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I want to live by myself when I move out of my parent's place but I'm really afraid of money problems? I'm afraid that the only place I can afford will be in the ghetto and it'll all be torn apart and I'll only be allowed to eat one granola bar a week. I'm really stressing out about this. I don't know anything about after school life. I don't know anything about paying bills or how to buy an apartment and it's really scaring me. is there anything you know that can help me?

HI darling,

I’ve actually got a super wonderful masterpost for you to check out:

Home

what the hell is a mortgage?

first apartment essentials checklist

how to care for cacti and succulents

the care and keeping of plants

Getting an apartment

Money

earn rewards by taking polls

how to coupon

what to do when you can’t pay your bills

see if you’re paying too much for your cell phone bill

how to save money

How to Balance a Check Book

How to do Your Own Taxes

Health

how to take care of yourself when you’re sick

things to bring to a doctor’s appointment

how to get free therapy

what to expect from your first gynecologist appointment

how to make a doctor’s appointment

how to pick a health insurance plan

how to avoid a hangover

a list of stress relievers

how to remove a splinter

Emergency

what to do if you get pulled over by a cop

a list of hotlines in a crisis

things to keep in your car in case of an emergency

how to do the heimlich maneuver

Job

time management

create a resume

find the right career

how to pick a major

how to avoid a hangover

how to interview for a job

how to stop procrastinating

How to write cover letters

Travel

ULTIMATE PACKING LIST

Traveling for Cheap

Travel Accessories

The Best Way to Pack a Suitcase

How To Read A Map

How to Apply For A Passport

How to Make A Travel Budget

Better You

read the news

leave your childhood traumas behind

how to quit smoking

how to knit

how to stop biting your nails

how to stop procrastinating

how to stop skipping breakfast

how to stop micromanaging

how to stop avoiding asking for help

how to stop swearing constantly

how to stop being a pushover

learn another language

how to improve your self-esteem

how to sew

learn how to embroider

how to love yourself

100 tips for life

Apartments/Houses/Moving

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 1: Are You Sure? (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 2: Finding the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 3: Questions to Ask about the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 4: Packing and Moving All of Your Shit (The Responsible One)

How to Protect Your Home Against Break-Ins (The Responsible One)

Education

How to Find a Fucking College (The Sudden Adult)

How to Find Some Fucking Money for College (The Sudden Adult)

What to Do When You Can’t Afford Your #1 Post-Secondary School (The Sudden Adult)

Stop Shitting on Community College Kids (Why Community College is Fucking Awesome) (The Responsible One)

How to Ask for a Recommendation Letter (The Responsible One)

How to Choose a College Major (The Sudden Adult)

Finances

How to Write a Goddamn Check (The Responsible One)

How to Convince Credit Companies You’re Not a Worthless Bag of Shit (The Responsible One)

Debit vs Credit (The Responsible One)

What to Do if Your Wallet is Stolen/Lost (The Sudden Adult)

Budgeting 101 (The Responsible One)

Important Tax Links to Know (The Responsible One)

How to Choose a Bank Without Screwing Yourself (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting

How to Write a Resume Like a Boss (The Responsible One)

How to Write a Cover Letter Someone Will Actually Read (The Responsible One)

How to Handle a Phone Interview without Fucking Up (The Responsible One)

10 Sites to Start Your Job Search (The Responsible One)

Life Skills

Staying in Touch with Friends/Family (The Sudden Adult)

Bar Etiquette (The Sudden Adult)

What to Do After a Car Accident (The Sudden Adult)

Grow Up and Buy Your Own Groceries (The Responsible One)

How to Survive Plane Trips (The Sudden Adult)

How to Make a List of Goals (The Responsible One)

How to Stop Whining and Make a Damn Appointment (The Responsible One)

Miscellaneous

What to Expect from the Hell that is Jury Duty (The Responsible One)

Relationships

Marriage: What the Fuck Does It Mean and How the Hell Do I Know When I’m Ready? (Guest post - The Northwest Adult)

How Fucked Are You for Moving In with Your Significant Other: An Interview with an Actual Real-Life Couple Living Together™ (mintypineapple  and catastrofries)

Travel & Vehicles

How to Winterize Your Piece of Shit Vehicle (The Responsible One)

How to Make Public Transportation Your Bitch (The Responsible One)

Other Blog Features

Apps for Asshats

Harsh Truths & Bitter Reminders

Asks I’ll Probably Need to Refer People to Later

Apartments (or Life Skills) - How Not to Live in Filth (The Sudden Adult)

Finances - Tax Basics (The Responsible One)

Important Documents - How to Get a Copy of Your Birth Certificate (The Responsible One)

Important Documents - How to Get a Replacement ID (The Responsible One)

Health - How to Deal with a Chemical Burn (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting - List of Jobs Based on Social Interaction Levels (The Sudden Adult)

Job Hunting - How to Avoid Falling into a Pit of Despair While Job Hunting (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting - Questions to Ask in an Interview (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - First-Time Flying Tips (The Sudden Adult)

Life Skills - How to Ask a Good Question (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - Reasons to Take a Foreign Language (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - Opening a Bar Tab (The Sudden Adult)

Relationships - Long Distance Relationships: How to Stay in Contact (The Responsible One)

Adult Cheat Sheet:

what to do if your pet gets lost

removing stains from your carpet

how to know if you’re eligible for food stamps

throwing a dinner party

i’m pregnant, now what?

first aid tools to keep in your house

how to keep a clean kitchen

learning how to become independent from your parents

job interview tips

opening your first bank account

what to do if you lose your wallet

tips for cheap furniture

easy ways to cut your spending

selecting the right tires for your car

taking out your first loan

picking out the right credit card

how to get out of parking tickets

how to fix a leaky faucet

get all of your news in one place

getting rid of mice & rats in your house

when to go to the e.r.

buying your first home

how to buy your first stocks

guide to brewing coffee

first apartment essentials checklist

coping with a job you hate

30 books to read before you’re 30

what’s the deal with retirement?

difference between insurances

Once you’ve looked over all those cool links, I have some general advice for you on how you can have some sort of support system going for you:

Reasons to move out of home

You may decide to leave home for many different reasons, including:

wishing to live independently

location difficulties – for example, the need to move closer to university

conflict with your parents

being asked to leave by your parents.

Issues to consider when moving out of home

It’s common to be a little unsure when you make a decision like leaving home. You may choose to move, but find that you face problems you didn’t anticipate, such as:

Unreadiness – you may find you are not quite ready to handle all the responsibilities.

Money worries – bills including rent, utilities like gas and electricity and the cost of groceries may catch you by surprise, especially if you are used to your parents providing for everything. Debt may become an issue.

Flatmate problems – issues such as paying bills on time, sharing housework equally, friends who never pay board, but stay anyway, and lifestyle incompatibilities (such as a non-drug-user flatting with a drug user) may result in hostilities and arguments.

Your parents may be worried

Think about how your parents may be feeling and talk with them if they are worried about you. Most parents want their children to be happy and independent, but they might be concerned about a lot of different things. For example:

They may worry that you are not ready.

They may be sad because they will miss you.

They may think you shouldn’t leave home until you are married or have bought a house.

They may be concerned about the people you have chosen to live with.

Reassure your parents that you will keep in touch and visit regularly. Try to leave on a positive note. Hopefully, they are happy about your plans and support your decision.

Tips for a successful move

Tips include:

Don’t make a rash decision – consider the situation carefully. Are you ready to live independently? Do you make enough money to support yourself? Are you moving out for the right reasons?

Draw up a realistic budget – don’t forget to include ‘hidden’ expenses such as the property’s security deposit or bond (usually four weeks’ rent), connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.

Communicate – avoid misunderstandings, hostilities and arguments by talking openly and respectfully about your concerns with flatmates and parents. Make sure you’re open to their point of view too – getting along is a two-way street.

Keep in touch – talk to your parents about regular home visits: for example, having Sunday night dinner together every week.

Work out acceptable behaviour – if your parents don’t like your flatmate(s), find out why. It is usually the behaviour rather than the person that causes offence (for example, swearing or smoking). Out of respect for your parents, ask your flatmate(s) to be on their best behaviour when your parents visit and do the same for them.

Ask for help – if things are becoming difficult, don’t be too proud to ask your parents for help. They have a lot of life experience.

If your family home does not provide support

Not everyone who leaves home can return home or ask their parents for help in times of trouble. If you have been thrown out of home or left home to escape abuse or conflict, you may be too young or unprepared to cope.

If you are a fostered child, you will have to leave the state-care system when you turn 18, but you may not be ready to make the sudden transition to independence.

If you need support, help is available from a range of community and government organisations. Assistance includes emergency accommodation and food vouchers. If you can’t call your parents or foster parents, call one of the associations below for information, advice and assistance.

Where to get help

Your doctor

Kids Helpline Tel. 1800 55 1800

Lifeline Tel. 13 11 44

Home Ground Services Tel. 1800 048 325

Relationships Australia Tel. 1300 364 277

Centrelink Crisis or Special Help Tel. 13 28 50

Tenants Union of Victoria Tel. (03) 9416 2577

Things to remember

Try to solve any problems before you leave home. Don’t leave because of a fight or other family difficulty if you can possibly avoid it.

Draw up a realistic budget that includes ‘hidden’ expenses, such as bond, connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.

Remember that you can get help from a range of community and government organizations. 

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Keep me updated? xx

[justthingstbh]

40 Questions — Meme for Fic Writers

Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Share one of your strengths.

Share one of your weaknesses.

Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Which fic has been the easiest to write?

Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

Describe your perfect writing conditions.

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

What do you look for in a beta?

Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

How do you feel about collaborations?

Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Do you accept prompts?

Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

How do you feel about smut?

How do you feel about crack?

What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Which is your favorite site to post fic?

Talk about your current wips.

Talk about a review that made your day.

Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

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Fanfic Asks

1. If you’re an author, how many WIPs do you currently have? (Be honest!)

2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise)

3. Do you prefer canonverse or AUs?

4. What fandom’s/ship’s fan fiction do you read the most?

5. What’s a crackship you love?

6. What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh?

7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry?

8. Bed sharing or roommates AU?

9. Fake dating or arranged marriage?

10. Mutual pining or enemies to friends to lovers?

11. Kid fic or childhood friends?

12. Friends with benefits or secret dating?

13. Exes or established relationship?

14. (For authors) Post a line of dialogue from one of your WIPs without context.

15. Post the last line you wrote without context.

16. Describe your WIP that currently has the highest word count.

17. Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.

18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?

19. What’s your favorite character headcanon?

20. Do you have a favorite fanfic or author? If so, tag them/post a link and share the love!

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1, 2, 8 and 14? :D

Unique Writing Asks! 

Thank you for sending me an ask, love!! 

1.  What themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often? > I’m not actually sure. Because I am a very big “Write about what you know” person. I personally like to explore things that I, myself am dealing with at the time or have in the past. I can’t think of any of it that hasn’t been explored before 2.  What are some common elements of stories you are tired of seeing? What would you avoid writing about? > I hate the “Chosen one” trope. I hate it. I just, I’m so tired of seeing it, cause its just an entire thing of “No one else but you can do it” and often it just feels like a justification to push a character to do things that just do not make sense.  There are some exceptions to this, but not a lot.  8.  Favorite dialogue in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time) > “Ma’am you are not wearing the proper attire to present yourself to the Lord,” she heard from one of the guards say and her interest immediately went to the door. 

“I’ll be fine,” another voice answered, a voice that was sweet but also a little rough around the edges like it wasn’t used often. 

“It’s not about you being fine, its about respect and doing the bare minimum,” now the voice of the guard sounded agitated. 

“I did the bare minimum when I killed your fucking gryphon, now please, would you point me to the person where I can pick up my payment?” 

14.  14.  If you’ve written more than one story, what traits do your protagonists tend to share?  > My protagonists tend to be people that try their best, even if its hard and even if its breaking them. And most of the time, because of that, they are forced into situations that ask for them to help or sometimes, to realise that their best is sometimes just not enough, or that some people just don’t deserve their best And most of them are LGBT+

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For the writer asks: 1, 5, 14, and 28? ✨

Unique Writing Asks 

First and foremost, thank you for sending me an ask!! now to the questions: 

1.  What themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often? > I’m not actually sure. Because I am a very big “Write about what you know” person. I personally like to explore things that I, myself am dealing with at the time or have in the past. I can’t think of any of it that hasn’t been explored before 5. Would you rather write a happy ending that soothes the soul or a tragic ending that hurts the heart?  > This does depend on the story before and the characters, but I am a sucker for a tragic ending. But I think I like a healthy mix of both  14.  If you’ve written more than one story, what traits do your protagonists tend to share?  > My protagonists tend to be people that try their best, even if its hard and even if its breaking them. And most of the time, because of that, they are forced into situations that ask for them to help or sometimes, to realise that their best is sometimes just not enough, or that some people just don’t deserve their best  And most of them are LGBT+  28.  Do you need background noise to write? If so, what do you listen to? > I tend to listening to a lot of music without vocals, but sometimes I listen to rap or lo-fi I just, I need something in my ears or I can’t write Thank you so much for asking!!!! <3 

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unique writing asks🖋️

What themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often?

What are some common elements of stories you are tired of seeing? What would you avoid writing about?

What loves do you tend to write about? Agape (unconditional, spiritual love), Eros (romantic, passionate love), Philia (affectionate, platonic love), Philautia (self-love), Storge (familial love), Pragma (enduring love like between long-married couples), Ludus (playful love, infatuation you feel during the “honeymoon period”), and Mania (obsessive love that leads to madness and jealousy)

In your works, is blood thicker than water or is the blood of the covenant thicker than the water of the womb? (Are familial ties or friendship ties more important?)

Would you rather write a happy ending that soothes the soul or a tragic ending that hurts the heart?

What point of view do you tend to write in? Do all of your pieces use the same POV? Do you have strong opinions on the POV used in novels?

Favorite description in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)

Favorite dialogue in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)

What scene was the hardest to write for you and why?

What scene was the most fun to write for you and why?

Set the scene for us. What are your settings like and do you have any pictures saved that represent them? Do your characters travel and see more than one? What are their names?

What is the fashion like in your wip? Do you have any pictures saved of outfits your characters would wear?

What traits do you share with your original characters or what traits do you wish you shared with them?

If you’ve written more than one story, what traits do your protagonists tend to share?

Why physical quirks do your characters tend to have? Eyebrow raising, picking nails, biting lips, pacing, crossing arms, etc.

What motives do you give your original characters? What drives them? How much tragedy did you subject them to?

Are your protagonists always the “good guys” and your antagonists always the “bad guys” or do you like to do anti-heroes and grey morality?

What writers have inspired you with their use of language? What are some of your favorite quotes?

“For fans of ______!” What works would you say are similar to yours?

If you were published and had complete control over your covers, what would it look like? Do you have any specific artists that you’d like to illustrate it? Do you like when characters are pictured on covers or do you prefer inanimate objects?

How do you come up with titles? Do you use placeholders or tend to change your titles while writing the first draft?

How do you come up with character names? Do the names have a special meaning? If so, what are they?

Do your prefer reading series or standalone novels and does that reflect on how you write?

Do you let your story evolve as you write or do you meticulously plan everything prior to writing the first draft?

Do you start your novels with dialogue or description? Do you end your novels with dialogue or description?

What do you feel like you need to work on as a growing writer? How can you improve?

Do you have playlists for your wip? What are some of the songs in it?

Do you need background noise to write? If so, what do you listen to?

How do you share your writing? Do you use any writing websites and, if so, share your profiles!

What is some of the best writing advice you’ve read or received? Why does it work for you?

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Readers at fanfic writers:

Fanfic writers:

(Remember to support fanfic writers!! A review can go a long way!)

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no drug on this planet could ever give a better high than what getting “Comment on ______” emails from AO3 give me.

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The Mess He Made

Read on Ao3  Tags: spoilers, self-doubt, self-hatred, survivors guilt 

It was going to happen any moment, Jon knew that it would. He knew that from one second to the next, Martin would drop his hand, turn around and tell him that he can’t do this anymore. He knew that he wasn’t worth Martin’s affection, he wasn’t worth Martins time and he definitely wasn’t worth Martins love.

But Martin didn’t seem to see that and Jon sometimes wondered if he was tricking Martin into liking him, if he was manipulating him to stay with him, because he just didn’t understand why Martin would choose to stay.

It’s not that he didn’t want him to, not at all, Martin was the only thing keeping him going through all of this, through the apocalypse. But, he was just used to it.

People never stayed for Jonathan Sims.

He didn’t make it easy for people to stay, he knew that. He never really invested a lot in friendships or relationships, because they wouldn’t last. It wasn’t hard for people to look around and find someone better than him. Because that was just what he was.

Jonathan Sims was replaceable. He had always been and not just that, Jon didn’t remember a time, when people didn’t get fed up with him.

It was grandmother first, It wasn’t her fault, not really, she had thought that she would have been through with raising kids and then, out of nowhere, Jon was sitting at her doorstep. A child to be taken care of, a child to bother her when she wanted to do anything else but care for a young boy.

So, the books started. Jon hadn’t really cared for much entertainment, he didn’t like television, because it tended to give him migraines and he didn’t have any musical talent to speak off, so his grandmother bought him books.

In the beginning, he had thought she didn’t want him to be bored, that she genuinely wanted him to enjoy himself, but he caught on quickly.

If he was reading, he couldn’t speak, ergo, he wouldn’t be bothering her. He didn’t even have a right to be bothering her in the first place, he should have been grateful that she had even taken him in in the first place. So he read his books and kept quiet, letting himself fall further and further into the mysterious worlds that were hidden on those pages.

He let himself be drowned in tales of love and friendship and on bad days, he imagined what that would be like. To have a friend, to have someone that appreciated him, that liked him, that would laugh at his jokes and that would want to spend time with him. Jon knew though, that he was not made to be friends with people, he wasn’t supposed to have friends and he had learned that early enough.  Love wasn’t even a thing that he wanted to consider.

It was in primary school that he really understood that he wasn’t supposed to ever be loved. He felt it in the punches and in the words of his bully, he felt it in the looks that he got from the other children. He wasn’t like them, he wasn’t allowed to be like them.

Jon was a burden and it was enough that he already put that burden on his grandmother, he didn’t need to hurt everyone else as well. And somehow, even though he took himself out of friendships, buried his nose in his books. He someone still managed to be the reason why his bully died. It had been his fault if he had just snatched the book from the boy’s hand, or if he had read quicker, or if he had just not touched that book in the first place, that boy would still be alive.

Not just him, but everyone else too. Tim had only joined the archives on his request and he sacrificed himself for it. If Jon hadn’t asked him to join him, he would still be alive. The world needed Tim more than it needed Jon, especially with what Jon did to it.

If Jon had just died in The Unknowing, if he could trade places with Tim, make sure that the man was safe, that the world was safe from him, he would do it in a heartbeat, but life didn’t work like that, he couldn’t pick and choose.

When he thought about it, Jon noticed that every single person that he cared about, was either dead or in danger because of him.

If he hadn’t found the worms in the wall, Sasha wouldn’t have been in artefact storage alone, she wouldn’t have been taken.

If he hadn’t allowed Tim to come along, he wouldn’t have died.

If he hadn’t been so terrible to Martin for all those years, he wouldn’t have cast himself into the lonely.

If Jon wouldn’t have been there, all of his friends would have been safe. Every single one of them.

And still, Martin was here, Martin smiled when he looked at Jon, Martin loved Jon.

Martin didn’t see Jon as the burden he is, he didn’t see the truth that waited behind the loving touches and the statements, but he couldn’t be blind forever. Jon knew that, but he also knew that the only way that he could keep Martin safe, was to stay with him.

He knew that one day, Martin would see. But Jon was a selfish man, and he didn’t want it to happen. He loved Martin with all of his heart and to have him ripped away from him, the warm and gentle hand that held his so confidently, so absentmindedly, as if the only thing that Martin wanted was to make sure that Jon was still here.

Jon didn’t deserve to be treated with such care, with such love, but as he looked at Martin and saw the dirt that got caught in his hair, the way that his eyes wrinkled when he tried to bring things into focus that were far away when he saw that smile that greeted him whenever Martin noticed that he was looking at him.

When he saw all of that, he remembered that it was useless. Martin would always care for him, no matter how hard he tried to convince him not to.

And Jon loved Martin for it, he loved his kindness and his caring gestures, he loved how careful he was with Jon like he was something to be cherished. Jon enjoyed that feeling, even though he knew he wasn’t someone to hold dear. He was one of those people that you should stay as far away from as possible if you didn’t want to get hurt.

But Martin, Martin had gotten hurt because Jon had left, he had gotten hurt because Jon had wanted to make sure that Martin knew that he wasn’t worth it.

And as he felt a squeeze around his hand, that he immediately reciprocated with his own, a thought crashed into his head like a wave, maybe Martin was different. Maybe Martin didn’t see him as a burden. Maybe Martin just actually cared for him and wanted to see him happy.

Jon knew that he didn’t deserve Martin’s love, but he also knew a truth that was much stronger than that. That Martin had always been a stubborn man.

And if he loved Jon and Jon loved him back, he would do his best to make it work.

Because that is just who Martin is, someone that can just make things work and Jon was more than willing to help him make it work.

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Howdy partners 👀 chapter 1 of The Deputy, The Thief and The Beast by Justafewthingstosay is now on AO3. Check it out!

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Fanfiction Writer Asks

Most of the writer ask posts I come across are only like ten or so questions long so I thought I’d try to make a longer one because we like talking about our writing! Feel free to reblog!

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

7) When is your preferred time to write?

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories.

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write?

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer)

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

44) What is the last line you wrote?

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

[justthingstbh]

Widomauk 7 ;D (Yes I sent more than one, yeeet)

Widomauk: 7.  …to shut them up.

“Scheisse!” Caleb mumbled under his breath. This really was perfect. He standing in an alleyway with Molly after running away from the Crownsguard. If they hadn’t started running they might have been fine, but Caleb had seen Nott take off, a big burly man following her with a raised fist and he couldn’t just leave her to be beaten up by a shop owner that might have seen what she was actually doing. 

He and Mollymauk had been on their way towards Pumat’s shop. Caleb had already managed to use all of his paper and Molly just enjoyed the company of the Firbolg and Nott had been feeling the ‘itch’ like she liked to say, so she joined them. 

Well, but the little Goblin in question wasn’t actually here anymore. She had somehow managed to hide away in the crowd when the Crownsguard started taking after her and Caleb. Molly had basically just seen his companions running and from years in the circus, he knew that when the group was running, you should be running too. 

But because of the little Goblin disappearing, the Crowns guard just saw Caleb and Molly run away and took off after them. 

So that is how they found themselves pressed up against the wall of a dark alley, breathing heavily, trying to hear for footsteps of the guards. 

“Why does she always have to do that?” Caleb muttered even tho he knew why. Nott felt the itch, and even though she could sometimes stop herself through drink, he understood that sometimes it just had to happen. 

“I mean at least he was a grumpy person,” Molly added, ever helpful. Caleb shot him a glare, hoping that his anger would be translated. He really didn’t need Molly’s dumb comments while the crowns guard was chasing them. 

Molly sighed as much as he could with his breath still coming in small staggered breaths from running earlier. “Hey, at least she got her fill for today right? Now we are good?”

Caleb sighed, his breathing finally calming down. “I honestly do not know. I mean, gods, you understand her issue, ja? I don’t think she will ever have her fill.”

“Well, then we just have to help her steal from the right people, take from the ones that have too much and not the other way around,” Molly said as if it was the easiest thing in the entire world. As if that was a thing that they could fix in an hour. This wasn’t a dirty coat, or a hole in a sock, Verdammt this was something that was, well, so very Nott that he didn’t think that any kind of arguing and teaching would get it out of her.

But before he could continue speaking and arguing, he heard the footsteps of running guards, before he noticed that Mollymauk was talking. 

“I mean, we could give her like a small workshop course? How to spot rich people and relieve them of the things they don’t need, or something. I could teach her-” 

“Sh, be quiet,” Caleb whispered, but Molly didn’t hear. Didn’t pay attention. He just continued on talking. 

“I mean, it was basically my job to make out who’s rich for a while, you know? I think I could help her figure it out. What really is stealing from people that have too much anyway?-”

“Shut up,” Caleb hissed out a little louder. But Molly wasn’t paying attention, and he was speaking too loudly.

Caleb’s eyes darted to the entrance of the alley. The guards would check here, he could just tell. He knew how guards were. He knew the patterns of thieves. They would check and they would find him and Mollymauk, talking casually about stealing from rich people and he couldn’t go to the stockade. He couldn’t. 

With the footsteps drumming in his ears, the faint mumbling of the tiefling next to him in the back of his mind, he made a decision. He pushed himself off the wall and turned to stand in front of the tiefling, who shot him a confused look before Caleb started speaking. 

“I will explain later, ja?” But he didn’t wait for an answer, just let his body fall against Molly’s, his hand’s finding the other’s face and pushing his lips to the tieflings. 

He heard the Crowns guard stop and pass, but he wasn’t really paying attention to them. The only thing that had his attention at the moment was the skin that touched his, the body heat flowing from the tiefling to him. The way that Molly had just started to reciprocate the kiss, instead of pushing Caleb away. The way that Molly’s eyes had fluttered shut when their lips had met. 

And if Caleb kept kissing the tiefling, even when the guards had passed, even if it was just a second longer than he had to, because he wanted to feel the heat of those lips, the soft skin under his, than he wasn’t going to tell anyone. And it seemed like Molly wasn’t going to tell anyone either, by the way, he let a soft sigh fall from his lips when Caleb did pull away. 

They stared at each other for a second, Caleb’s eyes meeting Mollymauk’s. It didn’t last long, because Caleb couldn’t take it any longer, he let his eyes trail downwards, staring at the wall instead of the soft lavender skin. 

Caleb wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the careful kiss on the forehead that he received from the Tiefling, before Molly started to push him away. 

“Come on, Mr Caleb. We have to find our Goblin,” he whispered, and Caleb obliged, not meeting the other’s eyes. He moved away, feeling the warmth shift with the other body. He had destroyed their friendship by trying to keep them safe, he could feel it. 

Not just that, kissing Molly had felt good. Better than anything that Caleb had experienced in a long time and now he had messed that up as well.

His thoughts started to cloud his mind, when he felt a hand grab his. The warmth of the other seeping into body. “We will talk about whatever that was, later. Now we have to find Nott.”

The wizard risked looking up. Molly’s face was as soft as it always was, caring, understanding. So he just squeezed the other’s hand before letting it slip out of his fingers, pushing his hands into this coat pockets to hold on to that warmth for as long as possible, as he watched the other walk out of the alley first. 

Later, Molly had said, they were going to talk about this later. 

Later didn’t mean anything.  Later didn’t mean an ending.

Later he could do. 

[justthingstbh]

fanfic end of the year asks

since it’s december, i thought i’d make a little end of the year ask meme for fanfic writers and readers! reblog and ask away

favorite fic you wrote this year

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favorite line/scene you wrote this year

total number of words you wrote this year

most popular fic this year

least popular fic this year

longest completed fic you wrote this year

shortest completed fic you wrote this year

longest wip of the year

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fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year

favorite character to write about this year

favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

a fic you didn’t expect to write

something you learned this year

fic(s) you completed this year

fics you’ll continue next year

current number of wips

any new fics to start next year

number of comments you haven’t read

most memorable comment/review

events you participated in this year

fics you wanted to write but didn’t

favorite fic you read this year

a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

number of favorites/bookmarks you made this year

favorite fanfic author of the year

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*feel free to specify fandoms or a fic depending on the question.

[justthingstbh]

Life on Mars

 Read on Ao3  Tags: This is basically just domestic fluff folks 

“So what do you want to eat tonight?” Juno asked while stretching leisurely. They had a long day behind them. Someone had broken into the Intergalactic History Museum and Peter had had so much fun taking out his old Rex Glass Alias that Juno hadn’t felt like stopping him. 

It was only when guns were drawn that Juno felt a pinch of regret that he had let Nureyev come. He wanted nothing more than to know that his master thief was safe from the world. Safe in his office with Rita, but then again, he knew that Peter wouldn’t have let him go in alone. 

Juno remembered looking at the man, seeing his sharp teeth peek through those silky lips as he slashed one of the goons with his knife and the happiness that he felt that Peter was there with him had hit him with full force. 

So had the fist that he wasn’t paying attention to. It flung him backwards, almost making him stumble, but he caught himself on his wobbly feet before that happened. 

The goon lifted his hand to punch him in the face again, but Juno was quicker, pulling his blaster and shooting the man straight into the stomach. 

It was set to stun, of course, but it still knocked the man out cold.

“Rex! We need to get out of here, now!” 

And so they did, but not before Peter gave his goon a good punch straight in the throat, catching the small vase in one hand and running towards Juno the second he knew he was holding it safely. 

They ran out of the Museum quickly, ducking into an alleyway around two blocks away from it, heaving and holding themselves upon their knees. 

“Do you have it?” 

“Of course I do, Detective. They don’t call me a Master Thief for nothing,” Peter grinned and Juno couldn’t help but smile back. 

“I guess you don’t just use those hands for thieving either, do you?” Juno smiled out through his huffs.

“Oh, you know the answer to that, Detective,” Peter smirked, which is how they found themselves at home, on their couch. 

Peter was sitting with his back against the arm of the couch, his long legs sprawled over Juno’s lap and he was holding a book in his hand when Juno asked where they wanted to eat. 

He dropped the book, A Brief History of Turtles as we understand them, on his chest to look into Juno’s eye. “Really up to you, dear. I heard there was a new restaurant a block from here that just opened, we haven’t been to that one yet.” 

Juno looked down to his hands for a moment, staring at how they had settled on Peter’s muscular calves, and squeezed them just a bit before answering. “I thought, well, I thought maybe it would be fun if we cooked together tonight if you’re up for it?” 

As Juno looked at Peter, he saw fear in the man’s eyes, as he had never seen before. Juno reached over and carefully took Peter’s hand in his, which seemed to startle the other out of his trance. 

“You okay, Nureyev?” 

Peter quickly nodded. “Yes, yes, of course, dear. There is - Well, there is just something that I have to tell you.” His face changed, he became weirdly serious and Juno sat up straighter. 

Peter took a deep breath and looked down at his book, fiddling the pages lightly with his fingers. 

He whispered something almost inaudible. 

“Come again?” Juno said carefully. 

“I can’t cook, okay? I know you probably expected me to be able to do it, but I can’t. Everything I try to make I just burn-” he put his hands on his face, hiding behind them. “I just am terrible at it, and I thought I could just… take you out to dinner every night for the rest of my life.” 

Juno simply smiled and rubbed his face with a hand in annoyance, before slowly pulling one of Peter’s hands away from his face. He looked terribly embarrassed. For a second he looked into Juno’s eye before looking away. 

“Were you ever planning on telling me?” Juno grinned and Peter just let out a soft groan before shaking head. 

Juno threw his head back in a loud laugh, holding his stomach with one hand, while the other was still holding Peter’s hand. 

Peter let his other hand drop from his face, only to pick up a pillow from the couch and throw it at Juno’s face. 

“You’re an asshole, Steel,” Peter pouted and Juno just leaned over to kiss that pout off his face. 

Peter threaded his hand into Juno’s curls and tugged slightly. Juno knew it was payback for his slight mockery, and it only made him kiss the other deeper. 

Peter let his one hand run over Juno’s back, settling in the small of it and pulling him closer to him. Juno obliged happily, letting himself be pulled to his love. 

But just when Juno really let himself lay down on the other, he heard Peter’s stomach growl and he pulled away only for Peter to chase after his lips with a desperation that he had grown accustomed to from the thief. Peter didn’t reach his lips, though, as Juno put his hand on his silky lips. 

“You seem hungry,” He teased. “Want to make something?” 

The other only shook his head.

Juno rolled his eyes, but the smile didn’t leave the lips that Peter had just kissed. “Come on, you useless thief, I’m teaching you how to cook.” 

As Juno stood up, Peter jumped up and stole a kiss from the other. “Useless thief, huh? I beg to differ, I have stolen thousands of things.” 

Juno crossed his arms on his chest and let out an almost annoyed huff. “Like what?” 

Peter looked up as if he was thinking, only to move towards the kitchen. “Your heart, for example.”

The detective followed with a laugh. “That one doesn’t count, I gave that to you freely.” 

Peter wouldn’t tell Juno, but the thought of Juno letting him into his heart, allowing himself to love Peter so fully and unconditionally, was almost too much to handle for him sometimes. So instead of becoming the putty on the floor like his knees wanted him to, he walked into the kitchen with a little too much fake confidence, before jumping up to sit on the counter. 

“So what are you gonna make, Detective?” he grinned, his hands placed next to his thighs, his shoulders pulled up just a little.

“WE-” and Juno really emphasized that word. “-are going to make Spaghetti. It’s easy, and it’s quick and it’s one of my favourite foods, so get down here and help me.”

But Peter didn’t move. Just swayed softly from side to side, grinning smugly.

“Are you gonna come down here and help me make food or not?” Juno asked, his voice laced with fake annoyance. 

The other man, still sitting on the counter, looked up, but avoided Juno's eye. “My legs are really sore from walking all day, dear, and I just plain don’t think that I could stand up without some encouragement.” 

Juno only scoffed while pulling out two pots from his shelf. “If you think that I’m going to come over there and kiss you to encourage you to make food, then you’re just wrong, Nureyev. Your encouragement should be that you are literally not getting any food if you don’t help me. Also half of your butt is on the stove, so cooking might be a little hard.” 

The detective didn’t need to look to know that Peter was pouting, he knew how to play that man like a fiddle. Problem was that Peter knew how to play him too, but to his surprise, the thief got up, gracefully dropping to the ground and turning around so that he was facing the counter. 

“So, how can I help?” he asked, he sounded a little defeated, just slightly. So Juno turned around, handing Peter the bigger pot, and dropping a small kiss on Peter’s lips.

“Fill that with water for me, please. And then salt the water, you will need more than you expect, but not too much.” 

As Peter turned around to walk to the sink, he suddenly had the feeling that he was incredibly stupid. How much salt was too much salt? Couldn’t Juno have just said a measurement? Why did the detective have to make things so hard? 

But he did as he was asked. Dropping the amount of salt into the water that he felt was reasonable, before handing it back to the other. 

He stared at the water, which was slowly getting hotter, worried that he might have fucked it up, might have put too much salt. He was so focused on it that he didn’t notice that Juno was talking to him until he felt a tap on the shoulder. 

He jumped a little at the sudden contact, so out of it that he had forgotten where he was. 

“You okay? You’ve been staring daggers at my poor pot for about two minutes and I’m slowly starting to grow concerned.” 

“No, I’m fine. Just worried about the salt amount,” he admitted sheepishly and Juno shot him a loving smile. 

“If it’s too little, we’ll just resalt it while we are eating, if it’s too much we’ll drown it in the sauce. Don’t worry, it’s not gonna be that bad.”

So they waited until the noodles seemed done, draining them before they moved over to their small table. Filling their plates and smiling at each other over their small accomplishment. 

“Well, dig in,” Juno smiled and loaded his fork with spaghetti, Peter did the same, proud of the fact that they had actually managed to pull this off.

But as they took the first bite, Juno coughed into his hand and Peter could understand why. They were basically just eating salt. Peter had poured way too much into the water and it came to bite him in the ass. 

For a moment, he thought that Juno would be mad, that he was going to be disappointed that Peter couldn’t even do that. But his wonderful Detective did something that Peter should have expected from the beginning. 

He laughed.

He threw his head back, opened his mouth and started laughing, loudly, openly. He laughed like Peter had made the best joke in the entire universe. As if nothing that anyone would ever say, or had ever said could reach the comedy in this scene. 

And as Peter watched his Lady, heard the sound of that gorgeous laughter, a sound which was more beautiful than any song anyone had ever composed, he joined in with the laughter. Watching Juno over the table, watching the detective wipe the tears of laughter from his eye, even though he was still laughing loudly and the tears would be there again in a minute. 

Peter felt his own tears prick at the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t bother wiping them away, focusing too hard on holding his stomach with one hand and his mouth with the other. 

As their laughter slowly died down, Peter smiled at Juno, raising his eyebrows and resting his head on one of his hands. “So, I think I added a little too much salt there.” 

Juno wiped his eye once more, even lifting the eye patch to wipe the tears there too. “Yeah, you could say that, but it’s not too bad for your first time.”

“It’s pretty bad, Juno.” 

Juno just nodded and added a drawn-out “Yeah.” 

“So, any other dinner plans you got in that pretty head of yours or do you want to just starve tonight?” Peter asked smugly. 

Juno looked into the pot with the sauce, they still had a lot and he didn’t want it to go to waste. 

“How about we try this again. We should still have some noodles and I can show you how much salt to add this time, so we don’t... Well, we won’t have a situation like this again.” 

So that was what they did, they threw away the noodles that were more salt than noodle and started the process again, keeping the sauce on low heat, so that it wouldn’t be cold when the noodles were finished.

After a few minutes, Juno pulled out a noodle from the pot with a fork, blew on it and held it to Peter. “Are they done?” 

Peter ate the noodle off the fork carefully, making sure not to burn himself, but as he bit down on it, Juno could hear the obvious crunch so he deemed them not done before Peter even confirmed it. 

They waited for the noodles to be perfect before they took the pot off the stove, drained the water and returned to the table with the noodles and the sauce. 

When they both had a plate of their second attempt in front of them, Juno twirled some of them on his fork and held it towards Peter, who already moved forward to take the bite from the fork, before Juno pulled it back. 

“No no, get some noodles on your fork.” This didn’t really explain anything to Peter, but he did as Juno asked, holding his fork out to Juno, who clinked their forks, as one does with wine glasses before smiling out a soft: “To our horrible cooking ability.”

Peter grinned, before he added, “To us,” before moving his fork back and eating the bite that was on his. 

It was a lot better than the first try, it actually was really good. Which was a good thing, because Peter had the feeling that if they had had to order food after their failed first attempt, he would have starved. 

Juno looked just as pleased with their dinner as him, so they finished their food in mostly silence, due to their shared hunger. 

After a good dinner and successfully cleaning their table, they settled down on the couch together. Juno was leaning against one arm of the couch, Peter settled between his legs, his back against Juno’s chest. He had his comms in his hands, while Juno was flicking through the channels on his TV. 

“Dear?” Peter asked after a few minutes. Juno made a small noise of acknowledgement, to show he was listening. “What are you doing next Tuesday?” 

Juno moved his hand into Peter’s hair, running his fingers through the soft black strands. “Nothing, if I remember correctly. Why?” 

His lover didn’t turn around, just tapped on his comms a few times. “Cause I just signed us up for a cooking course. I would rather not have to repeat what we did today.” 

Juno chuckled softly, before leaning forward, pressing a kiss onto the back of Peter’s head. 

“I love you, Nureyev.” 

Peter put his comms on the table, and leaned further back into Juno’s chest, tilting his head upwards to look into the other's eye. “I love you just the same, my dear.” 

At that moment, something pulled on Peter’s heart. Something that he had never expected to happen, the domesticity of it made his heart soar. He had Juno and Juno had him and for a second, in this moment of peace, he knew that that was all he needed.

And if Juno had thought the same thing, he didn’t mention it. Just dropped another kiss on Peter’s forehead and pulled him closer, before they both focused on the TV, trying to find something to watch that wasn’t too horrible. 

There, on a ratty old couch, in a small apartment in Hyperion City, Peter found his happiness and Juno found it as well. 

[justthingstbh]

Have some soft Jupeter

The Lucky Ones

Read on Ao3

They were lying on the bed in Peter’s room after a long day and they just really wanted some peace and quiet. Peter was sitting with his back against the headboard, holding a book with one hand while his other was drawing patterns on Juno’s back, who was playing a game on his comms. Rita had installed it for him. “Something to pass the time,” she had said and she was right, it was just stupid enough that Juno didn’t have to think about it, but also not quite stupid enough that his brain could go down spirals. 

Sadly, tiny colourful blocks can only keep a mind occupied for so long before it went down a spiral. Specifically, a spiral that Juno had become quite accustomed to since they had talked and had managed to put their pasts to rest. He knew that they had talked, that they communicated a lot better now, that everything had changed, but sometimes, his brain wouldn’t shut up. Sometimes it would tell him that he didn’t deserve to feel this happy, this content with Peter. He worried that one day Peter would realise how hurt he still was and leave Juno, which he wouldn’t blame him for. 

So when his brain started spiralling again, he put down his comms, and scooched upwards, hiding his face in Peter’s neck and closing his eye to try to drown out everything, except his lover’s heartbeat, and his touch.

The long fingers running and softly scratching his back helped ground him. The warmth Peter radiated helped Juno focus on how happy he was. But even with all of that, it wasn’t enough. So he took a shaky breath and spoke up. 

“Isn’t it exhausting sometimes?” Juno whispered into the crook of Peter’s neck, who only made a small questioning sound. “Isn’t it exhausting to love me sometimes?” he explained and Peter just pushed his hand through Juno’s hair. 

“You know Juno, yes it is. Sometimes it's exhausting to love you, for example when you put your cold feet on my back at night only to see me squirm, or when you steal the fries right off my plate. But Juno, dear, don’t you ever for a second think that just because it can be exhausting to love you, it means you don’t deserve love. Because all those small exhausting aspects in you just make me love you more, they are part of you and I didn’t just fall in love with Juno Steel, perfect detective. Hell, Juno, I was head over heels for you the second you tried to climb out of your dumb window.” He pushed Juno’s face away from the nook of his shoulder and placed a palm lovingly on his cheek. “I love you for all your good and all your bad parts. And that will never change.” 

Juno closed his eye for a second, trying to take it all in. Peter watched him with amazement, he watched the curls on his forehead, the scar on the bridge of his nose. He watched how his eyelashes fluttered and how his perfect lips seemed to beg for a kiss. 

Instead of kissing Juno on the lips tho, he went for his forehead, pressing the most gentle kiss there. 

He heard Juno hum in delight and he softened in his arms. “I love you too Nureyev, for all your amazing and all your terrible parts,” he whispered softly.

Peter contorted his face in fake shock. “As if I had terrible parts, I beg you to take that back, or at least try to elaborate on such a lie.” 

Juno opened his eye to stare at the other, only to push himself off the thief’s lap. “Do you really think you can handle me telling you your bad parts?” He teased.

“Oh absolutely detective, please enlighten me.” 

Juno made a show of it, he started with tapping his finger against his mouth, as if in deep thought. “Well, I think I should start with your eyes first,” Peter’s heart constricted for just a second, did Juno really have parts that he hated in him? But his worries were eased with the next sentence Juno spoke. “They are way too beautiful. It’s too easy for me to get lost in them, so frankly they are terrible. Also, the way you sometimes look at me, with all that love in your eyes, horrible. Makes me feel really unloved.” The detective was grinning from ear to ear, obviously teasing. 

“And then your personality? All sweet and caring and at the same time, so indescribably intelligent, way too smart for your own good.” 

The former detective leaned in closer, letting his hand settle on Peter’s cheek, his thumb only millimetres from his lips. “And don’t even get me started on those lips. Lips like silk, did you know that that was the first thought I had when you kissed me all that time ago? That your lips were so soft, that they almost felt unreal? It’s still true, you know. They still feel like that.” He let his calloused thumb glide over the corner of Peter’s mouth. “But now I know that they are real and that I can kiss them whenever my heart desires, and you say it’s okay, of course.” 

Peter leaned his head to the side to drop a small kiss on Juno’s thumb. “Would you do me the honours of allowing me to feel yours again? As a comparison?” he smiled and Juno moved in closer. 

“With pleasure.” 

People can find comfort in many things, their job, their friends, but some lucky ones, get to find it in a kiss from their loved ones. Some get to find it in the warm embrace of falling asleep together, in a forehead kiss, in a soft hand holding theirs, in a laugh that could brighten up the room, or in kind words spoken in the darkest hours. Yes, some of the lucky ones get to find comfort in their loved ones. 

Juno never thought he was going to be one of them, but life can surprise even the most observant detectives.