleportation power kicked in. I do know that I slept most of the day.
“You told your dad you’re naming your son Batman.”
“Your dad asked you, what son? And you said the one in the Batmobile.”
He loves people so overwhelmingly, and he cares.
Hopefully your last.
“Am I your forever guy?” I just ask.
So I know… “I want everything you said in the rain. All of it.”
“When I love someone,” he says in a rough whisper, “I love them proudly, and you deserve the achingly normal, romantic shit more than anyone. Everything you’ve never had. All the pictures you post, all the videos you do on your own, I want to be in them—and it’d kill me not to give you that. Especially now that we’re public.”
“Could’ve sworn I was named Maximoff Fucking Hale.”
“How about Maximoff Paler-Than-My-Ass Hale?
“We’re getting our Meredith back.” He slow-claps. I smile. “Man, you know I’m a Christina.”
Fuck. My. Sappy. Brain.
My dad raised me to be like Ryke. Because he loved his brother more than he loved himself.
Plus, I look forward to coming home and putting out wildfires with you. It’s not that complicated.”
That’s the title of the daily series. Alphas Like Us.
drop a necklace in her palm, a cursive pendant spells: merde.
“Fuck, I’m just remembering how big of a dork you are.”
Each baggie contains two protein bars, crackers, mixed nuts, grapes, a whole apple, and two turkey sandwiches.
My heart
I wouldn’t need to steal a ring in order to match his size. I can just buy one that fits me—and I can’t believe I’m thinking about this.
know him as my little cousin who will be the first to fall into chaos. Who chooses to run towards danger instead of away, and who calls me up every Saturday to talk about that guy in the back of the class he has a crush on. He means more to me than any words can describe.
Fair Warning: if you fuck with him, we will both fuck with you.
Red hair, pale freckled skin, and a smile that could charm just about anyone stares back at me. Her lavish pink room looks like it was made for a princess.
You think she talks like she’s been factory-made from a Jane Austen novel,
Fair Warning: you fuck with the baby of the family and everyone will come after you.
He’s a human heart-eye emoji.
wolf with a pirate eye-patch, and two letters are inked on the patch. WS.
“You broke one of your only rules.” My rule: never get ink that relates to a boyfriend.
Connor is mental. He taught Maximoff intelligence, emotional restraint and confidence.
Lo is emotional, the sarcastic, loving and empathetic pieces of him.
And then Ryke is physical, all determination and stubbornness and ...
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“Excuse the Rottweiler,” Connor tells me. “Continue.”
“No DC at the table,” Lo snaps. “I swear to all living Marvel things, I grabbed the wrong child in the Home Goods store.”
“Questions for the Overly Tattooed Boyfriend of My Perfect Son Dot Com.”
