#ginger's quizzes!

[windvexer]

find some stuff to do magic about (feat. practicing sorcery is fun and good)

Do you want to do magic? Yes. Do you know what to do magic on? Maybe not. Here is a post for that. Take what you like and leave the rest behind.

Confront your learned helplessness face on because I'll bet money that there's a shit ton of stuff in your life you'd change if you hadn't trained yourself to pave it over just to make your highway of life a little less bumpy.

Let me tell you something I believe. I believe that most all of us have been trained to think that:

wanting things to go well,

wanting to be happy,

wanting little joys and pleasures in life,

and wanting not to be aggravated by the small things

somehow makes us weak, lacking, immature, or insecure,

or even worse,

that putting up with bullshit is somehow automatically makes us a better person, as if we've all got a cosmic thermometer that won't ding "good person!" until we've had it up to here with bullshit and then still force ourselves to grin and bear it.

"If I do magic to shorten the Starbucks drive-through doesn't that make me impatient? I don't want to use magic as spiritual bypassing in order to avoid my flaws."

Well then. Far be it from me to decry the kratophany of Prometheus getting his liver pecked out by eagles every day, manifest in your sacred sacrifice of having your minutes pecked out of your day, one by one, as you wait in line.

Make a list. Keep it with you. On paper, on your phone. Doesn't matter. It's a list of things you'd like to change. Little fleeting things that rear their head only for a second or so before our industrial-powered steamrollers smash it into the ground. Big things that you stew over day to day.

No problem is too petty. No splinter in your side is too insignificant. Betty at the office blows her nose every day at 8:15am and if you have to hear it one more time you are going to burn the building down? Put it on the list.

Do you have to leave 20 minutes early for work on Thursdays because a freight train blocks the freeway for five minutes and your city backs up like Betty's nose? What is magic going to do, rearrange the city's entire traffic patterns? Maybe so. Who cares. That's magic's problem, not yours. Put it on the list.

Have your eye on quite a cute designer bag? Does it cost your monthly rent? Put it on the list.

Learn to stare your life in the eye again with the verv of someone who has just found a reality-warping gun with unlimited ammunition. Game night gets cancelled too often? You never remember to use your pizza coupons? You can never remember to get ginger ale at the store? Put it on the list.

Feed yourself what ails you like a crab going absolutely bonkers in a plankton-filled tank.

just do some of that normal "witchy" stuff, why not

Protections: Not only for spirits and stuff!

Against unwanted solicitors

Against your room mate's creepy partner coming over

Against debt collectors finding your new phone number

Against surprise quizzes in your course

Against nightmares

And from time to time a sorcerer does like a good house ward. Experiment with yours, why not? Waiting until you're under attack to learn how to put up protections is like waiting until you're drowning to learn swimming. Sure, the sheer adrenaline-fueled terror might get you somewhere - or it might get in the way.

You don't normally use altars? Build one, why not. Build secret ones in shoe boxes. Experiment with altars and compound magic.

Perhaps you'd like a mini spellcasting kit to go? I don't know if making one counts as doing magic, but it's fun to make them.

Why not develop and prepare an oil or incense blend that must steep for a few months before it's ready? You don't need it now, right? So that means it's prime time to make things that are supposed to "mature" before use.

And hey, what's the deal with cleansing? A lot of people make fun of it now. Some people say it's important and necessary. Why not get really into cleansing and develop your own take? Practice gentle cleansing, nuclear cleansing, cleansing with pure energy and cleansing with candles, cleansing with cleaning products and cleansing with joy.

casting a spell right now is not the same thing as activating it right now and you can still gain a lot of experience in magic without releasing spells into the wild

I think that a lot of people think of spells as I light the candle and the spell is activated and it goes and does the thing, so if there is no Thing right now, then I can't cast the spell,

whereas if you reframed it as I am creating a spell-creachur that will hibernate in this little vessel until I spill it out into the world,

you may actually find that there are dozens of spells for you to actively develop, experiment with, cast, learn from, and passively benefit from - without necessarily needing any of them right now.

And the benefit is, if you don't actually need it right now, that takes a ton of pressure off of you. If you're not acting out of desperation, experimentation can be very fun indeed.

What about the most intense jaw-breakingly stupid strong protective amulet you've ever conceived of? Make it, why not. Make five prototypes on your journey to the strongest danged protection amulet this side of social media.

Who cares if you don't need them? Maybe some day you'll meet someone who does. Or, you know, magic is fun and doing it is its own reward.

What about a talisman for dreamwork and astral travel? Make something that reeks so intensely of the moon that it launches people out of their bodies just by walking past it.

Decide to perfect the most dazzling money-drawing candle spell. Make that your thing. You don't need cash right now? No worries; donate it to charity.

Have fun. Experiment. Made something that came through a little too hard and now it's causing problems? What a wonderful opportunity to learn how to disassemble a spell vessel.

Make yourself a cabinet full of enchantments. Learn how to contain the energy radiating off of all those enchantments. Realize you need more space and learn to combine multiple similar enchantments into one vessel.

make trusting friends who will let you cast on them.

(self explanatory)

[lily-174]

secret boyfriend- dante torres x reader

overview: working as a firefighter at 51 was a dream come true apart from the fact everyone knows everything, yet when you get a new boyfriend your best friends try their best to figure out who it is.

trigger warning: none a bit cheesy, not proofread

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“no i’ve definitely got it this time” blake stated as he joined you, ritter and violet at the table you laughed as he sat down at the round table in the common room. they’d been trying to figure out who your new boyfriend is, but dante is new to intelligence you didn’t want all your friends from 51 ambushing him.

“i’m not even sure if you guys know him yet” you could see ritter stuck in his thoughts trying to figure out who it could be blake had a huge smile on his face confident with his answer that he was finally going to reveal your boyfriend.

“will halstead. it’s gotta be i saw you two talking at med last shift” blake spoke confidently, he couldn’t be more wrong, violet laughed knowing it definitely wasn’t the ginger having said to violet a long time ago jay was the more attractive brother.

“no blake, and if i was dating a halstead it would be jay” you laughed, blake huffed now trying to think of someone else who could possibly be your boyfriend having no idea it was the new guy in intelligence.

“who’s dating a halstead?” stella stopped as she walked past the table pulling a chair over to sit between you and blake joining the conversation.

“y/n has a boyfriend but she wont tell us who so we’re trying to guess.” ritter looked over at stella in hopes she would know more, but she sighed shaking her head as she tried to think of anyone she’d seen you with.

“he a doctor?” she asked and you shook your head, you weren’t sure they even knew dante was in intelligence they may have seen him at mollys though.

“no but you might have seen him at mollys” you gave your best friends a hint, blake and ritter now whispering ideas between themselves. stella now thinking about anyone she’d seen while working behind the bar at mollys.

“firefighter?” violet asked hopefull, if he was a firefighter she doubted he would be in this house and they didn’t know very many other firefighters.

“nope” you smiled happily enjoying watching your friends struggle to figure out who you were dating, your dating life was easy compared to blake’s who had just slept with herrmanns niece.

“a cop?” ritter asked and you stayed quiet causing blake to smile.

“so he’s a cop! he intelligence?” blake asked but luckily you were saved by kelly calling out your name while walking into the common room.

“some flowers were just dropped off for you” kelly said and you smiled getting up to go and see what flowers dante had gotten you, your friends getting up to follow you, walking out to the apparatus floor to see a bunch of roses left on the squad table taking the note from the  bouquet of flowers you read the note that had been left on them. blake peering over your shoulder also reading the note.

“come on y/n you’ve got to tell us now, he seems like a gentleman” stella spoke up looking at the flowers and you smiled he really is.

“you guys might see him at mollys later” that was the last thing you said before the alarm went of signifying you had to go on a call, running to the truck with blake and stella you put your gear on and jumped in the back where blake quizzed you on the way to the scene.

the way back to the house all the members of truck 81 began quizzing you, you laughing as everyone continued to guess wrong, every member of intelligence every doctor at med. had been guessed but not one person guessed dante.

as you walked back into the common room you were met with ritter, violet and brett stood against the counter with wide cheeky grins, blake stood next to you still guessing random names that you just shook your head too, as you got closer to your three friend their grins grew.

“brett gave us a hint” ritter smiled arms crossed over his chest, the look on his face one of glory as he was clearly proud of himself thinking he was about to put everyone to shame and give up your boyfriends name.

“did she now?” you smiled pouring yourself a cup of coffee blake immediately asking brett for more information.

“the new guy in intelligence.” ritter stated proudly, violet, brett and blake all now looking at you waiting for you to confirm if ritter was correct, you looked up at him with a smile.

“mollys after shift and you’ll find out” was the last thing said before the sirens went off again and it was brett and violets time to head out on a call, leaving ritter and blake to question you further about dante, you were consistent with telling them to wait until they met him properly at mollys after shift.

a few more calls and a few more cups of coffee later and your shift had ended to your relief you could now head to mollys and relax with your friends and your boyfriend. after your shift you went home to change into some nicer clothes before meeting your friends at mollys for 7.

“where is he?” blake asked as you walked in, his eagerness making you chuckle. blake was always so involved and interested.

“he’s on his way. stella two beers please” you smiled to your friend behind the bar and she nodded, turning back to blake, violet and ritter you could tell they were excited to meet dante.

“can you guys calm down don’t scare him off” you laughed, you loved your friends but you couldn’t deny they could be too much sometimes. violet nodded drinking her beer as you all began talking about your day and the calls you’d been on.

then a group entered mollys, intelligence. jay kev and adam walked in followed by kim and hailey. then dante walked in. your eyes falling straight on him, you got up making your way over to him, he smiled seeing you as you took his hand leading you over to your friends.

“dante, this is blake ritter violet and my lieutenant stella” you introduced your best friends to your boyfriend as he smiled at them you couldn’t help but fall in love with him.

“and you guys this is dante my boyfriend and yes ritter the newest member of intelligence” dante smiled at your words blake and ritter both going to shake his hand which he gratefully returned shaking their hands.

“you owe me 20 bucks i was right” ritter quickly whispered into blake’s ear as dante sat down next to you

[bbgthoma]

— THEIR REACTION TO SOMEONE FLIRTING WITH YOU bungo stray dogs men x gn!reader

ft. chuuya nakahara, nikolai gogol, sigma, fyodor dostoevsky, ranpo edogawa

cw. pda, insecurities, getting flirted with while being drunk

a/n. you aren’t dating yet in any of the scenarios. (f/d) means fav dessert, (f/b) means fav beverage.

— CHUUYA NAKAHARA

chuuya never was able to tell you that he does, but he has feelings for him. he might sound like a cocky bitch, but in reality, he’s pretty insecure. he feels like he’s never good enough and that this is why everyone keeps either way betraying him or leaving him behind. he fears confessing his feelings to you fearing rejection, betrayal and abandonment.

at the very moment, you were taking a stroll together. while you had your attention focus on your own steps, chuuya was staring at you. your face is a beautiful view to him. feeling like someone was staring at you, you look up to chuuya to catch this one staring. he immediately turns red and looks away embarrassed making you chuckle. “you good chuuya?” you asked in a teasing tone. “yes” the flustered ginger replies. “mhm, alright” you reply with a smile.

all of this made you lose track of your steps as you walk on your opened shoe tie about to fall, but someone catches you before you do. you slowly blink in shock of what just happened then look up at the person who stopped you from falling. there, you make eye contacts with brown haired guy with grey eyes. he chuckles saying “falling for me?” which makes you blush. “what- no, i-” you replied in shock.

you felt someone pulling you away from the guy, so you look try to look behind yourself to see no one else than chuuya. “no because we’re dating” the ginger said giving a glare to the guy who was flirting with you. the guy blinks slowly to then open his mouth to say something but nothing could come of it. he clears his throat to then say “sorry” he says as he walks away.

“yeah you better be!” chuuya scoffs pretty pissed off. he then lets go of you rolling his eyes, then he looks at your shocked expression. “what?” he asked annoyed. “nothing, just- since when did you become my boyfriend?” you ask in total shock. the guy’s eyes widen. “fuck” he mumbles to himself turning completely. “uh… it was just an excuse for him to leave you alone…” chuuya then says awkwardly smiling.

“chuuya” you say to catch his attention. he snaps out of his thoughts and immediately looks at you. “do you have feelings for me?” you ask crossing your arms. “uh? what? i mean- you do are absolutely gorgeous, hot, funny, kind, talented, admiring, pretty, stunning and any other compliments existing in this world buttt…” he said as he makes an eye contact with you. he keeps getting the t of the word ‘but’ going feeling intimidated by your stare. it was pretty, yes, but it was also intimidating. he gives up on trying to lie and ends up saying “yes”

you chuckle at his disappointed reaction as he sighs. “chuu” you say to once again catch his attention. “i like you too” you say with a smile. “what?” he asks in shock. “i like you t-” you repeat yourself, but you get cut off by chuuya’s kiss. your eyes widened as the guy kisses you more deeply. he had to get on his tippie toes to reach you so you end up kissing back leaning over so he could lower down.

— NIKOLAI GOGOL

you are someone really smart, you can find the answers to every quiz you get asked, which is also why nikolai, as someone who loves quizzes, started getting interested in you. he loves how confident you are when he tells you that he got a new quiz for you. he doesn’t even realize it, but he gets jealous when you try feel the same way about someone defying you with a quiz.

right now, nikolai and you were at a café and you were trying to respond one of his quizzes. “this is harder than usual” you say as you put your hands together in a thinking position. “are you saying that you give up?” nikolai asks with sparkles in the eyes. “of course not” you reply amused. you re-read the question licking your lip in total concentration, when a server comes.

“your order?” this one asks. “oh” said getting your attention taken away from quiz. “mhm a (f/d) and (f/b)” you say with a smile. “i’ll take the same thing” nikolai said getting impatient. he wanted you to focus on your quiz. “noted” the server says with a smile. “oh and by the way, i love your hoodie, where did you buy it?” the server asks as nikolai licks his lip in annoyance.

“oh, my friend gave this so me so i don’t really know where. sorry” you replied with an awkward smile. “oh, it’s alright then” this one replied with a smile. “though, i love your necklace” you said with a smile getting nikolai mad. he was getting on his last nerve and was trying to remain calm. “thank you!” the server said with a smile. another server tells this one “mia, keep on with your job or boss will get mad”

“sorry mike” mia replies bowing down to him in an apologetic way. before she could leave, “my name’s (y/n) by the way!” you say with a smile. “nice to meet you (y/n)! see you in a while” she says walking away. “what a nice girl” you said with a smile as you look at nikolai.

he lets out a ‘tsk’ then says “yeah whatever, now hurry up and find the answer” he says annoyed. you slowly blink shocked of his unusual attitude. “niko” you say catching his attention. “what?” he asks impatiently. “are you jealous?” you ask amused. “what? no i’m not” he replies confused of why you would even ask this. you chuckle then say “nikolai” and he looks you annoyed.

“what’s so funny?” he asked confused and pissed off. “nothing, just the fact that you don’t realize your own emotions and feelings” you say with a smile. “what do you mean?” he asks not understanding what you’re trying to tell him. you sigh and say “lean closer” and he does as you say. he leans closer to you and you place a little kiss on his lip. his eyes widen as you back away saying “how did that make you feel?”

“is this a quiz?” he asked and you shrug. “i guess?” you reply unsure if this can be considered as a quiz. “oh. okay fine, i’ll solve it. butttt, you have to solve mine after i’m done” he replies with a smirk. “that’s what i was planning to do” you reply with a shrug. he says “so, i have to say how i felt about our lips touching?”

you chuckle at the way he describes a kiss. “yes, if you wanna put it that way” you say nodding. “mhm, so uh- it was too shor. if i’m to be honest, i think it should have had lasted longer. and i feel like there was something missing. it was so sudden that it took my breathe away for the whole time of that short kiss. for some reason, my heart started racing too. i don’t know, i never felt this way. was it fear? what could i possibly be scared of? and i also felt my cheeks heating up a little” he responded unsure of the reasoning of anything he said.

“mhm… say niko. do you know what’s love?” you asked trying to get him closer to the answer. “yeah, the feeling that people have for someone they appreciate, admire, find attractive, find fun and good to hang out with. they feel attached to them as a comfort person. and that’s all i know” he says with a shrug. “love is so complicated, i’ll never understand it” he says as he sighs. “how do you feel about me?” you ask this time. he doesn’t answer thinking of his answer as he makes a ‘o’ with his mouth.

“are you trying to say that i feelings for you?” he asks finally understanding your thoughts. “took you long enough. well. for a quiz genius” you said amused. “am i though? oh my god. i’m in love with you” he says sounding like someone who just found out they’re homosexual. you chuckle and say “love is a strong is a strong word niko, maybe you just like me” then you smile. “no no no, (y/n)” he said putting his hands on your shoulders. “i am in love with you” he says staring into your eyes.

— SIGMA

you often came to sigma’s casino and you eventually grew closer to him. you are his favorite and most appreciative guest. whenever you are losing at a game, he always tries to help you out with it so you can get better. he would even sometimes cheat as a host to make you win. before he could even realize what was going on, anyone else could tell he was simply in love with you.

at the moment, you were drinking playing a game with sigma hosting it. you were getting pretty drunk and the one you were playing against was losing. taking advantage of your drunkess, he tries to try it on you. “say, are you single?” he asks with a smirk. you hiccup saying “yep” which makes him chuckle. “someone with a pretty face like yours should be having a lover though. how about we put on a bet? if i win, we start dating” he says on a flirty tone.

before you could even answer, sigma says “i think it’s preferable to not put on bets like that with someone drunk” which makes both your attention and your adversary’s get put on sigma. “why do you care?” the blond haired asked raising his brow. “you’re just a host, so don’t go ruining bets. unless you want to date that beauty too. oh, how about we put this way, if i win, i get to win i‘m the one dating them and if…” he said but went quiet not knowing your name. “(y/n)” you reply as he nods. “and if (y/n) wins, you get to date them. how you like that?”

“i cannot acce-” sigma started but was cut off by you saying “deal”. sigma looks at you worriedly. “come on sigma, and this would help the rumors out. you know that everyone thinks you have feelings for (y/n)?” this one asked with a smirk. sigma just keeps quiet continuing along with the game. “oh depending on who gets to be the boyfriend, we get to kiss too” the blond haired adds up amused.

sigma sighs trying to remain calm as the game gets going. in a few moment it made it look like the guy was gonna win, which made sigma worried and jealous, but in the end, you end up winning. “TAKE THAT FUCKER!” you yell out of joy as you drink up the last ml of your bottle. you put it down on the table so brutally that sigma swore it was gonna break. the blond haired rolls his eyes annoyed then says “kiss (y/n), i don’t care”

sigma blushes, he forgot about the kiss part. “i guess your cute ass is my boyfriend now” you said obviously drunk as you chuckle. sigma gulp and says “y-yeah” as he stares at you approaching him. you place a soft kiss on his lips making his heart race. his cheeks burn up as he finds it hard to breathe.

— FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

fyodor is a cocky guy, he doesn’t believe being inferior to anyone, which is why he isn’t the jealous type. if he wants something, he’ll get it and you can’t easily take if away from him. he also doesn’t show any affection or dependance to anyone, he thinks he’s better on his own. even though, these times he’s find himself getting a little to interested with you.

today was fyodor’s birthday and you bought him a gift. you were both at a park as he opening his gift. he opens it up to see a hat. “i hope you like this” you say awkwardly. he just stares at the hat quietly. “uh. it’s because like- you know. you seem very interested into your current hat, so i thought you like hats and uh…” you said trying to explain the reasoning of this gift. he takes off his hat and puts it on for you, then he grabs the one you bought for him and puts it on. he smiles and you blush at the idea of him letting you wear his hat.

fyodor lets no one wear his hat nor touch it. he is too attached to it for some reason. suddenly, someone taps your shoulder. “excuse me, is this yours?” they ask showing you a key. you touch your pockets to notice that your keys were gone. “yes, oh my god, thank you” you said sighing on relief. “no problem” the black haired girl said with smile.

“i like your necklace by the way” she says staring at your chest. “oh, thank you” you say with a smile. “no problem. my name is nina” she says with a smile. “nice to meet you nina. i’m (y/n) and this is fyodor” you say as you smile to the birthday boy. his only respond was “yeah, we’re dating” which left you in shock. “oh, well you look like a lovely couple” nina says with a bright smile. “a pretty couple. specially pretty from you” she says winking at you. “oh thank you!” you said with a smile. she looks at the time saying “gotta go! bye!” she said as she left.

“since when are we dating?” you asked confused and shocked. “since now” he said as he leaned over to kiss your lips making you blush.

— RANPO EDOGAWA

ranpo and you went to a candy shop to buy some sweets since your friend loves snacks. “ranpo, this is enough. you’ll get diabetes” you said which upset the brown haired. he pouted for a bit but ended up sighing and saying “fine”. you smile as you both walk up to the cashier to pay for the sweets.

he scanned all of the products as ranpo started looking for his pocket to pay up. while waiting, the cashier stares at you to then say “you’re the person of my dream” which makes ranpo look up at him, no longer looking for his wallet. “what?” you asked while blushing which make ranpo lick his bottom lip.

“sorry” he says shaking his head. “i meant it that way. i meant to say that i saw you in my dream” he says correcting his words. “oh, what were we doing?” you ask curiously. he stays quiet. “i…” he starts not being able to say anything else. ranpo gives him a cold glare which makes him gulp. “sorry, i even got your boyfriend mad” he says looking down.

“my boyfriend-? ranpo isn’t my boyfriend. and he isn’t ma-” you start to then shut up noticing how mad he looked. your mouth shaped into an ‘o’. ranpo pulls out his card and pays up for the sweets. he grabs the plastic bag and pulls you out of the shop along with him.

“ranpo. what was that?” you asked shocked. “nothing” he grumbled annoyed while looking down. “ranpo” you said as he looks up to you. “what?” he asks sighing. “did you get jealous?” you ask raising your brows. he stays quiet. “oh my god. you got jealous” you say amused. “(y/n), do you even know why he stood quiet? that fucking pervert dreamed about fucking you” ranpo says annoyed.

“oh. still proving my point” you say shrugging. he rolls his eyes making you chuckle. you lean over to kiss lip then get slightly away saying “don’t worry, i’m yours” which makes him turn red.

[missstratford]

All things Muggle

A/n: I’m really sorry if this is too cringy or not what you wanted, cause I wrote in middle of my exam! But I really hope you like this. ❣❣

“Here it is lads and ladies!” you hear Fred’s voice boom in the Gryffindor common room. You had nestled yourself in a comfy corner of the room pleasantly reading a novel when you heard a big commotion. Fred and George, otherwise popularly known as The Weasley twins, had made it clear they were going to raid their dad’s office until they’d run out of entertaining things. It was the third week in a row that they’d brought a bag full of muggle things and dumped it in the center of the common room, attracting almost all the Gryffindors. You happened to be in the same year as them and, at this point, were used to their antics. But who frustrated you the most was George Weasley. Where Fred Weasley was the politest and kind to you, George Weasley, you were sure, had no idea of your existence. George would always brush past you in the hallways without bothering to stop and apologies and this had brought you to the enlightening conclusion that you truly could not put up with someone like George.

But the twins had pulled their last straw today and you were sick of it. Every time the boys brought in muggle items, George would, quite confidently, explain each of them entirely wrong while ignoring Fred’s constant plea to stop and let him explain. What aggravated you was the fact that you, being a muggle, knew exactly what those were and found it very hard to stop yourself from going up to the group and explaining it. That’s how you found yourself standing beside George Weasley gripping the personal CD player in your hand, glaring at him. “Wha-“ his sentence was cut short by you interjecting, “This is NOT a donut-making machine. This,” you looked away from the ginger turning to face the entire common room, “is a CD player.” You finished. “No! it most certainly is not!” George exclaimed trying to grab the player from you but was stopped when you gazed at him. It was as if time stopped, you couldn’t look away from his honey irises staring into yours. With immense reluctance, you turned away and grabbed a CD of your favorite song from your bag and placed it into the CD player. Gentle tunes filled the awestruck common room, you held George’s gaze, “This is my most treasured muggle item, I couldn’t have let you explain that wrong.” You mumbled and left taking your music with you.

That seemed to set things off, now you found George everywhere, and surprisingly, seemed to want your help more than ever. He was usually followed by a face-palming Fred when he demanded you tell him everything that you knew about muggle ‘treasures’ as he liked to call them. You had agreed and soon caught yourself meeting George almost every day in a secluded spot in the corner room. These moments were especially hard for you as George would be so close in front of you, knees bumping, breath mingling. His eyes would never leave yours as you would animatedly explain to him the glorious things he would bring from his father’s newest findings.  Fred would interrupt him sometimes saying, “You do know that I exist and am well aware of these muggle things as Y/n is, don’t you?” and getting shooed off by George quite hurriedly.

“Are you free tomorrow after lunch?” He asked, one breezy evening. “Why?” you had asked, trying to turn on the GameBoy that he brought to you. “I need your help with Muggle Studies. I mean you are amazing at the subject, it would be a great help if you’d agree.” I said innocently. “Like a study date?” you asked him, boldness creeping in you, “Why not?” a smirk made its way to his freckled face. You couldn’t fight your own smile and answered, “All right I’ll be there.”  

A week after your tutoring session with George began, you found yourself wondering, why did he even need your help for Muggle studies. You had caught him multiple times answering your quizzes with great accuracy, but whenever you asked him about it, he would simply state that he studied really hard that day. Your suspicions seemed to increase when you found Jordan and Fred teasing George one afternoon, “Enjoying your study dates Georgie?” chuckled Jordan, his question was met by George throwing a pillow at his face. Now you were determined to know the real reason behind George wanting you to tutor him. Did he actually like you back? No, you decided, he was far too interested in Angelina for him to have feelings for you.

Brushing past your thoughts, you made your way to the library, quickly spotting the Ginger. George’s gaze fell on you when you refused to sit beside him, “Is everything alright?” he asked, voice laced with concern. “You tell me.” You said, brows furrowing. “What do you mean?” he asked confused. “Why do you want me to tutor you George? You clearly are a master of the subject. If anything, you should be the one tutoring me!” you felt a couple of student’s stares on you. “Well y/n, that’s because of you tutoring me.” “Oh cut the crap George.” He flinched at your tone, “Fred showed me your previous essay, you’ve got an O in all of them. You didn’t even know me back then.” You huffed in frustration. “Well that’s because, because” George sputtered trying to find an excuse, you were tired of his game and turned to leave when, you heard his chair screech and his warm hand engulf yours. Pulling you to him he whispered, “Because I love you.”

Your anger fizzled out as your cheeks heated up, you were standing so close you could count his freckles. “What?” you asked, unable to comprehend what just happened. “I love you, Y/n. you know my dad is passionate about all things muggle and so am I, I never thought I’d find someone as passionate as me, until I met you. You are a living dream of mine.” He finished his confession earnestly searching your gaze for an answer, “how would to fancy a mug of butterbeer, I got the GameBoy to work”. You whispered back, lips parting to a grin. “Of course but I’ve got to do one more thing.” George said and before you could ask what, his soft lips pressed to yours. You found your fingers stroking his jaw earning a low moan from him. “George Weasley, I adore you.” You mumbled, bringing back your lips to his smiling ones.

[fleursfairies]

k im literally going to tag this post with ginger characters because i actually want this to reach people

but i dont think yall understand

being a redhead is ROUGH man, especially on the internet

if you are slightly below gorgeous you are told you are worth nothing and that you should change who you are so you look prettier and no one even bats an eye

i just saw a tiktok that was like "the world if redhead's didn't exist" and it was like one of those videos of like the perfect world. and then everyone in the comments were agreeing. i saw one comment that was like "what did gingers do to yall" and the reply was "exist"

like i know its a joke but like....no its not. people fully hate us for no reason.

and then, if you are drop dead gorgeous (which most redheads are) you either get EXTREMELY sexualized or get comments like "the one good ginger" and "gingers are either a 0 or a 10" and seeing those comments are really hurtful

like all the redheads i know are either super hot or super cute

boys and girls alike

and the poor ginger boys, so much hate for no reason. every ginger boy at my school is actually so cute like im obsessed with all of them but they always get comments like "ginger guys are so ugly"

and everyone saying these things have successfully made us hate ourselves. i personally love my red hair but i know so many redheads that dont. i saw a comment, also on tiktok today, that was like "if i was ginger id either kms or dye it" and the op was like "yeah i should probably dye it"

do you know how sad it is?

once a black guy told me that "gingers are like the black people of the white community" and you can really take that two ways

1. we're just that cool

and 2. we are hated for absolutely no reason

the only thing is that nowadays no one is gonna bat an eye when you insult a redhead for how they look

(im not saying our struggles are equal to black people that has nothing to do with what im talking about)

also the fact that i was asked if the curtains matched the drapes by a grown man when i was 12

also the fact that people are dying their hair red and calling themselves gingers while not experiencing any of this

also the fact that we are left out of buzzfeed quizzes and any customization type thing. often times when i do picrews i have to make my hair pink because for some reason they have pink as an option before ginger

[shepardsherd]

New Blood - 2022 me was wild

The Short Drabble Collection: New Blood

Prompt: “You Must Be New Here”

Samantha

I remember her like it was the first time seeing her. She was striking; ginger hair, jade green eyes and she was wearing what looked to be a suit. She was new around here, around the President’s office. But I’d seen her down in Washington before.

Her name was Winnie. She was the new kid on the block, very young…

She’d heard about all that I’d done and came for an interview, wanting to spill all the secrets to the world on one of her new podcasts that sunk in the sea of endless never-ending podcasts that were shouting over the crowd to be heard. She was what we wanted: new blood. New ideas to bring the world to a better place and we needed people who were willing to learn.

So, I agreed to satisfy her needs. I agreed to an interview but promised the President I wouldn’t reveal any classified information. I’m true to my word.

Winnie was surrounded by secretaries, secret service agents and the like, all quizzing her on what she’s doing here.

I decide to make my entrance – sauntering over like there isn’t a problem in the world.

“You must be new here. I’m Samantha Preston, the woman you’re here to interview.” I crack a genuine smile and the woman lights up.

The secret service agents nod and leave the woman alone and I take her into my office, sitting behind my desk.

“So, my darling. Where shall we begin? What’s this podcast called?” I ask.

“Its called Some People Do Have Secrets and its about big stories in the media that people have touched upon, but they never tell the full story.”

This is going to be interesting. Very interesting.

[bluestar22x]

Second Chance News

Second Chances (Part 7): Second Chance News

Summary: Marcus has been here before - Marcus POV

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x OFC!Elena

Rating: 18+ series, 13+ rated chapter

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy symptoms

Word Count: 2,371

Author’s Note: Yes, I picture his reaction when he puts two and two together being exactly like in that gif above. Same expression, different emotion behind it.

xxx

Series Masterlist

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“Marcus Moreno!”

Oh oh. If there was one thing Marcus knew was absolute, it was that it was never good when a mother or a wife used your full name.

“You’re leaving a trail of mud behind you,” Elena notified him, pointing at the floor he’d traveled over.

He glanced back and cringed. He’d only wandered a few feet off the doormat to hang up his jacket, but he had indeed left quite a mess behind him.

“Sorry,” he apologized, immediately kicking off his shoes and placing them back on the mat. “I’ll pick up my mess after I talk to Missy.”

“What do you need to talk to Missy about?” Elena questioned, back turned to him as she stirred the pot of soup she’d been cooking on the stove.

“The Heroics are having a meeting tomorrow and the bosses want all the kids there too,” Marcus informed her.

He heard whining by Elena’s feet and peered over the island in the center of the kitchen to see Ginger sitting there, staring longingly up at the pot of soup.

“Ginger, would you stop?” Elena snapped, glaring down at the dog before turning back to face Marcus. “Can you take Ginger with you upstairs? And tell Missy to stop sneaking her table scraps. She’s starting to beg again.”

“Sure thing,” he said, walking around to scoop up Ginger and quickly exiting the room to climb the stairs.

He glanced down at the little dog and raised his eyebrows. “She’s not having a good day, is she?” He’d have to ask Elena what was eating at her later. It wasn’t like her to be so short tempered with him, let alone Ginger, and usually it was his mother who hounded him about keeping the house clean. She’d gone behind his back many times to clean his house after he’d become a widower.

He knocked on the closed door to Missy’s room and she yelled, “Come in!”

When he did, he found her sitting up on her bed, cross-legged, playing some sort of mobile zoo game on her phone.

“What’s up?” she inquired, dragging her eyes away from the screen.

“I wanted to let you know that Berkely wants everyone at the meeting tomorrow,” he replied, “Including you.”

She perked up, always excited to be more involved with the Heroics team. She reminded him of himself before his family became his priority. “Awesome. Are they going to talk about getting us better suits?”

“I don’t know about that,” he said, shrugging. “They never really tell me anything beforehand.”

“Sometimes I think they forget you’re the leader of the team,” Missy told him.

“I think so too,” he agreed with a laugh.

“Why are you carrying Ginger around?” she quizzed.

Marcus deposited the dog on her bedspread and his daughter pulled her close to pet her. “She was getting on Elena’s nerves. You’ve got to stop giving her human food Missy.”

She flashed him a guilty look. “Sorry. It’s just so difficult. I mean, look at this face.” She gently framed the dog’s head so his eyes could meet Ginger’s.

“No more,” Marcus said firmly. He couldn’t blame his daughter for feeling guilty for not sharing her food with the dog, but it wasn’t good to teach her bad behavior either.

Missy sighed and let Ginger go. “Okay, fine.”

“Keep her in your room until supper,” Marcus ordered her.

“Yes, sir.” A little bit of rebellious teenager tone had seeped into Missy’s voice but he ignored it and headed for the door.

He paused before he could step out into the hall. “Missy?”

“Hmmm?”

“Does Elena seem off to you today?” Marcus twisted in his spot so he could see her reaction.

She shrugged. “Not really. Maybe she looks more tired than usual?”

He hummed at that. Something must’ve happened.

“Why?”

“She seems to be on edge tonight.”

“She did seem stressed out earlier,” Missy told him. “When she picked me up at Abuela’s house she mentioned that she’s overhauling the library at school. Said they made a mess of it when they did repairs last month. She also said she has to work on getting some new books and update the programs on all the library’s computers cause the tech guys are busy enough with the office ones plus the student laptops so they won’t have time for hers before school starts back in two weeks.”

That explains it.

“We’re on clean up duty tonight,” he declared.

“Fair,” Missy agreed.

Marcus arched his brows. Elena must have really sounded stressed out earlier for Missy not to protest. He made a mental note to be extra attentive that night.

X

After supper was eaten and the dishes were clean, Missy and Ginger returned to her room while Marcus and Elena plopped down on the couch to browse the TV.

She passed him the remote and curled up with her head on the armrest opposite to the one he was leaning against.

He frowned. “You don’t want to pick the channel?” Usually he let her choose because she was fussier about what they watched, but she shook her head at him.

“I’m a little queasy right now so I’m just going to close my eyes and try to sleep it off for a bit,” she told him.

“Oh? Did you eat something questionable today?”

Elena shook her head again. “I don’t think so. I think it’s from staring at the computer screens too long. I have a headache too.”

Made sense. “Alright, I’ll let you be.”

Elena mumbled a thank you to him and shortly after he found a show on the science channel to watch he noticed that her breathing steadied out. He watched her sleep for a moment, wishing silently for her sake that the city’s middle school would be a little more organized. If she was already in as rough shape as she was at that point, what would she be like by the time the school year officially started?

He eventually turned to focus on the TV, knowing there was nothing he could do about the incompetence of the bosses at the school, but he couldn’t keep it from eating at him. And, he realized, that wasn’t the only thing eating at him.

As far as he knew this was the first truly stressful day Elena had endured since summer vacation had begun, and it wasn’t like her to be worn down so fast. She was usually a high energy person. Not that she was hyper, but rather she could function longer and better than most people without an ounce of coffee in her system. And it was so unusual of her to let work get to her. The two weeks of prep for the school year had been fairly rough last year too, but she hadn’t complained at all.

And then there was the headache and queasiness she’d just mentioned. Yes, it wasn’t uncommon for someone to feel that way if they were staring at a screen for too long, but usually Elena wouldn’t sit long enough at a desk to get eye strain that badly. He’d seen her at work before. She tended to go back and forth between her book and online duties even when she was busy.

The neon sign of it all though was her moodiness. Elena wasn’t quick to anger, even when stressed out. She’d be more likely to cry out of frustration if anything, and even that was rare. And when she had a period? Marcus could never guess it unless she told him about it. She’d told him once that it was mostly thanks to the Midol pills she loyally took during that time. Not being in any pain did wonders for her.

If any one of the symptoms would’ve been missing, if he hadn’t seen Reina deal with similar ones, Marcus would’ve probably second guessed himself, but all together he could only come to one conclusion.

Elena was pregnant.

He looked down at her then, his mouth forming an “o” as his eyes trailed down her body for any physical signs. There weren’t any, not yet, as far as he could tell, but his gut instinct was screaming that he was right. It just made too much sense.

He wasn’t really shocked. He and Elena had stopped using protection well over three months ago, they’d been hoping for this to happen, and their chances had been high, but that didn’t stop his stomach from fluttering a bit at the idea that he was going to be a father again. That he and Elena had created a new life together. Awe sprouted from that thought and he wondered how anyone could not feel like the world had shifted after having that kind of revelation. He grinned.

It had been over fourteen years since he’d shared a home with someone pregnant, but he still remembered it fairly well. And while some days had been pretty rough for Reina, there had been a lot of good days too. He couldn’t wait for Elena to have those good days, to see her eyes light up with the kind of joy he’d once seen in Reina’s. The joy that made it all worth it.

He hoped for it at least. He knew that not every mother experienced pregnancy the same way as Reina, that some had it rougher, but it was no use worrying about it. He knew Elena wanted to get pregnant, and that would be enough for the moment.

Marcus felt like he wanted to burst having figured it out, but he refused to let himself wake her over it, so he settled for resting a hand on one of her lower legs and using his fingers to draw circles onto her skin as he anxiously waited.

It was nearly an hour later when she stirred, slowly sitting up and shaking the fuzziness caused by her nap out of her head. As she blinked away her lethargy, Marcus couldn’t help but smile at her.

“What?” she asked when she noticed.

“I don’t think you’re just tired,” Marcus told her, placing his hand on her knee and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I think you’re pregnant honey.”

She sucked in a deep breath and her eyes brightened. “You think so? Today was so awful and this last week I’ve had my head at work nearly full time…I didn’t consider it. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t just today. I’ve been more tired for a while now, just not bad enough for me to think something was up. And my period is late by a few days.”

“You should go take one of those tests you got when we started trying,” Marcus suggested. Not that he thought he might be wrong, but he couldn’t wait for his suspicions to be confirmed.

“They recommend taking those in the morning,” Elena informed him. “Less chance of a false negative.”

“Do you want to wait that long?”

She chuckled. “God no.”

She stood and Marcus followed her upstairs to their bedroom, where he waited on the edge of the bed as she peed on a couple sticks. After she was finished she joined him, waiting for the alarm she’d set on her watch to go off.

They both jumped a little when it started beeping, and Elena quickly shut it off before strolling over to the bathroom sink. Marcus trailed behind, stopping in the doorway.

When Elena clutched one of the tests to her chest, a wide grin on her face, he got all the evidence he needed, but she still presented both sticks to him after. Each test had two blue lines running through their result windows.

“I’m definitely pregnant,” she declared.

He beamed at her. “Yes you are.”

“We’re having a baby.”

He nodded and she threw her arms around his neck. “God, I’m so happy I don’t know what to do with myself,” she admitted.

He laughed joyfully as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Me neither honey.”

When she pulled away slightly he leaned down to kiss her and she melted into his touch, letting herself drink in the moment as much as he was.

Eventually they separated and Marcus rubbed both of her arms up and down, wondering how he was going to convince himself to keep his hands to himself for even five minutes during the rest of her pregnancy.

“We should tell Missy,” Elena decided.

Marcus frowned. “Of course we will.”

“I mean right now,” she explained. “Missy’s a smart girl, and if we don’t tell her about it before she figures it out she’s going to be hurt.”

Elena was right. And it wasn’t like Missy didn’t know that they were trying for a baby. They’d been upfront and honest with her about their intentions of having another child, and she’d been supportive of it, whether or not she actually wanted to be a big sister.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Marcus led her to Missy’s room, his hand clasped with one of hers, and knocked on the door for the second time that night. Like the first time, she shouted for them to come in.

She was at her desk this time, watching a movie on her laptop. When she saw the serious expressions on their faces she looked nervous. “Everything alright?”

Elena gave her a reassuring smile. “It is. More than alright. Your dad and I just have some news to share with you.”

“Oh?”

Marcus and Elena shared a glance before he continued, “Elena just finished taking a couple pregnancy tests and they were both positive.”

Missy’s eyes widened like saucers and her jaw dropped as she stood and turned to Elena. “You’re pregnant?”

“I am,” she confirmed.

“I’m going to be a big sister?” Missy sounded more and more excited with every word.

Elena nodded.

“Oh my god,” Missy howled out. She sprung into her arms and Elena laughed.

“I take you’re happy,” Marcus teased, a hand on her back.

“Wait until I tell Guppy I got a little sibling before her,” Missy said, smirking.

He shook his head at her in disapproval, but he couldn’t help but smile after.

He couldn’t have asked for a better night.  

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

Me talking aftg quizzes when I should be sleeping but oh well which Neil am I? Uh,

HOW DID U KNOW

Link to the quiz btw: https://uquiz.com/quiz/1NEGqL/which-type-of-neil-josten-are-you

[cryptid-pet]

A short story about Ruki forcing Carla to cuddle with him?

Getting Comfort

Caruki Short Story

“I apologize for returning back so late...” Carla pardoned, it was a simple step into the room before he got the same look from Ruki that showed his worries. Not always is it fun to be taking a trip to Banmaden and back to the surface, exhaustion often was an aftermath.

Being rather placid and comfortable, laid back and chill, Ruki puffed out a sigh. He isn’t mad, but annoyed. “The past nights you’ve only seem to be coming home later and later past eight.”

“You must understand what my brother and I have to accomplish on our behalf though, correct?”

“Of course,” Ruki responded, rubbing his forehead as if he’s been stressed. “However, you seem to be dancing around the time you’re able to catch a break and use it to invest in your work.”

“Isn’t that what I should be doing?” Quizzed Carla, his heavy footsteps during soft when entering the bedroom. “What more could be indicated with my free time?”

All Ruki was capable of doing was groaning, sitting properly up. No point in turning this into any argument. Based upon a single look, no words, Carla could tell Ruki was upset, but not dramatically if taking things heavily after smoking two packs of cigars.

Only takes the founder to trot over calmly to the bed, sitting right on the edge. Carla sighs, "Also, be midnful and aware of the lacking experience I am carrying with this "relationship" as you call it."

"I thought you knew what you were doing," Ruki smirks faintly, but he's still paranoid. "You were the one who explained the research about being in a relationship, along with Shin being your guide."

Carla gives a look, "Perhaps I shall resort to using the name method?"

"Excuse me?"

"Yes," Carla leans back, "That's what it must be what I am avoiding, calling you honey."

"I beg your pardon?" This was sorta weird, but it certainly made Ruki chuckle. He's so laid back as before, not even showing the annoyance in his voice or his eyes at the other male. "Honey? Is that the name of your choosing?"

"Does it not sound appealing?"

"No, we aren't judgy here in this household," Ruki waves his hand, shooing off the question. "Maybe your way of comfort through touch is best rather than giving me names you'd would normally call a house wife."

"Is that what you recommended?" Ease, simple, Carla was able to get fully onto the matress, laying beside Ruki, "You have yet to come for me and correct any errors on physical longing."

"For now."

Such a tease, but it was a nice touch to this bond strenghtening. Nothing crazy for an embrace, laying close to one another was enough to given very little warmth as cold blooded species. A gentle, chilly touch of the cracked breeze from the window makes it more comfortable for them, the ginger blow which will lingere throughout this night

[kaleidescopic]

rtc headcannons part 2!!

Ricky: pan and genderqueer (any prns + neos), wore cat ears in middle school, keeps shipping the choir with each other, puts stickers on all their mobility aids, draws on their hands when bored, ADHD haver (ricky potts is many things, neurotypical is not one of them), listens to hatsune miku and lemon demon, lucid dreams a lot, besties with penny, really musically talented, colombian, dyslexic (still can read though! *cough* ocean *cough*), star trek game theory and fnaf fan, got noel into warrior cats briefly in middle school, emoticons emoticons emoticons!!!, hangs out with ocean at the library sometimes and they just read in silence the whole time, originally made zolar as a way to pass time during the 2-hour-long car rides to the hospital and it eventually became a form of escapism, fanfiction writer

Penny: lesbian and agender (they/she/it), autistic, her special interest is animals (specifically lions), love language is gift giving, collects little trinkets and gives them their friends, mostly sews her own clothes just because she can, its favorite song is daisy bell, keeps jane on her bed and it successfully freaks out everyone that goes into her room every time, braids oceans hair, really tall like 'almost mischas height' tall, plus sized, just stares at people sometimes (if 'people' ends up being mischa, it will turn into a multiple minute long staring contest), therapist of the group, the greenest eyes, karnaks favorite, didnt have eyes as jane just empty eye sockets, mitski fan, randomly picks up and carries ocean sometimes (air jail for the ginger >:]), really good at the violin despite being self taught, goes to the thrift store with ocean to look for old dolls while she buys clothes, has an entire wall of vintage crosses despite not being religious, cosplays and drags the choir to renfaire, loves studio ghibli, real name is peninnah, favorite ride is the carousel, cant type for shit, the only one that willingly volunteers to catsit for ricky

Constance: ace pan demigirl, (she/they) plus size, afro-dominican, kpop fan, really fucking strong from kneading dough her their whole life (that punch to the boob really must have hurt), made matching friendship bracelets for the choir, takes buzzfeed quizzes religiously, nailed it enjoyer, glues little rhinestones to her glasses, pinterest girlie, vocaloid and ABBA fan, boba enjoyer, loves barbie movies unironically, mom friend, carries sunscreen on them at all times during the summer so ocean doesnt get burnt to a crisp, brings left over baked goods from the cafe to lunch/choir practice, tbh shes probably the only reason ocean hasnt starved to death yet, fanfiction reader

[worlds-4th-best-dad]

Gallade assign me do it (if you wish)

I'll let you know I min max my school subjects um English so far is the only thing I have an A in

Also all the Mirai Nikki quizzes assigned me Yuno Gasai 💔💔💔 and I hate her too. And Yuno Gasai probably hates herself... That's. Hmmm...

Oooh, okay.

Hmm, so, since you talk about Takao and how much you want to kick him in the balls a lot, I'd say you're Minene.

Either her or Reisuke since he's smart and probably min maxes his preschool classes. Also, this choice was heavily influenced by the drawing you made comparing Takao and Reisuke.

This one:

Ginger on Ginger Violence.

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Some things about me I think people should know but they never do-

- Unfortunately, I hyperfixate. I no longer spend my time talking and thinking about Natasha Romanoff. sorry.

- I read, yes, but don't get unrealistic expectations about it.

- I get obsessed quick and usually without even finishing a series or diving that deep into a fandom and sometimes it doesn't last that long.

- I hate when people start reading/force themselves to read for the 'aesthetic' and then try to force their opinions on people who honestly enjoy it and have their whole life. especially opinions on book annotation/highlighting.

- My music taste shifts a lot.

- I don't identify with any real gender or sexuality (unlabeled and enby, any pronouns for now)

- I don't really have crushes fictional or otherwise.

- I love general knowledge quizzes but I'm quite bad at them.

- I am a victim of the Remus Lupin Kinnie to Regulus Black Kinnie pipeline.

- I love the Percy Jackson universe, but prefer Apollo and Magnus over Percy as narrators.

- I always end up attacked to the male, black haired characters (Kaz Brekker, Regulus and Sirius Black, Baz Pitch, Nico Di Angelo etc) or the ginger child (Wylan Van Eck, Natasha Romanoff, Ivy and Zack from Carmen sandiego since idk their last name or if they have one)

- I want to be a writer but I'll always deny it if asked because it sounds stupid.

- I'll highlight books but not annotate them because I have nothing to say.

- white chocolate rules over everything.

- generally, I stay up till one am without realising I've done it.

- I prefer maths over English because I prefer set conclusions to interpretation.

- I am dreadful at science and all practical subjects. especially physical education.

- I had to title a note "things I would send to my 'friends' if I thought they cared enough to read it" so I wouldn't send them stuff they don't want to hear because it annoys them. Said note is the longest one on my phone.

- I am a chronic procrastinator

- I only ever shoot to wound, never to kill (figuratively).

- I sort of hate people touching me most of the time.

- I find that I'm always disappointed but never at anything meaningful.

- sometimes I opt for perfect punctuation but at other I just couldn't be bothered to include it and let auto correct do most of the work.

- I always answer notifications and text messages straight away because if I don't they will obviously forget I exists and never talk to me again.

- I wish I had more friends but never make any effort to make them.

- I really love that tik tok trend of dancing in the snow. I think I'd like to do it but not film it if you know what I mean?

this ended up less things I wish they knew' and more 'things I wish I had the guts to tell them'

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Another request if you want:

Bobby and Fabinho chilling together at Fabi's house after the Everton match. Fabinho is very happy that Bobby is back and keeps trying to make him feel better, but then Firmino makes him stop and tells him that his presence is already making him feel better.

Kisses, Ruby! 💚💛💙

Here we go! Just before tomorrow's game

Tags: @moomin279, @alissonbecksfan234, @millythegoat, @rubybecker-rb2

Bolo De Coco

Fabinho hadn’t thought twice when he’d seen Firmino on the team sheet for the first time since November. Even though his fellow Brazilian had started on the bench, Fabinho decided that inviting Firmino to his house for some one-on-one time was a great way to celebrate him playing again.

Of course, like all great plans, there were steps to be taken so that they would go well. And the first step Fabinho had to take was simple…deceptively simple.

Alisson had been over the moon to see Firmino again as well. And while Fabinho’s excitement was diverted somewhat by planning he and Firmino’s night in, Alisson had wrapped his arms around Firmino, refusing to let go.

“Deus meu Ali, let Bobby have some breathing room!” Fabinho commented. He watched as Alisson swept Firmino off his feet for the third time since they’d left the pitch. “The poor thing can’t even breathe.”

Alisson froze as soon as he heard the last part, gently setting Firmino down and even ruffling his hair for good measure. “Desculpe, I’m just so excited! We’re going to be the Three Brazilians again!”

“We always were the Three Brazilians,” Firmino pointed out. He quickly attached himself to Fabinho before Alisson could hug him again. “But now I’m back from injury and Flaco’s playing as central defensive midfield again, so we’re three on the pitch.”

Fabinho rolled his eyes at the nickname, making sure his eye rolling was obvious enough for Firmino to see. “I’ll let you pass, just this once.”

“It’s the truth!” the smaller Brazilian argued.

“No matter how hard I work in the gym, I’m always Flaco!” Fabinho ranted. “Even when I pump iron like Merlin I always look skinny.

“You think that’s bad? I drank every growth formula imaginable and I’m still small,” Firmino confessed. “So what did you want to talk to me about?”

“Oh, yeah!” Fabinho took Firmino’s hand, dragging him away. “I have a surprise for you at my house, just the two of us. You don’t mind, do you Ali?”

“No, I’ll find something else to do. You two have fun!” Alisson called out as his friends walked away.

*

“So what’s the surprise?” Firmino asked. He hit the pause button on his phone, allowing some silence in the car that was previously filled with loud music.

“For the thirtieth time, Bobby. It’s a surprise,” Fabinho sighed. If he didn’t love Firmino like he did, he would’ve thrown the older man out of the car already. “And no guessing.”

“Is it a bolo de coco?”

Fabinho hit the brake hard at the stop light, shooting an exasperated glare at Firmino. “I just said no guessing!”

“You know, you’re sort of like a coconut cake too, Fabi,” Firmino went on, not turning the music back on just yet. “You’re really underestimated and people don’t listen to you enough, but when they do you’re awesome.”

“I don’t get it. First I’m Flaco and now I’m a cake?”

“I’ve been taking random personality quizzes on the internet while healing,” Firmino explained. He held up his phone, which was now on the Notes app. “Did you know that according to these tests, my favorite color is yellow, I fit the Libra zodiac sign down to a T and the Disney character I'm most like is Flynn Rider from Tangled?”

Any other day Fabinho would’ve dismissed the information as senseless balderdash. He was feeling particularly generous today though—so he simply took Firmino’s hand in his. “I’m so glad you’re back, mano.”

*

“Hit the road Jack, and don’t you come back no MOOORE!!!” Firmino sang along with Fabinho’s Ray Charles CD, setting his glass of ginger iced tea on the counter. “Hit the road Jack, and don’t you come back no more no more no more no more…”

Fabinho cringed, checking the oven. Firmino was a pretty good singer, but when he tried to sing loudly he could break glass. “Bobby, what if we switched to a different song? I can’t concentrate on the bolo de coco’s filling with that catchy tune.”

“Well…” Firmino sniffed the bowl of coconut cream icing, his eyes lighting up at the rich coconut aroma. “I guess if you say so, I’ll pack up my things and go!”

“Don’t go!” Fabinho grabbed Firmino by the arm. “The cake will be ready in half an hour, and then we’ll have a jam session and movies and…”

“Meu deus, Flaco!” Firmino exclaimed. “Can we do all those things in one night?”

“We’ll stretch it into the morning if we have to,” Fabinho decided. A faint smell of smoke snapped him out of his thoughts and into panic. “THE BARBECUE!”

He reached into the oven and pulled out a rack of ribs. Some of them were blackened and charred on the edges, a clear sign of the cook forgetting to turn them over.

“It’s fine,” Firmino reassured Fabinho, taking out a knife. “We’ll just cut off the burnt parts and salvage the rest. I’ll show you how—”

“No, you can’t do that!” Fabinho grabbed the knife from Firmino, putting it on the counter away from Firmino’s reach. “The whole reason I invited you here was so we can spend time together doing all of your favorite things. You shouldn’t be working; you’ve been doing enough of that during rehab.”

“Ah, Flaco.” Firmino put down his iced tea, embracing Fabinho. “You don’t have to do all that.”

Fabinho frowned in confusion. “But I thought you liked all that stuff!”

“I do, Fabi. But I didn’t need all that stuff. All I’ve been looking forward to is spending time with you.” Firmino took the knife again, holding another one towards Fabinho. “Now how about we fix these ribs and finish the bolo de coco together? We can even bring some in tomorrow.”

Fabinho nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds great—if we have any food left.”

[444princesa]

I have 1 exam and two quizzes this week. Not much but I have been feeling under the weather since sunday, i’m not sure if i’m getting sick or just mentally drained. I’m going to push myself for a few more days so i can have the weekend to just rest before I start my next week’s exam. This is how I try to motivate and keep myself on top of things when I’m not feeling it lol

I reset my space by wiping down surfaces, tidying my desk a bit, making my bed, opening the window, and lighting up a candle. These are my typical daily habits but i make sure I do it when i feel sluggish because it’s so easy to get lazy when i feel this way and doing these simple things make me feel a lot better.

I make sure to do my everyday skincare routine, do my hair and put on a cute but comfy outfit. I need to look good to feel good.

I’ll set up my desk to do my study routine and attend class.

i drink more water than i usually do, make some ginger tea throughout the day and drink a vitamin C packet as well.

at night i’ll make some sleepy time tea, put on a face mask and relax until bedtime. When feeling under the weather, I typically sleep earlier than i usually do.

[ay-chuu]

Hello there! Can I get a twisted wonderland matchup? Starting off with my appearance I'm chubby and 5'1 with long ginger hair. I am a short king :). Regarding mbti I'm an ENTP. Also, with my personality my friends would describe me as "bubbly, weird, smart, honest, and kind". I asked em for traits for random internet quizzes so that's what they told me lol. Despite being a bit of an extrovert I also highly value my alone time to the degree I can become quite introverted. Moving onto hobbies I like playing video games, watching YouTube videos on random topics I'm interested in, listening to music, and reading. My favorite games tend to be RPGs. My fav games are probs Dragon Age, Skyrim, and Tomodachi life. I love to create characters in games and explore, and I especially enjoy building houses in games. Idk why but building houses gives me such joy. My favorite part of Skyrim is unironically the dlc that lets you build a house. I love to build that house and then get a husband and some kids. I consider that my end game goal verses the main quest which I've never actually finished despite putting 200 hours into Skyrim. For movies well I don't rlly watch movies much but my favorite series is probably star wars. Especially the prequels because I enjoy the characters more in those films and all the lore it adds. For music I kinda listen to everything, but my favorite artist is probably Hozier. The only genre I dislike is screamo probs. For things I hate uhhh I guess I dislike bugs, being put under pressure, and small spaces as I'm claustrophobic. Finally, going onto favorite idol I am going to go with a hisotrical example as I also love to learn about hisotry. I have many examples I could pick for figures I admire, but I'll go with a more famous example, Oscar Wilde. Just in case you don't know, Oscar wilde was a famous Irish author and playwright during the late 1800s. He was quite controversial for his opinions on art and morality, and he was a gay man at time where that was illegal. All of this lead up to him eventually getting arrested and jailed. I admire him because he didn't care that society thought he was wrong and immoral, he lived his life and gave his opinions despite it. Anyway that's it thanks!

You're very welcome! (´꒳`)♡

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

ACE TRAPPOLA (pls ignore the gif i only could find that T^T)

I always thought ESFP and ENTP were one of the most compatible couples! Because the feature that some cannot provide against life, the other provides both for theirself and for their partner <3 I think Ace is very supportive in general, but because he is a tsundere, he only clearly shows it to someone he is very close to. he loves your life idol and way of thinking!

You used to make fun of each other a lot at first, but then you suddenly fell in love with each other and Deuce was like "🧍🏻" between you LOL SDFKGLSDFJGLJDF While you liked his secret softness, supportiveness, sincerity and liveliness in general, he loved your intelligence, funnyness, kindness and self-confidence. Opening up to each other was thanks to Deuce, but the moment you did it, you both realized that you both completed each other.

If there is going to be a problem in your relationship, I think it's because Ace is too sarcastic when he's angry sometimes and you can't stand it and annoy him even more with clever answers. Usually this ends in fights and the fights are quite childish. After about a week, even though you miss each other, you can't break your pride. As a result grim and deuce will be together and reconcile you somehow because GOD you are irresistible you love birds LMAO.

Finally, some moments I dream of for you two: Entertaining each other while studying the lessons you have difficulty with, a sweet Ace who tries to comment on what you read to him even if he is not smart enough, you mess up and end up in Crowley's room while trying the action in the youtube video you watched, one of the rare and weird but cute moments you experience expressing your love for each other in words and kissing - grim saw that kiss he says its remains traumatic JKLASDF - and finally, when you realize that you will support each other no matter what in your life, you hold your hands tighter and look at each other and smile <3