#charlie writes

[the-ace-with-spades]

So, I imagine that Soap is around 5'11, which is not short at all, even if it seems so if you look at the people he works with.

However, from his whole family, he is the tallest.

His da is 5'8, his brother is 5'9, his sisters are 5'2 and 5'3 and his mam is 5' nothing. To his family, Johnny is not only tall but also overgrown.

(This is also why entering the military was a shock to the system --- Soap was used to being pretty tall if not the tallest person around and then boom, he's smol)

The first time Soap takes Ghost to his family home, he is instantly named a giant. Literally, his mam when she sees him says something along the lines of 'and I thought my boy was a giant' and his da makes the typical joke of 'what does the army feed you?' and one of Soap's sister says she 'woulda climb him like a tree too if she had the chance' and his brother goes all 'was gonna give the fella a shovel talk but I think he's too big too bury by myself any case'. Soap is so embarrassed by them but Ghost is awkwardly shy anytime his height is pointed out.

On top of it, he tries to help Soap's mam in the kitchen (I like to think he likes to cook) and there is the comical image of her, standing there tiny at 5'0 and Ghost towering over her at 6'3 or 6'4 (Soap's not sure, Simon slouches often) and trailing behind her as she orders him around. There's literally a moment when she goes to grab herself a step ladder to reach something on the top shelf and Ghost just stretches his arm a bit and gets it for her. She might or might not ask if he can dust the cobwebs from the corners of the ceilings she can't reach herself. (Ghost dusts the cobwebs, duh, even if Johnny can't snicker at him enough).

Johnny's brother uses Ghost's height to make his kid eat his veggies, 'if you eat your veggies, you're going to grow as tall as him'. Ghost goes along with it.

The kids in general treat him like a walking jungle gym --- especially because he's not only tall but also strong enough to function as a walking jungle gym. One of Soap's nieces who used to love piggyback rides from him now insists Ghost has to be the one because he makes her feel taller than Soap does.

They're supposed to sleep in Soap's childhood bedroom and Soap's da brings in an ottoman and a couple of pillows so Ghost's feet 'don't stick out'. Soap laughs it off until he realizes that Ghost's feet would, in fact, stick out from his tiny double bed if he slept straightened out.

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Attached at the Hip

Steddie!Dads

Notes: ok I kind of ran away with this but basically: girldad!techer!Steve (also little league coach) and boydad!mechanic Eddie having kids who are besties and both of them are sick of the heteronormative bullshit other parents at the school put on their kiddos

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, glasses dangling from his other hand, as the first grade classroom reached a fever pitch. The excitement for the first day of nice weather was clear, and recess was just a few short minutes away. The kids were supposed to be having free work time, but they had all gathered around the windows watching the kindergarteners play. There were complaints about the “babies” tearing up the nice new mulch and excited squeals about the colorful equipment that had been added to parts of the playground in a much needed renovation two weekends before. Only a few of the kids were actually doing work. Connor Munson was one of them, sitting quietly in the corner reading a fantasy book that was probably several grades higher than the average reading level in the class. 

“Alright kids, one you were just like those ‘babies’ last year and two its independent work time and you should be doing something quietly in the classroom for the next fifteen minutes. I know we are all excited, but we need to finish up the morning before we can run around.” With several annoyed huffs, the kids found their way to the small tables or on comfy spots on the floor. many took up reading, but a few pulled out some materials to do other things and Steve’s head stopped throbbing as he watched them return to a hum of excitement rather than the reverberating yelling from before. 

The first and second graders raced onto the playground, immediately swarming towards the new equipment and the screaming started almost right away. Steve and the rest of the teachers were clumped in a few different spots to ensure full coverage of the playground, quietly chatting. 

“Daddy!” Steve turned his attention to the little blonde who was running full speed, knowing he would catch her into a big tight squeeze. Claire giggled, pressing her face into his shirt. 

“Did you have a good morning?” She nodded as he set her down. 

“I told everyone how you let me bring leftover pizza for lunch!” Steve let out a chuckle, as did the other first grade teacher, Claire’s teacher in fact. 

“Well why don’t you go play. I think Connor went over that way.” Steve gestured in the direction he had seen the little boy go towards and she gave his leg a tight squeeze before skipping off. 

“Oh those two, attached at the hip. They’re an adorable little couple.” Steve tried not to let the cringe show on his face, just plastered on a little smile to keep the peace and made up an excuse to check another part of the playground. It had been going on for two years, the commentary. Connor and Claire, attached at the hip, then immediately to couple. It enraged him, and he knew it made Connor’s father angry too. The heteronormative bullshit had been pushed on Steve throughout his lifetime too, forcing it to take years longer than it should have for him to realize he definitely didn’t only like girls. He did his best with Claire at home. She knew he went on dates with both women and men, and she adored her Aunt Robin and Auntie Nancy, but Steve could see that the six year olds heard the comments. 

The rest of the day came and went. He also ate leftover pizza for lunch, not because he was such a fantastic father, but he hadn’t made it to the grocery store this weekend while he was preparing for the soccer little league. Connor loved soccer, Claire did not, but the girl still did it and Steve appreciated, maybe a little too much, the fact that Eddie Munson would be there every weekend, right where Steve could ogle him without making a playdate excuse.

“Cooooonnooooooooor.” The loud voice cut through Steve’s lack of focus and he looked up to where Eddie Munson appeared, wearing a slightly grease stained shirt, his hair tied up behind his head in, what Robin said was, a messy bun. The little boy who had been sitting beside Steve and Claire leapt out of his spot and ran to his dad, tossed into the air and then squeezed into a tight hug. 

“Hi dad.” Steve stood up, sticking out his hand for a shake as Eddie came over. 

“How was my boy today?” 

“A little angel as always,” Steve laughed, handing him Connor’s backpack. Claire had stood up too. It was a little routine they had, Steve staying after with the kids so that Eddie could finish his shift. There were a number of kids that had parents who couldn’t pick them up at 3 on the dot, since they had shifts that ended on the hour of the half hour, and with Claire and Connor wanting to spend time together, Steve had never had a problem being the teacher who stayed. And if it meant he got to see Eddie Munson one more day of the week, well five more, well no one had to know that. 

“We’re still on for this weekend?” Eddie’s eyes had gone soft and Steve did a quick look around, all of the rest of the kids and parents had gone. He gave Eddie a smile reserved only for him. 

“Always.” Sure their kids might be attached at the hip, but not because of some stupid expectation that they would fall in love when they were older, more because they were practically siblings at this point. 

[charlieisannoying]

Maybe, Maybe

George Karim x Reader

You and George find yourselves in an unfortunate situation. Who knew this would bring you to fall even more in love with him? 

Author’s notes: ok this is one of my few pieces of writing, but i am trying to write more and more. this is a very pinning!reader x almost obvious George, but they’re so sweet your honour!

The first thing you noticed was the lack of light. The whole in which you fell through was just another dark blob in your spinning field of vision. You were last in an old house... shouldn’t you feel cold? Odd. Trying to sit up and assess the situation-

‘Careful with the head. I think you bumped it pretty hard. I haven’t had the chance to read about concussions, because you know how Lockwood is and-’

George’s jacket was draped around you. George’s jacket. Okay. This was.. ok. Completely normal.

‘George, I’m fine I think’. You watched George seemed to calm a bit at your words. As your vision started to return to normal and was no longer swimming, you could look around you.

Sitting up with the help of George, you stretched a bit. It looked a lot like George had managed to put some chains around the two of you. You realised now why you weren’t cold, although this basement should be the main source of the haunting.

Of course.

George was holding you, with your head in his lap. Somehow you were thankful for the darkness around the two of you. Without George’s heat to keep you warm and toasty (and in love), you could definitely feel the chill creeping in.

‘Put my jacket on.’ You could barely see George’s face, but you hoped it wore his usual smile, reserved just for you. ‘I mean if you want to. I have my thicker sweater so it’s fine but you’re not obliged or anything... I’ll shut up now’

‘Sure, Georgie. No need to ramble. Or if you need to ramble...’

‘I know, I know. `i can always talk to you.’

Oh, how you hoped that he was blushing as furiously as you were.

With a small huff, you started preparing yourself to end the job. ‘Well Georgie, let’s finish this yeah?’ 

--<3--

You were either gonna kill Lockwood or kiss him when you arrive home.

Stupid job.

Stupid house.

What was supposed to be a simple Shade was actually a Raw-Bones. Any case would give you nightmares, but this one? You could barely stop the shiver that ran through you.

And even if it was a simple Shade, just falling through the rotting floor and hitting your head in the basement should have you angry enough.

But...

As tiring this case was, it did give you George putting your head in his lap. Yes, your brain felt as if it was pulsing behind your eyes, but you couldn’t deny how happy it made you feel to wear George’s jacket.

Sitting in a cab next to George, you felt like you could sleep for the next three days without interruptions.

‘George?’

The boy hummed in response, his eyes still closed. His lashes were so long you were often times jealous, but it didn’t make you love him less. You could just imagine tracing his nose, his lips - ok, stop. Get a grip Y/N.

George opened his eyes, staring intently at you. ‘Y/N? You were going to ask me something?’

Yes. Do you see me? Do you love me like I do? Do you-

‘Ah, yes. I, uh...’ Why were words so difficult when he looked at you? You missed the darkness of the basement. ‘I just wanted to thank you. For helping me out. And the jacket, of course’. You desperately hoped he couldn’t sense the small quiver in your voice.

If he did, he didn’t mention anything. 

That smile reserved only for you appeared on his face. ‘Yes, of course. Anything for you’. 

Sighing, you put your head on his shoulder, attempting to smother the blush you felt creeping up your cheeks. The second time in so many minutes, you wished for the darkness from your basement. The coziness. His perfume invading your senses. 

Slow, as if not to spook you, George put his head on top of yours. It most probably wasn’t comfortable, so he wanted to be nearer to you.

Closing your eyes, hope flared in your hear. Maybe...everything will turn out alright.

[jenseclaren]

Jenson and Sebastian are getting married and Nico helps with planning but the happy couple is scheming behind Nico’s back

The kitchen table in Jenson and Sebastian's apartment was filled with wedding stuff. Examples for invitations, samples for cakes, pictures of flowers. Ever since Jenson proposed and Sebastian decided that he didn't want to wait long before getting married, the table had been in that state.

Nico was sitting on top of the counter with a glass of white wine in his hand. He was already done with the undecidedness of the couple. He was beginning to regret his decision to help them with planning.

He assumed when Jenson asked him for help, he would only deal with best man stuff. What he had in mind was helping Jenson with an outfit or planning the bachelor party. He quickly realised he was there to make final decisions because both Sebastian and Jenson were impossible.

‘’We can’t have red roses at a pastel themed wedding!’’ Sebastian exclaimed, Nico chuckled into his wine. Jenson rolled his eyes, ‘’But they’re classic!’’ he resisted his fiance. Nico chuckled once again, finished his wine and jumped down from the counter.

‘’Seb is right.’’ Nico said, opening the fridge. He wasn’t even looking at the couple but he could paint a picture of Jenson’s face accurately. Offended but not enough to argue.

‘’Even Nico agrees with me and he never does!’’ Sebastian said dramatically to prove his point. Nico shrugged and joined them around the table with a new glass of wine.

‘’You’re supposed to be on my side!’’ Jenson screeched with a grin on his face, Seb started laughing and rested his head on his fiance’s shoulder. Nico shrugged again and pouted, ‘’I’m on nobody’s side, I’m neutral, like Switzerland.’’ he said.

‘’We need to move on from flowers anyway, invitation list is priority.’’ Nico continued, he didn’t wanna be this bossy when it was their wedding but he had no choice. Jenson and Seb’s understanding of wedding planning was strictly flirting, no planning.

‘’Also I got confirmation from the reception venue.’’ Nico added, his smile grew with the sight of the couple cheering and kissing each other in celebration. A fast wedding meant it was hard to get venues.

Sebastian pulled the list of people they could potentially invite but since they decided on a strictly close friends and family wedding, the list of names had to decrease drastically. Nico didn’t even realise how many people his friends knew since he felt like he knew everybody in their lives.

Jenson tilted his head so he could see the names, Nico was just sitting across them sipping his wine. He was examining the invitation card they had chosen, that one they actually needed none of Nico’s help, it was a clear decision.

Nico had gotten distracted and was not at all following the couple’s conversation on whether colleagues should be invited or not. Until he heard that name, Lewis. He flinched as the familiar name they had been avoiding for a year filled his ears again. He looked up, Seb and Jenson were staring at him. Only now noticing that they hadn’t avoided the name like they always did.

‘’He’s coming?’’ Nico asked, the couple looked at each other not knowing how to respond. ‘’Yeah.’’ Sebastian said, Nico knew Seb and Jenson were still in contact with Lewis. Sebastian and Lewis always had been close, they were even flatmates before Sebastian moved in with Jenson.

‘’For sure?’’ Nico asked, he didn’t even know what he wanted to hear. Lewis was his childhood best friend, his partner in crime for twenty years. Maybe he overreacted when he decided to move abroad but it hurt Nico so much he didn’t know what was an appropriate reaction.

He had never lived more than thirty minutes away from Lewis and now he was hours away. He didn’t even mean to cut contact after he moved away, it just happened. There was no bad blood, just haunting silence.

One last hug at the airport, few updates the first few weeks and then silence. Nico had made it about himself, Lewis seeking out an opportunity. He had tried to guilt Lewis, telling him he was leaving him alone. Both of them knew it wasn’t true. It was just that when the same person was by your side at all times, the sudden distance made him lonelier than he was.

Nico felt like Lewis moving meant that he was never as important to Lewis as Lewis was to him. It all was very unfortunate. How even though they tried to keep the connection like Lewis and Sebastian did, they were terrible at it. It didn’t feel the same, so they went silent.

What came next was Seb and Jenson stopping the updates they gave on Lewis to Nico. It was too painful for him, remembering what he lost. Then the name became a taboo, even shared memories and inside jokes disappeared.

While this was happening on Nico’s side, Jenson and Sebastian were trying to keep their friendship alive with both. The friend group impossible to separate had been separated. Nico knew this day would come, the day he would come back. It had been almost exactly a year since Lewis left, Nico no longer was angry at him for moving. He was just mourning the friendship he had. Nico missed Lewis, Jenson and Sebastian had been there when he was acting like he wasn’t hurting.

‘’Yeah, just talked to him this morning.’’ Sebastian clarified, Jenson was trying to read Nico but he had no expression sitting on his face. It was worrying because even though he was the kind of person to hide feelings, it had never been the case when it was about Lewis.

Nico nodded silently, ‘’Cool’’ he said and chugged the glass of wine sitting in front of him. He got out of his chair, without saying anything and went to the bathroom.

Seb immediately turned to Jenson. “Too strong feelings for a best friend.” he commented, Jenson nodded. It had always been an unspoken inside joke between the couple, how they thought Lewis and Nico would end up together.

“This is our chance.” Sebastian continued, Jenson raised his eyebrows. “A wedding is a perfect opportunity.” he further explained, Jenson tilted his head.

Jenson looked confused, “What?” he asked. Seb chuckled and put his one hand on his fiance’s shoulder.

“We’re gonna get them together.” Seb said, Jenson was more confused because whatever Sebastian was saying just didn’t go through his head.

“But they haven’t even talked in a year.” Jenson said, Seb smiled big. “Yes!” he cheered, Jenson didn’t understand what was so good about that statement.

“They’ve been both longing for each other for a year!” Seb said, Jenson for once felt like he was the wise one in the relationship.

“You know both, this can backfire easily.” Jenson said, Sebastian just nodded. “If we make sure that the wedding is not the first time they see each other, they will break the ice and the wedding can perform its magic.” Seb explained. Jenson wasn’t sold.

“I feel like we changed roles.” he said and Sebastian laughed. “Yeah a bit.” he smiled and gave Jenson a kiss on the cheek.

But you might have a point.” Jenson raised his eyebrows again, Sebastian smiled. “The bachelor parties, after a certain hour we can mesh them, almost all our friends are mutual anyway.” Sebastian said, Jenson nodded in agreement.

“That could work but Nico is planning my party, Kimi is planning yours.” Jenson reminded, Seb forgot about that detail and pouted.

“Then we will improvise on the day.” Sebastian said, Jenson nodded just because he didn’t have any counter agreements.

It was kind of funny how they were both so excited about getting married but the planning part was not fun for either of them. They just wanted to get on with it. Thank god Nico was a control freak that they could get away with it. He knew both of them enough to make the right decisions anyway.

“Will it be that simple?” Jenson asked, Seb shrugged, not knowing what to say. “We can hope so.” he said, Jenson pouted.

“Let’s hope so.” Jenson said right when Nico came back to the kitchen. “Hope what?” he asked, curious as always.

“Uhh.” Jenson panicked, Sebastian was quick to come to his rescue. “Kimi planning my bachelor party.” Seb said, Jenson left a suspicious kiss on his cheek as a thank you.

Nico wasn’t sold but he didn’t feel like digging in too deep. The conversation went back to the guest list, the topic of Lewis wasn’t brought back again.

Jenson and Sebastian were sure that their plan was going to work. It would be such a shame if all the love they had got wasted on miscommunication.

[charliemwrites]

I’ve been writing for the COD fandom for a month (two?) now but haven’t been advertising it because uhhhhhh I’m out of practice.

Anyway, spooky season, serial killer au, threesome, etc.

[alsofortheb0ys]

I love angst and Homelander so I really wanted to write a series on it! I'm very sorry my writing is not very good cause English is hard and I'm not really used to writing long fics but I want to start so I'm sorry if it cuts off weirds. Also I didn't proofread so lol :) ENJOY!

Homelander never felt right. Like something was missing.

Well, there was so many things missing. Parents, family, childhood, normalcy, companionship, love.

Nothing could fill the feeling of gnawing emptiness.

There were moments that made him forget. But they were just that: calm for a moment.

Sex filled the void but once a quick high faded the emptiness returned. Deep down he knew that sex didn't mean love. That people slept with either cause they were too scared to say no or they did it to manipulate him.

Fame gave him a sense of worth but knew that his fans only loved his superficial self. They wouldn't love him if they knew how he truly was. Homelander wasn't a complete idiot, he knew he had done things that most would consider morally wrong.

Their cheers drowned out the feelings of painful lonely but once again it was short lived.

Scrolling through social media and seeing the outstanding amounts of praising comments made his happiness sky rocket but once he saw the single hate comments made it crash straight to the ground.

You did nothing wrong be wanted to be treated with love.

The human part of himself speaks. The other part, the one in the mirror calls him a child. Calls him needy.

You're weak. A pathetic excuse.

It whispers.

It's love that makes him weak.

He promised himself to get rid of the burdensome dreams of belonging but most nights he laid awake in his cold bed in his characterless room that felt more like a prison that his home. There was no decorations to his taste. Just an overwhelming coldness.

He layed tears streaming down his face. The other him looks down in disgust from the mirror above his bed that was too large for just him.

Again with the crying. It gets you NOWHERE!

Homelander wishes he were like the man in the mirror, so numb to the pain. No tears ever touched his face. No emptiness that rips through his heart. No loneliness overtook him.

No part to feel human.

Homelander remembers when in a moment of weakness, he brought up to the Madelyn how he felt alone. She tried easing his mind by telling him that he was a god. That he had the whole of his devoted followers, Vought and her surrounding him.

Gods weren't lonely.

She than precedes to give him the quickest handjob he's ever had.

Once Homelander's head cleared he was all but he wasn't assured. That their love was only so deep. Sex, manipulation, control.

To try his best to achieve that, Homelander shoved every crippling emotion as deep down as he could.

Till it came back just to overwhelm him. To combat those feelings his brain would just shut off, making him numb. So numb, he'd sometimes blank. His memories fuzzy.

He always made the worse decisions when it happened. It was when he killed Madelyn or when he made that girl jump off a roof after he found out Stormfront took her own left.

Homelander, for the most part liked feeling the numbness. Made him feel nothing and that meant no pain. No loneliness. No anger.

Absolutely nothing.

But part of him had fear of what he could do if he blanked. He had no one he really cared for after Madelyn and Stormfront died so he had no one to worry about hurting.

Well, all but one person.

Ryan, his precious son.

Once, Homelander was sitting with Ryan by his side building a new Lego Star Wars set. He was happy just talking with him and enjoying their father son time.

Homelander became so overwhelmed thinking how his life would have been if Soldier Boy had been in his life. Would he have love him that same as Homelander did for Ryan?

Homelander's chest tightened. His breathing labored.

His mind went dark and the next thing he remembers is standing in an alley covered in blood but no bodies to be found. Fearing he had hurt Ryan, he flew quickly to Vought tower.

He felt his eyes prick up with tears and did nothing to stop them.

You hurt him didn't you?

The other him spoke.

Homelander flew as fast as he ever did but it was like time stopped.

As he step into his apartment, Homelander's heart beat quickened even more.

No sign of blood and he didn't smell any. Only the blood on his now soaked uniform. He quickly used his x-ray vision to scan the large floorplan.

Homelander breathed a sign of relief, seeing Ryan asleep in his bed. His chest slowly falling up and down, no signs of injury on him.

Homelander was unsure how his son was put to bed but at the moment it was the least of his cares.

He entered in Ryan's room, crying even more now just knowing he's safe. Homelander gentlely pulled the sleeping boy into his arms and into his lap.

Though Homelander was careful not to wake him, Ryan awoke to the sudden movement and the sound of his father sobbing.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, buddy. Dad loves you, you know that?"

Homelander let out a weak sob as his touched his son's cheek, double checking he didn't hurt him.

Though Ryan was confused, he saw the fear in his father's eyes and said nothing, only pulling him into a hug.

"I do. And I love you, dad."

With that Homelander began to sob even farther and soon crying himself to sleep with Ryan still in his arms.

The night Homelander fell asleep to a feeling that felt so unfamiliar. That time he let himself feel loved.

He knew it the feeling would fade in the morning but for now he let Ryan's steady breathing calm his mind.

[aheartshapedgun]

two tickets to paradise (2/3)

a/n: i made it, guys! i finally updated this 🥺

ship: maya bishop/carina deluca

summary maya and carina get to indulge in a short but amazing honeymoon.

•••

When Carina entered the living room, she was wearing a denim jacket over a tasseled white flowing top, reminiscent of the sixties, but the denim offered an edge. The black pleated skirt was a good match for the upper part of her outfit, and a pair of cream-colored flats clung to her feet.

She found Maya lying on the couch, one arm hanging loose and relaxed across her torso, the other slung lazily behind her head. Her hair fell gently over her face, framing it like a perfect portrait. Immediately noticing her wife, Maya took in her appearance, looking Carina up and down with admiration. Then her focus shifted to Carina's eyes.

Carina could feel her cheeks flush. "I wasn't sure what to wear, so—" The way one side of Maya's mouth curled up was a sign that Maya was aware of her silence.

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[unordinare]

from the jukebox being maverick and charlie’s thing to the jukebox also being jake and bradley’s thing

[the-ace-with-spades]

A sitcom-like/humour fic AU where Bradley's papers haven't been pulled and he does land in USNA but he's doing everything and anything not to be labeled as the nepo baby even though he definitely is a nepo baby

This would include:

- Bradley knowing things he isn't supposed to know as a first year (plebe?) because he had inside sources (Ice and Slider) and things didn't change much

- Every single person from the personnel knowing who he is and Bradley ditching attempts to use him as a stepping ladder to meet Ice and/or Mav

- Having to listen to his crush (Hangman) making whole odes about his old man (either Mav or Ice, you pick)

- Pretending he doesn't know Slider when he comes to visit as a 'guest speaker', including when Slider tries to speaks to him, making Slider seem crazy

- Lying to everyone that he had a family emergency and that's why he was gone the last two weeks of summer training when in reality Ice pulled him out because he wanted to take him and Mav to the seaside somewhere in Europe

- When they get an opportunity to get a pilot licence along their studies, he fakes ignorance and signs up again (despite already having a pilot licence) and then demolishes everyone and gets banned from flying in the training group (*cough* Mav's influence *cough*)

- Doing the craziest mental summersaults and pretending he didn't know who Ice was when he was driving him back to the Academy and talking to him at the meet point and people saw ("Oh was that Admiral Kazansky? I thought he'd be taller")

- Hangman: So what your parents do for a living? Rooster: My dad works admin (there's a lot of paperwork when you're an admiral) and the other one is switching to research (testing planes kinda is research)

- After Ice's impromptu visit (poor Ice has the empty nest syndrome...) - some of his classmates gossiping: Did you hear that apparently the Iceman is gay? Bradley, with a fake pikachu face, even though he had literally helped Mav choose the engagement ring for Ice: Nah, not possible.

- Also, Bradley knowing that telling Jake would impress him so much but feeling absolutely physically ill whenever he thinks why and ending up not telling Jake for years (like, up until a dinner before graduation when Jake the Boyfriend gets asked to dinner and brings the Iceman a discounted pot plant that's half dying as the meet-the-parents gift and promptly has an anxiety attack on the front porch when Bradley does tell him)

- Bradley making elaborate excuses why Mav and Ice can't meet his academy friends when they're staying close to their home, to the point Mav starts thinking he's embarrassed by them

There was something else that I'm forgetting rn so might add more later

[theonlycharliemoon]

Fight Like Georgia Peaches

Georgia Peaches grow best in the summer,

sun-ripened and golden, hot and fresh-

like new birth or asphalt.

But Georgia Peaches taste best at night,

when the dew has frozen on the leaves-

when the soft flesh has gone pulpy

and it's started to look like rotting meat.

I like to eat them and pretend that my teeth

are sharp enough to bite through the pit.

I've learned it's better to let the juice run

down my arms than for blood to turn

my fingers sticky and raw.

Because Georgia Peaches, like children-

grow better in the summertime.

But children, little peach children-

are fiercer in the night

[charlieisannoying]

Lockwood&Co gets a cat

It all started on a rainy day in London. Nothing new or strange as it was London after all, but what was strange was the once furry (now wet) creature sitting on the steps of 35 Portland Row.

George sighed. He could already guess how things were going to go. Lucy would be delighted ) hockwood would say no because of his allergies. Lucy would pout and then Lockwood would accept because this is how things were working in the small agency.

And, to be honest, George had always wanted a cat, so it was a win win situation for everybody.

It wasn't that George was complaining. Lucy was the reason of Lockwood being less reckless and usually backed him up on his various experiments especially on the experiments on skull). Also, since Lucy joined their circuits selection had considerably grown, so who was George to complain?

Picking up a wet cat was nothing to be enjoyed, but George endured with a grimace. This would make Lucy happy (and happy Lucy meant happy Lockwood and that meant more time for research, ergo less dieting). It was cute in a scruffy and dirty way. 

Well, at least the cat accepted its own situation. It didn’t squirm, or claw at George so, that was that.

It had big eyes, almost a brownish color with a yellow center.it looked like something that Lockwood tried to cook, before he was banned from the kitchen. The fur, although now wet looked pretty long and it would have been considered pretty it it wast for it's rat-like gray color. at least, all things considered, the spots on the cat's face were perfectly symmetrical.

'What do you have there George? You've been standing the - oh' George heard Lockwood’s feet stop abruptly in the hallway. Well, the cat's out of the bag then. 

Turning around he could already see the disaster incoming. If Lucy wasn't going to come downstairs anytime soon…well, George’s dream of owning a cat was quickly crumbling in front of his eyes.

Sensing his distress, Lockwood was quick to act. Grabbing George by the arm, avoiding the cat he started pulling them outside. ‘Quickly, before Luce sees…it’, the last part was said with a frown tugging at Lockwood’s lips. They were almost outside when the gods answers (some) of George’s prayers.

‘What are you guys up…to? Oh my is that a CAT?’ Lucy was there and George had a wet and disgruntled cat in his arms. All was well.

Lockwood sighed. Lucy beamed. George started to get cramps in his hand.

Lucy practically bounced to them. ‘Well, come inside fast, you don’t need to get the cat sick’. George couldn’t remember the last time Lucy was so happy. Maybe it was when he did that chocolate cake? 

Freeing George of the burden of carrying a slightly squirmy cat, Lucy marched into the kitchen, ignoring Lockwood’s protest. Lockwood hurried after her, leaving George in the entryway.

‘At least don’t put it on the table. Luce!’

The door clicked behind him, as he started walking towards the shops. He was anyway going to the shops, he might as well pick up some things for the cat. In the meantime, Lucy and Lockwood could sort out the cat situation.

…

Coming back home wasn’t the best idea, George decided.

Lockwood was sulking on his chair near the kitchen table, a somewhat pathetic pout on his lips. His nose started running already… Good thing George bought some allergy meds to help.

Lucy had the cat in her arms, working her magic onto its fur. Now, that it was dry, George could see that the cat was somewhat cute. Eyes unnervingly big and almost all-knowing, but cute. He could only hope that he will get to enjoy the relatively cute creature.

'We are not keeping it' Lockwood declared. He already started looking rather pathetic with a runny nose and wet eyes. George silently passed him the allergy meds.

George could also see that there was a war going behind Lucy’s eyes from the way her brows creased worryingly, but also had her jaw clenched in determination to keep the cat. 

With a bit of emotional blackmail (from Lucy, towards Lockwood) and some manipulation using food (from George, towards Lockwood) they managed to talk through some rules if, and only if, the cat was going to stay. George was rather proud that they managed to talk and not write for 2 to 5 business days on the thinking cloth.

No cat in Lockwood’s bedroom or the library. Which wasn’t exactly fair, considering how many cats lived in bookshops, but George wasn’t really in the position to argue, taking into account that Lockwood didn’t look at him quite the same way he looked at Lucy.

George and Lucy would clean after the cat

And Lockwood was going to choose the name. His reasoning? He already had to suffer with the cat, he might as well name it. That’s how Sir BartholoMeow came to be.

All things considered, George was pleased.

…

A year since the incident passed, the cat was lounging comfortably on the best armchair from the library. Lockwood sneezed and Lucy passed the tissues.

Around the house various cat toys lingered, ready to be stepped on and send the person flying down the stairs. A small paper resided over the bowls of food and water, reading ‘Has the chonkster been fed today?’ as well as a small drawing, curtesy of Lucy.

In the end, everything was well. 

[jenseclaren]

Jenson is working late at night and Nico can’t stand that he’s overworking himself

It’s late at night but the bedside lamp is still on. Nico has his head on the pillow and the blanket is covering his entire head. He shifts in his spot and suddenly the keyboard clicking has stopped.

Jenson turns his head slightly towards Nico, who’s sleeping next to him. The last thing he wants to wake him up with aggressive typing. The quiet scratching sound of the blanket brushing over the bedsheets has sent him into panic mode.

When Jenson is sure that Nico is still asleep, he gets back to work. His eyes are red from staring at the screen the whole night under dim lights. He is sleep deprived and tired but he can’t afford to sleep. If he doesn’t do enough for that project now, it’s gonna be tight with his other responsibilities.

Jenson is completely focused, not even hearing his own typing. He is almost scared to take his fingertips off the keyboard. He doesn’t even realise that Nico is staring at him with his head still on his pillow.

“God’s sake Jense.” Nico says with a rough voice, quiet but sharp. Jenson flinches with the unexpected voice, he tenses with the realisation that he woke Nico up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Jenson says softly, his right hands slips from the keyboard to Nico’s tangled hair. He brushes his hair slowly as if he’s putting him back to sleep.

“You need to sleep.” Nico says, ignoring Jenson’s apology completely. He isn’t bothered that he is awoken by keyboard sounds but he can’t stand seeing Jenson losing sleep over work.

“I need to finish this.” Jenson argues, Nico isn’t having any of it. He sits up and moves closer to Jenson. Nico puts his head on Jenson’s shoulder and his hand on his crotch.

“Work like this then.” Nico says, Jenson feels his chest tighten. Jenson swallows audibly and he holds his breath.

“Please, I really need to work.” Jenson argues again, he sounds desperate and Nico hates it. “You don’t even get paid to be working right now, you’re losing sleep for no reason.” Nico argues back, he is over it, he takes his hand back.

“You’re so tired, you can’t even keep your eyes open.” Nico continues, Jenson moves his finger on the touchpad and closes the window open on his laptop.

He hates to admit but Nico is right, he also hates how much it was bothering Nico. He hates making Nico upset especially if it’s something about himself.

“Good boy.” Nico says, enters Jenson’s eyesight with a huge smile. Jenson giggles as he closes his laptop and puts it to the side.

Nico sticks himself on Jenson, “I should’ve known it was all for cuddles.” he comments as he brushes Nico’s hair.

Jenson slides down to a comfortable sleeping position with Nico sliding with him, he is refusing to let Jenson go even if it’s for his own comfort.

Jenson’s head is on the pillow and Jenson’s chest is Nico’s pillow. “Now you can sleep.” Nico says softly, Jenson kisses the top of his head and turns the lamp off at the same time.

They both close their eyes to surrender to sleep fast with the comfort of each other’s touch.

[beyond-the-kitchen]

looking through my fic ideas doc and why the fuck was i writing “but they are two suns burning too close. And suns are made to implode, it’s always just a matter of time.”

[queen-of-the-queers]

Love to see parent Jabitha! Love to see how they approach parenting, especially with Jughead's family history and Tabitha difficult relationships with her parents currently.

Hey! Sorry for a little bit of a wait on this.

I've been hesitant about posting this, because I always want to make sure that anything I write regarding sensitive topics like pregnancy are dealt with in a way that won't make anybody uncomfortable. So, I decided to keep this WIP in the notes for around a month in order to ensure I feel it's ok.

With that said, please enjoy!

Tabitha had only been dealing with the morning sickness for one day and she was already tired of it.

She cradled the first stick in one hand, the other seemingly glued to her mouth.

“How could this even happen?” Tabitha whispered to herself, we’re always safe.”

 Hesitantly, she lifted the second test from the sink- two lines again.

Shit. She was totally and undeniably pregnant.

For the rest of the night, her mind was spinning. A million questions ran through her head. She wondered whether she was ready for motherhood, or if it was even ethically sound to bring a child into the world that she hadn’t intended on creating. She thought about Jughead, and, whether she and him could break the cycle of alcoholism and trauma they’d both been raised in.

It scared her.

And when she jolted awake the next morning to the feeling of bile creeping up her throat, she wasn’t surprised. Her entire body felt sweaty and exhausted; whether it was from stress or the pregnancy itself, she wasn’t sure.

As far as her boyfriend was concerned, she was dealing with little more than a particularly intense bout of food poisoning.

“Did you eat something chancy?” He asked, crouching behind her as she rested her head against the porcelain surface of the toilet bowl, trying to regain her breath after being struck by a second wave of nausea mid-breakfast.

She groaned, “Not that I can think of.”

“A bug then?”

Tabitha wondered what he’d think if she told him what was really going on.

“Maybe,” she said meekly, “I’m sorry about this, Jughead.”

He offered her a hand and she stood up shakily, swaying a little as dizziness swept over her body.

“Hey, it’s no problem. Really. If you wanna clean yourself up, I can have Gatorade and a movie ready in ten?”

She nodded, “thank you.”

After he walked out of the room Tabitha limped over to the sink, bracing herself against the turquoise surface. She flicked the faucet on and let the water run, splashing some onto her face and neck.

What a princess, she told herself tauntingly, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Dark circles hung under her eyes, and she had a vomit stain on the collar of her pyjama shirt. Any man would be lucky to be the father of my baby, right?

Her mind was spinning a million times an hour. She didn’t know what her future would hold if she did decide to go through with the pregnancy, or how her boyfriend would take the news.

Wait. Shit. Her boyfriend… It suddenly occurred to Tabitha that she really needed to talk to Jughead, give him the option weigh in on the choice she had to make.

Before she could second guess herself, she called “Jug?”

He immediately popped his head around the door, looking her up and down in concern.

“You ok?” he said at the same time as Tabitha mumbled, “I’m pregnant.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant,” she repeated.

The bathroom was silent.

Slowly, she lowered herself back down on the floor, covering her face with her hands. Something about saying those words out loud made her situation feel so much more real, and that scared her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jughead whispered after a while, sliding down to the floor opposite her. His face was a picture of shock.

“I only found out yesterday, Jug, and it’s not the kind of thing you just casually bring up at the dinner table.”

Maybe the hormones were making her a little sassy…

She sighed, resting her head in her arms.

“Have you decided what to do yet?” He asked quietly.

“No… well… kind of. I wanted to ask you first.”

“Tab, this is your decision to make. Not mine. Whatever you choose, I’ll be here, ok?”

A single tear slid down her cheek and Jughead leaned forward to brush it away, cupping her face in his hand. He watched her thoughtfully and Tabitha was grateful to see that she couldn’t see any anger or disgust in his expression- in fact, he was looking at her the same way he always had.

“I think…” she said, before trailing off for a moment, “I think I want to have the baby. We’re in our thirties and both have stable jobs, and we’ve talked before about wanting to have kids, right? So why not now?”

He nodded, his mind clearly whirring away.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Tabitha looked down at the tiles.

“I think I am.”

“Then I promise I’ll do everything I can to support you,” he whispered.

He scooted forward on the tiles, wrapping his arms around Tabitha so her head was pressed against his chest.

She exhaled, placing a hand on her stomach. It was strange to think that somewhere inside there, a tiny human was beginning to form; and even to stranger to consider how in nine months there would be a third member of their little family.

“Tabitha?” Jughead asked suddenly, “Can we rule out Forsythe as a name option.’

She laughed tiredly, “Already done.”