#I love you extremely vague and open ended prompts

[cartoon-skeleton]

I feel like such a pretentious fuck trying to explain why I haven’t started my third set of paintings for my senior project lmfao BRO I HAVE TO HAVE A VISION!!!!!! I wish I was joking. I have to have a vision at 3 am or some other random ass moment of time. okay!!!!!!!

[patrophthia]

Hey beeeeeeee!!!

Decided to join the 1k followers eventtt!! Oh and congrats on 1k!!

Can I request a Theodore Nott x fem!reader fic based on the prompt "but... I thought you loved me" fluff pls

Sorry if it's super vague xx Thank youuu!!

ps: happy endinggg

Love you and your work 😍

HI BABES!!!! thank you for sending this end and im sorry it took so long ive been a bit busy with school work!! but here it is!!

thought you loved me | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, just crack/humor, chaotic reader!

part of my 1k followers event !

You're weird. Not in a way where you'd randomly stand up on a table and scream weird. But more like convincing people that you were your boyfriend and him you weird. Like asking Theodore if he'd like to drink Polyjuice portions and switch bodies with you for a day just for the shit and giggles weird. 

He thought he knew what he signed up for when he started dating you but it seemed like you find new ways to surprise him everyday. 

The two of you are standing in the middle of a shop, looking over all the ingredients one would need for the Polyjuice with a hovering hand over each container. "Why not?" 

"Because it's ridiculous," he says easily. "Not to mention the potion is extremely time consuming to brew." 

"If you're worried about that then I'd do all the work," you tell him, "just give me a hair then spend the day with me as me!" 

He tries to be stern. "Baby," he says first, trying to soften the blow; Theodore wasn't the biggest on pet names only ever using it to convince you to not do something stupid. "No." 

"No?" You repeated after him. "But I thought you loved me?" 

You're evil. You're weird and evil. For you to play with his heart knowing full well he'd give in to because of such simple words is just plain evil. "I do love you, just not enough to let you freely walk in my body."

Your brows furrows, you absentmindedly handing over a basket of ingredients into Theodore hands. "Why not?"

"Cause I know you." He takes it without a word. "You'd probably sign me up for something time consuming and I'd have to spend the rest of year with it." 

Okay. Fair point. If given the chance you'd probably —definitely— do something like that if you'd found it funny enough to do. "Okay," you sigh, feigning upset. "If you didn't love me just say that." 

"Babyyy." Theodore whines. He actually whines. Because he's so love with you and he knows that once you've set your mind on something, you were going to get it no matter what you had to do. "I love you, I just don't want to be you." 

"Oh so now you hate me too?" You scoff, biting back a laugh when Theodore shuts his eyes at your words. "I see how it is." 

He opens one eye back up, peeking at you. Your eyes meet, the corner of his lips curving upwards as did yours. "Fine," he says finally, "I'll drink your stupid potion." 

You don't have enough time to celebrate when he adds: "but I'm brewing the thing myself. I love you but I'd rather not die because you brewed it improperly." 

And seeing that Theodore was the top of the class in potions, who were you to disagree with your very intelligent boyfriend?

[genshin-scenarios]

caught! - maid!heizou x reader

Summary: you’re a regular citizen (in a vague royalty-historical AU) who’s recently hired a maid! Heizou is charismatic and dependable, but one day you come home, discovering his real motives and occupation. 

Wordcount: 1.4k+

Adopt a Wanderer: Digital Store / Red String of Fate Prompt List

If it wasn’t for you moving from a small village to Inazuma city, you never would’ve been able to justify hiring a maid. 

You aren’t someone who can afford this in the long-term, after all. But you have to admit that having Heizou’s help with unpacking, settling down, and maintaining the house while you start at your new workplace has been a godsend. 

Most days, you’d be lucky if you returned home with any energy left at all. Heizou would always leave dinner on the table for you after he finishes his shift. He’s been nothing but kind and patient as you peppered him with questions about groceries and how to navigate around, along with your awkward first-meeting where your home was empty save for a few boxes and zero furniture.

All in all, you’re extremely grateful. And now that you’re starting to get used to city-life, it was about time to consider when to end Heizou’s freelance contract; you’d love to keep him around, but your future plans require some savings. As such, today you bought takeout from what you learned is Heizou’s favourite restaurant, hoping to treat him to a better meal by the end of his term. Perhaps you could stay friends after that, but you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself:

“Heizou? I’m back.” You push open the door with your foot, arms occupied with takeout boxes and other belongings. “I brought…”

You’d normally return to a greeting and Heizou busying about, but there’s no-one in sight right now. 

Odd. Maybe he left to throw something out. There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realise he might have left early after finishing his work, since you didn’t tell him about your plans aside from a simple ‘there’s no need to cook today’.

Setting down the food on the dining table, you step around quietly to check the other rooms. The longer you wander in the silence, the more random scenarios fly through your head with burglars or some other incident. There’s one door left—the storage room—but when it swings open with a loud thunk against the wall, you’re dumbfounded at the sight of Heizou changing, halfway through taking off a shirt.

“I—I’m so sorry!” You squeak and immediately slam the door close, dashing away. 

You’ve seen Heizou dressed in casualwear before, but you don’t think he’s ever worn that particular top. It was dark in colour, almost like a uniform for a different job, with a golden crest that…

Heizou exits the storage room, ears dusted with a slight pink as he coughs into his fist. “Master, you’re back early!” He tries to smile, but the ribbon on his maid dress is a little crooked and he looks out of breath. “Is that ramen I smell? I can’t mistake it—you brought back dinner from the tonkotsu place I recommended!”

“Heizou…” Your brow furrows in an effort to remember what he was wearing seconds ago. “Why did you change back into your uniform? It looks like you finished all the chores already.”

“Whaaat? No… I haven’t dusted the windows today!” He steps forward to lead you back to the kitchen, throwing a glance back at the storage room where he’s forgotten to turn off the lights. “I’ll just tidy up before catching up with you—”

“That was a Tenryou Commission crest, wasn’t it?” You finally make the connection, remembering it from when you visited their office earlier in the day. But why would Heizou…

Heizou’s smile strains. “I… suppose it is.” You can tell he’s making a bajillion calculations in his head; a stressed version of the Heizou who’d ramble to you about mysteries and theories. “I can explain.”

“You don’t have to if you can’t.” You raise your palms. “I won’t question what a Tenryou officer is doing.” In your house, though? You highly doubt Heizou would need a side job. Horror washes over you, realising that you might’ve been a subject of investigation. “I’m not in trouble, am I? I swear that anything I might’ve complained about isn’t—”

“It’s not that, but you can’t tell anyone I’m an officer!” Heizou’s grip on your shoulders pulls you back to reality. Seeing his panic, you’re struck by the reminder that secret-officer or not, he’s still the Heizou you’ve known in the past two months. “I’m not exactly here on official business.”

“You can’t tell me you were just considering changing jobs.”

“Not at all—but I’m part of the investigation team and there’s a case that I can’t solve using regular means.” Heizou surmises. “Head Kujou might wring me out for going independent, but I’ve been making progress and I really need to maintain my cover as your maid.”

You maintain eye contact, and it’s awful how Heizou’s desperate expression is enough to disarm you.

“Is there anything I need to know before I agree?” Your shoulders sag, but Heizou lights up at the hints of agreement in your attitude. “No one’s going to get hurt, right?”

“No innocent bystanders, nor you.” He promises easily. Aside from his current maid dress, you can easily imagine Heizou in the Tenryou Headquarters solving crimes. No wonder he’s always had a confident charm. “If you were ever at risk, I’d leave your hair without a trace.”

You notice the pattern in his speech. “But what about yourself?”

“Huh?”

“Are you likely to get hurt?” You frown. And for a moment, Heizou’s capable aura wavers, freezing as he tries to come up with an answer. 

“I’m quite adept in combat, so there’s no need to worry.” His grin is a little less practised now. “It’s part of my job.”

Instead of giving him a direct yes however, you purse your lips and continue into the living room, starting to unpack the food. 

“I’ll overlook your lack of personal-concern if you’ll eat with me.” You say. You’re not close enough to Heizou to start giving him a speech, but he reads your effort to connect and his mouth tugs into a small, gentle smile. 

“How can I refuse my Master?” Heizou gets the cutlery, putting a kettle on the stove to boil tea as he sets the table up quickly. “Let me plate the dishes before they get cold. I’m still being paid for this, after all.”

“Where did you learn to do all this?” You tilt your head curiously. “I didn’t suspect you at all.”

Heizou makes a guilty hum. “I just did regular cleaning like I would at home. I believe the only reason you didn’t notice my blunders was because you were too stressed yourself.” He sets the bowl of premium ramen before you. But surprises you by picking up chopsticks and raising a mouthful of noodles to your lips. “Say aaah.”

You back away in embarrassment. “This isn’t part of—”

“The food is getting cold, Master~”

Helpless against his teasing, you sigh and lean in to let Heizou feed you. When he continues this for another few minutes, you finally reach your limit and demand that he eats with you, earning you a laugh that finally sounds like his usual self.

“Thank you.” Heizou says, calling you by your real name. You feel like a sort of barrier has been lowered with that simple act. “I won’t burden you with my work, so if anything happens I’ll send an actual maid to replace me, however long you need.”

“Would it be childish to say I’d only want you?” You admit, catching Heizou off-guard. “I was actually thinking that I’ll need to end our contract soon, since I can’t afford maids long-term. But I was considering extending it just because the house might feel empty.” And if earlier is anything to go by, you definitely aren’t used to coming back to an empty home anymore. 

“Well… In that case…” Heizou holds his chin. “Part of the reason I’m here is because your location is good for keeping tabs. Maybe we can figure something out.”

Roommates? “I don’t know, what if we get too used to it?” You joke, taking Heizou’s outstretched hand and shaking on it. “Housemates it is, until you fulfil your job for the greater good.”

“Do you think my work is so noble?” He muses. 

Maybe not his work, but certainly him.

“You simply remind me of the heroic type.” You say lightly. “Stopping criminals even with a broom, or while you’re mopping the floor.”

Weeks later, you find out (ironically,) that your statement couldn’t ring more true.

[whumpbug]

hi bug!

for your boys, just a thought: a moment where archie has to patch simon up. role reversal. like if simon tried to protect his boy and got himself hurt, and now he has to talk archie through patching him up.....

your boys are so lovely. i can't wait to see them get whumped to bits in the event!!!

- @whump-kia

kia this was genuinely such a blast to write that it ended up a tad longer than i originally planned for, thank you SO much for the prompt (˃ᆺ˂) i hope u like it as much as i loved writing it because these boys are SILLY.

to anyone else: see this post for character info!

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There was a rumor circulating that there was an “inconspicuous medical student” spotted “aiding the activities of a notorious vigilante” in the city, and it was safe to say the crime lords and such were not happy about it.

The rumors were true, of course, but it didn’t make them any easier to deal with.

And Simon was currently dealing with them.

He should have known his extremely selfless and abundantly kind nature towards Archie would come back to bite him in the ass.

He’d be sure to rub it in Archie’s face when he saw him again.

“You’re the kid that’s been helping that little punk, aren’t you?” The man spat in Simon’s face as he shoved him up against the wall.

Judging by the way he was dressed and the way he smelled, Simon had half a mind to assume he was a goon from the drug ring Archie had been after for some time now.

Fortunately, the guy clearly wasn’t the brightest. No experienced lackey would start heckling a target in the middle of an open alley way without checking if anyone was around first.

Unfortunately, the guy was quite a bit stronger than Simon and there really wasn’t anyone around after all.

Just my luck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Simon spewed back, struggling against the man’s grasp.

The man’s hand tightened around Simon’s neck and the gravity of the situation began to sink in.

He was alone in this alley. Sure, he had used the emergency button on his watch that sent signal to Archie as soon as he recognized he was in danger, but it had been a good amount of time and Archie was.. nowhere to be found.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” The man shouted, sending a knee slamming into Simon’s gut. “You’re going to tell me everything you know!” Another knee to his middle sent him stumbling back and doubling over.

“I don’t.. don’t know anything..” Simon sputtered, coughing harshly and tasting metal.

Simon knew he was in hot water. He had no combat training, so self defense skills, and despite being decently fit, he was no where near the league of a guy who beat people up for a living. He needed to get out of there as fast as possible.

Alright Simon, c'mon. Focus. You can handle this. Just think.

Before Simon could form another coherent thought, a fist connected with his face that sent him reeling. Blood began leaking from his nose all down his mouth, and he choked on the taste. Before he could recover, his whole body was rammed against the brick wall and his arm was pulled awkwardly behind him. 

The punch had left him dazed, so dazed that he didn’t recognize the sound of two other guys approaching the scene.

“For god’s sake, don’t kill the kid! Rough him up, get some information, but don’t kill him. We'll have more use for him later,” A deeper voice chided.

Simon heard vague mutters of obedience before he felt his arm being strained again.

“Alright kid, since I’m feeling so nice, I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Answer the question and you’ll be on your way,” The man sneered. Simon could hear muffled snickers behind him, but couldn’t quite get the angle to look. “What is the little punk’s real name.”

He knew he should be sizing up the scene and determining the best course of action, but goddamn his arm hurt. He could feel every tendon being strained at the orientation the man had it at.

Still, no matter what, he wasn’t going to sell out Archie. Archie would come. He always did.

“N-No idea,” Simon spat, stomping on the man’s toe in an attempt to buck out of the hold.

Unfortunately, the man was still significantly stronger than Simon, so his attempt at retaliation only served in angering him further.

“You little—“ The man growled, before twisting Simon's arm and yanking it fully out of its socket.

Simon let out a stuttering wail as the pain temporarily blinded him. Suddenly, his head was being slammed against the wall again and he couldn’t figure out what was hurting more now: his head, his arm, or his stomach.

He was almost sure he was done for, until he heard a familiar shout and the sound of a fist connecting with a face.

Took him long enough.

Simon let himself slide down the wall once the man was pulled off of him, cradling his aching shoulder as he watched. Through hazy vision, he saw Archie made quick work of the lackeys. It was a flurry of hollers and yelps and limbs flying, but eventually, Archie emerged unscathed and rushed right over to Simon.

“I’m so sorry I was late! I was working, and I didn’t see the alert and— oh god, your arm!” He blurted, hands awkwardly hovering over Simon, a complete contrast to the ruthless machine he had been not a few seconds earlier.

Simon wanted to be mad, he really did. The emergency alert was there for a reason, after all. But how could he stay angry when Archie was looking at him with such sincere concern and regret. Simon sighed.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.. it’s dislocated, but I’m pretty sure it’s not broken so we won’t need to go to the hospital,” Simon explained.

Archie gave a small huff of relief.

“You do, however, need to help me pop it back into place.”

Archie blanched.

“Pop it back into place?! Isn’t that dangerous?! I don’t know what I’m doing!” He babbled.

“Relax, I’ll walk you through it. It’s not that hard. You just have to kinda.. push it until it feels right. I’ll let you know,” Simon replied, absurdly calm for the situation at hand.

“..Ok..” 

Simon carefully instructed Archie on where to place his hands and where to push in, and after a bit more coaxing, they were ready.

“Alright. Don’t give me a countdown. You have to just do it, or else I might tense up involuntarily and that could— URGH!”

A sickening snap reverberated from Simon’s offending limb.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! You said not to give you a countdown!” Archie mewled, pulling his hands away as if he’d just been burned.

“It’s fine.. it’s.. I’m good.. you did good,” Simon placated, squeezing his eyes shut at the lingering pain.

“Okay.. okay, that’s done. We should get you back to your apartment and patched up.. that black eye looks.. pretty rough..”

“Don’t I know it..”

Archie tenderly helped Simon to his feet, and supported the taller’s man weight with ease.

“Thanks for not, uh, selling me out by the way..” Archie murmured, as they began their arduous journey back to Simon’s home.

“Well, what type of ‘inconspicuous medical student’ would I be if I just went around telling everyone how I ‘aid the activities of a notorious vigilante’?” 

“...You’re an idiot.”

Simon grinned. Yep. All worth it.

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[eremorte]

You literally always send the best asks, so we’ll thought through and I’ve never seen you ask someone the same thing twice so I figured I’d sent you one

If you could write more seasons / specials / webisodes / crossover for eah what would the plot be for each?

Keep in mind that Mattel would still have to approve it so don’t go crazy with dark lore + queer ships but definitely can add more than what was originally in the series - or you can completely discard this and do what you want. Rules are made to be broken.

I would actually love to hear this extremely detailed if you had lots of ideas

I have been terrified of an ask like this one gracing my inbox. (Still grateful). As much as I ponder the franchise I haven’t thought of much that would objectively move the plot forward. What I’ve been obsessing over are the cracks in explanation or how plain everyone is in a world filled with magic.

Firstly, thank you? One of the reasons I haven’t asked anything twice is because if anyone wants to answer the prompt they are free to (Please do, I beg y’all). And because I figure people have already suggested these ideas already but outright saying “Hey, I want you to answer” appears to work best.

I really like asking people things! But it takes a while when a person has no clear prompt for questions ("asks are open" is vague in this bottleneck of a fandom). Or I see content on their blog that already answer a question I might’ve asked/not involved with other fandoms on said blog.

Also like, the asks I’ve gotten before were objectively a challenge so I just thought that was the bar…

I will say right now I don’t like crossovers so I don’t have many ideas regarding that (Even with g1 monster high).

So webisode ideas….

An episode in which Kitty either apologizes or doubles down on what she did in a Cat who Cried Wolf. (Let’s be clear, the consequences for Cerise would have been worse than death. I am still bitter) (and have also forgotten most of the books if this is ever rectified).

A few episodes where Apple and Raven don’t appear at all and also doesn’t introduce anyone new (they aren’t bad, I’m just bored of them appearing in everything).

Conversely, a few episodes where it focuses on the fact that allegedly Raven and Apple have a social circle outside of their room mate.

(Raven Maddie Cerise and Cedar)

(Apple Briar Ashlynn and Blondie)

An episode on what Apple and Maddie do as co presidents

(any extracurricular episode really)

An episode focusing on the brothers Grimm. I noticed that after Spring Unsprung continuity from the specials doesn’t seem to matter to webisode continuity. So it probably won’t delve into the resentment Giles has built up from being trapped. The next best alternative is something involving Milton’s obsession with the unicorns. Maybe Milton lost a unicorn but is too embarrassed to announce it and sends Giles (or Giles notices on his own and helps anyway) to find it.

And an episode where Ginger has to reconstruct something on her gingerbread cottage and Cerise and Ramona are enlisted to help her.

A boys only episode. Idc what the plot is.

Full salt ahead…

An episode where either Duchess or Ramona call out Poppy on her apparent Roybelness. (Ramona mostly, and then when Poppy reveals the sister secret Ramona is still annoyed, and points out that Grimm probably wouldn’t force them to switch places if he knew at this point (because you don't need two Rapunzel's, but you need at least one Badwolf). Cerise is the reluctant peace keeper)

Oh and also an episode where people eventually hear about the Red/Badwolf romance (friendship?) but mistakenly attribute it to Cerise and Ramona somehow. Obvious it gets cleared up by the end.

If nothing else a picnic date between Ramona and Red.

It seemed towards the end we would have gotten something focused on the hood-badwolf sisters. I'm not sure if the reveal of the secret and acceptance is what I want. I would want a special wholly dedicated to the reform school. Or at least, whatever Ramona did to her sent there.

Because it feels kinda annoying to shove the whole arc of acceptance into 45 minutes start to finish. And nothing in the show explicitly conflicts with Cerise revealing her secret to Hood Hollow (Unfairest of them All) which is objectively the bigger fish for them, compared to the populous of Ever After High, so, I'd be bored watching it. Besides even if in show canon Cerise didn't do what she did. It'd still be just the high school they focus on.

Given how the webisodes are formatted I would've preferred they dealt with the reveal that way (or like how they did THD). The tension between uploads would help.

[dreamy625]

Contrary to popular opinion - ficlet

I wrote something silly

Words: 1381

Content: Little bit of swearing

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“So we’re really going to do this then?”

“We agreed it’s time, didn't we? But we don’t have to, if you’re getting cold feet?”

“No, you’re right. It’s been nearly two years, we can’t keep hiding it. I just worry how they’re going to react.”

“They’re our mates and they love us. Well, sort of. They might be shocked at first, but I think they’ll be okay with it once they get used to the idea. And if they aren’t, well, fuck ‘em!”

“Yeah, fuck ‘em!” echoed Steve, with more resolve than he really felt. 

“Ready?”

Steve nodded and reached out his hand to grasp Phil’s. 

“Here we go then.” With his other hand, Phil pushed open the door to the Rec room and greeted the rest of the band. “Morning, everyone!”

There was a chorus of ‘morning’s and ‘how do’s from the various band members and techs scattered around the room, and an unintelligible grunt from Sav, who hadn’t had enough coffee to form actual words yet, but, engrossed in newspapers and the morning mail, no one looked up. 

“How are we doing this fine day?” he continued, hoping to draw at least some eyes towards them.

Joe looked from the football scores to the window and then to the two guitarists. “It’s raining?”

“Err, that is a fine day in Holland, need the rain to fill up the canals!”

Joe frowned but decided it wasn’t worth questioning the logic of this and just went back to his paper.

Phil steered them in a circuitous route around the room, stopping to greet Rick.

“Morning lads.” The drummer looked up. “Nice shirt, Steve.”

“Thanks, it’s new.”

Impatient, Phil prompted, “Notice anything else?”

Rick squinted at the two of them. “You got your hair cut?” he hazarded.

“Oh never mind.” Phil gave up, dragging Steve away to the breakfast buffet.

“The doughnuts are good today!” Rick called after them.

“It’s not working,” puzzled Phil as they busied themselves pouring tea and choosing pastries, “maybe we’re being too subtle?”

“I’ve got an idea…”

Steve started rattling crockery until at least a few of the people scattered around the room looked vaguely in their direction, and then pounced on the other man with what looked like it was going to be a giant sloppy kiss, but ended up more of an awkward peck with their noses bumping. Other than Sav rolling his eyes, there was no reaction. When Phil blinked and recovered from the inept surprise attack, Steve’s expression was a pained cringe. Phil grabbed his shoulder and almost pushed him out of the door into the corridor and away from the audience.

“What was that? Even I didn’t believe that!” 

“I know, sorry, I got nervous at the last second.”

“Well it was a good thought, but no one batted an eyelid. At this rate we're going to have to screw on the mixing desk before anyone notices anything.” 

“That seems a bit extreme. Not to mention uncomfortable.”

“So we need a different approach. Something a bit more obvious.” 

“How about we start referring to each other as boyfriends?” 

“That might work. And we could call each other darling?”

“But we don't even do that in private?” 

“Well I can't call you my actual name for you now can I, Bunny?”

“No, please no.”

“See, that’s why it suits you so well, because you’re so cute.” He reached up and booped the blushing man’s nose.

“Shuddup,” Steve muttered, but he couldn’t hide a pleased little smile.

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Back in the lounge, Sav turned to Joe with an observation. “Is it just me, or are those two even weirder than usual today?”

“The snogging you mean?”

“No, they’re always doing that. The muttering in corners. I think they’re up to something.”

“Plotting more of their shenanigans probably. Remember the day they spoke in Spanish accents?”

“And that time they tried to do everything backwards and Steve fell down the stairs; and when they pretended to be each other for an entire week.”

Joe shuddered. “The sight of Phil trying to fit in Steve’s jeans will haunt me for life!”

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During lunch Phil asked for ‘water, for my boyfriend’, ‘ketchup, for my boyfriend’, ‘extra napkins, for my BOYFRIEND’ and so many other things that the exasperated waitress eventually just brought him a tray of condiments and cutlery, and on the journey back to the studio, Steve sat on Phil’s lap, even though there were enough seats for everyone. But still no one commented, or even acted like their behaviour was the least bit unusual. That evening, back in the room that was ostensibly Phil’s, though in fact they shared it, they reconsidered their strategy.

“There’s nothing else for it, we're going to have to actually tell people.”

“You do it, you’re better at words.”

“But you’ve known them longer.”

“That’s why they’ll be shocked. But everyone knows you’ll shag anything with a pulse, so they won’t be that surprised you’re shagging me!”

“Cheeky!” exclaimed Phil with mock offence, poking him in the ribs. Then he turned serious. “You know it’s not just that, right?”

“I know. I don’t understand why you’d pick me, but you did, so…” He shrugged.

“You are ridiculous.” Phil threw an arm round the other man’s shoulders, pulling him close and kissing him on the forehead. “I love you, you pillock. And tomorrow we’ll tell everyone and then I won’t have to pretend not to any more.”

“That’ll be nice,” murmured Steve, settling into his embrace. 

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The time they chose for the big announcement was the end of the day when everyone, Mutt included, was hanging around the studio listening to the tracks they’d put down that day. They’d been twitchy about it all day, but the somewhat anticlimactic response to Phil’s stammered ‘Me and Steve, we’re… well… we’re together’ was neither the outrage and derision they’d feared, nor the happiness and congratulations they’d hoped for. It was laughter.

“See, I told you they were up to something,” crowed Sav.

“Gotta give it to you, lads, this is real commitment to the bit,” added Mutt.

“No, really,” protested Phil, “we are a couple. Partners, boyfriends…”

“We’re in love,” declared Steve, flushing pink. 

“Nah, you’re pulling my leg.”

Phil resorted to desperate measures, grabbing Steve round the neck and giving him a passionate kiss, squeezing his arse for added effect. 

“Would we do that if we weren't a couple?"

Joe and Sav looked at each other and nodded. “Yes?”

“Definitely,” confirmed Rick.

“You've always done that.”

“Well we've ALWAYS been a couple!” insisted Steve.

That revelation finally shocked everyone into considering it seriously.

“What do you mean always?”

“Err, since we were rehearsing for the Pyro tour. All that time together working out guitar parts. We sort of… grew on each other.”

“Then there was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a hotel room with a really big bathtub…”

“Phil! They do not need to know that!” He looked around the control room. “How did you never even suspect? Sav, you’ve stayed at our flat in Paris - didn't you wonder why we’ve only got one bedroom? And Mutt, you noticed our matching necklaces. And everyone always comments that we spend all our time together.” 

Rick shrugged. “We just thought you were best mates; like Joe and Sav, they're always together.”

“Hmm, maybe there's something they need to tell us too?” mused Phil.

“FUCK NO!” Joe and Sav hollered in unison, leaping six feet apart.

“No offence, mate.”

“None taken. You’re a fine figure of a man, but you’re not my type.”

Joe decided not to think about whether he was flattered by that remark and turned back to the newly-revealed couple. “You’re serious about this?”

“Totally…”

“Like a heart attack.”

“Then congratulations are in order.” Sav stepped forward and gave them both a back-slapping hug. “We should go get drinks to celebrate!”

Joe still looked a little concerned. “Are you gonna be doing that… smoochy stuff… all the time now then?”

“Maybe,” stated Phil defiantly.

“That might take a bit of getting used to, but, okay. Happy for you, mates.”

“Do we have to start playing disco now?” quipped Rick.

“We’re not GAY,” snorted Steve.

“We’re not?” Phil lifted their still-clasped hands.

“All right, we’re a bit gay. But we’re not that gay.”

[snailor-bee]

(Re)Decorate My Heart

I participated in the @onepiece-blorboexchange ! I got @mirkaaaluv who had such lovely prompt ideas I ended up doing two. 8'D HAPPY CHRISTMAS! Sorry it's so early I got impatient and just busted these out... Hope you enjoy!

Kidx F!Reader / SFW  / 1.3k

Summary: Kid is working on something and you end up helping! Warnings: Some cursing.

Muttered cursing perked your interest as you made your way through the Victoria Punk. Your eyes examined the captain’s quarters door. You pressed a finger to the bridge of your glasses, pushing them up fully.

It wasn’t surprising that Kid was swearing loud enough to be heard through the thick wood but you debated if you wanted to poke your head in or not. Yelling in general couldn’t tell you what his mood would be, sometimes it was fine to interrupt and other times the red-heads rage was so extreme you had to beat a hasty retreat.

You hesitated more, trying to decide if it was worth it before the door suddenly slammed open and you jumped.

There was no one in the doorway but his voice growled out, “Don’t fuckin’ hover, get in already.”

Smiling wide you skipped inside, pulling the door closed behind you. Kid actually wanting your company was a relief and quickly you crossed over to his workbench and wound your arms around his broad shoulders. Leaning into his space you pressed your chest to his back and let him take on your weight. He wasn't wearing his metal arm today, content without the strain pulling down his muscles on that side, no matter that it might make his task a little easier. 

“Whatcha working on?” you asked.

“Fuckin’ Christmas shit, don’t know why I bother,” Kid grit out, annoyance laced through his tone. You tilted your head with surprise before looking down at the mess of his workbench.

Metal bits were scattered around, grease and oil stained into the chipped wood. A dirty hand held a perfectly round ball, chipped black nail polish on fingertips that spun the orb around. You blinked with surprise.

“A Christmas ornament?”

“Something like that,” he muttered. “Missing somethin’ though, and it looks shitty.”

“The bauble is missing the part on top where you can put a hook through it,” you informed gently. It was just a ball with no topper with badly designed metal snowflakes that stuck out. It looked more like a weapon than an ornament, like something you could throw at an enemy's face. If you had to hazard a guess, you would bet the whole thing was solid and would just break a Christmas tree’s branches.

Kid shifted and crimson red eyes stared incredulously at you. “The what??”

“The bauble? You’re literally making it.” When his face didn’t change, still twisted up with confusion you went on, “The ball, Kid. It’s literally what they're called.”

“Is it? Sounds dumb.”

You laughed before unwinding from his torso and dragging over a stool that was quickly becoming ‘yours’. Hopping up onto it you squeezed into his side and grabbed the ball. As you expected, it was heavy.

“This should be hollow you weirdo, you’re gonna break the tree.”

Ignoring Kid’s offended ‘hah??’ you contuined, “Also maybe you could carve into the metal a design? You can do that can’t you?”

“’Course I can!” Kid said gruffly, as you knew he would. You hid your smile by ducking your head. Sometimes he was easy to gauge, easy to rile up and lead in the right direction.

“Let me grab some paper—” you began before he interrupted.

“Don’t bother.” He dropped the bauble and it made a dull thud as it hit the wood before raising his arm and digging in some overhead drawers. You watched with confusion until he withdrew a sheet of parchment and tossed it in front of you. He'd never had that before, did he specifically move this here just for you? 

A low oh didn’t stop him as he leaned into your space, and you felt the hard muscles and the heat of his body suddenly engulf you, making you flush. The metallic smell that constantly followed Kid around filled your nose making you vaguely dizzy. You loved the way he smelled, loved to bury your nose into the crook of his neck and breath him in, get past that metal exterior and bask in that scent that lingered underneath that was so uniquely his.

Straightening up he held out a pencil and slowly you took it, blinking away your thoughts as a smile broke over your face.

“Thank you.”

Kid grunted in acknowledgment before picking back up the ball and frowning as he looked it over. “Hollow you say…” he muttered under his breath.

You ignored it, knowing the statement wasn’t really for you. Quickly you started doodling out some designs, lines of ‘wind’ with snowflakes fluttering in between, another with pine trees covered with a heavy sheet of fluffy snow.

The two of you worked side by side quietly. These days were your favorite, you mused. Just a comfortable silence broken by random grunts or maybe a question or two. Just sharing a space. There were times when Kid would blast music, loud enough to make your teeth rattle but more often than not it was just this. When he got too involved in his work it was like everything else faded away. 

Sometimes you just hung out on the bed reading a book while he puttered about, but Kid preferred to have you by his side.

He was handsy, in a way you didn’t expect. He didn’t enjoy you prodding too much at him as he worked and it’s not like he had both hands free to touch you back but he made up for it in the way he frequently leaned into your space, his arm pressing against yours or how he’d look over at your stuff silently before kissing your template gently.

It was sweet, he was sweet in a way you didn't expect when the two of you first met, not with the way his gruff demeanor made every conversation an argument at first. Yet, here you were, silently enjoying each other's company. 

When you finished one page and silently slid it over, he took it without comment and you started on another page. This time instead of designs, you started drawing 3D designs he could do himself, sketching out the outlines of better looking snowflakes that wouldn't look like a spiky weapon but more as they should be. 

"How's this?" Kid asked, breaking the quiet and you blinked before he dropped the ball in front of you before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in close. 

Picking it up, you were pleased by how light it was. Although still metal, now it wasn't going to break again. You smiled as you ran your fingers across the lines that had been carved into the metal, showing the snowflakes floating on the breeze. 

"It's lovely," you breathed. 

Kid sniffed. "'Course it is," he said with pride. Then his hand squeezed you tighter against his side. "Had a good design to go off of too." 

You giggled and pushed at him slightly with your body. "Sap. It's not that great, we could ask someone else who's a better artist to do something else." 

"Fuck no," Kid denied immediately. "It's amazing 'cause I said it's amazin' got it?" 

He turned to you, expression fierce, leaving no room for argument. You smiled. 

You wouldn't dream of it. 

"Got it," you said softly. 

"That's my girl," Kid said proudly, nuzzling your temple with his chin, making you laugh as you pushed on his chest but his strong grip on you didn't loosen at all.

"Kid!!" you cried through your laughter. "Stop, you'll ruin my hair!" 

"Hm? Oh yeah? Wanna stop?" He drew away leaving you panting and happy. When you looked up the intensity shining back at you in his eyes made you freeze. "Maybe we can do something better."

As he leaned closer, automatically your eyes fluttered shut as your arms wound around his neck. When his lips brushed yours, you sighed, butterflies erupting in your stomach and sending tremors throughout your body. 

When he drew back just the smallest bit, it was enough to whisper, "This is much better," you told him and he grinned before he pressed in a for another kiss, harder than before. 

And you got lost in it. 

[demdifferentstories-29]

20 Questions Game

Thanks for the tag, @bronzeagepizzeria <3

How many works do you have on AO3?

68!

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

734,052

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I really only write Doctor Who aside from a handful of other one-offs I've written, but I literally have at least a hundred WIPs/ideas in my drafts.

Fandoms that I have tons of ideas for are Broadchurch and Jessica Jones (TV series), which I hope to get around to publishing. But I have a fair bit of range hiding away haha.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

In descending order:

Broken-Hearted (cross-over with Broadchurch; multi-chapter; completed)

Braids (one-shot)

Desperate Measures (multi-chapter; completed)

Exes and Ohs (one-shot)

A Lesson in Romantic (AU; multi-chapter; completed)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Pretty much as soon as I can! I appreciate engagement so much and I want to make that known to commenters. Plus, I love a bit of banter and discussion where prompted - it's a delight!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oooo, boy. Probably Happy Together? Or maybe the first chapter of Sunburn? Violet Hill was also pretty sad. I love me some dark, heavy stories that fuck up my beloved blorbos.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Although I haven't updated in it in quite a while, I've written a fair bit of the sequels for the A Lesson in Romance universe, and, boy, have I made those two have a (mostly) happy life together.

In terms of published stories, I think Study Buddies would take the cake or one of the many TentooRose pieces I've done. The former is very classic, high school sweetheart vibes with just enough angst dashed in, and I tend to keep the latter sweet, fluffy and horny.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I received some very intense 'constructive' criticism whilst writing A Lesson in Romance - like I'm talking extremely long paragraphs pretty much deconstructing my writing and questioning my content. I was young at the time, it was my first multi-chapter Doctor Who fic, and the fact that this person also pretty much outright told me how I should write my story pissed me off a bit, so I, in the most polite way possible, asked them to stop reading my story and leaving these comments.

Aside from that? I've really only had one sort of bad comment since then, but I opted to not reply.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Oh, you know I do ;) I currently only write F/M; have explored M/M in the past so I'm down to write queer smut if the inspiration ever strikes.

I'm not really a fan of overly kinky stuff that is, say, explicit/specific (e.g. BDSM), but I don't mind stuff that is vaguely/lightly kinky (i.e. I tend to include voyeurism in my stories, but it's generally accidental). I mostly write either very horny or emotional, intimate stuff - I'm a sucker for the feelings associated with the couple.

It honestly depends on what kind of story I'm writing! But as of recent, I've been mostly producing first-time, emotion-heavy smut with a good serving of horniness/wantonness to build up the tension.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written two - Broken-Hearted and Fobwatched (if you've been waiting for an update, I promise I think of her often... I'll revive her one day). I'd say BH is crazier, as it does entwine itself with the Human Nature storyline from Doctor Who, but Fobwatched has also had some pretty wacky moments!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, and I really hope not! I have, admittedly, been a bit fearful of it in recent months.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not to my knowledge! But I'm always open to that conversation if people are interested.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Back when I wrote band/music fanfiction (please forgive me for my crimes), I had started drafting out a fic with someone, but it never went anywhere and we didn't communicate very well either :,)

However, I have been beta-ing the lovely @quite-right-too's fic Dona Nobis Pacem, which has been a lovely collaboration <3 I'm so proud of Cody's work and highly recommend you read it if you haven't!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

It would probably be DoctorRose! I've never really been more enthralled with a ship before, and the fact that the special interest is still going strong three years on is a pretty good sign. I also tend to come back to Ellie and Alec from Broadchurch quite often.

In the past, I was a hardcore Reylo fan, and I've always enjoyed random, niche ships within my realm of interests (i.e. Evey and V from V For Vendetta; Jackson and Lisa from Red Eye; an array of ships from my horror movies because I love being delusional).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Look, I'm quite stubborn in my belief that, ultimately, I will finish all my drafts, but I can say that the drafts from when I first started writing Doctor Who fanfiction have been quite difficult to work on because my writing has changed so much since then!

There are also maybe a WIP or two that I have written purely for myself and will never publish. I will probably take these to my deathbed lol.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hm, I've always been complimented for character accuracy, which I do think I have down pact - writing characters like Ten and Rose have gradually become more comfortable for me over the years and I feel like I know them quite well by this point, which is really surprising considering I've never done a proper rewatch of the show since finishing it aside from some scenes/particular episodes!

I've also always been very anal about detail in my stories - I love including the most unnecessary shit in my work!! Do you need to know what Rose had for breakfast? No. Are you gonna know anyway? YES!!! I just love making my stories feel as organic and lifelike as possible.

I've been working really hard on scenery recently, which I've been getting compliments on! I have aphantasia, so this is something I've put a lot of energy and focus into as I've come to realise it's pretty important for readers lol.

And, not to brag, but I do think I write some pretty banging smut. It's taken ten or so years of practice, but I got there in the end.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Eh, I feel I'm not super great at coming up with like... proper action/plot. Like I can do circumstances and events quite alright, but coming up with something like... say, escaping from a villain/bad situation, I've always felt pretty shit at accomplishing. However, I always try to improve.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I only speak English, so it's a bit daunting! But I just use Google Translate and consult others where possible. And, as Niyati has mentioned in her own post, I recently used her technique of writing from the non-speaker's perspective and it's been a welcome addition to my skills! Shout out, girlie <3

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It would've been 5SOS, but those fics are long gone - I deleted them from Wattpad, and the iPod that the original drafts are on doesn't work, unfortunately.

I also wrote about other bands that I listen to - Asking Alexandria, Of Mice & Men, You Me At Six, Pierce the Veil, and Bring Me The Horizon. I still have most of the drafts, but I deleted all but four of them from the internet lol (the ones that were deleted were unfinished works).

I don't write about these people anymore as I did come to realise, Wait a minute, it's kinda weird and gross to write about these people like this lol (no hate on anyone who does). But I'm always down to chat about my sordid past haha.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I would have to say "Come, gentle night, come" as it's probably the most amount of effort I put into writing. I think it's my best smut and cherish it deeply!

Tagging: @quite-right-too, @deardiary17, @insomniac-101, @metacrisisdoctor

[audhdnight]

So I’m ace, but not aro. In fact I think I’m probably hyper-romantic, if that’s even a thing. (Or maybe it’s just the adhd hyper focusing on my person idk)

ANYWAYS, despite my love of all things romantic, I really really wish platonic love was more focused on in media. Especially in m/m relationships. I’ve been called homophobic several times for not shipping two male characters when in reality I truly just don’t see their dynamic as romantic. (And this isn’t to say you can’t ship them in fanon, ship whatever you want I’m just saying I don’t see support for it in canon)

For example: Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. I always read their dynamic as much more of a brotherly situation than romantic tension or whatever the shit. Like. I hate the insinuation that two men cannot be affectionate to each other (EVEN AND ESPECIALLY PHYSICALLY) without it being romantic. I mean, if you want to talk about Bucky and Sam, that I totally see. But not Steve.

A similar thing would be Reid and Morgan. Morgan is very much a hugger, he touches peoples faces and is physically affectionate in general to the people he loves. He does it with Rossi, he does it with JJ, he does it with Emily, and he obviously does it with Garcia. So why is it only read as romantic with Reid? They literally even refer to each other as brothers in the show.

Idk… it just feels weirdly misogynistic to act like manly men are not affectionate to other men, that’s for the gays. Can’t they be just as platonically loving as women can?

This post kind of got sidetracked, the original thought I had that prompted me to write it was that I’d really LOVE to have a book or show or movie or whatever that’s like, a romance story without the romance? I want to see the progression of how they bond and grow closer and open up to each other and begin to trust and rely on each other. I want to see the strangers-reluctant allies-tentative friends-extremely close pipeline in an entirely platonic relationship. They don’t fall in love. They don’t have any sexual tension. The ending isn’t some vague hint that a romantic relationship might be in their future. They’re just friends.

If that exists, can someone point me in the right direction? And if not… I want to write it myself but my executive dysfunction and WIP graveyard are saying no. Idk. Maybe some day.

[eviltothecore13]

pass the happy!🌻 when you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

My girlfriend--though she's visiting family in another country right now. I try not to brag about her too much but she really is amazing, not just because she's beautiful but because we have a very similar sense of humour, she genuinely likes the "weirder" things about me, and it is very endearing when she turns into some kind of walking encyclopedia of classic film at the slightest prompting (she has multiple films completely memorised and I'm more than a little in awe).

Fencing. Been getting back into it over the past few months in particular, after a few years of not doing it so much, and it's a lot of fun.

Music--of various genres, but if we're talking the most "make me happy" stuff I'd think of a song like...maybe I Am The Fire by Halestorm, or Faster by Within Temptation...

My fandoms. Not necessarily...going into the fandom tags...but the actual canon itself, writing and making art for them, and getting to discuss them with other people who love them.

Just...trying new things whether that's watching a film or reading a book that I hadn't before, or learning something new (been learning chess recently--technically I learned the rules as a kid but now I'm trying to actually get good at it and learn openings and actual strategy) or a new food or drink (this year I've discovered pandan ice cream, and had Turkish coffee for the first time), or the time me and my girlfriend decided to head down some tiny little corridor I'm not sure visitors are actually meant to go down in a local museum (that we'd both been to before and didn't think there'd be much new to see at) kind of expecting to just end up in a cupboard or something and instead found ourselves faced with an extremely creepy painting of...some kind of disturbing-looking, only vaguely humanoid entity staring down at us.

...that last one went places. Well, you get what I mean. Explore. Discover things. Find creepy paintings! you never know what might happen.

[jacksgreysays]

60) things you said as the bottom dropped out; for your OCs or whatever you feel like

I’m gonna be honest anon, I think this prompt fill will actually be more of an outline/planning/ideation.

Because I’m gonna be even more honest, I did have to look up what “bottom dropped out” means. Like… I had a vague idea I knew what I meant but then I second guessed myself and looked it up to make sure because it’s not a phrase I use/hear often. But, for those who are also not sure, the bottom dropping means something ends/goes awry 1) suddenly and with the option of doing so 2) worse than it has ever been before. So not just abruptly hitting rock bottom but also maybe plunging straight through to the crust of the earth.

Which is hilarious.

I also appreciate you for requesting one of my OCs and/or whatever whim may take me which does make this… very open ended on who gets absolutely destroyed and what they say while being so but also means it’s so open ended that I have to ideate what I would write about.

I was also thinking that the particular phrasing evokes the sense of falling, which should be obvious, but… how do I put it… while the bottom of a boat disappearing would put its passengers in a bind the idea of them falling into water doesn’t seem as abrupt. Or, like, doesn’t evoke falling necessarily. Then I was thinking, a step to the side, what about an airship? But that involves a good chunk of world building which isn’t where I’m at for the moment.

And also, I shouldn’t take it so literally.

So, what do you say the moment of the worst thing suddenly happening to you? Let’s see…

If I go through my OCs, my usual go to is, of course, Tetsuki but weirdly enough nothing bad happens to her so suddenly and that she can’t mitigate/recover from. After that is Leanne, but in an equal and opposite problem, bad things are happening to her almost constantly, and also nothing is the absolute worst she’d be subjected to because the purgatory that is her existence is already the bad ending (in as much as a time traveler can have an ending)

And of course I have other OCs but…who has their entire world ripped out from under them all at once…

Ohhhhh, oh noooooo, I know who it is: it’s Curtis/Apex from Twelve Sessions.

It would be about the fight that effectively wiped out the rest of the team—Brian/Griever is dead, Alvin/Silverfang is not dead but definitely unable to continue vigilantism somehow, Leanne/Anachron is lost to time (again), Joy/Jaguar’s fate is uncertain she’s probably not dead but definitely not going to continue vigilantism.

The problem is, while I do know what he says before the fight I don’t know what he would say during the fight and I also don’t actually happens in the fight since the point of Twelve Sessions is the more human/vulnerable side of superheroes having to face consequences of being a superhero. Anyways, he would definitely say something encouraging like “We got this” before the fight and then everything goes bad and it becomes a horrible irony that haunts him forever even when he does eventually heal and forgive himself.

So then is there anyone else?

In the same superhero trend, I was thinking of maybe a Tim Drake fic because he is one of my faves and he truly did have one of the worst years of existence if I’m remembering right in which basically everyone he loved died and then Robin was taken from him, but that’d basically be the whole fic and that’s just retreading old ground?

My brain did then jump to DoS since I had already crossed the fanfiction line even though you had specifically mentioned my OCs, but Shikako so very frequently is hit with extremely unfortunate events that she then so often adapts and lands on her feet if I go back to the falling interpretation as a metaphor. BUT THEN, I remembered I do have my own DoS OCs: specifically Shikako’s genin students. And while they’re learning to be as adaptable as her and as casually irreverent about the most bizarre situations, I think that largely depends on her being there. So for them, the bottom dropping out would be something that removes Shikako from the equation.

But wait, didn’t I just say she always lands on her feet? And yes, she does. At this point I would say recursive fic of her almost always has the implicit agreement that she wins/lives/survives/succeeds/protects the people she wants to. Which I do love and would love to hold to. But then I harkened back to ask box fake fic title prompt, Edge Of The Stars in which Shikadai tries to solve the mystery of his missing aunt and it turns out it was aliens/a Stargate.

Which… I still don’t know anything about the Stargate franchise. But the concept still holds: everyone is still alive and I’m sure she’s kicking ass and taking names wherever in the wide universe she got sent to, but as far as the people who love her are concerned Shikako disappeared and never came back.

So a fic in which her students—whether or not they’re still genin (probably not, tbh, considering their sensei’s fast tracking)—cope with her disappearance and really dig down to the core of what she taught them. Because another literal interpretation of the bottom dropping out is that the foundation is what fails or disappears even before the falling even happens.

But I’m also realizing that fic would just be me rambling about those OCs going from students to adults in the absence of their teacher when the more interesting story would be… where the hell IS Shikako and what is she doing?

Like… maybe I’m just overanalyzing the prompt, but I’m trying to figure out which is the most fun part: is it the foundation disappearing? Is it the person falling? Is it the person hitting rock bottom and then dealing with that?

[kaeyazuha]

Can I get a Venti, “And you believed them?” w/ a touch of angst? (romantic please ^^)

Tysm and have a great day~!! <3

cw: mentions of cheating/false accusations, strong language, drunk behavior

angst w/ no happy ending (or a vague ending? idk)

He reeked of alcohol. Hair skewed about and messy, eyes reddened and droopy, even the way he carried himself practically screamed "drunkard." You groaned under your breath at his antics, yet you couldn't help but be concerned. Sure, Venti loved his alcohol, but almost never to the extent of completely losing himself. Even after the longest days, he could still carry a tune or keep up in his daily banter, but now-- ouch.

You winced, watching him fall off the barstool and decline help from those kind enough to offer. Letting out another sigh, you walked over to help him up, but recoiled when he slapped your hand. "Venti??" Came your understandably confused reply, maybe he didn't recognize you?

Seeming oddly aware despite his slurring and swaying, Venti glared at you. "Go away, cheater." Your heart sunk at the disgusted, betrayed expression on his face, it was almost sickening to see the lighthearted bard look so disheartened.

"What are you talking about? Come on, you've had too much to dri-"

"You don't get to tell me what to do! Not after what you did, do I mean nothing to you?!" Now you were angry, watching the light conversation and bustle of the tavern came to a standstill, the lively atmosphere falling victim to your argument.

"I'll ask you one more time before I leave the tavern, what the hell are you talking about?!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID!!" His voice cracked from the sheer volume. "Everyone saw you with Kaeya, everyone saw! Unlike you, they actually told me what was going on!" He scoffed, taking another drink as hot tears bubbled in his eyes. "You...lied to me." Another swig before his voice took on a mocking tone. "'Commissions'...can't believe I fell for that."

You could hardly see through the boiling rage clouding your eyes and causing an uncomfortable pounding in your head. "They told you this shit, and you believed them?" In order to hide your shaking hands, you crossed your arms and glared at him incredulously. "Kaeya's in Liyue right now in a business meeting, and I was doing commissions all fucking day because you and your 'friends' are too lazy to take care of your own damn city!" His face fell, eyes seeming a lot more alert now, and Venti set down the mug to look at you fully.

Tears dripped from your eyes now, hot and heavy much like the air of the tavern. "I'm thinking it's you who didn't care. You believed some drunkards over your own lover, and you were willing to throw everything away because of it..." Too tired to yell anymore, you swallowed back all of the nasty things you wanted to say right now, and simply slipped your coat back on before brushing past the bard at the door and opening it for yourself. It was hard to ignore the quiet and hesitant, extremely guilty-sounding pleas coming from your drunk excuse of a boyfriend.

"Talk to me when you're sober. Or don't, I can't say I'll forgive you either way." You turned back, well-aware of how everyone either pretended they weren't listening or watched the both of you with eager, disgustingly eager eyes. As if this were a rom-com.

"Goodbye, Venti."

Give me a genshin character, a prompt, specify platonic or romantic, and I'll write you a lil drabble!

[sonseulsoleil]

33 or 70!

I went with 70! I really hope you like it! It got a little bit out of hand, and a little bit steamy towards the end, but mostly it's just Nick and Charlie being stupidly in love. (also read on AO3) (prompt list)

Nick Nelson was absolutely miserable. It was February, and the radiator in his dorm room had gone out, so it was fucking freezing, he had a mountain of assignments that he kept putting off (it turned out, not having his mum around to nag him about homework increased his capacity for procrastination about 200%), and absolutely worst of all, Charlie had cancelled their planned video call for that afternoon. 

It wasn’t like Nick didn’t know that Charlie was extremely busy—he’d gone through what Charlie was going through himself only a year prior, and he still remembered just how horribly stressful that final year of sixth form was. There was no way he was going to make Charlie feel guilty for prioritizing his studies over Nick. Even if it was Valentine’s Day, and even if they hadn’t spoken outside of text messages for what felt like weeks, and even if Nick had been really looking forward to the look on Charlie’s face when he opened the gift Nick had sent him. 

They were going to have plenty more Valentine’s Days together, Nick reasoned. No reason to get upset over missing one . Certainly, no reason to make Charlie feel bad about it, especially when Charlie had sent him a gift and had promised to make it up to him on the weekend. The gift, wrapped in a small blue box, and shiny yellow ribbon, sat unopened on Nick’s desk. Charlie had told him to go ahead and open it, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. 

It was irrational. There was no reason for him to be upset. He was just stupid and sentimental and it didn’t matter. He checked the time on his phone, and it was only about 7 PM, which meant it was too early to go to bed, even if the winter season meant it was already pitch dark outside. He glanced down at his laptop, his most pressing assignment staring up at him, and groaned. He pulled the strings on his hoodie tightly until his vision was obscured by the hood, and lowered his head onto his desk. He stayed there for a few minutes, unmotivated to do anything but pout. He was just starting to consider if maybe 7 PM being too early for bed was just him being arbitrary when his phone rang. 

It was Charlie. 

Nick answered it on the first ring. 

“Charlie! Hi!” Nick was vaguely aware that he probably sounded too eager, but he didn’t care.

“Hi.” Charlie’s voice was soft and breathy as always. “What are you up to?” 

“Trying to do my homework,” Nick laughed in spite of himself. “I’m not making much progress.” 

“Ah,” Charlie hummed. “You sound stressed.” 

“Do I?” Nick sighed. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just school is so overwhelming, and the weather is terrible. It’s bloody freezing up north.” He left off the loneliness he felt. Charlie didn’t need to be burdened with that. 

Charlie chuckled. “You can say that again. I can’t believe how much it snows h—up there.” He stumbled over his words towards the end of his sentence, but Nick didn’t pay much attention to it; he knew his boyfriend must be tired. 

“I know!” Even just talking on the phone with Charlie for a few minutes made Nick feel lighter than he had in days. “God, I miss you so much.” 

“I miss you too,” Charlie said, automatically. “And I really am sorry that I had to cancel our video call, but—” 

“It’s fine,” Nick cut him off. “I know you’re busy with schoolwork. I’m just really glad you called me. Hearing your voice makes everything better ."

“Not that I’m not glad to hear that,” Charlie’s voice took on an unexpectedly mischievous tone. “But I think I can do better.” 

“What?” Nick frowned. He knew Charlie couldn’t make the video call, so what could possibly be better than talking on the phone? “What do you mean?” 

“Open your door, Nick.” 

Nick’s heart skipped a beat, and he was up from his desk and across his tiny dorm room in a matter of seconds. He threw open the door, and there, in the corridor, holding a bouquet of red roses, was Charlie Spring. Charlie was bundled in layers of jumpers and his heaviest black coat, his cheeks pink with cold. A few of his curls poked out from under a burgundy beanie, flakes of white snow contrasted against the black of his hair. It reminded Nick so much of that day in the snow when they had just started to get closer. Nick had wanted to kiss Charlie so badly that day, almost as badly as he wanted to today. 

“How—” Nick choked out. “You’re here!” And then he was wrapping his arms around Charlie and pulling him inside. He kissed Charlie without waiting for permission, and Charlie kissed back instantly. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Nick,” Charlie breathed out when they parted. 

“God,” Nick nestled his head into the crook of Charlie’s neck. “I missed you so much.” 

Charle hummed. “I missed you, too.” 

After a moment, Nick finally released his boyfriend and guided him further into his cramped living space. He gently set the roses on his desk, grateful that Charlie had bought the kind that came with a vase. “I wish I’d known you were coming, I’d have changed out of these grubby joggers.” 

“Aw, but you’re so cute in grubby joggers,” Charlie replied, flopping down onto Nick’s bed with a smirk. “Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day and we haven’t seen each other since Christmas, I was kind of hoping to see you not wearing any clothes.” 

Nick rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the slight blush that dusted across his cheeks. “I suppose we’ll have to keep each other warm somehow, seeing as my radiator’s still busted.” 

“Exactly,” Charlie kissed him on the cheek. “But first,” he slid his backpack off his back and pulled out a familiar parcel. “I’ve been waiting to open this for three days. I knew you’d want to see my reaction.” 

Nick grabbed the blue box off his desk before plopping himself down next to Charlie, completely invading his personal space. He was sure Charlie didn’t mind. “Can I go first? I know you told me to go ahead and open it, but I just couldn't.” 

Charlie looked at him with soft blue eyes. “Nick, you’re ridiculous.” 

“And yet, you love me anyway.” Nick carefully opened the box to reveal a shiny silver pendant. Oval in shape, with the engraving of a young man running with a rugby ball. The words Saint Sebastian Pray For Me were engraved around the edges. 

Nick blinked. “Saint Sebastian?” Neither of them was particularly religious, but Nick knew Charlie’s dad’s side of the family (the Spanish side) was Catholic. “Is this the patron saint of rugby or something?” 

Charlie laughed. “Not quite. Saint Sebastian is the patron saint of athletes.” 

“Ah,” Nick nodded. “That makes sense.” 

“He’s also the patron saint of the LGBT+ community,” Charlie added, breezy and casual. “So, it seemed fitting.” 

“Oh. ” Nick grinned. “Now I get it. Though I am a bit surprised to hear that such a thing exists.” 

“Well, it’s not, like, official, or anything, we just kind of claimed him, I guess” Charlie chuckled. “There are all these paintings of him where’s he’s just half-naked and muscley and stuff. Also something about arrows and, uh,  penetration.” 

Nick snorted. “Wow, arrow penetration, that sounds real romantic, Char.” 

“Rugby season is right around the corner, you know,” Charlie said simply. “Someone has to watch over you during games when I can’t be there. I’m sure university players are going to be even bigger and scarier than the prep school boys.”

And, oh . Nick’s heart swelled. “That’s adorable. You’re adorable.” He slipped the pendant around his neck. “I’m never taking it off.” 

“Shut up,” Charlie blushed. 

Nick wanted to kiss the blush off Charlie’s cheeks, so he did. He peppered kisses all over his boyfriend’s face until Charlie was squealing and giggling. 

“Okay, okay,” Charlie managed when he finally escaped Nick’s kiss attack, breathing heavy. “My turn.” 

Nick beamed, nodding encouragingly for Charlie to continue. “Go on.” 

Charlie tore into the paper to reveal a photo album—no, a scrapbook. Nick’s mum made a new scrapbook every winter out of their family photos from that year, which inspired Nick to make one for Charlie. A tangible reminder of all their shared memories to help with the distance. 

Charlie sniffed as he flipped through it. He stopped a few pages in, on a crumpled receipt for three cokes and a basket of chips. “Nick, is this—is this your receipt from the bowling alley? From my fifteenth birthday?” 

“Uh, maybe?” Nick flushed. 

“You kept that? For almost three years?” Charlie was looking at him, but it wasn’t judgemental or mocking, instead, he simply looked in awe. 

“I just…want to remember everything,” Nick said softly. “I want to remember us , and how we were then, and how we are now. I want to look back when we’re old and grey and remember what it was like when we were just two kids in love.” 

“God, you’re so cheesy.” Charlie’s teasing remark was undercut by the thick emotion in his voice and the tears welling up in his eyes. 

“Says the guy who took a 4-hour train ride on a school night just to surprise me,” Nick shot back. “You realize there’s no way you’re getting back in time for your classes tomorrow, right?” 

“Oh, I know,” Charlie looked up to meet Nick’s eye. “And I really don’t care.” 

“Wow, who are you and what have you done with Charlie Spring, Head Boy of Truham Grammar School, huh?” Nick nudged him. 

Charlie snorted. “Let’s just say that the Head Boy of Truham has better things to do than his coursework tonight.” 

“Oh?” Nick’s lips turned up in a wry smile. “Like what?” 

Charlie scooted closer on the bed, so all Nick could focus on was the blue of his eyes and the heat of his breath on Nick’s skin. “Like you ?” 

Nick scoffed. “That was terrible.” 

“And yet, you haven’t moved away,” Charlie pointed out,  moving even closer. 

“Never,” Nick breathed, closing the final distance between them. At first, the kiss was slow and sweet, but it very quickly built into something urgent, open-mouthed, and frenetic. Charlie’s hands were in Nick’s hair, pulling gently until Nick had no choice but to moan into Charlie’s mouth. Nick’s hands found their way under the first jumper Charlie had on, pushing it over his head to reveal another. “God, how many of these layers am I going to have to get through, Char?” 

Charlie laughed. “I guess you’ll just have to keep going to find out.” Charlie reached for Nick’s hoodie, fumbling to get it off, leaving Nick in just his t-shirt. Charlie’s cold hands snaked underneath the fabric, and Nick shivered under his touch as Charlie pushed his shirt off.  

“This is so unfair.” Nick removed another of Charlie’s jumpers, to reveal a third jumper. But this one he could tell was the last. 

Finally, he got his hands on Charlie’s bare skin. He peppered kisses up Charlie’s torso as he pushed up his last layer, feeling Charlie’s muscles tense under him. He paid special attention to his chest and clavicle, revelling in the sharp intakes of breath Charlie took as he kissed and nipped and sucked at his skin. 

Nick trailed kisses up Charlie’s neck before finally capturing his lips again. Charlie’s hands were in Nick’s hair again, and his legs were wrapped around Nick’s middle, and then—

Charlie flipped them over, so he was on top, practically straddling Nick. 

“God, you’re so hot. You’re fucking amazing.” Nick rambled. “I love you so much,  Charlie.” 

Charlie just laughed at him. “I love you so much, too, Nick.” 

And then they were kissing again, Charlie still on top of him, and Nick wished he could live in this moment forever. He knew Charlie would have to leave in the morning, and he’d have to go back to his mountain of assignments and broken heater and lonely single dorm, but for now, it didn’t matter. For now, he had Charlie.

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[tvseries-writings]

Your destiny has already been written

TW: death of a minor character, mention of suicidal thoughts

Wandanat x reader

Prompt: Hi, I have a request idea if you are still making those ^^’ so it’s a wandanat x reader. Reader goes with Nat and Clint to vormir and she stops Natasha from jumping. And when everyone come back Natasha’s like extremely mad at her because for reader’s decision Laura has to take care of the kids alone and reader doesn’t know what to do, and wanda’s like trying to sort everything out but nat ends up breaking with reader and yeah… probably with a happy ending but whatever you would want xD

Thanos had snapped his fingers five years ago taking half of your heart away from you. Wanda had disappeared as half of Universe's population and you and Natasha had been trying to move on in hopes of seeing the Sokovian again someday. And that day finally came when Scott Lang, better known as Ant-Man, had "knocked on your door."

And here's how you are all together now again after five years. The Avengers complete with a suit that you find particularly uncomfortable and ridiculous as you are about to bring back Wanda and half the universe.

You take Natasha's hand as the circular platform you're all on begins to spin, the protective helmet materializes around your head and you turn to the former Russian spy looking at her with a smile.

"For Wanda"

"For Wanda." Natasha nods and shakes your hand.

You close your eyes as the quantum portal opens.

You didn't think it would work and instead you, Natasha and Clint find yourself with your ass on the ground on what you believe to be Vormir. You deactivate the helmets and look around you.

A large mountain completely made of rock stands out in front of you and you begin to climb.

Each step you take makes your heart beat a little faster. Wanda is the only thing you can think about and as you watch Natasha you realize that the Russian is also thinking about her.

When you get to the top, a voice that you seem to have already heard startles you.

Red Skull, the Nazi asshole, had briefly explained how to get the soul stone and obviously the solution was clear to you right away.

You are about to speak but Red Skull stops you.

«Y / n, daughter of Diego; your destiny has already been written. You are not the soul through which you will get the gem. "

You don't have time to protest that Red Skull disappears as he appeared. In nothing.

"We already know who to expect to do it," Natasha says and Clint nods.

"We do"

Natasha stands towards you and smiles at you.

“I love you y / n and tell Wanda I love her; this is my way to atone for all my sins "

As soon as her words leave her lips, the Russian begins to run towards the precipice.

"NATASHA, NO !!" your heart suddenly stops when you see it jump.

Clint recovers from the shock and manages to shoot an arrow. The arrow gets stuck in the rock and the archer throws himself, grabbing Natasha's arm with a steel grip.

You lean towards them and anxiety rises when you see them talking.

You vaguely hear a few words, including Natasha's "okay" and your eyes go wide. You know what she's going to do and you can't afford to lose her too, you'd rather die than live without her too.

The years you were a Hydra guinea pig had paid off. The power of telekinesis, similar to Wanda's but much more powerful, had been injected into you thanks to some type of WhiteHall serum that had now been destroyed.

There was a small problem though: the nosebleed ran like hell when you used it, especially if in large quantities.

You see Natasha let go of her and before you know it your hands are raised towards her as you bring her body to the ground next to you and pin her to the ground.

"Y / n, so- let me go !!" Natasha struggles and screams trying to escape the constraints of your powers to no avail.

You and Clint exchange a look, he gives you a small smile and mimes with his lips "tell Laura I love her and say bye to the children".

Tears begin to flow down your cheeks mixing with the blood coming out of your nose from the effort you are making to hold back Natasha and Clint lets go and falls into the void.

Natasha's scream is the last thing you hear before collapsing to the ground, passed out.

You wake up in your room at the complex, completely alone. You get up as soon as your eyes open to go to the common room.

You hear voices coming from the room and as soon as you enter everyone's eyes contract on you. But one. Natasha's.

"You finally woke up." Steve comes over and gives you a squeeze on the shoulder. You give him a small smile but your gaze continues to land on Natasha who doesn't even deserve a glance.

"The glove is almost ready, once Barner puts it on we can get everyone back with a snap." Tony smirks.

A small smile comes out spontaneously at the thought of finally being about to see Wanda again.

"You can rest now, it will take another hour for the glove and we all need rest"

They all leave the room and only you and Natasha remain. She is about to leave too but you reach her quickly and stop her by taking her wrist.

"Nat ..."

"Don't touch me," she hisses and when she withdraws her hand a pang of pain from her goes through your body but you don't let it show.

«Nat come on ... I couldn't let you die, you know» you try to meet her gaze in vain.

«I deserved it y / n! Clint has a family, a wife, two children ... how am I going to tell him their beloved dad is dead? How?!!"

You've never heard Natasha raise her voice, neither with you nor with Wanda and she makes you wince.

«You too have a family Natasha» you say, finally managing to look into her eyes: «what should I have said to Wanda? That I made you commit suicide because you still believe you have not atoned for your sins ?! " your tone of voice rises too but her mask continues to stay up.

“Clint has children !! I will never be able to have them, he was more important! "

As soon as you hear those words, you get pissed.

"His life was no more worth than your Natalia!" Saying it offends people who love you; have you thought of me or Wanda or Yelena? What was I supposed to tell your sister or Melina? Don't fucking say your life wasn't as good as Clint's !! "

Natasha is silent for a few minutes before approaching the door.

"I wish you had disappeared instead of Wanda, she would have understood"

Her tone of voice is angry and you know those words don't think 100 percent of them but they hurt anyway.

"I'd like that too, Nat," you just whisper as she walks out of the common room.

You collapse on the ground, tears stream from your cheeks and sobs hit your body. You have never fought so hard and you are really afraid that this is the end of your relationship. With or without Wanda.

You do not think that between you two will ever be like before.

You killed Clint but you couldn't let Nat die, right?

You don't know how long you sit there but suddenly J.A.R.V.I.S. speak out.

"The security system is activated Mr. Stark"

You immediately jump to your feet and head towards the laboratories. They are all in a circle next to Bruce who is holding the glove.

"It's time," Tony says and you nod. You have been waiting for that moment for five years and you don't want to waste any more time.

Bruce takes the glove and puts it on. Screams of pain echo in the complex as lights of every color expand into space from the glove.

Bruce snaps his fingers before collapsing to the ground and it's like the universe stops.

Tony cools Bruce's injured arm while Steve helps him up.

"It worked?"

"I think so, I feel it in the air"

The tingling in your fingers intensifies and you turn to the laboratory door.

Wanda is standing there, red magic slipping through her fingers as she smiles at you. Tears immediately rise to your eyes and begin to run down your cheeks. You take a couple of steps slowly before running into the Sokovian's arms.

Your tears don't stop, as does the joy of finally seeing her again after five years.

"I missed you so much Wands" you hide your head in the hollow of her redhead's neck, wetting her shirt with your tears.

"I missed you too moya lyubov’ (my love) "

Wanda leaves you a kiss on her lips continuing to hold you close to her as she turns her gaze to Natasha and gives her a smirk.

"Aren't you going to say hello to me, Nat?"

As soon as she says those words, Natasha sings herself into the arms of the Sokoviana with tears in her eyes. She obviously won't cry in front of the team but nothing about her prevents her from holding on to her love of her life that she hasn't seen for five years.

You move away from her embrace, leaving all the space for Natasha. Wanda gives you a confused look before focusing on holding Nat.

"I was so afraid of losing you ..." Natasha whispers and you can barely hear him.

“Oh Nat, you won't get rid of me that easily. None of the two."

Once the greetings are over, even with the rest of the team, the others leave and only the three of you remain.

"How it was? I mean ... where have you been for five years? " you whispers breaking the silence in the laboratory.

Wanda gives you a small smile with a shrug.

“Five years have not passed for me; after the snap it is as if I had gone to sleep, closed my eyes and a moment later I found myself here, five years later without having perceived the years that have passed "

You nod, you're glad Wanda didn't realize how much time had passed wherever she was because you and Natasha did it and she almost destroyed you.

"You instead…? What has happened in these five years and why do you two not even look at each other? "

Naturally Wanda noticed it, the Sokovian notices everything but you don't say anything and then the alarm goes off.

You don't talk to each other until after the fight with Thanos and then only after Tony's funeral is over.

Laura and the children were there too and Nat's mood had dropped dramatically when she saw them, not that it was much better before.

So when you went back to the compound, in your room, all the tension and anger that you had accumulated in the last few days had exploded.

"Laura was destroyed," Natasha whispers and you stiffen as you sit on the bed.

Wanda looks at you from the door, you haven't told her what happened and she doesn't want to look into yours head but seeing you so detached is making her suffer.

"Nat I-" you place your hand on her shoulder and she dodges as if you have burned her. It hurts but you don't show it.

“It's your fault he's dead; if you had let me jump he would be close to Laura, he would raise her children! He would teach him to shoot with a bow and to be a hero !! " Natasha points her finger at her as she stands up.

you bite your lip trying not to cry; Natasha is looking at you with disappointment and anger painted on her face and you can't stand it.

"I wish I had died instead of him Nat, I wish I had jumped and not been there at the moment even though we would not have obtained the soul gem. Because if I had known what Clint's sacrifice, who wanted nothing more than his best friend to stay alive because she had already atoned for her sins billions of times as an Avengers, I would have done this I would have thrown myself off that fucking cliff even without getting the gem! "

As soon as the words leave your lips you realize what you said and would like to take it back. You've tried to take your own life before, many years ago, and admitting that the situation with Natasha made you want to try again was like dropping a bomb in the midtown of Manhattan.

Wanda no longer holds back, not after what you just confessed and she reads your head.

"You really thought about it," the Sokovian whispers and she leans against the door jamb as she looks at you with pain and concern.

"I'm sorry, I ... you weren't there and- and Clint died because of me and-"

Natasha approaches and holds you in a hug. You freeze for a few seconds when you hear her sobbing and squeeze her a little tighter than her trying to make her understand that you are there with her.

«I'm so sorry detka (baby), I know you were in pain but I kept blaming you even though I knew it wasn't your fault. I love you so much and I could never live without you, it wouldn't have been better if you had been in Clint's post ... it would have been worse "Natasha kisses your temple continuing to hold you before Wanda joins her embrace.

“We love you y / n and now we're both here. We will help Laura with the children "Wanda turns to Natasha but talks to both of them:" this is what Clint would have wanted and we will go on together "

By now you are all three in tears, still close to each other.

"And don't think about going somewhere without us, okay?"

You laugh through tears looking Wanda in her eyes.

«I'm so sorry darling, I won't leave you anymore» Natasha apologizes again s about to continue but you kiss her.

The pain and the guilt in her eyes disappear and are replaced by the love she feels for you two.

When the kiss is over, you make them lie down on the bed and you slip between them enjoying their squeeze.

A little involuntary laugh escapes your lips.

"I love you so fucking much"

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it and leave a comment if you want, it's always nice <3

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[bravery-sought]

ANALYSIS OF MICHAEL AND ALEX IN THE BUNKER DURING S3EP13 “NEVER LET YOU GO”

I’ve been meaning to write about this scene for a very long time since the episode first aired. It’s so always so beautiful to see Malex interact with each other and the energy that they radiate when around one another. This scene stood out to me so much for a multitude of reasons. 

[more under the cut!]

For one, it’s Michael breaking out of old habits. We, as the audience, have witnessed as Michael continuously struggled with his own demons and understanding what it meant to be loved. There’re so many aspects that go into a relationship and truthfulness is an extremely important factor. He’s skeptical about opening up to people because of his childhood and Alex can be the very same way. He’s known for shoving Alex away when things get difficult and hiding what bothers him when he should be communicating.

Michael visits Alex in the bunker beneath his Airstream. Alex mentions about having to make some alien glass, using the turquoise that Michael mined and reveals that he had actually found a bunch in the drawer here. In the moment, it seems like he caught Michael in a lie or at least, a partial one. There’s a second of silence as Michael appears to process the words and then he’s brutally honest, 

“I’m not gonna lie to you.” 

He’s stopping himself from making up some fibbing answer about why he has a stash of turquoise there. He’s opening up and forcing himself to voice his worries about the upcoming battle against Jones. He admits that he’s freaked out  and this prompts Alex to gently coax him onward with a question, 

“Are you afraid this isn’t gonna work?” 

Michael’s response is, 

“I’m afraid we’re only getting to the start of something.”

Alex NEEDS a little more information from Michael to go off of. But there’s no need for him to ask for him to elaborate. He subtly moves his head, eyes fixated on Michael to show that he is attentive and ready to absorb. 

Michael takes that as a queue to continue, looking down at his feet as he walks forward to Alex. This behavior is like that of a small child’s, but he’s not trying to hide. This is still a bit new to him, but he’s WANTING to be truthful. 

“You know, we never even went on a real first date. We never walked down Main Street holding hands.”

Michael is terrified, it’s reflected in his eyes as he looks at the man he loves, and he’s speaking as if they won’t ever get the chance in the future. At this point, Michael is looking directly at Alex with tears-glossed eyes. There’s a painful smile spread across his features and it’s painful for him to admit what frightens him so much. 

Alex is silent and patient as he lets Michael talk. 

“I need you to know, if this goes bad tomorrow,”

Alex ALREADY has a clue about where this is going. 

“I lo-” 

Alex is quick to cut him off, raising a hand and giving a firm, “

No. Don’t say those words.” 

He NEEDS to stop Michael before he tips off the deep end. He is determined and dead-set on the fact that they will win this. There is no need for goodbyes for final statements, because he cannot face the concept of losing Michael right now. He has to remain optimistic and there’s a tone that his voice adapts that originated from his days as an active airman. 

“We are going to win this, okay?” 

He steps towards Michael, stepping directly into his orbit as his love continues, 

“Winning is what worries me.” 

Michael’s being too vague. While Alex can understand a majority of what Michael usually intends or means, this is a bit… out of range and Alex needs more details.

“What? C-can you explain that?” 

The truth hurts like a gut punch.

“What if I have to kill my own father? You gonna love me then?” 

Alex’s expression easily reads, ‘Of course, I will.’ 

Seeing Michael THIS vulnerable in front of Alex is utterly painful, and he’s so agonized. The self-hatred peaks through, 

“Am I still gonna love myself?” 

Michael has always harbored a powerful disdain for himself and it only got worse when he found out about who Jones was and how they were connected by blood. 

Alex knows Michael is struggling to hold back a river of tears, but he has to ALLOW him to do this on his own. 

“That self-loathing is what caused this mess between us for 15 years.”

Fifteen years is a VERY long time to love someone. Sure, they’ve been with other people but that love that they’ve held for each other has never fully faded. They’ve faced their own demons and encountered new ones for more than a decade. Alex knows what it’s like to have a terrible genocidal maniac as his father, but he never quite expected Michael to be in the same situation. 

“What’s winning gonna do? Is it gonna set us right back to square one? Are we going to be able to survive that war if it does?” 

Michael’s panicking, it shows in his voice and his expression. If you want to be poetic; he’s falling, PLUMMETING to the ground. He’s thinking a million miles an hour and he can’t get his brain to slow down. He’s getting tangled up in the ‘what if’s and the negatives that it’s causing him to spiral really fast. He’s ready to shut down.

BUT Alex knows how to center him again, placing a soft hand on his shoulder and approaching this from an angle that he knows how to.

Alex’s touch instantly provides something for Michael to use an anchor. They BOTH have the ability to soothe each other with either presence or touch FIRST before words.

“No. Listen to me.” 

He lets his free hand fall on Michael’s other shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes with an unwavering gaze filled with love and hope. 

“We are not who were in high school, let alone a year ago.”

They have changed SO MUCH over the years and Alex recognizes it. They have broken a majority of their bad habits that revolve around each other and he’s aware of it. Michael exhales and hangs his head, letting Alex speak, 

“We already defeated one monstrous father, and we will do it again.”

Alex is bringing a dash of his own experience in this because he sees it as a way to comfort Michael. They both are victims of Jesse’s wrath, but in the end, Alex’s greatest monster was slayed. He’s holding onto that hope and insight, and offering it to Michael to hold close. Alex shifts his palms, letting his hands gently cup Michael’s face. Guerin just melts into, letting the touch soothe and tether him. Alex strokes his cheeks and Michael faintly nuzzles into it. The energy around him is much calmer than before and Alex can sense it. He gives a subtle nod to Michael as if asking if he’s feeling better now and Michael responds with one of his own. 

They exchange a kiss before the phone buzzes (rudely interrupting the moment). The note regarding Liz’s success does assist in keeping the flame of hope alive, and Michael places his hands on Alex’s shoulders, to which the former airman s folly grasps the insides of his elbows. Then, one of Michael’s hands finds a home against  the base of Alex’s head, thumb’s webbing inches from his ear. It’s similar to how Alex held him just minutes ago. 

They kiss again, drawing it out as if it may be the last. 

I think this scene really shows their growth and just how far they have come in their development as characters. 

At the beginning of the scene, Michael is buzzing with panic and sheer anxiety. Alex perceives it very well and it goes to show just how well Alex can read him. They’ve always been able to read each other like books, but sometimes, they have their ways of hiding particular emotions or thoughts. Alex is aware of how to quickly harmonize Michael’s mind and atmosphere again, quiet the thoughts that bring doubt. He acts on it with confidence and Michael responds in turn by being truthful and letting himself FEEL his emotions. Alex puts out the fire in Guerin’s head, making sure it doesn’t get out of control. He’s able to soothe the hurt and box away his love’s worries to help him THINK clearly about a situation or see reason. 

In the past, they were like opposing sides of magnets and would propel each other away with a jabbing comment as they internally retreated and pulled up walls to protect themselves against an opposing threat that they saw as EACH OTHER. 

This shows so much growth and truly emphasizes how they have grown. 

The last time we saw them alone in the Bunker was in S2EP10 “American Woman”. Rewatching that scene and how they interacted is truly an experience now. Michael had already made up his mind when Alex mentioned that he was ready to see what Jesse would do with the alien glass piece. Jesse is a THREAT and Michael instantly shuts down, jumping onto defense and offense when Alex attempted to offer a suggestion that may have had unexpected consequences. 

They BOTH severely lacked the patience that they have with each other now. 

I honestly didn’t know what I was expecting when I first saw this scene and I was dreading that Michael’s insecurities would ultimately force Alex away again. But I was taken by surprise and I was so absolutely relieved. Them communicating, like adults, brings me such joy and I seriously hope we see more of it in the upcoming season. Their relationship and the way they communicate is something truly otherworldly and it’s so so SO insanely beautiful.