(real exciting)

I just had a nightmare that someone somehow read and left a review for Red and the Bomb on The Wicker King’s goodreads page.

They were all like “idek why industry people were so excited about this book. I hated the character Bill and the book was nothing like the description I was given. It was confusing and creepy.”

Like maybe someone had given them a bootleg ARC or something??? So then, I had to log into my old Goodreads account and reply to it like “nothing in your review makes me think you read the right book. Also, the character bill is literally grooming a child, so your dislike of him is a normal reaction. P.S. can you tell me who gave you my unpublished work? because whoooo boy did you not read the right thing. Please edit or remove this review.”

Then in the nightmare I learned that the leak was my mom who forwarded the ARC I gave to her for The Wicker King (cause! She! Asked! And! Is! My! Mama!) to a friend of hers who used to work in publishing at Little Brown. Only, she attached the wrong file to her email. And instead of sending TWT she sent a draft of Red and The Bomb I sent her when I was 19. One of the oldest and least edited version of a book I wrote that wasn’t even publishing quality.

And then another aspect of the nightmare was that I had to call my mom and yell at her about it and I hated having to do that.

Forced To Love

“This is it.” Y/N stated, her voice void of emotion. Her hairdresser nodded, running her fingers through Y/N’s long H/C locks.

“Yup. Aren’t you excited?” The hairdresser piped, smiling into the mirror. Y/N forced a smile, fidgeting with her hands in her lap.

“Yeah….I’m real excited….” Y/N said dryly, letting out a sigh.

“You don’t love him, do you?” The stylist asked, spinning Y/N around in her chair.

Y/N nodded solemnly, standing up, brushing off her dress.

“You really do look beautiful, Y/N.” She commented, placing her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N smiled and thanked her, before exiting the room.

She sighed loudly, plopping down onto the couch outside the room. The church was decorated beautifully, had this wedding been with someone else, she might’ve been able to enjoy the gorgeous decorations.

“You look stunning, Y/N.” her head shot up, her eyes landing on the body of a certain Jack Maynard.

“T-Thanks…” She mumbled, her cheeks flushing red. Jack gave her a smile, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“I’m really happy for you, ya know.” He said, shifting his feet.

“Thanks, Jack.” Is all she said, she didn’t need to say more. He understood her silence, engulfing her into a hug. She buried her face in his shoulder, tears running down her face.

“Shhhh….Don’t cry, it’ll smudge your makeup, love.” Jack whispered into her ear. Pushing her off of him, wiping away her tears. He gave her a smile, placing his hand on her cheek.

She gave a watery giggle, nodding her head.

“Yeah…You’re right…” She chuckled, patting her eyes with a handkerchief.

“You look lovely too, Jack.” She motioned at his suit, a silky black material with a white undershirt. She smiled at the white rose in his chest pocket.

“My favourite.” She said, running her fingers over the delicate petals.

“I remembered. Now, should we make our way to the doors?” Oh yeah, she remembered, Jack was to walk her down the aisle.

“Sure.” Was all she had to say.

The reality of the situation hit her fast. She was about to marry a man she did not love. She pulled the veil over her face to hide the pain, closing her eyes tightly. She took a deep breath as the pianist began to play, the doors opening wide.

Everyone had their eyes on her as she walked, Jack’s arm intertwined with hers. He gave her an encouraging smile as she glanced his way, placing a kiss to her cheek as she got to the alter.

He took his seat in the crowd beside Conor and Joe, both who gave him a smile of pity as he sighed.

Beside Y/N was Anna, her face practically glowing, her smile huge. Zoë was there too, her hair done up beautifully, adoring a gorgeous black cocktail dress and stunning makeup. On the opposite side, Brent stood there, a smile on his face, his mates standing behind him, all grinning.

If Y/N hadn’t have loved someone else, Brent would’ve been perfect for her. He was attractive, she’d admit; But he wasn’t Jack.

Jack, her childhood friend. The only one who could make her smile when the only thing she wanted to do was cry.

Jack, her highschool crush. The one she’d spend countless nights curled up on her couch up next to, burying her face in his side when the movie got too scary.

Jack, the one she loved.

Jack, the one she couldn’t be with.

She took a nervous breath as the priest started talking, the rings placed in front of them by a shaky handed B/F/N.

“Do you, Brent Tautum, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife?” The man asked, looking at Brent. He nodded, smiling at Y/N.

“I do.”

“And do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Brent Tautum to be your husband?” This was it. This was the moment. She couldn’t say no in front of all these people, all eagerly waiting for her to say yes and for the two to exchange their first kiss as a married couple.

“I-I-I do…” She stuttered, looking at the rings. She couldn’t make eye contact with Brent. He wasn’t allowed to see the heartbreak in her eyes.

“Any objections of this wonderful marriage?” The priest asked, “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” She hoped and prayed someone would interject.

Someone did.

“I object.” Gasps of horror filled the room, and she looked over at the crowd.

“I object as well.” Hands across her side of the audience began to raise their hands. All who were close friends of Y/N.

She smiled at Jack, he was a wonderful friend.

“Y/N, I know you’re up there to marry Brent, to prove you’ll spend the rest of your wonderful life with him, living happily ever after. But I had to tell you this. I love you. I’ve loved you since primary school, sitting on the swing set with our ice cream cones, making animals out of the clouds. I love you, always have, always will.” Jack sat back down as he finished, tears streaking down his cheeks. Conor stood up, giving his brother a smile before looking to Y/N.

“Y/N, I’ve seen you with Jack, you’d be happier with him. You don’t love Brent the way he loves you or the way you love Jack. I’ve seen the way you look at him, with love and caring in your eyes. You love him Y/N, don’t you?” Conor gave Y/N at look as he sat down, wrapping his arm around Jack’s shoulders.

She glanced at Brent. He had a nervous look on his face, playing with his fingers he stared at his shoes.

“…I’m sorry Brent, but yes. I do love him…”


I had the awesome privilege of working on Redbull’s Music Academy NYC street campaign again this year, which is starting to go live around Brooklyn in the form of murals by the ever-amazing painters at Colossal Media (I can’t imagine trying to copy photorealistic art onto a big wall—those guys are so good but they probably also hate me at this point lmao). 

Anyway, I did portraits of Gucci Mane, Alice Coltrane, Jenny Hval, and Solange, so if you see their faces around the city this month, let me know!


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One of the big parts of why I have so many ships, as well as getting excited for real relationships, is because I’m both fascinated and terrified of romance, I would rather happily watch as romance for others pan out and grow, while simultaneously dodging it for myself out of fear