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i want to write the on-again-off-again relationships. i want the screaming matches and the cancelled dates and the hurt feelings and the second guesses and second chances. 

i want to write people who completely shake up each other’s daily routine and flip their entire world on its axis. i want them to drive each other crazy and question why they bother sticking around and then remember the way their partner laughs or see them in a moment of vulnerability that tells them ‘this is is why i stay. this is why i love you.‘ 

i want to write relationships with struggles. with class differences and financial divide. two people who are so completely different they somehow complete each other. i want the jealousy and the feelings of inadequacy that goes with it. 

i want to write people who aren’t afraid to be honest with their partner. who aren’t afraid to say ‘yeah you’re being an asshole’ followed by ‘but i still love you, you idiot.’

i want the first time they see their partner cry and the morning after their first intimate night when everything feels so right.

i want people who get so used to one another that they stop going the extra mile. i want the ‘you don’t make the effort because you already have me’ argument.

i want relationships that challenge each other to be better people and make each other question their beliefs and moral compass. 

but most of all, i want to write relationships that are real. that make you feel something. i want to go on the emotional rollercoaster right along with them.

[Well, in all honesty he’d been the only one foolish enough to climb aboard the ship without any proper plan or even resourced. Everything had pretty much come down to ‘let’s see how it goes’.]

[Though Francis believed him, he was still on guard, not knowing what the other had in mind]

[It was a relatively long and complex story as to how Robert had ended up on Francis’ ship, standing at the tip of his sword and trying to resist the urge to put his hands up in surrender. Chest heaving with frantic breath, eyes focused on the Frenchman standing before him.]

Nice to meet you.

[He offered a smile, more of a smirk really.]

It has been a while.

[He didn’t dare to smile]

hair tugging (◕‿◕✿) 

wall slamming (ʘ‿ʘ✿)