( @deceivermun . )

✈ — an eye-opening memory

//Shitpost Saturday

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

What is this “time” you speak of? Never heard of her. 

I find it easiest to write in the evening and night, tbh between about 7-8pm and 1am are my best times. 

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn’t?

ALL OF THE SHIPS. It all depends on how my muse feels about it though x3 So I guess the ones I wouldn’t are the ones muse doesn’t want, and vice versa. 

♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What’s one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?

I see your 34-song long Fitz playlist and raise you: 93 songs and fuckin counting (on spotify cause I ain’t got time to move all that to youtube though oops)

//we love a certain farmer boy

Acts of Affection // accepting!!❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.►mail sent by @the-great-fitziisms

The night was clear and warm, the couple had just finished their expensive dinner and was now walking around town, hands intertwined. In all honesty, Leon had been insistent on staying home and cooking for them, but he could never hold himself against Scott insisting on spoiling him. Especially not if he was already pulling him out of the door.

When they were done, it was Leon’s turn to get his will. Not wanting to be driving back to their place in some fancy car, he put on his best puppy-eye-face and sweet talked his lover into walking until he gave in. If Leon had to accept being spoiled every so often, then Fitz would have to accept the same, just not with money.

Leon valued their alone time, those quiet moments they shared with each other. Like right now, just them, walking down the road, holding hands. There was shared laughter, calm conversations. Their pace was slow and steady, neither of them wanting to get home too soon, not wanting this peaceful moment to end.

Eventually, they reached a park bench, Leon urging his lover to sit down with him. Once they did, Leon’s head was quick to nuzzle into Fitz’s chest, his small hand never letting go of Fitz’s much bigger one. It was nice, nuzzling up to him like this in the warm evening breeze.

“You’re so warm…” he whispered, his thumb trailing over the back of his lover’s hand. “You know… I don’t think I ever thanked you properly.” Looking up at Fitz, Leon smiled. It was genuine, yet held a certain sadness to it.

“Before I met you, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I was just living from day to day, doing my job and not really thinking about anything else. I was miserable, I went out drinking every chance I got, not caring if I would make it home alive. I slept around so much I don’t even recall how many one-night-stands I had. I was careless during dangerous missions, part of me wanting to get seriously injured so my misery would finally end. I didn’t care what happened to me.”

“At first… you were just another way to pass the time. I never thought you’d become this important to me and turn my life around like this. But you did… you made me remember what it’s like it feel loved, what it’s like… to have someone to rely on and care for. You made me feel human again, alive again. Your radiance guided me out of this never-ending darkness I had trapped myself in… you may not realise it, but you saved me. And I can’t put into words how grateful I am. I don’t know what I did to deserve to be with someone so amazing like you.”