#or the sweet looking girl that is actually the grumpiest

[jupitercomet]

There Are 15 People in This House, You’re the Only One Who Has to Make Trouble — Teaser

summary - Your job was simple: write a heartwarming article about the selfless firefighters who are working around the clock instead of celebrating the holidays. You thought it would be easy, firefighters are supposed to be friendly, right? Well the fire captain who's had it out for you since the day that you started certainly isn't. When he's not undermining you at every turn, he's making your life a living hell and downright ruining your Christmas. All because he caught you from falling out of a tree one time!

coming december 1st!

“So…” You tap your fingers along the wooden stool below you, drawing out the word as you watch the man in front of you clean up things around the station. “Bradley Bradshaw, huh?”

“Fire Captain Bradley Bradshaw.” He corrects.

You hold back an eye roll, lifting your pen to jot something down on your notepad. “Right.”

“What are you writing?” Bradley stops suddenly, marching over to you and ripping your notepad from you before you can protest. He reads over the few words you have scribbled and narrows his eyes. “I do not have an authority kink. And I highly doubt your article is supposed to be about my sex life.”

You shrug, plucking the notepad back from him. “I’m just writing what I see.” Hoping down from the stool, you give him another sickeningly sweet smile. “Maybe if you actually gave me an interview, I wouldn’t have to rely on my people reading skills.”

“I already told you, I already have a guy that’ll give you an interview. He eats this press shit up.” Again Bradley seems to have no regard for face-to-face conversations as he’s already walking away from you.

You’re borderline running to keep up with him. “And I already told you that my assignment is to follow you guys around for a week, I’m going to need more than one interview.”

“Alright, fine.” Bradley stops suddenly and you nearly trip over your own feet to stop from bumping into him. “You want an interview? Here’s an interview. I’m a firefighter, I fight fires. Sometimes I catch careless girls from falling out of trees—it’s not really my job, but I like to give back to the community.” He shrugs sarcastically. “When I’m not putting out fires, I wait here until someone calls me to put out a fire, and then I do. That good enough for you?”

You ignore his not so subtle dig at you in favor of jotting down notes. This is probably the most you’re gonna get with him, so you might as well take advantage of it. “Are you sad you won’t be getting time off for the holidays?”

“No, I’m not. I don’t really celebrate, so I don’t care that much.” Bradley crosses his arms.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, still looking at your notepad. “And when will you be accepting your award from People Magazine for Grumpiest Man of the Year?”

“When will I—” When Bradley processes your words, his jaw clenches and you’re suddenly aware of your height difference as he towers over you menacingly. “Oh, you’re real funny, kitty. Look, in case I haven’t made it clear, I don’t like you. And if I had it my way, you wouldn’t be here at all, so let me make this easy for you. Stay out of my way.”

The two of you stare at each other and you note how tense Bradley’s shoulders are. He looks like one of those bulls in the bullfighting rings that chase after the red capes. You read once that it isn’t the color red that sets off the bull, but actually the movement of the cape and if you’re the red cape in this scenario then you probably shouldn’t move. Honestly you wonder if bulls can even see the color red. But that caricature of a bull with smoke coming out of his nose is exactly what Bradley looks like right now. You wonder if you should tell him that.

“Seresin.” He barks suddenly, still keeping his eyes on you and it takes everything in you not to jump.

You hadn’t even noticed the other firefighter making his way down the stairs and you’re mildly impressed by Bradley’s peripheral vision. Finally Bradley breaks eye contact with you and it’s only then that you turn to take in the other man in front of you.

Much like Bradley, he’s unfairly tall. His uniform certainly hugs him in all the right places and he fills it out with what you know is concentrated muscle. Blond hair is gelled up slightly on his head and piercing green eyes meet your own with a polite smile that his captain hadn’t given you.

Bradley nods his head in your direction. “Give our journalist here an interview.”

“Sorry, Captain,” The man’s eyes dart to the exit and he almost seems to shift his weight nervously. “I actually have to be somewhere—”

“That was an order, Lieutenant.” Bradley interrupts him and then he’s stalking off before you or the other man can get another word in.

With that lovely, uncomfortable aura in the air, you shoot the man in front of you an apologetic smile. “Hi,” you introduce yourself, holding out a hand. “I’m with the Union-Tribune. I’m writing an article about the firefighters working over the holidays and would love to get an interview from you if you have the time.”

“Well, apparently I do,” the blond chuckles awkwardly, scratching at his neck as he shakes your hand with his other one. “Jake Seresin.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jake.” You smile again.

He nods—infinitely friendlier than a certain Bradley Bradshaw. “So what questions were you wanting to ask me?”

You move to find somewhere for the two of you to sit and Jake follows with what looks to be a strained smile. His name feels familiar, though you certainly couldn’t have put it to the face, and you recall a recent article one of your colleagues had written about a nasty apartment fire that had practically brought the complex down. As of now, there weren’t any casualties, but you’d heard there had been a high number injured, including one in critical condition. Jake Seresin had been one of the firefighters to arrive on the scene—that’s how you recognized his name—and had been the last one to go in and look for any other people.

You know better than to ask him about the event, not when it has nothing to do with your article. You clear your throat with another smile. “Um, did you always know you wanted to be a firefighter?”

“I guess so,” Jake chuckles before pulling a bit of a face. “I thought it looked cool in the movies. My ma always said I was a bit of a wild child.”

“Oh, so you find firefighting to be a bit of an adrenaline rush?” You push.

“Well, I—” Jake falters. “I don’t know if I’d say that. I mean it can be, but it’s also…” He trails off, clearly looking for words that don’t seem to be coming to him.

“It’s okay,” you assure, knowing when to move on. “Complicated question. What about the holidays? Are you sad to be working?”

Jake looks infinitely relieved that you’ve changed the subject. “Originally, I was planning on heading home but… things changed and I figured if I was staying here, I might as well be working.” He glances at his watch suddenly and winces. “Is there another time we could do this? I’m sorry, but I really have to get somewhere.”

You nod hastily. “Of course! I’m sorry to keep you. I’ll be here all week so anytime you’re free, you know where to find me.”

Jake lets out a breath of relief. “Thanks. I’ll— I’ll be sure to do that.” He gives you an awkward wave before hastily heading towards the exit. Right as his hand meets the door, Jake pauses, turning back to you with a more sincere smile. “Oh, and don’t worry about Bradley. He’s like that with everyone.”

You watch him leave before sagging in your seat with a soft sigh. If the rest of the firefighters were like Jake then maybe this week wouldn’t be so bad—at the very least, you’d be able to write your article. Your thoughts drift to honeyed brown eyes and that permanent sneer that seems to cement every time it’s shot in your direction. You look down at your notes.

Bradley Bradshaw:

Authority kink

Biting back a smile, you scribble something quickly.

Authority kink (maybe)

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[reneesbooks]

when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity <3

hi sweet anon <3

these senior citizens, in order from grumpiest to stupidest:

1. this is Stardust. only good pictures I have of her are of her asleep bc when she’s awake she exclusively looks angry. will ride your shoulders like she’s a parrot and lay on your chest when you’re trying to sleep. likes to think she’s an outside cat and will SCREAM for access to The Outdoors. our bird feeder infuriates her

2. Stardust’s more photogenic sister, Shadow. not a lap kitty but wants to lay right next to you and will reach out and grab your hand until you pet her. TERRIFIED of The Outdoors. afraid of doors because she has no object permanence and thinks that the bedroom door closing deletes the entire rest of the house. will wait outside the bathroom for you to make sure the Evil Door lets you out

3. and then there’s this idiot. Charles Dickens the cat, named after my favorite author. knows that this is his full name and that when I say it it means I’m mad at him. knows several words in English actually including “treatsie” “outside” and “stinky dumbass man” (one of his many names). has the biggest vocal range of any cat I’ve met and By Gd you Will Hear It. gets bullied by the girls bc he’s so stupid. can be summoned from anywhere in the house by opening a can of cat food

4. a selection of the girls bullying Charlie for ur anonymous enjoyment:

in order, we have: “you can’t sit with us”, stardust stealing Charlie’s favorite toy, and shadow refusing to let him drink out of HER water bowl (every water bowl is HER water bowl).

5. sometimes they can coexist <3

these geriatric idiots are 16.5 and 14, in order. they’ll outlive me out of pure spite and I would kill and die for them

#cat posting on main #writeblr community #my cats #catblr #ask game #there’s so much geriatric drama in my house because of these idiots. the stories my vet could tell…. #all three of them have warning stickers in their files <3 #q&a

[invisiblegarters]

Kabe Koji Ending Thoughts

I wanted to give this one some time to marinate, and myself time to watch it again, because I have to confess the first time I was a little disappointed. 

Yeah. I left episode 7 crying, aching inside for both Nekoyashiki and Issei and wondering how they would resolve Nekoyashiki’s glaring self-esteem problems, his self-loathing and his desperate need for acceptance and belonging, and thinking that twenty some minutes could never do the thing justice. 

And in a way I was right. Nekoyashiki apparently only had to hear that he should draw what he loves to finally get it together, and voila! Everything slots into place. 

At least that’s what I figured at first. 

But then I really thought about it. Hasn’t he been hearing that from everyone, over and over and over, almost every episode? Yamada, Framboise, Issei...all of them have been saying it to him in one way or another the entire time. So no, after some marinating I don’t think that it was just Yamada saying it right then that did it. It was Nekoyashiki finally being in the right place to really hear it. it wasn’t a case of one and done - it was more a slow realization, the words sinking in and biding their time until Nekoyashiki was finally at a place where he was able to listen to them. 

The time skip of a few months was another sneaky way to get past showing the inevitable work that he’d have to put in to truly resolving his issues, but honestly it’s a 24 minute show and I think we all deserve some damn cute after last ep so time skip away, I say. 

There was a lot I loved about this ep. Framboise being his fabulous self, seeing the look of satisfaction on Nekoyashiki’s face and knowing that he’d done something he was proud of. The manga being about Issei and him, and how doing that was what finally made him calm and okay with whatever. It was lovely seeing him finally settled in his own skin. Tsubasa showing up to get the manga and bring it back to Issei (that mask did not one thing to really hide who he was - I know Yamada clocked him because my girl is smart). Issei crying as he reads it (and oh, that shot of Nekoyashiki holding the please recognize me sign and looking all shy, I liked that). Issei walking right back out of the closet that his well-meaning reporter friend put him back in after he was dragged out by the other one’s scoop. I really loved that. I loved him putting his money where his mouth is, so to speak, and choosing love - both in his personal and professional life. I loved the rest of Shiny Smile encouraging him. 

I liked that it was Tsubasa who did the thing, too, because Issei helped him out when he was at his lowest. He can pretend he doesn’t care all he wants but that’s such a lie, and this proved it. 

I also liked that the reporter did his own part to try to help. I love that Issei won two of the grumpiest people he knows over just by being kind and sunny and genuine with them. 

I am sad that Framboise didn’t fulfill his dream of getting Nekoyashiki to the get together, but there is always next Comic King. He got a yes once, I fully believe that the man will be more tenacious than ever and get a second one, even if Nekoyashiki makes a bit of a fuss (he wouldn’t be him if he didn’t make a bit of a fuss anyway. That’s why we love him).

The scene between Issei and Nekoyashiki was very sweet and I loved it, aside from the spinny cam. Can we just not do the spinning please? My poor head can’t take it. I’m not even disappointed with no kiss, the handhold was adorable and Nekoyashiki’s whispered “I like you, too” felt almost like getting one after all. And I liked the implication that they’re living together in the end (and aw, the Issei stalker wall is back up. I swear Nekoyashiki found the one man in the world who isn’t fazed by that. What a keeper).

All in all I thought this was a gem of a show, and actually moved me more than some more “serious” dramas have in the past. 9/10, would recommend. I’m gonna miss this Monday treat.

#Kabe-Koji-Nekoyashiki-kun Desires to be Recognized #Kabe Sa Doujin Sakka no Neko Yashiki-kun wa Shouninyokkyuu wo Kojiraseteiru

[ruerock]

What are your dr ocs relationships with each other! Like are any of them friends? In my mind I'm imagining Keiki and Chami being besties and throwing the best tea party ever

thank you so much for the question!!! and omg im absolutely delighted that people point out Keiki and Chami looking like they could be besties/gfs - because they are! im going to go into details under the cut :D

Keiki and Chami are what i like to call one-sided rivals to best friends- since they share a "similar" ultimate, from the start Chami feels a little bit thrown into a competition. See, the thing with Chami is that she tries REALLY hard to cater to other people and her perfectionism makes her push herself a little too hard to the point its overwhelming to others and in turn makes her insecure. this is the total opposite of Keiki who is an effortless people magnet- even the grumpiest in the group like her. this makes Chami really jealous so in her head Keiki becomes her rival and she avoids her altogether. Keiki doesn't hold any negative feelings for Chami although she can tell Chami dislikes her- so accordingly, she is not a fan either.

this changes after the second trial though- when Keiki successfully protects Chami from unjust accusations. Chami is like "WAIT so you actually don't hate me and don't want to steal all my friends from me???" and Keiki is like "girl NO? where did that come from, i was hoping for us to be friends!" and Chami is like "oh. oh 🥺" and they have a very heart-warming "conflict" resolving moment that is interrupted by Jun going "umm ladies i think we're in the middle of murder investigation?" to which they go "RIGHT. im so sorry"

they become best friends after that! inseparable too. turns out they work amazingly well together and like u guessed, they throw the best tea parties ever!

they're hinted to have feelings for each other too- after Paris (who went to american school before) suggest they organise a prom night, Keiki and Chami work hard for it to be perfect. and when the prom night comes they also realize they were so busy they forgot to get a partner!! which, you know, isnt that tragic because turns out they both planned to ask each other <3

me when i go on 34324 pages essay on Keiki and Chami ANYWAYS. one last fun fact i wanted Keiki's hair to resemble cinnamon rolls and for Chami's hair to resemble croissants with the ribbons being like "chocolate toppings"! not sure if it shows through so i thought ill throw it out there :3

from other's distinctive relationships we have Paris and Yami- theyre complex as they are kind of working against each other all the time, but Paris wants to prove herself innocent to Yami and by proximity pretends to want to befriend her. Yami is very weak for kindness shown her way but shes also very smart so this is very hard for her- she's basically having to battle between rationality and feelings. if the game was from her perspective it would be "danganronpa: yami's struggle between wanting justice and crushing easily". Although Paris quite literally gaslights her all the way, she does eventually put so much work into befriending her that the feelings overtime just become a little bit real

i think im gonna wrap it up so no one falls asleep on my post (although if you're curious about anyone else im super happy to answer! :D) BUT i also wanted to mention Kei here since i noticed a lot of people like him- Kei is bros with Kenichi, friends with Akane and also the only person Yami has to a real friend too, he's super sweet to her! Kei is "autistic - loves to talk" and Yami is "autistic - loves to listen" so theyre very wholesome together :'3

IF ANYONE GOT THIS FAR THANK YOU FOR READING it means a lot to me that people r actually interested in it wah!! <3

#sunanswers

[woah-were-halfway-there]

What is Mia like when one of her guys like Willy or Fred get girlfriends when she's used to their undivided attention?

Lmaoooooo it’s definitely interesting. Willy and Fred are definitely two that it’d hit her pretty hard having a girlfriend because she’s not used to sharing their attention. I actually have a bit like this drafted but never finished lmao but basically it’s Freddie coming to visit the Matthews fam (it’d take place this coming offseason) in Arizona like he does every year and Mia is SO excited to see him, but he brings his new girlfriend too, which of course he already ran by Carson and Auston and they’re both looking forward to getting to know her better and welcome her into her home. When they arrive, they’re greeted by the sounds of Mia’s feet running down the hallway toward them and once she’s in eyesight she yells “fwed!” And books it right to him, which Fred reacts to by smiling so freaking wide as he crouches down and holds his arms out then engulfs mia into the biggest hug once she crashes into him and picks her up and she’s all smiley and giggly giving him a hug and says “missed yew” and he tells her that he missed her too and then he turns them around and says “Mia, this is my girlfriend” and the girlfriend is so sweet but also kinda nervous to meet the Matthews fam but she says hi to mia and is so alarmed by how cute she and Fred are together but Mia gives her the COLDEST shoulder. Just side eyes her and doesn’t say hi back, just clings to Fred and hides her face against him while glaring at the poor girl. And then Fred hears a soft “oh no” from down the hallway and turns to see Carson and Auston standing there looking shocked, having seen the whole thing. Carson’s literally like this 🫢 looking at Auston and he’s like 😬 cause both of them had a feeling Mia would be iffy about Fred’s girlfriend, but didn’t think it’d be that bad

Then Carson says “Mia, it’s not nice to not say hi back to someone. You can say hi, I know you can” and Mia just makes the grumpiest expression and grumbles a little “hi” before changing the subject and pointing to the living room to tell Fred she wants to go sit there. And so they head to the living room after Fred introduces his girlfriend to Carson and Auston, who welcome her with open arms then Auston joins Freddie and Mia while the girlfriend joins Carson in the kitchen and they get a drink and the girlfriend says how nice it is to finally meet them and how Fred has told her so much about them and Mia and then she kinda pauses and says “I don’t think Mia likes me very much” and Carson explains how Fred is one of Mia’s people and she just attaches right to him and how it’s not that Mia doesn’t like her it’s just that she’s used to having just her Fred around and that hopefully the girlfriend will get to experience how funny and loving Mia really is very soon. And that makes her feel better about Mia not taking well to her. As the day goes on, Mia does not give her the time of day though despite Carson, Auston and Fred all trying to get her to. Once Fred and his girlfriend put their bags in the guest room, they all go out back and hangout by the pool and Mia again is clung right to Fred and if he goes over to his girlfriend and they have a little moment, she immediately calls him back over and the girlfriend tries to talk to Mia but again Mia just does not have any of it. The girlfriend tries to brush it off but Carson can tell it’s kind of getting to her and tries to come up with a plan.

When they’re done outside, it’s getting near Mia’s nap time but she fights to stay awake so Carson and Auston decide to get her situated in the living room watching an episode of Bluey because they know she loves it and will likely pass out while watching it. So they put the episode on and she wants to snuggle up beside Fred to watch it but Carson, who’s standing in the doorway behind the couch where Mia can’t see shakes her head frantically and gestures for Fred to follow her to the kitchen and so he does and tells Mia he’ll be right back. In the kitchen Carson tells Freddie to stay there because she has a plan and even Auston is like 🤨 because he doesn’t know what she’s up to. Then Carson turns around and grabs Whaley off the table, where he was set down when they all came in from outside and has stayed because Mia hasn’t noticed he was missing yet. So Carson turns to Fred’s girlfriend and tells her the significance of Whaley and how he’s Mia’s comfort item and how she thinks that Fred’s girlfriend went into the living room with Whaley, kinda treating him like a peace offering, Mia might warm up to her. And so they all agree it’s worth a shot and his girlfriend takes Whaley to the living room, cautiously approaching as Mia stays focused on Bluey. Then she says “hi, Mia…” and Mia side eyes her again, then shows her Whaley and says “I found this Whaley in the kitchen, is he yours?” And Mia nods, still a little hesitant as the girlfriend approaches and then Fred’s gf says “would you like him back?” And Mia nods again and reaches toward her saying “pwease” and so she hands Whaley to Mia who says “tank yew” and Mia looks at her again but like it’s not a glare or anything, she’s being less cold then the gf glances to the screen and says “are you watching Bluey?” To which Mia nods again and says “ya” then the gf is like “oh, I love Bluey” which Mia is intrigued by and it shows so the gf then asks Mia if she can watch with her and Mia nods again.

So Fred’s gf sits on the couch next to Mia, leaving some space just cause she doesn’t want to overstep and Mia keeps glancing at her as if to make sure she’s actually watching, which she is and then when certain characters show up Mia starts pointing to them and saying their name, and then Fred’s girlfriend asks Mia if she likes that character and Mia will either nod yes or shake her head no. Then his gf starts talking to Mia about things happening in the episode and they react to things happening together and gradually Mia moves closer to her with Whaley and she becomes more quiet, which is obviously because she’s tired and Fred’s girlfriend recognizes that but she’s so 🥹 at Mia and her having a moment and then Mia leans her head against her and eventually falls asleep and Fred’s girlfriend just MELTS. When Carson, Auston and Fred enter the room they’re all shook that it actually worked and his girlfriend is like “I think I’ve been accepted, I can’t move. I can’t wake her up, I’m staying here until she wakes up.” And Carson says that’s not necessary and it’s ok to move then Fred’s girlfriend says she’s honestly pretty comfy and wouldn’t mind taking a nap there herself and the Fred says if that’s the case then he’s joining and so he gets situated on the couch cuddled up to his girlfriend, being careful not to disturb Mia who’s still sleeping against the girlfriend and Auston gives them the remote to put on a movie while he and Carson go up stairs and tells them to call them if they need anything. And so they put on a movie and both end up passing out too. Carson and Auston come back downstairs before anyone else is awake, so naturally Auston takes some pictures of Fred, his girlfriend and Mia all asleep cuddling on the couch and then he helps Carson start getting stuff for dinner ready and then when Mia does stir awake, she wakes the other two is happy to see them both there. After that, there’s no more cold shoulder and Mia takes to Fred’s girlfriend really well

[lalahasthoughts]

The grumpy/sunshine trope is unbeatable and no one can tell me otherwise. That shit has me in a chokehold.

#especially when its not the person you would expect #like the biggest dude you have ever seen that looks mean as hell but is actually a ray of sunshine? #i eat it up #or the sweet looking girl that is actually the grumpiest #especially in sapphic pairing i love it so much #i am not immune to the grumpy one being soft for the sunshine one #OR the grumpy one falling first #ugh immaculate #grumpy/sunshine #fics #books #tropes #sapphic #recs #drukkari #erasermic #geraskier #geralt/jaskier #harringrove #kiribaku #shinkami #shinsou x kaminari #bucky x sam #the love hypothesis #foggy x matt #cemetery boys #dekubaku #todobaku #ted lasso #wangxian

[heyvivalapluto]

time for some random headcanons about fred weasley

+ (bonus georgie, occasionally)

he actually likes his hair longer

(while george prefers it shorter)

he’s a dog person

very competitive

great at charms & potions

deadpans a lot

lies just for the sake of it. like, he’ll just lie to see who believes in it and how long he can keep the lie

he’s the most logical one, most of the times

(george is not exactly sentimental, per say. more like the most impulsive (and impatient) one)

younger siblings, am i right?, fred would say

fred’s sarcasm is usually about the lack of logic of people’s way of thinking. surprisingly enough

is a true procrastinator

not great at learning new languages. (he’d be that tom meme “¿cuantos años tienes? / london.”)

(while george would be surprisingly good at learning new languages, just by hearing a little of it somewhere or reading a sentence)

would never admit it, but did very much look up to his older brothers (except, of course, percy, who’s a prick)

fred just thought (and thinks) charlie and bill are the coolest

loves spooky stories

flirting & teasing & provoking

fred is very much disappointed and sad that george is taller than him

(george keeps making fun of him for it)

fred is the grumpiest of the twins. (not the normal type of grumpy, just grumpier than george. but they’re both very easygoing and laidback and whatnot)

“aren’t you worried?” “please, have you ever seen me worrying about anything?”

his favorite color is purple, if he has to pick one

he did look up for muggles type of magic and thought they’re brilliant

so he made sure to learn a few tricks himself

he loves the hats and the fake wands they use. it’s comical

fred is a sweet tooth

always humming some song he heard on the radio or something. almost never is a song he genuinely likes

a night owl.

hates the mornings, prefers to wake up late and stay up late

loves lurking around in the night pretending he’s haunting the house

prefers coffee over tea. which is… something

“against all authority, except mi mamá” would probably be his senior quote if he got to have one

swears a lot, but mostly out of frustration and not just in the middle of a sentence

mimics george whenever he annoys fred

fred is actually the one responsible for the marketing and branding of the store

since he knows how to draw

but he has terrible handwriting. like, awful. worst than doctor’s handwriting

(george is the only one who can actually read it.)

he singsongs a lot

makes all the jokes about being the older twin

(george says he only does that because fred’s still sulking over the fact that he’s so short)

can’t really dance, but does it anyway. his confidence makes up for every wrong step

was the one who taught ron his first curse/bad word

not really the jealous type. at least, not with ginny

he’s actually very proud she’s got quite a reputation for breaking boys’ hearts (and girls and whomever, actually)

(“heartbreaker like me, eh?” “shut up, fred”)

but with a love interest? possessive, but won’t show. he just refuses to show

although he will most likely act a little distant as he sulks into his jealousy

(george is the jealous type, but probably will go quiet too, waiting for you to ask. or something like that, i don’t really get men)

coffee enthusiast

not really a leader type

usually waits until the last minute or until things get really bad to make a decision and/or take control of things 

any pronouns are just fine. but prefers he/they

heavy accent. it’s hard for non-british to get what he’s saying

forever mad he and george weren’t the ones who invented the marauders’ map

“we were totally capable of doing it!”

always forgetting to drink water

(george could easily drown in how much he drinks water on a daily basis)

can’t cook shit

(well, he can make coffee. at least.)

(george can make eggs and salad. and egg salad.)

either way, they’re both awful at cooking

they both argue for the tiniest of things just because they kinda think it’s better than doing nothing and being bored

fred is more of a kicker, while george is more of a puncher

coffee coffee coffee

fred looooves ignoring the problem until it goes away. if it doesn’t go away, he’ll probably just solve it with the bare minimum of effort

crooked smile, crooked nose

half-asses most of the things

favorite flavor of anything is always strawberry

the twins don’t actually wear the same size on anything

would most likely play hide and seek with anyone at any age because he loves this game

is always making the silliest bets

can’t for the life of him pick a single project.

is always trying to solve and test every single new product at the same time. he just has to do it all together

loves the snow.

christmas is his favorite holiday. after april fool’s, of course.

birthday enthusiast.

#my flamboyant boy #god i miss him #he’s my whole world #fred weasley #hp fred weasley #fred weasley headcanons #headcanons #hp #george weasley #hp george weasley #weasley twins #harry potter

[toh-writings]

Hello, may I request a Mattholomule x reader where Boscha or the Glandus kids are picking on him and the reader stands up for him? I love that little bastard.

Here we are! My first request done! I hope you like it!

Warnings: pretty typical tv bullying

“Leave me alone, I need to get to class.”

You heard the voices before you saw the group. When you turned the corner you could see them, a scowl taking over your face.

Figures you’d find Boscha and her “friends”. You hated running into them. They had to be some of the nastiest people in hexside. Well, Boscha was. Her friends usually didn’t do anything but sit there and laugh, a cruel addition to the humiliation Boscha puts you through. Still, you hated them just as much.

It looks like today they found some poor boy to torment in the halls. You thought you recognized him as the new kid, the one who transferred from Glandus. He was cornered, his back against the lockers, forced to face down the horde of rude teenagers. You did not envy him.

There was a spattering of laughter from the girls, high pitched and malicious, sending your nerves on end.

“Aw, come on, we just need a target for practice! Your puny frame is perfect! Your so small and pathetic, You’ll be more of a challenge to hit.”

You could see the boy roll his eyes, a dead look on his face, clearly tired of all this nonsense. You wondered if it was something he was used to, being picked on.

“Sure, whatever, just let me go.”

He tried shoving his way past the girls, but he was really tiny and they easily pushed him back against the lockers with a bang.

“Great! Then you wouldn’t mind staying put for a second so we can pummel you.” Boscha slammed her gruddby ball against her hand and you could see the boys eyes widen a bit.

Yeah, that was enough. As Much as you hate dealing with a bunch of jerks, it wouldn’t be right to sit by while the torture the poor kid. You walked over before you had even thought this through properly. You caught sight of the looks of shock and perhaps anger on the girls faces when you yelled in their direction.

“Hey!” You pushed past them, grabbing the boy's wrist and pulling him away. “Come on, you’re going to be late for class.”

He looked like he wanted to say something but ultimately just nodded, letting you drag him along until the glares of the girls stopped burning along their backs. They moment they did you let go of him. You wondered what you were supposed to do now, the two of you staring at each other for a long moment.

“Anyways, I really do have to go to class. You probably should, too.”

You tried to leave then, but he grabbed your arm before you could. You turned to face him and waited.

You could see him struggling, the grumpiest look on his face.

“Thank you. You know, for dragging me out of there.”

You shrugged.

“Yeah, no problem.”

You wanted to leave again, but it looked like he still wanted to say something, so you just kept waiting. But, in the end, he just left, leaving you alone in the hall.

The bell rang and you sighed to yourself. Great. Now you were late.

You saw the kid again at the end of the school day. You were just going to walk him, but he stepped in front of you on the stairs. You almost ran the kid over, he was so little.

“Hey, watch it!” He snapped at you, but almost immediately his face dropped into a look of regret. “Sorry, I didn’t really mean that?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. So, what do you want?”

“Right, well … How do you feel about humans?”

That question seemed to come out of nowhere, but you didn’t really had anywhere else to be, so you took a moment to humor him. Why not?

“I think they’re cool, I guess. I don’t actually think about them too much. Why?”

“Well, I just so happen to be the president of the Human Appreciation Club!” He said, standing up a bit straighter and puffing out his chest, clearly very proud of this achievement. Or maybe he just liked showing off. Either way, it was kind of cute. “I thought maybe you’d like to attend sometime. You know … maybe hang out?”

You smirked as he looked away, suddenly shy again. There was a beat of silence between you two.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll give it a try.”

“Really? I mean, of course you will. Then I’ll see you at the club tomorrow?”

“Yep.” You nodded.

“Sweet!” He whispered under his breath. “I’m Mattholomule, by the way.”

“Y/n.” You shook the offered hand. “See you tomorrow, Matt.”

You walked away, smirking to yourself as you heard Mattholomule celebrating behind you, trying to keep it quiet but failing.

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@tcpimpabutterfly​   said  :    ✩—Nick & Janie

Under the cut because long!

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Janie when she is entirely sick and FED UP of Nick’s trifling ways.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? I know in my heart that Janie has no problem turning her back on Nick when she feels enough is enough and Nick, who believes he will get over her and look back on her as a fond memory -- has a hard time getting over her. So, yeah, Nick can’t find himself leaving if he says he’s done with all the “crazy shit.”

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Janie!!

Who trashes the house? An argument can lead to Janie trying to get physical with Nick, him restraining her, her fighting back - things fall and get broken along the way. Chowder is barking and also ready to whoop Nick’s ass.

Do either of them get physical? ^^ Nick would NEVER hit Janie unless he thought she was going to try to kill him forreal. Then he has to knock her out. 

How often do they argue/disagree? Nowadays? Their relationship is fucked up so they argue more often than not. Like, “Nick get off my property.” “Nick don’t post my picture on Instagram.” It’s been a long time since they’ve been civil with each other. 

Who is the first to apologize? Nick!!!!! He’s out here like Usher releasing his woe in confessions, or Jay Z apologizing in 4:44. 

Sex:

Who is on top? Varies, but usually Janie. 

Who is on the bottom? Varrieesss.

Who has the strangest desires? Janie be on that freak shit.

Any kinks? So, Janie’s into safe knife play and rope play. Nick was cool with rope play, handcuffs, but then Janie whipped out the knife and he was like 😲

Who’s dominant in bed? You know powerplay is probably a big thing with these two.

Is head ever in the equation? I honestly feel like Janie isn’t into giving head, like regardless of if she loves her partner or not. I can just envision her pissed at Nick over something petty and she’s like, “my tooth hurts.”/“I’m trying to sleep, leave me alone.”

If so, who is better at performing it? Nick. He felt like giving Janie good head could put him on her good side.

Ever had sex in public? Yes, it leads to some AU babies.

Who moans the most? Janie.

Who leaves the most marks? Janie.

Who screams the loudest? I mean Nicky’s the one getting sliced.

Who is the more experienced of the two? I feel like the two have them have gained a lot of experience from being each others firsts in a lot of ways. They explored kinks together and what not.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Fuck.

Rough or soft? Rough as hell.

How long do they usually last? It ends when Janie’s sadistic ass says it ends. 💅🏾

Is protection used? Sometimes. Typically. If they were to fuck now, I can imagine Janie telling Nick that she doesn’t know where he’s been so he needs a condom.

Does it ever get boring? Nope!

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Strange by JANIE’S standards would be when she slept with Nick at the house he and Jerrold were sharing at the time. Jerrold was gone, of course, but Janie was still trying her hardest to conceal her sneer. 

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? In a better AU, Janie’s twins were the result of a PRISON VISIT. Nick always wanted to have a family with her, though. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? In main, Janie and Nick have Simone who tells Janie that she’s NOT her mother. In a better AU, Janie and Nick have Leticia and Levi. Nick has brought up the potential of them having a third kid but, I don’t know. Janie has strong reservations with Nick’s record of legal troubles. Who is the favorite parent? Both Nick and Janie are loved well by their kids. Though, granted, Simone loves her dad more on default. Who is the authoritative parent? Both - but in different ways. Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Nick!  Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Also Nick.

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? I can imagine it can be difficult for Janie due to work purposes, and Nick has missed out on a few things due to his prison stint when the twins were 7 years old. There are fill-ins though, like Louis will pop up. Jerrold too because he views these kids as his niece and nephew!! There’s also Sal and Delores of course.

Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Janie has had to go to some alone when Nick was i n c a r c e r a t e d. 😔

Who changes the diapers? Both, because Cassandra specifically told Nick: “how the fuck do you not know how to change a diaper?”

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Both, but mostly Nick since Janie is getting ready for work by 4 AM.

Who spends the most time with the children? Nick...because he would have tea parties with Leticia or take her on her annual Friday shopping spree at Toys R Us. Plus, he’s bound to go see the latest superhero movie with Levi, if not play video games with him. He gets really engaged in doing whatever the kids wanna do, and he will be offended if he’s disrupted by it.  I mean really, Sal can say: “the warehouse is on fire!” and Nick replies, “I’m paintin’ baby girl’s finger nails!!” Who packs their lunch boxes? Janie. Who gives their children ‘the talk’? I feel like Janie would jump on it, because she has to tell Leticia to cut their hands off if things are no longer consensual.  Who cleans up after the kids? Janie...has spent some time doing that. Nick isn’t as prompt as he should be. Who worries the most? Nick gets paranoid sometimes. He tends to be paranoid with a lot of things. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? From............someone in the family. (Cassandra/Cassandra’s kids)

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? That’s pretty much Nicky.

Who is the little spoon? 😌 Janie because she lowkey likes to feel safe.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Nick tends to initiate this shit lmao

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Nick.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? You mean how long can they cuddle until someone has to go to work or someone calls or he tries to initiate sex.

Who gives the most kisses? Nick.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity? Going out to eat Italian Food.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle? The bed!

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Nick, though I feel like this question is dangerous.

How often do they get time to themselves? You know in main she ain’t trying to be around him!! But even aside from that I feel like they find the right space and time to be together.

Sleeping:

Who snores? Nicky!

If both do, who snores the loudest? ^^

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? This is verse dependent. Cause they are not at a living together stage yet in main.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Dependent. Who talks in their sleep? Neither.

What do they wear to bed? Night clothes. Pajamas. What else? 😤 Are either of your muses insomniacs? Nick can be sleep deprived sometimes, but not a insomniac. 

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? I’mma say nah. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Varies! Who wakes up with bed hair? Nick’s been bald for some time now and, I’m certain Janie wears a bonnet. Who wakes up first? Janie at 4 AM! Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Nick would. 😍😭 What is their favorite sleeping position? Nick likes to lay on his back with Janie slightly on his chest.  Who hogs the sheets? Janie. Do they set an alarm each night? Yes, Janie has a alarm set for work. Can a television be found in their bedroom? Yes.  Who has nightmares? Both. Who has ridiculous dreams? Nick. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Nick is guilty of this. Who makes the bed? Janie - because even though she leaves first, Nick isn’t the best at getting the sheets together. What time is bed time? Janie has a more set bedtime than Nick does. Because the night, for Nick, can mean he has some serious work to do. Any routines/rituals before bed? Janie does what she has to do, while Nick kind of just flops in bed.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? BOTH.

Work:

Who is the busiest? I feel like they’re both quite busy. Janie at the news station while Nick is (at certain point in times) a nightclub manager. These are equally demanding occupations. Who rakes in the highest income? I’d say Nicky. Especially since he got that $cozzari money. Are any of your muses unemployed? Nope. Who takes the most sick days? Nick. Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Nick. Who sucks up to their boss? Nick is his own boss soooooooooooooooooo probably Janie. What are their jobs? Janie is a reporter who also moonlights as a serial killer, Nick is a nightclub manager who is also a high-ranking gangster. Together they’re quite the pair! Who stresses the most? Nick, he’s always obsessing with thinking three steps ahead of everyone else. Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Yes. Are your muses financially stable? Yup!

Home:

Who does the washing? Both. Especially when it comes to getting blood out of their outfits as soon as possible-

Who takes out the trash? Nick.

Who does the ironing? Both, Nick a little more.

Who does the cooking? Nick REALLY likes to go out to eat.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Nick, especially if he gets distracted by the kids, sports, or an invasive Jerrold.

Who is messier? Nick.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Nick.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? ...Nick.

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither, Nick has been scolded by his mother -and sisters- for forgetting to put the toilet seat down all his life.

Who is the prankster around the house? Those darn twins!!

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Neither, they’re very prompt when they have to get out or get the fuck out.

Who mows the lawn? Nick - or Levi.

Who answers the telephone? Both, but Nick is more inclined to.

Who does the vacuuming? Both, but catch Nick doing it when he’s trashed the house too much while Janie is away and its important that he speed cleans.

Who does the groceries? Janie.

Who takes the longest to shower? Janie.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Janie x3!

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Not one bit.

How many cars do they own? Janie has hers, Nick has his - so two.

Do they own their home or do they rent? Own.

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Neither.

Do they live in the city or in the country? New York City Baby 😜

Do they enjoy their surroundings? Nick can’t imagine being nowhere else, personally. Yet even with that said, I can imagine that Janie hates half of the population. She’ll find some reason to hate. Some way.

What’s their song? Nick’s so in love with Janie that it isn’t uncommon for him to hear a song on the radio and think about her. I mean, this is a man who made her so many mixtapes in high school. At the moment, Nick lays in bed and thinks of Common’s song “Faithful.” He’s also stared out the window while Jaheim’s, “Find My Way Back” plays. 😔 The main song that made him realize he was in love with her was, “All I Do Is Think Of You” by The Jackson 5 and it still rings true to this day smh

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Work and kill. Kill and work. Janie also bonds with Chowder while Nick bonds with Louis and Jerrold, who are not nearly as wonderful as Chowder!

Where did they first meet? HIGH SCHOOL, English Class!

How did they first meet? They had some boring classroom introductions on day one but Nick didn’t pay her much of any attention. Afterwards, He heard the name Janie said by the teacher, but he thought that the teacher was mispronouncing the name of another girl, Janet. Later, when Janie rose in the class to read something he would realize that she was, in fact, not Janet. Later on they would have their first actual conversation when Nick asked to copy her homework. He had to work a little charm on her too. 😏 because she was like :| “No.”

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Janie. Nick isn’t much of a materialistic man. This was a guy who wore bootleg Bart Simpson shirts when he was a kid.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Janie.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Janie because she’s evil inside.

Any mental issues? To the roof.  Who’s terrified of bugs? Janie!! Who kills the spiders around the house? Nick has to! Their favorite place? Spaghetti Warehouse because that’s where they had their first date back in the day. Also, there’s specific areas in Florida they love. Who pays the bills? When they’re living separately they pay their own shit. When they live together, Nick has no issue making sure Janie never spends any of her hard earned money. Do they have any fears for their future? Janie may fear going to jail for her murders when she has her kids rgbmvfg Nick doesn’t fear a damn thing. He has a tattoo that says NEVER SCARED because he’s been through so much.  Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Nick all the way! Who uses up all of the hot water? Janie. Who’s the tallest? Nick at 6′0. He’s even taller than his dad! Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Nick, but he second thinks that a lot. Who wanders around in their underwear? Nick. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? jkhnk Nick, especially when those oldies come on. What do they tease each other about? I don’t think Janie necessarily teases, I think she complains about certain things like Nick’s music tastes, his grumpiness with the youth, all that. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? I think Janie would get so tired of seeing him in that same damn leather jacket. Do they have mutual friends? Chowder is their mutual friend. :) No one else. Who crushed first? I feel like Janie had a crush on Nick that she effortlessly brushed off because he would always do something dumb to ruin it. Like flirt with some other girl in their class and that reminded her men ain’t shit. Any alcohol or substance related problems? No. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Nick. Catch him drunk calling her like, “i’m just sayin’ you could do better........” or, “I NEED TO APOLOGIZE”

Who swears the most? Nick doesn’t swear as furiously as Cassandra, but I feel that he does more than Janie all the same.

#tcpimpabutterfly #tcpimpabutterfly : janie. #rel : nick & janie. #answers : nick.

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It Started with a Blizzard - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Sequel to Blizzard in July (I just liked that as a two-shot too much to continue it with another chap). Commissioned by @jennlee44.

Enjoy!

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Chapter 1 -

Not a fleck of snow in the air or on the ground since take-off, the plane ride was smooth and comfortable for all the passengers. It improved the mood of even the grumpiest passenger, who had been perturbed by last night’s blizzard delaying flights. That probably would’ve been Iris had she not run into Barry – and spent the night with him. That had a way of slowing things down and even being grateful for a delayed plane ride to a meeting she didn’t really want to go to anyway.

Barry, on the other hand, was still trying to process how lucky his night had turned out to be. Of course, he was sad to have missed his mother’s birthday party, but he’d texted her to explain his delay, and she’d understood. He would stop by his parents’ house first thing after the plane landed.

But Iris…

Well, Iris was a complication he wasn’t quite sure what to do with.

He didn’t want her out of his sight. That much was certain. He’d told her he thought what they had would definitely go somewhere, and he’d meant it, but once they landed, reality outside the blizzard, outside the airport and the hotel room, and hell, out of the bed, was very uncertain.

He didn’t know if Iris lived in Central City. He guessed she didn’t if she was flying there. He didn’t live in Central City either, but he planned to stay the week at his parents’ place, since he hadn’t seen them in a while.

What happened once they both got their luggage from the baggage claim and exited the airport doors?

He hadn’t even asked what the situation was with her meeting. There had to still be one if she had gotten on the same plane as him, right?

He was overthinking, and he knew it, but he couldn’t help it. His dream girl had unexpectedly been at the airport the same time as him, in the same place, in front of the same gate, planning to go on the same plane, and – once drunk, had dragged him into a bathroom and made love to him.

Made love?

Okay, maybe that time it had been the booze talking. But when they reached their hotel room and landed on the bed together, and oh, yeah – when he halted the sex to tell her he had a crush on her in high school and she said she’d had a crush on him too – that had to be more than a hot fuck driven by drunkenness in the middle of a blizzard.

Barry probably wouldn’t have had any hope at all for a future with Iris in it if she hadn’t so wistfully asked if they had one. Now he was determined they would. He just didn’t know all the details, and that worried him.

A yawn from Iris interrupted his thoughts just as the pilot interrupted the silent atmosphere to announce they’d be arriving soon in Central City.

“Ohh, I hate this part.” Iris frowned, covering her ears.

He had to smile at how adorably worried she looked.

“Why’s that?”

She turned to look at him.

“Do you have some gum?”

He laughed lightly but dug around in his pocket.

“I think so, yeah.” He handed her a stick. “Your ears pop going down?”

She nodded with a shudder. “Terribly. It’s the one thing I hate about riding in planes.”

“Thankfully, I don’t have that problem.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Are you gloating?”

He laughed again, then quickly silenced himself.

“Of course not.”

She looked at him suspiciously, not believing him one bit, then stripped the gum of its foil and stuck it into her mouth, chewing immediately and madly, lowering her head between her knees and covering her ears tightly as the plane started to lower.

Barry almost chuckled once more, but her soft moan when the pain hit her eardrums made him sympathize, and he rubbed her back gently until the plane came to a stop on the runway, slowly finding its way to the appropriate gate.

“Better?” he asked when she came up to look out her window.

“I will be,” she said. “Still can’t hear very well, but I’m sure that’ll go away as the day goes on.”

He smiled. “I’m sure too.”

They waited for the pilot’s go ahead for everyone to get off the plane, and then were painfully reminded of the fact that they’d chosen to sit in almost the back row.

Iris groaned, but Barry took her hand and kissed the back of it.

“I don’t regret sitting next to you,” he said.

Iris’ heart leapt in her chest.

“I don’t regret sitting next to you either.”

She leaned towards him, nuzzled his face, then kissed his lips, sighing contently.

A grumpy old man in the sole seat behind them groaned in disgust, which made them lift their heads, but they decided not to let it bother them, continuing to kiss until the row a few ahead of them had been emptied.

“Come on,” Barry said. “Let’s get our things.”

He took her hand, intertwined their fingers, and led her down the aisle after they’d retrieved their carry-on bags.

Iris took a breath of air after they’d emptied the long passageway ramp leading from the plane to the gate and sighed in relief.

“Oh, my God, we’re free.”

Barry laughed.

“Do you need to call anybody or should we head to the baggage claim?”

Her eyes widened at his words.

“That’s actually…a good idea. I texted my boss to tell him I wouldn’t be able to make it yesterday, and he never responded. I hope I’m not fired.”

Barry frowned. “You still came on the flight even though it was just one meeting?”

“Oh, it’s not. Didn’t I mention that? It’s a convention. All day meetings for the whole weekend. Yesterday was just one meeting because it was the check-in day.”

“Oh.” His eyes lit up. She’d be in town for a few days. Busy mostly, but she’d still be nearby. That was hopeful. “Well, go ahead and call then. I have to call my mom anyway.”

“Okay.”

Iris pulled her phone out of her pocket, bit her bottom lip, and waited for her boss to pick up her call.

“Please don’t fire me. Please…please…please…”

…

Barry hung up the phone, pleased that his last-minute plan to bring Iris along with him to his parents’ house was a raving success – at least with his parents. He still had Iris to convince, but he had a good feeling about it. They’d met her before and liked her and knew of his borderline obsessive crush on her. His mother, Nora, was practically ecstatic on the other end when he told her how they’d run into each other. Though he neglected to inform her that they shared the same hotel room or got drunk together, let alone anything else. He’d need to tell Iris an amended story that wasn’t quite so scandalous but was still believable.

Nora Allen was sweetly innocent and oblivious to all things he didn’t tell her. His father, on the other hand, could see right through him and would probably pin him down later, demanding he tell him what really happened. That would be awkward, as it tended to be, but he would endure it if it meant spending a little more time with who he hoped he could call his girlfriend in the near future.

“Barry!”

He was too stuck in his own head to hear him the first time she called out to him, but he turned just in time to see her running towards him and calling his name multiple times as he did. His lips quirked at the corner, seeing her so silly, so joyful, and directing that energy at him. He almost fell over when she used her weight to lunge up and hug and kiss him.

“Long-awaited reunion?” An older woman nearby asked.

“We saw each other five minutes ago,” Barry shared, which made Iris’ face fill with heat, but she was still smiling.

The older woman’s counterpart slipped his arm around her waist and guided her away.

“Let’s leave the lovebirds be,” he chuckled, muttering something about their luggage and transportation that neither Barry nor Iris paid much attention to.

“What is it?” Barry asked, holding her close, his smile so wide his cheeks hurt.

“I’m not fired!” Iris said excitedly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him again. “Oh, my God. I thought I was going to be, and now I’m not.”

“What happened?” he asked between kisses.

“My boss was sick, so they cancelled the meeting. They sent an e-mail notifying me, but it ended up in my spam folder somehow. They’ve rescheduled it for a few hours from now. Isn’t that great news?!” She squealed, and Barry couldn’t help but laugh; though a part of him felt unsettled, since a few hours from now didn’t give him much time with her. He hid his minor disappointment well though.

“That is great news.” He chuckled. “Is there anything you need to do before you get there?” he asked.

She bit her bottom lip, thinking.

“Well, I definitely have to shower and change clothes. I can do that at the hotel, though.”

“Or,” Barry hedged, introducing the topic daringly.

She blinked. “Or, what?”

“You could come with me to my parents’ house and get ready there. We could spend the afternoon together, and I could pick you up after your meeting…we could do ice cream or something.”

He noticed the exact moment she pulled away from him emotionally and worried he’d ruined everything.

“Your parents’ house, huh?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah… They’re real sweet people. I’m sure they’d love having you.”

“I’m sure they are really nice, but…Barry.” She lowered her voice. “Isn’t that a bit soon? We haven’t even been on a date yet.”

“Yet,” he said, with a grin, deciding to focus on the positive. “I like the sound of that.”

Iris rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

“Focus, Barry.” She hit him playfully.

He sighed, then pulled her close.

“Look, okay, I know this feels a lot like ‘meeting the parents’.”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, worry in her voice.

“But it’s not really,” he said.

“How?”

“They’ve met you before,” he said cheerfully.

“When?” she demanded.

“In high school,” he said. “You came over a few times. We were friends, remember?”

“Yes, but Barry, that was 10 years ago. They probably don’t even remem-”

“I just called them. They definitely do.”

Heat flooded her cheeks again.

“Do they remember me as your friend or your crush?”

Barry turned a bright pink.

“Does it matter?” he squeaked.

“Kinda,” she offered. “I don’t know…maybe not. I just…don’t want to spend the whole time with your parents knowingly looking at me, wondering if we…did anything.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he said. “My mom is a saint. She won’t suspect a thing.”

“And your dad?” Barry paused. “What about your dad, Barry?”

“My dad won’t…be a problem…for you.”

She frowned. “What does that mean?”

“Just…trust me, okay? We don’t have to spend the whole time there, but I have to stop by to say Happy Birthday to my mom properly. We’ll have to do a little small talk since you’ll be with me, but then we can go, I promise.”

She sighed.

“I have to be at that meeting at 1 o’clock, Barry.”

“You will be.”

“That means getting to the hotel before then to get things arranged. And I can’t eat lunch, because they’ll serve it at the meeting.”

“No lunch. Got it.”

“And promise you won’t embarrass me.”

“I promise. You have my word.”

She looked at him suspiciously, and then finally relented.

“All right. Let’s go meet your mom and dad.”

He took her hands, bent his head to kiss her lips again, and smiled mischievously when they parted.

“What?” she asked, barely suppressing a giggle.

“Well, we have to get our luggage first.”

She hit him playfully again, and he laughed, recoiling out of reach before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her off the ground for a few steps.

“Come on.” He gestured his head towards the long walkway. “It’s this way.”

She shook her head at him, but quickly caught up, sneaking her hand into his as they made their way to the baggage claim.

...

*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

#westallen #fanfiction #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #it started with a blizzard #chapter 1 #for jennlee44 #fic commission

[swannscroft]

Ultimate Relationship Ask Meme

Tagged by @glowwormsmith

Tagging @oktraoktra @shelliechen @bimerica @lordfarquuuad @just-a-dalish​(and anyone who wants to do it for any fandom :) )

Jacob Seed x Liz Palmer, OC (Far Cry 5)

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Both of them.  Things tend to escalate a lot and both of them have raised their voices at times.  They’re not afraid to back down.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?  Jacob.  He always says that he’ll send her to the Whitetails and not take her back.  But the truth is he never wants her to leave in the first place.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Liz.  She will leave on a moments notice.  But she does always come back, but it’s usually for a specific reason, not because of her feelings.

Who trashes the house?  Neither.

Do either of them get physical?  Unfortunately, yes.  There have been times in the past where things have escalated where they have harmed one another.  Jacob has made the back of her head bleed.  Liz has cut him across his chest.  While they both didn’t enjoy it, Liz and Jacob don’t regret the things they have done to one another.  They thought it was a necessary evil.

How often do they argue/disagree? All the time.  Any sweet moment between them can quickly turn into an argument, usually causing Liz to leave.  They always find their way back to each other though.

Who is the first to apologize? It depends on the situation.

Sex:

Who is on top? They’ve never had full on sex, but for their few experiences, Jacob has been on top.

Who is on the bottom? Liz

Who has the strangest desires?  Neither.  Liz has never had sex before and for Jacob its been a long time.  They haven’t had the time to think about anything like that.

Any kinks? None

Who’s dominant in bed?  Jacob.  He’s the only one with actual experience.

Is head ever in the equation?  Yes.  For both parties.

If so, who is better at performing it?  Jacob

Ever had sex in public?  No

Who moans the most?  Liz

Who leaves the most marks?  Jacob

Who is the more experienced of the two?  Jacob.  Liz is very inexperienced and gets nervous.  Even sometimes just kissing freaks her out.  It took them a long time to even kiss for the first time.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?  They technically have never done either.  But if they eventually do it would be making love.  Neither of them have a high enough sex drive to consider fucking. 

Rough or soft?  Soft.  Everything between them is soft.  Like literally everything.

How long do they usually last?  N/A

Is protection used?  N/A

Does it ever get boring?  Nothing is ever boring between them.  Even the two of them just being together, isn’t boring to them.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?  Jacob would never tell her this, but he’s always wanted to have sex outdoors or possibly where someone would catch them.  If he told Liz she would only be embarrassed.

Do they plan on having children/or have children?  No.  Neither of them plan on having kids with each other.  They both didn’t want kids even before they met.

If so, how many children do they want/have? N/A

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle?  Surprisingly both, its a struggle to get them in the same place and not fighting.  But once they’re together they both enjoy it. 

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?  Jacob.  He always tries but Liz shuts it down.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themselves?  Jacob again.  He likes to slap her butt often in the wrong places.  It frustrates Liz.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?  They can cuddle all through the night.

Who gives the most kisses?  Jacob.  He’d tried to kiss her for a long time but she was too stubborn to give into feelings.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity?  Hunting.  But usually they get distracted and they don’t kill anything.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle? In the back on his truck.  They lay a blanket out in the back and watch the stars.

How often do they get time to themselves?  Mainly when they’re apart due to arguments or missions.  It’s usually not fun time apart.

Sleeping:

Who snores?  Jacob

If both do, who snores the loudest?  N/A

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?  It depends.  Most of the time they have slept apart, but sometimes they spend the night together.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?  Cozy up

What do they wear to bed? If they’re together?  Liz got into the habit of sleeping fully clothed when she was training with the Chosen.  She felt like she needed to be ready at a moments notice and not leave herself vulnerable.  Jacob will do the same but sometimes will sleep naked.  When they’re together what they’re wearing depends on the situation. 

Are either of them insomniacs? Jacob

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?  No

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?  Both

Who wakes up with bed hair?  Jacob, even though he doesn’t have a lot.  Liz’s hair always looked good in the morning because she always slept with it back, even if it was uncomfortable.  It was part of her efforts to always be ready.

Who wakes up first?  Jacob, but Liz had gotten used to the routine of the Chosen.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?  Neither

What is their favorite sleeping position?  They do like to cuddle but most of the time they lay side by side.

Do they set an alarm each night? No

Can a television be found in their bedroom? No

Who has nightmares?  Both

Who has ridiculous dreams?  Both again.  And all of their dreams are truly ridiculous 

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?  Liz

Who makes the bed?  Neither

What time is bed time?  It varies

Any routines/rituals before bed?  No

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Liz most definitely.  She misses being a lazy college student and sleeping in.  That all changed until she became a Peggie.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? They steal John’s money to get anything they need, so no.

How many cars do they own? Jacob has a truck.  Liz’s car was destroyed when she came back to Hope County.

Do they own their home or do they rent?  They stay in different cult outposts or in the veteran’s center.

Do they live in the city or in the country?  Country, ovb.  Hope County is in the middle of nowhere.  Liz lived in the city before coming home and misses it very much.

Do they enjoy their surroundings?  Yes.  Jacob has always loved the nature and mountains.  Liz had grown more used to it over time.

What’s their song?  Dance the Night Away by Van Halen

What do they do when they’re away from each other?  If they’re apart they’re usually mad at one another.  So probably trying to keep busy and not think about the other.  Usually by being on missions.

Where did they first meet?  At the Veteran’s Center.  She was captured and put in a cage after Jacob found out her relation to Eli.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?  None

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?  Jacob finds it funny when Liz is tripped up because she tries to act so tough all the time.

Any mental issues?  Yes.  Jacob has PTSD from the war and being homeless.  Liz has severe depression but doesn’t realize it.  It started back when she was younger and extended during her time with the Peggies.  She has never addressed it though.  There’s always been other things going on that it hasn’t been her most pressing issue.

Who’s terrified of bugs?  Liz

Who kills the spiders around the house?  Jacob

Their favorite place?  In his plane flying over the county.  The view it beautiful from that height.

Do they have any fears for their future?  Tons.  Jacob mainly fears for the collapse and for his brothers.  He is driven by his purpose.  Liz is always fearful for her next move.  She had decided to stay with the Peggies, but she doesn’t view it as a forever thing.  Just the best option to have until she figures out what to do.  She would leave if she thought she could.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?  Not fancy dinner, but Jacob does surprise her with gifts, like on her 21st birthday.

Who’s the tallest?  Jacob

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?  Jacob

Who wanders around in their underwear?  Liz

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?  Liz

What do they tease each other about?  Jacob loves teasing her about her fear of sex.  He claims that she isn’t afraid of anything else, so why should she be afraid of that.  He finds it funny that its so contradictory.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?  Liz will question why he wears the same dirty t shirt every day.  But then again she’s not much better.

Do they have mutual friends?  None.  They sure do have mutual enemies though.  The Deputy being the main one.  They both hate that man with a passion.

Who crushed first?  Jacob most definitely.  He would never admit that though.  He was always impressed by the tough little blonde girl.  Liz despised him at first, but came around.

Any alcohol or substance related problems?  Jacob had a problem once a long time ago, but not anymore.

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?  Neither

Who swears the most? Liz.  But Jacob returns it with equal favor.

#far cry 5 #far cry #fc5 #jacob seed #make the darkness bright #liz palmer #mtdb #far cry 5 fanfiction #john seed #joseph seed #video games

[abbacchiosbelt]

poly gyjo? S/o is trying to share the wonderful news that there will be a new addition to the family in a few months. One of the boys right away thinks they're getting a new horse. (Spoiler alert it's not a horse, honey.)

thank you for this very cute request! ♡

Morning Surprise | Gyro x F!Reader x Johnny

If Gyro or Johnny has noticed that you’ve been sleeping in later and later and taking more naps, they haven’t said anything. It’s not that your boys aren’t observant — they’d certainly learned to be during the race — but you’ve always been prone to sleepiness. Perhaps they’re just chalking up your extra time in bed to the changing weather.

While you certainly do love spending cold fall morning under the covers with your boys, there’s another reason you haven’t been rolling out of bed in the morning with Gyro and have been sleeping in even longer than Johnny usually does. 

The very slight bump to your stomach and the positive pregnancy tests you’d taken answered your questions as to why you’d been so tired weeks ago, but you were waiting for just the right time to tell Gyro and Johnny that you were expecting. The three of you hadn’t been trying for a baby, but you certainly hadn’t been preventing it either. There were already discussions had about the logistics of it all, with the three of you happily agreeing that family was family. 

(Whilst Johnny had hidden his face a little and suggested that maybe Gyro should be the biological father, you and Gyro had kissed him and told Johnny that he’d be just as wonderful a father whether the baby was his or Gyro’s. Gyro just wanted a family)

-

Today was the day you had decided, knowing that your first doctor’s appointment was right around the corner.

The sun had just begun to peek through the blinds when you cracked open your eyes. Gyro’s arm was wrapped around your waist and Johnny’s face was pressed straight into your chest, making you feel a bit bad that you were about to get up… But you were assuaged a little by knowing the surprise you had in store for them.

Johnny barely moves when you get up but Gyro stirs, cracking open one eye.

“Amore?” He says, voice heavy with sleep. You lean down and give him a kiss on the forehead. Once you’ve climbed over Gyro and out of the bed, he tilts his head towards you. “Where are you going? 

“I’m just a little restless, I think I’m going to get a head start on my day. You get some more sleep.” Gyro hums at your reply and closes his eyes, snuggling back into the bed and cradling his arm around Johnny in your place. 

For a brief moment, you think of how nice it’ll be to have your whole little family cuddled up together, a little boy or girl snug between the three of you on cold nights. You slip on one of Gyro’s oversized sweaters and quietly make your way to the kitchen, intent on making some coffee for Gyro. You wouldn’t admit it to him yet, but you missed his sugary coffee drink already. 

With the coffee brewing, you slip on your boots and step outside to get your little surprise going with the help of Valkyrie and Slow Dancer. The money from the race had afforded the three of you a sizeable amount of land with a lovely stable and acres of land for the horses to explore. 

Valkyrie whinnies happily when you open the gates to their enclosure. While the boys normally took care of their horses in the morning, you didn’t mind taking over the routine every once and a while. You figure that you’ll leave the finer aspects of the routine for later — for now, you make sure the horses are fed and ready. Slow Dancer nuzzles into your hand when you go to let her out, dipping her head down to sniff at your stomach. Valkyrie does the same and both of them happily trot after you to the open fields.

The horses, of course, had known you were pregnant weeks ago. Animals just had a way of knowing these things, and even Johnny and Gyro noticed the horses had been prone to following you around as of late. You just teased them and said the horses were feeling sweet on you, but you knew they were being protective. 

You leave the horses to enjoy the morning dew for a moment while you slip back into the house to grab the chalkboard you’d bought and hidden a couple weeks ago. Leaning against the fence, you smile at the horses before carefully writing a message on both boards: ‘We’re going to be big sisters!’

You hang the boards on the front of the fence, knowing you can attract the horses with treats to get them into position once the boys come outside. Smiling to yourself, you go back into the enclosure to give a kiss to each horse.

“Alright girls, I hope you’re ready.” 

Slow Dancer huffs and you give her and Valkyrie another pat before you head back inside.

-

Once you go back inside the kitchen, you give yourself a pep talk internally and think about the exciting news your boys are going to be hearing. You pour two mugs of coffee and carefully carry them into the bedroom, setting them down on the nightstand before you lightly shake Gyro awake.

It only takes a second for Gyro to rouse himself out of sleep and he sits up without thinking, causing Johnny to slide off. You can’t help but giggle at Johnny’s sleepy groan, a sheepish grin rising on Gyro’s face.

“Good morning,” you softly say. “I’ve got coffee for you.”

“’S too early,” Johnny groans, trying to hide under the covers. Gyro looks at you and raises an eyebrow, and you shake your head. Johnny was going to have to be an early bird today. 

“Caro, you’re the last one up today.” Gyro stretches and reaches for the mug, taking a sip and smiling. “Grazie, bella. It’s perfect.”

Johnny grumbles but sits up and leans over Gyro to grab his own cup, sipping quietly. 

“What’s got up you up so early anyway?” Johnny asks, the sleepy edge to his voice making his question sound a little sharp. 

“I couldn’t sleep well. Actually, I was coming to get you two because there’s something really interesting outside.” Johnny seems to perk up and Gyro grins at you.

“Really? There’s something so interesting you thought to wake the grumpiest man on earth up?” Gyro lets out a ‘nyoho’ when Johnny scoffs and rolls his eyes. 

“Mhmm,” you say, swaying back and forth on your feet. “Come look at it with me, please?”

“Of course, cara.” Gyro practically hops out of bed and helps Johnny to his feet before handing him his walking stick. Johnny grunts in thanks and the three of you start to head outside. Butterflies come to life in your stomach as you think about your surprise — oh, you know your boys will be excited but it’s just so nervewracking. It’s life-changing. You can only hope they understand your little announcement. 

Luckily for you, Slow Dancer and Valkyrie were standing in perfect position behind the chalkboard. Holding back a grin, you stop and turn to Johnny and Gyro, raising your eyebrows. 

Both of them stare at the sign for a moment — Gyro squints and it looks like the wheels in Johnny’s head are turning — and then Gyro yelps in excitement.

“Are we getting a new horse?! Is it already here? I want to see it!” Gyro starts off in a sprint to the barn and Johnny calls after him.

Oh no.

“Gyro, wait, that’s not what—oh hell, he’s not gonna listen.” Johnny shakes his head and then turns towards you. “Unless it is?”

“Oh Johnny,” you say, already tearing up. Johnny’s eyes dart towards your stomach and he reaches forward to pull you into a hug, his own eyes starting to fill with water. You can feel his hands shaking but you know it’s just out of nervousness. When he pulls back he’s smiling and god, do you love him so much. “We better go get Gyro…”

Johnny laughs and wipes his eyes but before the two of you can get your more excitable half, Gyro is running back out of the stables with a saddle in hand — and then he sees your face and Johnny’s face and pauses.

“The new horse,” Gyro says, staring at the chalkboard. He looks at you and Johnny, and then back to you before his eyes slide down to your stomach. Gyro’s mouth gapes and then he drops the saddle (earning a grunt of annoyance from Johnny) and he runs at you, picking you up and spinning you around. He puts you down and puts his broad hands on your shoulders, practically vibrating with excitement. “Amore! Caro! We’re going to be parents, yes?

“Yes, dumbass.” Johnny says, a toothy grin on his face. 

“Johnny,” you admonish, but he’s crying again and is Gyro, both of them with wide smiles on their faces. Your heart has never felt so full.

-

There’s a proper discussion later, but the rest of the morning the boys saw fit to take you back to bed and lavish you with the attention that their newly pregnant wife deserved. 

#jjba fic #my writing #steel ball run #fluff #poly gyjo #polyposting #gyro zeppeli #johnny joestar #reader insert #she/her pronouns #pregnancy cw #Anonymous

[deadagainmaevepetre]

AU MEME 🔆PARENT TRAP AU WITH VIV AND EV featuring @evcravens​ & @lavolumnia​

The scissors hang in the air, and shivers with anticipation — or fear. Maeve can’t tell the difference between the two anymore.

“This isn’t going to work,” she breathes.

“Oh, shut up,” her reflection scoffs, “It’s just hair.”

Her reflection reaches out, rough and calloused fingers covering her own. Oh, Maeve keeps forgetting — it’s not her reflection. Her twin might look just like her, but the two are nothing alike, save for one common interest: meeting the parent they never got to know.

“Stop.” Maeve tries to move the scissors out of Miranda’s grip, but Miranda — an athlete who spends most of the day training to become the youngest gymnast to receive an Olympic gold medal — is stronger; her grip does not budge. “If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it on my own.”

“Okay, okay.” Miranda throws her hands in the air as if she’s given up. Maeve is granted a moment of peace and silence, until she’s filled with dread at the sight of Miranda’s sickly sweet smile. She knows what that look means on Miranda.

“If you cut your hair, then we can switch places and you can finally meet your mom,” Miranda purrs, twirling one of Maeve’s wild and waist-length curls around her finger. “But if you don’t…” Miranda wants to give the curl a sharp tug until Maeve gives in. Instead, she lets go and pouts. “I’ll never get to meet my dad.”

It’s almost too easy. Immediately, Maeve’s brow crinkle with compassion for a girl she shared a womb with but barely knows. She bites down on her lip contemplatively, and Miranda can see the the turmoil on Maeve’s entire face. Does she choose her hair — her pride and joy, the focal point of her beauty — or does she choose Miranda’s supposed longing for her father?

What Maeve doesn’t know won’t hurt her. All Miranda really wants is a summer away from her mother, who flits back and forth between hovering concern and fathomless distance. All she wants is to be free, and maybe even eat a whole cake in one sitting.

“Alright, fine.” Maeve hands the scissors to Miranda, and squeezes her eyes shut. “You have to do it though, because I’m about to cry.”

Miranda hides the way gratitude takes flight in her stomach as she holds the scissors an inch above Maeve’s shoulders. “You’re such a baby.”

By the end of it, Maeve is sobbing into her hands and Miranda is rubbing her twin’s back, murmuring words of comfort that suspiciously sound sincere.

———

Once upon a time, there is a princess who lives in a castle by the sea. Each night, the king tells the princess what he calls a bedtime story. The princess doesn’t realize it’s a warning, or a map to the heart of his suffering. For in this story, the dragon wins, and everyone else loses.

The king wonders why the princess does not let him see her paintings. The princess bats her lashes and insists they’re not good enough.

One day, the king enters the room he is forbidden to enter, and sees what she has been trying to hide.

He learns that the princess is talented. The gods have kissed her fingers and the sea has opened her heart to its mysteries; she will tell the world’s story in color and in drawings, and she will find her salvation in art.

But first, the king realizes with horror that the princess only paints his pain. He sees his story on the canvas, told and retold in a thousand different ways. The prince is devoured by the dragon, the prince weeps into the sea, the prince lies at the bottom of a cliff with a broken heart and intact body.

Whatever is left of the king’s heart falls to its knees. He sends the princess to another land, where other princesses will gather and learn to become queens. She will learn to be more than her art, and perhaps she will forget to look for the king’s aching after some time away.

The princess obediently leaves; it is her duty to please and love the king and her people with all that she has. She becomes a favorite of the other princesses, a darling of the land. When a new princess’ arrival is announced, she is elated to make another friend.

She doesn’t expect to see a walking mirror, who looks just like she would (that is, if she decided to act in bad taste and cut her glorious hair, her crowning beauty).

———

It’s time to go, and Maeve won’t let go of Miranda’s hand. “Promise you’ll text me all the time.”

“What, did you start to actually like me?” Miranda teases. Still, there’s a fondness in her voice that wasn’t there at the start of the summer.

When Maeve says, “I love you. You’re my sister," Miranda feels her heart squeeze. Try as she might to pretend Maeve is a nuisance, there’s something lovable about her. It throws her entirely off balance.

Miranda untangles her fingers from Maeve’s. “I’ll text you all the time.” The other girls might mistake her unfeeling voice to be callous and cold; Maeve knows that the words alone are as much tenderness as Miranda will allow.

“Want to go over the plan one more time?” Miranda asks. She doesn’t wait for Maeve’s answer before diving into the details, where emotions are locked away and the air doesn’t get locked up in her throat. “You’ll stay with my mom in Paris, and I’ll go to Verona to meet my dad. Eventually, you’ll tell Maman that there’s a meet in Rome that you’d like to practice at, and I’ll tell Papa that—”

“Daddy,” Maeve corrects her. “We call him Daddy.”

Her nose wrinkles with disdain, but Miranda moves on. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll tell him that there’s an art exhibit in Rome that I want to go to... You still think he’ll go for that?” A rare glimmer of doubt colors her voice. 

“Daddy supports me and my dreams. He’ll go because I asked him to.” There’s a beat of silence before Maeve bats her lashes and smiles wickedly. “I always get what I want from Daddy.”

Miranda scoffs. “You’re going to get your ass whooped by Maman, you better watch it.”

“Maman.” Like she’s sampling a new and foreign dessert, Maeve tests the word out on her tongue. “I can’t believe I’ll finally meet her.”

A wave of regret washes over Miranda at the thought of her mother finding out about their scheme. All she’s known is a mother with a heart hardened to the world, whose soft spot for her daughter still resembles a stone; it’s a direct contrast to the woman she sees in old photographs, where she laughs with her head thrown back and leans into the arm of a dark-haired, lanky man.

Her father — Everett Craven. Daddy.

She’s going to hate calling him Daddy.

“She’ll love you,” Miranda says, uncharacteristically soft. “She does love you.”

The sun catches the tears in Maeve’s eyes, and they sparkle like jewels. How the hell does she do that? She looks both strong and delicate — as if she could withstand any punch you throw at her, but is so sweet that you don’t want to.  Miranda both hates and loves that about her twin. How easy life must come to Maeve.

“I hope so,” Maeve whispers. “I’ve wanted a mom for my entire life.”

Have I ever wanted a father? Miranda wonders. In so many ways, she knows her mother has been a thousand family members at once: the strict and possessive father, the tender and kind mother, the aunt who spoils her when no one’s looking and the uncle who slips her a sip of his vodka. In Vivianne Sloane, Miranda has everything.

Maybe that’s why she is burdened by this slick desperation to prove herself worthy. To become an Olympic gymnast who turns the Sloane name into a legend. To become so great that she can stop trying and sit quietly in the sun, enjoying the smell of wildflowers and the wind tickling her neck. Her mother, who is always fighting and striving to hold the sun in her hand, can rest too. With her.

"Daddy will love you.” Maeve interrupts Miranda’s quiet introspection, as if she can read her twin’s mind. Who knows — maybe she can. “He does that so easily. He loves everyone, and he loves people for who they are. He’s the sweetest, most wonderful man in the world.”

Is that why Maeve is so... Maeve? Why she finds hope in the darkest corners, why she tries to befriend the grumpiest, meanest person at camp — and miraculously does? Because she’s been given the freedom to be herself, whatever that means. Because her father — their father — makes no demand of her before offering his devotion.

Miranda tries to remember the last time her mother said, I love you.

Before the memory comes to her, a car honks and Maeve brightens. “That’s you,” she whispers, turning her head away so the driver doesn’t see her face. “Go, go, go. I’ll see you later.”

Maeve is about to run away before Miranda grabs her hand and pulls her back into a fierce hug. “Tell Maman you missed her.”

“I will. Tell Daddy he got even handsomer while you were away.”

Miranda laughs as she pulls back. “You and your dad sound so weird.”

It’s strange, how she and Maeve can look exactly the same but have wildly different laughs. It’s like comparing a wildfire to candlelight, or a thunderstorm to a sprinkle of bells. Miranda’s laughter shakes her entire body; Maeve just bounces with joy.

“You and your mom seem weird, too. Now, go on. I’ll see you in Rome.”

Miranda waves, not stopping until Maeve has turned a corner. “See you in Rome,” she whispers.

#au meme #i want to tell you everything; i want you to love me for it (everett) #who among us has not been prey? who among us has not been a predator? (vivianne) #HEHE THIS WAS SO FUN! #thank you gracie for sending!!

[halflingdeath]

✩ (sorry I had to do it! we can discuss it if you like)

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Tomi Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Tomi Who actually keeps their word and leaves? I can’t see either or them walking out on each other - not for very long, anyways, and when they come back to each other it’s tears and apologies Who trashes the house? Tomi Do either of them get physical? NEVER How often do they argue/disagree? Rith keeps Tomi in check whenever he tries to steal or lie or pull a fast one on folks, so I can see those arguments short-lived before Tomi gives up the ghost and plays by the rules. “Can’t blame a bloke for tryin’, eh?” Who is the first to apologise? Surprisingly Tomi, he gets it in his head after a while that maybe Rith is too good for him. If he doesn’t treat her the way she deserves to be treated, he might lose her for good - so he apologizes before Rith wises up and walks away

Sex:

Who is on top? Rith I think, Tomi’s more likely to cede control to her Who is on the bottom? Tomi’s absolutely a bottom Who has the strangest desires? Tomi Any kinks? “Oh no! Don’t arrest me, miss! I’ll do anythin’!” “Hmm... anything, you say?” Who’s dominant in bed? Rith Is head ever in the equation? Rith is one of those rare cases where he absolutely would give head if she wanted it instead of claiming to be too tired, and on the other side he’d 110% be down to get a BJ If so, who is better at performing it? Rith Ever had sex in public? Nope Who moans the most? Rith probably Who leaves the most marks? Tomi Who screams the loudest? 'Tough Guy’ Tomi :P Who is the more experienced of the two? I’m banking on Tomi Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Definitely make love Rough or soft? They’ll start out soft but Tomi will want it more rough and ragged towards the end How long do they usually last? I can see it lasting 45 minutes to an hour, especially if Tomi focuses on her for a while Is protection used? The question is, do they want protection? o: Does it ever get boring? I don’t think so Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? I’m not sure if Rith allowed it but I can imagine Tomi trying to convince her to let them fuck in a temple

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? With Rith? I can see him wanting to settle down and have kids at some point. If it were anyone else, he’d say no If so, how many children do your muses want/have? At least one Who is the favorite parent? Tomi Who is the authoritative parent? Rith Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Tomi Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Tomi, but saying “shh! Don’t let mum know or she’ll have my arse, aye?” Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Rith and Tomi. Rith is the supportive parent and Tomi brings the enthusiasm Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Rith, because if Tomi goes then the teacher might lower their standards for the kiddo XD Who changes the diapers? Tomi Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Rith Who spends the most time with the children? Tomi, often enough that he’s considered “the other ragamuffin” she looks after xD Who packs their lunch boxes? Rith Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Tomi would give their teen the standard “that’s the way babies get made, don’t know much about changes and hormones but here’s some handy advice--” “Tomi don’t tell them about that stuff!” Who cleans up after the kids? Team effort Who worries the most? Rith Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? TOMI

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Rith Who is the little spoon? Most of the time Tomi Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? TOMI Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?  Tomi How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? I’m not sure o: Who gives the most kisses? Rith What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Probably trying to make each other laugh or listen to each other Where is their favourite place to cuddle? I’m not sure, I can see Tomi being up for anywhere Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Tomi, only to get surprised if Rith decides to reciprocate :P How often do they get time to themselves? Probably not terribly often if Rith is stuck in the temple, or meeting with Nasher, and if Tomi’s off trying to build an off-brand thieves guild :P

Sleeping:

Who snores? Tomi If both do, who snores the loudest? Tomi Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They would likely share a bed I think If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Cozy up Who talks in their sleep? Tomi What do they wear to bed? Either pajamas, night shirts, or nothing Are either of your muses insomniacs? Since Rith’s an elf and technically doesn’t need sleep, would she count? Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? They’re probably a tangled mess of limbs at some point, especially if Tomi holds on to her like a Koala :P Who wakes up with bed hair? Elven hair is usually immaculate, which leaves Tomi with the messy hair Who wakes up first? Rith Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Tomi tries to prepare breakfast in bed. Rith might eat it just to be nice, but even the toast is beyond recognition XD What is their favourite sleeping position? I can totally see Tomi being the jetpack XD Who hogs the sheets? Tomi Do they set an alarm each night? Can a television be found in their bedroom? Who has nightmares? Is it possible for elves to have nightmares? If anyone does, I’m thinking it’s Rith. Of course she’d have nightmares with the things she saw Who has ridiculous dreams? Tomi Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Tomi Who makes the bed? Rith What time is bed time? Any time Any routines/rituals before bed? Maintenance and hygiene, maybe faith stuff for Rith Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Tomi

Work:

Who is the busiest? Rith, by far Who rakes in the highest income? Tomi, though he may not come by it honestly 100% of the time Are any of your muses unemployed? I don’t think so Who takes the most sick days? Neither Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Neither Who sucks up to their boss? Does Rith count as Tomi’s boss? :P What are their jobs? Tomi’s a hired mercenary and Rith’s a hero for Neverwinter Who stresses the most? Rith Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? I can see Rith’s job weighing heavily on her, while Tomi’s off gallivanting after her being like “Hells yeah! I love this part!” Are your muses financially stable? Yes

Home:

Who does the washing? Tomi Who takes out the trash? Rith Who does the ironing? Who does the cooking? Rith Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Tomi Who is messier? Tomi Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Tomi Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Tomi Who forgets to flush the toilet? NEITHER Who is the prankster around the house? Tomi Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Who mows the lawn? Who answers the telephone? Who does the vacuuming? Who does the groceries? Both Who takes the longest to shower? Rith Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Tomi’s gotta get that hair just right somehow

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Nope - (Tomi winks) How many cars do they own? Do they own their home or do they rent? Own Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Coast Do they live in the city or in the country? City at first but I can see them retiring to the country Do they enjoy their surroundings? Tomi makes wherever he is a home, so it would be up to Rith to find somewhere she enjoys for them both to settle down What’s their song? I’m going by Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros :P Otherwise it would be Don’t You Forget About Me by Simple Minds. (I really need to find more shippy-type songs) What do they do when they’re away from each other? Tomi boasts to whoever would listen about his girl back home and I can imagine Rith would be doing the best she can until she comes back to him Where did they first meet? The temple of Tyr in Neverwinter’s city core How did they first meet? Rith was in search for a henchman and Tomi stepped up - after she offered up a satisfactory sum of money, anyways Who spends the most money when out shopping? Rith, since Tomi’s more likely to find ways to get a ‘discount’ Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Tomi, out of a compulsion to brag Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Tomi would have a giggle while helping her up. “Doin’ awright there, miss Rith? Or should I call you Linu?” Any mental issues? Tomi’s a kleptomaniac, and I can see Rith maybe eventually developing PTSD or depression if she doesn’t already have them? But that’s something I don’t know Who’s terrified of bugs? Rith maybe? Who kills the spiders around the house? Tomi, with a slingshot Their favourite place? Wherever they’re together and not being chased by terrifying monsters :P Who pays the bills? Rith Do they have any fears for their future? Plenty of fears, I think. I can see Carefree Tomi’s attitude sobering up a little more as he commits and accepts responsibility, because Rith shouldn’t be dealing with apprehension for what may come all by herself Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Rith, because Tomi would end up surprising Rith with a burnt dinner Who uses up all of the hot water? Rith? Who’s the tallest? Definitely Rith Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Tomi Who wanders around in their underwear? Tomi Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Tomi What do they tease each other about? Tomi would tease Rith about her goody two-shoes attitude, where I can see Rith poking fun at Tomi’s inflated ego XD Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Not sure o: Do they have mutual friends? Of course! Who crushed first? Tomi was probably head over heels rather quickly, at least by Chapter 2. He can’t help it, she’s a pretty elven miss and she tolerates him longer than most do! Any alcohol or substance related problems? None, I think? Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Tomi, but he won’t make a habit of it if it upsets Rith Who swears the most? TOMI

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Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? They’re both very patient at each other, but it depends in the subject they’re disagreeing about. It doesn’t last long anyways, one of them would give it to the other to simply stop it. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? None. They both have like “abandonment” issues, I think, so for them to threaten to leave would be like stabbing the other one in their back. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Well, shit. If they really reached this point, I think it would be Mhyrcala. She’d come back between the hour tho, because that’s a real bitchy move. Who trashes the house? None. Do either of them get physical? ...It wouldn’t end well if they did How often do they argue/disagree? Probably a lot more when they’re in the surface than while they were at the Underdark. Who is the first to apologise? Mhyrcala, because she probably started the problem anyways.

Sex:

Who is on top? Valen Who is on the bottom? Mhyrcala Who has the strangest desires? Mhyrcala Any kinks? ...Not much. For now, anyways. But the normal spanking, hair pulling, power play, I also can imagine them in some roleplay stuff (no pun intended) Also size difference kink, but that’s more subtle Who’s dominant in bed? They switch time to time, but Mhyrcala loves it when Valen gets the upper hand Is head ever in the equation? Its always in the equation If so, who is better at performing it? Mhyrcala, problably Ever had sex in public? Does the tundra count? Who moans the most? MHYRCALA Who leaves the most marks? This one is a tie, Valen probably leaves a lot of marks in her neck, and Mhyrcala scratches his back like crazy, so... Who screams the loudest? Mhyrcala. Who is the more experienced of the two? Again, Mhyr Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? This one is a switch, it usually depends in how was their day or where they are, even the time of the day. Probably they take more chances to make it rough than soft. Rough or soft? Both? Both. Both is good. Even if Mhyr loves more the roughing up, she melts when he kisses her softly and whispers how much he loves her. How long do they usually last? The whole act or just to reach the first orgasm? The whole act can take them hours or minutes depending of how much time they have to spare. And I don’t fully understand how straight sex works so I’ll say... from 15 to 30 minutes to reach the orgasm together if they aren’t focused in other things. Is protection used? *Clears throat* at this point I’m thinking protection goes against their religion. Medieval times. Does it ever get boring? Probably not, they have a lot of place to experiment. Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Cania, in the middle of the frozing Hell. But since it happened more than once, I’d say that time they got at it right after a killing. 

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? I have the feeling it was a rough conversation, in the end Mhyr expressed she did want children... but the list of conditions was long. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? So far just one Who is the favorite parent? Valen Who is the authoritative parent? Mhyrcala Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Valen Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Valen, but Mhyrcala knows and just lets it slide Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Both Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Both Who changes the diapers? I can imagine Mhyrcala saying one night “Oeskathine the Demonwrestler, go change our child’s diapers” Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? The one with the boobies, Mhyrcala Who spends the most time with the children? They spend a lot of time with them together, actually, they want them to have the childhood none of them had. Who packs their lunch boxes? Valen Who gives their children ‘the talk’? If the kid is a girl, Mhyrcala, if its a boy, Valen.  Who cleans up after the kids? Both Who worries the most? Valen, probably Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Both of them are very tamed when cursing. Then one day aunt Gaelly visits them and they learn every single bad-sounding word in at least common and elvish.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? I think both of them like to Who is the little spoon? Mhyr, but once in a lifetime she lets him be the little spoon Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Mhyrcala. Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Again, Mhyrcala How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? If they have time to cuddle it was probably because they were about to go to sleep anyways, so if it doesn’t end up in sex, they just fall asleep. Who gives the most kisses? Valen What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Besides killing monsters and going to adventures togehter? Valen loves when Mhyrcala reads to him, and Mhyr loves when Valen cooks. Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Bed. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? While cuddling? Any of them, really How often do they get time to themselves? ...next question

Sleeping:

Who snores? Hopefully none of them If both do, who snores the loudest? Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They share a bed If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Cozy up together, maybe in the middle of the night they drift apart Who talks in their sleep? If she went to sleep drunk, Mhyrcala What do they wear to bed? Valen probably either sleeps naked or in her underwear, and Mhyrcala does wear nightgowns (only the pretty and expensive ones) or naked. Are either of your muses insomniacs? Maybe a bit? They’re both used to have to sleep a couple hours then get going. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? On a modern setting, yes, on both sides. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? They hug :3 Who wakes up with bed hair? There’s a reason why Mhyrcala braids her hair to sleep, so this one goes for Valen. Who wakes up first? Valen Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Valen, he’s a romantic What is their favourite sleeping position? If they’re apart, Mhyrcala tends to sleep on fetal position, and Valen I guess sleeps on his side. Who hogs the sheets? They tend to sleep pretty close to avoid this, I have the feeling both of them do it. Do they set an alarm each night? On a modern setting Mhyrcala has just one alarm to wake up, Valen has several alarms Can a television be found in their bedroom? In a modern setting, yes, much probably Who has nightmares? Both Who has ridiculous dreams? All dreams are ridiculous Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? I have no idea Who makes the bed? Mhyrcala What time is bed time? Any time they feel like falling asleep, really.  Any routines/rituals before bed? Mhyr has to brush and losely braid her hair before sleeping, and if they haven’t spent theit day together they just wait for the other to fall asleep. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Both, but Mhyrcala is more vocal about it

Work:

Who is the busiest? Mhyrcala Who rakes in the highest income? Mhyrcala is either the owner of silver mines or the Guild Master in the Thieves’ Guild, its really hard to top that. Unless she decided to drop both. Are any of your muses unemployed? I guess that since being in the surface finding a job for Valen was pretty hard, but he probably ends up as a mercenary of sorts?  Who takes the most sick days? Mhyrcala can afford the luxury. Who is more likely to turn up late to work? None, unless they got... distracted while waking up Who sucks up to their boss? I don’t know what that means lol What are their jobs? Mhyrcala can either be the head of the family business in the silver mines or recover her place as the Guild Master, or simply say “fuck you all” and be a mercenary with Valen, going in adventures together once again Who stresses themost? Mhyrcala Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Mhyrcala would hate to be in charge of the mines, yet the income is huge, but would love to be the Guild Master once again. And Valen gets his job done, its not the highest paid job but he’s the best at it, no doubt. Are your muses financially stable? Mhyrcala has one hell of an inheritance, so yes. Yet it wouldn’t cover a long life of luxury without any income at all, so they’re careful.

Home:

Who does the washing? Both Who takes out the trash? Both Who does the ironing? Mhyrcala Who does the cooking? Valen. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Mhyrcala, KKEP HER AWAY FROM THE KITCHEN, FOR REAL Who is messier? They’re both pretty clean Who leaves the toilet roll empty? I have the feeling men are the ones who do this the most, so let’s say Valen Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? It depends, on a daily basis none, but If Mhyrcala is really done with the world she’ll leave everything in the floor. Who forgets to flush the toilet? Their kid? Who is the prankster around the house? The kid. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Both, thn proceed to say “I swear I left them in (place)”, then the other answers with something in the lines of “I clearly isn’t there!” Who mows the lawn? Valen Who answers the telephone? Valen, so if someone is calling from job looking for her he can simply say she’s not avaible. Who does the vacuuming? Mhyrcala Who does the groceries? Both Who takes the longest to shower? Mhyrcala Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Both have long ass morning routines

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? No How many cars do they own? Probably one each Do they own their home or do they rent? It can be either Mhyr’s family house or a little home for their own family Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? This is a hard one... probably deep in the countryside, less problematic. Do they live in the city or in the country? I guess they live for a very short period of time in the city, then fly away to the country side when everything is said and done Do they enjoy their surroundings? Yeah What’s their song? Doom by Deekin. Just kidding, but I guess both muns have to discuss this one tho What do they do when they’re away from each other? Modern setting? Call every night if any of them is in a long trip. Normal setting they just cross their fingers and pray to whatever god for them to return home safely. Where did they first meet? In the Underdark How did they first meet? “Are you sure, Seer? What do we know about this... this woman? She could be the death to us all!”  Who spends the most money when out shopping? The one who not only barely struggled with money, but also the one who loves expensive things: Mhyrcala. Who’s more likely to flash their assets? To each other? Both. To the world... they’re pretty tame. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? None Any mental issues? You mean aside from having trouble sleeping, PTSD, abandonment issues, and Mhyrcala’s big ass daddy issues? None at all Who’s terrified of bugs? Mhyrcala, if she  sees one she kills it in the spot Who kills the spiders around the house? Both Their favourite place? Anywhere when they can have time to be together, from their bedroom to a clearing in the woods. Probably the clearing is their favorite since they can take their kid with them. Who pays the bills? Mhyrcala Do they have any fears for their future? This is a big topic they both tend to actively ignore Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Valen, wine candles and all that jazz  Who uses up all of the hot water? Mhyrcala, no doubt Who’s the tallest? In-game Mhyrcala reaches his chest, but she’s actually a bit taller than that. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Both Who wanders around in their underwear? Both, until they have their kid, they live alone after all and any time and place around the house is a good time and place to bone Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Actually I have no idea about this one What do they tease each other about? Mhyrcala teases him a lot about his horns with terrible puns, lol, Valen on the  other hand has a lot of room to go with her excentricities in haircare and need of high tier things. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Mhyrcala at Valen, for sure Do they have mutual friends? Yes, Nathyrra, Deekin, the Seer, Imloth... Who crushed first? Mhyrcala, Valen was worried for a long time of her turning her back on them Any alcohol or substance related problems? Nope, to my knowledge at least Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Mhyrcala Who swears the most? Mhyrcala when they have sex lol

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Second Chance at Forever - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 of this year’s entry for the @dwsecretsanta, my present to @wordsintimeandspace!  Beta’d by the always-kind @stupidsatsuma​

@doctorroseprompts​ and @timepetalscollective​ as an AU fic

General warnings for: alcohol use, cursing, discussions of sexual activities

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Summary

Once upon a time, a boy and girl met at a bar and fell in love - until he ghosted her.

Five years later Rose Tyler’s best friend Mickey is getting married, and arranges a dinner for her to meet the groomsman she’ll be walking with - unaware that the two already know each other.

John Noble’s not sure how his friend and mentee managed to connive with the Universe to bring the One Who Got Away back into his life; all he knows it carefully built and maintained walls are crashing to the ground with no warning.

Feeling terrible, John picked at the chips.  “I have no idea why my card was declined, I’m so sorry.”

“It was my turn anyway.”  Seemingly nonplussed, Rose was chowing down on her own order, and he realized she must have skipped lunch.  Too busy crying over you.  Again.  Jackass.

“You’re too forgiving.”

Rose’s fork paused halfway to her mouth, before slowly lowering.  “Clearly, we have communication issues,” she started, staring down at her chips.  “And trust issues.  And you-thinking-too-hard is a problem.  But… I still think it’s worth pursuing.  I still want to find out what we’re capable of.  Do you?”

“Yes,” he said firmly, leaning forward and reaching for her hand, which she gave willingly.  “I meant it, when I said it was you.  And there hasn’t been anyone else since we first met, by the way.”

Her eyes widened, grip tightening on his hand.  “Not for me, either,” Rose breathed.  “I… really liked you, John.”

“What about now?”

She was silent for long moments, making his heart race with worry.  “I’m falling,” she finally spoke. “Hard, and fast.  And that terrifies me, because the last time you just up and disappeared on me.  I can’t… I can’t give myself to you if I still think there’s a chance you’ll vanish again.”

“I won’t,” he promised softly, thumb rubbing over the back of her hand.  “I swear to you.  How can I make you believe me?”

“Time.  That’s why I want to wait until after the wedding.  That’s what I need.”  She met his eye then, a steely glint there, and he knew he couldn’t change her mind even if he wanted to.

“Then that’s what you’ll get.  Can I make a revision to our original agreement, however?”

Rose’s eyes narrowed, but she nodded.  “Depends – what is it?”

“You said ‘friends’,” he started slowly.  “I want to say dating.  Exclusively.  And nothing physical, that’s fine, I’m not trying to talk you out of it – but it might help you to know that as far as I’m concerned, we’re together.  If that’s what you want.  So if people ask, you can say you have a boyfriend – they don’t need to know what is or isn’t happening in the bedroom.”

“You want to be my boyfriend?” Rose laughed, throwing her head back, and he was momentarily stunned by her beauty.

“Are you sure you want me?” he countered.  “I’m twenty years older than you, Rose.  Is that really what you want for your future?  I must be about your parents’ age.”

“You are,” she shrugged.  “But I don’t care.  Really, I don’t.  Because I see you, John.  I see the man you are.  That’s what I want.  I just… I knew.  I knew.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

Rose shook her head, biting her lip.  “It’s not about deserve.”

“If you say so.”  He picked up another chip, gesturing for her to continue eating.  “What will your parents say, though?  I actually don’t know much about them, you’ve never said.”

She barked out a laugh, glancing around carefully at the other patrons.  Other than them, only two or three others were scattered at the tables, none paying them a lick of attention and seemingly too far away to hear their conversation.  “Erm, they’re your age actually – they had me at twenty.  Um, they’ve been married since.  Mum used to do hairdressing and stuff, was pretty good at it – now she’s a homemaker, I guess.  We lived on an Estate until I was… about four.”

Rose licked her lips, looking nervous, and he squeezed her hand.  “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“My dad’s always been sort of an inventor, having these mad ideas.  None of them went anywhere for the longest time, until… he created this brand of health drinks.”

“It did well then?”

She snorted, rolling her eyes.  “Ever heard of Vitex?”

John’s eyes went wide, staring at her in disbelief.  “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“You’re Pete Tyler’s daughter?”

“Yep.  And thank you, for not calling me ‘the Vitex heiress’.  I hate that.”

He shook his head, trying to process this revelation.  Of course he’d heard of Vitex, everyone had. It was the best-selling health drink, and his unofficial experiments and testing of the beverages showed that while the benefits were modest, it certainly wasn’t a scam as the company’s opponents liked to claim.  Its business practices were also respectable, heavily supporting various charities and reinvesting in the community.  There were mumblings about Pete Tyler eventually running for a seat in the House of Commons, and maybe even being Prime Minister someday.

“I had no idea.”

“Thanks,” she grinned wryly.  “I may’ve grown up with money most of my life, but it was just… there.  My parents still brought me up as though it could disappear any second; I certainly wasn’t raised in the lap of luxury.  I went to a good school, but I still had crappy summer jobs and had to earn spending money.  My brother, on the other hand…”

“Do you live at home?” John asked, curious.  “At least, that was the impression I got the first time round.”

“I did then,” Rose confirmed, “but after I graduated uni I moved out.  They bought me a nice flat as a graduation gift, but I’ve been living on my salary since.”

His brow furrowed, filtering that in with what he’d already known.  “I thought you were already working when we met.”

“Yeah, but it was summer,” she explained.  “Internship.”

“Oh.”

“Does it bother you?”

“What?”

“My age.”  Rose crossed her arms, leaning forward on the table as she steadily met his gaze.  “You keep thinking it’s an issue for me… is it really a problem for you?”

John exhaled.  “I’m forty-six, Rose.  I’m a year older than your father.  What’s he going to think?”

“So that’s a yes then,” she deduced, and he couldn’t quite bring himself to deny it.  “Okay.”

“I’m falling too, Rose,” he murmured, closing his eyes.  “Desperately.  You’re not the only one afraid the other’s going to find something better.”

“So where do we go from here?”  Rose looked tired, toying with her fork and stabbing chips without lifting them to her mouth.  “What next?”

“We keep dating?”  John rubbed his hands over his face, trying to think.  “And we just… talk, I suppose.  It’s like you said – it just needs time.  Then we reevaluate after the wedding.”

“All right.”

Rose still looked sad, and hurt, and his heart ached.  “Hey.”  He extended his hands across the table, palms up, and after a long look she settled her own on top.  “There’s no one else’s hand I’d rather hold.”

She attempted a grin, and though it was still sad, it was genuine, and he smiled back.

“Okay.”

When Rose walked into the office the next morning, Donna was already seated at her desk and on the phone, arguing with a vendor.

She waved, and Rose nodded in return, wincing as Donna’s voice raised.  She was an excellent assistant, hard-working and organized, exactly what Rose’s occasionally-scatterbrained personality needed to keep her on track.  But she was scary, and Rose was always thankful when Donna’s yelling wasn’t directed at her.

Twenty minutes later, once Rose had grabbed a cuppa and started going through her emails, Donna rapped on the half-opened door.

“Come in.”

“So…” her assistant prompted, settling on one of Rose’s guest chairs.  “What happened after you left yesterday?  No dirty details, I don’t need that much information about my big brother, but otherwise, tell me everything.”

“Uh…” Rose shuffled a few papers, coughing awkwardly.  “Were you able to-”

“The Emerson meeting is fully scheduled, I sent the Robertson’s documents to the printers, and arranged all three potential-client meetings for next week.  Work is fine.  Talk personal,” Donna ordered.  “The curiosity is killing me.  The idea of you and John is at the same time mind-boggling and perfectly obvious.  I can’t believe I didn’t think of setting you up first.”

“What do you know?” Rose asked, biting her lip.

“‘Know’ might be a bit strong, but I have a few facts that I suspect are all relevant.  One – Five years ago I stand John up for drinks, and the next afternoon he calls and thanks me.  That’s beyond strange.  Two – for the following week every time I talked to him, he sounded like he was on Cloud Nine – which is impressive, considering he can be the grumpiest bastard I’ve ever met.  Three – he shows up on my doorstep at one in the morning blitzed, moaning and grumbling on about some girl’s heart I somehow broke.  Four – he hasn’t had a relationship since.  Five – in the last three weeks, he has reverted to cavity-causing-sweet happy John.  Six – he spent all of lunch yesterday telling me about all the places he’s been lately, which is surprising for a bloke who basically leaves his flat to go to work.”

“Wow,” Rose blinked at the veritable waterfall of information.  “I… don’t even know where to start with that.”

“The beginning’s usually a good place,” Donna drawled.

“The beginning,” she repeated, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her stomach.  “Okay.  Um, we met five years ago at a club, on a night when you cancelled on him at the last moment.  We were together for almost two weeks when he stood me up and completely ghosted me.  A month ago we met again at a dinner for our mutual friends, Martha… something, Jones I think, and Mickey Smith.  We’re supposed to walk together in the wedding.”

Donna’s face dropped.  “Wait, what?  He ghosted you?”

“Yep.”

“That idiot!” she burst out, to Rose’s surprise.  “I’ve seen you two together for about thirty seconds, but I know you, and I know him, and you must be the best fucking thing to ever happen to him.  And he just- moron.”

“Thank you?”  Rose was touched by her vote of confidence.  “D’you really think so?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“The age difference?”

“So what?  Who cares?”  Rose’s eyebrow shot up, and she nodded.  “Of course he does.  Cause he’s an idiot.  Does it bother you?”

“No.  But he… seems to think I’ll want to trade him in for a younger model somewhere along the way.”

“Will you?”

Slowly, Rose shook her head.  “No.  I… well…”

Comprehension sparked in Donna’s eyes, and she nodded wisely.  “I see.  But as smart as he is- and he is, certified genius, him- he’s a right bloody idiot.  And a prat.”

“Thanks.”  The women shared a smile.

“What if…” Rose started, biting her lip in worry.  She considered Donna to be a friend, if only casually, but now she was John’s sister.  Would she keep Rose’s confidence?

“Donna your assistant’s perfectly capable of keeping secrets from Donna his sister,” Donna said, seemingly reading her mind.  “And I’m actually the perfect person to talk to, considering I know him.  Then so long as I can bully him into telling me things, then maybe I can keep you two goobers from another miscommunication.”

“What if he wants someone older?” she blurted.  “Someone his own age.”

Donna’s eyebrow shot up, and she gave her an incredulous look.  “Know a lot of blokes who’d trade younger women for older ones, do you?  In my experience, it’s usually the other way around.”

She shrugged, slumping.  “John’s not like that.  At least, I don’t think so.  He says he wants me, but… he said that the first time.  How do I know he’s not going to get scared again?”

“I can’t promise that,” Donna said quietly.  “But I can say this- he really likes you, Rose.  If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be this torn up about it all.”

Rose nodded, blinking her eyes to chase away tears.  “Thanks.”

“What’re you going to do?”

“Keep seeing each other.  After Martha and Mickey’s wedding at the end of the year we’re going to reevaluate.”

Donna merely smiled, looking down at her notebook and shuffling a few papers.  “One last thing before we focus on work…”

“Shoot.”

“We should go shopping together somewhere along the line so I can make sure John picks out a nice ring for you.”

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