#sorry i just think about them and i fall apart

[aettuddae]

business matter — chapter 129.

a christmas special.

↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

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serim was not good at coping with the cold. she liked the winter, she had always done, since she was little she spent most of the year looking forward to the low temperatures and, with it, the snow, but still, she was not good at coping with that time of the year. she always got sick and she used to care little about it, but since she became a trainee and later a singer she had to start taking care of her health and vocal cords, so in the most recent years of her life she hardly ever left her house during those times, unless she went to the many activities an idol has to do during the holidays or one of her friends insisted so much that she could not say no.

on that day serim's house was extremely warm, because even though she was not working, she was used to doing everything possible to avoid illness, and she was not willing to surrender to the freezing weather in seoul. she felt sorry for her plants, many were not the kind that could stand being in such a warm environment, but it was a force greater than herself.

having an altered perception of climate, she did not even think about the wind and the coolness that would hit her when she opened the balcony door, causing her to jump back inside and quickly close the sliding glass. she was extremely excited, running around the house and talking to her hedgehog who was pacing the living room floor uncomprehending and probably sweating from how high the thermostat was set. she went with speed to her room and threw on whatever winter clothes she could find, then hurried back and tried again to get outside.

still shivering a little, she leaned her forearms against the railing of her balcony and leaned against it, watching the first snow fall in seoul.

she loved winter, and even though it was still a month away, she loved the feeling of christmas approaching. the first snowfall had always been one of those important events for her. one of those that when it's about to happen you can't shake the anxiety, or the sensation that something important is in the air. it tends to fall in late november and serim during those dates was always on the lookout for any sign of what day it would be. she loved it, and as soon as she saw it happening just outside her house, she couldn't contain her joy, standing there motionless watching the snowflakes fall for a long while.

she had nothing better to do, after all, the hiatus was killing her. her friends were fully occupied, her members were in the activities she would want to be in and her family was far away in daegu. she couldn't help that those would be lonely and boring holidays, but at least she had time to appreciate nice things like this one.

or so she would once she opened the door to whoever claimed to see her in the middle of a snowfall.

serim sighed, she hated it when she was interrupted in her few moments when she could enjoy things that excited her. she walked back into her apartment and made her way to open the door.

the doorbell had rung, not the telecommunicator, so she figured it might be one of her bandmates, her manager, or a friend. since she didn't have to work or keep a schedule, she wasn't fully aware of what day it was, so she wasn't aware of what her acquaintances might be doing at the moment or who was free.

what she didn't expect was to find jimin behind the door.

it had been a couple of months since she had seen her in person, although they texted sometimes, maybe since september they hadn't been in one another's presence. she was always busy, she had gone on tour and back, only to embark on a new comeback and promotions season. awards season had started as well and she, as the big star of the year, had to be at every event that happened. while serim had been a little more docile with her, open to the idea of doing some things together if the occasion arose, jimin just hadn't had the time, she wanted to take serim on dates, on trips, be together at her house, go for walks, help her with whatever she needed, but she was overworked and couldn't afford it.

except for that day, one of the few days off she'd had in a while.

jimin had been looking forward to it because she had already planned to go visit serim, even if she threw a tantrum when she saw her, she wanted to at least hug her after those two months without having her around, without feeling her scent nor holding her hands. she hadn't told her she was going because she didn't want to be rejected before she could be in front of the woman, which risked a fit of possible anger from the older girl, but jimin missed her so much that she didn't think anything through.

she just needed a plan, something to do together if serim didn't kick her out of her house, and the snow had come as if it heard her pleading. as soon as she looked out her window and noticed the first flakes, she got ready at the speed of light and frantically went out to find a cab. and now she was in the hallway of serim's apartment, covered in snow, her arms stretched in the air in excitement and wearing a silly grin because of the oldest.

she looked so adorable in that stupid giant blue scarf and her glasses that serim had to resist the urge to throw herself at her, limbs almost lifting on their own, stifling a smile using all the strength in her body.

serim had missed jimin too, of course she had, and she hated herself for it.

"what are you doing here?" the owner of the apartment asked not even greeting her.

"why do you have hello kitty pants on?" she ignored, not wanting to deal with her bitterness, and pointed to the pink garment with drawings of the character.

"because i'm at home." she said obviously.

"it's a choice." she cocked her head to the side without stopping to look at them.

"are you going to tell me what you're doing in my house while it's snowing?" she folded her arms and furrowed her eyebrows.

"that!" she jumped on the spot with glee. "i came looking for you so we could go see the first snow of the year together!" she announced in a jovial tone.

"and why would i want to see the first snow with you?" she was dying to go with her.

"because you love me." she replied simply. "and even my company is better than watching it from your balcony alone." she obtruded.

"how do you know i was watching it from the balcony?" she exclaimed in surprise.

"you're covered in coats when inside your house it's amazonian temperatures and you have snow melting on your arms." she pointed to the detail.

serim raised her arms suddenly placing them in front of her eyes to look at the clues of her actions in these startled, with her mouth slightly open, confirming that she had given herself away. she dropped them on both sides of her body dejectedly and gave the girl a sideways glance, contemplating her proposal, to end up turning around without a word and heading to her bedroom.

"where are you going?" confused, the younger girl raised her voice as she watched her walk away.

maybe serim was feeling very lonely during the hiatus, or maybe she needed jimin more than she liked to admit.

"i can't leave my house in hello kitty pants." she replied disinterestedly, causing the happy grimace on karina's face to widen.

in an extremely awkward silence they made their way to the small park in the gated community where serim resided. they had so many things they wanted to say to each other, but communication had never been their best quality as a duo. serim wanted to know how she had been during that time, if she was tired, and how her busy schedule was treating her, or ask why she couldn't get her out of her mind even when they hadn't seen each other for so long. jimin, on her side, wanted to generate any kind of conversation, it was enough for her to know that serim was enjoying her company. but neither of them dared to let that happen, whether it was out of spite or fear.

but jimin hadn't gone to see her in such particular weather after so many days of not having her around just to be silent, though if that's the way it should be, at least she was happy to have her at arm's length. she took a breath and with the hand that gravitated around serim's she reached for hers, intertwining their fingers once their palms came into contact. pathetically, she found herself closing her eyes for a second, bracing herself for the terrible reaction expected from the woman, but she received none, the girl left her hand there with hers, and jimin turned to check, disoriented, only to find her admiring the falling snow so fascinated that she hadn't remembered she had to hate karina full time.

she smiled to herself as she closed the distance between them, making their bodies rub against each other, securing her grip on her.

she was walking hand in hand with serim, when was the last time that had happened? her heart was beating at such a rapid rate as her senses were lost in the warmth and perfume of the woman that it felt like a drill.

when they arrived at the park it was almost empty. it was not a place where there were never many people as it was in a neighborhood of rich people who didn't have time or desire to walk around the area, and fewer people there were going to be with such weather. they walked calmly to the center in a void of words that was no longer as uncomfortable as a few blocks ago, stopping near the structure that crowned the place to appreciate how the snow fell on it and its surroundings.

"do you like snow?" inquired karina once they found a position where they could appreciate the spectacle and stood there.

"yes i like it, winter it's my favorite season." she gave her a look for the first time all the way there. "even though my immune system is a mess, i always get sick." she let out a sheepish chuckle.

"winter is my favorite season too." she settled in by tying her body to jang's arm. "and that's because you don't eat well!" she complained. "but don't worry, if you get sick i'll take care of you." she arranged a few strands of hair falling over the older girl's face.

"i do eat well only you don't see it." she smiled sideways.

"don't try lying to me." she shot her a look of suspicion, making her laugh.

jimin couldn't hide the satisfaction that this had brought her, feeling that serim didn't hate her for a second, she felt fulfilled. they held each other for a moment there watching the scenery, being as close as they rarely were outside of serim's room, swaying quietly as if they weren't two hurricanes trying to fit together. karina released her grip on her to put herself opposite to her and take the vocalist's face in her hands, leaning her body forward to leave a soft kiss on her cheek. serim wasn't expecting it and the surprise left her serious, speechless, she averted her gaze to the side, pressing her lips into a line, but a slight blush was exposed on her cheeks that she hoped jimin would believe was just from the cold.

"namu." she called to her in a low tone, so that only she would hear. "i have to tell you something."

"what is it?" she turned her eyes to her, face expressionless.

"i..." she took a long breath through her nose, trying to calm the uneasiness in her stomach from nerves. "i want you." she blurted out, pulling her shoulders back a little, puffing out her chest showing confidence. "and i want to spend this christmas with you."

"this christmas you're going to be working." she rebutted with discomfiture. "just like me, i hope." she spoke to the sky as if asking god.

"no, namu." she was already beginning to feel the anxiety of not being able to emit what she felt the right way and was giving her first uneasy hands through the air. "i mean i want to spend this christmas with you and many more." she clarified. "i want you to be my present." she rested her index finger on the girl's chest, pointing at her. "i want to kiss you and have you be the first person i greet." she held up the opening of the girl's coat. "i want to be with you."

serim was having difficulty maintaining eye contact, and even more difficulty finding something to reply to a statement that made her uneasy. "what do you mean by that?"

"i'm confessing." she admitted simply. "that's what you're supposed to do in the first snow."

"a confession is for someone who doesn't know how you feel." sadness returned to her demeanor as it always did when she was around jimin. "i think you've already told me everything you have going on with me."

"really?" her voice rose slightly, getting a little desperate. "do you really think you know everything i feel about you?" she questioned. "do you know that i can't stop thinking about you? that every action i take i think about what your reaction would be?" her breathing was slowly failing. "i have a hard time sleeping at night because i wish you were by my side." she rubbed her face with her palms trying to get rid of the frustration.

"jimin, the problem is that i don't believe you." she interrupted her weakly, her eyes on the floor.

"and what do you need me to do to prove to you that it's true?" her movements were wide and fast because of distress. "to make you understand that i despise myself almost as much as you do for hurting you." she believed her eyes were glazing over, but she didn't have the composure to concentrate on anything at the moment. "i was wrong, serim, i tried to pretend that nothing changed in my life the moment we got the deal, that you didn't shake my floor from the first moment." she was thankful that they are practically alone in the park because she was embarrassing herself. "i tried to do what i thought was best for me and i was wrong, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry." she swallowed hard trying to undo the lump in her throat. "i understand that i hurted you, that i was an idiot, but i want you." she assured. "i need you." she added. "and i don't know how to make you see that."

"do you love me?" she finally dared to face her.

"serim." she diverted her attention to something off to the side, blocking herself completely.

"serim, what?" she bit down hard. "that's what i need." she confirmed. "if you can tell me to my face that you love me, then i'm willing to take the time to work out everything bad that happened between us." she asked. "if you tell me that you love me, i'll leave it in the past."

"i adore you with all my heart." she closed her eyes as if that could make that moment less real.

"but it's not enough."

"no, it's not that." she held her arms so she wouldn't pull away. "it's complicated." tears began to stain her cheeks. "i care for you so much..."

"why is it so hard for you to say you love me?" there was disappointment in her eyes. "don't you feel it?"

"it's not that i don't feel it..."

"then what is it?" she became defensive.

"it's complicated." she reiterated. "it's difficult." she said in a defeated attitude. "this all happened under peculiar circumstances and-"

"then it's difficult for me to forgive you." she cut her off.

serim raised her hands to remove the hold the younger girl had on her and started walking with speed back to her house. jimin watched her walk away, but wouldn't let her go, she ran out after her, catching her, making them face each other. she lifted serim's hand, bringing it to her lips to give it a short kiss while their eyes were connected, thus then grabbing her waist and pulling her close enough that she could rest her forehead against hers just by folding her body a little forward.

"make a wish." she murmured.

"can you leave me alone?"

"if you say it out loud it doesn't come true." she shook her head.

serim dropped her eyelids, a little because she no longer had the strength to argue or resist the questionable things jimin did, and a little because she wanted to stop the approaching crying, karina copied the actions when she saw her do it. after a moment they both, still with their heads against each other, looked at each other again, ruefully and wearily.

"you won't tell me what it is this time?" the blackhaired inquired.

"you said it." she whispered. "if i tell you it won't come true."

—that you can accept that you love me. —thought serim.

"i asked for you to let me go make cookies at your house."

"i can't believe it." she broke off suddenly. "are you serious?" she shouted at her upset.

"i know we just fought, but we always fight." she tried to reason, seriousness of the moment all gone. "i haven't seen you in two months, i just want to spend time with you." she pleaded. "get mad at me later, but don't leave now." she added. "please, stop leaving."

serim hated herself for how aware she was that no matter how angry she got with jimin, for whatever reason, she always came back to her. "if you say it out loud it doesn't come true." she reiterated bitterly as she realized how pathetic she was.

"but you miss me too."

"let's go." she commanded, causing the younger girl to cheer. "but no joy." she pointed her finger at her apprehensively. "i'm too upset with you." she reminded. "these are going to be the saddest cookies you'll ever eat in your life."

[fanficsbysteve]

Jeremy Crow

Note: When I write my BuckTommy stuff, I always draw on my own personal experiences when writing stuff for Tommy. He’s a 40 year old gay man, I’m a 40 year old gay man. His Dad was abusive as shit growing up. My Dad was abusive as shit growing up. So, I feel we could have some very similar stuff happen in our lives. So, I had this thought and figured that in my head this was true. So, enjoy another of my silly little headcanons.

Also available on AO3 if you want to leave Kudos.

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Tommy took Evan up to his bedroom to get ready for bed, and some other things beforehand but Tommy was not going to push for that. It had been two weeks since they had spoken and realized they were both idiots and decided to try again, just not going at light speed that Evan had been going at. Tommy was going to talk about how things made him feel and wasn’t just ‘trying to keep up’ with Evan’s pace. They were also going to go at Tommy’s pace as well.

     Going into the room, Tommy looked at the bed and spotted something sitting in the middle of the bed. Tommy froze. Oh god he had forgotten to put that away. Evan went past Tommy into the room and his eyes also fell onto the bed, “Oh what’s that?” he asked, looking at the bed as well.

     Sitting in the middle of the pillows was a stuffed crow. It looked like it had seen better days, its better days being three decades ago. The black fuzz that had been its torso had all but worn away, the paint on its eyes had been rubbed off and was just the white of the eyes now. The only part that seemed to have withstood the test of time was the beak of the crow, “Um…” Tommy started, “That would be Jeremy. Jeremy Crow.”

 Tommy looked at the crow sitting on his bed, named after a character from a movie he had watched as a child. He had gotten it when he was around five years old and had been sleeping with him every night since. There was something comforting about having Jeremy with him. He slept better. Tommy sometimes thought that Jeremy kept the bad dreams away. He never had them when he had Jeremy in his arms. He had been trying to hide Jeremy away, not wanting Evan to see him because he was scared of what Evan would think about him. A grown man still sleeping with a stuffed animal from his childhood.

     Evan did something that shocked Tommy. Something he hadn’t expected. Evan walked over to the bed, got in, motioned for Tommy to join him, and handed Jeremy over to Tommy, “So tell me about Jeremy,” Evan asked as he lie down.

     Tommy took Jeremy and held him close, feeling the comfort that Jeremy brought to him, “I’ve had him for years,” Tommy started, “My Mom had seen him at a Garage sale and bought him for me. We didn’t have a lot of money growing up so things like this were rare. My mom did enjoy going to garage sales though. She could always find the most interesting treasures at those,” Tommy went to lay down fully in bed, “She passed away about a year after she gave me Jeremy. It’s the only thing I have left that reminds me of her.”

     Evan pulled Tommy into a cuddle. Wrapping his arms around the both of them, “I’m sorry that happened,” Evan said. Tommy had told him about how his mother had died when he was about 6 years old, and how his home life had gone downhill after that as his father had become an alcoholic, “I’m glad you still have something that reminds you of her.”

     Tommy let Evan hold him, feeling his warmth, Jeremy tucked in close to his chest, “I might not have it for long anyways,” Tommy said, “You saw what he looked like. He’s seen better days. I think his best days were back when I was a child. Soon he’s just going to fall apart like most things in my life and I’ll lose the last shred of my Mom.”

     Tommy felt tears welling up, but he refused to let them fall. He would not cry over this. He would remain strong, “You won’t lose the last shred of your Mom though,” Evan gave Tommy a squeeze, “She lives inside you. And you will always have her memory. Jeremy is a reminder of those memories but he’s just a thing.”

     “I know,” Tommy said, “Doesn’t make it less painful that I’ll lose him. Did you know that he’s the reason I don’t have nightmares all the time?”

     “You believe that your stuffed crow stops nightmares?” Evan sounded, “But my belief that I was cursed by a dead cowboy was silly?”

     “Oh, leave me alone,” Tommy playfully elbowed Evan, “I have my own beliefs just like you. I don’t believe in curses, but I’ve never had a nightmare so long as I have Jeremy with me. You’ve experienced my nightmares.”

     Tommy remembered when he was staying over at Evan’s place a few months ago. He felt he had his nightmares under control. He was very wrong. He had been having a flashback to his time in Iraq, he had joined the military and was working as a helicopter pilot, one of those big troop carrier types. They were flying over the desert when out of nowhere, someone fired a missile at them. Tommy saw it coming but not in time and the back of the chopper had been hit. He did everything he could to get them down safely, but they ended up crashing no matter what Tommy did. Six men died on impact. They were nowhere near a city or town. It took them 3 days to find their way back. Tommy had woken up screaming that night. Evan was freaking out about what was happening. He had no idea the PTSD that Tommy was suppressing every day, “I know,” Evan replied, continuing to hold him.

     “Lets just get some sleep,” Tommy said. He was exhausted from having to remember so many things he’s been trying so hard to keep down.

***

     Tommy was at Evan’s loft, laying in bed, waiting for Evan to finish up in the bathroom. He was ready for bed, laying in just his boxers, nothing else on. He preferred to sleep like this when at Evan’s loft. Evan kept the temperature up higher than Tommy did at his house, so it was always far too warm for him in the loft. Hot air rising and all that. Evan came out of the bathroom, dressed only in his underwear as well, and crawled into bed, “I got you something,” Evan said as he leaned over the bed to grab something from the side. Tommy was confused, “Since you don’t have Jeremy Crow while over here, I wanted you to have something to hold, maybe to keep the dreams at bay,” Evan pulled up a penguin, the size of Jeremy.

     Tommy reached out to take it from Evan. He had tears in his eyes. This was the first time someone had actually not mocked him for having Jeremy. The fact that Evan had taken the time to go out, find this penguin, just for Tommy to sleep with so he didn’t wake up screaming, which meant something to Tommy, “Evan,” was all he could manage to get out as his throat constricted as he wanted to cry.

     “He doesn’t have a name yet,” Evan replied, “I figured that you would want to name him yourself. I don’t know any good penguin movies besides Happy Feet. So, I will leave naming him to you,” Evan continued, “And if he works, would you allow me to take Jeremy to someone I found? After you showed me Jeremy, I started falling down a research hole.”

     Tommy was just staring at the penguin while Evan spoke, barely hearing what he was saying. Tommy at this moment knew that Evan was the one. The one to spend the rest of his life with. He just didn’t know how to broach the subject now. They had only been back together for three weeks, “Sorry what?”

     “I was asking if I could take Jeremy to a repair shop I found online,” Evan repeated. Tommy leaned into Evan, just staring at this new penguin, “He’s got a great online presence, lots of five star reviews on Google. I figured we could make Jeremy last awhile longer if we took him in for some repairs.”

     Tommy nodded his head absently at that, “Sounds good,” He said.

     “You seem a little out of it,” Evan asked, “Something wrong?”

     “Not really,” Tommy replied, “I’ve never had someone care about me so much. Usually, it was open mockery if anyone actually saw Jeremy. You are the first person who actually cared about me enough to not only not mock me about my crow that I sleep with, but you went out of your way to get something so that I could sleep well at your place as well.”

     “Well, you are important to me,” Evan said, “I wouldn’t have blurted out about moving in together all those months ago if I didn’t mean it. I want you to feel like you are at home here as well until the day we do decide to take the next steps.”

     Now it was Tommy’s turn to blurt things out. He shouldn’t have but he couldn’t help himself. He felt so complete now with Evan, knowing about his nightmares, how to help with them, “I love you,” Tommy said turning his head to face Evan, “I love you more than anything in this world. You are the first person who has ever taken the time to understand me. I want you to be my last.”

     Tommy watched as Evan was taken aback by his statement for a brief second, “I didn’t expect that,” a smile broke out over Evan’s face, “I love you too you fool. I figured that out months ago when I asked you to move in.”

     “We both agreed we were idiots,” Tommy said as he brought the penguin in for a tight hug. He felt similar to Jeremy, but softer, “But yes you can take Jeremy in for repairs, but only because I have Hubie here.”

     “Hubie?” Evan asked about the name.

     Tommy smiled, “Yes Hubie. I’m a child of the 80’s and 90’s. I watched a lot of Don Bluth movies. There was one about penguins and the main character is named Hubie. So, it fits.”

     “You’ll have to show me the movies that you get your names from one of these days,” Evan said, “But now lets get some sleep. It’s been a long day.”

     Tommy turned on his side, letting Evan take the Big Spoon position, holding Hubie close. A content sigh left his body as he felt this soft penguin in his arms, and Evan’s arms pulling him close. This was the perfect ending to a wonderful day.

***

Note: So yeah, I admit that I still have stuffed animals. I have the stuffed Mickey Mouse I had since I as a child still in my bedroom. I also have a stuffed Penguin I sleep with named Mr. Pickles. Just something I need to sleep. If I don’t have one of them, I can’t sleep well. And yes, I am actually a 40 year old man who sleeps with a stuffed penguin. Hate all you want but you won’t change me. For the record, Jeremy Crow came from The Secret of NIMH, and Hubie the Penguin is from The Pebble and the Penguin. Both Don Bluth movies.

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Hi I have a Spencer request🙏 maybe either reader meeting his family or Spencer meeting reader's family and they're all giving them like knowing glances and talking about how cute they are and their family think they're just like the coolest❤️❤️

Seasons Greetings

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Summary: the request BUT in honor of the holiday season I have made it Christmas

Warnings: fem!reader, Christmas?, reader has the perfect family of our dreams so… sorry..😢

Genre: fluffy Christmas :)

Point of view: 2nd person

A/n: I have decided to reappear for the holidays… I’ve missed you guys AH! Finally doing requests like I promised to a month ago…😅 lmk if I should do a part two of the next day? Could be cute idk

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Working at Smosh is great, so is working with your boyfriend, you essentially get to hang out and play games with the person you care for the absolute most.

Being an actor was always your dream, so having a steady acting job that also allows time for auditions on the side is perfect.

However, the one downside of working at smosh with your boyfriend is that your family already has… an idea of Spencer.

Would you say that you’re embarrassed? Absolutely not, you’ve always loved his humor, it was one of your favorite things about Spencer since the moment you met. In fact, it made you fall in love with him.

This isn’t the first impression you had hoped for though, neither you nor Spencer had control over their idea of him thus far due to the fact that you both weren’t even in the room when the first impression occurred.

countless nights you had spent awake at ungodly hours watching every video with you or Spencer from the point of view of your family.

Maybe this was obsessive and absolutely insane, but you couldn’t help it. Spencer had no idea about this, and you had no intention of telling him either.

Now, Spencer was coming to meet your family properly this Christmas, which was so wonderful and exciting yet terrifying and nerve wracking.

Your mother had promised you over the phone that they hadn’t all formed an opinion on him already, but you knew better than that.

Knock, knock.

You make your way towards the door, opening it to a smiling Spencer with takeout in hand. You smile back at him, anxiety seemingly dissipating out of your being at the sight.

Later into the night, you and Spencer were curled up on the couch, eating Chinese food, which is now placed on the coffee table, and watching “Family Guy” (his choice). His hand gently ran up and down against your arm while his head nuzzled against your neck.

“Only two days until Christmas.” Spencer stated, moving to look over at you. He studied your expression, it was hard to tell what you were feeling.

You nod, “I know, are you excited to finally meet my family?” You say this in a joking tone, but a part of you is searching for a real answer.

He adjusts his glasses slightly before speaking, “well, if they’re anything like you, then no.” This lightened your mood, while also getting an eye roll out of you.

Both of your laughs echo through your apartment, you push him off of you playfully. “No- okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He laughs, pulling you back towards him.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Okay, you want my serious answer?”

You nod.

“Yes, I am excited, if not a little frightened to be completely honest.” He admits.

You shake your head, running your fingers gently through his curls. “Spence, you don’t have to be scared. My mom loves everyone and my dad pretty much thinks you’re the funniest guy alive already.”

Spencer tilts his head, “he does?“

“Yeah.”

“Has he, like… watched our videos?” You could tell this freaked Spencer out a little, one could only imagine which insane jokes he was beginning to regret.

You didn’t want to bring it up or say anything, this was supposed to be something you exclusively stressed about. You knew the second Spencer heard this he would start overthinking.

“Hey, I know that look. Stop it. Yes, they all watch the channels. They really do seem to love it, though.” You scoot closer to him, tucking your legs under you so you can face him. “You will see, my brother is just like me, they’re used to the humor.”

He still looks stunned, despite your reassurance. “Yeah, okay.”

You let out a sympathetic laugh, “aw, buddy, I promise it’s gonna go fine.” You pull his head into your chest, rubbing his back to comfort him, the last thing you wanted was for him to get into his own head.

“Why do I have to make so many misogynistic jokes?” He sigh, laughing at his own immaturity.

“They know it isn’t real, it’s very obvious. Besides, we can worry about that in a few days. For now let’s just relax.”

-time skip, Christmas Eve-

You arrived at your parents house in the evening, the chill breeze hitting your cheeks as you stepped out of your car. Your scarf was assisting in keeping your face warm, although it did not quite suffice.

Spencer, ever the gentleman, closed the car door behind you just as he had opened it before to let you out. As you made your way up the door, Spencer’s grip tightened around your hand.

You knock, this is it.

Your mother pulls the both of you in for a tight hug, something Spencer hadn’t expected by the look of his eyes widening.

“Oh, you must be Spencer! It’s so good to see you both!” She holds on for a bit too long, “don’t be shy, come in! Oh, (y/n), I have so much to tell you about your aunt Carol! Her hair is bright purple.” She looked at you like it was the most serious news she’d ever relayed.

You chuckle, looking back at Spencer. “It’s nice to see you too, mom.” You guide Spencer into the warm house.

“Thank you so much for having me, you have a lovely home.” Spencer says with a nervous smile.

“Oh, don’t be so formal! Spencer, why don’t you go into the living room, I need (y/n)’s help in the kitchen.” She begins pulling you away as you shoot your boyfriend an apologetic yet reassuring look.

Spencer was now stranded, he sat on your parent’s couch hesitantly. He didn’t want to see like he was making himself too at home. For a few minutes alone, Spencer pondered his next interactions with your family.

He was interrupted when a large man entered the room, “my boy!” Spencer looked around as to say ‘who, me?’ And once he realized he was the only one in the room he stood. “Well, I assume you’re the famous Spencer Agnew? The one dating my daughter?”

Spencer immediately swallowed, now realizing that he was meeting your father for the first time. “Oh- yes, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you.” He nodded.

Your father approached Spencer, towering over him, as most do. Spencer looked up at the man, he reached out his hand to shake. Spencer immediately reciprocated.

“Nice to meet you too, although I feel like I already have. I’ve seen the videos, you’re a funny kid.” He plops onto the couch, putting his feet up on the ottoman.

“Thank you, that means a lot.” Spencer smiles, gently sitting down on the sofa as well.

An awkward silence.

Spencer searches for something to say, anything. He hates when his mind goes blank during conversation, which never happens when he’s comfortable and with people he knows well, he is not used to this.

“So, the weather-“

“Okay, dinner is ready.”

Saved by the bell, you and your boyfriend sit around the table with your family. Your younger brother now joins you for the meal, steak and potatoes.

“This is really good, mom.” You compliment her before taking a sip of your wine. You ask your brother, “how’s school?”

“Pretty good, Jeremy finally traded me that Pokémon card I wanted.” Before you know it, him and Spencer are engaged in a thrilling conversation, ending in him promising to look at your brother’s card collection after dinner.

You can see in your father’s eyes how much he admires the fact that Spencer is entertaining this, your brother was hard to get along with so when he likes someone it’s meaningful. Not many people are willing to accommodate his special interests and demanding attitude, but Spencer had always been very patient with children… and with you.

“So, you two met through work? That’s how your grandparents met, you know. They always said ‘if you can work together without killing each other, you’re ready for marriage.’ Oh, I can just picture you walking down the aisle in that dress you cut out in that little scrap book of yours. I know, I said I wouldn’t snoop anymore but I can’t help it! Besides, it would look beautiful on you. Speaking of weddings, did you get the invitation for your cousin Linda’s engagement party? Guess who she didn’t invite? Aunt Jane! Oh, I still just have so much to tell you, but I digress. Honey, could you pass me the salt?”

The other four of you at the table exchanged glances for a moment, holding in your laughs. Your mother had always been a rambler, it was nice to get Spencer in on that family inside-joke now.

After dinner, and the Pokémon card museum, you both unloaded your luggage with the help of your father and headed upstairs toward your childhood room.

As you said goodnight to your parents, You felt a weight lift off. It’s over, and it went amazingly.

You and Spencer were alone now, you looked at each other and both sighed. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

“No, you’re right,” he brings you in for an embrace, “that went super well. Thanks for bringing me.”

“Of course, Spence. I feel closer to you now that I’ve shown you a big part of my life.” You pull away, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Me too, that was fun.” His gaze shifts to the room around you. “It might be hard for the both of us to fit in that twin bed though.”

You grimace, “yeah, I didn’t think about that…”

Spencer makes his way through the room, studying each surface. “What’s this? Ooo, the famous wedding scrapbook!” He smirks at you, giggling to himself.

“Spencer, put that down! I’m serious.”

[nickeverdeen]

Mission Saved | Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Pairings: Kate x reader (romantic), Yelena x reader (family), Peter x reader (platonic), Kate x Yelena (platonic), Kate x Peter (platonic), Yelena x Peter (platonic)

Type of fic: Comedy, Fluff, Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Little out of character for almost everyone, light smut implication

Summary: It’s Christmas and Kate thought it wouldn’t be a big of a deal to leave you alone for them while she goes on a mission, but her two companions manage to open her eyes.

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The small apartment felt emptier than usual. You had just finished decorating the little Christmas tree you managed to squeeze inside, and as you sat down, your phone buzzed. It was Kate, her voice coming through with warmth but also with a tinge of something you knew too well—regret.

“I’m sorry, babe. I don’t think I’ll be home for Christmas,” Kate said from the other end of the call. You glanced at the tree, the lights blinking softly, and tried your best to hide the sadness in your voice.

“It’s okay, Kate,” you replied, forcing a smile she couldn’t see. “We can always make it up next year.”

But Kate wasn’t an idiot—she knew that this wasn’t just about “next year.” The disappointment was unmistakable, even if you didn’t openly protest. Before she could say anything, though, you hung up, leaving her staring at her phone in surprise. You had never done that before.

The next day, Kate found herself in a jet on the way to another mission, accompanied by Peter Parker and Yelena Belova. The ride was uneventful until Yelena, clearly bored, turned her attention to Kate, her eyes narrowing as she studied her friend.

“Did my sister break up with you?” Yelena asked bluntly, her tone lacking any hint of tact.

Kate’s heart sank at the question. “No, she didn’t break up with me,” she said, her voice defensive. Yelena’s bluntness had struck a nerve.

“Then why are you here?” Yelena pressed on, frowning. “Why aren’t you home?”

Peter, who had been quietly listening, gave Kate a confused look. “Yeah, it’s Christmas. Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?”

Kate stammered, trying to explain. “I—I mean, it’s just a mission. It’s not like a big deal, right?” She felt the uncertainty grow as she spoke, her words falling flat.

Yelena’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she exchanged a look with Peter. “Not a big deal?” she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. “It’s Christmas, Kate. You left her alone on Christmas. Do you know how sad she’s been lately?”

Kate felt her heart drop, her stomach churning with anxiety. She had noticed how you’d been down lately, but she hadn’t realized just how much her absence was affecting you. Peter shook his head, his expression full of disappointment.

“Do you at least have presents for her?” he asked, hoping Kate had something planned.

Kate stayed quiet, her face flushing in embarrassment. Both Peter and Yelena groaned in frustration, exchanging exasperated looks.

“Okay, that’s it,” Yelena said, standing up and grabbing the communicator. “We’re holding off the mission. Backup will take care of it.” She turned back to Kate, her eyes softening slightly. “You need to go home and fix this.”

Peter nodded, giving Kate a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “She loves you, Kate. Just go make it right.”

As soon as they had the mission covered, Yelena set the jet’s direction back to New York, determined to help Kate save her relationship. The flight back was tense, Kate’s mind racing with fears that you might be done with her for good. Peter did his best to calm her down, reminding her of all the good memories you shared and assuring her that you still loved her.

When they landed, Kate hurried off, waving a quick goodbye to Yelena and Peter as she made her way to her car. She drove fast—too fast—earning herself a speeding ticket along the way, but she couldn’t care less. She needed to make this right.

Kate rushed through the stores, buying anything she knew you’d mentioned wanting—gifts she hoped would make you smile. When she finally arrived at your shared apartment, her heart sank at the sight. The place was quiet, the festive decorations feeling hollow without you there to enjoy them. She found you lying on your bed, petting Lucky absentmindedly, neither of you showing any sign of excitement.

“Hey,” Kate called softly, stepping inside with bags and a box of pizza in her hands. “I brought pizza for dinner.”

You looked up, surprised to see her here, but you didn’t move to greet her. Instead, you stayed on the bed, unsure of how to feel. Lucky, on the other hand, jumped up, wagging his tail as he ran over to greet Kate.

Kate’s heart ached at the sight of you, your usual warmth replaced with uncertainty. She put the bags down, her words spilling out in a rush. “I’m so, so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you. I’m a terrible girlfriend. Please, please don’t break up with me. I promise I’ll never leave you alone on Christmas again, or any other important day—”

You got up, crossing the room in a few quick strides, and pressed your lips against hers, cutting her off. Kate froze for a moment before relaxing into the kiss, her arms wrapping around you tightly.

When you finally pulled away, you gave her a small smile. “You’re forgiven, Kate. Just… don’t do it again, okay?”

Kate nodded, her eyes glistening with relief. “I promise.”

Slowly, the heaviness in the room began to lift. You both moved to the living room, exchanging gifts and decorating the tree together. You put on some Christmas music, the familiar tunes filling the apartment as you laughed together. Kate still felt a twinge of guilt, but seeing you smile made her feel a little better.

She had also picked up matching Christmas sweater pajamas for the two of you, and after dinner, you went to take a shower, changing into the cozy PJs afterward. When you returned, you found that Kate had set up the couch with fluffy blankets and pillows, your favorite movie ready to play. She handed you a mug of hot cocoa, her eyes soft as she watched you.

You smiled, your heart warming at the sight. “You really went all out, huh?”

Kate shrugged, a small grin tugging at her lips. “Only the best for you.”

You settled on the couch together, cuddled up under the blankets as the movie began. Halfway through, Kate took a picture of the two of you, sending it to Peter and Yelena with the caption: Mission saved.

A moment later, Yelena’s response came through: Did you get a head?

Kate choked on her cocoa, quickly typing back a no before turning the group chat off, her cheeks flushed. You looked up at her, curious. “What’s up?”

Kate shook her head, giving you a smile. “Nothing important.”

You snuggled closer, your head resting on her shoulder as you whispered, “Merry Christmas, Kate.”

Kate pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, her arms tightening around you. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

Lucky jumped up onto your lap, curling up and falling asleep as you both smiled, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a blanket. Despite everything, this was perfect—and Kate knew she’d never take it for granted again.

[elainsgirl]

if anything, nesta and cassian gave "just lust" more than azriel and elain but nobody says nothing about that. acosf was a porn book, im sorry. the end was the only good part.

Hey anon 🫶

🗣️ SPEAK ON IT 🗣️

Literally majority of acosf was just Nesta and Cass doing each other. I distinctly also remember Feyre and Rhys agreeing to a physical only relationship for a bit of acomaf. No where in Acosf do we see Cassian planning a future with Nesta. Yet they want to hate on Azriel - someone who feels unworthy and at that point, didn’t even know if Elain wanted him the way he wanted her - for not planning some elaborate future with Elain? Make it make sense - wait you can’t because once again, this just proves anti-elriel arguements do not make sense and can be so easily disproven.

What I find ironic - Antis love calling Azriel entitled for simply questioning why Elain and Lucien are mates which in itself is not even entitlement but whatever, yet they wanted him to have planned out an entire life with Elain, without her imput or even knowing if she likes him back. And if he had done so… it would have made him…entitled. They are no were near consistent with their arguments. How tf are they criticising him for one thing yet want him to do said thing to prove he has “deep” feelings for Elain ?

“its just lust” - if that was the case, they would have already had a relationship. What was stopping them? After all its just superficial lust. They wouldn’t have cared about the consequences or beaking apart as their relationship wouldn’t have been deep enough for either of them. And this whole lust arguement makes Az seem stupid - which he isn’t. Do they really think he would risk losing Lucien as an ally or have a bloodduel initiated, just bcs he wants to do Elain? He moved on from Mor after 500 years just bcs he now wants Elain? Who he didn’t even know wanted him back *that* way yet was still falling for her? If you actually think logically, it makes 0 sense.

God forbid that man wanting to beg on his knees for Elain. Antis act as though its such a heinous crime. “We wanted to see Az care about Elain!” Then go reread the books. The bonus was there to mirror Wings & Ember, proof Az and Elain are attracted to each other the way all romance couples should be. But then again what would antis know about the characters in a ship actually wanting each other physically?

This is a NA series. You will get explicit thoughts from each character. If you can’t handle that, then maybe the spin-offs aren’t for you. Antis purposely act as though the bonus is the only elriel moment we have. They’ve based elriel entirely on the bonus instead of the books + bonus, and I get why they do it. If they admit elriel have had caring moments pre-acosf then their entire foundation for not supporting elriel falls down.

every single anti arguement unravels so easily when you just apply basic common sense and logic to it.

[el-dritchknight]

something about "not sorry for loving you" and "would you fall in love with me again" are just amazing narrative foils.

how the latter is a more balanced duet filled with questions as odysseus *asks* penelope if she's willing to give him a chance after everything he's done, after all that time spent apart.

how the former is calypso's declarations that she (thinks she) loves him in all that she (thinks she's) done for him, in all that time spent (trapped) together on their island.

how "not sorry for loving you" has calypso cutting odysseus off, setting the standards for her monologue until she says, "For once, I wish you would lie and say--" "I love you." (a solitary statement that most theorize to be another lie from the king of ithaca)

how "would you fall in love with me again" is a more balanced duet with both sides singing in harmony. ody waits for her response, pen gives him a test and reaffirms that, despite everything, it's still him. that she loves him, as both of them sing, "I love you." in perfect harmony <3

[sris-skies]

FRIENDLY NEIGHBOUR- nicholas &team

the first time that he saw her, he dropped his mail. she was just carrying her groceries up the stairs to her apartment in a very casual outfit- a completely ordinary occasion, but there was just something about her that made him stop in his tracks, she was just so ethereal to him. nicholas watched her go into her apartment and felt his mouth go dry. since when was such a gorgeous woman living next door to him. he picked up his mail dazedly and walked into his own apartment, his dazed smile scaring the shit out of his roommate. “yo… dude, are you.. are you okay?” euijoo said hesitantly from his spot on the couch, watching nicholas all but float around their apartment. “I think i just saw a goddess” nicholas said dreamily, flopping onto the couch dramatically, his head falling into ej’s lap. “oh god not this shit again, get your delusional ass out of here” ej said, scrunching his nose and pushing nico’s head out of his lap as if repulsed by what his friend was saying. 

the second time that he saw her, it was two weeks later. she had wormed her way into his brain and stayed there for the entire time- to the point where his friends were sick of him, all of them groaning the minute nicholas opened his mouth to talk about the beautiful woman next door. this time that he saw her, nicholas was coming back home from the gym, begging internally that he didn't stink and end up grossing her out- oh god what if he smelled so bad that she decided to move out and he’d never see her ever again. in his flustered state, nicholas and the pretty woman next door made eye contact, which prompted the human embodiment of an angel to smile so sweetly at him, sending a rush through his body, his ears obviously flushing a bright red. “hey! did you just come from the gym?” she asked nicholas in a friendly manner. what. she.. she was talking to him?? him?? his mind ran blank at that realisation, only snapping out of his trance at the feeling of her gaze on his face. “uhm. oh! uh, yeah i did, sorry, do i smell bad?” he responded finally, cheering internally that he didn’t fumble the conversation with the gorgeous woman in front of him… that much at least. “no no! you don’t smell bad, i just thought that you were coming from the gym because of your clothes” the pretty and sweet woman said, reassuring him. god she was perfect. nicholas could feel cupid’s arrow shooting straight through his heart (again). he wasn’t even sure how the rest of the conversation went, but by the time he walked into his apartment, euijoo, maki and yuma took one look at his face and immediately groaned, ej holding his head in his hands, maki getting up off the couch as if to leave and yuma falling dramatically off the couch. was he really that bad? yes. yes, he was. 

the third, fourth and thirtieth time he saw and interacted with her went by in a similar fashion, the two speaking more with every interaction and nicholas- without fail- ranting about each and every one of their interactions to his friends at any available opportunity (forcibly removing decades off of their lives). it wasn’t even until three months after he’d first saw her that his little bubble was popped. there she was… the most beautiful, funny, perfect woman he’d ever met, going down the very same stairs he’d first seen her on, carrying… boxes? why the hell was she moving boxes labelled ‘glassware’- oh. oh that’s why. y/n was moving away. nicholas felt like his whole world was crashing and burning around him, his motivation for going outside of his apartment was leaving? 

y/n flashed him a quick sheepish smile as she carried the box down the stairs. “hey nico! sorry I’m taking up the space on the stairs” she laughed awkwardly. god he loved the way his name sounded falling from her lips. “oh! hi y/n! no, no that’s ok! do.. do you want some help carrying these boxes?” he responded instinctively, his soul’s need to be helpful and near to her, kicking back in. “really? oh my god, thank you so much- that’d be so helpful” y/n said, sounding so relieved, her eyes lighting up at the sound of his offer. shit she was so cute (and leaving him). not trusting his voice to not crack embarrassingly, nicholas just nodded his head, going up to climb the stairs in order to grab a box for her, his eyes widening slightly at the weight of the box as he picked it up. y/n soon joined him once more, picking up one of the bigger boxes with an ease that made his throat dry up. lord save him, she was strong too? god, this crush wasn’t going to go anywhere any time soon. 

nicholas helped y/n move her boxes silently, listening to her talk about her day and why she was moving (she’d found a better apartment for a cheaper price a few streets down from where they were now). his silence was mainly in part due to his eyes being glued to her form as she lifted and carried heavy boxes up and down their stairs, feeling so enamoured with her every second that passed, but also because he loved the way that words sounded when they rolled off of her tongue. somehow, they’d managed to bring the last two boxes down the stairs, just about to load them into the car. nicholas panicked, fuck. he didn’t have her number or even her instagram, how would he be able to keep talking with her- “would you like to go on a date with me?”- yeah, that’d do it. he opened his mouth to ask her the fateful question when he was interrupted with; “oh finally, I thought you’d never ask me out”. he blinked. he blinked again. what. oh fuck oh shit, he’d actually said that out loud and to her- oh god he was such a loser, no wonder she just… accepted it? “w-wait… you’d want to go on a date with me?” he asked, seeking confirmation that this was in fact actually happening. “well yeah, of course I would, i’ve been waiting for you to ask me for at least two weeks now” y/n laughed, shoving the last box into her trunk. “oh! oh uhm, yeah okay, erm well, i’ll pick you up on saturday at 6pm?” nicholas stammered his way through this- praying to every god out there that he didn’t fumble this heavenly opportunity. “sounds like a date, nico! see you then” y/n said, subtly flushing shyly, waving goodbye as she got into her car and drove off- leaving nicholas to stand like an idiot on the sidewalk outside their apartment complex. 

“yo! hey nico, whats up?” “i’m going on a date with y/n…” “this again? stop being so fucking delusional please it is physically paining me” “but I’m being serious!” “sure sure, we’ll just pick up some extra anti-psychosis meds on the next grocery run” “im not joking!!”

merry christmas y'all! uhm, i wrote this in the midst of moving house el oh el (hence the theme of this fic erm)

this was written as a present for @chiiyuuv as part of secret santa hehe (i was so locked in trying to finish this on time for you pookie- hope you enjoy it xx)

I did write this highly sleep deprived so I’m praying that it is actually a good piece of writing 🥰🥰🥰

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Back home p.19

Hii guyss, if you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist and if you missed part 18, here it is.

Your life in Monaco was idyllic, growing up alongside the Leclercs. But everything changes when you're forced to leave. Now, returning to the place you once called home, you're confronted with a dilemma: not one, but two Leclerc brothers vying for your heart. Old bonds and unresolved emotions collide-what will you do when the past and present merge in unexpected ways?

Charles arrived not long after your call, his worried expression softening as soon as he saw you. He stepped inside your apartment and pulled you into a warm embrace, his strong arms wrapping around you like a shield from the storm of emotions you were feeling.

“I’m here,” he murmured into your hair. “It’s going to be okay. Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it together.”

His reassurance brought tears to your eyes, but you blinked them back, not wanting to fall apart. “I’m sorry, Charles,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean for things to get so messy.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands cupping your face. “None of this is your fault,” he said firmly. “Arthur is upset, but he’ll come around. And even if it takes time, I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded, his words easing some of the tension in your chest. “Thank you,” you said softly, leaning into his touch.

Charles smiled and kissed your forehead before stepping back. “How about I cook us dinner? Something simple. We could both use a distraction.”

“You cook?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled. “Don’t sound so surprised. I can manage pasta, at least.”

The two of you ended up preparing the meal together, laughing as you navigated the cramped space of your kitchen. It wasn’t anything fancy—just a bowl of spaghetti with a quick sauce—but it felt perfect. For a while, the weight of the situation with Arthur lifted, replaced by the warmth of Charles’ presence and the comfort of his laughter.

As you ate, Charles kept the mood light, regaling you with stories from the paddock and his travels. You couldn’t help but smile, even as a small part of your mind lingered on Arthur and the tension still unresolved.

“I wish I could freeze this moment,” you said quietly as the meal wound down.

Charles reached across the table to take your hand. “We’ll have more moments like this,” he promised. “Just us.”

You nodded, holding onto his words like a lifeline.

After the meal, as the dishes sat forgotten in the sink, you and Charles found yourselves curled up on the couch. The soft glow of the lamp bathed the room in a warm light, and outside, the world seemed to quiet down, leaving only the sound of his steady breathing and the occasional murmur of the wind.

Charles had pulled you closer, your head resting against his chest as his fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair. You felt his heartbeat under your cheek, a steady, reassuring rhythm that made the weight of the world feel a little lighter.

“You’re quiet,” he said after a moment, his voice low and soothing.

“I’m just… thinking,” you replied, tilting your head to look up at him.

He smiled softly, his green eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “About?”

“Everything,” you admitted. “About us. About Arthur. About how this feels like a dream, but at the same time, it’s scary because it’s real.”

Charles’s hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “It is real,” he said, his voice steady. “And I know it’s not easy right now, but I promise, we’ll figure it out together. You don’t have to face this alone.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned into his touch. “I don’t deserve you,” you whispered.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he shook his head. “Don’t say that. You deserve everything, and I want to be the one to give it to you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them back, not wanting to break the tender moment. Instead, you shifted, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He responded immediately, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to hold you close as the kiss deepened.

When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.

“I should probably let you sleep,” he said, though the reluctance in his voice was clear.

“Stay,” you said softly, almost shyly.

He smiled, that boyish grin that made your heart flutter, and nodded. “Okay.”

You both got ready for bed, the mundane tasks somehow more intimate with him there. By the time you slid under the covers, the earlier worries seemed distant, replaced by the warmth of his presence.

Charles pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist as you nestled against him. “Bonne nuit, mon cœur,” he murmured, his voice already heavy with sleep.

“Good night, Charles,” you replied, pressing a soft kiss to his chest before settling against him.

With his heartbeat in your ear and his arms around you, the world outside faded away, leaving only the comfort and promise of his love.

The next morning came too quickly. Charles had to leave early, his schedule as demanding as ever. You walked him down to his car, the chill morning air biting at your skin as you hugged him goodbye.

“I’ll text you when I get there,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Be safe,” you replied, standing on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

Charles smiled and opened the door of his Ferrari, but the moment he stepped closer, his expression darkened. He crouched down to inspect the car, and your stomach dropped as you followed his gaze.

Two of the tires were completely slashed, the jagged cuts a clear act of vandalism.

“What the—” Charles muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Your heart pounded as you stared at the damage. “Who would do something like this?” you asked, though the answer loomed heavily in your mind.

Charles straightened and turned to you, his jaw tight. “I don’t know,” he said, though his tone betrayed his suspicion.

The weight of the situation pressed down on you, guilt and worry mixing into a nauseating cocktail. “Charles…” you began, unsure of what to say.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, his expression softening despite the anger simmering beneath the surface. “Hey,” he said gently. “This isn’t your fault, okay? We’ll figure it out.”

You nodded, but the anxiety gnawed at you. If Arthur was behind this, things were worse than you thought. And as much as you wanted to believe it wasn’t him, the lingering tension from your conversation the day before left you with little doubt.

“I’ll call a tow truck and get this sorted,” Charles said, pulling out his phone. “Go back inside. I don’t want you standing out here in the cold.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted, his lips quirking into a small smile despite the situation. “I’ll handle this. You don’t have to worry.”

Reluctantly, you nodded and headed back inside, though the worry stayed with you. As you watched Charles from the window, talking to someone on his phone, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

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[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

father ts personal project?

i wanted to post a character i made to go along with one of my friends characters, so this is me posting it!

please note he is supposed to be an OVER EXAGGERATION of the tcc and what people think we are like. its not serious/how i see anyone - its all just jokes.

Kenneth Dylan Ainsley

18 years old

he/him

homosexual

୭ 💽 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 📓

dylan was born into jewish, average american family and grew up lower-middle class. he lived(s) in a mediocre neighborhood in a somewhat okay house. its falling apart, but is good for the time being.

his parents fight constantly like the average american couple and theyve subjected dylan and his younger brother, mason.

his life isnt very eventful and he tries his best to keep it that way.

hes close with his grandparents who he calls “bubbe” and “zayde”. they are both retired school teachers and they help him with his extensive school work and school applications. he spends a lot of time at their house in the guest bedroom, but when his parents saw his columbine tattoos he was disowned and kicked out. he went to go live with his grandparents.

he no longer believes in judaism but instead believes in reincarnation and spirituality. he hopes to he reborn as black cat.

୭ 💽 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 📓

dylan is 5’7 and rather chubby, weighing about 155 pounds rather then the average 148 for his height.

he has shaggy, long brown hair that almost looks black and he has plenty of acne and freckles on his face and body.

he wears brown, thin framed glasses and lots of flannel shirts with leather coats and jeans. he wears boots mostly as well and sometimes he will wear band shirts or ones that correlate with bis favorite crime cases.

he has self harm scars all over his body as well all varying in how bad they are. he has some words and symbols carved in as well.

he doesnt seem the type, but he also has tattoos. he has dirk striders shoulder tattoo as well as dylans cross and “wrath” tattooed on his body. he also has erics shotgun and dylans tec-90 tattooed.

he struggles with mental health disorders and asthma #nerd and is on a slue of medications and he always has an inhaler with him.

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dylan owns three pets. two rats and one black cat all respectively named “juke” “joint” and “jezebel” after the kmfdm song.

dylan is constantly studying and working on school applications. hed rather be doing that then hanging out with friends or meeting people. he cares too much about his grades and future. his grandparents try to push him to go out but he doesnt.

he is a total nerd and he loves superheroes and all of that kind of stuff. he collects comic books and cds and loves to watch shows like southpark and the simpsons.

he also really likes homestuck and the tcc. his favorite homestuck character is dirk strider and his favorite case is columbine.

he runs a blog website under the name “naturalwrath” and he frequently visits tumblr as well. he fangirls over dylan and his entire blog is facts and information about him as well as talking about how much he wants to date him. he has a delusional attachment to him.

he plays dnd and had a homestuck themed campaign with some of his nerdier friends.

when dylan falls in love, he falls in love HARD. he gets paranoid and obsessive, but he doesnt do anything with it. he typically just gets celebrity crushes and stalks famous people online.

when in relationships he is very distant and unavailable. hes terrible at them, but during sex he will be like a dog at the foot of your bed. he has a thing for worshipping his sexual partners and being treated as a follower.

his entire self esteem and mood depends on his relationships. if he gets broken up with then good luck getting him to even get out of bed.

he doesnt show ANY of this. on the outside he seems like a stuck up, lonely nerd who hates everyone and only wants to be in his books. he comes off incredibly boring and lame basically.

he had dated another boy named sascha who was an active juggalo. he reminded dylan of gamzee as well as the fact he had the same name as kmfdms lead singer so he was instantly hooked on him, but they werent good together.

they broke up eventually and it had made dylan spiral and be more on edge and agitated. he still kept all of his old clothes, pictures, and face paint containers too. it didnt help him feel better - it just kept him stuck in the past.

they broke up over the phone and dylan couldnt stop sobbing while begging sascha to give him a second chance, but he didnt.

he craves romance and sex so much that it would crush him and anyone hes with. hes so overbearing when it actually comes down to it/when hes not being totally distant.

he keeps several journals and notebooks for all of his thoughts and ideas. he then types them all out onto his blogs. sometimes he will print and cut out pictures of dylan and eric to put in his journal and he’ll rant about how cute they were and how much he misses them. its his coping mechanism.

hes into fandom spaces in general and sometimes he likes to do very basic cosplays and draw fanart.

on the note of drawing, he likes to draw his crushes as well. anytime he has a crush or partner thats all he will draw

sometimes his grandparents go out of town (more often then not) so he frequently has the house to himself. when he does he will typically wear his “wrath” tshirt and will blast kmfdm and other bands they enjoyed all while still studying and doing his nerdy things. he definitely wears that shirt to sleep too and holds onto a “natural selection” tshirt while he does.

he doesnt like drugs or alcohol or smoking, but on occasion he will indulge in cigarettes and vodka for the obvious reasons.

hes incredibly autistic if that wasnt clear yet.

he keeps razor blades, bandaids, and money in the back of his phonecase.

his ex boyfriend, sascha, made him earrings of dylans cross and he constantly wears them even though theyve broken up now. its just another thing for him to hold onto.

he works at a local used record/cd store and hes always breaking the rules and saving the cds and cool things that they get in.

he likes to bake and he uses that as his love language, although he doesnt have anyone to give it to so he typically eats what he makes anyway.

overall, his only coping mechanisms are cutting, eating his own baked goods, and blogging about school shooters.

he changed his name to dylan so that he would be more like dylan klebold. its his life mission to be like him.

he has a scent kink and loves the smell of sweat and cigarettes, but he would pretend he thinks its gross.

he pretends like he doesnt care in general, but he gets extremely hurt and upset easily. sometimes it all just spills out and he has a breakdown, but otherwise it seems like he has nothing else going on.

he has his drivers license and drives an old, red van that sort of looks like this. he keeps all of his tcc related things in there (clothes, books, etc) because he doesnt want his grandparents to find it too like his parents.

he uses an old busted up laptop that his littered with stickers and can barely run, but it works for his blogging needs. like this, but way more fucked up

he carries around an old backpack thats dirty and ripped up with plenty of pins and patches on it. kind of like this.

[phpruitts]

Rafael promised to stay still.

There's the crackle of paper as Phoebe works the bandage from its casing, but even as she removes the large patch she can feel Rafael's eyes on her— they rest over her, heavy and warm, and as Phoebe crouches there, eying the wound, the best placement of the bandage, she can feel all sorts of funny things shift around in her chest.

He was funny like that. Intimidating to the rest of this city, and intimidating to Phoebe, but not out of any sense of self-preservation— Phoebe wasn't afraid for her life, nothing like that.

No, Phoebe was concerned about her heart. Concerned about how he made it swoop. Concerned about how he made it free fall, like a bird dropping right from the sky. No hook-up had ever done this to her before. Phoebe had long ago admitted to herself this wasn't just a hook-up. In between searing kisses, the crack of sudden laughter, in between tangled legs, and dinners, lowlight and candlelight and sunlight. Yeah. There was only so long she could deny that.

The bandage in her hand wobbles and flaps once she realizes Rafael is shifting towards her, beautiful and inevitable— like a planet moving closer in its orbit.

No scolding escapes her lips, though, she doesn't command him to stay still. Not right now.

No, Phoebe just closes her eyes, sighs, almost imperceptibly, when her mouth touches his.

Oh, this chased away the emptiness of her apartment. This banished all the thoughts she had earlier today, the loneliness embedded deep in her gut, the ache within her that only could be satisfied by Rafael. She could have kissed two dozen men. She could have received a thousand gifts, or thousands of dollars at work from strange men. Absolutely none of that would satiate the great, terrible ache of her heart that could only think of Raf.

Phoebe feels the point of his nose drag along the side of hers.

'Sorry. I should mention that I've always been really bad at staying still.'

And Phoebe doesn't answer at first.

She's debating something. Debating imaginary lines, and what constitutes crossing over them. For a minute she just stares at his face— lovely golden skin, eyes that looked like the darkest part of a storm cloud, blue and steely and just perfect.

Eventually Phoebe can't help herself. She needs to indulge, and if she feels embarrassed after, or mortified, or something. Oh well. At least she was letting herself feel something. Too long had she deadened her emotions while in survival mode.

Phoebe, still biting at her lip, raises her free hand and uses it to stroke the smooth plane of Rafael's cheek. She pets it for a minute, brushes her thumb against the side of his face with a low exhale. Yeah. That felt intimate. That felt... amazing. She grins, and for a half-second she doesn't even think on whether Raf thought it was too much; too intimate, too soft and loving to allow from a hook-up.

But then a small splinter of self-consciousness digs into her side. Phoebe kisses him to soothe it, humming into the kiss and inhaling hard as if the extra oxygen might help her corral her thoughts. And yet her heart keeps thudding.

"I don't mind the moving..." she admits. Her hand hovers near the now-cleaned wound, bandage still balanced carefully in her palm. "... I just don't want to mess anything up. Leave a scar..."

“...You're always super nice to me....”

Yeah. Rafael was very nice to Phoebe, nicer than he’d ever been to someone that he was sleeping with. This had been the longest, most consistent connection that Rafael had ever had with a romantic partner. It’d always just been about the sex, the stress relief, the pleasure. And with Phoebe — well. He’d shown up at her apartment with no expectations of anything at all, really.

He’d just wanted to see her.

When Phoebe finally leaned forward, offering Rafael a proper kiss on the mouth, he felt his entire body relax. He’d missed her all day, hadn’t he? He’d missed her since the last time that he saw her.

But Rafael didn’t know how to fess up to it. The feelings were completely foreign, and oftentimes, they paralyzed him. Rafael sat on the edge of the couch, still inches away from Phoebe’s face. He stared at her mouth — her beautiful, perfect lips that were sweeter than honey.

He swallowed. She needed him to be perfectly still.

“Okay,” he replied in a whisper. “I can stay still.”

Rafael could’ve watched as she finished cleaning the wound or unwrapped a fresh bandage, but his eyes were stuck on Phoebe. Phoebe and her perfect features. Nothing was ever out of place. Her eyelashes were always perfectly curled. Her cheeks a nice, warm pink color. Even the way her hair fell onto her shoulders was effortless and. Just. Perfect.

Rafael hadn’t noticed that he’d been leaning forward in a bit of a daze. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape as his body gravitated toward Phoebe. It was physically impossible to fight against.

In other words, he wasn’t sitting perfectly still, the way he’d promised.

His mouth found hers in a matter of nanoseconds. He lips brushed against hers in a quiet, deep kiss. This wasn’t going to get him bandaged up any quicker, but it didn’t matter if it was delayed for a few seconds. He’d missed her, and it was the first time that Rafael had missed anyone that wasn’t family.

When he finally pulled away, he brushed his nose against hers. He leaned in again. Resisted the urge to kiss her a third time. He should let her finish applying the bandage, and then he could kiss her all that he wanted, right?

"Sorry. I should mention that I've always been really bad at staying still."

[a-vicious-faithless-angel]

"New habits of yours?" Woods asked, quietly watching the smaller male trace his fingers through the lines on his palms. Hackett didn't look up, nor did he stir or stop. "Don't mind it do ya? Haven't said anything since I've started." Hackett chuckled, his fingers stopping in the middle of his hand.

Woods tilted his head, a soft smile spread across his face. "I don't mind. Haven't thought about it too much." Noticing the way Hackett placed another finger into his palm, carefully gliding it up to his wrists.

"What made you start this?" Hackett gave a quick glance before he muttered, "Dunno, like it tho. Feels nice doesn't it?" Woods sighed, he wouldn't nor could he deny, it did feel good. It felt nice, felt safe. There was a lot of thoughts and emotions that poured into him when it happened he felt suddenly so unfamiliar with. A foggy mirror of unknown, it felt like another thing he should have remembered, but luck didn't seem to be his way.

"It feels nice." He mumbled in response. Hackett chuckled, and he knew why but the two sat there quietly anyway. His calloused fingers spread over healed scars. It was odd, it felt as though it should have brought a feeling of disgust. Someone tracing the same scars he inflicted on himself, but it never did.

Woods would watch the way Hackett's fingers traced his palms, traced carefully around scars outlining them. Sometimes he thought about doing the same, wondering how the smaller male would react to his hands tracing his scars with the same care he did. He never did it. He wasn't sure if he could, or if he'd ever be able too.

Slowly, Hackett's hand sunk back his palm, however this time, his fingers linked with his. Woods looked up, blue eyes meeting green ones. "is this another habit of yours?" He smiled, chuckling when Hackett scoffed.

"Want me to stop then?" "No." Woods quickly answers, this time being one to get laughed at. Mentally commenting on how desperate he seemed not to separate. Hackett leaned into Woods shoulder, his thumb rubbing gently.

"I don't know the last time I ever did this." Woods admitted, "Me either." "It...it feels weird doesn't it?" "A bit, but it's a comfortable weird." Woods didn't dare look up, wanting to bask in the sight of something that felt so foreign. Maybe he was afraid to look up, maybe if he did his eyes would be lying to him, time and time again.

Hackett chuckled weakly, tightening his grip, "Some sappy romantic shit huh?" Woods couldn't trap the laugh that left him, running his hand swiftly through his hair. "Two grown men holding hands in hell together is romantic enough for you Hackett?" "Dunno, could be a lot worse, could be 100 percent fuckin better."

"Wish it was better." Woods whispered, under his breath, he thought no one heard. "Maybe some day it will." Hackett responded plainly.

It was silent after that. Neither dared speak, not wanting to break what little they had for now. Sitting side by side, comfortably close, Hackett traced the veins on Woods hand. Woods watching, with yearning wrapped around him.

For something unknown.

[bunnieswithknives]

OK JUST A LITTLE THING BECAUSE IM INSANE @cubbihue

Song: Plastic by Cheekface

[aq2003]

really love how throughout a lot of smith and jones martha is really skeptical and apprehensive towards ten (+ one of my favorite exchanges between them - "what, people call you 'the doctor'?" "yeah?" "well, i'm not. far as i'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."), not taking everything he says at face value, even doubting the fact he's an alien until over halfway through the episode.. And like. i really truly think the thing that wins her over isn't him kissing her or any of the other insane mixed messages he manages to send, it's this scene here, where he /earns that title/ in her eyes:

(+ david's bit in the commentary, where he says: "[the doctor] has actually sacrificed himself, and - i would say, that that final act of selflessness is what finally, eventually, welds martha to him. [...] and she now returns it. she returns that act of selflessness.")

this is what their relationship is built on. it isn't about martha being the second-best replacement to rose or a rebound or whatever. bc it isn't really about rose. it's about doctor-in-training martha meeting someone (quite literally, "the doctor") whose ideals she aspires to, and doing her best to be the same person to him as he is to everyone else. it's about ten in return admiring her intelligence and inquisitiveness and how she cares for human life, recovering his compassion, letting himself lean on her for support - and then remembering at the most inopportune moments that he's supposed to not need anyone and be on his own forever. And around in their little nightmare loop they go where they save each other over and over until one of them breaks

i've seen ppl look at martha and go "why she does she admire/why is she so in love with ten if he acts like that to her?" or something along those lines and like. it's not just the fact she's in love with him (in fact i'd argue she actively tries to push it aside post-gridlock). it's the fact that she knows he's the kind of person to put everyone else's lives/well-being over his own. she trusts him to save her when she's in trouble even though it's been like two days at most that they've known one another bc she recognizes that same "deep all-encompassing drive to help others" in him. and she also recognizes, much much earlier than him, that he needs someone to save him, especially when he's unwilling to save himself. and yeah for a bit she thinks he returns her feelings and is just playing hard-to-get, but she realizes pretty early on that this probably isn't the case, and i think that realization fully solidifies here:

(this is when she's listening to ten talk abt gallifrey). And idk it might just be me but i think this expression isn't just her empathizing with his loss. it's also guilt, for wanting something from him that he's clearly unable to give when he's wracked with so much grief. (and you see it in the next episode, where tallulah asks if they're together and martha says for certain that they're not, and that he doesn't know about her feelings for him. she keeps everything to herself bc she now knows that when he shut her flirting down at the end of 3x01 it was the genuine reaction of someone who a) isn't interested and b) is scared of getting close with someone else again)

freema described their dynamic as "she's keener than him" and i think about this all the time. martha doesn't really take what ten throws at her. what she does instead is constantly poke holes in his already-failing front of "i will show someone the wonders of the universe so i can ignore what is wrong with me". what she does is stand up and fight him when he tries to go off on his own. what she does is put aside her well-being in favor of helping someone - just like what she saw him do for the people in the hospital when they first met. tldr, that's the doctor and his doctor and rip martha you would've loved who's gonna save u now by rina sawayama

[if-we-are-free-tell-me-why]

every time I hear someone say "oh you have to listen to Dear Evan Hansen it has such good mental health representation" I cry in Next to Normal

[quaranmine]

i know we're always talking about how grian kills his allies and thinkng about how that might affect the bad boys but consider if jimmy actually kills grian this time around.

just consider this idea for a moment for me. i know it's outlandish. but what if jimmy kills grian this time around

[kairithemang0]

they find each other in every universe

they lose each other in every universe