#pretty sure he's the definition of perfection

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࿐ ˚ ⋆ ֹ CHRIS DOESN'T KNOW

— based off the song "scotty doesn't know" by lustra

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... don't like, don't read! chratt fic!!, threesum (no incest shit), dom!matt, softdom!chris, cheating (don't do this in real life), unprotected sex (wrap it), slightly public sex (? in a car), minor angst (mentions of cheating + arguing), protected sex, oral (f + m receiving), praise kink, dumbification kink, slight dacryphilia.

𝒢𝜚 wc: 5.3k

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: wow wow woooww.. first chratt fic i've ever written! i can't tell if i like or absolutely despise this, but here you are. i love u, freaks!!🤍

chris doesn’t know we do it in my van every sunday she tells him she’s in church but she doesn’t go still, she’s on her knees and chris doesn’t know

“o-oh, matt-“ you moaned, head thrown back against the window of matt’s car, one of your hands gripping onto his shoulders as he basically pounded his cock into you, the other one holding onto the hand grip on the door.

“fuuuckk… c-can’t believe chris gets to see this every day, huh? so pretty..” he ducked his head down to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and collarbone, his pace not halting one bit as his fingertips dug into your hips.

this had become sort of a routine.. every sunday you’d tell chris you were going to church when really you were doing something way more sinful. something that definitely didn’t belong in a church—far from it, even.

you had arranged a specific spot where matt would drive by every sunday, and he’d either have you on your knees in his car or, like right now, sprawled out in the backseat.

“matt! d-don’t stop, please!” you wailed, his thumb connecting to your bud making your back arch and eyes squeeze shut.

“oh, i don’t plan on it.. w-we have ‘til ten thirty-“ he groaned, throwing his head back when he felt your sticky walls clamp around him. “th-think you can keep going?”

oh, chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris

you knew all this was very wrong.. cheating on your boyfriend, first of all. but with his brother? there was really no excuse.

restless nights were one way to describe the pit in your stomach. staring at the ceiling, asking yourself what drove you to do such a fucked up thing.

chris was perfect… he treated you like there was no other girl in the world, showering you with gifts, and receiving endless kisses from him, and the praise and sweet words he gave you whenever you had sex were more than enough of what you needed.

it left you wondering. couldn’t matt give you the same? they were so similar, yet different. whenever you were having sex with chris, you couldn’t deny you missed matt’s cruel effort to make you cry, rather than chris’s effort to make you smile. yet chris’s compliments is what kept you so flustered and shy around him.

it was complicated. you used to have this “friends with benefits” situation with matt before you got with chris.. and disturbingly enough, it lasted. but you still loved chris, very much.. you just also happened to have sex with matt?

“hey, um.. i don’t mean to be nosy, but like.. you’ve been kinda off lately. are you okay?” chris whispered from behind you, his arms wrapped securely around you.

you sighed, but not in annoyance, messily turning around under the sheets. you met his eyes that had a somewhat worryingly look to them.

“chris, i’m okay. i promise, i’ve just.. i’ve just been tired,” you whispered back, leaving a kiss on his forehead. “don’t worry about me.” sure, you were lying straight through your teeth, but you couldn’t tell him yet. he wasn’t ready to know.

he smiled back at you, nodding slowly as an answer, not wanting to take this thing further. he returned the kiss but to your lips.

oh, chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris

you were sat in your bed, music playing softly in the background while you scrolled through whatever social media app was interesting at the moment until you were interrupted.

a sigh escaped your lips. you hated keeping this from chris.

even though you saw stars every time you were with matt, it felt so wrong—that pit in your stomach only grew time after time… but yet you craved more from him.

she says she’s out shopping but she’s under me and i’m not stopping

your phone was going off from your nightstand, chris sending messages about letting him see what you had gotten yourself—but that was the last thing you wanted to focus on right now.

chris had called you just earlier, asking if he could come over to hang out with you. but you were.. busy with some other stuff. stuff, as in, matt was over.

“what do i say? i can’t just tell him i’m having sex with his brother,” you groaned, staring down at the confused message from chris.

matt shrugged, taking a sip of his canned soda. “i dunno.. just say you’re out shopping or somethin’, he won’t bat an eye,”

“y-you’re so fucking wet.. listen to that,” matt groaned from on top of you, listening to the wet squelching his dick elicited from your pussy. “y’like it raw that much?”

ecstasy was all you could describe it as. as much as you liked all the positions matt could manhandle you into, this was easily your favorite—along with the raw feeling of his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

you had always kept a promise that no matter what, you’d never let matt fuck you raw. it was intimate to another level, even the thought of him finishing inside of you making your stomach churn weirdly. but this..?

“m-mm..” you babbled, eyes stuck to the back of your skull as he fucked his hips into the back of your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulders.

he chuckled, reaching a thumb out to wipe the spit off the corner of your mouth. “so dumb.. you like being fucked stupid on my cock, don’t you?”

you weren’t even processing his words, nodding dumbly at the clouded words before you squeezed around him for the second time that evening. a loud moan of his name escaped your puffy lips, your release creating a ring around his cock.

oh, chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris

a few months had passed since you got together with chris while keeping up this thing with matt, and honestly, you were surprised you first of all hadn’t told him yet, and second of all that he still hadn’t noticed. you were being quite risky with this after all.

“do you want anything?” chris whispers from next to you, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face making you chuckle.

“no, i’m okay.” you whispered back.

you, chris, nick, and matt had gotten together to watch a movie, though matt’s eyes were not on the screen in front of him.

the tension was in the air—and it was thick. at least between you and matt. it always left you nervous when both chris and mag were in the same room as you. thinking about what went on behind closed doors.

a sense of jealousy was bottled up inside of matt. he’d never gotten to be intimate with you like that. the secret whispers, cuddling, kissing, all that jazz was only something you’d ever do with chris and not him.

still, he pushed that feeling away, reminding himself to appreciate he even got to be close to you.

and though you’d never like to admit, the thought of both chris and matt being with you, touching you had crossed your mind.. more often than you’d like it to.

it was a simple solution, right? both matt and chris having to share you, rather than you being torn inside from lying to chris and cheating on chris with matt.

chris doesn’t know don’t tell chris

“no, i’m serious. something is up, y-you’re not acting like yourself!” chris raised his voice, reaching out to take your hands in his.

the poor boy was so afraid to lose you, his heart pounding in his chest. he’d do anything for you, anything to keep you as his.

“chris, i said i’m okay! nothing is wrong, i’m just stressed lately, stop being like that!” you yelled back, but you didn’t let go of his hands.

you wanted to cry, you really did. your love for chris was so overwhelming, yet you felt so terrible when thinking of letting him know about you and matt. how would he react? would he leave you for good? did you want.. the both of them?

all those bottled-up emotions only left you to push chris away from you.

“no, i’m not- i’m not accepting that excuse anymore. you’ve been telling me that for weeks now, you have to tell me the truth,” he clung to you, pulling you closer to him while a pleading look made it to his face.

you only stared up at him for a while, momentarily considering telling him about this whole situation.

“but.. but what if i am telling the truth?”

chris nearly couldn’t believe what he was hearing, letting out a scoff while letting go of you, shoving your hands off.

“fine. if you wanna be like that, then go ahead. but i can’t help you.”

the whole situation fucked up chris and matt too. every passing second, matt got more and more possessive over you, leading him to bicker with chris.

chris didn’t understand why he was suddenly being pushed away from the both of you, leaving him on edge at all times as well.

the powder and the fuse—chris and matt. whenever they walked into the same room, you could only bet on how long it’d take before the two were arguing. whether it was pointless stuff that pissed the two guys off, or there was a deeper meaning behind the arguments.

all this caused nick to get upset as well. he couldn’t stand his brothers fighting all the time, leaving him pissy too.

whether it was breaking up the arguments between the two brothers or joining in, there was always a building tension in their relationship.

was there any escape from this? all you knew was that your lies and secrets only tore all of you further apart from each other.

i can’t believe he’s so trusting while i’m right behind you thrusting she’s got him on the phone and she’s trying not to moan it’s a three-way call and he knows nothing

the next time you spoke with chris after your little disagreement was over the phone. you had matt behind you, thrusting his cock into your soaked walls while you tried your best to focus on what chris was saying.

“wha.. yeah. yes, that’s- that’s perfect..” you bit back a whimper, your hand tightening its grip on your phone, your eyes pinched shut while matt drove his dick in and out of you.

it was so nice of chris—after the argument you had just a few days prior, he decided he could at least make it up to you by taking you out for a nice dinner, talking stuff through instead of staying mad at each other, even treat you with some make-up sex. hell, he’d even gotten you a pretty dress to wear.

“are you okay? you sound a little off,” chris’s voice could be hear through the speakers, the confused tone to his voice making you wish you could just hang up already.

with a weak and somewhat faux laugh, you answered him. “no, no i’m good.. s-seven thirty is fine,” you mumbled, a whimper falling from your lips, momentarily making you panic. “sorry, my shoe won’t- won’t come on,”

chris shrugged off your explanation. “uh, okay. i’ll see you at seven-thirty then, baby. goodb-“

“bye! i’ll see you,” you interrupted, hanging up immediately.

finally, you let the moans fall from your parted lips, muffled from the pillow you buried your face into, clutching for the sheets. the phone fell from your grasp, matt’s hand grabbing a good handful of your hair, driving your face further down into the soft pillow.

“he doesn’t have a clue in the fucking world.. his pretty girl getting her brains fucked out, huh? on his brother's cock?” he chuckled dryly, lifting your head up.

he gradually picked up his pace, allowing weak and whiny moans to flow freely from your swollen lips, skin slapping against skin.

“i don’t think he’d be too pleased to see this.. drooling over my fucking dick. is it really that good?” he taunted, referring to the patch of spit soaked into the fabric of your pillow.

chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris ‘cause chris doesn’t know

you should’ve seen it coming, really. all the sneaking around would eventually come to an end, whether you broke it off with matt, or chris somehow found out…

which he did.

“hey, do you want anything? i could grab some food for us,” chris suggested, gently nudging your side to catch your attention.

chris had invited you to sleep over, as if you didn’t basically live with them by now, deciding to starts a movie-marathon. chris’s idea.

you looked up at him from your position on the bed, your limbs entangled. “yeah, sure. i’ll stay here tho, i’m too tired to move,”

chris laughed lightly at your response, but he eventually got out of your complicated position, leaving a kiss to your forehead.

“i’ll be back in no time,” he smiled, before waving goodbye, not forgetting his keys and wallet.

you blew a kiss his way, and not long after you could hear the car running.

tiredly, you stood up, deciding to why not go talk to matt while chris was gone, since nick was at the movies with a couple friends.

softly, you knocked on his door, hearing a faint ‘come on in’ from behind the door, carefully pushing it open.

“oh. hi there,” matt smiled at you, sitting by his desk.

“hello,” you returned the smile, waving at him from his doorframe, taking a quick glance at his room. though you weren’t exactly here to do anything specific, your stomach started swirling, making you nervous.

the second matt stood up and made his way over to you with a twinkle in his eye, you regretted going upstairs to say hi in the first place.

looking at you, he reached out to tug a couple strands of hair behind your ear, leaving you speechless and flustered, gazing straight into his blue eyes.

“did you want anything?” he asked, cupping the side of your face while tilting his head to the side in a questioning manner, though he definitely knew.

you weren’t here to have sex, it wasn’t the time and situation for that.. but now it seemed much more than tempting with nick and chris out of the house. you were supposed to just chat, and keep you entertained until chris came back.

you met his eyes, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, and that was all matt needed as an answer, quickly getting his hands on you.

matt was sprawled out under you, his head and back resting on the mattress beneath him, while your nails clawed for his chest.

“ff-fuck.. we have t-to hurry..” you whimpered, your legs already aching from being spread out on either side of his hips.

matt was trying his best not to buck his hips up to meet yours, the restraint wearing thinner and thinner while you squeezed and grinded on top of him.

“you gotta pick your pace up then, baby..” he mumbled weakly, giving the side of your thigh a gentle pat, as if that would help you go faster.

you shook your head, feeling matt’s hands rub down your sides, one of them eventually reaching for your breast, brushing his thumb over your bud.

“i-i can’t, matt..” you whined, the ache in your inner thighs too evident to keep moving, only continuing your weak and slow rocking, your pussy drooling around his stretch.

“cone on.. y-you just gotta-“ matt went to say, but immediately cut himself off when he heard a creak from the doorframe.

“oh.”

chris stood there by the door, staring at the two of you. the second you heard a voice that definitely wasn’t matt’s and was a little too familiar, your eyes flickered to meet chris’s.

and just like that, your heart immediately dropped to your stomach, blood running cold.

“i-i’m sorry..” you whispered, your voice quiet and barely coherent, staring back up at chris, before looking away from him.

though chris was more than shocked to see you literally sit on his brother's dick, he didn’t feel sad or betrayed like any other person would. sure, confusion and shock were running through his whole body.. but it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling.

quickly, you reached for a blanket, wrapping it around yourself before getting off matt, leaving him to scramble around with his own blanket.

there was silence. not a single word, except the music playing from matt’s computer, nearly drowned out from the thick tension.

chris felt torn. he wanted to be mad, no, he had to. you cheated, didn’t you? but yet he couldn’t get himself to yell at you, instead feeling a sense of arousal both the sight of you right there, and the thought of.. sharing you.

he kicked the door shut behind him, stepping forward to look down at you sitting on matt’s bed.

“are you mad at me?” you whispered with a hurt expression plastered all across your face, patiently waiting for any chance of explanation.

“no.. i don’t- i don't know why. i’m not,” he mumbled back, taking off his cap to run his hands through his messy hair, before looking at matt.

relief washed through your veins, letting out a sigh of reassurance, yet a perplexed expression made its way to your face.

“can i ask you something..?” chris questioned, his eyes flickering between the both of you.

swiftly, you shot a glance matt’s way, before you both nodded hesitantly, making chris wonder how exactly to word this without being too straightforward.

“could we.. i mean, it’s fine if you think it’s weird, but- i’ve been thinking about us, me and matt, both.. going down on you?”

chris’s words lingered in the air, your earlobes turning pink, as well as your cheeks, staring at him. matt seemed just as shocked, yet neither of the two of you seemed opposed to the idea.

you had no clue that chris would think of such a thing. whenever you had sex, it wasn’t like he initiated more. but from chris’s point of view, he would just get to see more angles of how you’d react to another person's touch, his touch.

matt looked at you, a shrug pulling at his shoulders with an expression that said he definitely didn’t mind.

“i-i don’t.. i don’t mind,” a red hue tinted your cheeks, almost too shy to say the words, to even thinking about what would happen.

and immediately, it was like a switch had been flipped inside chris and matt.

“a-are you guys sure about this?” the words came mumbled from your lips, feeling more exposed than ever, though both brothers had seen you completely vulnerable and naked numerous times.

you weren’t unsure about your own situation, more about theirs. since.. well, they’re brothers?

“shh, don’t worry. it’s okay, we’re okay. just relax f’me, will you?” chris’s breath fans against your inner thighs, making your squirm.

but matt holds you in place, his legs on either side of yours, arms wrapped around your middle from behind you. he rested his chin your shoulder, just to get a clearer look of what was going on, to see how you’d react.

“stop squirmin’..” he husked, feeling your lean further back into his chest, your head thrown back into his shoulder, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’.

chris wastes no time, pressing deliberate kisses to your inner thighs as you whined in desperation, your eyes fluttering shut.

matt’s fingers make their way up your chest, carefully cupping your breasts in each hand, rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers.

“so, so pretty.. and so wet for me?” chris’s breath was hot against your folds, making another whimper tug at your lips.

“for us..” matt broke in, making chris roll his eyes in response.

not another second passes before he attaches his tongue to your folds, causing you to gasp, instinctively allowing your fingers to reach for chris’s hair to tug on.

you can hear matt chuckle faintly behind you, but it was washed out from the buzzing in your head. chris deliberately lapping kitty-licks to your folds, before pressing his tongue to your clit, hooking your thighs up over his shoulders.

at this rate you didn’t care about his fingers leaving marks to your thighs, the only thought going through your head was the absolute pleasure you were receiving from the two.

“oh gosh, chris.. please keep going,” your lips parted, puffy and glistening while your eyes pinched shut, your senses filled with the faint smell of matt’s cologne that still lingered on his skin.

chris continues to lazily lick stripes up your folds before he lets one of your legs rest on the bed to allow his thumb to attach to your clit. the sudden change made your back arch, but matt held you down once more.

moans and whimpers are being ripped from your mouth, only adding to the fuel inside of chris, working his pink tongue in and out of your leaking hole.

“y’taste.. so fuckin’ good, princess..” chris mumbled from between your legs, the soft vibration of his words going straight up your spine.

chris’s hair was already disheveled and messed up from when you played with it earlier, but when you reached and tugged gently on the strands it only messed it up even further. your reaction adds to chris’s desire, knowing he was doing well.

he let his tongue run down your pussy again, before starting to swirl and prod the muscle at your entrance, his only goal in mind being giving you as much pleasure as he could.

shameless moans continued spilling from your lips, leaning further into matt’s body behind you, your legs closing around chris’s head.

“fuck! i’m gonna come, please-“ you whined, accidentally bucking your hips up, but chris didn’t seem to mind.

his thumb circled your bud even tighter, the slight stubble on his face scratching across your inner thighs, surely leaving a faint burn later.

“shh, y’need to quiet down a tad,” matt’s words were whispered from behind you, his lips close to graze your ear.

one of matt’s hands sneaks from your breast to your neck, gently but firmly gripping you to hold your shuddering body back as you lean into him, trying to get you to stay in place as chris worked you through your orgasm, fucking you with his tongue.

you just about lose it when matt’s fingers add a soft pressure to your neck, your skin heating up and breathing getting heavier—all this leads to your mind fogging up completely.

shockwaves gripped your body, dissolving into pleasure when you came, letting out strangled moans of chris’s name.

“ohhh, just like that.. doin’ so good,” matt chuckled, his fingers slipping from your throat, returning to cup your soft skin

chris’s chin and lips were basically covered in a mix of your release and his own spit, before using the back of his hand to wipe it off.

you chuckled breathlessly, letting your hands fall from chris’s hair, your chest heaving with every breath.

“come on.. let us take care of you,” matt said from behind, clearly growing impatient and eager, gently nudging your back to signal for you to move.

chris quickly stole a kiss, leaning forward to connect your lips, before leaving more down the side of your face, causing you to let out a giggle. he laughed along, before getting settled on the bed.

a second later you’re on all fours, feeling chris crawl up behind you, one of his large hands smoothing down the spine of your back.

your look over at matt, a confused look settling on your face. “are you not joining?”

he shrugs, shaking his head for a moment. “i just wanna watch for a minute.. don’t worry.”

a smug smile made its way onto his lips. really, he just wanted to watch you, how you shuddered and reacted while positioned like that. it was like his own, personal third-person view of how you’d look while being fucked by him.

you just nodded it off, before your legs were spread further apart by his thighs, the tip of his cock prodding at your weeping pussy, smearing the precum over your folds. the icky feeling made you whine, digging your nails into the sheets in both desperation and aching need.

“so, so pretty.. i could look at you all day,” chris whispered from behind you, hand hand reaching the ends of your hair to push out of the way, smoothing his palm up your back.

you smiled to yourself at his sweet words, until you felt him press the head of his cock through your opening. a gasp slipped from your parted lips, the stretch leaving a twinge between your legs.

“christ.. you take me so well..” he groaned from behind you, watching his cock disappear inside of you, a whimper ripping from the back of your throat. “do you wish it was matt touching you right now? this isn’t enough, is it?”

your ears perked up at his question, all blood running from your face. matt was already staring at the two of you, carefully wrapping his hand around his aching dick. chris never talked to you like this, making your stomach swirl—it was only something matt ever did.

truthfully, you shook your head. it wasn’t like matt didn’t make you feel good, but this was really all you needed. “n-no..”

a yelp elicited from your lips when he pressed his cock further inside of your drooling walls, echoing with the whimper falling past matt’s.

you turn your head to look at him, met with the sight of him fisting his erection, eyes locked on yours.

“really? i think you’re lying.. too busy running around fucking my brother. come on, matt,” chris waved him over, his fingertips digging into the soft skin of your hips, pulling you back to take more of his cock.

you felt nervous, more vulnerable than ever under both their eyes and chris’s harsh words, though they weren’t linked with malice, more something to get you both going. matt shuffled closer in front of you, and you twisted your neck to look up at him.

“come on.. you know what to do,” chris murmured, his length throbbing inside of you—it was getting hard to hold back from pumping his cock inside of you, watching your puffy walls suck him in.

nervously, you reached out to wrap your hand around matt, watching the sticky substance already smear from his tip, purposely rub your thumb over his slit, earning a groan from him.

carefully, your lips parted to wrap around his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. matt let out a quiet moan, his hand entangling in your hair, guiding you to take more of him. it wasn’t until he hit the back of your throat he stopped, loosening his grip on you but not letting go.

“fuck, you look so hot with my dick down your throat,” his head lolled back, eyes shut while you desperately tried to adjust to the restraint of breathing, your own eyes pinched shut.

suddenly, chris thrusted his hips forward, his hand on your back pressing down to arch your back as much as possible, the sudden shove forward making your gag around matt, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes.

“o-oh my god..” chris groaned, starting to pick up a slow rhythm, keeping it gentle since he didn’t actually want to hurt you.

“shiiitt.. fucking drooling around my cock, sweetheart..”

spit pooled around matt’s girth, hollowing your cheeks in an attempt to bob your head on his hardness, feeling every vein and ridge under your tongue, causing matt to groan.

it didn’t take long for chris’s pace to pick up, as well as your own, moaning and sputtering around his dick. his hand gripped the back of your head, accidentally bucking his hips into your mouth.

“you feel so good, angel.. so, so good, you’re doing so well..” chris cooed from behind you, gently massaging your hips in a way of comforting you, though his pace was a stark contrast to his dreamy words.

chocked whines were let out around matt, trying your best to signal your climax was close, your head going empty as the bliss took over you. the feeling, the pure ecstasy that ran through your veins seemed irreplaceable in the moment. nothing could add up to this.

the vibrations from your pretty noises and attempted words sent a shock of electricity up matt’s spine, guttural groans flowing past his lips.

you were throbbing around chris, your walls fluttering with every erratic pound, heat pooling in your lower tummy. and chris could feel it all, feel how your soaked hole pulsed and squeezed around his cock.

“you’re close, aren’t you? it’s okay.. it’s okay,

you can come,” chris shushed you, his chest heaving while letting out pathetic whimpers between pants.

you were writhing beneath the two, your clit swollen and a sheen of sweat prickling across your forehead and back. you lost composure, seeing stars from how overwhelming the whole situation was, your body going numb and hot.

“come on, she’s doing so good.. why don’t you tell her?” chris spoke between gritted teeth, looking up at matt.

he looked almost puzzled, not used to being so sweet with his words, but that was exactly was chris was going for. you deserved the world, not derogatory praised though he knew you didn’t mind either.

“yeah.. he’s right, you take it so well, hm? y’like being stuffed full like this?” matt complied, feeling your lips loosen around his length, your bobbing turning sloppy and halting.

your gut tightened, knees buckling under you when you came around chris’s dick, waves crashing upon you as your slick smeared over his length, tears escaping your waterline to roll down your cheek.

the repeated shudder around matt’s length was becoming too much, before his grip tightened on your hair, spilling his cum down your throat when he was pushed over the edge, spit seeping from the corner of your mouth.

“fuck! take it all, i know you can,” matt’s words stung when he continued to rut his hips forward, before tears were staining your cheeks, milking him completely dry.

with a pop, he pulled back, allowing you to heave for air, messy moans being ripped from your throat from chris’s unrelenting thrusts.

“ch-chris.. i can’t take it, please. it’s too much,” you whimpered between a quiet sob, sobs of ecstasy, clamping down around him while the tip of his dick kissed your cervix with every roll of his hips.

“y-you really think you could handle the both of us? at the same time?” matt cooed with faux sympathy, leaning down to cup the side of your face, his thumb wiping the mix of his release and saliva off your lips, “of course, you couldn’t,”

he tsked, shaking his head while giving your cheek a pat. chris then broke in, his eyes stuck to where your two bodies connected, your slick release covering his length, “shh.. just a little bit more, m’almost there doll, you’re doing so good..”

another whine slipped from your glistening, swollen lips, dipping forward to bury your face into a pillow, allowing chris to hit way deeper inside your gummy walls.

you were basically clawing at the soft fabric, hot tears falling from your eyes like prior, the soft cries making his pace turn sloppy, indicating he was close.

with a final thrust, his movements stilled, before spurting the hot seed inside of you, the icky substance filling you up.

he groaned, basically collapsing on top of you, his fingertips trailing down your sides while mumbling mindless praise, “so, so pretty.. you did so well, don't cry. my girl,”

you wobbly made it onto your elbows, smiling dreamily to yourself at his words, completely fucked out and weak while his lips made their way down your back, “i love you too,”.

matt’s hand met the top of your head, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, leaving a gentle kiss to the side of your face.

“anyway.. pizza’s in the kitchen. go crazy,”

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[cuverale]

can we have us as Lee Byung Hun wife?? pretty please🙏😭 (idk if I'm write it's right, srry, I'm not good in english)

ᯓ bliss — lee byung-hun.

note: loved the idea!! enjoy <3

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tmz_tv Actor Lee Byung-hun and his wife, Y/N L/N, recently celebrated their wedding anniversary in style, and fans can’t stop gushing over their heartwarming photos. The couple marked the special occasion with a romantic photoshoot, capturing their timeless love and undeniable chemistry. Known for keeping their private life low-key, the duo gave a rare glimpse into their relationship, sparking admiration from fans and media alike. Their elegant yet intimate celebration was a testament to their enduring bond, proving that their love story is truly one for the ages.

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kissmeyn they’re the definition of couple goals !!

iloveoldermen the way he looks at her 😭

ynmybaby how do they manage to look even more stunning with each passing year? absolute perfection!

randomuser he’s too old for her tho

byungswife nobody asked for your opinion, hope this helps!

ynsluvr proof that true love only gets stronger with time. happy anniversary to the most iconic couple!!!!

number001 alexa play that should be me by justin bieber ✋🏻😭

simpforfictionalmen Lee Byung-hun and Y/N L/N are the real-life ‘happily ever after.’ Disney, take notes!

mrandmrslee GOD I LOVE THEM SM !!! 💗

leebyunghunswife can we just talk about how these photos are better than half the wedding shoots i’ve seen? iconic.

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yourusername wifey wifey wifey wifeyyy

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byunghun0712 my love ❤️

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yourfriendsuser i’m the sniper btw

yourusername stop😭

ynmybaby MY PARENTS

delulugirl happy wife happy life

from_jjlee happy anniversary to my favorite couple!

yourusername love youuu!!

kissmeyn you’re glowing mrs.lee 🗣️

byunghunspookie the chemistry is unmatched

dilflover look at my man with his wife

ynswifey look at my girl with her husband 😞

mrandmrslee their love story is like something straight out of a movie. wishing them many more anniversaries to come!!

inhosimp these photos made my day 😭💗

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byunghun0712 Every moment with you feels like a new beginning, and every year, our love grows stronger. Thank you for being my rock, my joy, and my greatest blessing. Here’s to many more years of laughter, love, and unforgettable memories. Happy anniversary, my love.

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yourusername i love you i love you i love you

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yourusername literally crying rn

byunghun0712 let me cuddle you then

ilovebyunghun SIR ME TOO PLS

hoooooyeony 💘💘

ynspookie may this type of love find me

wifeofinho relationship goals? more like LIFE goals. can I just be their third wheel forever??

leebyunghunfan their love story is so wholesome, i might have to start writing fanfic. don’t judge me anyone!

ynmybaby LMAO SAME

inholuvr girl you better hurry up i wanna read that now

byunghunswifey Lee Byung-hun out here setting the bar way too high for all husbands. noted, sir, very noted.

iloveyn someone check the dictionary—pretty sure their photo is next to ‘soulmates.’

byunghun0712’s story

[orimuraa]

ㅤㅤ⋮ I’ve got you wrapped around my finger, like a piece of ribbon - Park Jongseong

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆jay as your boyfriend ⨾

۶ৎ idol!park jongseong x fem!reader ┆fluff┆headcannons, petnames, kisses┆ wc 443

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: arghh jay is so husband coded 🥺 i hope you all enjoy!!!

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

this precious soul loves you so so so much

he will always go out of his way to make you happy

he likes hand holding a lot ^o^

jay likes to think of you as part of the enha family

i’d say that the two of you were dating for a year before announcing it to the public

at first, there was some hate but jay made sure to protect you from it all

but engenes came to your defense and said that if you were what made jay happy, then they will gladly love and cherish you

(more under cut)

during some of jay’s lives, he will bring you into the frame if you’re comfortable with it

he has you on his lap, silently tracing shapes on your leg as he interacts with engenes

you also like talking with engenes and they definitely love seeing you

since jay has a very busy schedule, he makes sure to call you everyday if he’s on tour or he’s just coming home late

on tour days, he will bring you along if you’re not busy

him and the members really enjoy your company on tiring days

since they work so hard, you always make sure to bring them food and drinks so they stay healthy

if jay has off days and you’re on tour, he will take you out shopping

this man SPOILS you

he really appreciates you for staying by his side through all his ups and downs

so he loves buying you gifts and pretty things

okay

let’s talk about cuddles with this man

because he is so perfect for them

since he never had a sibling to cuddle with as he grew up, he adores cuddling you

jay prefers to be the bigger spoon

he really likes wrapping his arms around you, holding you close to him

it’s what helps him sleep at night after a long day of practice

jay is naturally very protective of you

he would never forgive himself if something ever happened to you

moving on, let’s discuss the petnames he likes to use

princess.

that is probably his favorite

“hey princess, how are you?”

“princess, i’m ordering some food, you want some?”

aksjjxsk he’s so perfect

maybe baby every now and then?

i feel like he might use love a bit

“hi my love,”

hehehe i don’t know 🤭

this man will kiss you all over your face

he really likes kissing your nose and forehead specifically

but nothing beats a good kiss on the lips for him

so expect to be showered in kisses by jay >o<

please love him and never leave him

he loves you so much

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Online Girlfriend

MDNI loser!Shigaraki x Reader

Request from anon Contains: gn/afab reader, mostly smut: face sitting, sex (m behind), lots of cum. [wc: 2k]

“Why’d you put the work in, no one’s gonna show up.” Dabi laughed across the room at Shigaraki who put in some low-level effort to be presentable (showered.)  “You’re being catfished.”

“Hey, don’t listen to him. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” assured Spinner, who remains skeptical but supportive. He’d like to think there’s at least some hope for one of them to actually get a date.

Tomura’s phone dings.

running late, sorry! still otw!

Rushing, you try to make up the time you lost when a traffic jam caused all transportation to be rerouted. It’s not a great start, for the first time you’re meeting your online boyfriend but it is what it is. 

The two of you hit it off in a discord chat for your favorite game and haven’t stopped talking since. The past few months of chatting have been great so you finally asked to meet in person. It felt like the next step. Admittedly, you’ve also been really horny lately and are hoping to do something about that.

Typically, you’d be worried about meeting someone from the internet but he seems real enough. The photos he sent you were cute. Not perfect in a conventional way, like something you’d expect from someone pretending to be someone else. These were real. They were dark and grainy, taken by someone who isn’t used to taking selfies. Even with the low-quality images and hair covering most of his face, you could tell he’s attractive. He has nice collarbones and a cute smile. On top of that, he’s smart. Having a weird amount of information about nearly everything. He’s funny too, in a dark way. You feel like you could talk to him about anything.

Finally, you made it!

Shoving through the door into the bar he’d sent you the address of earlier, you see that it’s pretty empty. You’d recognize his silvery-blue hair anywhere though. 

“Hi, Tomura!” you take a seat next to him, “I’m [y/n], it’s so good to finally meet you!”

Spinner and Dabi stare in amazement, you’re a lot prettier than they expected. Tomura notices this too. For all the flirting and suggestive messages he’d sent you online, he completely freezes the moment he lays eyes on you. Staring like a deer in the headlights.

Okay, so he’s a little awkward. That’s fine.

The two of you make some conversation. Bumbling through small talk until you start talking about games and he loosens up a bit. After an hour, he still can’t look directly at you without stuttering, but he’s rambling excitedly about the newest patch.

“I just downloaded it, if you want to play. Come on,” he gestures, “I live upstairs.”

As if he only just realized he asked you to be alone in his bedroom with him, his jaw drops and he begins to stammer again. 

“I… I didn’t mean to, like...uh. If you’re uncomfortable -” 

You grab his arm, pulling him from the stool. “Lead the way,” you smile.

The two in the corner, who you’ve since learned are his friends, look shocked as you walk past them to the exit.

Tomura Shigaraki’s room isn’t clean per say, but at least he remembered to take the bags of trash out this morning. He’s glad for that since he definitely didn’t think he’d be bringing you back to his place. You watch as he wiggles the mouse to wake his computer up, middle finger hovering. He has nice hands, you decide.

“Uhm,” he starts uncomfortably, “it’s a pretty big patch. So it’s not done downloading yet.”

The estimated time remaining jumps between two hours and three days as the internet speed flickers.

“That’s okay, we can find other ways to kill the time,” you run your fingers softly over his shoulder. It’s nice to touch him for the first time, feel that he’s real. 

tomura.exe is no longer responding

His body stiffens at the closeness. This is what he wanted, right? Why else would he bring you up to his room?

“If that’s okay with you?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he manages to choke out, letting you pull him to his bed. He lays flat out while you climb over him, straddling his hips. He whimpers slightly and you can feel that he’s already hard. Awkwardly, his hands hover at your thighs. You didn’t expect your discord boyfriend to have a ton of experience, but seeing just how nervous you make him is… hot.

“Okay, is there anything I should know? Places you like to be touched?” your fingers graze his collarbone before running down his chest. Feeling the warmth of his body through the thin shirt. “Or anywhere you don’t like being touched?”

“No,” he breathes huskily, before sighing “...y-yes.”

“Don’t… y-you can’t touch all five of my fingers at the same time,” he gulps, “it’s my quirk.” Without being able to find the right words to explain, he grabs an empty energy drink can that’s in reach. It crumbles to dust instantly. 

You’re fucking kidding, you think. This bumbling mess underneath you has that strong of a quirk? How has that never come up? It only turns you on more, knowing he has the strength to take out half the world but melts into a puddle when you so much as breathe in his direction. 

He makes eye contact with you for the first time before biting his lip and looking away. It’s as if he’s waiting for you to say nevermind. To get up and leave. There’s something so sweetly pathetic in all of it.

“Cute,” you say, pressing his hands back into the bed by his wrists. Fingers snaking up his palms. He looks confused. No one has ever called him ‘cute’ before. It’s also the closest he’s ever been to holding hands with someone and he nearly cums from that alone.

He groans as your lips lightly move over his. Careful not to kiss him too hard, he’s already excited and you still want to fuck him later. With the way his breath hitches at a small kiss on the neck, you decide to move faster.

Standing up, you begin taking off your clothes and tell him to do the same. 

You planned for this. While you didn’t absolutely expect him to fuck on the first date, you certainly dressed for it. It’s not full-on lingerie or anything but you put on the nicer underwear for the occasion. Judging by the look on his face he notices and appreciates this. Too flustered to manage the button on his black skinny jeans.

“Here,” you climb back over him, “let me.”

They’re tight so it takes a bit of effort to pull them over his ever-growing bulge. When you finally manage to pull his pants over his feet, you pause to admire the sight. 

He’s beautiful.

More toned than you would have expected under all of his clothes. Pale skin contrasting with the black of his underwear, his lightly pink tip poking out from under the elastic.

“Have you ever touched anyone before?” you ask, already knowing the answer. He shakes his head. 

“Okay,” you move closer, “let's start there.”

You pull his trembling hands to your sides. Two fingers hover above your hips.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbles staring up at you.

“Take my underwear off,” you instruct.

Of course, he does exactly what you asked him to. He’s slightly clumsy at it, but you expect that. He’s never done this before and he’s being overly cautious. His jaw drops at the sight of you.

“Bra,” once more, he does as you say. Already panting underneath you.

You crawl over his body, careful to brush the hard length of him as you go. He whines at the contact.

“I take it you’ve never eaten anyone out before either, huh?” you ask rhetorically. 

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, strands of baby blue falling in his face.

“You’ll learn fast,” you whisper while brushing his hair back to the bed. 

Placing your hands on his headboard, you move your knees to each side of his head. His eyes widen as you sink onto him. You rock your hips forward, bringing his nose to brush your clit. He moans before licking where he can. 

“Just like that,” you exclaim when he hits a sensitive spot. 

He takes instruction well, slowly improving as you go. His movements are still a bit sloppy, but the friction of his skin against you is enough. You’re at the edge -

“Oh fuck,” he groans under you. His body tenses and he shoves his face further into you. Turns out it’s all you needed too. Reaching down, you grip his hair while you ride out your orgasm.

You pull away, leaving his face slick. He catches his breath as you assess the situation. As you assumed, you weren’t the only one who just came. His stomach and chest are covered in ropes of his own doing. Of course you didn’t mean to make him cum so fast, you didn’t even touch him. You were looking forward to fucking him too.

He grabs a shirt from the floor, wiping himself off.

“Do you always cum that fast?” you tease. 

“Uh, sorry. C-can we keep going?” he chews the skin of his bottom lip nervously.

“You want to keep going?”

“Yeah,” he says more confidently than you’ve heard him speak all afternoon, “I can last longer if you give me a chance. I promise.”

You look him over. He looks pretty fucked out but he’s already hard again.

“Just tell me what to do,” he stares up at you with his beautiful red eyes and you can’t help but give in.

A minute later, he’s behind you. Lining himself up at your instruction.

“Like this?”

“Yeah. Okay, now slide up and in. Slowly,” he does as you say, poking around slightly before you feel his tip press in. You look over your shoulder at him, his jaw slack as he stares down at himself disappearing into you. His eyes closing as he wills himself not to cum again so quickly, he did promise.

“You’re doing great!” his breath catches at the compliment, “now, you’ll press in and out. In. Out.” You set the pace you want him at, he listens. 

“This okay?” he asks breathily. You’re amazed at how good he feels already. The way he fits perfectly inside you. He has no idea that he makes every nerve in your body feel like it's on fire.

“Yeah, exactly. That’s perfect,” you gasp.

Without needing to be asked, his hands carefully grip your hips. This time with more confidence. Pulling you back into him with force. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you moan. Feeling yourself tense around him, you grip the sheets calling out his name. Arching your back to press harder into him, he gets the hint and picks up the pace.

With the quivers of you around him, he can’t hold back any longer. 

“Fuck, sorry, fuck,” he groans, pulling out just as the trembling in your gut subsided. You feel him plaster your back in warm cum before he falls back on the bed to recover.

“Uhm,” you hum moments later, eyes flicking over your shoulder.

“Shit,” he mutters breathlessly, jumping up to grab another semi-clean shirt to wipe your back off with.

He lays down again, this time you move to the bed with him. You wrap your arms around him, head resting against his neck.

“Sorry it wasn’t very long,” he mumbles.

“You did great,” you say, wondering how long he actually expected himself to last, “and I’m sure next time you’ll make it even longer.”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “next time.”

Extra headcanons for fun:

Kurogiri googled you before you arrived.

Tomura googled "how to talk to attractive person."

Dabi and Spinner placed bets on if you'd actually show up. Spinner didn't know if you would but wanted to be supportive of his friend.

The traffic jam was caused by Twice and Magne. No reason, they just thought it would be fun.

After this, you and Tomura agree to meet up once a week. Once turns to Twice and before you know it, you're moving closer to see each other every day. Eventually, he learns what you like and you don't have to give him instructions.

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[peachhcs]

a hughes sibling interview

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

the four hughes siblings are interviewed about their relationships with one another and growing up across toronto and michigan.

GUYS IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE ITS BEEN SUCH A CRAZY WEEK AND A HALF. I PROMISE I SEE UR REQUESTS!! i was inspired to do this after seeing an old interview with jack and luke :) this is way more quinn, jack, luke + samy and not samy + will but i know you guys like reading about their sibling dynamic so i whipped this out

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THE HUGHES SIBLINGS are fan favorites in the hockey and american soccer world. they spent their childhoods in toronto, ontario, canada before moving down to ann arbor, michigan to pursue more opportunities in the hockey world and eventually, american soccer for their youngest member. we sat down with the four to ask them what growing up together was like and how they're feeling about quinn's soon-to-be captaincy for the vancouver canucks.

Q: tell me about your dynamics growing up.

jack: oh god, well that's an easy one. quinn and i were the "leaders" i guess you could say. we were always put in charge of luke and samy even though luke always got mad because he felt like he didn't need to be looked after.

luke: you guys literally acted like you were five years older than us—

jack: in a way quinn was five years older than you. four at least.

luke: whatever.

samy: i think we all have a very unique relationship with one another because we all go to each other for different things. like i go to quinn when i need someone to tell me what i need to hear but don't want to hear. jack's who i got to when i need someone to hype me up. i got to luke for just about everything just because we're closer in age.

Q: do you think your age differences made it hard to get close to one another? for quinn, how did it feel to be six years older than samy growing up?

quinn: i mean when my parents told me they were having another baby and it was a girl i was pretty excited actually. growing up, i always wanted a little sister. i don't think our age difference ever really made it hard to get close? we've all been pretty close in general.

samy: i love having older brothers. maybe i can only say that because we get along, but growing up with them really taught me how to hold my own. they toughened me up for sure.

jack: i always feel like a two year age gap between everyone is perfect. it's not a crazy gap where we're all in drastically different stages of life, but we're never too far behind one another.

Q: i heard you three taught samy how to play hockey. what was that like?

jack: always so fun. she always wanted to do what we were doing so we started playing with her on our rink back in toronto and by the time she was ten she was literally pushing all of us into the boards.

quinn: we definitively taught her how to be more aggressive on the ice and all of what she knows is what we taught her.

Q: samy, was it ever hard to tell your brothers you were leaving hockey to play soccer?

samy: i mean i definitely worried they would be upset because it's what they love and i didn't want them to think i didn't love it anymore because i still do, but we've all been super supportive of each other and they were really glad i was doing what i loved.

luke: i think it was nice having a different sport our family could lean into because whenever we watch hockey together it gets really intense—and well i guess watching soccer got really intense for us, but we all quickly fell in love with the sport to watch samy play.

Q: did you guys ever have any sibling rivalry?

quinn: not really, no. of course we got competitive with one another at the house and in the walls, but outside of the house it's nothing but love for each other. we support each other a lot and i think that's something that's always been really important to us.

samy: we always got into it sometimes, but it wasn't ever serious. it was a lot of just cheering each other on from the sidelines.

jack: every sibling is gonna have some sort of rivalry, but it never went further than small poking and prodding at one another. we knew it was just in good fun.

luke: if anything samy and i were the most rivals because we went at it at everything we did. cards, board games, hockey, swimming, soccer—it was so funny.

Q: what was moving back to the states like?

samy: being 12 it was kind of hard for me because i lived my whole childhood in toronto, but i was excited for the new opportunities and being able to support my brothers closer. when quinn was in the states and we were still in toronto, it was really hard not having him around, so i was glad to be closer to him and jack.

quinn: i guess..not that hard? i'd already been in the states for usntdp so i guess it was just nice to have my family close again. when i first moved at 15 that was a bit hard because i was so far away from my siblings

jack: i mean it's something i thank my parents for a lot because a lot of what they did was for us. they always put us first and always made sure we had the best opportunities to push ourselves forward so i'm thankful for that and them.

luke: i think i was just glad i wouldn't be alone in michigan starting usntdp. kind of sad because quinn and jack basically got to live there by themselves, but it wasn't that hard.

Q: did you ever think your lives would be what they are right now?

samy: no, not at all. if you asked me that six years ago i would say no way and be shocked that i stopped playing hockey full time but i'm really grateful for everything that's happened. i love being at umich and playing on a team that i love so much.

luke: i mean does anyone really think they'll be where they are now? i am grateful for michigan and new jersey, it's been really great.

jack: i think i'd wanna give my younger self a pat on the back. my rookie year was pretty tough and i honestly didn't think i'd make it out, but i'm glad i kept my head up and proved everyone who thought i couldn't do well wrong.

quinn: never in a million years would i think i'd become captain to a pro hockey team, but i am super grateful. it's been a really amazing five years and i love the team, i love the guys. they're all really great.

Q: final question: what is one thing you wanna say to quinn before he becomes captain tomorrow night?

jack: i'm really proud of you man. you've worked really hard for this and i know you're gonna bring the canucks some really great seasons as captain. you're dedicated and no one deserves this more than you do.

luke: i've looked up to you my whole life and i don't think i'll ever stop. you did a really great job basically raising samy and i and you're gonna do a really great job being captain to the canucks. they're real lucky to have you.

samy: i'm super proud of you and you really helped me find my way so many times growing up. i couldn't have asked for a better big brother. i love you quinny and i can't wait to see you become captain tomorrow night.

[slippinmickeys]

A couple of months ago on Discord, several people were super kind and supportive when I threw out a couple of questions about releasing fic. They encouraged me to post the fics set in the Funfetti Universe (SO GLAD I named it that, womp womp) as its own story on AO3 and @calimanc asked for a prompt: Thanksgiving play at school with Mulder complaining about history being whitewashed while Scully is recording and being like "shut up and watch your son." Something happens with Addams Family Values vibes.

I knew I'd have a minute to write today, so I loaded the old prompts onto AO3 last night, and sat down today and cranked this one out.

Thanksgiving Pageant

It was cute. He had to admit it was cute. The little black outfit with an old white handkerchief looped over his son’s little shoulders. 

Scully had sat at their kitchen table with Elmer’s glue and construction paper, doing her best not to swear as she held together two gummy pieces of black paper that would serve as the headband of William’s Pilgrim hat in the school’s Fall Show. William, oblivious to his mother’s consternation, rehearsed his lines with halting earnestness. 

“We were so thankful to learn how to grow food in this land,” the boy said. 

“In this new land,” Scully corrected him. “‘We were so thankful to learn how to grow food in this new land.’”

“Can you do the part before mine, mama?”

“Sure,” Scully agreed, flitting her eyes to Mulder, who was very much trying to keep his mouth shut. Her look communicated quite clearly that he’d fucking better.  

“‘The Wampanoag showed us how to take care of the land and plant crops like corn and beans,’” Scully recited, part of her glad that it was another kid who had to pronounce ‘Wampanoag.’ 

“We were so thankful to learn how to grow food in this new land,” William finished, beaming at his success. 

“Good job, bud,” Mulder said, turning to his son, his hands dripping dishwater everywhere. “Gonna end the show with a bang.”

“Can I be done?” William asked. 

“You may,” Scully said, and William darted up the stairs without another word, no doubt to the LEGO table Mulder had set up for him. His bedroom door closed with a resounding snick. 

“I can’t believe they’re still doing Thanksgiving pageants,” Mulder said, shaking his head. “It’s such whitewashing bullshit.”

“We can address Colonial violence with him when he’s older, Mulder,” Scully sighed, clearly not in the mood to be having this conversation. “In the meantime, can you grab me a binder clip off of your desk before this capotain becomes a permanent part of my thumb?”

Mulder put the last pan in the rack by the sink and dried off his hands, then swung into his office for the requested binder clip, a piece of equipment he was pretty sure he’d liberated from the FBI supply cabinet when he’d moved from the basement to the fourth floor. 

He set it on the tabletop next to her and leaned down to drop a kiss onto the end of her nose. 

She attached the clip to the hat she was making and looked at her sticky fingers with distaste.

“It’s a kindergarten play, Mulder,” she said, leaning back in the chair. “What would you have them say?” 

Mulder lowered himself across from her and leaned forward, elbows on the table. Upstairs they could hear the distant, muted sounds of William humming happily to himself. 

“He goes last, right?” Mulder said. 

Scully nodded. 

“How about something like ‘What you just watched was a sanitized and oversimplified whitewashing of history. While this story is comforting and well-intentioned, it obscures the colonial violence, cultural erasure, and exploitation Indigenous people endured as European settlers expanded their presence in North America.’”

His wife stood up and gave him a deadpan look. “It’s perfect. Age-appropriate. He definitely wouldn’t stumble over any of those words. No notes.”

She moved to the sink and began washing the gunk off of her fingers. 

“I think so too,” Mulder agreed breezily. He thought but didn’t say that it would be a great touch if William pointed at his classmates dressed as the Wompanoag and highlighted the fact that they’d all be dead of smallpox within five years. That would teach ‘em.  

XxX

Scully held up a small digital camera trying to get the entire stage to show up in the viewfinder. Satisfied by her framing, she lowered the little device into her lap. 

“By filming this, you’re perpetuating-” Mulder started.

“Stop,” Scully interrupted. “What I’m perpetuating is my mother’s tolerance of what she considers our weird choices. She will watch it 33 times and show it to all her neighbors. It is what it is, Mulder.”

The elementary auditorium was chocked full of parents and bored older siblings, coats strung across a line of seats to save them. It was very warm. 

“It smells like feet in here,” Mulder said. 

“It kind of does, yeah,” Scully agreed. 

“We should have sat on the edge. We could have snuck out right after William’s class did its thing.”

“His teacher already hates us, we’re going to be conspicuously present and smiling,” Scully said without looking at him. “Before, during and after the show.”

The school was K-5, which meant they’d have to endure five more Thanksgiving-themed song-and-dance routines. Mulder couldn’t help but twist around in his seat and locate the nearest exit.

“Relax, Mulder,” Scully said, noticing his nudgyness. “There’ll be lemonade and cookies after. You can have as many as you want.”

“I don’t think elevating my blood sugar is going to make up for losing 45 minutes of my life to this-”

“Shhh,” she shushed him quiet. The lights of the auditorium had begun to lower. 

Shortly thereafter, the kindergarten class shuffled out on stage, stumbling into each other and missing their marks. Several waved to their parents in the audience, loudly, and one little Pilgrim began to wail and had to be escorted off the stage. 

After a song in which the music teacher was the only one who knew and sang all the words, William and several classmates took a big step forward and held hands. William was on the far right and would be the last to speak. He waved at Mulder, who couldn’t help but laugh as he waved back. 

The Indian on the far left had to be prompted to speak, but it flowed fairly well after that. 

“We didn’t know much about this land, but the native people taught us.”

“We learned new ways to live and we tried to work together.”

“We wanted to say thank you for all the help we received.”

“So we invited the Wamp. The–how does it go again, Ms. Wendy?”

Beside him, arm holding the camera as steadily as she could, Scully quietly chuckled. It was almost William’s turn. 

He stepped forward with a big smile and Mulder, having heard the phrase maybe fifty times, was ready for We were so thankful to learn how to grow food in this new land. So it was something of a surprise when William said: 

“What you just watched was a sanitized and oversimplified whitewashing of history.” 

The auditorium went deadly silent. 

“Oh my God,” Scully hissed. 

William, unphased, continued, “While this story is comforting and well-intentioned, it obscures the colonial violence, cultural erasure, and exploitation Indigenous people endured as European settlers expanded their presence in North America.”

Mulder was both astonished and impressed. His son had not only gone full Wednesday Addams, but he’d repeated–word for word–the exact words Mulder knew for a fact the boy couldn’t have overheard. 

William then turned toward the stage and pointed at the cluster of his classmates who’d been dressed as the Wampanoag.

“Oh no,” Mulder said, reaching out to grab Scully’s arm. 

“What-” she began.

“In five years,” William announced loudly, somewhat gleefully. “You will all be dead of smallpox!”

Several audience members gasped, even more laughed, and two little Wampanoag started crying. The stage descended into chaos. 

Beside him, Scully slowly lowered her camera and turned to Mulder with a horrified look on her face. 

“Tell me you got all that on tape,” Mulder said. 

“Oh my God, Mulder.”

“You still want to stay for cookies and lemonade?”

[witheredgardenparty]

Drowning myself a bit in the concept of a yandere who prides himself on being the boogeyman of underground circles but as soon as he is face-to-face with his darling, dissolves into a bumbling mess of graceless stammering and cumbersome limbs. A tripping-over-air, tongue-tied loser who has lost all sense of cool.

In the witching hours, he is a deadly force with unyielding claws and nimble words. The daylight finds him kneeling at the alter of your every spoken phrase.

What a blessing that darling is gracious to this poor helpless sap. Such a "harmless", if occasionally clumsy fellow. And -- oh! You dropped all of your papers! Here, let me help! No, really, it's no problem. (Did he just sniff my hair? No, I must have imagined that... right?)

To the other monsters that roam the shadows, he is a heartless, shapeless void of terror. To speak the dread name is to summon him and whatever fate the wheel so spins that day.

To you, he is a perfect gentleman. A, perhaps slightly, awkward acquaintance who could never hurt a fly. Literally. You think he might be a little afraid of bugs?

You cannot help but notice things have been changing since your new friend has shown up, though. New movements in the neighborhood. Not bad necessarily, but different.

That asshole next door has definitely been treating you nicer. Suspiciously nicer. And these numbers on your bills... have they gone down? You will have to call the bank to ask about it. You are pretty sure you owe more than this.

As soon as you figure out what happened to your favorite sweater...

[kezdispenser]

Breaking Character pt12/?

Summary: You are the new cast member of 'The Boys' and you play Butcher's cousin and Soldier Boy's new love interest 'Solene'. You're introduced to the cast by the director at a dinner and you're seated next to Karl and Jensen to "bond".

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: SMUT, language, fluff, 18+, KINKS

The drive to Jensen’s parents' home in Texas stretched ahead of us, a mix of nerves and excitement swirling in my chest. Jensen, ever the rock in my storm, drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my thigh. Every so often, he’d give it a reassuring squeeze, his green eyes flicking toward me with a soft smile.

"You good?" he asked, his voice warm and steady.

"Define 'good,'" I replied with a nervous laugh, twisting the hem of my shirt between my fingers.

Jensen chuckled, his dimples flashing. "You’re gonna be fine. They’re not the scary kind of family—they’re the kind that’ll try to feed you until you can’t move."

"Great. Death by casserole," I teased, earning another laugh from him.

When we pulled into the driveway of his childhood home, my nerves ramped up again. The house was exactly what I’d imagined: warm, inviting, with a wraparound porch and flower pots lining the steps. Jensen parked the car and turned to me, his expression soft but serious.

“Y/N, listen. You don’t have to be nervous, okay? My family already loves you. You could do literally nothing but sit there, and they’d still adore you.”

“That’s sweet, but what if—”

“Nope,” he interrupted, leaning over to kiss my forehead. “No ‘what ifs.’ You’re perfect, and they’re going to see that.”

With that, he got out and came around to open my door. As we walked up the steps, the front door swung open, and a petite woman with short blonde hair and the warmest smile stepped out.

“Jensen!” she exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Hi, Mom,” he mumbled into her shoulder before stepping back to motion toward me. “Mom, this is Y/N.”

Donna turned to me, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, my goodness, you’re even prettier than your pictures!” she gushed, pulling me into a hug before I could react. “Come on in, sweetheart. We’ve been waiting to meet you.”

Inside, the house smelled like vanilla and home-cooked comfort food. Jensen’s dad, Alan, greeted me with a firm handshake and a kind smile, while his sister Mackenzie and brother Josh welcomed me with the kind of teasing that told me they’d all been anticipating this moment.

“Finally, we meet the famous Y/N,” Mackenzie said, giving Jensen a playful nudge. “He never shuts up about you, you know.”

“Can you not?” Jensen groaned, rubbing the back of his neck.

Josh grinned. “Oh, we’re definitely going to. Welcome to the family initiation—relentless embarrassment.”

Over lunch, Donna served up a feast that could have fed an army. She made sure my plate was full, despite my protests, and asked a million questions about my family, my work, and how Jensen and I met.

Jensen, sitting beside me, jumped in every now and then to add details or crack a joke, but mostly, he let me handle it. His hand stayed on my knee under the table, a steadying presence that I was grateful for.

“Do you cook?” Donna asked as she passed me another helping of potatoes.

“I try,” I admitted, laughing. “But I’m pretty sure Jensen’s been too polite to tell me if I’m terrible at it.”

“She’s great,” Jensen cut in, squeezing my knee. “Way better than me. I burn toast half the time.”

“Baby, you could burn water,” Mackenzie teased, making the whole table laugh.

While Jensen and his dad worked in the garage, Donna and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen, tidying up after the feast. The warm, cozy ambiance of the house made it easier to relax, even though my nerves still lingered.

"You’re a natural," Donna said, handing me a dish to dry.

"At what?" I asked with a small laugh, taking the plate from her.

"At fitting in here. You’d never know it was your first time meeting us."

"Well, you all make it easy," I replied, genuinely touched.

Donna smiled, but her expression shifted, turning more serious. She leaned against the counter, her dish towel twisting in her hands. "Can I ask you something personal?"

"Of course," I said, setting the dried plate aside.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "How has it been, dealing with...everything? With Danneel, I mean?"

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. "It’s been...challenging," I admitted, choosing my words carefully.

Donna nodded, her face softening. "I know she’s their mother, but, sweetheart, she put Jensen through the wringer. And those kids, too. I’m not saying this to badmouth her—"

"You can, if you want to," I interrupted with a dry laugh.

Donna chuckled, but there was a sadness in her eyes. "She wasn’t good to him. I watched my son lose himself trying to hold it all together, trying to make it work for the kids. He’d show up here, exhausted, drained, pretending he was fine. But a mother knows."

Hearing this hit me harder than I expected. I’d always known Danneel had caused damage, but hearing it from Donna put it in a new light.

"He deserves so much better," Donna continued, her voice firm. "And seeing him with you...it’s like he’s alive again. Happy. And those kids adore you."

"Thank you," I said softly, my voice catching.

Donna reached out and squeezed my hand. "You’re doing more for him than you know. And I’m just so grateful he found you."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and managed a smile. "I just want to be good for him—for all of them."

"You already are," she said with a certainty that felt like a balm to my soul.

Later that evening, as everyone gathered around the fire pit, Donna’s words lingered in my mind. Jensen, sitting beside me, kept his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as the night air cooled.

At one point, Mackenzie leaned over with a grin. "So, Y/N, now that you’ve survived meeting the Ackles clan, what’s next on your bucket list?"

I laughed, leaning into Jensen’s warmth. "I think surviving Jensen’s embarrassing childhood stories is the real challenge."

"Don’t worry," Josh said with a smirk. "We’ve got plenty more where those came from."

Jensen groaned, but his smile never faded. "You all are the worst."

"And yet you keep coming back," Mackenzie teased.

Jensen leaned down to whisper in my ear, "You’re handling this way better than I did when I met your family, by the way."

"That’s because you’re a lightweight," I whispered back, grinning.

His low chuckle sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was to be here, in this moment, with him.

As the fire crackled and the stars came out, I caught Donna watching us with a soft smile. And for the first time, I felt like I truly belonged.

The room buzzed with energy as we stepped inside Jared and Gen’s house, the unmistakable hum of laughter and conversation filling the space. It was warm and lively, just like every Supernatural gathering I’d heard about.

"Y/N!" Gen’s familiar voice rang out as she came over, pulling me into a welcoming hug. "It’s so good to see you again. And finally, at one of these reunions! I was starting to think Jensen was hiding you from us."

Jared appeared a second later, his grin as wide as ever. "Look who it is—the woman who’s been putting up with Ackles." He scooped me into one of his signature bear hugs, making me laugh.

"She’s not putting up with me," Jensen said, wrapping an arm around me. "She’s thriving."

Jared snorted. "If that’s what you need to tell yourself, man."

As if on cue, Misha Collins popped his head out of the kitchen, a mischievous smile already in place. "So, this is the Y/N we’ve heard so much about," he said, stepping into the room. "You’re braver than I thought."

"I’m starting to notice a theme here," I joked, earning a laugh from everyone.

"Don’t worry, Y/N," Misha added, giving Jensen a teasing grin. "If he screws up, you’ve got an entire cast ready to take your side."

Jensen rolled his eyes, but his smile didn’t waver. "Appreciate the vote of confidence, guys."

The Cast's Welcome

As the night unfolded, I felt more at ease with every passing moment. Jim Beaver shared stories about Jensen’s early days on set, and Rob Benedict and Richard Speight Jr. kept everyone entertained with their quick wit and banter.

"And then there was the time Jared locked himself out of his trailer wearing nothing but a towel," Misha said, leaning back in his chair with a grin.

"Why is that story still a thing?" Jared groaned, though he couldn’t keep from laughing.

"Because it’s hilarious," Jensen said, his hand resting casually on my knee.

I laughed along, feeling completely at home among them. These weren’t just colleagues—they were family.

At one point, Jensen and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen, refilling drinks and grabbing snacks.

"They’re amazing," I said, leaning against the counter as I watched him open a bottle of wine.

"They’re a lot," Jensen admitted with a chuckle. "But they mean well. They’ve been through everything with me."

"It’s obvious how much they love you," I said softly, reaching out to take his hand.

He looked at me, his expression warm. "They love you too. It’s impossible not to."

I smiled, leaning into him as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

By the end of the night, I was laughing harder than I had in ages. The stories had gotten wilder, and the teasing more relentless, but I loved every second of it.

"Alright, I’m calling it," Jensen said, standing up and stretching. "We’ve got to head out before Jared convinces us to stay for another round."

As we said our goodbyes, Jared pulled me in for another hug. "You’re stuck with us now, Y/N," he said with a grin.

"Good," I replied. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

Jensen’s arm found its way around my waist as we headed to the car. As we drove back to the hotel, the quiet settling around us, I couldn’t help but smile.

These people weren’t just Jensen’s family anymore—they were mine too.

Flashback: Jensen’s POV

The beer in my hand felt heavier than usual as I sat in the familiar circle of chaos that was Jared, Misha, Rob, and Richard. The room was filled with the warm glow of nostalgia, the air humming with laughter and stories. It was the kind of night where walls came down, and you could talk about anything.

"Alright, Ackles," Misha said, leaning back in his chair with a grin. "You’ve been unusually quiet tonight. What’s up? You’re not brooding about some The Boys scene again, are you?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "No, it’s not that."

Jared squinted at me, his grin widening. "Oh, shit. I know that look. Spill it, dude. What’s going on?"

I hesitated for a second, my thumb running over the label of my beer. These guys had been through everything with me—hell, they were my brothers in every way that mattered. If there was anyone I could talk to about this, it was them.

"I’m thinking about proposing to Y/N," I said finally, the words feeling heavy and exhilarating all at once.

The room went still for a moment, and then it erupted.

"Finally!" Jared practically yelled, throwing his hands up like he’d won the lottery.

"About damn time," Misha added with a grin.

"Wait, wait," Richard cut in, holding up a hand. "Are we talking full-on, down-on-one-knee, romantic proposal here? Or are you gonna wing it, Ackles-style?"

I smirked. "A little of both, probably. You know me."

Rob leaned forward, his expression softening. "You’re serious about this, huh?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding. "I’ve never been more sure of anything. She’s... everything. She’s smart, funny, and she gets me in a way no one else ever has. She’s good with the kids. Hell, she’s good for me."

Misha raised his beer. "Well, then, here’s to Y/N for being a saint and putting up with your ass."

The laughter rippled through the group, but Jared wasn’t done. "Okay, so, how are you gonna do it? Big and flashy? Or are you going for the quiet, intimate vibe?"

"I haven’t figured it all out yet," I admitted. "But it’s gotta be special. She deserves that. And I want the kids involved—JJ, Arrow, Zeppelin—they adore her, and I want them to feel like they’re part of it."

"Smart move," Rob said. "The kids’ll love it. And she’ll love that you thought of them."

Richard nodded. "Just don’t let the proposal get overshadowed by Jared being Jared."

"Hey!" Jared protested, though he was laughing.

I leaned back, the weight of my decision settling in a little more. "It’s just... it’s a big step, you know? I’ve been through this before, and I want to make sure I get it right this time."

Misha clapped a hand on my shoulder. "You’re not the same guy you were back then, Jensen. And she’s not anyone else. You’ve got this."

The room fell into a comfortable silence after that, the kind of silence that only comes with people who know you inside and out.

"Alright," Jared said eventually, breaking the quiet. "When it happens, we expect details. And pictures. And maybe a reenactment."

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. "Yeah, yeah. You’ll be the first to know."

But in that moment, surrounded by these guys who were more family than friends, I knew one thing for certain: I wasn’t just ready to propose to Y/N—I was excited. Because if there was one thing they were all right about, it was this—she was my everything.

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A/N: Heyyyyyyyy, im back. probably gonna end this series soon and maybe start a new one or just write oneshots (which i may continue as a series if you guys like it a lot)

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[karamazovposting]

go go gadget talk about the speech patterns and mannerisms that the brothers have (Alyosha, Ivan, Mitya, and Smerdyakov)

And to think I had made a post about this but never posted it and deleted the draft because I thought nobody would care, sigh.

I don't know if it's just me due to some sort of déformation professionnelle (I study theater among other things and sometimes I recite lines from books out loud to help with both memory and acting skills, and also because it's fun), but by the way Dostoevsky writes his characters speaking I can perfectly picture what they might sound like in my mind and that's insane (he's an insane writer all around) and not only that: you can tell what kind of person the character is not by what they say, but by how they say it. Again, insane stuff.

I'd say the brothers are the perfect example of this: they're the main characters so they talk enough for us to pick up on each individual's speech pattern and they have very distinct personalities that get to shine during the entirety of the book.

Dmitri is a mess and the way he speaks perfectly mirrors his behavior and Dostoevsky makes sure of showing that by writing his lines with lots of exclamation points and ellipses: he often jumps from topic to topic with no resemblance of coherent thought and speech pattern and has a tendency to ramble with passion for quite a long time. Even his insane amount of crying gets written down and integrated in his speech pattern; our Mitya has a lot of feelings and is not afraid to show them (good for him!). Given these little hints through the pages, I picture him as someone who speaks with lots of emotion (he's a dramatic person indeed and that definitely influences the way he speaks) but with no fixated pacing, volume and intensity because I feel like his voice and speech mannerism would shift a lot depending on his mood in a rollercoaster-like up and down motion if it makes sense, even though I do picture him as talking fast for the most part.

Ivan's feels similar but also completely opposite: he's dramatic and passionate and he feels a lot, but in a way more controlled manner and his voice is pretty much always described as being firm (which is shown by there being fewer ellipses and exclamation points in his lines), so I've never imagined it as showing much emotion, not even while talking to the devil; I feel like no matter what Ivan feels, his voice never fully shows it (his language might though, it's rude as hell). While his speech pattern can be all over the place because he is all over the place, it always remains coherent with who he is as a character and as a person (I've kinda talked about it somewhere in my bipolar Ivan Karamazov series) and never really gets rambly: even his spiral into madness is controlled. On that note, I've always found the way Ivan's lines are written in Pavel's confession's bit striking: our guy here is definitely going through a lot, this is the most important part of his arc, and yet he doesn't lose it completely. Lots of short sentences, lots of periods, little emotion: his voice is still as firm as ever. This leads me to think of him as someone who speaks in an effortlessly powerful manner and in a fixated pattern (not too fast but not too slow, not too loud but not too quiet; perfectly even and neutral) and with a voice that's almost monotone, except for when it doesn't have to be; he's used to speaking in public after all.

Alyosha is sweet, we all know that, and I think it reflects on the way he speaks as well: the use of punctuation and the length and pacing of his sentences suggest he speaks calmly, and personally I think sometimes it resembles the way Ivan speaks a little. His lines are written to never have any hint of hostility in them even in contexts where that would be expected (like when interacting with Rakitin) and even his sarcasm is written to sound soft; I'd say his speech pattern, while not as fun as Dmitri's or not as cool as Ivan's, is probably my favorite out of all four brothers': it's clear, straightforward and easy to follow and it feels fresh and balanced (no rollercoaster-like motions for example). He seems like someone I'd like to hear talk y'know, or a character with a way of speaking I'd like to be able to emulate; there seems to be a comforting and soothing element in it. Also, one thing that's lost in English translations is that Alyosha talks to children using the formal second person, which in my opinion is very indicative of his character and is also something I really like about him.

As for Pavel, I find his speech pattern interesting because it has a strange pacing, with lots of commas and longer sentences that suggest he speaks calmly just like Alyosha does or even slowly, but unlike Alyosha's lines, Pavel's are written in a way that conveys an almost ominous undertone due to the placing and frequency of the commas. One thing that stuck with me is how somewhere at the start of the novel Pavel's singing voice is described as "sugary" because honestly that's how I would describe his speech pattern as well: similar to Alyosha's somehow though not sweet but instead sugary, insincere, like a way of speaking that was fabricated with the sole purpose of fucking with someone's mind. And succeeds at it. I mean, most of the times we "hear" Pavel speak he's talking to Ivan, which I think is quite important because you can tell he articulates himself in a similar way Ivan does, but at the same time it seems his speech pattern has developed in a completely different direction, like mirroring Ivan's but not quite right. I feel like he's a person who knows what specific inflection is just right to use for a particular situation and I read his lines like that, without a fixated inflection but with the same constant slow cadence and smoothness. Also he's the only character we canonically know the vocal range of and not only do I appreciate Dostoevsky for giving me the chance to imagine what his voice might sound like, I also think specifying that he sings in falsetto instead of using his modal voice was a clever choice; it's kinda like a wordplay in a sense y'know.

I hope I made myself clear in this one lmao; it's just that when I think about this stuff I often have images in my mind that it's hard for me to put into words (like a particular speech pattern can be described with just one straight line while others can move in circles or have curves, or the rollercoaster-like thing I said earlier), but I couldn't just draw four different graphs and post them with no explanation so I just skipped the graphs part. Just know that in my head this is very clear and that if I could talk through pictures I would.

[bedheaded-league]

Modern day Holmes and watson move in together. John has been trying to get a read on Sherlock but this man somehow evades his perfect gaydar (well, in his case, it’s technically bi-fi). He’s artsy and weird and definitely not into girls, but he doesn’t really seem to be into guys either, and also he’s super autistic which is throwing everything off. He’s pretty sure Sherlock’s some flavor of gay but just isn’t certain. So eventually he just decides to ask if he’s straight.

“Mm?” Sherlock responds. “Oh. Of course not.”

John sighs. “Oh, thank god.”

Sherlock seems a bit flustered. John worries that he’s maybe overstepped a bit.

“While I am flattered, I’m really not looking for… that sort of arrangement, you know, I really was just looking for a flat mate, but-“

“Oh. Oh, no! No.” John blushes as he rushes to correct his friend. “Oh, I didn’t mean like that. I’m just relieved because straight guys are… well, you know.” He shrugs. “Pretty bloody annoying to live with.”

After a moment, Sherlock smiles. He seems almost surprised. “They are pretty bloody annoying, aren’t they?”

It’s only years later, after they’ve gotten together for real, that Sherlock tells him how that was the first moment he’d considered John as a potential boyfriend - and that he’d been shocked by how much he didn’t mind the idea.

(Sidenote: this is not about BBC sherlock, this is my own imagined version of a modern AU).

[pinkkop]

Another week has passed! And I'm still sticking to my weekly recap, though I know 2 weeks isn't super impressive but I'm sticking to this!! I've actually set up a whole system to make these posts and I'm probably going to make a post explaining how tomorrow (link to post)

As always, any constructive criticism is welcome and I'll probably keep improving this format for a while.

QL Recap for Week 2

The 6th of January to the 12th of January

🇹🇼 See Your Love

Episode 13 of 13 || Watching on: Gagaoolala

Final notes: This show was just so good and it definitely stuck the landing. Both couples were great, felt very fresh and I was super invested in both. If they'd had a longer runtime they could have definitely used more time on the core plot and the second couple but that's really more of a wish of mine. They used the time they had well and I can definitely see myself returning to this. And just the cherry on top of two great pairings came an interesting plot which didn't treat Shaopeng's disability as something to be fixed and instead showed all the ways he was perfect just the way he is.

🇹🇭 ThamePo Heart That Skips a Beat

Episode 5 of 13 || Watching on: Youtube

Another great episode! Was a little surprised that Thame hadn't realized he has feelings for Po yet but at least we got there now. I'm not entirely sure what Jun's problem is yet but at least it seems like Po knows he is up to something. Nano's fear of failure and desperate need to not feel like a burden to other people was so relatable and I'm really happy they all were there to help him understand that it's okay to rely on other people. It's safe to say I'm very invested in this show!

🇹🇭 The Heart Killers

Episode 7 of 12 || Watching on: Youtube

Oh this was delicious! Just the intricacies of Bison and Fadel now also knowing Kant and Style's motives and pretending they don’t. The BB gun scene was insane because it felt very close to home when Bison and Fadel are used to being out shooting people but this was just for pretend. Two things were said in this scene which I'd bet was foreshadowing: Style asking to be allowed to help which might mean he'll be shooting a real gun in the future and Kant saying he'll shield Bison which I'd bet means he'll try and shield Bison for real in the future and might actually get shot. Overall the acting in this episode was phenomenal!! Particularly the final boat scene was just *chef's kiss*

🇹🇭 Your Sky

Episode 9 of 12 || Watching on: iQiYi

Oh they are just the sweetest boyfriends!! Can't wait for Hia and Real to finally get their shit together and have a proper talk but luckily they'll take steps towards that next week. This show is just my happy space right now.

🇹🇭 Fourever You

Episode 16 of 17? || Watching on: Gray

I'm still one episode ahead but I wont spoil anything so don't worry if you haven't seen episode 16. I feel a little bad but I was pretty happy about having an episode for just Johan and North. I absolutely adore them so it was so great get more background story on them. For some reason I thought this show was only 16 episodes so I have no clue what the total nr. of episodes are anymore. I wouldn't mind a couple of more episodes with Johan and North as the focus though because they're the highlight of this show for me. I do also love seeing the two friend groups and their friendships which to be honest I could use more of. I love that even the very masculine group of friends have each others backs and are able to be vulnerable in with each other.

🇯🇵 Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu

Episode 10 of 10 || Watching on: Gagaoolala

Final notes: Oh these two! This was such a good story of living in a world that doesn't accept you. Just two lonely lost boys finding love and a home in each other. Even when they get their happy ever aften they still live in a society where they have to hide and it just breaks my heart. I just hope they find better friends. Overall I really liked this show and how it was produced. I could easily feel the pain of these two and put myself in their place. It was by no means perfect but it was a good little show with all the things that made me enjoy watching it.

🇹🇭 Petrichor

Episode 7 of 10 || Watching on: iQiYi

I'm still enjoying this very much and putting the killer in-between our two main characters was so delicious. The crime plot and the romance are heavily intertwined and one enhances the other. This was the same with Spare Me Your Mercy but also the reason why when SMYM didn't develop the relationship enough it also affected the rest of the plot. I don't find that this is the same problem here though.

🇹🇭 Caged Again

Episode 10 of 10 || Watching on: Gagaoolala

Final notes: This concept was absolutely bonkers but they made it work really well. I loved how they played into the animal characters because it made it feel more believable and original and fun. I fully believed that the two were transformed from specific animals and it made it great. It kinda lost it's magic towards it's end but I still think its well worth a watch.

🇹🇭 Perfect 10 Liners

Episode 12 of 24 || Watching on: Youtube

I'm still invested in Gun and Yotha, and I'm loving Arc's presence in their lives. I however was very confused about Aou and Boom's couple suddenly getting screen-time. I like these two as actors but since their characters came into this show already established and with very little screen-time before this week I'm not invested in them at all.

🇹🇭 The Boy Next World

Episode 2 of 10 || Watching on: iQiYi

This show is suffering from the large amount of shows airing on Sunday because I'm struggling to pay enough attention to actually get invested. The acting and production value is there and I like the plot a lot but I usually get to this third so I'm usually tired and anxious about in being Sunday when I get to it which isn't an easy situation to get into a new show.

🇯🇵 Futtara Doshaburi

Episode 1 of 7 || Watching on: Gagaoolala

I don't understand how you can slowly start moving your beds away from each other in a relationship. They got some serious issues and desperately need to talk about it but are doing anything but that. I'm a little confused about the otsee your loher couples(?) dynamic, are they dating? Just roommates? They're acting like they're more than roommates at times but I guess we'll find out. I assume that all that is something we'll find out so I'm intrigued by this show, even if I worry a little that they'll get into "cheating" territory at some point which is not my cup of tea.

🇹🇭 Sangmin Dinneaw

Episode 3 of 8 || Watching on: iQiYi

Sangnim and Dinneaw are super cute and I love all the languange stuff and I'm also interested so see where the second couple goes. But other than that I kept thinking all episode: "What even is this show? " The Pony thing still isn't my kind of humor but I'm assuming someone is finding it funny. The third couple however, what even is the point of them? We don't know them at all so I'm not invested in them or their relationship and I don't even know what those sex scenes are? Like they're neither funny nor sexy, why are they there? This is the one time where I'll allow NC scenes to be called unnecessary. I'm just so confused so if anyone has any insights please let me know!! Maybe it's just not my thing? I don't ever remember watching a show where I really liked parts of if but then absolutely didn't like other parts.

🇨🇳 I'll Turn Back This Time

Episode 1 of 6 || Watching on: Gagaoolala

I really like Meet You at the Blossom so I'm very curious to see if this can live up to the hype. They pretty much speed ran "enemies to lovers to something more" so I'm worried that this will come back to bite them in the ass later. Either way I'm intrigued and I'll wait and see the show unfold more before I make more of a judgement on this show.

🇹🇼 Eternal Butler

Episode 5 of 12 || Watching on: Gagaoolala

I'm watching this incredibly casually because I'm not big on robots in romantic relationships and, like it's predecessor, Anti Reset, you shouldn't think too hard about the plot.

That's it for this week!

For links and airing schedule check out World of BL (Only for BLs)

[awardenandacrow]

FANFIC SNIPPET 27

NOTE: this snippet falls chronologically shortly after snippet 15

[Rook asks Bellara to help her do some research]

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“Hey, Bellara, before you go,” Naimeryn said quickly. Lucanis hesitated, then continued out the door while Bellara flounced back to her side.

“What’s up, Rook?” The other elf asked. Naimeryn held up one finger, straining her ear. His footsteps definitely made their way down the hallway. She allowed herself to breathe.

“Everything… okay?” Bellara asked, following her gaze to the door.

“Yeah, sorry,” Naimeryn told her sheepishly. “I’m a little embarrassed so I… I don’t want Lucanis to know what I’m asking you.”

“Oooooh,” Bellara raised her eyes excitedly. “What do you need?”

“Um… Lucanis. Reads… romance novels, right?” She asked.

“Yeah?” Bellara looked confused for a moment, then her eyes got huge. “Oh! Oh, Rook. Do you want to read some too?”

Naimeryn felt her face and ears burn. “Yes,” she said in a tiny voice.

Bellara sat down on her bed, grinning widely. “I can get you some! What do you like?”

“I… I don’t know,” Naimeryn admitted to her hands, picking at her fingernails. “I’ve read Varric’s work, but Weisshaupt’s library was mostly educational texts, history, things like that. I’m pretty sure Varric’s work was only there because Saimaeria was a fan. I enjoyed that. But..”

She sighed. “I don’t have any… *experience*, Bellara. So I… I guess you can call this research.”

“Experi— oooooh,” Bellara gasped. “Rook, really? Oh, this is so perfect!”

Naimeryn felt her brow furrow, and she finally looked up at Bellara, confused. “Why is it perfect?”

Her eyes sparkled in that way they had when she was up to some mischief. “Let’s just say you two are the *perfect* couple,” she gushed mysteriously.

Naimeryn bit her lip. “So he… knows what he’s doing then.”

Bellara’s blinked owlishly at her. “Rook, I love you, but sometimes you’re a bit dense.”

Naimeryn felt herself laugh, wincing as she did. Bellara apologized, then clasped her hands in hers and peered up into her face earnestly.

“It’s perfect because you’ll be his first, too, and you’re both so sweet, and it’s just… perfect,” her smile was so encouraging, and her words sucked the air from Naimeryn’s lungs.

“How… how do you know that?” She whispered.

“Book club,” Bellara said with a shrug. “Sometimes discussions get heated. Secrets come out. I keep telling you you should come.”

Naimeryn looked away.

“Bel… I *can* read. But…” she chewed her lip. “I… struggle. And I know none of you would criticize me, but… I need to take my time with the material. I don’t think I could keep up the pace for your discussions.”

“Oh, Rook,” Bel sighed, carefully circling her shoulders in a gentle hug, which Naimeryn returned.

“I’ll get you a few different things,” she promised, “and I’ll bring them back after dinner. I’ll have Taash help me divert Lucanis if he tries coming back tonight. We can pick one that sounds interesting to you, okay?”

“Thanks, Bel,” Naimeryn smiled. “I’d really like that.”

[beholdthemem]

Chrissy insists on buying him a pastry while they talk shop. Eddie doesn't particularly want a pastry, but Chrissy seems to have an easier time talking if she has something else to focus on while she does.

"I haven't been back in a while," she confesses as they wait in line. "So I don't know if everything I tell you is still up to date. It's just, y'know-"

"Something to work from," Eddie supplies. Chrissy nods, and the line moves up.

"My parents' names are Phillip and Laura. Dad's a copyright lawyer, and Mom used to teach Sunday school- I don't know if she still does. Technically she was just there until they could find somebody else, but all the families really like her."

There's a touch of ruefulness to her voice. The line moves up again.

"They're kind of, um. Traditional? Old fashioned, maybe. Basically it shouldn't take much to shock them. They won't say anything about it to your face, but they're really going to be upset about your hair."

"Them and everybody else over the age of forty. How do they feel about tattoos?"

"Deeply judgmental."

"Perfect."

In front of them, a small elderly man examines the menu board with grave seriousness. The teenager manning the register drums her fingers on the counter with increasing impatience.

"They've got, ah... opinions... on how people are supposed to present themselves. What it means to be a responsible, worthwhile member of society, how you're supposed to do that as a guy, how you're supposed to do that as a girl..."

"Traditional," Eddie recalls.

"Right. Kind of, um. 1950s ideals of womanly and manly. They wouldn't put it that way, but that's sort of what it amounts to? They liked when things were... simpler."

There's a lot of subtext in that 'simpler'. Eddie pulls a face. "So, for dinner conversation I can just talk about how the country's gone to shit, and as soon as they get excited I follow it up with 'And anybody stupid enough to have voted for that maggot infested sack of clown cum demanding to buy Greenland over twitter-"

"They didn't- they didn't actually vote for him," Chrissy looks like she wants to laugh, but is restraining herself from doing so. "They felt like he was too extreme, but they couldn't stand the idea of voting for a Democrat, either, so they just. Didn't vote."

"Ohhh, I gotcha- cowards."

That actually does startle a laugh out of her. She looks both surprised and delighted, like the sound is unfamiliar.

The old man ahead of them trundles off without buying anything, putting them at the front of the line. The teenage employee, who Eddie knows had to have overheard the phrase 'maggot infested clown cum' by virtue of proximity, looks at both of them with an expression that suggests people who value their lives will not make her wait by deciding what to order.

"Oh-" Chrissy turns to Eddie a little sheepishly, either missing or somehow managing to ignore the counter girl's growing bloodlust. "Sorry, I should've asked earlier- which do you want?"

"Uh..." Eddie scans the board, and then selects the cheapest thing possible. She's already bought him coffee, after all. Chrissy may be generous, but he feels like there's gotta be a limit to how much you ask for.

The counter girl rings them up, and looks like she's trying to melt somebody's head with her mind the entire time she does.

"My ex still comes to visit them a lot," Chrissy continues conversationally as they return to their table. "And he's definitely gonna be there, so um. Just sort of warning you now."

"I- your what?" Eddie comes to a halt, squinting at her and trying to replay what he's pretty sure he just heard her casually toss out like it was nothing worth remarking on. That CAN'T be right. "Ex WHAT?"

"Boyfriend?" Chrissy gives him an uncomfortable smile. Eddie resists the urge to shake his head like a wet dog until his brain rattles into whatever position it's apparently been knocked out of to make him the only person here who finds that statement completely fucking bizarre. Boyfriend? Her ex boyfriend is coming to Thanksgiving dinner?

"...'kay?" he says slowly, purely for something to fill the sudden conversational void while he tries to work out how the fuck he's meant to respond to that.

"His name's Jason," Chrissy makes a show of brushing off her seat before she sits back down- possibly for something to do that'll let her avoid eye contact. Her words have sped up, like she's embarrassed and trying to power through it as swiftly as possible. "We, um. We dated for a while back in high school, but broke up before leaving for college. He is, ah..." She sighs. "Look, full disclosure- he's a big part of why I wanted to hire you."

"Sure, I get it," he's not entirely sure he does, but he's got a few ideas, and doesn't like any of them. He remembers the fear on her face earlier, when she thought she was going back home solo, and likes them even less.

"Are you..." He hazards, trying to feel this out as Chrissy takes a delicate sip of coffee. "Are you worried he's gonna try something?"

'Are you asking for a bodyguard,' is what he wants to know, because that is an entirely different set of duties than Fake Boyfriend. It's not a role he's ever played before. He can fight, if it comes down to it- but most of his experiences with that have come from dealing with drunks at work and irritating people until they respond with violence. He's learned how to take and throw a punch because if he's going to go through life being obnoxious (And he is, that's non-negotiable) being able to handle the consequences is a necessity. But it's only ever been HIS neck on the line. If he loses, he loses- he gets the shit kicked out of him, bitches about it to the guys until he heals up, and then moves on. He's never had anybody relying on him to win before.

But the girl across the table is small enough to make even Eddie seem tall, nice enough to leave behind a tip in the nearly empty jar on the counter when the cranky high schooler hadn't been looking, desperate enough for help to arrange a meeting with some weirdo online and not run away screaming when the weirdo in question turned out to be HIM.

She needs back up.

And if the only person available is him, well, then, he'll fucking figure it out.

"Try some...?" Chrissy repeats, frowning a little to herself before the penny drops. Her eyes go huge.

"No!" She squeaks, looking horrified. "Oh, God no, it's not like- he isn't- no. No, no, he wouldn't- he'd never- no, I didn't mean- no. No, that's not what- um- I'm so sorry. No, I wasn't, I wasn't asking- I don't need you to... to... no-"

Well, that's definitely a relief. It does however seem to indicate some motivations that Eddie dislikes for entirely different reasons.

"Okay," he raises a finger to stop Chrissy mid-torrent. "If this is a plot to win your ex back-"

"NO!" Chrissy yelps again, somehow managing to look even more horrified. "Oh, God, no, I want him to give up!"

"And your plan for that is showing up with the world's worst new boyfriend?" Eddie questions, going from exasperated to incredulous. Being used as a tool of jealousy is a hard no- one hospital visit was more than enough. Doing this is...

Well.

Once again- Chrissy's nice.

And loathe as he is to admit it, he'll do a lot of things for nice.

But that does not change the fact that what she's asking him to do makes no fucking sense at all.

"Like- not to criticize or anything, but I feel like showing the guy his replacement sucks shit is just gonna encourage him to try and win you back." It would certainly encourage HIM. Rekindled relationship aside, if Eddie were in this guy's shoes and had to watch an ex he held in even faint goodwill be openly mistreated, he'd go apeshit.

"I don't- I don't need you to be horrible," Chrissy twists the cardboard sleeve on her coffee cup around and around and around. "I just need you to be... different."

"Different like...?"

"Jason thinks he wants us to get back together. What he actually wants is the version of us that first started dating to get back together, and those people don't exist anymore. Sure, when we were 16, we had the same wants, and needs, and things we expected out of a relationship, but people don't always- just because 2 people start out really similar doesn't always mean they're going to stay that way, you know?"

"Sure," Eddie shrugs. In his experience, most people don't. Whether or not that ends up being a deal breaker is a whole other ball of wax.

"I'm not who I was in 10th grade. I can't give him the answers 10th grade Chrissy would've given 10th grade Jason, and... honestly, looking back, even if she HAD answered the way he's hoping for, it would've only been because she thought she didn't have other choices. Who I used to be was a stop on the way to moving on, and I'm okay with that, but he didn't... WANT to change."

And THERE'S where it ends up being a deal breaker.

"There is someone out there who can live a very happy life with Jace as he is, and with who he wants to be, but she's not me." Despite the nickname, there's a firmness to how Chrissy says this that indicates no amount of past affection will make it up for debate. "And he's not gonna believe that until he finally understands I've changed."

"That you're different," Eddie repeats. Now the picture's starting to come into focus. "Different mindset, different lifestyle... different taste in guys."

She colors. "I'm sorry-"

"No, I don't mind," Eddie assures quickly. He really doesn't. She looks almost ashamed of herself on his behalf, though, like using him as a visual aid instead of a demonstration of how far in life she's fallen is somehow just as bad. He finds himself simultaneously amused and endeared. "Seriously, this is the first time in my life I've ever been used as a good example."

It occurs to him, as the tension melts and she breaks into giggles again, that he's really starting to like her laugh.

"So how'd we meet?" He presses, trying to get as much mileage out of her returned calm as possible. "Drag show? Satanic ritual? Torching Jim Banks' lawn?"

"Maybe I went to see your band?"

"How'd you-" Eddie's aware he's staring a little, and probably messing up the flow of the conversation he'd just gotten back on track, but also what the hell?

"That's what you said in the ad, right?" Chrissy's turned a little self-conscious again, maybe worried she's made things weird. "You play guitar?"

"That I do. That I do," it helps, Eddie considers reflectively, that he has only the loosest possible connection between his mouth and his brain. That means that in times like these, when he has been thoroughly knocked off balance, he doesn't need to provide any real input to keep the words coming out and can instead focus on the fact that she'd bothered to remember the barely related line about his band he'd tossed in for flavor.

Baffling.

Absolutely baffling.

Nice is rare. Eddie's already willing to do a lot of things for nice. Chrissy's version of nice has unknowingly just lengthened the list of shit Eddie's willing to tolerate on her behalf quite a lot.

All the same: "Would they believe that?" It's bad to judge on appearances, but she really doesn't look the type.

"My parents might. Jason wouldn't want to believe it, but he would. My brother, though," For the first time since they started talking about her family, Chrissy looks fond. "He'd have some questions."

"Oh, you've got a brother? Do I need to worry about getting my ass kicked?" He's mostly kidding, but he is a bit curious. He's an only child, thank Christ, but he's pretty sure that protective siblingly ass kickings are a requirement.

"I doubt it." Chrissy shakes her head. "He's more of a..." She scrunches her nose, thinking to herself, then makes a vague gesture in the air. "He's not really the fight-y type. Never liked confrontation much, his policy is more 'Ignore it till you can't'."

"Yeah?" Eddie raises an eyebrow as he breaks off a piece of... scone? Oatmeal bar? Whatever it was that she bought for him, all he'd paid attention to was that it was under 3 dollars. "What happens when you can't?"

A corner of Chrissy's mouth twitches. "Well, um. Once when I was 12 and he was... maybe 8? There was this girl I used to do Girl Scouts with who kept making fun of me because we were in 6th grade, but I was still riding the Disney princess bike I got when I turned 10. It was honestly kind of small for me at that point, but my mom didn't want to waste money getting a new one when there was a perfectly good bike right there- anyway, we used to host a lot of scout meetings at our house, because Mom really likes to be active in community things. And I guess Jenny must've said something to me where PJ could hear…"

She puts her face in her hands. Yet again, Eddie gets the impression that she's amused, but feels like she really, really shouldn't be.

"And for 2 weeks, every time he saw her bike somewhere in town, he'd wait until she locked it up to go inside, and then he'd pop one of her tires."

Whatever the pastry is actually called, one of the main components seems to be sawdust, because swallowing it unexpectedly has leeched all the moisture out of Eddie's mouth. It makes it halfway down his throat before disintegrating, and is only marginally improved by the immediate chaser of what he can tell by taste is 2 day old coffee.

"2 weeks?" He manages at last. "In public? How in the shit did he do that, I wrecked someone's bike ONCE as a kid, and I had to wait until midnight to make sure no one saw me. And figure out where he lived! What is he, a ninja?"

"I don't know!" Her voice is muffled, but he can hear her trying not to laugh in spite of herself. "I didn't even find out it was him until years later, he never said anything. We all just thought Jenny was really unlucky because she kept rolling over screws and thorns and glass and stuff- her dad finally lost patience and took the bike away because he thought she was being too careless with her things, so she just had to walk everywhere. She was a junior counselor at some of PJ's after school things, so he must've had a lot of opportunities-"

"Oh my God."

"But it's like- he does stuff like THAT. It's not important for you to know he's the one doing it, or to understand why it's happening to you- it's enough that you're miserable."

"That's the scariest fuckin' thing I've ever heard. That's scarier than a straight up ass kicking, he just jumps straight to covert warfare-"

"That's not what that is!"

"That's exactly what that is! Forget the shovel talk, if we show up and this kid thinks I'm not good enough for you, I'm probably getting my tires slashed!"

"No, you're not," Chrissy insists, taking her face out of her hands to try and give him a stern look. The effect is spoiled somewhat by the way she's clearly stifling a smile, which only encourages Eddie more.

"Well, I guess if you're offering to protect me," he spreads his hands with theatrical magnanimity and pretends not to notice that he's accidentally sent crumbs flying everywhere. "Maybe PJ The Stealthy will be moved to spare my life and my non-existent car insurance. But I'm counting on you for this, I want it in writing that you'll shield me from his wrath."

"I won't NEED to shield you from his wrath, because I can't imagine you causing it," Chrissy says with remarkable confidence. "He doesn't do anything unless you provoke him, and that's hard to do. Even if you annoyed him, he'd probably just ignore you."

"I've been told I make that very hard." Eddie tells her solemnly. "Your brother's specialty may be covert warfare, but you can ask any teacher I've ever had- being in my presence is psychological warfare all its own!"

Right after he says it, he can see Chrissy's walls go back up. There's a split second where her body's at the table, but her eyes are a million miles away, and whatever it is she's seeing there isn't good. And then, as if nothing's happened, she snaps right back to the same polite, pleasant fake smile she had on when they first met.

Shit.

"I'm kidding," he says instantly. "Promise. Really. I'll be on my best behavior."

"I think that kinda defeats the point of this, doesn't it?" Chrissy asks with a chuckle, and fuck, Eddie hates that well mannered, trotted-out-for-polite-company noise now that he knows what her real laugh sounds like.

Clearly, that was a step too far. He just doesn't get why that was a step too far, and that's a problem. If he doesn't know exactly what the issue is, he doesn't know how to avoid doing it- and there's no way she's actually going to admit he's upset her, much less explain how. Telling someone they've screwed up is bad manners.

God, life would be so much simpler if everybody just gave up on the concept of manners.

"You can wage as much psychological war as you want," Chrissy says, and even though she's using his same joke, he doesn't feel like he can banter with her anymore. The version of Chrissy that's been treating his nonsense like it has enough logic to argue against or build upon has been swapped out with this charming, hollow girl again. "We've had years of practice with it."

"Right." Is THAT a joke? He genuinely can't tell.

"I, um..." The performance is fraying a little at the edges, like dropping it earlier has made it tricky to sink back in. "I'll just- I'll find a minute to get PJ alone and then explain. He wouldn't blow our cover on purpose, but I'd rather not risk him asking the wrong questions at a bad time."

"Sure." Eddie agrees simply. If he can't tell what skeeved her out, best to just be straightforward. No improvisation, no messing around, no trying to be funny- nothing that might make things worse. Predictability. It sucks that they're back to this after they'd been doing so well.

"Do you wanna exchange numbers?" Chrissy asks, returning to smooth professionalism. "I can give you mine in case anything comes up before Thanksgiving."

"Sure," Eddie says again, doing his best to stick to the script. He hopes that by the next time he sees her, he'll have figured out enough to know how to fix this- or even what he broke.

He digs out his phone, silently cursing yet more crumbs that insist on falling into his pockets, and comes back up just in time to see a flash of yellow dangling from Chrissy's hand.

"...do you have a cellphone charm?" He asks in disbelief, squinting at the small yellow flower swinging from her phone case. Chrissy blinks, thrown by the unexpected change of topic, then registers what he asked and gives a small huff of embarrassed amusement, like he's caught her doing something silly.

"How the fuck do you have a cellphone charm? I thought they quit adding holes for them in like- 2010," Eddie's reaching out to grab it before he can stop himself. To his surprise, Chrissy doesn't object, handing her phone over so he can get a better look.

The charm is flat, made of slightly sturdier plastic than he'd assumed at first glance. There's a few nicks at the edges- evidence of someone who moves around a lot, and takes her phone with her when she does- but apart from that, it's remarkably well cared for. The design of the flower is detailed enough that he can tell it's based off a real specimen, but he couldn't name the variety for any money.

"Well, they... the phones don't," Chrissy rubs her knuckles against the edge of the table, not quite looking at him as she does. "But the phonecases do? Sometimes? Or they can, anyway, if you're feeling, um... motivated."

It takes more than 1 afternoon to figure a person out. Eddie might be pretty good at it, but he's not arrogant enough to think he's got any real idea of what's going on in Chrissy's head after a single extended conversation. If he were to theorize, though- to take what little things he's noticed since this meeting began, to fill in the blanks with possibilities until he can turn them into might-be-answers tied together with metaphorical red string- he would say that Chrissy is like a turtle.

She has a pretty, painted shell that people talk to, thinking it's a real person, and rather than correct them she pulls herself inside to let them do it. Not out of shyness. Not really. More like... caution. Like she knows what people expect from the face outside, but she can't say for sure how they'd react to the creature that lives beneath it.

She came out of that shell today because she felt like she didn't have any other choice. Now that she's back inside, Eddie thinks that maybe, just maybe, if he can show her that it's safe, let her see that herself instead of trying to convince her...

...maybe this time she'll come out on her own.

"Swear to God, I haven't seen one of these since middle school," he continues, tucking that thought away for later, and he doesn't have to fake the grin on his face as he says it. The unexpected nostalgia and surprise at its source has him feeling genuinely charmed, and he's never unironically used that word in his life. "Serious blast from the past today- have you had this since then?"

"No," Eddie can see a face peeking out from within that turtle shell as Chrissy realizes that she's being invited to reminiscence rather than mocked. "It's... honestly, I think it was supposed to be for a keychain, but I kinda. Missed these? I know people joke about how tacky cell phone charms were, but, well."

"Tacky- now there's a fancy way of saying 'I'm allergic to fun'."

The smile Chrissy gives at this assessment crinkles her nose just a bit, like she can't quite help it.

"Did you have one too?"

"Me? Nah. I didn't get my first phone till almost 9th grade. What I DID have was a side business with my friend where we'd buy a shitload of keychains out of a catalog for really cheap, and then resell em at school as phone charms for way more."

"An entrepreneur," Chrissy says, followed by the same scrunch-nosed smile, and hot damn, he thinks he might've just heard her make her first honest-to-God joke today.

"That is NOT what the administration called us when we finally got caught."

"Wow, mean."

"Right? No respect for local businessmen. Children. Businesschildren-"

"Businesschildren?"

"Y'know what, we're sticking with entrepreneurs. Honestly, I think we could've kept it going for at least another semester if we hadn't gotten cocky and tried to expand into Disney characters. That's really what fucked us over; before then everything we were selling was juuuust crappy enough that we could believably say we made em as gifts for people. But when we suddenly started showing up with a grab bag of American Dragon and Kim Possible shit-"

"I had one of those!" Chrissy exclaims. "The- God, what was it- the Disney Channel Originals promotion-"

"That's the one! We flew too close to the sun there, but for one, glorious hour, we were making SO much money."

"I 100% would have fallen for that," Chrissy takes another drink of coffee, expression far off and fond. "My friend Heather bought me one for my 12th birthday. I guess it was sort of like an inside joke- my mother wouldn't let me watch Kim Possible at home, so I used to watch it at Heather's while she read magazines. I was way more into it than she was."

"That's cute," the word slips out before Eddie has time to figure out if he's taking too far a liberty with someone he's just met. It IS cute, and it's something he wouldn't hesitate to tease a friend for or mock an enemy with, but Chrissy's neither of those things yet- and if he's not careful, maybe ever. In a world of People-Whose-Boundaries-I-Understand and People-Whose-Boundaries-I-Don't-Give-A-Shit-About, Eddie has today met a candidate for that strange, seldom occupied third category: People-Whose-Boundaries-I-WANT-To-Understand.

It's not one he has much practice with, and that's making him… well, he wouldn't call it NERVOUS, per say, but… something somewhere on the edge of that.

Yeah.

Maybe.

He's not great at distinguishing intuition from impulse at the best of times, but today, just this once, it looks like it might not matter. Chrissy has a split second of bewilderment before her expression morphs into disbelief and delight, like no one's ever dared to tease her before. "It was NOT."

"It sounds pretty cute."

"It really wasn't! From the very beginning I liked it a lot more than she did, and by the time we were 10, half of our Saturdays started with her going 'Okay, are we actually going to do anything today, or are you just here for cartoons?"

"What ELSE are you gonna do at age 10? You can't drive, you can't drink, nobody'll sell you anything flammable no matter how much allowance you scrape together- the whole purpose of showing cartoons on a Saturday is to keep kids occupied because they have nothing else going on!"

"At 10, girls are supposed to switch to magazine quizzes, and it was very hard for Heather to do that for 2 people at the same time,” Chrissy glances down at her americano like she'd forgotten it was there, and takes a sip again. “Which she made sure to remind me of every time I visited. But even though she thought it was stupid… you know, I can’t remember her looking at the screen even once past 4th grade. She would rather have been doing literally anything else. And yet somehow, even though she couldn’t’ve cared less, she still paid enough attention to know who my favorite character was and get me a little Shego charm.”

“Shego…” Eddie internally scans through the two decades’ worth of passively accumulated cartoon lore clumped haphazardly in the section of his brain he thinks other people probably reserve for algebra. “She was… the…”

“Green one,” Chrissy fills in. "She was Dr. Drak- um- the main bad guy's sidekick. They had this running thing about how she was really a lot better at it than he was, she just didn't feel like putting in the effort to take his job. She was really snarky, and sarcastic, and-"

"The bisexual awakening of every kid born before 2001," The face is coming to him now, the chick with the black lipstick and fireballs. He hadn’t watched the show as a kid, but that particular character had been… memorable. "Right, the- JESUS!"

He skids backwards with an unpleasant screech of chair on linoleum as Chrissy coughs like she's trying to spit out a lung, the mouthful of terrible black coffee she'd been drinking now coating the table in front of her. Eddie spares a brief glare for the nosy fucks at the table nearest who have paused their discussion to gawk, then scoots forward again, gingerly attempting to mop up the mess with his remaining napkins.

"Shit," he half jokes, doing his best to make this less embarrassing for her. "You're spoiling me here, Chrissy- I know I'm funny, but you're the first audience I've ever had to properly appreciate it."

She doesn't respond.

"Seriously, a whole Thanksgiving of this and you're gonna ruin me for anybody else. I'll be texting you my lame ass jokes 24/7, not even gonna bother running em by my friends anymore. Who needs those fuckers when I've got a comedy connoisseur?"

Nothing.

"I've got a ton more where that came from," he's just running his mouth now, not even thinking about what he's saying as he tries to fill the silence and hopes he's not making it worse. She's giving him nothing to work with here, he's got no clue what direction to take this in, and he's wiping at the same spot on the table with a wad of napkins that have definitely absorbed all the coffee they can take so she can have a moment to collect herself before they make eye contact again.

There's no indication of whether that moment has begun, much less passed. Eddie finally bites the bullet and looks up, anyway.

Whatever remark he was planning to make dies on his tongue.

Chrissy has frozen into sharp, rigid lines, shoulders halfway to her ears and her face a horrible, chalky white that makes him think of cracked ice. She's got one hand clamped over her mouth, fingers clenched hard enough to bruise, and she's staring at him in a way that makes the back of his neck prickle- full of this awful, nameless thing behind her eyes that feels too primal to call fear. Something that echoes from her through him, just through that eye contact, and rattles sleeping instincts buried deep within his DNA. Some kind of ancestral memory from when fear was contagious, because the most important information to be passed through the troop was not what are we running from, just run.

She's looking at him like a cornered animal.

It's like everything she was afraid might happen if she left the shell has happened all at once.

"Chrissy?" His mouth has gone dry, and despite every effort to stop himself, he already knows the next words out of his dumb fucking mouth are gonna be- "You okay?"

The answer to that is a very obvious no, and he doesn't blame her for not dignifying it with a response. He's not even sure if she heard him, honestly, she hasn't blinked in way too long and if this turns out to be a medical thing- some sort of fugue state brought on by terror that he can't parse out- Eddie is so not qualified to help her.

"Chrissy?" He tries again, straining to keep himself sounding calm and trying to decide if he should touch her or if that's going to make whatever this is worse. She makes a small muffled noise through her hand, and he's torn between relief that she's responding and worry that this is the only response she's giving. She lowers her hand ever so slightly, movements mechanical, hunching down in her seat.

"I never…" it comes out in a thin little voice, just this side of a whisper. "I never- said it. To anyone."

Said what, Eddie wants to know, because he is well and truly at sea and still just on this side of panic, but he doesn't trust himself enough to ask what the fuck is going on with the delicacy he thinks would be needed to keep things… steady.

"I never told anybody," Chrissy continues, still barely audible, now bordering on despair. "Not even Heather."

The name sets something into motion in the back of Eddie's brain, like his subconscious already understands why that's significant but has to send internal machinery whirring into motion before it can translate it into something he can actually interpret. Things Chrissy mentioned earlier come tumbling back with no apparent rhyme or reason, flashing by at breakneck speed like images in a flip book.

Childhood friend. Childhood secret. Something she can't know. Something nobody can know. Already hiding stuff from parents, from a world of traditional, of old fashioned, of Sunday school1950swomanlymanlyRepublicanSIMPLER-

"Oh," Eddie says, clarity hitting him like a bolt of lightning. "Oh."

It feels so, so strange to be looking at the results of experiences he somehow lucked out enough to have only heard of rather than lived through. In all the ways that his life has been difficult, that particular one hasn't been a factor. Marianne might've had her problems- many, many, problems- but never once had Eddie felt like he'd needed to be afraid of her.

It hadn't necessarily been easy- while Eddie doesn't go out of his way to hide, he's not an idiot. The list of people he's actually trusted with the word 'bisexual' rather than left to draw their own conclusions is slim, and it's stayed that way for a reason. But one of the advantages to growing up as a gallery kid was that he'd known, from a very young age, that he'd had options.

He'd had examples. He'd had names. He'd had PROOF, living, breathing, talking, painting proof that people could be like him, could be different, and still live to grow old without changing jack shit about who they were.

What did it do to you, he wonders, as a still pale Chrissy shrinks into herself and looks like she's trying to decide whether or not to bolt, to grow up in a world with no evidence that that could ever happen?

"Well," Eddie finds his voice at last, a little more softly than he'd intended. "I guess I get to be the first to welcome you to the club."

He can see her eyes widen before she slowly looks up at him.

"Like I said in the ad, I can do a little acting, no problem," he smiles at her, trying to keep himself as open a book as possible, as transparent as he's ever been, to tell her in every way beyond words that she's okay here, and give her reason to believe it. "But most of what I'm offering comes from experience."

"Y-" her voice comes out cracked and a little bit raspy, staring at him like he's speaking in a language she's not quite sure she understands. "You…"

"Openly hit on other guests while you pretend you don't notice," Eddie quotes with the kind of word perfect recall that somehow never featured in his schoolwork. "I'll do any and all genders you choose, but I need advance warning if someone's likely to swing at me'-"

"Yes," Chrissy cuts him off sharply, leaning across the table towards him in her urgency. "Or- I don't know. I'm not sure what would happen if you- just- don't try. Please."

"Okay," he promises. Chrissy slowly eases back into her chair, visibly relieved.

She's less tense now. Still not totally relaxed- a little worn out, maybe, like the amount and variety of emotion she's just gone through in such a short span of time has left her tired physically, too- but she's not afraid anymore. She's looking down at her hands again, but every couple of seconds he catches her watching him wonderingly, whenever she thinks he's not paying attention. Eddie finishes off the last of his drink to provide her an opportunity.

"Was she yours?"

"Huh?" He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "...was who what?"

"You said…" Shyness is at war with curiosity. "We were talking about Shego, and you said she was everybody's… was she yours, too?"

Eddie can feel his ears heating up ever so slightly, and clears his throat, trying to pull off something appropriately dismissive and uninteresting. "Me? Nah. Wasn't really a Disney channel kid. You had good taste though, I'll give ya that-"

"Was it, um," he feels like he can see the years' worth of questions all jumbled together and fighting for the chance to get asked first pulsing away beneath Chrissy's temples, but she restricts herself to a single line of questioning. He kind of wishes she'd get a little more eclectic, because it would be so much easier to nudge her into a different, less embarrassing topic without her noticing if she did. "Was it a person, or another cartoon character?"

The deer-in-the-headlights thing he can feel himself doing must really be something, because Chrissy's lip is twitching while she tries to politely hide her amusement. HOW in the SHIT-

"Teen Titans?"

"I'm not a weeb," Eddie denies, drawing his dignity up and around him like an overpriced fur coat as he hydroplanes through this.

"That wouldn't make you a weeb, that's not anime."

"It was like anime training wheels. Everybody who grew up with a thing for a Teen Titans character went on to have a multi-year anime phase. There have been papers written on the subject, and I've only written most of them-"

"Batman?"

"It's such a tragically underfunded subject- you mean the PERSON, or the tv show? And which one? There are like, 5 different shows that've been called Batman, and they've all been the same thing with a little paint slapped on-"

"Avatar?" Eddie is not an easy person to read, so why does that determined glint in Chrissy's eye make him feel like it's only a matter of time before she figures out this and all his other secrets?

"I had a thing for Zuko like anyone else with eyes, sure."

"But he wasn't the first," Chrissy says that with a certainty that she definitely shouldn't have, despite- bafflingly- being right on the money. "So, then-"

"Y'know, we really don't have to do this-"

"Yes, we do," and she's got that same little not-so-secretly-amused lip twitch like she's teasing HIM now, which makes him feel as if he's been clotheslined.

"We do NOT,"

"We do."

"I don't even remember, it was years ago, and-"

"Danny Phantom?" Chrissy interrupts, one eyebrow raised.

"Goddammit," Eddie lets his head fall to the table in defeat.

Chrissy laughs, full and bright and the loudest he's heard her since they've met, and he decides he doesn't mind.

“I think I might be a terrible person,” Chrissy confesses to the lazily spinning ceiling fan.

“I think you might have heat exhaustion,” the stranger beside her says, not unkindly. 

“Mm,” Chrissy closes her eyes, still leaning back against the wall for support, and prays for the room to stop spinning. She’s going to regret sitting on the carpet of the student store later, when her head quits pounding and she can concentrate on responsibilities like laundry again, but right this second she doesn’t have enough focus to care. 

“Hey,” the stranger nudges her gently. “You drinking that water, man?“ 

"Uh…” Chrissy forces herself to process what he just said, and glances down at the half empty water bottle she’s holding in both hands. She’d forgotten about that, which is amazing considering how frantically she’d been chugging it a few minutes earlier.

(Was it only minutes?)

(She can’t tell how much time has passed.)

(God, her head hurts.)

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[danielnelsen]

i know it’s just that i’ve started act 2 and im progressing a lot of the plot right now, but it does come across as very funny that astarion is establishing a committed relationship with me right after congratulating me on doing all these morally dubious gaining-dark-powers things

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