#prodiigus

mask falls to the living room floor as he shrugs off his suit, stripping down to nothing more than a tank top and boxers as quietly as he possibly can with the other two snuggled up in his bed together. he doesn’t dare wake them without breakfast in hand, something he gets to work on immediately once he’s free from the confines of his suit. he’s not the greatest cook, but he’s better than the two snoozing away in the other room, matt nominating himself honorary cook of the three. preparing some eggs the way each of them likes, sausage, hash browns, and toast, the oldest places them all on plates once finished, carrying both peter’s and harry’s into the room before he bothers with his own. he’s more concerned about the other two getting their fill first. “wake up, sweethearts,” he instructs gently as he sets the plates on the nightstand for the time being. leaning down, he’ll run his fingers through their hair, lips being planted on each cheek before he pulls away. “brought you breakfast.”

he’s worried even if he doesn’t directly say it. still, he’s sure it’s bound to be written all over his face. he’s never been very good at hiding his emotions and he’s not sure whether that’s a blessing or a curse. “another late night, boss?” he questions as casually as he can muster, not wanting to come off as overbearing. this is just a job, after all, but he can’t help but care for the man like he does with any other living being. it’s just in his nature. “i can grab you something from the fridge if you want. pretty sure you still have some lo mein left in there. swear i didn’t touch it,” he adds in hope of lighting the mood.

                eyes are fixed on the tablet, looking over the newest particle — it was a 3-D diagram, and she was studying the connection between the hydrogen and lithium molecules. someone had just entered the elevator to stand in the opposite corner, when the whole capsule rattled to a stop. this is what finally pushes concerned hues to tear away from the screen to see that the whole building’s gone dark, save for the afternoon light that filtered through glass windows.     ❛   ay dios.   ❜

                    ‘  hey, you’re peter’s friend, right?  the CEO guy?  ’  the corners of her mouth turn up in a light smile, shifting the portfolio in her arms.  ‘  pete told me i might find you here around this time.   he uh, couldn’t drop by today for some reason so he asked me to give this to you instead --------- but don’t worry, i swear i didn’t peek into it.  ’

he’s breathing heavily as he stands over the unconscious man on the ground, devil reaching down to grab the wallet that had been stolen from the racing heartbeat behind him. he’s not from here, wears cologne that’s much too expensive for the residents of hell’s kitchen and matt questions why the man’s here to begin with when he seems to be made of money. hell’s kitchen isn’t the place for such, the devil taking the few steps necessary to approach him as he hands over the wallet. taking a breath, he questions the other. “he didn’t hurt you, did he?” he doesn’t smell any blood at least. that’s a good sign. 

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gurl ~

☰ - Fun random fact about the mun!

i hate to edit my writing. i hate it So Much. it makes me cringe. the more time i spend on checking grammar, flow, phrasing, etc, the more i struggle with finishing what i’m writing. 

for this reason, i write as fast i can without looking back lol. i used to write jack k.ero.ac from kill your darlings & he required me to do that & it stuck. also run on sentences. neil gaiman says there’s no real rules of writing so there ;p lol

✼ - Do you think the character/characters you role play as reflect who you are?

i do, even if that limits me. peter is probably the most different from who i am that i’ve ever written & i love it. i don’t think i’m as socially awkward as him? but i’m certainly not as outgoing or ambitious as he is either. i wish i had his strength & bravery.

we write characters who speak to us one way or another, i think. even if it’s just one tiny trait. or maybe we want to walk in the shoes of someone totally different than us. i still think that speaks towards who we are as individuals though.

☠ - Do you think you’d survive a zombie apocalypse?

Do I Follow Them?: I will follow Flay to the ends of the earth 

Why Did I Follow Them?: I followed Flay on Harry ‘cause I wanted my Harry to be on her level tbh (he’s still not there)

Do We Role Play?: Yes!

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Only every second of every day 

An AU Idea For Our Muses: DD battles Gobby and it’s really dramatic and angsty go

A Song For Our Muses: Got This Money - Childish Gambino (you know I gotta throw that Gambino at you ;D) 

Do I Ship Our Muses?: YES

What I Think About The Mun: Listen I?? Love Flay so much. I wanna buy her flowers and tell her nice things 

Overall Opinion: My hero? Great writer, great understanding and characterization of Harry, I- I’m in love honestly