#rarely are they both on the same side 🙈

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Kaz: Theres a thin line between being a genius and a complete idiot

Kaz: Wylan and Jesper use that line as a jump rope

[nerdy-novelist017]

Omg hi!!!🧚🏻‍♀️

I just wanted to pop by and tell you how much I LOVE your writing and content, makes me kick my feet reading about Benny and Bunny😫🙂‍↔️I was just wondering if mayhaps you’d write something in which Bunny gets mad at Benny for something and gives him the cold shoulder hehe. You mentioned in your most recent installment of them how she’s done that when pissed at him and I just thought it’d be so interesting to see an upset Bunny and groveling Benny😏perhaps involving the topic of jealousy or miscommunication. Have a good day/evening and feel free to ignore my yapping!!!🙈🐇

Thank you so much for your kind words! 🥹You're so sweet!!! I could never ignore your yapping, friend! Sorry this took so long to post but I wanted to get it right since this request is so stinking cute! I was going to break this up into two parts because I got a little carried away but I figured you guys probably don't mind the longer posts ;) Please let me know your thoughts on this as I love reading your comments! Hope you enjoy! 🫶

Benny x Bunny Masterlist 🐰

Word Count- 3.4k+

Love, Lids, and Lessons (Benny Cross X Shy!Reader)

Listen, Benny fucked up on a near daily basis. He’s by no means perfect and there was a lot that you overlook because you loved him and he’s still the best man you’d ever met. However, there were times where Benny pissed you off so bad that you simply couldn't excuse him. This happened to be one of those times.

You were standing beside him at the pool table during what happened to be a pretty intense moment of a game that Benny happened to be losing pretty badly. It was the third time you’d approached him, asking to leave. It wasn’t even that late but you had wanted to go because you planned to get up early the next morning to meet your girlfriends for a breakfast date. He’d told you that the two of you could leave soon, after he finished his beer. And then he told you after he finished his game. Then that game became the next game. And the current game which he happened to be losing and maybe it was that his temper with the razzing he was receiving from the members who watched the game but he just didn’t want to have to tell you one more time that you would both be leaving soon. You tugged on his sleeve again and he just said it, without a filter, without thinking. 

“Bunny, you’re being naggy.” 

That was it. Just four words that would cause him more trouble than he even realized. He didn’t mean it in a rude way; He was just trying to tell you what you were doing was annoying to him. He said way worse than that to the boys and they never reacted the way you did. 

Your mouth dropped open in shock, driven speechless by his words. He made a shrugging motion to you that said What? But the low whistled that emitted from Cal on the other side of the pool table did nothing to deescalate the embarrassment he could see bubbling in your face. You snapped your mouth shut, brows pinching together as you glanced at the others who heard. Not many, just Cal, Johnny, Betty and a few others. It was enough. When your gaze found him again there was an undeniable dark cloud in your eyes and he wanted to apologize. But you turned and walked away before he could say anything else. 

“Oh, Benny. . .” Johnny muttered with a grimace but Benny was too caught up in the taunting of the other members around the table to hear him. So he let you storm off, figuring you’d have cooled down by the time his game was over. And shortly after, his game ended (He lost, though he didn’t really find himself caring about that, not with the image of your hurt expression looping in his mind) and he said goodbye to the boys and went to find you. Only . . . you were gone. 

He found Gail who told him you had left with Kathy. He clenched his jaw and nodded. You rarely ever left with someone else, you liked to ride home with Benny. He thought maybe you were just tired and Kathy was probably leaving at the same time but a little voice in the back of his head told him it was more to it than that. He tried to ignore the way the ride home was quiet without you on the back. And when he walked through the door, you were not in the entryway where you normally stood waiting for him. No, you weren’t even in the kitchen where he’d sometimes find you during a midnight craving. Something uncomfortable gripped at his heart and he stood in the kitchen for a long time, trying to come to terms with the fact that you probably left. 

Trudging up the stairs to your bedroom, his heart skipped a beat when he saw your form laying in the bed, back facing him. He resisted the urge to go to you, sensing the way your shoulders stiffened that you were still awake. He undressed slowly, taking the time to decide what he wanted to say to you. But even as he pulled back the covers and crawled in next to you, no words ever formed in his mouth. Instead, he tried a different tactic. He pressed himself up against your body, sliding his hand over your waist, traveling it up to your breast as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

You brushed his hand away. “I’m not in the mood, Benny.”

His hand moved down to your hips instead to take it in another direction but you gripped his wrist and moved it back to his side. “I’m serious. I’m tired”

Okay, you were upset about what he’d said. He sighed and rolled onto his back, moving back to his side of the bed. He waited a few more seconds to see if you’d follow him like you normally did, but you remained steadfast in your spot so he reached over to the bedside lamp and switched it off, the room filling with darkness. He laid in that darkness for a long time, contemplating what to say, what to do. 

When Benny woke the next morning and his hand drifted over to you, he found your side of the bed empty. He frowned, glancing at the clock. It was still early and you almost never woke up before he did. And if you did, you just wanted to snuggle with him in bed. With an odd feeling in the pit of his gut, he got up and dressed, seeking you out. He found you in the kitchen, wearing an apron with little flowers embroidered on the fabric. You stood at the island, frosting cupcakes that he didn’t know you planned on taking with you. 

“Mornin’,” he said as he approached, making his way over to make a cup of coffee. You only hummed in response. He turned back around to face you, leaning against the opposite countertop, feeling as though the space between you was as wide as an ocean. He watched you for a moment as you set down the cupcake you were working on, the delicate desert now freshly adorned with baby pink frosting. You reached forward to start on the next one and that’s when he spoke again. “You need help with that?” 

“No,” you replied, avoiding eye-contact. A heavy silence filled the kitchen as he sipped meekly at his coffee and you finished frosting the cupcakes. It’d be better to just rip off the band-aid, he decided. He wasn’t going to go his whole day pretending he didn’t know that you were giving him your traditional cold-shoulder response. So he said, “You still mad about last night?”

Your eyes flashed up to his for just a moment. “What do you think, Benny?” 

“About what I said? C’mon . . .” He didn’t even mean it in a rude way! Sometimes you were so sensitive and he truly didn’t understand you. Johnny had told him once that women were a completely different creature than them. And as Benny watched you furiously frost your cupcakes, he really felt the impact of that statement.  “I didn’t mean it. You know that. I was a little drunk and–”

“Oh you were drunk?” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. “Well, in that case, I’ll just let you get away with whatever you want when you’re drunk. Won’t let anything affect me at all!”

Hmm. He didn’t think that’s what you were gonna say to that. Benny hated it when you verbally put him in a corner like this, didn’t let him get away with his half-assed apologies that never actually use the phrase ‘I’m sorry.’ It always made him get defensive, made his temper flare and he’d end up doing more damage than good nearly every time.

“You were naggin’ and you know it. I don’t know if it was because you wanted to go home or if you were jealous that someone else had my attention for a moment and you didn’t–”

“Jealous?” The word echoed off the cupboards. “Are you kidding me?”

“Bunny–” he groaned but you cut him off. 

“Don’t Bunny me right now,” you griped, eyes narrowing as you began placing the cupcakes in the portable carrier he had surprised you with for your birthday a few months ago. “Jealous? You honestly think I was jealous? Or are you just sayin’ that because you want to get a rise out of me?”

“Well, I’m just tryin to say–” he stopped short as he caught your sharp gaze. “I just. . . Don’t you think you’re overreacting about this?”

Your mouth formed a thin line, jaw clenching. You stared at him for a few agonizingly long moments before you shook your head, muttering, “You–” 

Benny was dying to know what you were about to say but only observed as you removed your apron, folded it neatly and placed it back in the drawer before you grabbed your portable tray and left the kitchen. Like a moth to flame, he followed you as you went to the door, pausing only to slide your feet into the kitten heels you had lined up at the baseboard. Without saying another word, you opened the door and left. But he trailed after you, standing on the porch, he wordlessly watched as you descended the stairs and walked down the stone pathway to the white picket fencing you had always talked about and opened the little gate. 

“Damn thing,” you grumbled under your breath as you fought with the broken hinge of the gate to close it properly behind you, the sound squeaking obnoxiously. 

“When are you comin’ back?” he hollered after you, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt.

“Later.” Was your vague answer before you got into your car and left Benny still standing on the porch, front door ajar and eyes narrowed. 

******

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Benny stood to his full height and took a step back to take in the shiny new hinge on the gate he just installed. He tried opening and closing it a few times, admiring the way it worked soundlessly. Good as new, he thought. Fixing physical things like door hinges and motorcycle parts, those were easy. Benny was good with his hands, he could tinker around and fix just about anything he set his mind to. But fixing emotional things. . . those were not so easy for Benny. Apologies were rare and he’s never one to throw them out like confetti as you so often did. You apologized too much and he’s told you that you shouldn’t apologize for half the things you do. 

He’d had a lot of time to think about what happened and his mood certainly shifted more than once during his front gate project. At first, mild annoyance because what he said to you was hardly an insult. Then, it might have been due to the sun beating down on him while he worked, but genuine anger replaced the annoyance because you were so damn sensitive and there were times he felt he had to walk on eggshells around you. But the anger quickly fizzled out when he thought about how your sensitivity was what made you special. It was what helped you be so empathetic, so caring toward everyone you came across. And by the time he’d finished fixing the gate, the only feeling that smothered him was a painfully present regret. Regret for what he had said, but also for what he hadn’t. An apology was something you deserved, but he didn’t give it to you, not in an appropriate way. 

So when you came home, hours later, he watched from the living room window as your car pulled in front of the house. You exited the car, and he almost held his breath as you opened the gate, taking a moment to open and close it a few times. You definitely noticed he’d fixed it. Good, but that didn’t mean he was in the clear yet.

You came inside and it was clear that you were still upset by the way you moved. He could see your shoulder stiffen when you noticed him there, could see the pouty lip of yours pull into a slight frown. You hardly spoke to each other the rest of the day. You didn’t mention the gate and he didn’t bring it up. 

******

The next morning Benny was up before you, as usual. At least that was back to normal. He went downstairs and started a pot of coffee as he got ready for work. He grabbed his lunchbox, preparing to make himself a lunch for work when he stopped short, noticing that there was already a lunch packed in there, complete with one of your pink-frosted cupcakes. His heart squeezed at the realization that you still packed him a lunch, something you did every workday for him, even though you were upset with him. You . . . the sweet creature that he still didn’t completely understand. And he needed to do something.

Fortunately Benny had another trick up his sleeve, and playing dirty didn’t matter to him when it came to getting your attention again. 

******

You didn’t sleep well last night, laying awake all night with a heartsick frown, wishing nothing more than for the man who lay just within an arm's reach from you to actually comfort you – in a way that you wanted to be comforted. And tears threatened to spill when you realized, even just for a moment, you wished he could be someone who was a bit more empathetic, a bit more compatible to you. This wasn’t the worst thing he’s said and you’ve had your fights over much worse, but in all your time together, this was the first time you’d ever had that thought. Maybe it was because this was the first time you had both ignored it, both choosing to go to bed angry and upset rather than to work through it. The storm in your heart still surged on, albeit a bit more due to sadness rather than anger, as you slipped on your babydoll pink robe over your nightgown. You tried not to think about Benny at all as you put your hair up in rollers and applied your makeup for the day. You couldn’t hide in the bedroom all day unfortunately, so you traipsed downstairs, bare feet padding softly against each step until you entered the kitchen where you found Benny sitting at one of the island chairs, the daily paper spread out on the countertop before him. 

He looked up when he heard you. “Mornin’.”

“Morning,” you parroted as you went to the pantry to grab out your ingredients to start breakfast. You started your tea, grabbing the jar of honey off the shelf and a flower mug. You turned your back to Benny and started to twist the lid off the honey jar . . . only it was really stuck on there. Readjusting your hands, you gave it another go, but still it didn’t budge. Setting your jaw in place, you glanced over your shoulder at your husband who was still looking down at his newspaper. Normally, you would immediately hand something over to Benny to open for you, but you were still mad at him which meant you’ll have to go without honey in your tea. 

So instead you started making your bagel for breakfast, a go-to breakfast meal for workday mornings. Popping the bagel in the toaster, you took the homemade strawberry jam out of the fridge and frowned when you realized that lid was also screwed on extra tight too. You turned to face your partner, reluctantly asking, “Can you open this?”

He looked up at you, eyes glancing down at the jam jar and he held out his hand. “I’ll open it for you if you talk to me.”

In no mood to play his games, you rolled your eyes. “Forget it. I can do it myself.”

You turned back around, feeling his gaze burning into you as you grabbed a dish rag and placed it over the lid to get a better grip. You twisted hard, tongue darting out between your teeth as you concentrated on opening it. It seemed as though a mutant with superhuman strength had sealed this lid last – which was strange considering you were the only person in the house who ever used it. You peaked back at Benny who watched you blatantly so you stuck your chin out defiantly as you put the jar back down on the countertop. Fine, you’d just put peanut butter on your bagel instead. You scooped up the peanut butter jar, this time facing him as you twisted the lid and you nearly screamed in frustration when you felt how tightly this lid was as well. 

Wordlessly, he held out his hand across the countertop, waiting patiently as you crossed your arms, mentally debating if you could go without any of these items on your bagel.

Ding! You both glanced over as your perfectly-browned bagel popped up from the toaster. You sighed through your nose, biting your bottom lip as defeat settled in. You grabbed the jam, honey and peanut butter jars and slid them on the countertop before him. 

“Okay, fine,” you admittedly softly and watched as he made it look so effortless as he opened the lid with a satisfying pop. You muttered a quick thanks and reached for the jar but he leaned backwards, holding the jar just out of your reach. 

“I shouldn’t have said that,” he spoke, eyes earnestly searching your face. “What I said at the bar – about you askin’ to go home. You weren’t being naggy, I should have listened to you the first time. That was my own fault. I was just getting so caught up in that stupid game and it wasn’t even important. Not like you are. And what I said embarrassed you and that was wrong.” He rose from his seat, moving around the counter to stand before you as he said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his apology. Only a handful of times have you heard those words leave his mouth and you knew he never said them if he wasn’t completely meaningful. You nodded but then remembered his use of vocabulary last night. “And what you said about me bein’ jealous?”

His shoulders slumped ever so slightly. “I’m not apologizin’ for that because you really do confuse me sometimes, Bunny. I thought maybe you were jealous and when you stop communication’ with me, I feel even more lost than usual.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” you accepted as you crossed your arms. “But I don’t want to talk to you when I’m upset. Maybe I want you to do the talking for once.”

He furrowed his brow in thought as he looked over at the toaster. “Well, why don’t we make a promise to each other that we can go to bed angry if we want, but come morning, we talk about it over breakfast. No more putting it off for multiple days. We have to deal with it so that we can move past it.”

You considered that for a moment. “Yeah, that sounds alright.”

He took your hands in his own and dipped forward to place a soft kiss to your cheek. When he began to pull back, your hand flew up to gently encase the side of his face, holding him there as you met him halfway and kissed his lips in a physical show to prove you had accepted his apology. And if that wasn’t good enough, you whispered against his lips, “I forgive you.”

His arms circled around your waist pulling you into his lean frame in a tight hug that seemed to melt away all the stress that built between you two. 

“How did you know that I would use the honey today?” you asked with a tilt of your head, figuring he must be the reason for the right lids. 

“I didn’t. I tightened all the jars.”

“Benny!” you laughed, playfully slapping his bicep. 

He lowered his hands behind your hips, lifting you quickly onto the kitchen countertop, grinning at the squeal you let out at the sudden shift. 

“Let me make it up to you, Bunny? Please?” he begged, voice teasing but you could see the sincerity, the desperation in his ocean blue eyes.

“I’m gonna be late for work,” you giggled as he buried his face into the spot between your jaw and collarbone, that sweet spot he knew got you weak in the knees every time he placed his mouth there. “I need to leave in a few minutes.”

“You might wanna call in sick then,” he murmured against your skin as he kissed up your neck, “‘Cuz I got plans for you that’s gonna last longer than a few minutes.”

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Morning Kisses

Trafalgar D Water Law x Reader

I was craving for a fluff moment 🙈 enjoyy!!😆

Warning: There is a slight mention of sexual activities sooooo....MDNI😬

Grand Line, known as the graveyard of pirates as it is full of the unknown and people who don't have a strong will would be easily carried away by the wave of the sea. Despite that, the Polar Tang continues to sail peacefully as a soft breeze swept across the sea. And when the sun begin to poke through the clouds, the entire world seemed to sparkle.

You were woken up from your deep slumber as the sunlight begin to peak through both you and Law's shared bedroom. The brightness was unbearable thus forcing you to open your eyes. As you rubbed your eyes, you were met with the most beautiful scenery in front of you. Your lover, was lying beside you and haven't woken up from his peaceful sleep. It was a rare moment.

' he look breathtaking even when he is asleep' you mutter yourself. How can this amazing man become yours? As you gazed upon Law's being, you can't help but felt mesmerized and in an instant, you found yourself in a perfectly grand mode in which everything felt possible with him by your side. As your eyes traced his body, you suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment, seeing your mark from yesterday spicy activities (eherm you know what i mean😌) makes everything felt so real. It was prove that both of you love each other and you want the whole world to know the he is yours.

Law managed to slowly open his eyes, being woken by someone's finger rubbing his hair. It was comfortable but maybe his body is telling him its time to wake up. And as his vision cleared up, his grey pupils was met with your beautiful E/C ones.

'Good morning sleepyhead' you greeted him with a slight teasing in your tone. 'Morning' his morning voice was so alluring that you might want to repeat last night incident.

You asked him how was his sleep but were met with a heart fluttering answer. ' with you by my side? It was the most amazing sleep i ever had.' Law might be an introvert man especially in front of other people. But with you, he was able to act freely as you make him feel comfortable. To him, you were his home.

' is that so? Now give me morning Kisses'. With that the both of you shared a soft kiss just like every other day where both of you managed to wake up beside each other. There are times where you both were separated but times like this would make up all those moments and a thousand more in the future.

With your forehead against each other, you both shared the same thought.' I'm lucky to have you.'

#photo was taken from Pinterest (idk who is the creator 😭)

#sdni(Single Do Not Interact)

[marksbear]

could you write a dom male reader or an oc x marc spector? They have one teen son (adopted or fostered) and maybe another younger son and the kids are chaotic but they all love each other. Marc still has DID so steven and jake have appeared in the past and sometimes still do but since he feels safe and happy its a rare happening and the reader or the oc have autism? The sons love to bicker but the older son is very protective of his whole family and maybe the youngest son gets bullied at school so the oldest steps up and beats the crap out of everyone including an asshole parent :] and marc and the male reader were at home finally having an off day alone and things were getting steamy untillllll the school calls them 🙈

Took me a minute to write this, but nonetheless I hope you still enjoy it! I hope I wrote everything that you asked sorry if not! I love writing stuff for dad reader it's so fun!

Os/n= Older son name.

S/n= Son name.

Warning! Cussing, Lemon/spicy, making out, school fight, badass son, detailed fight, blood mentioned, shoving, pushing, stomping, punching. Laid back dads!

Dom Dad dilf reader x Dad Marc spector

Marc wakes up slowly from all the noise and yelling from outside his bedroom. Marc peaks open his eyes looking to the side of him.The spot on the bed was empty and still warm. Marc sits up and stretch’s his body. After a while Marc stands up from the bed walking outside of his bedroom.

Marc steps into the living room and looks around.

His youngest son S/n was on the floor drawing as his older brother beside him messing with him.

“Dad!! Os/n keeps messing with me!” The younger son shouts putting his pencil down before pushing Os/n away from him.

“Os/n! Stop messing with your brother.” Y/n shouts back from inside the kitchen.

“I’m not even messing with you stop being a crybaby!” Os/n says rolling his eyes.

“Hi dad!” S/n says greeting Marc with a smile while Marc does the same “Hi kid.” Marc says going over to him and crouches down messing up his hair.Marc turns to his side looking at his oldest son and reaches out his hand ruffling his hair.

“You boys come eat alright.” Marc says one last time before getting up going inside the kitchen. Marc stares at Y/n watching as he put the food on the plates.

“Need any help?” Marc asks moving forward to Y/n. “Nahh… I got it.” Y/n answers before turning his head around.

“Good morning! I woke up very early.” Y/n says putting the last plate of food down and moves closer to Marc wrapping his arms around him.

“Good morning, and why didn’t you wake me up then after you woke up?” Marc questions with a raise brow.Y/n doesn’t answer only closing the distance between them kissing Marc deeply on the lips. Marc melts into the kiss moving both of his hands to Y/n’s shoulders.

Y/n moves his hands on Marc’s hips brining him close. Marc ruts his hips into Y/n’s crotch as they makeout.

“Ahem!” Os/n clears his throat as he covers his little brothers eyes.

The two adults pull away from each other looking at the teenager.

“Sorry kid.” Y/n apologizes letting go of Marc’s hips and turns back around getting the plates of food.Os/n moves his hand away from his little brothers eyes and follows his dad into the dinning room.

Y/n puts the plates on the table waiting for everyone else to be in their seats before sitting down.

As the family eat S/n rambles on to his family about his latest school project. “A-and also that my teacher says that I may win 1st place!”

“No one cares S/n” The oldest son blurts out teasingly rolling his eyes as well. “Shut up!” S/n responds back shoving his brother a little.Marc only rolls his eyes at the kids antics and continues eating as his husband Y/n pick and stare at his food.

“You guys are gonna miss the bus if y’all keep arguing and not eating.” Y/n says randomly with a smirk. The boys stared at their father thinking to themselves.

“Your dad’s right, I’m pretty sure the bus is already in the neighborhood.” Marc adds before standing up.

The boys scramble to their feet rushing out of the dinner table going straight to their rooms to get their things.Marc laughs at the sight and starts to make the boys their lunch putting it in their bags.Y/n still is at the dinner table finishing his breakfast before anything.

Os/n is done first picking up his bag back and stands by the door waiting for his brother. “S/n! Hurry up before I leave you!” Os/n shouts tapping his foot impatiently.

S/n rushes out his room trying to fix his hair as he scrambled to put his bag back on.Os/n opens the door pushing S/n out before turning to his parents. “Bye dads!” Both boys says at the same time. Both parents wave off their sons watching them leave.

Once the boys were on their way to the bus stop Marc shuts the door and turns around to Y/n.

“You didn’t have to lie to them.” Marc says with a light chuckle walking back to his seat at the breakfast table.

“ I know… I just wanted us to have some alone time. And especially when we adopt a new baby.” Y/n says with a smile reaching out his hand to Marc’s thigh.“We’re gonna need all the time we can get. Even if that means lying to our kids about the bus almost being here.” Y/n adds in leaning in close to kiss Marc.

Marc closes the distance kissing Y/n on the lips passionately.

Y/n melts in the kiss standing up slowly from his chair as Marc does the same. Marc leans against the table as Y/n is in front of him holding onto his waist. Marc sits on the edge of the table wrapping his legs around Y/n’s hips.

Y/n wraps his arms Marc’s lower back holding him tight and close.

TIMESKIP

It was in the middle of the day of school only a few more class periods left and they’ll be done with the day.

Os/n walked around the halls with his friend group going to their next destination.

“And I’m telling you guys she was so fucking hot—“ Os/n gets cut off by bumping into someone.

“The fuck? What the hell.” Os/n breathes out looking around looking at the large crowd he just bumped into.

As Os/n and his friends push past the crowd trying to see what’s going on Os/n heat drops.

S/n bag back and his things were scrambled around the floor.

“Hey Os/n isn’t this your brothers bag?” One of his friends questions as she picks up the bag back and some of its stuff.

Os/n only tunes her out and feeling more determined to figure out what’s going on he pushes people out of his way.

“Get out of my way!” Os/n shouts pushing and shoving people.

Os/n steps in the middle of the circle of the source.

Os/n’s hands closes into a tight fist as his knuckles turns white.

S/n was on against the locker tears running down out of his eyes as kids no doubly bigger than him push and hit him.

Os/n drops his bag back running up to the group of guys grabbing onto the nearest guy shoulder spinning him around and punching him square in the face.

With the new found adrenaline Os/n moves around the boys fighting every single one of them.

Os/n fist flared around punching the boys where it would hurt the most.

As S/n leaned against the locker weakly as he watch his brother fight like hell.

Even though Os/n was clearly out numbered he still fought hard and clearly winning.

Once their was only one man left probably the leader Os/n pounced on him tackling him to the ground as he punch him in the floor repeatedly.

His hits were repeatedly aimed at the face and head even sometimes yanking the boy by his hair and slamming his head back down. Os/n fist were bruised and bloody as he punch the boy again and again. Os/n was on a rampage as he got off the boy and kicked him dead in the stomach.

As teachers run to the scene Os/n fights the boys who got back on their feet sending them back on the ground.

Finally once S/n went back to reality he pushed himself off the lockers and runs to his brother pulling him away as well as the teachers.

The kids who was recording and the others ran away the scene screaming and talking about it.

Teachers quickly pull Os/n and S/n out of the crowd and straight to the office.

TINY LITTLE TIMESKIP.

Both brothers sat side by side inside the front office waiting to be called in.

A parent probably one of the boys Os/n messed up was inside the office walked back and forth stressed.

“Is my boy going to be okay!?! I mean have you saw what that monster did to his face!” The parent screamed having no clue that the monster he’s talking about was in the same room.

“Sir please calm down—“ One of the staff says but gets cut off by the dad again.

“Calm down!?! How do you expect me to clam down especially knowing that some monster fought my kid! I swear to god if I meet that boy’s parents I swear! Who is that boys parents? Animals!?! Because obviously they aren’t real ones.”

The dad exclaims catching Os/n attention.

S/n side eyes looking at his older brothers pissed off face already knowing what’s going to happen.

“Hey asshole! What did you just say about my parents?” Os/n questions with a shout standing up from his chair. “Usually I don’t ask questions, but this time I wanna hear you say it.” Os/n adds walking closer to the parent unfolding his arms.

“So your the boy who stared all of this… Wow I can’t believe you or your idiotic parents—“ the man gets cut off by a fist swinging out out no where connecting to his cheek.

The father head turns to the side in pain and shock.

Os/n wastes no time to punch the man right in the stomach causing the man to hunch over. Os/n hand reaches out to the back of the man’s head grabbing onto his hair tightly before slamming it onto the wall.

Immediately staff pulls Os/n back as S/n grabs both of their things following them into a different room.

Once the adults left the room so it’s only the brothers in there S/n begins to panic.

“What if we get in trouble! Dads are gonna be so pissed! What if you get in jail!—“ S/n nervously blurts out but gets cut off by a pair of arms hugging him tightly.

In the room only soft sniffles could be heard as Os/n cry’s softly onto his brother. “I-I was so scared for you… I’m sorry that I wasn’t there fast enough.” Os/n says weakly as the guilt settles.

“W-were not gonna get in trouble alright. So don’t be scared alright dork.” Os/n says giving S/n a light kiss on the head.

WITH Y/N AND MARC

“Ohh!~ fuck Y/n!~ Hurry up and give it to me!~” Marc moans out as he laid on the bed legs out spread. Y/n held onto Marc’s thighs as he slowly moved the tip of his cock inside of Marc’s hole.

*Ring!!*

The men look away from each other at the phone of the dresser.

“Ignore it!~ HmMm please!~” Marc moans out as he grinds his ass against Y/n’s cock.“You know I can’t.” Y/n responds back rolling his eyes a little before reaching out to the night stand picking up the phone.

“Hello?” Y/n questions as he uses his free hand to jerk Marc off.

“Yes I am their father…” Y/n answers giving Marc a worried look.

“Mhm. Uhm yes I’ll be there with my husband.” Y/n says hanging up the phone.

“School called… And Os/n got into a very serious fight. They even said he fought a kids dad.” Y/n let’s go of Marc’s cock and moves off the bed walking into the closet getting clothes for the both of them.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to continue this later.” Marc says getting up from the bed.“Yeah… sorry.” Y/n apologizes as he puts underwear and pants on.

Marc cups Y/n face in his hands smiling at him.

“It’s not your fault Y/n…” Marc says giving Y/n a light kiss.

TIMESKIP

Marc and Y/n walked inside the office looking around for their kids.

Y/n takes a mental note of how messed up a group of boys and even a man looks.

“Fuck Os/n” Y/n thinks to himself before looking at the principles. The principles able gestures the man inside. With one last look at each other Marc and Y/n steps inside the office.

“Sorry if you two were busy.” The principles says looking at the both of them. Y/n shakes his head no with a smile taking a seat by Os/n as Marc sits by S/n.“The woman on the phone already gave me a run down about what’s going on so could we just go straight to the chase.” Y/n says as Marc talks to their sons getting their side of the story.

“We’ll witness says that S/n was getting bullied and his brother came and saved him, so the punishment won’t be to bad—“

“Punishment? You just said it yourself my son was getting bullied and his brother came and save him since everyone else wasn’t doing anything.” Y/n cuts off the man.

“I know Mr L/n, but there’s no excuse as to why Os/n fought an adult.”

“Because he was talking shit about me and my family!” Os/n exclaims.

“Can’t we just negotiate a reasonable punishment for my son and the other kids please.” Marc says as Y/n agrees. “If that what you’d two like to do.”

“Yes we’ll like that a lot.” Y/n says before adding “Could we host a meeting tomorrow here. It will be easier to talk to all the parents since some is probably working now.”

The principle nods and types in his computer probably documenting this.

“Well then… See you tomorrow. Nice talking with you and please tell the father that my son fought that I say my deepest apologies.” Marc says with a fake nice tone before standing up with the rest of his family leaving.

Once the family is leaving the school and at the parking lot waking to the car Marc breaks the silence.

“So I see you used some of my moves huh?” Marc teases looking at Os/n

“No! I was using my own moves you should had saw!”

THE END

[chierafied]

20 Questions for Writers

The lovely @annabtg tagged me for this ages ago. Thank you! 💖 I've done this tag one or twice in the past, sorry to long-time followers with excellent memories, in case some of my answers have remained the same lol.

AO3 username: Chie (Chierafied)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 413

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 1, 406, 470

3. What fandoms do you write for? Jily (Harry Potter), SessKag (InuYasha) and seldom IchiRuki (Bleach)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I’ll go ahead and name 6 so I can have an even spread between my two main fandoms.

Top 3 Jily fics by kudos:

#Jily

Much Tweeting About Crushing

Plan B

Top 3 SessKag fics by kudos:

Life After Loss

Stranger Than Fiction

Fifty Kilos of Fluff

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to, and I think I reply to most of the comments I get on AO3. Though sometimes I don’t if I feel like I won’t have anything to say in reply or if I’ve been overwhelmed by the number of comments in the inbox and have left them there to rot for over a month by which point it feels too embarrassing to respond. 🙈 On other sites I don’t really reply to comments, as email notifs from Dokuga are broken and I don’t really go to FFnet anymore.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? For Jily, Ashes and A Lifetime, both microfics I wrote for moody March. For SessKag, Foil and Vagary come to mind first.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I mean fluff is my default setting so most my fics have a happy ending. 😅 Of the more recent fics, the Jily microfic Happily Ever After comes to mind. Or, for my SessKag fans, the holiday one shot Christmas Morning.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Any real hate is rare, though I have got one Anon hate comment telling me to kill myself because I wrote a ship the commenter didn’t like. But I have got plenty of criticism of one sort or another over the years. In particular, the (infamous) plot twist from Chain Of Love got enough feedback that I still, 12 years later, sometimes have an instinctual cringe to seeing a comment notification for that fic. 🙈

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? If I say no to this question, I’m sure there will be a choir of @drosselmeyerwrites, Wicked and Troll yelling liar. But personally I still don’t consider myself a smut writer. I do write (and have written) the occasional sex scene, but only 2 of those would qualify for smut. I like to usually keep my sex scenes fairly vanilla and I don’t like to name genitals etc. My comfort zone is more in sensual and emotional side of the spectrum, rather than explicitly detailed naughtiness.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? True crossovers, no. I don’t think I’ve written any. I’m more partial to fusions, e.g. Disney AU or a fairy tale retelling or whatever, in which you take the characters from fandom A and insert them into the world/plot of canon material B. Craziest of these fusions I guess would be my SessKag Star Wars AU one shot A Leap of Faith, which I’d pick for crazy as I’m not a Star Wars fan. Similarly, having never seen The Office, my jilychallenge one shot In the Dumps is one I wouldn’t have written if not prompted.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes. Once, that I know of. Though they did not claim to have written the fic themselves, someone did still opt to post my SessKag chapter fic Chain Of Love on Wattpad without my permission or knowledge, so I had it taken down.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, more than one I think. There’s been the sporadic request over the years and I haven’t really kept track so I can’t name which ones. But the most recent was a Chinese translation to my SessKag one shot Cold.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Kind of? I’ve made a few attempts in the past with a close IRL friend of mine, but those attempts have always fizzled out fairly quickly. I’m not sure how well co-writing would suit me, as I can be a bit of a control freak.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Honestly, I’m not sure how to answer this question. I guess SessKag fandom has been my home for the longest time. IchiRuki used to be my favourite ship, but the epilogue kinda soured it all for me.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? There are several of these but the ones I most wish to finish are my jily fics Their Halcyon Days and Chasing That Silver Lining

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel I'm good at writing (bantery) dialogue and I'm known for my fluff. I'm good at telling complete stories in very few words. I think, or at least hope, I am pretty good at hitting people in the feels and hitting the emotional notes in the story, evoking a response in the reader as well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Motivation and editing. As proved last month, I can easily go for a full month of longer without writing a single word. If I don’t have a routine in place and only write “when I want to”, my writing becomes super sporadic. Editing is something I have very little patience for, so it's a step that, other than a basic proofread, I never really do. What are these 'drafts' people speak of?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I think it depends a lot on if the language use can be justified and how it is executed, but I think this in one area where it might be best to proceed with caution.

19. First fandom you wrote for? David Eddings’ The Belgariad & The Malloreon.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? This question is impossible to answer, because my favourite anything is very much dependent on what mood I’m in and how the stars are aligned at any given time. Also there’s over 400 works to choose from. So I refuse to play favourites.

Tagging @siriuslychessi, @petals2fish, @jafndaegur, and @proudhanyou

[mlmxreader]

Home Is Where You Are | Alfie Solomons x nb!reader

anonymous asked: Hello again! You've given me way too much power with these open asks 🙈!! I promise this is the last one (for tonight😆)! Could I please request the following for Alfie Solomons X Nonbinary reader: "I'm sorry, you want me to what?" "Be my fake boyfriend"+"Get closer, I want to remember the colour of your eyes"+"Is it so terrible to be scared right now?" Just a thought but maybe reader got out of a really shit relationship and they end up seeing the person within Camden while out with Alfie? Something like that?? Thank you again! I appreciate you so, so much! 🐍anon

summary: it's thanks to Alfie and his mother that you picked yourself back up after a relationship with a bastard had ended, but when you see him against whilst out with Alfie, you know what you have to do.

tws: brief mentions of transphobia (nothing explicit), swearing, brief mention of threat & violence

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You yawned as you held onto Alfie's arm, thankful for the decent evening and the full stomach more than anything else; you wanted to go home, you were absolutely knackered if you were honest, and wearing Alfie's thick coat, you were getting more and more tired with each step.

You had had a good time, but it was getting late. You didn't mind it, though, you always liked being around Alfie; it wasn't rare for you to go out of Camden with him to see his mother on the weekends, and she was always more than happy for you to stop overnight.

She treated you like she did any other close family friend, even if she did always say that you never ate enough; you could have eaten a full five course meal with pudding and starters and sides and she would still say you didn't eat enough.

Alfie was always right there for you, and so was his mother; when your ex-boyfriend broke up with you, it was Alfie who looked after you, and Missus Solomons who took you under her wing and gave you a place to stay before you could move in with Alfie. She told Alfie about the relationship with your consent.

How your ex was less than kind and how he didn't like that you and Alfie were so close; she told Alfie about the things that your ex had said when you first told him about being nonbinary.

Alfie wanted to kill the cunt, but who could blame him?

The only reason he didn't was because both his mother and you had asked him not to. But Alfie still swore, if he had a chance to, he would take it.

He would kill that cunt after everything he had put you through. When it came to you, Alfie had more than a soft spot, more than a weakness; he never smiled and laughed the same way he did with you, his lips never ached and his sides never hurt when he wasn't with you.

He didn't feel so secure, like he was at home anywhere. You were his canary. His mongoose under the house. His snake in the grass to keep the small mammals at bay.

When he stole a look at you, daring to smile to himself even though he knew it was wrong; you were his friend, he shouldn't have thought such things, and given what you had just been through, he felt like shit for thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could have asked you to be something other than a friend.

Chewing at the inside of his lip, Alfie tried to keep those thoughts away as much as he could, but when you tugged on his arm, there was an ache in his chest.

"Alfie, two o'clock."

He looked, and furrowed his brows. "That the cunt?"

You nodded. "I need a favour… could you, I'm sorry but could you pretend we're together?"

"I'm sorry, you want me to what?"

"Be my fake boyfriend," you muttered. "Please? Just to keep him away."

Alfie clenched his jaw. "C'mere."

He pulled you closer, laying his arm across your shoulders as he kept you as close to his body as he possibly could, daring to gently graze his beard against your jaw as he brought you to the nearest wall.

He gently cupped your jaw with one hand, leaning into you slightly.

"Can I kiss you?"

You swallowed thickly. "I'm not sure… is it, is it so terrible to be scared right now? I, I mean what if he comes over?"

"I'm a big lad, sunshine," Alfie pointed out. "Big enough to protect us both."

You nodded, your eyes going to his lips for a moment. "As long as you're sure."

"Fuckin' very," he chuckled. "We can just act like we're snoggin', if that'd help."

You shook your head. "It's best if we do it properly."

"Put your hand here," Alfie whispered, putting your hand on the collar of his shirt. "Tug twice when you want me to stop."

You nodded, heart pounding in your chest as you welcomed the feeling of his lips on yours; his beard tickled and scratched at your skin, making you smile as you dared to relax, leaning into him and letting your hand slip from his collar.

Resting it on his chest as your other hand went to the back of his neck. When it was time to break the kiss, Alfie pulled away but still kept quite close, his breath soft and even.

"You alright?"

You nodded. "Yeah, yeah, no, I'm… I'm fine."

His head was spinning as he took a quick look around. The cunt who hurt you was nowhere in sight. "He's gone now. You're alright."

You couldn't stop yourself, closing the distance as you kissed him again; even though he was a little surprised, it only took Alfie a couple of seconds before he eagerly kissed you back.

But it only lasted a few seconds, and when you pulled away, stuttering and spluttering out apologies, Alfie simply shook his head.

"It's alright," he reassured. "I'm not gonna fuckin' ask if you wanna get into another relationship, I ain't like that but… when you do, when you're ready, I'll be right fuckin' here waitin'."

"I love you," you said quietly.

"I know," Alfie hummed, tugging you away from the wall gently. "Here, stand under the light and get closer, I wanna remember the colour of your eyes when I fuck off to Birmingham."

You frowned, shaking your head as you cleared your throat. "Take me with you… please?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Are you sure? It's not gonna be a fuckin' holiday, y'know, I'm goin' to deal with some cunt who wants to do business."

"I'm sure," you told him. "I know… I know wherever you are, that's home."

Slowly, Alfie dared to grin as he laughed softly. "I could say the same fuckin' thing about you, sunshine… but alright then, if you wanna come, you can come."

[thesilverlady]

Omg you ship book rhaegon and lucemond before the show? One of the rare few (sorry i just saw your prev ask while browsing those two tags). Because of that i would love to know your thoughts seeing these two ships pop off because of the show (especially lucemond since its top 3 popular ship in hotd fandom). What does it feel like seeing these crack ship before in your head to suddenly gain sm popularity now? Also i really want to know the difference between the book ships and the show ships and why the book ship attracted you initially? Thanks in advance if you ever answer!

hi! no need to apologize 🥰 Yeah I shipped both of these pre-show and it was definitely an experience. There were 0 lucemond fics and only 2 rhaegon ones to which I still have them bookmarked out of nostalgia 🙈

about the first question: my thoughts upon seeing these two ships pop off are kinda contradictory. For rhaegon, I'm glad people see the potential but due to hotd portrayal lots of the fics are smut (which I have no problem with ofc but I generally prefer plot fics) or some characterizations are entirely based on the show (like Aegon being an airhead and only a toy with 0 ambition /Rhaenyra being manipulative and always in control etc) So i leave a kudo for support and hope I'll find what I'm looking for later.

With lucemond I have a better luck because the community is much bigger, and there's so much variety to choose from. I'm very satisfied with them rising to top 3, and I hope they stay there.

So I'd say overall a mixed of bittersweet and smugness. Trust me, if I had a coin for the amount of times I've been called delulu for shipping these ships pre-show I'd be rich by now. There's also a certain amount of validation that comes with finally being able to actually speak about these pairs without worrying too much that a mob will start throwing you tomatoes. And all fanarts are absolutely a treat. 😊

in regards of the differences between book ships vs the show ships, keep in mind i don't speak for the entire rhaegon/lucemond community and I know a big bunch will even disagree with this:

for lucemond, I admit the show did more for them in certain aspects. Like growing up together, certain camera angle choices etc The big difference is again the characterization - which the show ignores a lot. Basically what hotd does is change traits but keep the results the same. So for example, Aemond in the show is supposed to be this calm/in control guy who is into philosophy and history and is more "suitable" to be king compared to his elder brother, but then you have his canon actions (insulting/challenging/chasing an envoy) coming up and that hardly makes sense. In f&b the antagonism is built more properly and you can see why the characters do what they do.

for rhaegon, we didn't even have any scene of the two together (a crime truly) but lots of people find the actors attractive and others love the people-from-opposite-side that goes on with team black/green. So I'd say show rhaegon is mostly vibes while in the book i found things to grab onto.

In f&b we already get seeds to plant the idea from the moment Aegon is born. Otto constantly brought up the succession order so many times he was fired because of it.

Then there's the entire post-daemyra drama when Rhaneyra is still looking for a husband and Alicent kept suggesting for Aegon to be betrothed to Rhaenyra. We learn from that paragraph that "the two half-siblings had never gotten on well" which let's be for real, already sets for an interesting drama if the marriage was to happen.

We also have Aegon's first refusal of the throne before Cole added preasure. “My sister is the heir, not me. What sort of brother steals his sister’s birthright?” I've seen some people (usually antis) believing that perhaps he never said this and the Septon lied to make him look good. Well, I say that's bs because I always believe the truth in f&b is somewhere in between so this moment definitely happened and given how we knew the two didn't even get along in childhood, I find it a very interesting development.

And of course I can't forget Rhaenyra's iconic death - which is by Aegon's dragon and I can delude myself into getting some crimes of passion ™ vibes

As for lucemond, I don't really have anything deep to say. 😅. The fight that costed Aemond his eye + the quote "Prince Lucerys might have been able to outfly his pursuer, [...] but the day was as black as Prince Aemond’s heart" were kinda enough for me to go 👀 oh he truly hates him..... You see, the fight that made Aemond lose his eye was kinda more brutal; he had 3 kids to deal with, not 5. And they were all so young in comparison. Jace was 6, Luke 5 and Joffrey 3 while Aemond was 10. He was able to beat them all until Lucerys slashed him across the face and I imagine he took such a huge hit on his pride because of it.

When they all have the family dinner years later we're told that "Aemond had become a dangerous swordsman [...] but remained a wild and willful child, hot-tempered and unforgiving." So I thought those scenes + lucerys death kinda serve the obsessed trope™ which I'm very into

I hope my reply was intelligible ♥ it's 3 am as I'm writing this so I imagine i may have not explained some stuff properly. Either way let me know and thank you for the ask.

[ranvwoop]

👁️🎂🌙🙈 🏊 🎭 💧❤️ 💚for Serena please.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :D. This is okay this makes sense. They have the same name pretty much </33 They are a fork of the same mnecraft skin, nearly, except Sea transcended mnecraft and became real and Seren did not. He also became emo. And, uh, I guess on principle transed their gender.

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

Seren has brown eyes because I think they’re pretty. I have too many brown eyed ocs but like… brown eyes. (Serena, in fact, has green eyes, because I thought they were pretty when I made her. They were both at one point self representations. My eyes are blue . the grass is always greener. etc.) (Neither are sonas anymore but when they were just mnecraft skins o7).

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

I’ve not given him one!! I do not think he likes celebrating it anymore because they are a sad sad man. Birthdays are a social activity and he doesn’t have many friends.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

They want their kid/sibling/CVwoop back :(. Far enough for what he believes is necromancy and then obsessive guardianship to the point that it drives it away again, but, well, he’s sort of at a loss now! In general they are very driven. Pre-Incidents (™), he wanted nothing more than studying modded phenomenon and getting his hands on powerful magic artifacts :D. He also sort of wants the power that comes with this, I have a few like, concepts w/ mods and stuff, but….. You know, a normal amount of powerhungry.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

He does NOT have control of the situation. He has never had control of the situation. He was absolutely winging it when he was an explorer and he’s winging it now. He is not admitting this. He’s a bit of a conman these days, which relies on having all of the cards, anyways. Everything is under control (“this is fine” dog meme).

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

They can! I think he’s okay at swimming. Nothing special. He would take Vwoop (water type) swimming, probably. He doesn’t like ocean expeditions. Ocean creatures are scary, actually. 

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

He’s pretty straightforward, aside from working (Unethical Customer Service Voice). He views individual people in different ways but not necessarily as, like, a class of people. I think he is more pleasant around strangers though. He wants the lasting impression to be that he is, at least, Pretty Cool and Impressive.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

Hmmmm . He is kind of an angstfest as is because he is the inciting incident for another character and really just refuses to heal from these incidents. He’s still trying to peddle the prototypes for recreating his once-again-lost kid figure in a lab (marketed as Exotic Pets, mostly under the guise of “animal! But Ender! Rare! Wow.”. Most of them are dangerous. They require a waiver to be signed. He is truly the unethical breeder that one has warned you about). That’s kind of depressing.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

HMM. Unsure. He is not really in contact with a lot of people for long </3. Acts of service, probably.

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

He likes the outdoors. It’s comforting to just be around outside, especially in the outskirts of servers where there is nothing except terrain and the occasional structure. They just want to go on little adventures. Tender moment by a campfire type of guy, probably.

[nnato]

hi! Maybe 18 for Mitch and Daniel? :)

And idk if you follow motogp but Tony Arbolino and Fabio Quartararo (5)?

<3

Uh so this got sadder than I expected 🙈 I hope you’ll still like it!

18. “I’m not happy without you.”

It’s nice to sit here together, have a chat, even if there are cameras pointed at them and microphones stuck to their clothes, recording every word, every gesture, every look they share. But Daniel doesn’t mind. They don’t get to do this often anymore, and it makes him aware of how much he actually missed Mitch.

It’s easy to push the feeling away going about his day. He keeps himself busy with vlogs and projects, preparing for his commentator role with the Ran team, planning the new office. It doesn’t leave much room to think about Mitch or what they have. No, what they used to have.

Because Daniel ended the relationship halfway into Season 8. They tried, after his glorious fallout with Audi and his racing career finding an abrupt end. But Daniel soon realised that it wasn’t fair to Mitch. They rarely saw each other anymore, having to make it work through video calls and rushed meet-ups in hotel rooms and clubs all over the world. And while Daniel enjoyed that part of their relationship too while they were still raving together, things change when it’s the only chance to see each other.

So he sat Mitch down during one of those video calls, like the coward he is, and broke up with him. He told Mitch is was for their own good, even though they probably both knew he was talking bullshit.

And now they’re sitting here again, recording a format for Ran. Not that it is a problem per se. They’re still friends with enough years of media training to make it work. But that doesn’t make the ache in his heart go away.

Once they’re done with the interview and the camera crew packed their things, the Jaguar PR team also bids their goodbye. There seem to be no other media duties for Mitch today and Daniel tries to stammer out a lame excuse about why he has to leave too. Mitch is having none of it.

He grabs Daniel by the wrist, pulling to the side, out of view for any passer-by.

“Can we talk? Please.”

“Didn’t we do just that a minute ago?” Daniel laughs, nervous. As much as he wants to be alone with Mitch, it would only do more damage. God, he had just convinced himself he was over all of this.

“Daniel,” Mitch insist, his voice leaving little room for arguments.

Daniel sighs, looking around to make sure they’re really alone before gesturing for Mitch to start.

“I’m not happy without you,” is the first thing Mitch says and shit, Daniel wants to cry. It takes effort to blink the tears away, Daniel not meeting Mitch’s eyes. “I know you said it would be the best for both of us, and I wanted to believe you, I really did. Because I didn’t think you would give up on us if it wasn’t true. But I miss you. On track, off track. I know we had some difficulties but we can learn from them. If the past year showed me one thing it’s that life isn’t worth the same without you by my side.”

“Mitch, I-“

“Please, be honest. And if you can’t be honest with me, at least be honest to yourself. Is your life so much better since then? Do you sleep better at night? Does it not feel like someone is wrapping their hand around your heart every time you think of me? Or do you not think about me at all?”

And Daniel wants to deny it. Wants to say it right to Mitch’s face that no, he doesn’t miss him; that yes, his life is so much more fulfilling without the boundaries and the aching of a long-distance relationship. But it would be all lies. And Daniel is so sick of lying to himself.

“And what would it change? What would be different if we try again? You’d still live in Monaco while I am in Kempten. And you’d still be off for racing duties for most of the year while I’m busy with the business. We can’t change that, Mitch. You have your life and I have mine. They’re just not compatible anymore. No matter how much that hurts me.”

Daniel looks up, meeting Mitch’s gaze that is so full of sadness and hurt, just like he feels himself.

“Just let it go, Mitch. Let me go, please.”

“I can’t,” is all Mitch says, and Daniel has to turn away to hide his tears. There is no holding them back this time.

“Daniel,” Mitch says his name again, his voice still so gentle even though all Daniel does is hurt him. He’s not worthy of his love.

“Darling-“ And shit, he can’t do this.

Daniel wipes at his eyes in a futile attempt to stop the tears, ready to say his final goodbye to Mitch. But the Kiwi just takes his face in his hands, giving Daniel no chance to look away this time. He probably could break free if he really wanted to but he feels to weak to even try.

“My Darling. I beg you. Give us a second chance. We can figure something out that’s not just existing on the phone miles apart. I can show you if you just trust me. I love you, and neither time not distance can change that.”

Daniel sniffles, and Mitch brushes away the tears that keep falling. He missed his touch, missed being close to him. Only seeing Mitch through a studio screen or in front of a camera wasn’t enough.

“I love you too,” is the only thing Daniel gets out without breaking down completely. But the smile it enlightens on Mitch’s face is worth all of it. The other leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, and Daniel can taste the salt of his tears mixing in with the taste that is just Mitch.

“We can do it this time. I promise. I won’t ever let you go again,” Mitch whispers, and Daniel chooses to believe him. Where ever this will take them, they’ll get through it together.

[oriley42]

In response to your Director's Commentary post: ⭐⭐⭐

thanks so much for the star-ask, pal!

as I was skimming my works for what I wanted to talk about, I saw these passages from my oldest and newest House fics in a different light:

[from A Patient's Guide to Living with ICS, ch. 2]

Kerry: “I’ve got a couple options for ya. One: get over it, enjoy the fun while it lasts, then say sayonara to easy pal sex. Two: don’t get over it, tell him you’re in deep disgusting dying-in-a-shared-bed-at-ninety love with him, and see if he reciprocates.”

House: “Three: I take hostages in this shitty little coffee chain and force Wilson to admit his feelings for me first.”

“You do see how a tendency to resort to domestic terrorism might be a factor in this guy not wanting to shack up with you.”

“It’s not ‘terrorist’ if you’re the good guy, then it’s ‘freedom fighter.’”

“You’ve never once been the good guy, Gregory House.”

[from selfish]

Cuddy: “But...I have a selfish reason for wanting you to look past that. He might be bad for you, but you might be really good for him.” Her eyes took on a dreamy gleam, “Imagine how many clinic hours we could squeeze out of him if you withheld sex.”

Wilson: “Wow. I really do lose in every scenario, here.”

Cuddy shrugged and snapped open her laptop, the final sign that Wilson was well and truly dismissed by the warden. “That’s the price of being the good guy.”

Maybe he was sick of being the good guy, Wilson thought as he cast a doubtful look towards the clinic where House was supposedly holed up. Maybe he was sick to death of being selfless. Maybe he just wanted something for himself. Was that so bad?

_____

so first, my sapphic weakness for powerful women telling these goofy men off obvi comes through here 😂

but I didn’t realize I’d written so explicitly about both House and Wilson being trapped by their respective images, House thinking he has to always play the villain, Wilson thinking he has to play the hero. The "good guy" as a figure they're both stuck in comparison to, from opposite sides. Both wanting to break out of that box but also afraid of what that would mean for the identities they cling to!

that's very much in the back of my head when I'm trying to trace out the emotional arc of a story (especially since my stories so rarely have any other kind of plot arc to hold them together lol), is this story about embracing a buried uncomfortable truth (ex. Wilson realizing he loves House, and he loves him as is, not some better version of him, which makes Wilson an accessory to House's evil hijinks), or coming to a different and healthier relationship with the same identity (House realizing it doesn't have to change who he is to love Wilson, that that affection was already there in his foundations, and he can still be as dickish as he pleases while also being loving)?

Together, they help each other do both! selfish was very consciously about House helping Wilson let go of his good guy shackles and realize it's not actually bad to want things, and basically every one of my stories has Wilson trying to coax House into believing that the world won't fall apart if House lets himself be nice/affectionate/loving/loved.

I haven't quite reached the end of the actual TV series yet (🙈) but I know vaguely how the finale goes and I'm very much obsessed with the idea of both of them embracing the dangerous versions of themselves that they bring out in each other, for each other...

anyhoo 🤓 thanks again for the ask, and listening to my ramble!

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hi beloved!! Whenever you're not too busy, could I request another BoB ship please? Ik you were caught between a couple different ones & I'm on such an HBO War kick rn, i welcome any & all ideas you might have!

Thank you so much!! 💖💖

Omg ofc and thank you for requesting!! 💗

I ship you with…

Eugene Roe!

Song recommendation: Not For Sale - Enhypen

- Omg omg, here me out bestie

- you guys would be such a good couple, like both of you are so loving and caring for the others around you, I think you guys would be able to take care of each other and and be the others “rainbow after the rain” type.

- Like y’all are so committed to being there for everyone else, but rarely tend to save some of that for yourselves. I think you guys would teach each other how appreciate themself as much as the other person does

- with that being said I also think that you guys would also be able to take care of each other in a good way, like you guys can just spoil one another physically and mentally and it’s such a nice refresher

- Two animal lovers, going to the aquarium together, and when the animals just swim over to you, bc you are a full on animal whisperer, he’s got the biggest smile on his face, like that’s when he realizes he’s not the only one in love with you 🤣and then after he buys you the cutest little stuffed animal from the gift shop, ugh he’s such a romantic

- Whenever you get all dolled up his heart jumps out of his chest about a million times, you are so beautiful, jaw dropping, angelic, to him, like you actually leave him speechless, he’s absolutely so happy and lucky to have you in his life.

- He loves seeing the passion you have for the people you love and the things you want. He also can have that same passion here and there and loves seeing how determined you are to show others if something is wrong or unfair, or taking up for the underdog, he knows it all comes from a place of love and respect from the people on the other end of the of the stick and he just admires you so much when he sees that side of you omg

- And when you guys are baking in the kitchen oh gosh, it’d get messy but you guys would end up having so much fun, you guys would be trying to make some beignets (with like at 10% chance of it actually working) 😭 both of you are so focused on getting the recipe right until both of you just give up which turns into a whole flour fight LOL

- and when you guys are out with friends, you’d definitely make him dance with you and have some fun!! You would just be out giggling and dancing with friends until you pull him along with you to start dancing, he is like totally nervous at first but towards the end he starts to loosen up a little 🤣 either way it was fun for him though

- omg and one day, you’d ask him out of curiosity to teach you some french and it’d be so cute, he would teach you just a couple words and phrases, like you guys would just be facing eachother, super close, and he’d be be showing you the pronunciation of the word, but all you could focus on was his lips, and how good they looked

- So of course you give him a peck mid sentence, unexpected was an understatement, his face was so red and you caught him off guard so bad 😭 please help this man from not having a heart attack

- And in general, you’d get him soooo nervous like actually, bc you’re just so sexy and confident to where you really bring out this not so innocent energy out of him, but at first, anything you say that’s remotely suggestive will literally have him beat red, he loves you and your body but he’s on the brink from having a panic attack from all of this 😭 LOLOL

- when you try and initiate things with him he’s more than willing to give in, when you guys first do things, he’s so respectful and kind, he’s wanted it for soooo long, and is so giving and ready to please you in every way, also can you imagine him dirty talking to you very low in french 🙈

- Okay imagine waking up to genes sexy voice, he’d like make you breakfast in bed, which would be soooo good, and the night before he’d give you the best cuddles known to mankind

- Let me tell you when you go off on someone, he’s just over there silently like, “you get them girl” 👀 with that emoji of course, but after he usually will give you a moment or two to calm down (unless you want him there) just because he doesn’t want to get cussed out like the other person that messed with you before

- he would come up with the most beautiful little dates and things to do together, like little picnics while enjoying the nice weather, or going to an animal shelter and volunteering there or even buying tickets to a musical you had wanted to go to for a while

- and when you had bad mental health days, he would be there to listen to you and comfort you when you need it 100%, he’s so caring and attentive to you it’s almost too good to be true, he would just hold you in his arms and tell you everything is gonna be okay (my heart rn 🥹)

- and when you had bad physical days, like if you were sick with something, he would fix you up so nicely 😭 like you always get princess treatment with him, but now it’s like a 100x that, almost to the point where you wish you were sick more often

- His main pet name for you would be princess (*include the french accent omg*), he would call you that almost more than your name, because to him, you are like a real life princess xx, you have all the qualities of one, you’re kind and caring, and you’re so good with animals like actually omg.

- When it comes to bring you around his friends, he’s more of like the subtle type? Like he talks about you allllll the time, but he’s always so respectful about you and speaks of you so highly, but he doesn’t boast, he’s more of a speak amazing about you and keep it humble type

- But when you are around literally all eyes are on you two, I feel like he’d be one of those guys who doesn’t get very jealous, “She’s coming home to me not you” type attitude, like when one of the other guys flirt, as long as they don’t say something too far or to make you uncomfortable, and plus he trusts you too much for you to do something like that (the loyalness between you guys is 🤞🏼)

- But the moment someone is rude to you, it’s game OVER for them, he will completely tell them off and everyone else is just shocked because they wouldn’t have expected that from him at all, but if ANYONE messes with his girl, they’re gonna have to deal with him.

- he’s designated driver, not because you guys have been out drinking or anything, but because you hate driving 🤣 and omg just think about it, he’s driving, with one hand on the wheel, and the other hand on your upper thigh (pure butterflies 😫)

- But girl this man loves you so much, like he’s absolutely whipped for you, he would sacrifice anything for you and you are his ultimate weakness, he’s so loyal to you and you are HIS girl, Gene would do ANYTHING to make you happy

- this couple would be so great actually omg, you guys would be each others happily ever after, like a whole disney princess story, and both of you totally deserve it 😭🤞🏼

Girly omg I hope you like this so much!!! I loved writing it and this was so fun!! 💖💖

[jumbled-messy-confused]

Breathless

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Summary:

Alina Starkov, an art therapist by day and a passionate painter by night, finds herself inexplicably drawn to the enigmatic man in the office across the street. As their silent connection grows through fleeting glances and small gestures, Alina discovers a side of him that is both endearing and deeply human. Amidst the vibrant colors of her paintings and the quiet moments they share, separated by glass and opposite sides of the street, a bond begins to form, leaving her breathless with anticipation for what might come next.

Notes:

This is a modern AU that nobody asked for. I’m posting it anyway. 🙈   Please note that English is not my first language, but I did my best to find most mistakes. (Feel free to point them out to me!). I took certain creative liberties, particularly with respect to medical details and the characterization of the main characters but I hope, you will just roll with it. And now have fun! And thank you for reading.

Chapter 1: Window to the Soul

Alina Starkov had always been a keen observer, a trait that served her well both in her profession and her passion. She loved her daytime job as an art therapist at the local hospital. Her patients adored her for her empathy and dedication, and she found immense satisfaction in helping them through their struggles. By night, she transformed into a painter, losing herself in the colors and textures of her canvases. At 25, Alina had faced her share of hardships. An orphan from a young age, she had learned to fend for herself, scraping by with the little she earned. Her friends, Genya, Mal, and Marie, were her lifeline, providing the support and companionship she needed. They had always encouraged her to never give up on her dream of painting, and after years of searching and saving, she had finally found a small atelier to rent a few months ago. Though the apartment was somewhat dated and lacked modern amenities, she had made it incredibly cozy. The bedroom and kitchen were rather small, but the workspace was a dream. Its large windows offered a perfect view of the world outside, particularly the office building across the street.

It was there, on the fourth floor, that she first noticed him. The man who seemed to work around the clock, always present when she left for the hospital and still there when she came back. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome - the kind of man who seemed to have stepped out of a classic romance novel. He always wore a black suit and a crisp white shirt, tailored to perfection and highlighting his lean, athletic physique. Her easel was positioned in such a way that he was constantly in her line of sight, and she couldn’t help but glance at him every once and again. And the more she observed him, the more she found herself drawn to this enigmatic, intense figure. He seemed to work tirelessly, rarely leaving his office before she retired to bed. On the sporadic occasions he did leave early, he always rode his bike, regardless of the weather. She admired his dedication, knowing that his cycling routine surely contributed to his fit physique, but it also spoke volumes about his character and discipline. Every once in a while, she would see him with a suitcase, either getting into or out of a cab, indicating he was traveling for work. And if she was honest with herself, she missed him when he was gone and found herself looking forward to when he returned.

As the weeks passed, Alina gradually discovered more and more of his quirks. For example, he seemed to prefer moving while on the phone. She would glance up from her painting to see him pacing, his long strides carrying him back and forth in front of the window. At times, he would literally storm across the room, clearly agitated, a rare occurrence that undoubtedly indicated frustration. This same intensity was evident when he went over the same documents repeatedly, his expression intense and focused, occasionally rubbing his temples or running his fingers through his hair, as if he wouldn’t rest until every detail was perfect. Another thing she observed was his habit of shedding his jacket as soon as he was alone. Alina couldn’t help but admire how striking he looked, especially when he sat at his desk with his sleeves rolled up, which made his slender figure even more of a sight to behold. Sadly, he always put his blazer back on for larger meetings with multiple attendees, which she found a bit disappointing.

Eventually, she realized that he only stayed casual in his shirtsleeves in the presence of three people: a stern-looking woman who might be his secretary, a stoic blond, and a perpetually smiling dark-haired colleague. The latter two seemed to be his closest confidants, often staying late into the evening when everyone else had left. Incidentally, Alina observed the comings and goings of his employees or colleagues, noting how content, sometimes even cheerful they seemed. She noticed how he would often take the time to listen intently to his colleagues in one-on-one conversations, offering nods or words that seemed to lift their spirits. This matched the atmosphere during the meetings in his office; the general mood of these events always appeared calm and composed, with no shouting or arguments. He seemed to handle everything with a quiet authority that impressed her. However, there were moments when he appeared intense, even intimidating, especially when dealing with people who didn't seem to be part of his regular team. Occasionally, she observed strangers entering his office, and his demeanor would shift, becoming sterner and authoritative.

Yet, despite his commanding, sometimes even intimidating presence, there were occasions when he seemed the absolute opposite—troubled and deeply forlorn. At times, she saw him sitting with his elbows on the desk, his face buried in his hands, his shoulders slumped as if carrying a heavy burden. Other moments, he would lean back in his chair, staring at a picture on the wall for minutes on end. She couldn’t make out what was in the photo, but it was clearly significant to him. Occasionally, he would stand at the window, one hand in his pocket, the other arm raised to rest his forehead against the glass, his posture radiating a sense of defeat. He would gaze out at the city below, seemingly lost in thought. These moments of vulnerability touched Alina deeply. In those instances, the powerful, intense man she observed daily seemed to vanish, replaced by someone who was profoundly human and heartbreakingly sad. It was in these moments that she felt most connected to him; it felt as if she saw a reflection of her own, past struggles.

She admired his strength, his ability to work tirelessly despite the melancholy that seemed to envelop him. She wondered what kind of person could endure such sorrow and still function at such a high level; she longed to know more about him, to understand the man behind the glass. Sometimes she dreamed of having a coffee with him, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that a man like him would never be interested in someone like her—a struggling artist and orphan who barely made enough to get by. So, she had never tried to find out who he was. To her, he was simply the enigmatic figure in the glass-fronted office, a man who exuded power and authority but also a deep, unspoken grief.

Alina’s friends were quite puzzled by her fascination with the stranger across the street. They often teased her about her “obsession,” but she knew it wasn’t that. She was simply deeply moved by the profound sadness he occasionally displayed. His vulnerability resonated with her, and it led her to glance over at his office every once in a while, almost unconsciously hoping to see him in good spirits. It weighed on her when he seemed so burdened.

One evening, as the early twilight of autumn settled over the city, Alina worked on a new painting in her studio. The days had become noticeably shorter, requiring her to turn on the lights earlier. She glanced up and noticed him taking his jacket, finally calling it a day. Their bright offices stood out against the encroaching darkness, and for a brief moment, their eyes met through the glass. Her heart skipped a beat, leaving her momentarily breathless. It was the first time they had truly seen each other, and the connection felt electric. He momentarily froze in his movement, then gave a slight nod before continuing on his way.

A few days later, it happened again. This time, it was a chance glance, their eyes meeting unexpectedly as they both turned towards each other, before they both resumed their tasks. But gradually, these fleeting glances became more common, and Alina found herself becoming more relaxed and confident. One day, feeling particularly cheerful, she beamed a bright smile in his direction. To her immense joy, he returned a small, hesitant one. That moment was magical for her, and she found herself longing to see that smile more often.

As time passed, Alina noticed that the man across the street began to seek her out with his eyes as well. It felt nice, knowing it wasn’t always her initiating the glances; sometimes, she would catch him looking at her first. Their exchanges became more frequent, and she found herself looking forward to these brief moments of silent recognition. They smiled at each other more now. Alina, ever the sunshine, always beamed at him, and she loved it when he returned her smile with that gentle, soft expression.

One day, as she was taking a break and sitting on the windowsill, the crisp autumn air wafting in, she sipped her hot tea, savouring its warmth. The leaves outside danced in the gentle breeze, their colors vivid against the gray sky. Then, she saw him across the street, raising his own cup in a playful toast. This was something new, something more outgoing than he had ever been before. She felt a surge of joy and immediately smiled, raising her cup in return. From that day on, this small gesture became a ritual for them, a silent acknowledgment of each other’s presence.

Several days later, Alina was checking one of her paintings in the bright sunlight streaming into her studio. She had taken it off the easel and moved it closer to the window, holding it up to the light to examine it more closely. As she turned away from the canvas, she saw him standing at his window, giving her a thumbs-up and nodding with that shy smile she had come to cherish. It felt like a genuine compliment, and it warmed her heart to know that he appreciated her work.

Encouraged by his response, Alina decided to show him each new painting she completed. Every week or two, she would hold up her latest work for him to see. He always reacted kindly, and his reserved nature made each appreciative gesture all the more meaningful.

But one Sunday, as she held up a particularly vibrant and colourful piece, full of wild, joyful energy, he surprised her completely. He picked up a large tablet from his desk and typed in huge letters, “Too much pink.” Her jaw practically dropped in startled amusement, and she stared at him, flabbergasted by his boldness. But before she could react, to her delight, he laughed. She had never seen him laugh before, and it suited him so well! Then, he quickly erased the message and replaced it with, “Just kidding. It’s perfect!”

She couldn’t help but squeal with happiness, feeling a rush of affection for this man who, in that moment, seemed so dorky and lovable. He wasn’t the sad, brooding figure she sometimes saw, nor the powerful, intense presence he projected every day in his work. He was just himself, open and human. In that brief exchange, he revealed a side of him that was endearing and genuine, a glimpse of the person he was beneath the layers of sadness and authority.

That moment felt so special, as if it marked the beginning of a even brighter chapter in their silent connection. Alina was convinced that this new, playful interaction would continue, and she felt certain that he too found joy in their small interactions. But, contrary to her expectations, the following two weeks were entirely different, unsettling even. The joy of that moment was overshadowed by a growing sense of unease.

tbc...

[pulim-v]

You said you wanted me to yap about my ocs so here I am. Have some thoughts that have been spinning in my cement mixer brain :3

So Maya and Jack are quite different. One of the major differences being that Maya is quite adventurous and Jack is more cautious. So here’s the reasoning behind why they are both like that

Maya-

Maya’s mom is terminally ill with a rare disease. She’s one of the only members of the siren species with this kind of illness, and the only one to have lived as long as she has after being diagnosed (10 years so far) she is barely able to breathe, let alone swim, so she stays in their cove most of the time. Since they don’t know what causes this illness, Maya has convinced herself that she will get it too at the same age as her mom (her mom was in her twenties when she got sick) so she has a very devil may care attitude. She does whatever she wants since she figures she won’t be alive to reap the consequences. She also goes through life trying to bond with as few people as possible (Jack managed to grasp her despite that but she still has some walls up with them despite being friends for many years) because she is scared deep down of having to leave them.

Jack is kinda the opposite side of that coin. He is terribly afraid of living forever, so he’s extremely careful and deliberate with everything he does, because he figures that any diversion from what is supposed to happen will throw his life into mess, and he will have to live with the consequences always, no escape. He didn’t mean to become friends with Maya, and there are a lot of days he regrets it, because she chases trouble. He loves her anyway tho. He also hates forming connections because only the vampires are immortal, and since he never truly feels like a vampire (trans allegory is intended lmao) he doesn’t form relationships with many of them

Ahhhh I’m sorry that was a lotta yapping 🙈 these thoughts have just been trapped in my brain and I wanted to share them with someone :3

Okay you're crafting a really interesting story! You've defined wants for both characters (saving her mother and/or herself for Maya and transing their species for Jack), consequences of said wants for both of them in ways that contrast and intersect, and you have a lot of parallels going on in how the concept of mortality affects both of them. It's some good stuff!

Usually I see a lot of carelessness when it comes to immortal beings in fiction, since they play it off as "it doesn't matter, it'll all be over eventually", but with Jack not wanting to BE immortal, it makes sense that they'd be more careful about it all; he could be trapped in that body forever if he wasn't, after all.

And I love that despite it all they're friends. Someone who might not live much longer, ans someone who might live for too long, and they've built an unbreakable bond of friendship without even meaning to.

They're really cool!!! I like them a lot and I'm excited to see where their story goes!!!!

[rangers-arecool]

Character Study on: Fred

👀 - is your muse prone to jealousy? No. Fred is used to sharing with George and his family. Although being a Panther animagus can make him territorial on occasions, he does manage to ignore that instinct for the most part.

🖤 - can your muse be selfish? He’s not perfect and he has his moments but it’s rare.

❓ - can your muse be indecisive? Depends on the decision he needs to make. Any decisions that affect only him, Fred tends to leave until later. Anything else he is generally fast at figuring out a decision, provided he has the necessary information to make said decision.

🙈 - can your muse be blindly loyal? No. Fred never has been blindly loyal to anything or anyone. He’s loyal yes but he’s seen how blind loyalty can f*** up people or lives and has no interest in going down that route.

❌ - what would cause your muse to be petty or say something hurtful Fred could quite easily turn nasty and his words hurtful if he wanted to. But he has the calmer temperament of his father and older brothers. He would have to be pushed to his limit, especially after his fifth year, for his words to really hurt.

After all… he puts up with the Slytherin Quidditch Team on a regular basis and that involves tolerating Draco’s petty insults as well.

🙉 - has your muse ever put their foot in their mouth? Sometimes when he’s bone dead tired. 90% of the time, it’s done purely to prevent Molly Weasley from delivering a tirade to an unsuspecting person.

💥 - is your muse reckless? or too cautious and paranoid? Fred is… Fred. Most say he’s reckless, others say he’s cautious and paranoid. But what many don’t realise is that Fred rarely does anything if his magic and instincts are against it. He’s cautious, always weighing the pros and cons unless his inaction/action gets someone hurt or killed.

🔹 - is your muse good or bad at lying? Astronomically good. He has to be or he risks the lives of the Catanach Pack, Ciarach Coven and those who live in Moon Rise View.

🤔 - is your muse cynical? naive? Cynical. Especially when it comes to trusting and depending on others. Naive… Fred lost any (not that he had any to lose) remaining naivety during the 1991 Halloween feast. That was also when he lost all remaining respect for the Headmaster, after he sent both Slytherin and Hufflepuff Houses to their Common Rooms in the same Dungeons.

✋ - can your muse be rude or unfriendly? Fred is… distant at best. He isn’t rude or unfriendly but he also isn’t warm or welcoming, not at first. Some even think that Percy is more friendly than Fred.

Percy vehemently disagrees with this.

💛 - is your muse a people pleaser? Not in the slightest. He does try to keep the peace though, like with his decision to go Gryffindor instead of Slytherin during his Sorting. So that Molly didn’t cause World War 3.

😔 - is your muse insecure? Yes he is but no one knows it. It isn’t until he settles in Killin permanently, that Fred actually starts to feel secure in himself.

🎭 - does your muse try really hard to compensate for something Fred has never quite felt like he fit in with the Weasleys, due to their completely Light stance. But with his magic on the Darker side and being the Darker side of Neutral himself, he often used the twins’ reputation of being pranksters to compensate and hide that feeling of inadequacy.

🤜 - is your muse overprotective? in-between? or not protective/concerned enough? Fred is in-between. He’s protective over things that he considers ‘his’. But otherwise, he floats around the ‘I am concerned but I don’t want to push’ area.

👁‍🗨 - what is a secret that your muse hasn’t told or is hiding? That the hours between Molly kicking him out of the Burrow and the Goblins finding him on asleep on a corner of Gringotts' steps, had Fred hitting rock bottom. He wished the Dementors had taken his soul as he hadn't felt the same since that night.

💭 - for my muse to directly say a secret or confession If it’s directed at him like a confession, Fred will go dead still and avert his eyes, before avoiding your muse until his emotions are more level. He’d literally vanish for a few days and only a few select people would know where to find him. On the other hand, if it was just a secret/confession that your muse needed to get off their chest, then he would be happy listen and give advice if they asked for it.

⚪ - what are small things that mean something to your muse Getting his name right the first time - It’s such a tiny thing but makes a massive difference to a set of identical twins.

🔴 - what are bigger gestures that are important to your muse People using the right pronouns on days when he doesn’t feel like being Fred. Knowing when silence is preferred and when talking is. Being able to trust someone enough for them to touch him without his magic getting all defensive.

👌 - what are some of your muses quirks? Always has an mundane fountain pen behind his right ear and a mundane notebook in his pocket. Wears loose dark jeans and sleeveless shirt most of the time outside of school and lessons. Is often seen with a Peregrine Falcon nearby.

💦 - mannerisms that your muse has when they’re shy or nervous Running a hand through his hair, playing with any loose thread on his clothes, averting the other’s gaze. Extreme measures: Avoiding them entirely by using the shadows to move around.

💢 - mannerisms that your muse has when they’re angry or sad Blank features, eyes are cool and grey no matter what form, tension running across his shoulders, completely silent, keeping out of the way of people, stiff position.

🙌 - mannerisms that your muse has when they’re extremely happy A slow grin forming, warmth in his gaze, relaxed, giving someone close to them an unexpected hug, quirked smile, magic being playful, laughing.

🟪 - whats the most impulsive thing you can picture your muse doing Taking his sketch kit, a map, a small picnic and vanishing for a few days to get away from everything.

☠ - does your muse fear death? No. Can’t really fear death when you’ve nearly had your soul taken by a Dementor’s Kiss.

👻 - recall one or more times your muse has been the most scared or fearful Transfiguration in March 1993: When the last thing he feels before losing consciousness, was his magic stirring in defensiveness and there was nothing he do to stop it.

😠 - what is something or something your muse has ever hated or hates Dementors. Fred hates them far more than he does the Dark Lord. Oh and Delores Umbridge.

🏹 - would your muse ever kill and why Yes. To protect those he cares about.

😒 - what would cause your muse to be annoyed Ron. People who believe all Slytherins are evil. Albus Dumbledore. The fact that most wizards and witches seem to need a keeper, before they can do anything. Oliver - But only due to the early mornings :)

👍 - what are your muse’s good traits? Helpful, good listener, quick learner, ability to interact with everyone, doesn't get offended easily - he blames Marcus and his Team for this

[illumiiiz]

:0 Kenma/Kuroo 11:31 pm

11:31p.m. » kuroo tetsuro

A/N: I’m dumb and I couldn’t tell if you meant both or either/or so I just picked Kuroo since I haven't written for him yet dhcmnf— I hope I did him justice 🙈 these keep turning out longer than I think they will hsfAHAHA oops,,  - Eve

Both of you being free on the same night was rare; between Kuroo’s volleyball practices and both of you having homework, generally you were either too busy or too tired to do anything this late at night. The combination seldom left much time for you and your boyfriend to spend alone together, even on weekends.

So tonight — lying up on the roof with just some blankets and pillows, assorted snacks, and each other for company, cracking jokes and talking about nothing and everything at the same time — was certainly a treat.

“Did you actually call him that?” you snort at his story. “Lacking in doho- docoseth-”

“Docosahexaenoic acid,” Kuroo corrects you gently, grinning, “and yes, I did. He deserved it.”

You roll your eyes at him but can’t resist mirroring his smile. “I dunno, sounds like you made that word up to me.”

“It’s real, I swear!” He holds up his hands in mock defense and quirks his eyebrows upwards. “Baby would I lie to you?”

Sighing, you elbow him in the side — not hard, but enough to make him jump a little and yelp out a hey! “You’re such a nerd.”

“And you’re a meanie,” he pouts.

“I am not.”

“What’d you elbow me for, then, hm?”

“You deserved it.”

Kuroo dramatically rolls his eyes and slides an arm under your waist, pulling you closer on the blanket. “You know you love me for it.”

“Yeah, I guess I do,” you hum and snuggle closer into his side. You didn’t really mind the cool night air, but the warmth seeping through Kuroo’s shirt and jacket felt nicer.

A few minutes pass, the two of you enjoying each other’s closeness and admiring the sparkling night sky. Eventually you start to notice the growing heaviness in your eyelids. “Tetsu?”

“Darling?” Kuroo hums, softly rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb.

“‘M kinda tired,” you admit, turning your eyes up to meet his. He looks even more handsome in the moonlight than he does during the day, his bangs falling away from his face to allow full illumination of his features by the pale light.

“Hi, Kinda Tired, I’m Kuroo,” he quips with that smirk you know so well, “but you can call me Tetsuro, since you're so pretty.” He winks and curls his body toward yours, moving to caress your cheek with his other hand.

You let out a scoff and halfheartedly smack him away. “Oh my god, that was so bad.”

“C’mon, it wasn’t that bad,” Kuroo protests, the grin never leaving his face. “And it’s not my fault you’re gorgeous.” 

“Oh, shut up already.” You roll your eyes again and decide to hide your warming smile in his chest.

“Alright, alright, fine.” He nuzzles a kiss into your hair before resting his chin atop your head. “G’night, Kinda Tired.”

“Tetsuro!”

(omg I actually got to post this like, almost exactly at 11:31pm lol!! happiness! :D)

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Don’t know if I’m late for this but: 😭 🙈 ✏️ 🖍 🔪 🌍 for Max and Lovie (sorry if these are too much, just choose the ones you like best ❤️)

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

Lovie: she’s one of those people who gets so angry she just starts crying, always has been and always will be because she gets so worked up that all the emotion has nowhere to go but to overflow.

Max: it takes a whole hell of a lot to bring him to tears, you’d have to move heaven and earth to see it happen so when it does… the embarrassment he feels for crying that his father instilled in him is second only in its severity to the pain that those who love him feel at the rare sight of him reduced to tears.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Lovie: the side of her that she spends every waking hour putting conscious, deliberate effort into keeping concealed because she’ll be damned before she ever let a soul alive know just how quickly their little family claimed her heart... how it only took a matter of hours for that bond to stake it’s claim to her soul on that very first day. 

Max: he’s not particularly keen on letting people see the side of him that his family gets-- the person he is when he’s at home, that the cameras and the job don’t have a claim to, that he can only be in private.... because that’s the only part of himself he’s still got that actually belongs to him and only him. It’s all he’s been allowed to keep. 

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

yes! so the follow lyrics are from the same song, Achilles Heel by J, Maya, because I very heavily associate the entire thing with tou

Lovie: “you said you wanted me, no strings attached // I guess I have the fates to thank for that // call me Icarus // ‘cause baby, you’re my sun”

Max: “like Atlas held too much // I feel crushed under this love // ‘cause with those nectar lips and ambrosia hips // boy, you’ve become my drug”

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

my advice to the pair of them is the same— enjoy what you have while you still have it because you never know how long it’s going to last.

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

this one right here is extremely pertinent to the the upcoming chapter and, in the long run, to the climax of the story! So, that being said, it’s next most important to say this.... they both always immediately put themselves at blame, they get it honest. 

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

Lovie: she’d give up the world without a moment’s hesitation for her loved ones, it wouldn’t be a matter of debate or consideration, it would be black and white. 

Max: he too would give up the world without blinking an eye but his level of sacrifice goes above and beyond, it is more than absolute and unwavering, it surpasses the boundaries of what any other individual would even think is possible.... because Max would happily gather up the very fabric of space and time, cram it, and the contents of known universe, all into a duffle bag and hand it right over if that’s what it take.