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Woo Hoo! Fic Time!🎉💙💚

Fic update! -- Chapter 11/11 in the midnight hour

It's already 27th in my time zone and I don't have time later, so

Happy Birthday Sweet T! 🍑🧡🍑🧡

Read the last chapter HERE

Excerpt:

So. Twenty-four, hmm? How do you feel?”

Tim frowns, thinking. “The same, really. Hungrier. Can we eat?”

Armie chuckles.

“Yes, in a moment. But first–I have something for you.”

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[coloradocharmiegirl]

Hi Friend 💙

I really wanted to give you something to thank you for everything you've done for me this year, but could not think of anything that you might want or need and that would be possible (like take you out for dinner!) So, here is a little message instead.

Thank you for your friendship and support. You are one of the most kind-hearted souls that I've ever had the privilege to call a friend. Your strength and intelligence are inspiring. You have made me a better writer and a better person too. Often I find myself thinking how would she write this or how would she do this? I'm sure I'm not the only one, I can see how important you are to people even within our small fandom, and of course, thank you for sharing your talent with us. I will never ever get tired of reading and re-reading your wonderful stories.

I wish you and your family a peaceful and joyful Christmas and New Year. May 2025 bring you all the good stuff and more!

Hyvää Joulua! ❄️🩵🎄💚

My dear friend, you left this as an anon, but I know it's you! And while I'd love to have dinner with you (wouldn't that be fun!?), your friendship and trust means more to me than any gift. Thank you for sharing your talent and year of firsts, and for reassuring me when my raging imposter syndrome rears its ugly head from time to time. Looking into the new year, I wish you health, happiness, and stories that flow effortlessly from your mind to the page.

Kiitos paljon! 🥰🤗

💙💚 CCG

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Am I a bad fan if I like this better than the original? @rememberwehadthestars Thank you for putting this together! I've missed your whimsy and this is perfect 😂🥳🥰

Sorry Timmy, but I thought this song went well with your performance art. 🤣 So I made an edit of it instead. (Sound on)

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Same! The tables have turned (flipped right over!) in my head. It's a strange place to be.

For the first time in years I’m not concerned about Armie as he seems to be doing well, but Timmy…. I just watched that “live” from yesterday.

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What the fuck did I just watch?

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Tim storied with Will ❤️

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No angst here! I love these guys!! 🥳💙💚

Fic update! Chapter 8. in the midnight hour

I don't know why Tumblr didn't let me edit the original post, but anyway, enjoy the new chapter HERE.

Excerpt:

“I brought some–something to wear–” Tim mumbles between kisses. Both of Armie's hands are already inside his hoodie, caressing the hot skin underneath, his sides and back, all the way down to the waistband of his jeans.

“Why–” He kisses Tim's neck, pulling up the bottom of the hoodie, exposing more skin as he drags the material up. “Would I want–” He kisses Tim again. “More clothes on you?”

Tim lifts his arms, his laughter smothered by the thick fabric as Armie pulls the hoodie off, leaving him pink-faced and naked from the waist up. 

He leans back on the bench, lifting one shoulder in a flirtatious gesture.

“No, silly. It's lingerie.”

He gives Armie a heated look. Like the one he often directs at his audience. The one that would strip anyone of any reservations about what power that gaze holds.

“I can go put it on if you'd like me to.”

Tim’s voice is low. Enticing. It does things to Armie that sound alone shouldn't be able to.

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Serious angst ahead. You've been warned. 😭

Ficlet:

love me for right now (before you leave me)

Rating: E

Pairing: Timmy/Armie

TW: heartbreak, break-up, break-up sex, sad, hurts, angst

Note: Alex Warren's Before You Leave Me came on this morning. It's such a good break-up song.

love me for right now (before you leave me)

A small suitcase and a half-full cardboard box. Old clothes and a couple of books and records.

“I think that's it.” 

Armie waves his hand toward the stuff by the front door. It's not much. Six years and that's all he's ever left here. That's probably part of the problem. Nothing really stuck.

Timmy is standing in the hallway, watching him. He's doing that thing where he's rubbing his neck unconsciously. It means he's either upset or anxious. Armie knows all his little mannerisms and ticks by now. Although he knows how Timmy is feeling without even having to look. The sadness is wafting off him in waves. 

When Timmy doesn't say anything, Armie asks, “When are the movers coming?”

“Tomorrow,” Timmy says quietly.

It's the only reason Armie is here. The apartment needs to be emptied. He looks around the space. It's crazy he'd come to think of it as theirs. Timmy owns the place. It's not like they'd spent that much time here. Maybe because it had felt like a sanctuary--a place they could just be. 

Pushing away the memories, he crosses his arms across his chest.

“Right. Well–good luck with–everything.”

He forces himself to look at Timmy–the short hair that reminds Armie of a summer a lifetime ago, the stupid little moustache, the skinny frame swallowed by a hoodie and a pair of baggy jeans, his bare feet.

Timmy lets out a sad little huff.

“Armie–don't be like this.”

“How do you want me to be then?”

It's hard to keep the bitterness at bay. He shouldn't have come here. He should have sent someone else to get his shit. He always forgets how easily Timmy gets under his skin. 

Timmy wipes his face with one hand, like he wants to hide for a second. When he looks at Armie again, his eyes are bright. Too bright. Tears are threatening to spill onto his cheeks now coloured with emotion.

“Do you really have to do this? Can't we just–talk? Man–” he shakes his head. “You know we don't have to do this. Please.” He whispers the last part, his voice breaking at the end.

Of course he says that. He's said it before. The worst part is that Armie knows Timmy really believes it. Always the optimist. The idealist. The fucking sunshine in every fucking room he walks into. What a contradiction to the real world. Part of their problem, too.

The anger Armie feels is quickly gone, replaced by nothing else but good old-fashioned heartbreak. 

It hurts like a motherfucker.

“I'm sorry, Tim. I'm done.”

Timmy’s face crumples in pain. He can’t hold it off any longer, big fat tears dripping down his cheeks. He wipes his eyes, looks up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath, clearly trying to pull himself together. When  he looks at Armie again, he's nodding his head like he understands. Or tries to.

“Yeah–yeah. I'm sorry. I know.”

Not much else left to say. 

Armie really shouldn’t, but he crosses the hall over to Timmy, and pulls him into a hug.

“It’s gonna be alright,” he whispers into curls that smell like cigarettes and expensive cologne. He feels Tim nodding against his chest, his fingers digging into Armie’s back through his t-shirt.

Armie should let go and walk out, but he holds on long enough for Timmy to lift his head and look up at Armie with those big, green eyes that are now red-rimmed and heartbroken. Timmy knows he’s breaking rules, Armie can see that, but it doesn’t stop him from leaning up and pressing his lips onto Armie’s. 

Just a goodbye, he’s saying with the kiss.

Just a goodbye.

But like for any addict, just something isn’t enough for Armie. The taste of him, after weeks, is impossible to resist. It takes about three seconds before he's pushing his tongue into Timmy’s willing mouth. 

It couldn't be further from a gentle goodbye kiss. 

Armie grabs his neck, forcing his head back and devours him. Timmy moans deep in his throat, kisses him back with wantonness that says please more, more.

This is their problem too. 

They should have been friends. Best friends. A friendship of a lifetime. That's love too. But this–this thing they have that won't let them be–-this all-consuming need to have, to claim, to possess. You're mine. Mine. Mine. It's fucking exhausting because it can never be real.

It's why it takes Armie only five more fucking seconds to have Timmy pinned against the wall by his wrists, it's why Timmy's legs are already falling open for him and why the feel of his body is lighting every nerve-ending in Armie's.

It's why Timmy is now gasping, “Oh–fuck–fuck–please–” 

It's why they got into this fucking mess in the first place.

Fuck.

Armie musters all his willpower, pulls away, presses his palm on Timmy's chest to stop his advances, because he's already trying to close the gap between them.

“Stop.”

Timmy is still gasping, trying to struggle against Armie's hold on him. When this proves fruitless, he sags against the wall.

“This can't be–” he whispers. “Please–I promise–I promise–” His voice is thick with tears and want and desperation. “I will never call you, I'll fucking delete your number, I'll block you. I swear you'll never hear from me again–just–please, stay tonight. Please.” 

He's crying again and Armie has never seen anything more sad or more beautiful in his whole damn life.

And that's the final problem. 

Armie can never say no to Tim.

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It's been years since Timmy has actually lived in the apartment permanently, and now it's being cleaned out and sold. There aren't even sheets on the bed anymore. Armie couldn't care less. Not when Timmy is under him, their foreheads pressed together, and they are breathing each other's air. Armie fucks him like it's their first fucking time together all those years ago.

“Feels–fuck– fucking better than anything--fuck–ahh fuck– nothing better—”

Timmy's words fall from his lips between guttural moans every time Armie thrusts into him. There are no tears anymore. He doesn't tell Armie he loves him. Doesn't beg Armie to change his mind. In the end, it almost feels like one of the times before. When they were still together. When they came together like this, stolen moments between real lives. They even talk a little after. About trivial things, work. They even laugh a little. Share a cigarette.

Only after Timmy fucks him, slow and languid, whispering filthy things into his ear like he always used to, that the reality hits again. When Timmy comes with a soft cry, he buries his face into Armie’s neck and sobs, his whole body rocking with grief. And then he does tell Armie he loves him, begs him to change his mind. Armie cries too. 

The rest of the night is blurry. 

Details are hard to remember now. Armie tries not to think about that night anymore. It's better that way. Easier. But he remembers that eventually Timmy fell asleep, holding onto Armie like he never, ever wanted to let go.

Armie doesn't sleep. 

He lays awake and waits for the sun to rise, wants to countdown the minutes. It's some kind of masochistic self-pity, he thinks. But he also knows Timmy is flying out early and Armie doesn't want to be the one to wake up alone. He's fucking done with that. For good.

When the sky finally turns from black to grey, he gets up, careful not to wake Timmy. He finds a blanket in the closet, covers Timmy's nakedness, but not before he takes one more good look, because he knows he won't get another chance. 

Then there's nothing else to do except leave. 

Minutes tick by but Armie doesn't make a move. His head is filled with memories as he watches Timmy sleep.

“Fuck you,” he whispers even though the words mean something else entirely.

It's time.

Drawing a deep breath, because he knows it's going to hurt like hell, he bends down and kisses Timmy’s bare shoulder, then, with a one last glance at the love of his life, he walks out the door.

 ~Fin~

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The second half of this story is here

Warning (for what it's worth)--the second half of this story is basically smut with a little bit of conversation in the middle and some soft feelings at the end. Just so you know what you're getting into. 😂

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new video Tim in NYC today

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Chapter 1&2 (of 3) here

New to the Kum & Go series, 12/12/24

Summary:

After a rousing virtual celebration of Martin Luther King Day, Armie decides he just can't wait to see Timmy again. Enter National Hugging Day and a little roadtrip--after all, it's hard to hug long distance.

Excerpt:

Is the door locked?” Armie’s breath tickled against Timmy’s ear, his voice deep and dark, barely above a whisper. He pulled Timmy’s curls back, his fingers trailing over the pale skin of Timmy’s neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, then leaned in and mouthed a hot, wet kiss.

“Mmm hmm,” Timmy exhaled a shuddering breath and his eyelids fluttered as he ground back against Armie, trying rather unsuccessfully to stay in control in the face of Armie’s hand slipping up under his hoodie and caressing the slip of skin just above the waistband of his pants, slung low and hanging on his hips. 

“Armie?” 

“Hmmm?” Armie’s lips tickled Timmy’s neck as he hummed his reply.

“It’s National Hugging Day, not National Fucking Day…remember?” Timmy moaned unconvincingly, tipping his head sideways to allow Armie even more access to his neck. A deeply spoken “we could do both” vibrated against his skin and Timmy bit his lip as Armie’s cock started to stiffen against his ass. There was a part of his brain that knew he needed to cut this off, knew they couldn’t…shouldn’t…do this here, but fuck, he wanted to. 

Has it really been over 2 years since the last installment of this? Yes...yes, it has. I'd never intended to stop writing this pair,but life got in the way. And then recently, someone asked if I'd ever update it, and that was enough to get it going.

I'd planned to post yesterday, but didn't, just given the mood. But then I woke up today and was like, "Why wait?" I mean, I started writing in December 2020-- I'm clearly not inexperienced with posting during trying times! So here you go.

Much love, 💙💚CCG

(P.S., this story is really just 2 chapters, but it looks like 3 on AO3 because the first "chapter" is the graphic.)

(P.P.S., the other chapter is written and will post in a few days, so you don't have to worry about waiting too long.)

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I'll never get tired of seeing this! 🥳❤️

Good morning.

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Congratulations Timothée all Dune cast 🥰🥰

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Congratulations Timmy!! 🥳🥳

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The second and final chapter is up for anyone who wants to read it ❤️

I've been having a teeny-tiny bit of stress/worry/anxiety since Timmy was announced as guest picker for Week 15 ESPN Gameday. I'm sure he'll be fine, really. It'll all be fine. But the comments are truly brutal, like the deck is stacked against him before he even shows up.

BUT

I have faith I him. It'll all be fine. EGBA.

And in the meantime, i distracted myself with this:

If you end up reading it, I hope you enjoy.

💙💚CCG

[coloradocharmiegirl]

I've been having a teeny-tiny bit of stress/worry/anxiety since Timmy was announced as guest picker for Week 15 ESPN Gameday. I'm sure he'll be fine, really. It'll all be fine. But the comments are truly brutal, like the deck is stacked against him before he even shows up.

BUT

I have faith I him. It'll all be fine. EGBA.

And in the meantime, i distracted myself with this:

If you end up reading it, I hope you enjoy.

💙💚CCG