It's 10.30am And My Supervisor Is STILL Not In Office (as Are Like 90% Of The Lab???). I Don't Think
it's 10.30am and my supervisor is STILL not in office (as are like 90% of the lab???). i don't think i can start work unless he's around (i will give up at some point and probably ask somebody else to just be aware that i'm doing lab work), but meanwhile i have the urge to just continue my charlie fic.
this is giving me 2022-3 discreetly writing fics during my research attachment vibes.
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i'm being so genuine when i say that the comments on my recent fics have been super encouraging to me. that, and reblogs and likes let me know that there are people out there enjoying what i write, and it's actually genuinely motivating me to continue writing
so, maybe no writing break? idk, i have a week off from lab, so we'll see
thank you for all the love, readers, seriously <3
4+1 unrequited to requited love is taking longer (and getting longer) than i expected. so short comfort fic coming up in an hour to tide yall over :)
you CANNOT convince me that the little slimy dude troy saw in his cell ISNT goobleck. i was so ready for bizly to do a little “goobleck” impersonation
is this me projecting because i need a new riptide episode? shut up nuh uh
Love Me Anyway
warnings: mild cursing
summary: reader and charlie had been friends since they were kids, and dated in private for a while until they broke up, and they’re now alone together for the first time in forever.
wordcount: 861
a/n: title is based off of love me anyway by chappell roan because it’s actually such a good song and i listened to it while thinking about this, which was based off of a dream and a few boygenius songs (emily im sorry my beloved). anyways, this is a little blurb i wrote, which im not sure if im gonna continue, honestly depends if anyone actually cares. also wrote this because i recently went through a shitty breakup so why not
“Charlie?” His eyes met yours, concern plastered on your face.
He took a moment. It felt unnatural. Everything had. Having to ask you, the person who knew him best, how life has been. It irked him, not knowing a thing about you anymore, “Sorry. I’ve been alright. Just streaming, trying to figure everything out.”
You nodded, fiddling with the bracelets around your wrist. And Charlie couldn’t help but notice, “Something wrong?”
Another pause.
He always knew when something was wrong. “Not really. I guess I’ve just been a bit off, you know..” Your voice trailed off, never framing it as a question. He always knew.
“Definitely,” he mumbled, his hand reaching up to itch the bottom of his jaw. All he wanted to do was pull you into his arms, be there for you, be the one for you. He had to be. Instead, he sat next to you, cramped in the car, desperate to distract himself. “Anything new with you?”
You finally smiled, a faint chuckle escaping your lips, “Didn’t you ask me that already?”
Seeing you happy allowed him to finally breathe, the tension between you two a bit lighter. “Guess I did.”
He knew you hadn’t told him the full truth. And you had to know he knew.
You sucked in a breath, “I got a new job a bit ago.”
“That’s good to hear, glad you finally quit serving. Place was a fucking dump,” He paused. It was subtle, but he couldn’t miss how your expression changed, how you now couldn’t look him in the eye. “Uh, so what’re you up to now?”
Your eyes darted out the window, probably looking to see if your friends were coming back to your rescue. After a moment you responded with a mumble, “I didn’t quit or anything, just started picking up shifts at the Citgo. My ex moved out a bit ago, and the place isn’t really fit for a roommate, so ‘m trying to pick up the slack.”
Oh. You had a boyfriend.
Charlie swallowed, barely able to collect himself to comfort you. “Sorry to hear that.”
“It’s—It’s fine,” You shook your head. Your hand had moved up from your bracelets to your rings. “It was for the better anyways, he was an asshole.”
“If it helps, I haven’t had much luck romantically either,” He admitted, his eyes meeting yours again. Did it?
The corners of your lips turned up subtly, only enough for Charlie to notice. “That sucks. But uh, at least we’ve still got time, right?”
“Yeah,” He assured you, “We’ve still got plenty of time.”
Silence filled the car, neither of you knowing how to continue the conversation.
Charlie’s right leg bounced up and down, his hand resting on his left. “Hey, uh, you remember when we promised to get married if we were still single by twenty five?” He chuckled, anxiously meeting your gaze. He couldn’t tell if it was a good conversation starter, or an extremely weird thing to bring up.
You once again laughed, a grin staying on your face once you stopped. “Christ, Charlie. We were sixteen, you’re gonna hold me to that?”
“What? Oh come on—I’m not saying that. I was just thinking about how stupid we were. I mean, married by twenty five. Who even wants that?” He laughed, trying desperately to escape the teasing which was sure to come.
And come it did, as you let out another cackle, “You do! You totally do! Oh my god, you’re seriously gonna lie about that to me? It’s—Jesus christ man,” You continued to laugh, wiping non existent tears from the corners of your eyes, “It’s fine, just, like, that’s not even that old? Like, why would we ever say that?”
He turned his head, resting on the window, “I don’t. I really don’t. I’m happy right where I am,” But as you continued your laughing fit it got harder for him to remain serious, forcing him to finally crack a smile. “Well, you could’ve done way worse than me.”
You took a breath, trying to calm yourself down. “Oh trust me,” Your hand met his shoulder, firmly grabbing him, “I have.”
He could only laugh more, unsure what to do. Everything was perfect, normal again. Trapped in an isolated moment, in a world of uncertainty. The way the moonlight spilled through the windows to hit your face. The familiar scent of your perfume trapped in the car. The way your crows feet crinkled when you laughed. He’d missed all of it dearly.
Your arm retreated back to your lap, snapping him back into reality, only to hear you whisper a small apology.
He felt his breath pick up, worried he just ruined everything he spent all night trying to build up. “No worries,” He tried to smile again, wanting the energy to pick up. Wanting you back.
“You know, I really missed you,” You admitted, your voice dropping into a small whisper. You fiddled with your own thumbs, the need to fidget still prevalent.
He took a final breath, trying to calm himself. “I missed you too,” He said, before following it by a whisper, “More than you’ll ever know.”