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i've been wanting to pick writing back up but i've got no idea where to start. it has been so long i barely even know how to anymore? but i might take some time to clean up this blog, foreground a handful of primary muses with a couple of secondaries and try my hand at it. if there's any of my old mutuals still around, please do reach out if you'd still like to write together. i am so open to continuing writing any of our existing pairings, but also down to start something new. i will say i'll likely focus on heavily plotted ships, and have a slight preference to write on tumblr and talk and potentially write on discord simultaneously. just a place for us to gush, write short things, share headcanons and get back into the swing of things. let me know if any of you are down <3

#one more time in case any mutuals still want to write #i'll message you and we can chat (also without writing because i love to come say hi) <3

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sundays  went  by  in  a  haze.  the  moment  the  visor  of  his  helmet  went  down,  it  was  as  if  his  body  functioned  on  auto  pilot.  his  eyes  were  on  the  prize,  his  foot  on  the  gas  pedal.  he  would  be  woken  up  again  by  the  champagne  showers  on  the  steps  of  the  podium.  and  this  time,  one  look  down  served  as  an  immediate  reminder  of  what  would  be  waiting  for  him  afterwards.  or  so  he  had  hoped,  only  to  be  confirmed  as  soon  as  he  strolled  back  into  the  garage  after  the  post  race  interviews.    “  so  you’ve  figured  out  my  secret,  ”    were  the  first  words  he  spoke  in  return,  his  words  laced  with  an  air  of  innocence  and  a  half  smile  as  fingers  began  to  comb  through  locks  of  hair  damp  with  sweat  and  champagne.  now,  he  was  not  quite  sure  how  to  interpret  the  cross  of  her  arms  or  the  immediate  confrontation.  but  even  through  her  frown,  facts  were  that  she  waited.  for  him.    “  can  you  really  blame  me?  ”    it  was  not  a  regular  occurrence  to  allow  himself  the  joy  of  anonimity,  even  less  so  in  the  place  where  his  face  and  name  were  plastered  across  massive  screens  and  garage  walls.    “  you  made  it  so  tempting.  ”

— for @selfsabotaqe.

she  was  leaning  against  the  wall  of  the  halls  lachlan  had  shown  her  through  earlier,  trying  to  look  as natural  as  possible  as  people  walked  by,  seemingly  very  busy  despite  the  game  having  been  over  for  quite  some  time  now.  either  he  had  told  them  she  was  alright  to  be  here  or  they  were  simply  assuming  so,  due  to  the  jacket  she  was  wearing  but  nobody  told  her  to  get  her  ass  out  of  there.  she  got  some  curious  glances  but  that  was  mild,  considering  what  she  was  usually  used  to.  she  was  about  to  start  feeling  a  bit  stupid  for  waiting  around  when  she  finally  spotted  him  coming  in.  "  hello  there,  famous  driver lachlan  armstrong.  "  she  said,  one  eyebrow  quirked  and  arms  crossed  in  front  of  her  chest.  "  that  was  certainly  an  interesting  race.  especially  when  i  figured  out  you  were  playing  with  me  earlier.  "

#* ♡ ◞ lachlan armstrong ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 . #inkiidreams #the way i've missed them sm #also see? i kept it short #for now

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i've been wanting to pick writing back up but i've got no idea where to start. it has been so long i barely even know how to anymore? but i might take some time to clean up this blog, foreground a handful of primary muses with a couple of secondaries and try my hand at it. if there's any of my old mutuals still around, please do reach out if you'd still like to write together. i am so open to continuing writing any of our existing pairings, but also down to start something new. i will say i'll likely focus on heavily plotted ships, and have a slight preference to write on tumblr and talk and potentially write on discord simultaneously. just a place for us to gush, write short things, share headcanons and get back into the swing of things. let me know if any of you are down <3

#big fat kiss to all my mutuals who read this #i've been aimlessly scrolling through my dash while i have been away and i loved seeing all of you on there

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hope u all had happy holidays my loves <3 i'll be around a little bit more again over the next few days, while i also do some work. if anyone wants to chat, headcanon, talk, write, keep me from crying over work, come find me in dms or on discord! ily all

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the image of him with another left a bitter taste in her mouth. maybe she didn’t know what their name was, or even remotely what they looked like. but she remembered what he looked like when he was in love, and to imagine there was someone else on the receiving end of it made her feel ill. maybe in part because she had grown indulgent of his affection, his presence. of having someone to care for her after always she always took care of anyone else. now being reliant on herself only, it made her feel more alone again than their split should’ve.   “ not so much jealousy. ”   now those words were lies, pure and utter lies.   “ you didn’t tell me you were going out. and you don’t owe me that. but you know i worry. ”

      it was an unorthodox situation — if you could even call it that. callum could easily shovel the blame of their arrangement, pinning it on the ever-plummeting economy or his less-than-glamorous livelihood, but he would never admit that leo's presence offered him some comfort. the inevitable disruption to normalcy that came with a long-term breakup might have hurt him more than the split itself, but he was instead unhealthily dulling the pain via couch surfing with friends. i mean, it was better than other ways to cope, right ? " i didn't have a date, thank you very much. and if i did, you sounded very jealous about it. "

#* ♡ ◞ leonora casilao ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 . #spectraled #honestly financial reasons for both of them is such a valid reason to stay #housing crisis #but also there might also be hesitation there? to leave it all behind?

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“ maybe i hoped you would’ve offered one, anyway. ”   still teeth bit down on her tongue, maybe a little too harsh. she had never been good at wearing her heart on her sleeve, felt vulnerable with the realization that their split hit her harder than it had him. that he still haunted her mind, while she was nothing more than a faint memory in his.   “ but it doesn’t matter. i’m sorry for bringing it up. ”

couldn't confidently say he had moved on . he tried his best to be or at least make it seem like it . wasn't much for admitting his own mistakes but he found it rather hard not to with her standing right there . " yet you sound like you expect an explanation . "

#* ♡ ◞ leonora casilao ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 . #wildbcrry #pretend this didn't take me five years

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waking up to an empty bed wasn’t out of the ordinary for emre. what made it different was the mess of the sheets on the opposite side of him, and the quiet noises coming from the kitchen down the hall. fingers fished a clean shirt and pair of underwear from his closet before he wandered down the hallway, coming to a halt in the doorway where he caught sight of a familiar face staring at the display of his coffee machine with brows knit into a frown. on instinct, smile bloomed onto his features as one of his hands reached to rub the sleep from his eyes.   “ making yourself at home? ”   he jested in a gentle tone of voice, coming to the conclusion he rather liked waking up to this sight. even when those conclusions shook him to the bone. feet carried him closer as the other moved out of the way, but the coffee machine was left unattended as he instead crowded the other against the kitchen counters, both hands placed on either side of him as he leaned down to kiss him.   “ good morning, ”   another peck to his lips followed, for good measure, because he could allow himself for now. it took more strength than just physical to peel himself away from the other again, but the intense need for caffeine was motivation to move back towards the coffee machine again. black coffee, he remembered from last time.   “ you have until i’ve got to take bean out for a walk. unless you’re joining us. ”   words were enveloped in an air of nonchalance, but that didn’t quite reflect the way his heart began to thump in his chest.   “ are you any better at making breakfast than you are at making coffee? ”

a little next morning time skip —

there were only so many times a person could swear softly at a coffee machine before accepting defeat, flashing red display presumably attempting to tell him something was missing from the process — yet for the life of him noah couldn't work out what it was or where it was meant to go. he'd settled on simply pleading with it when the sound of footsteps came to a halt a little behind him, brown-eyed gaze eventually pulling over his shoulder to where emre stood. “ i wanted to make you a coffee. ” he sighed, straightening up to turn and face the other male. “ but it's going rather poorly and now you're awake, so — ” lips tugged up to a faint smile as he stepped to the side, a silent indicator that emre was welcome to come take over and put them both out their misery. “ good morning, by the way. ” he added with a grin, back resting gently against the counter as brown eyes followed the other male. “ how long do i have today? two hours, half an hour, three whole minutes? ” there was a strangely absent sense of urgency, both welcome and yet a little unnerving compared to their casual mornings together.

#* ♡ ◞ emre kilic ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 . #invcntions #i love them #i can't with them #they have ended me

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little life update to say i still aim to return (somewhat) soon to the dash, and hopefully pick up replies again. actually hoping to do some today. but also i'll remain on semi hiatus for a while. i've been working on phd proposals and am currently in the middle of a very intense application process (which is both exciting and makes me wanna cry) so i'll be spending a bunch of time on that as well in the coming months. anyway ily all, if you ever wanna talk more or headcanon more, i'll be around on discord more regularly. feel free to ask for my user anytime <3

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paying good $$$ for someone to let me play courtney eaton, davika hoorne, nicholas galitzine, jessica alexander, logan lerman, xavier serrano, greta onieogou, ayca aysin turan, kim doyeon, chase sui wonders, maia cotton, drew starkey, taylor zakhar perez, gracie abrams, lola tung & apo nattawin in a plot on discord. open to anything in terms of pairings and any slice of life plots, but there's some specific ideas down below 🥹

any generic mumu. looking to generally start with a maximum of four muses each, but i would love mumus with ships with intertwined plots. the floor of an apartment building? college friends? high school friend group getting together for a reunion? band on tour? travelers staying in the same hostel room? sports team with wags? go wild. specifically for mumus, i would prefer writing a variety of pairings including same sex couples, and writing (against) a mix of men, women and non binary muses. so i ask partners are open to writing a variety of muses in terms of gender and sexuality themselves. i'll always be down for m/f plots as well, but i am not interested in just doubling up for the sake of it.

any sports plots. rival athletes to lovers? teammates who hook up constantly (no homo) but are in denial about feeling more? athlete and the no nonsense journalist who makes their life hell, but they are kinda into it? athlete and their celebrity significant other, who could be a real couple or fake dating? athlete and assistant coach, or team medic, or pr manager? mumu with multiple plots within the same sports league or team? especially looking for soccer, formula one or hockey (because i know most about those) but open to other options.

enemies to lovers based on jake and amy from brooklyn nine nine. two coworkers stuck in a work performance rivalry that's slowly turning more and more romantic. lawyers trying to win cases? servers or bartenders trying to make the most tips?

any cliche hallmark holiday movie plots but add more to it. pretend to be my significant other for the holidays? i've been stuck in a snowstorm in this town/city away from home? i'm visiting my family far away from where i live and oh shit, there's a really hot local? i'm visiting my family in my home town for the holidays, and my childhood best friend is giving me butterflies? just give me cliches, give me one trying to teach the other how to ice skate, give me hot cocoa in front of the fire, give me hooking up in their childhood bedroom and trying to keep the noise down for the family downstairs.

give me any (modern) royalty au. heirs from rival countries being forced into marriage to form a political alliance? prince secretly hooking up with one of his guards? unknowing american traveling to this small european country where they by chance meet one of the royals?

enemies with benefits plots in any capacity. sports setting? academic rivals? neighbours who drive each other mad playing loud music too late at night? just these vibes.

potentially something based off this, but maybe combined with a "muse a thinks they're enemies while muse b has been flirting all along" plot. very open to make this m/m or f/f as well.

very legal (don't make it weird!!!!!) age gap plots where maybe for once they do think it's difficult. maybe they're at different places in their life? maybe one of them wants kids and the other doesn't? maybe they just moved in together and they're having a ton of fights? maybe they want something different out of their relationships? could also be combined with any of the above tbh.

#1x1 #1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #1x1 discord #i'll be back on tumblr as well asap #just discord plots are really helping my writing muse atm

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there was a knowing look cast over jonas’ features as the other admitted to his complete and total regard for personal space. it appears even subconsciously so, he had gotten to know the other man better than he had intended over their time spent together.   “ i’m afraid i’ll have to pass on those offers. actually, not so much afraid. please just don’t touch anything you don’t have to. and i would prefer the peace and quiet if you manage to muster any, ”   the blonde murmured in a tone that was matter of fact, before setting down the now half empty coffee cup onto his kitchen counter and instead reaching for the napkin with the pastry on top. he couldn’t help that his stomach had finally recognized the lack of breakfast and bribery looked rather delicious. teeth sank into the crispy layers of puff pastry, tongue darting out to catch the crumbs on his lips.   “ and that’s a dealbreaker? you’ve got no interest in being the new daddy to fluffy and whiskers? ”   there was a hint of amusement in his voice, at the rather unsurprising revelation that susan had tried such a thing. perhaps she considered having the man as a son in law was the second best thing to marrying him herself. the words of thanks that followed had jonas returning a faint nod in return. one that soon turned to a rather unamused roll of the eyes as the other referred to the mess that was his blonde locks.   “ how generous of you. your kindness is truly unmatched, ”   he scoffed then, blue hues trained on the other in a hint of a glare but soon mellowing into something else again. something considerably softer.   “ not every single one of us can wake up like that, mister tall, dark and handsome. ”   mouth quickly shut at those last words, hoping the rather agitated tone of voice helped conceal how easily those words slipped from the tongue.

he'd expected an immediate scoff, or at least prepared himself for one. charlie was pretty sure the other male wouldn't outright tell him there was nothing worse he could imagine than having him stay, but he wasn't sure how much higher the odds were of jonas saying yes. although, amusement couldn't help tugging back over his features at the initial response. “ alright, so i might not be quiet and out the way, ” he agreed. “ however, i can cook rather well - and if you need any decorating, apparently i now do that too. ” if it meant that jonas would allow him to stay then charlie was pretty convinced he would learn anything. there were only a couple of hotels on the outskirts of town and even if he did want to splurge his savings on a long-term stay, most seemed to be booked up for the festive period already. “ susan's plan b. ” words joked softly. “ as much fun as it undoubtedly would be to insert myself into a marriage — if i stay with her she's going to try and set me up with her son. and he collects taxidermy cats. ” which charlie only knew because she had already put him on facetime with the guy. twice. and staying with jonas sounded more than a little preferable to that situation. “ a piece of crap mattress in the warm sounds far better than the piece of crap mattress i'm staying on at mine. ” he assured quickly, genuine smile turning to his lips as he offered the younger male a grateful nod. “ thank you. i appreciate it. enough so i'm not even going to comment on your hair. ” the words teased lightly, as if in truth it wasn't rather endearing to see jonas first thing in the morning.

#* ♡ ◞ jonas solheim ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 . #invcntions #facts are i love them #and jonas is already a little weak

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blue hues dropped down towards lap, where his fingertips nervously tapped against his thigh. he had never been much of a talker, and hadn’t exactly prepared himself for the way his heart ached by the minute and with each admission from theo.   “ that’s not—   fucking hell,  theo. you know i’m not going to do the same thing as your asshole father and brother. ”   at least he hoped theo knew him well enough to know that he cared more than that. he then nudged his leg closer to the other, their knees knocking together in faint touch. one that he maybe craved even more than the other did now.   “ alright, ”   he then said, voice lowered and attempted to keep calm for the sake of the both of them,   “ but it’s okay if you need to spill it. you can tell me what you need. ” 

theo tried swallowing down the lump in his throat but it wouldn't go away. he averted his gaze, shaking his head. it hurt to hear that max couldn't go on ... that was the worst part. " i'm trying ... " voice was shaky and uneven. theo never cried, it wasn't like him but he was feeling weak. " i know, i know ... my father said the same thing. he uh ... he can't take it anymore. he's ugh ... i think he's cutting me off. from now on. i tried calling my brother but ... he's not answering. " he turned away from the other, tears spilled over and he couldn't stop it. " fuck! i'm not ... i didn't come to spill my shit. "

#* ♡ ◞ max lockhart ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 . #slumpcd

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“ you don’t sound very convinced yourself, ”   blonde answered in a monotonous, matter of fact tone that was paired with a patronizing smile in feigned sympathy. even if there might have been a hint of genuine amusement that pulled at the edges of his mouth. his next words drew a rather faint scoff from pink lips as he sank further into the headboard of the bed he rested on. one of the pillows was then pulled to his chest, enclosed and held there by his arms, and further boxed in as he pulled his knees to his chest too.   “ you read me like an open book. i mean, don’t you think that stain on the wall just looks like a carbon copy of the state of texas? i’ve been wrecking my brain over it these past two hours, ”   sarcasm dripped from the tongue. reality was not far off, eyes having been trained on the wall but instead for the past ten minutes. he needed a breather, and his best friend tended to promise him the peace and quiet of his (very off limits) bedroom for that sake. he usually didn't get company.   “ as much as i don’t care to hear your rant, i get the impression that keeping you silent for more than a minute is going to be impossible. so tell me the story anyway. ”

        "  okay  ,  woah  ,  hey  !  it's  not  a  me  thing  ,  i  think  ...  we  just  weren't  ,  y'know  ,  meant  to  be  ,  and  that's  okay  !  "  arms  were  thrown  into  the  air  ,  his  tone  punctuated  with  melodramatic  hurt.  "  it's  a  small  town  ,  i've  come  to  realize.  everyone  seems  to  know  everyone  and  —  you  seem  like  you  don't  want  to  hear  my  rant  but  please  just  let  me  stay  here  for  a  few  minutes.  we  can  sit  here  in  silence  and  just  stare  at  the  wall.  that  seems  like  your  vibe  !  i  mean  ,  wasn't  that  what  you  were  doing  before  i  came  in  ?  "

#* ♡ ◞ jonas solheim ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 . #spectraled #sorry this took forever ily <3 #also please don't mind jonas being rude is his trademark #dallas seems too sweet to deserve any of it

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does anyone wanna headcanon on discord or do a really short (like few lines) back and forth? 🥹👉👈

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the taste of coffee danced on his tongue as charlie’s gaze burned on every inch of his skin. maybe the smile was not reciprocated but his own hazel hues did linger on him too. even if the look soon changed from curiosity into surprise.   “ okay, ”   jonas then answered in quiet voice, although he dragged out the word to signal for the other to continue talking. this was uncharted territory, from the serious tone charlie used and the way his signature smile faded into solemnity. but neither could jonas blame him. the temperatures had dropped rapidly over the past few days, fresh snow leaving the view from his bedroom window looking like a winter paradise but one that left him with his bedsheets drawn up to his nose at night. with a working boiler, that was.   “ you? quiet, and out of my way? now i don’t know whether i believe that, ”   he had bitten the tip of his tongue, but he still could not help the comment from escaping pink lips. after all their previous encounters were a constant refutation of that exact statement, his sudden appearance at his front door as the icing on the cake.   “ and you’re sure susan doesn’t have any space for you? that woman might be head over heels in love with you, i am sure she’d kick her own husband out of the bed to make room for you. ”   maybe it was his softened edges at the coffee and breakfast charlie brought, or maybe the early morning had caused him to not think straight. but he hadn’t minded the idea. or as he would tell charlie if he asked, he didn’t have the heart to tell him no.   “ there’s a spare room on the second floor. the mattress is an old piece of crap, but you should be fine until your boiler gets fixed. it’s yours if you want it, i guess. ”

perhaps he ought to be more fazed by the response, though having observed jonas willfully ignore other people the fact that he even gets a reply is enough for charlie to assume he has to be somewhere on the list of individuals he's willing to tolerate. features still scrunched for a moment in feigned offense, slipping easily back to their signature smile at watching jonas tuck in to the coffee. “ more of an observation. ” he shrugged cheerily, mind already several steps ahead to the request he had to make of the younger male. “ i need somewhere to stay for a while. ” admission fell with a soft sigh, edge of sincerity taking over his tone and expression. it was rare around jonas, their usual back and forth leaving little room for vulnerability to sneak through the cracks. “ the boiler at my place shut down last night and, well... you've seen it outside. ” head nodded in the direction of the nearest window, fresh layer of snow coating the solid ground. “ it wouldn't be for long, just until they can get it fixed. everyone else already has relatives staying for the holidays, and — suppose i hoped you might have a spare room? promise i'd be quiet and keep out the way. i'm a great house mate, you know, if you don't think it'd get in the way of your writing too much. ” it was a long shot, deep down charlie knew that. still, short of buying several dozen blankets and hoping to bury himself under them it was pretty much the only play he had.

#* ♡ ◞ jonas solheim ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 . #invcntions #he definitely lied and jonas sees RIGHT THROUGH HIM #does he mind charlie not being quiet and out of his way? not at all #also cue charlie being actually serious and vulnerable and jonas being like #can i drop another rude comment? watch me i'll give you two

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okay so election results in my country have me feeling a little bit sick so my motivation for doing anything has plummeted. i'll be trying to get a bit of work & writing done today, but my full return might still be a little further delayed bc honestly i want to both cry and punch a wall at the same time rn </3 hope you're all doing well though and ilysm and miss you. if you ever wanna just chat or headcanon, find me on here or ask for my discord!

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hazel hues nearly rolled out of his head at the signature grin that made its way onto charlie’s features. something about the expression got under his skin, settled there and absolutely drove him mad. without fail.   “ then i would start questioning your own gut feeling, ”   jonas bit back even when he carefully closed the front door behind the two of them. cold fingers then enclosed around the coffee cup, and he started taking thankful sips. there was something comforting about the familiar taste of a flat white, and the smell of sweetness coming off the pastries. maybe even more comforting was the realization that charlie seemed to have his exact order memorized, down to his sweet tooth. the feeling made his stomach twist.   “ another hunch of yours? ”   he answered in mocking tone at the other’s assumptions. not so wrong as his tone implied, as he had been focused on his laptop screen for the past two hours. with very few words actually pouring onto the page. the distraction helped clear the tension headache from his temples.   “ now i’m not sure why that’s something in such dire need of fixing, but i’ll take your bribes. ”   the mention of a favour had been indication enough that this was something of the sort. he could read between the lines.   “ so let’s reel it back to that favour you were talking about. what’s got you so desperate you’re asking  me  for help? ”

blue eyes couldn't help but flicker briefly over the other male's pajamas, any shameless comment quickly bitten down if only due to the fact he was as good as there to grovel for jonas' help. “ call it a hunch. ” charlie grinned instead, gaze raising back to the familiar features before he moved to follow the blonde through and place the breakfast on the counter. “ i need a favour. ” he hummed lightly, picking through the pastries before finding the right one and sliding it quick over to the other male. “ — got you a lobster tail, by the way. figured you've either been avoiding me or locked up here with your laptop, i assume that either can be helped with sugar and cream. ” although it wasn't why he had come over, the tangent in getting to the point in part because he imagined it would exasperate jonas ( which was always at least a little funny ), and in part because he didn't know where to begin asking.

#* ♡ ◞ jonas solheim ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 . #invcntions #jonas: he makes me feel warm inside #also jonas: how can i be rude to him in every single sentence

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“ good morning, ”   eyebrows creased together suspiciously as a visceral response to the upbeat greeting. he hadn’t expected company. the blonde was still clad in pajama bottoms and sweatshirt, as he inched open the front door at the insistent knocks.  charlie.  maybe that was the only logical conclusion to draw considering his tendencies to surprise him. for better or for worse.   “ now where did you hear you’re my favourite? ”   was the immediate bitten back response, although the tone of his words was more bitter than his actions let on. jonas drew open the door to allow the other inside. courtesy of the fact he brought coffee and breakfast, and jonas his dire need of caffeine. greedy hands reached for the coffee cup before the other could even set it down onto the kitchen counters, recognizing the scribbles on the side as his order.   “ now are you going to tell to what i owe this pleasure? ”

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“ good morning. ” cheery greeting fell the moment he saw the door pull open, if only an inch. “ — i bring coffee, and baked goods. ” arms outstretched in the offer of enough pastries to feed most the town, as if several dozen sweet treats might successfully sway jonas from questioning why he'd turned up at his front door first thing in the morning armed with bribes and the tiredness of a man who had ( rather unsuccessfully ) spent the night attempting to sleep in the arctic temperatures. “ you got a minute for your favorite out-of-towner? ”

#* ♡ ◞ jonas solheim ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 . #invcntions #already obsessed #already calling hallmark movies