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starlightxsvt · 3 years

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3 dates | epilogue

pairing ➳ badboy!Seungcheol x female!reader

genre ➳ badboy au, romance, some fluff, angst, bad attempt at humour, gets spicy at the end.

word count ➳ 3.5k (total 15.6k)

warnings ➳ cursing, mentions of killing, mentions criminal activities, slight violence(non explicit), smoking, ma man Seungcheol ain't your typical badboy, blackmailing, reader does all sorts of risky things cuz she's a SIMP, blood(nothing explicit), kissing, marking, some breast worshipping, grinding, reader is horny lol. (Please lemme know if I forgot anything.)

a/n : here's the epilogue to 3 dates since tumb1r won't let me post the whole fic in one post :) Enjoy!

Part 1

As time progresses and days turn into weeks and then into months you are not left with the luxury to cry over Seungcheol. Instead you are bombarded with assignments and projects from your uni and you drown yourself completely in work to forget the scathing pain. Katelyn figured out something is wrong with you and even though talking about that man pains you too much, you told her that you are done with him and you won't be seeing him again in this lifetime. Katelyn did not ask any questions after that as you said you needed time to heal, time to forget even though you have serious doubts he'd ever leave your mind.

You have also applied for an internship to keep you even busier so that when you return home you are too tired to let the thoughts of him plague your mind as you drift off to sleep. And just like that, you have developed a routine, work, eat and sleep, trying your best to allow yourself to not think about him.

Despite that sometimes, some very few times, you think of him, wonder how he's doing, wonder if he's safe. You ponder if he thinks of you, if he regrets his decision but you don't have any answer. You simply hope he does.

After another day full of assignments and projects you almost doze off to sleep as soon as you hit your bed until you are intruded by the loud ringing of your phone. Annoyed, you reach for it, wondering who would be calling so late.

The caller ID has your heart doing a backflip, the name you were unable to delete from your heart and your phone flashing on the screen as you instantly sit up in your bed. It's Seungcheol.

Why is he calling so late?

You wait a few seconds, scared to pick up, scared that he might have called accidentally. But before you lose your chance, you inhale deeply and pick the call up. "Hello?" You speak, your voice tentative.The silence from the other end makes your heart fall and your suspicion come true. He called you accidentally and now he will realize it and hang up. You're about to speak again when his voice floats through.

"Hi."

The emotions you feel are overwhelming, undescribable. You're relieved, you're sad, you're excited, you want to cry and scream at the same time. That one word from him has you feeling tingles all over and makes you feel like you just did a hundred laps. Anyhow you manage to speak. "Hey." Your voice almost cracks and tears almost slip past your cheeks. You don't know why you are so emotional. "I just...I just wanted to hear your voice." He sounds so tired...so dejected and your heart breaks. Never in your life did you imagine him to call and say those words to you but instead of feeling happy, a current of melancholy hits you.

Why does he sound so broken?

"Seungcheol? Is...is everything alright?" Your voice is feather like, soft and careful. You hear him sigh loudly and you get your answer. Instead of replying to you, he asks, "How have you been?"

"I'm...fine," you lie. You have been nowhere near fine. He hums noncommittally and you're about to ask him the same question before you realize how dumb it would be. If his voice is any indication he is anything but fine. "____?" He calls your name softly. "Y-yes?" You whisper.

He stays silent, for so long that you think he hung up. "I- I just...can I see you?" He seems to have a hard time gathering his words.

What? You lurch out of bed pushing your covers aside in excitement, trying to prevent a gasp out of your lips. Did you even hear correctly? He wants to see you?

"Wha... what do you mean?" You mumble. You hear him sigh loudly, "I...I am in front of your apartment. Just come down for a minute." You don't need to hear any more words as you are dashing towards your front door in your pajamas, not disconnecting the call. You take the elevator and come out of the building as fast as possible, bumping into things in your way but not giving a care. You feet stops as you stand in front of the entrance to your building, eyes searching wildly for Seungcheol. "Stay there," his voice comes through the phone, just as you spot him standing on the opposite to your building, decently far but not far enough that you can't see.

A horrified gasp leaves your mouth as your eyes finally land on him.

He stands there, bruised, his beautiful face marred with scratches and wounds, his clothes having patches of dirt and if you are seeing correctly his left arm is bleeding as he holds the phone next to his ear with the other.

"Seungcheol-" you're about to rush towards him. "Don't move." He cuts you off, looking you in the eye. Even from afar you don't miss the dark, commanding gaze of him. "Just...just stay there. Just...let me look at you."

No- why is he doing this?

Tears slip down your cheeks, "Seungcheol-" You are interrupted once more, "Please. I- I missed you and...I needed to see you. Just let me hear your voice and look at you like this." His voice almost cracks and you can see the emotion in his eyes.

Your heart breaks.

Why does he keep doing this? Why does he keep pushing you away? Why does he torment himself like this?

You stand there, rooted to the ground, quiet sobs leaving your mouth. He comes here all bruised and wounded and expects you to stay away? How can you when you can clearly see him in pain?

You grip the phone tighter, watching him as he stands there, not moving an inch. His eyes never leaves you as he drinks you in, like this is the last time he's gonna look at you. You can't stand it anymore. Hanging up the phone you run towards him, as fast as your nimble legs can carry you. You can't stay away, you just can't. Not when he looks so hurt and lost and lonely.

Your body smashes against his as you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, your head buried in his chest. He stumbles back from the force and for a while he stays unmoved and you hold your breath, half expecting him to shove you away. But he doesn't. Instead he pulls you firmly against him resting your head on his chest while burying his face in your hair.

The tears come naturally. Loud, ungraceful sobs emerge from you as you cling to him like your life depends on it, your grip on him unyielding. Seungcheol softly pets your hair as your cries fill the silence of the cold night. You pull back just a little to look at his face and you want to once more. There's a cut above his brow and some bruises on his cheek and nose and another cut on his lower lip. But you can't bring yourself to care as you lean above to press your lips against his. You don't dare hold back, kissing him like the world is about to end. Seungcheol reciprocates, tilting your head for better access as his tongue prods into your mouth and you taste the metallic flavour of blood. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue, an outpour of the bottled up feelings of the last couple months.

You both take a lungful of air when you pull back and you're about to dive in for more when you realize his arm is injured. "Wha- how did this happen?" You hiccup, wiping away your tears as you gently reach for his bleeding arm. His clothes are torn at the part of the wound and from what you can see, it looks like a knife injury, a thin, slanted cut on his upper arm as if someone slashed him. "It's nothing," he says trying to push your hand away.

"It's not nothing, Seungcheol!" You're yelling before you know it. It's the exasperation, the accumulated frustration over the days that makes you snap.

Seungcheol seems to be shocked at your outburst as he blinks at you, an astonished look on his face. He's kind enough to reply honestly this time. "Got into a fight. I was outnumbered. It's okay, it's nothing serious, I've had worse," his voice is small, almost timid which is definitely unlike him.

Of course he has had worse.

You let out a tired breath. "Come on, you're bleeding. Let me help you." You wrap a hand around his uninjured arm, tugging him towards your apartment.

"No, you don't have to-" he protests but you pin him down with a look. "Please," you speak, your voice low. "I can't let you go like this. Just let me clean your wound." Seungcheol presses his lips into a thin line as if trying to prevent himself from speaking further. When no more words leave his mouth, you drag him into your building in silence.

Entering your unit you help Seungcheol sit down in your small living space as you quickly pad towards the bathroom for the first aid kit. When you return you find him looking around your place with a curious glow in his eyes similar to a child's. As your eyes meet, he sits up straighter and tries to remove his jacket. You aid him in the process, discarding the material on the floor as you take a seat next to him, the first aid kit in your lap.

Thankfully he's wearing a tank top as it gives you easy access to his biceps. You would have stopped to admire and ogle them if he wasn't hurt, which he is and you mentally smack yourself for having such thoughts right now. Seungcheol's eyes does not leave your face as he silently gazes at you and if you didn't know any better you would say he looked at you fondly.

Swallowing, you sanitize your hands before proceeding to clean his wound. Seungcheol tenses beside you, low, pained grunts leaving his lips a few times as you disinfect the cut. But he says nothing, letting you do the work and you don't speak either focused on the task at hand. You then do the same for his face and finish your work by wrapping a bandage around his bicep and sitting back, exhaling a satisfied sigh. Unintentionally your eyes connect to his and you find his scorching gaze on you, those mesmerising eyes almost piercing through your soul. Feeling self aware, you abruptly stand up, coughing to clear your throat. "You should take a shower. I have some extra clothes for my parents when they come over. My dad's clothes should fit you."

"No, it's alright. I should leave." He murmurs. "You're already here. Might as well take a shower. There's no rush," you say sternly, trying to make him agree.

Truth is you want him to stay, at least the night.

Seungcheol sits quietly for a while as if contemplating before surrendering with a sigh. "Okay." "Good. The bathroom's this way," you point towards the attached bath in your room and Seungcheol mutely follows. You offer him a towel and you dad's pajamas, hoping they'd do the job for tonight as he closes the door behind him.

As silence fill the apartment, you quietly return to your bed and sit, anxiously chewing on your lower lip. The digital clock beside your bed reads 2:50 am but your sleep is long gone.

Choi Seungcheol is here. In your house.

Will he spend the night? Or will he be his stubborn self and leave as soon as he is out? And if he does stay, will you see him in morning? Or will he be gone before the sun is up? The thoughts running rampant in your mind gives you a headache as you groan, rubbing your temples. You are sure Seungcheol feels something for you, he has to. Otherwise why would he come to you in the middle of the night? If only he told you his feelings, spilled his heart out to you rather than hiding and pushing you away. He just needs to bare himself to you, tell you what is in his heart. Why can't he do that? Why can't he just give the two of you a chance?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Seungcheol steps out the bathroom, half naked, the pajama pants hanging low on his hips as his muscled body is displayed in all its glory, making your throat dry. He looks at you before quickly looking away as an air awkwardness and tension fills the room. You hold your breath, watching him intently, not moving a single muscle as he tentatively takes a seat at the corner of your bed while wiping his wet hair with the towel hanging around his neck.

You want to tell him to stay the night, the words right on the tip of your tongue but you're terrified that it will just make him walk out here immediately. So instead you watch him with bated breath, waiting for his next move, waiting for him to say something, anything that will put an end to this deafening silence.

Seungcheol takes mercy on you.

"Thank you," he says, voice barely audible. You don't know what he's thanking you for you reply anyway. "Welcome. Though I don't know what you are thanking me for." Seungcheol remains silent for a few beats, his eyes focused on the floor before replying. "For everything. I have a lot to thank you for."

Okay.

You nod mutely, unable to figure out a reply. Another wave of silence settles in the atmosphere like a blanket. You take this time to appreciate his beautiful profile, engraving his features in your mind. The moonlight coming from your window falls on his face partially, illuminating his sculpted lineaments. You get to admire his beauty once more as he sits there but the look on his face tugs at your heartstrings. He looks troubled and in pain, the natural glow of his face somewhat dim. You wonder how the past couple of months have treated him. You wonder how life has been treating him, if he had someone to go to, someone to share his worries with all this time.

"Do you still like me?" His words make your eyes widen as it the last thing you expected to come from him. "You wouldn't be here if I didn't," your words come out harsher than you intended making you regret instantly. Perhaps the pain you have suffered for a while is coming out finally. However, seeing his silence, you reply once more, voice much softer this time, "Of course I still like you, Seungcheol. I have...I have never liked anyone or anything as much as you."

It's an understatement. What you feel for him is love but you would rather keep that to yourself.

"Why?" Seungcheol's voice comes out as a croak as his eyes connect to yours. For the first time, you see so much emotion in them and maybe, maybe even some unshed tears, though you can't be sure because the light is not sufficient right now. Your throat closes up for some reason as your eyes mirror the emotions in his and you desperately try to think, try to give him a reply that he deserves.

"You are very easy to like," you say lamely. Your reply is insufficient but that's all you can manage without starting to bawl like a child. A humourless laugh comes out of Seungcheol and echoes through the otherwise quiet room. "I doubt that," he says, his voice deep. "It's true Seungcheol," you repeat, voice firm.

A mirthless grin settles on his face and you know he isn't buying your words. Swallowing, you carefully, too carefully, scoot towards him and sit down, maintaining a little space between the the two of you. "I don't understand why you hold such negative thoughts about yourself but believe me Seungcheol, it's hard not to fall in love with you."

Your slip-up causes your eyes to widen, face drowning in embarrassment as you realize you just said the L word. Seungcheol, however, does not react to it but turns his head to study your face and the pain and sentiment in his eyes, his passionate gaze on you makes you forget human language. You've never seen nor imagined Seungcheol to be so full of ardor and pain and now that you have, you don't know what to do. You just want to cling to him and cry like a child.

"Can't you see how fucked up I am? What and awful person I am, ____? Someone like me deserves noth-" Unable to hold yourself back you interrupt him by cupping both of his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. You kiss him softly, carefully, trying to gauge his feelings while trying not to push him too hard. Seungcheol stays immobilised, letting you kiss him like that. When you pull back, his eyes are closed and he rests his forehead against yours. "You are just fine, Seungcheol. I like you just the way you are. Don't...beat yourself up like this, hmm?" Your voice is just above a whisper as you tilt his head to meet his eyes. Seungcheol stares quietly at you for a while before suddenly pushing you back and caging you underneath his large body. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as Seungcheol wastes no time wrapping himself around you while attaching his lips to yours.

This time the kiss is not soft, it is full of passion and vigour and longing as Seungcheol takes the reign. Your lips mold perfectly against each other and Seungcheol does not hold back, kissing you like a starved man; all teeth and tongue. He pulls back for a while, supporting himself on his elbows as you looks at you while you try to catch your breath underneath him. His hand comes to stroke your hair gently, like a lover and your eyes burn at his tenderness.

"Seungcheol-"

"Is there still a place for me in your heart?" He asks, a hopeful note in his voice. His words leave you breathless as you gape at him in suprise, you mouth open slightly. Seungcheol looks at you look longingly as he waits for your answer, which comes easily, without a second thought.

"Of course, Seungcheol. I...I love you."

This time it is his turn to be surprised as his pupils dilate and a soft gasp of surprise escapes from him. Swallowing, you hold his gaze, waiting for his next words but they never come. Instead, the man attacks your lips with renewed fervour while slotting a muscular thigh between your legs. As his toned thigh brushes against your core a wanton moan leaves your mouth and you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Seungcheol smirk against your skin while he kisses a path down from jaw towards your neck, taking his sweet time to plant some love bites along the way while you gasp and writhe underneath him. Soon he reaches the valley of your breasts and with skilled fingers he does a quick work of the buttons of your night shirt. His heated gaze remains on your now bare breasts and you can feel your nipples harden in the chill air of the room before he leans down to plant soft kisses all over them. While he does so you continue to grind your core against his leg, desperate for some friction which he is denying you. His assault on your neck and breasts don't stop as he remains focused in marking you, blooming kisses of red and purple on your skin.

"I missed you," His voice comes out as throaty whisper while he keeps his lips attached to your heated skin. "Me too," you choke between moans as his ministrations on your body leaves you aching all over for him.

He pulls back to meet your gaze, "I want you. I... always have and I've been hiding it. But I can't anymore."

"Take me then, Seungcheol," It isn't the most romantic thing to say but that is all your lust clouded brain can manage as you keep grinding yourself against him. You feel his hard on poke your belly and unlike your lover, you really can't wait anymore. You need him now.

Seungcheol keeps looking at you, too busy studying your features rather than doing something about the wetness between your legs and you're about to tell him to do something when he speaks, "I love you, ____. I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused you. Let me make it up to you."

Great. Now you're horny and emotional.

His confession brings tears to your eyes but your neediness is growing so you pull his face down closer to yours and whisper, "You can start doing that by making me cum. And then you can stay. With me. Forever. How about that?" A mischievous grin kisses his face, "I'd love that sweetheart."

You grin in happiness not wasting anymore time as you reconnect your lips with his.

a/n 2: Whew~ a whopping 15k+! I can't believe I wrote something this huge. But it was well worth it! I just hate this damn app like I don't understand?? I've seen ppl post fics with 40k+ words yet tumb1r says I've reached 250 blocks like what?? Anyhow, I really really hope you enjoyed reading this baby cuz I've been working on it for soooo long! If you did please reblog and share as always your feedbacks are highly appreciated so please leave them in the comments or my ask box!

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen scoups #scoups smut #scoups imagines #seungcheol imagines #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #svt imagines #svt fluff #svt scenarios #seventeen au #svt seungcheol #choi seungcheol #kpop imagines

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annetteblog · 4 years

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Intro & My take on KM

Hi!

I’m new around here so it’s supposed to be (not so short) introduction, since I don’t know how to start a blog heh. I hope to sprinkle my 0.5 cents into the KM conversation and maybe to bring a new perspective from someone, who is not a part of the typical English-speaking West.

Who /the hell/ Am I?

(please, consider it to be said with NJ’s voice from Intro: Persona :D)

I was born in Siberia (it’s in the Asian part of Russia), currently live in the European part of the country while studying at a Uni (European in terms of geography, not in terms of everything else i’m definitely not shading rn lolllll). English is not my first language, I’ve just kind of learnt it to some extent. Due to this it takes me more time to write a post; and I may (and will) make some grammatical & other mistakes. Plus I’m lazy AND busy with Uni, so I won’t even promise to be consistent in posting smth lol. But I thought I need more practice in terms of writing in English, so here I am, actually scribbling something. This feels weird, because I’ve been around stan Tumblr since 2015, but never ever interacted, just read.

How I ended up around Jikook/Kookmin (and BTS) & My (long&messy) take on this matter

Although I had heard of BTS before, I became an Army only in October 2018. I had kinda avoided them, because you know... boybands.... sing songs about romantic love and how they love girls.......... (+I had been around Twitter when 1D been at their peak and I remember a quite toxic community of fans, whom always had scared me). Shortly, hello stereotypes. Obviously, after I got engaged I felt terribly sorry that I had been sleeping on them, but what is done cannot be undone.

Someone I knew back then reposted one of their MVs and I, during my sad hours of procrastination, decided to watch it. Then I saw their live performance with the same song. And I thought “wow these guys can sing and dance and the music is kinda cool, i need to check this out maybe??”

Then a funny thing happened. One of the next videos I watched (the same person had it added to their page) was a 2016 BangtanBomb where JM and JK practiced their Coming of Age dance.

Do you know this moment with Gina from the 1st episode of Brooklyn 9-9:

Well, that was precisely me after I watched it. I don’t even know how to explain this, it was kind of a gut feeling? Whatever you call it, I started to get suspicious and couldn’t even explain to myself why. /actually now a do have questions to this vid and the main one - why does everyone cringe that much? if it’s a girly choreo than they had done some “girly” moves before. why is there such strong reaction??/

I started to get deeper and went to some ru-shipper communities. Shipping culture among Russian speaking fans is... well, weird to some extent, but I maybe address this topic some time later. You need to consider that (as far as you probably know) Russia is quite homophonic country and sadly is not the greatest place for LGBTQ+ community at the moment. The non-frienly influential attitudes hanging in the society + the general shippers’ weirdness = the result is not that nice honestly.

I struggled for some time in order to find more mature people (not just in terms of age but in general sanity), failed, ended up with some EXTREMELY toxic ru-fans of TK, which was/is the most popular pairing here, spent among them like 15 minutes and ran away horrified. After that I didn’t even try to engage with shippers or believers or whatever of any pair and just decided to enjoy the music and the content (which is a great idea, highly recommend!)

After a couple of days I discovered that JK makes videos. I love video, films and visual art so I immediately found them on YT, saw the titles with names of different cities from all over the world and was like “Oh that must be so cool, he’s visited so many outstanding places I’ve never been to, so I really need to watch it! I shall enjoy some beautyyy”. Then I clicked on GCFt.

Well, what can I say. I did enjoy some beauty, but not the type I had initially anticipated. The biggest clickbait in my entire life. JK should be proud of himself.

/as I said - the beauty/

I had already known Troy back then and I known the song’s lyrics so it would not be an underestimation to say - the video just blew my mind. I was like - hold on is this real? seriously?? no really really????? he manage to get away with something THAT obvious?????? dude how

As a person who edited videos AND is not a native English speaker, I don’t buy the explanation “oh he mustve didnt get the lyrics lmao”. You just don’t do that. You don’t. DON’T. You google and translate every shit you don’t understand, every word and idiom you’ve never encountered, because otherwise the possibility of an epic failure is very likely. You wouldn’t want to give your mum a video as a birthday present and then discover that you used a song with WAP-ish lyrics, right? (well maybe that would be okay in your family, I don’t judge, but that’s not the case for people I know). So don’t you dare to degrade JK’s intellectual capacities; such assumption is really offensive. He is a smart boii, he knows exactly what he’s doing in terms of his art.

So I was shocked, but decided to look for the context - maybe I missed some previous events regarding this Tokyo thing (another great idea - always check the context). Well, apparently I didn’t, because the whole narrative with the trip for two, lovely selfies etc. made my poor brain lowkey explode. (I still don’t buy the rings theory thing though)

But I didn’t give up lol! I’m a bit stubborn and it’s very hard to convince me in anything, so I decided to search for more context, more of their interactions, moreeee. Remember, the late October 2018, there were no swan lakes, RB, and even MMA18 hadn’t happened yet.

This time I ended up watching content in more or less consistent way, and when I saw all of these scenes with affectionate JM and a cool badass i-don’t-care-about-anyone-i’m-a-manly-man-with-no-feelings-whatsoever JK, I just hysterically laughed.

Homophobic Russia, remember? I recognized this. Growing up here being LGBT myself, taught me the same type behaviour during my high school days. When a girl I kinda liked but didn’t what to admit it to myself was nice to me or (oh god) flirted with me, I did something similar. It’s like a huge panic mode. Being an introvert doesn’t help either. The funniest thing is that you may not entirely realise what exactly is going on in terms of your own feelings, especially at that age (16-18ish). In my personal case, I thought I liked her but as a friend, only later to realise that well not as a friend oops :DDD The second thing (already not so funny) is that you actually consciously or unconsciously try to avoid the subject as much as possible, as long as possible and pretend that nothing is going on. We’re just bros. Stop doing this stupid gayish thing and don’t look at me like that, you’re annoying. If you ever do this again I (gently) kick you. I’m straighter than a straight line in my math textbook. IDK, but probably that’s your brain is somehow trying to protect you. Again, in my case&position I knew that the consequences for any non-straight person being outed would be bad (TW not to the point of being killed bad, but to the point of being excluded from a big part of society). So for me it was a mixture of the internalized homophobia + lack of self reflection + just being a bit emotionally slow + very! straight community around. Shit happens, I was a teenager and made my share of mistakes, but that experience helps me to recognize the same pattern of behaviour up to this day.

So coming back to KM, because the post is already waaay too long and I just ramble. It’s been 2+ years for me being a part of this fandom, and what can I say... Things become more intense and eventful with every year passing by ;) Funny how I felt that vibe from the 2016 dance practice video. Seeing the Black Swan performance a week ago almost had me choked, no joking. They are amazing.

Pure Art

However, and I would like to emphasize that, I do not incline that KM are 100% romantically involved and/or gay or whatever. I tend to treat people with respect and not to make too much assumptions about their private life. That’s not my business. However, I’m also not a fan of heteronormativity, so I’m just sitting here and observe everything that’s going on putting some distance and not forgetting being generally polite and critical thinking. But if they are just straightest besties please give them an Oscar before Grammy

Anyways, I hope this blog won’t kick the bucket from the very start and I will post something every now and then. You can always ask me questions about some BTS/Jikook related stuff or something about Russia and a Russian view on mass culture topics, since I’m pretty sure some of you have very stereotypical view of what is going on here :) However, do note that I’ve never been to America or Europe, therefore I may not be aware of something verrrry obvious to you or just have a completely different experience.

P.S. And yeah, I’m used to say Jikook, since it’s the name which is used much more frequently in Russian. i like it better and what will u do haha

#jikook #kookmin #what am i even doing here #i'm gonna regret this #long post

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frywen-bumbles · 4 years

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The Way to a Man’s Heart Goes Through His... Cat? Ch5

AO3

Days later Jaskier is still thoroughly embarrassed by accidentally calling Geralt while drunk. He is sure he had picked Essi's number but what is done is done. They haven't talked much after that. The next day Geralt inquired after Roach but since then it's been radio silence and it does not bother Jaskier at all. Geralt must just be busy, that's all. No other reason what so ever.

<that's good. daddy said i shouldn't lie to him any more but he wouldn't like if i told someone mom yelled at him>

<yeah, it's bad to lie to your parents> <but maybe little secrets like this are okay> <no more texting anyone without permission though!>

<yeah, i'm sorry I lied mrJ> <hows the trip going now? i hope you don't have to be alone today like yesterday>

<no, today i got to help uncle A with a new video!> <uncle A came here yesterday and he and uncle L were being gross> <they make the best videos> <but daddy is better than them> <daddy is the best> <even grandpa says so but he told me not to tell uncle L because he would get upset>

<that's very sensible off him>

There's a link to a youtube video Jaskier clicks open without much thought. Except when he sees the channel he has to check to make sure he got it right. He knows this channel, he has watched almost every single video, including the one Fiona just sent him.

Camera zooms into a ginger headed man holding a sword, knee-deep in what looks like a natural pond.

"Oi, did you see it?" the cameraman asks laughing so hard the camera shakes

"Of course, not, you bastard! You were holding me down while it swam past!"

"Do you know what it is?"

"Fucking drowners I bet." the ginger man grumbles and lets out a yell as a blue-skinned monster leaps out of water. "Oi, fuck you, put that camera down and come help me!"

"Eh, you're doing fine! Show me that arse!" the cameraman laughs and the camera shakes.

"Fucking bitch ass cat!"

"I love you too!"

The camera moves to reveal a second blue-skinned monster closer, close enough to reach the camera.

"Oi, cub, catch!"

The camera flies in the air and for a while nothing but sky and leaves are visible. The camera turns back to show the cameraman killing the monster with a sword, a spray of blood flying in the air.

"Still struggling there, love?"

"I killed four while you were a prick killing only one! I'm not cooking for you tonight!"

"Oh, I'm wounded, how will I survive without the love of my life cooking for me?"

The ginger man gives the giggling cameraman the finger, a smile tugging at his lips.

Jaskier doesn't even glance at the comment section where the evergoing debate about the videos is going strong. In Jaskier's opinion it's stupid, no real witcher would post videos like this of their work. It's just two guys having too much time and energy in their hands making the videos look as realistic as possible, probably a combination of CGI and practical effects.

He has to admit, he is slightly hooked. Kittencam69 has been making these videos for a couple of years and while this is no way his favourite video, it's clear it was important to Fiona to be a part of making it.

His favourite videos are probably the ones where the ginger man yells from his window at werewolves. Or the one where they fight a wyvern, the effects of that one were truly gorgeous.

Why would someone spend their talent on something like this is beyond him, but who is he to judge? He still can't believe how anyone thinks the monsters in the videos are real though. He's far more interested if the two men are really dating or if that's just their way of talking to each other. He's 95% certain they are dating.

A text from Yen interrupts his thoughts.

<I'll drop it in an hour>

<oh, thank you, that's very kind of you>

This time around, when Yen comes, Jaskier is wearing trousers.

"Here's your book," Yen greets him and tosses an old book on the kitchen table hard enough Jaskier has to leap to grab it before it slides off the table and drops on Roach who is of course right there.

"Hello, nice to see you, why won't you come in and have some tea?" Jaskier says with a mocking voice and bows, pulling a chair out for her.

"I see you haven't set the house on fire," Yen says as she sits down.

"Please, I'm not that terrible of a cook!" Jaskier exclaims as he puts the kettle on.

"Right, you were eating nothing but instant ramen last time I was here."

"That!" Jaskier points at Yen in mock outrage, "was one day! One unfortunate day I was a mess and you think I live like that?!"

"Of course, I'm never wrong." Yen smiles sharp and Jaskier can't help the cold shivers running down his back.

"You're terrible, that's what you are..." he mumbles as he digs out mugs from the cabinet. "So what this book then?" Jaskier takes the book he'd put the cover down on the table and almost drops it. 'Fifty Years of Poetry' stares at him from the cover of the book.

"Oh, just something I had lying around, you know," Yen drawls in what Jaskier is quite certain is mock indifference. He squints his eyes at her in suspicion.

"So you're telling me you had one of the most sought after books in the academic world just 'lying around' and decided to give it to some random uni student?"

"Please, don't think I'm doing this for you." Yen waves him off, "You're an idiot."

"Why, thank you for the compliment, ma'am." Jaskier bows again. "Do you want the pink or the white mug?"

They settle down on the table, cups of tea and some biscuits Jaskier got after last time Yen visited.

"I- ah- had some questions about Geralt." Jaskier admits shyly as he puts the 'Fifty Years of Poetry' safe away from the table. He wouldn't want to ruin a book that valuable by accidentally spilling something on it.

"Hm, what did he do?"

"Oh, no nothing! It's nothing like that. I was just- maybe if you could- you don't have to of course-"

"Just spit it out, Julian," Yen interrupts him, sounding both put-out and bored, a feat Jaskier can only hope to master.

"Maybeyouwouldknowifhe'sseeinganyoneorsomething..." Jaskier manages to mumble out, which makes Yen burst out laughing.

"Oh, gods, I thought this was something serious, you had me for a moment there." Yen falls into a fit of giggles Jaskier is sure is aimed at him. Or perhaps at the thought of Geralt seeing anyone but the way Yen thrills at his discomfort tells him it's the former.

Of course, the hot cat dad is not single, who is he even kidding. He should probably just think about the book he got. And his thesis. And definitely, not the hot cat dad whose bed he's been sleeping in for the past month.

He is doomed.

***

It's high time to do something about the vegetable garden.

Or literally anything to avoid his thesis, if Jaskier is completely honest with himself.

Roach is chasing something in the bushes and Jaskier is happier not knowing what unfortunate small animal will face its maker. He stares at the vegetable garden which at this point seems to be about 50-50 vegetables and weeds. At least the plants are alive.

"I should have done this several times already, right, Roachie?" Jaskier asks the cat who emerges from the bushes covered in leaves and dirt. She gives him a wide berth and digs a hole at the other end of the patch.

"I swear to gods, Roach, if I find cat poop when I'm weeding this thing you will not get out for a week, do you hear me?"

Roach does not listen to him. Of course, she doesn't. She covers the hole she made and runs back into the bushes.

"That's disgusting, Roach. You have a perfectly fine litter box inside why would you do that to me?"

Roach doesn't answer. In fact, Jaskier is quite certain she's not listening to him at all, far more interested in whatever is the bushes.

A large lock on the door of the shed stops his gardening endeavours quite efficiently. He tries in vain to find the key somewhere close by but has to give up after a while.

"Okay, so if I were a key where would I be?" Jaskier rummages through the kitchen and the living room, only finding a stash of cat toys under the sofa.

"Oi, what are you so happy about? I know it was you who hid them there!" Jaskier cries at Roach who jumps in the middle of the pile startling him.

His search leads him into the study, Roach hot on his heels. She jumps on top of the bookshelf and Jaskier finds himself marvelling yet again how effortless Roach makes the almost two and a half metre jump look like.

"Hey, Roachie, came in to check what I'm up to?" Jaskier asks as he tries to open the top drawer of the desk. "Aaah, shite, why I never remember which side is locked..." he mumbles as he moves to the other end of the massive desk and opens the top drawer on that side.

All he finds is stationary in an amazing array of boring and practical to colourful and silly. He suspects the likes of the pink glitter pens with pompoms at the top are the results of Fiona getting to decide what to get.

He moves to the bookshelf next, more out of boredom than any real thought about finding the key. The books all look incredibly boring, ranging from computer science to physics and the sort. Nothing that would catch Jaskier's eye.

He takes one book out in random and opens it to leaf it through if to do nothing else at least he gets to avoid writing his thesis. But what greets him in the pages makes him almost drop the book entirely.

Monsters.

Pages after pages about monsters. Detailed drawings, stories, myths, facts. Anything in between.

Jaskier feels his fingers turn numb from the sheer shock. He looks at the bookshelf again and pulls another book, then another and another.

Monsters. Potions. Magic. Elder races. It's all there. Jaskier can't even comprehend the sheer volume of knowledge that has been at his grasp for over a month without him knowing anything about it and it makes his head spin. He needs... he needs to read everything.

The bling of his phone brings him back from his frantic search for more and more books.

Jaskier stares at his phone, panic rising in his throat. He's... well him? Not some sort of accomplished tutor Fiona's mother is surely expecting.

Just as he presses send he hears the front door open.

"Julian? Are you here?"

Oh shit. Oh. Shit.

He's so screwed.

<now>

"Yen? I'm upstairs, I'll be right there!" he shouts. He's so screwed. Yen, of all people, is Fiona's mother.

She is going to kill him.

Another surge of panic hits him. He asked Yen if Geralt was single! She's his... wife? ex? An old flame? Whatever she is, that is not someone to ask something like that.

"Julian? What are you doing- oh! You found Geralt's books."

"I'm sorry...!" Jaskier whispers, suddenly terrified of the woman in the doorway. "I didn't mean to snoop, I swear, I was only looking for a key to the shed to find some gardening tools, I never meant-!"

Yen silences him with a dismissive gesture with her hand, "I don't care about the books. If he's stupid enough to leave them for you to find it's not my problem. What I came here for was to talk about Fiona. Care to offer me some tea?"

"Tea? Um, yeah sure... tea coming right away..." he feels like he avoided death.

"Sooo, I'm finally face to face with the famous Mr J." Yen says when she has a steaming mug of tea in front of her.

Jaskier slumps on a chair opposite of her and buries his face in his hands.

"Please, don't murder me, I didn't know you were her mother..." he mumbles from between her fingers, wailing up in his misery almost far enough he doesn't hear Yen snort.

"Please, I wouldn't murder you for that. For something else though..."

"Please, don't murder me for any reason," Jaskier begs, not lifting his face from his hands.

"Don't worry, you're way too unimportant to be murdered." Yen pats his arm.

"Why am I relieved to hear that?" Jaskier moans and finally uncovers his face to look at Yen. "So, you presumably wanted to talk about Fiona before you murder me?"

"True. She has her final tests coming up before summer and she's fallen way more behind than I thought."

"Wait, wait, I thought you didn't want to murder me?" Jaskier squeaks. Yen gives him a terrifying smile.

"Like I was saying. She has fallen behind on her studies. And I need you to tutor her, properly this time, not just helping with her homework. I will pay you of course. And a bonus if I feel she did well enough in her tests."

"Pay me?" Jaskier asks, suddenly way more interested. He could, in theory, save the extra money towards a deposit for a place for his own, which he'll need soon if some other gig doesn't come up during the next few weeks.

"I'll give you double what Geralt is paying you. Tripple if Fiona's grades are good enough."

The biscuit Jaskier was eating drops from his mouth.

"Ah, shite, fuck!" he tries desperately to stop the crumbs from spreading everywhere, failing spectacularly.

"I'm so glad we have an agreement. I'll see you around, Julian." Yen rises from her chair and before Jaskier has the chance to collect a single thought, she's already gone.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfic #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #Yennefer of Vengerberg #cirilla fiona elen riannon #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #frywen writes

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remywrites5 · 5 years

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hiiii i really love your blog and i may or may not have spent the weekend binge reading your posts.... 😂 anyway i’ve had a kinda shitty day and i was wondering if you could maybe write something with james x regulus? if not that’s totally fine haha thank you!!!!!!

Hi nonny! I’m pretty sure this ask is like years old and I’m really sorry it took me so long! You probably don’t even follow me anymore but if you do I hope your days have gotten better! But either way here’s a little something for you:

***

“Oi, Jamie,” Sirius said, poking his head into James’ room. “Just a reminder that my brother is coming to visit for the weekend.”

James groaned. “Sirius, no!” he complained, shutting his chemistry book. “You’ll disappear with Remus for the entire weekend and I’ll be stuck babysitting your brother, who I’ve never even met!”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “First of all, Reg is only a year younger than us, you won’t be babysitting anyone. Second of all, we’re all going to a party at Mckinnon’s tonight so you won’t be stuck alone with him the whole time.”

“Just part of the time?”

Sirius shrugged. “I mean I’ll do my best…”

“God, you’re the worst fucking friend,” James grumbled, opening his chemistry book back up and attempting to cram for his test later that day.

“Oh and Jamie?”

“Yes?

“Don’t be a prick, alright?

Sirius ducked out of the way as a chemistry book went flying towards his head.

***

“Honey, we’re home,” Sirius sing-songed as he arrived back from picking Regulus up from the train station. James sighed and got out of bed, figuring he might as well try to be nice to the intruder. It wasn’t that James was opposed to people visiting for the weekend, it was just that Sirius and Remus were attached at the hip, and James hadn’t been making any progress with Evans. He knew it was selfish, but he hated other people being happy when he was fairly miserable. The last thing he wanted to do this weekend was hang around some snotty-nosed younger sibling.

He stepped out into the hallway and saw the Black brothers together for the first time. It wasn’t hard to tell they were related, same inky black hair, same impossibly high cheekbones, matching grey eyes. But where Sirius was all rough edges and rock and roll, Regulus was all smooth and posh. Unlike Sirius, who kept his hair long and shoulder length and a decent amount of stubble on his face, Regulus had his hair styled, cut short on the side and long on top to fall into his eyes in a very chic way. He was also clean-shaven and James could only imagine he had all kinds of fancy potions and after-creams to give him that effect.

“Hello,” Regulus said, holding his hand out to James, already being ever so polite. “You must be James. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” James said, making the handshake a little rougher than was strictly necessary.

Sirius grinned broadly and threw his arms around each of their shoulders, drawing them close to him. “My two brothers, together at last!”

“Gerroff,” James growled, shoving Sirius away and into Regulus.

Sirius shrugged and hugged Regulus more thoroughly. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

Regulus blushed, his eyes meeting James and then darting away quickly. “Yes, you kept saying on the ride over here.”

James snorted. “I’ll put some tea on.”

***

The party was already in full swing by the time they’d gotten there. Marlene lived in a flat off campus with a few other girls and even though it was bigger than the dormitories, it still couldn’t really fit the amount of people currently occupying it. Just moving around the party was like swimming through jelly. James had spilled at least a cup and a half of beer on himself just from trying to navigate the party.

As predicted, Sirius ditched them the moment they got to the party and he found the familiar head of his favorite tawny-haired nerd. James hadn’t exactly been keeping the closest eye on Regulus since then but he was slightly alarmed when he realized Reg wasn’t close by. “Fucking great,” James mumbled to himself, trying to finish his drink just as someone knocked his elbow and the entire contents of his red solo cup splashed over his face. “Fuck this.”

James edged his way towards the door and somehow managed to get it open. Getting outside was a relief, being able to smell something other than booze and sweat. He shoved his glass up to the top of his head and lifted his shirt up to wipe his face clean. When he replaced his glasses, he noticed a figure in his periphery. He turned his head to find Regulus leaning against the building smoking a cigarette. He looked a bit like an ad from a magazine, the way his leg was bent so his foot could rest against the wall behind him, his face tilted back to reveal the pale expanse of his neck. James swallowed thickly. He was absolutely not going to fancy his best mate’s little brother. Regulus was Off Limits.

James walked down the front steps of the building and stood in front of Regulus. “Does Sirius know you smoke?” he asked, raising a judgmental eyebrow at the younger man.

“Is it his business?” Regulus countered, taking a long drag from his ciggy and blowing it intentionally in James’ face in a very obvious fuck off.

James waved his hand in front of his face to clear the smoke and exhaled loudly in disapproval. Christ, he sounded so much like his dad. “You’re nothing like what I imagined.”

“Yeah?” Reg said, flicking ash onto the ground below. “What were you imagining? A toddler?”

James shrugged. “You hear the words little brother and you’re not exactly what people picture, alright?”

“Sirius never showed you a picture of me?” Regulus asked, sounding a little hurt by the prospect.

“He has,” James said quickly, not wanting to give Reg the wrong idea. Sirius actually talked about him a lot, constantly worrying about Reg being stuck at home with their awful parents while Sirius was at University. At least next year Reg would be joining them and Sirius could stop being so concerned all the bloody time. “I just think most of the pictures he’s shown me were from when you were a lot younger. Still had your spots.”

Regulus smiled and took another drag. “He’s shown me pictures of you too,” he said, his smile becoming a little more sinister. “The one when you fell asleep drunk and he glued the deer horns to your head.”

James groaned in humiliation. “The next time I see Sirius he’s a dead man!”

Regulus laughed and dropped his cigarette, sliding his designer shoes over it to put it out. “What are friends for, right?”

“Yeah,” James said, trying not to sound sad as he said it. He was happy for Sirius and Remus, he really was. The first few months of Uni had been torture, watching Sirius and Remus dance around each other, both clearly interested but not saying it. It had been a relief to see them finally get over their shit and get together. But that didn’t mean James didn’t miss the old days of the three of them being friends, not that they weren’t still friends, but things had changed.

***

Sirius, of course, went over to Remus’ after the party, leaving James to get Regulus set up on their beat up old sofa. He pulled out the only spare blankets they had, just a thin sheet, and did his best to make it look comfortable. He showed Regulus how to work the telly, in case he wasn’t ready for bed, and then disappeared into his own room.

His curiosity got the best of him and he found Regulus’ instagram fairly easily. He thanked his lucky stars that it wasn’t a private account because having Reg know that he was looking was a bit too embarrassing. He began scrolling through the pictures and felt his mouth go dry. Reg knew how to take an amazing photo. James stared in disbelief that the same guy that was currently on his shitty sofa, watching what sounded to be That 70’s Show, could be the same person in these photos.

His eyes were glued to the screen as he swiped through picture after picture, his body heating up in response. Not good, he thought, trying and failing to remind himself that this was Sirius’ younger brother. Kill me now.

He was just about to slid his hand under the covers and do something about the ache between his legs when the door to his room opened. James dropped his phone in surprise and sat up, hoping he wasn’t tenting the blankets in an obvious way.

Regulus made his way over and slipped into James’ bed without asking. James stared at him, his throat working to try and swallow, and he watched in horror and Reg made himself comfortable.

“What are you doing?” James asked, his mind racing, trying to think of anything to make his erection go away.

Regulus shrugged. “It’s freezing and your sofa is a piece of shit.”

“Then go sleep in Sirius’ bed,” James said, dragging his hand over his face. This could not be happening to him.

“It would still be freezing,” Regulus rationalized, sinking further into the blankets. “This way we can share body heat.”

James stared at him incredulously.

Regulus sighed. “Don’t be such a baby, James. Just think of it as survival mode, right?”

James nodded and got back under the covers, taking care that no part of him was touching Regulus. “Good night,” he said awkwardly, his eyes wide open. He didn’t think he’d be getting much sleep.

“Good night.”

***

James woke up feeling good. He was warm and comfortable, and except for the arm he was sleeping on that had gone numb, he felt wholly relaxed. It took a moment for his brain to clear the fog and realize that he was spooning Reg. His nose was pressed against the nape of Reg’s neck and they were slotted together from that point of contact down to their feet. James’ crotch was pressed against Reg’ bum and Christ there was no way he couldn’t feel how hard James was.

Regulus began to stir, his body shifting and James’ hand flew up and grabbed him by the hips to still him. Reg turned his head and smiled wickedly. “Problem, Potter?” he teased, moving his hips just to be a little shit.

James ripped himself away and tore the covers off, heading into the bathroom. He turned the water to as cold as he could stand it and stood under the spray. Not good, he thought having a crisis right there in the shower. Sure, he’d been attracted to blokes before. This wasn’t a sexual identity crisis because James was bi and proud and would kick the shit out of anyone that had a problem with that.

The issue was that this was Sirius’ brother and James was fairly certain Sirius would never forgive him. And more importantly Regulus was only there for the weekend. There was no point to be getting all hot and bothered about it. Except that next year Reg would be at this school with them. Shit, James was so utterly and completely fucked.

Once he’d calmed down, he stepped out of the shower and slung a towel around his waist. He ventured out into the hallway and found Regulus waiting for him. “Have a good cold shower, did we?” he asked, his eyes shinning knowingly.

“Fuck off, Reg,” James growled, pushing past him towards his room.

“You liked one of my pictures,” Reg said to James’ retreating back.

“What?” James asked, spinning around, droplets falling from his skin onto the floor.

Regulus took a step towards him but didn’t close the distance between them any further. “Last night, you liked one of my pictures on Instagram. That’s why I came into your room. I thought maybe you had done it on purpose, but I guess it was just an accident, huh?” Regulus laughed awkwardly and scratched at his eyebrow idly.

James processed what Reg had just said, trying to get past his mortification at having done something so stupid, and went right to Reg coming into his room after knowing James was stalking him online. “So last night…” James started, trying to think of the night words. “Just what were you hoping for?”

“I don’t know,” Reg responded, staring at the floor. “Something like this morning except without the part of you running away like a frightened deer?”

James stepped closer, bridging the gap between them a bit. “Why?” he asked, reaching out and tugging Regulus closer by his sleep shirt. Reg stumbled a bit but went willingly. “You don’t even know me.”

Regulus blushed prettily and ducked his head down. “I feel like I do,” he murmured softly. “On his visits home Sirius would talk about you constantly. You were almost like – fuck – like a fairytale character to me. I kept pressuring Sirius for a visit because I wanted to meet you. God, you must think I’m a stupid little kid with a crush. Please, don’t say anything to Sirius about all this. He’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

“Then how will I tell him we’re dating?” James asked, smiling mischievously.

Regulus shook his head. “Please don’t take the piss right now,” he begged softly. “I don’t think my ego can handle it after this morning.”

James cupped Regulus’ chin and forced the younger man to meet his gaze. James smiled kindly and traced Reg’s full lips with his thumb. “I wasn’t taking the piss. Although I should probably warn you that I am a bit of a cock-up. I don’t think dating me will be the fairytale you imagined.”

Regulus bit James’ thumb playfully. “I don’t care,” he said, smiling at James. “Even the beast had some good qualities.”

“I notice you’ve cast yourself as beauty in the scenario.”

“You don’t think I’m pretty?” Regulus said, batting his eyelashes.

James chuckled. “I think you’re gorgeous,” he said honestly, “And also trouble.”

Regulus grinned. “You don’t mind a bit of trouble, do you, James?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“Not at all.”

#jegulus #i write things #background wolfstar #university au #I've been writing a lot of those lately #long post #fluff #I actually wrote something where they don't kiss #it feels wrong

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wayward-pendragon · 6 years

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Klance Rec Part 2

Hello and welcome back to another Klance rec! Since the last rec was a success I have decided to make another one. I just wanna say a huge thank you to everyone, you were all super sweet and enthusiastic about the last list :)))). For any newcomers, I will link the first rec list here. Without further adieu, lets begin!

Roommates by manamune

Summary: (13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

One of very first Klance fics!! Klance become roommates and they’re hella cute. Idk what else to say that’s really it.

Would You Like Fries With That? by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee

Summary: “Hello, welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?” And that’s about when it all comes crashing down on him, and like a tidal wave of terrible, Lance realizes, on an emotional level, how truly awful his day was. For no good reason at all other than here’s a human voice – steeped in apathy perhaps, but not overtly antagonistic – and literally all he wants is a little human comfort… he starts sobbing in the Burger King drive-thru.

Keith is a junior in high school just trying to get through working the midnight shift at Burger King when Lance staggers into his life. The course of true love is a freaking disaster.

I laughed my ass off holy. I can picture this happening so vividly it was such a fun read. Plus, high school klance is fricken cute as hell so squishy and fluffy.

it had to be you by Redburn

Summary: Keith and Lance are both professors at Garrison University.

“... I remember Lisa saying it was when you ship two people together, romantically, for your own enjoyment. I’m sure…” Shiro trails off when he sees Keith’s eyes start to grow impossibly wide. “Uh, Keith?”“What the fuck?” Keith manages, his heart suddenly beating faster, his face warming up despite himself. “They ship Lance and me romantically?”

YOO. Basically all of Keith and Lance’s kids ship them and its a good time. I love oblivious Keith honestly, oblivious Keith is the best Keith.

Dorks by GriffinRose

Summary: Inspired by a post on Tumblr!

Lance is the only one listening to the current presentation, and oh boy is it something to listen to. The kid has been rambling on about aliens for ten minutes and he is trying so hard not to laugh. So hard. Turns out the kid didn't even think Lance was paying attention, so when he finds out Lance was he books it. Like, as fast it takes Lance to turn his head, that kid was gone.Keith wants to die. The Hot Guy in his bio class was actually listening to him talk about aliens. That's it. He's done. Kill him now. Poor Shiro is just trying to keep his little brother sane.

AGAIN YO. You know how I said oblivious Keith is the best? Whelp embarrassed Keith is also fuckin great. Honestly now that I’m in Uni I relate to this so hard, its really a fun read.

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by klancekorner

Summary: Lance and Keith have been best friends since first grade. Lance’s brain is always on overdrive and Keith’s blunt, realistic ass can never keep up. They both come to realize that sometimes you can learn a lot about loving yourself by loving someone else.

So this is a longer one, its over 130K but don’t let that deter you please. This fic is so good and everything a friends to lovers klance AU should be. I cannot scream about this fic enough its like a young adult romance novel, honestly I’m shitting its so good.

Better than coffee by Anonymous

Summary: Lance can’t help but linger around a perpetually grumpy-looking employee who works at the nearby teahouse. Keith, despite all the Yelp reviews, turns out to be surprisingly kind. Lance starts coming every day—although he insists it’s only for the boba.And to complain about the customer service, of course.

Hehehehehe grumpy and soft Keith mixed with Lance being Lance. A shorter fic to last one on this list its really sweet and fluffy please enjoy.

Shut Up and Dance With Me by wittyy_name

Summary: Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith. Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo. With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals... or they might crash and burn.

This fic is the real deal holy crap. wittyy_name my god istg one of the best klance writers out there. The relationship built up from enemies to lovers and the sexual tension omg this fic is a masterpiece js. I cannot stress enough read anything klance by wittyy_name and you will be happy. This fic also has art!!!

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All the Way Down by speaks

Summary: “You make it sound like we’re going into battle,” Hunk laughed worriedly on Lance’s other side. “I thought this was like, some kind of carnival.”A chortle bubbled of out Coran’s throat as he slapped his side in amusement. “Some kind of carnival, he says! What an understatement! Allura, I think it’s high time to show the paladins precisely how and where we’re going to be spending the next three days. After you, Princess.”A happy, childlike grin rapidly overtook Allura’s regal professionalism, and then a brilliant chink of light shone into the castle hall as she opened the front doors to the mountain they’d landed on twenty minutes ago.Lance went slack-jawed as his eyes adjusted to the white-blue light of Krossin’s distant neutron star, and he almost stumbled as he and the other paladins followed Allura and Coran out onto the grass to take in the view laid out before them. This place was a utopia.

This is a more recently written klance fic in comparison to some others on this list but oh man. Basically klance being all cute out on a date on an alien planet. The build up omg and fluffffff I was squealing.

Red is the Coldest Color by EnglishCivilWar

Summary: Keith’s startled look had quickly turned to one of annoyance. “You’re in my way,” he stated. Lance blinked uncomprehendingly. Keith let out a groan. “Lance, MOVE.”(In which Lance is an epic fail at flirting, Keith is an oblivious walnut, and the rest of the team collectively groans and sighs.)

Oblivious Keith is back kids!!

Love Bug by Cour104

Summary: While exploring an alien planet, Lance get's bit by a strange bug whose venom causes him to fall in love with the first person he sees. Of course that person had to be Keith. I've seen a lot of fics based the Love Bug AU where Keith is bitten by the bug and I thought: What if Lance is bitten?

Literally out of all of the fics I’ve read about klance and the lovebug AU this one wins. It’s almost always Keith that gets bitten but I really loved reading the story from a POV of Lance being bitten it was great.

Make Me Your Home by Reader115

Summary: “Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”

Set in season 2. These boys crushin hard even if they don’t realize my god.

Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia

Summary: “This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance--from the future, that is--would like to have their daughter back."or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home.

Klance and a kid oh my god. Watching the teenage versions of klance deal with a child was so pure and their reaction to them being married in the future, priceless.

time out of mind by aknightley

Summary: Keith and Lance wake up married. In the future. He lays there a moment, processing the faint throbbing in his head, a strange bitter taste like lemons in his mouth. When he opens his eyes, the room spins wildly into a kaleidoscope of colors, so he closes them again, breathing in and out until he feels less like he might throw up. He suddenly registers a warm weight over his waist, and lifts his head to see a brown arm thrown over him. It looks startlingly familiar, but different, bigger than he remembers, more toned. Keith turns all the way around and comes face to face with Lance sleepily blinking his own eyes open.

Another future marriage fic. These awkward little beans omg its really cute.

Cheeky by rideahorse

Summary: Keith pinches his eyes shut, slamming the book down again and swiveling to face Lance. “Oh my god,” he groans, standing up and crossing the two feet between them before Lance can get out a word. He grabs Lance’s face between his hands (perhaps a bit rougher than needed, but hey, he’s always wanted to slap Lance’s stupid face) and the last thing he sees is an expression of pure surprise before he leans down and presses his lips against Lance's.It’s a peck, and it lasts a second, and then it’s over. Keith leans back, releasing Lance’s face, and hisses, “There.”

Cute and short fic basically just klance kissing with some feelings involved. The summary really says it all.

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honeymoonjin · 6 years

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enjoy your stay - chapter six

A/N - Just for now, I’m trialing not putting in chapter links on this post to see if it helps more people see it since the tumblr search function cuts out posts with links. If there’s not a big difference, I’ll put them in later, but to see the first chapter if you’re a new reader, please click on my blog and check out my masterlist.

ENJOY YOUR STAY ↳Boss!Namjoon, Chef!Jin, Receptionist!Hoseok, Bellboy!Jimin, Bartender!Jungkook, Accountant!Yoongi, Photography student!Taehyung ↳Some inappropriate language and cursing. Later chapters have sexual content.

SUMMARY ↳Working the graveyard shift at a hotel isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but your coworkers are certainly happy to have you here.

CHAPTER SIX ↳It’s hard to navigate the line between professional and personal relationships, and you find yourself beginning to make deeper connections with some of the night shift workers.

The lobby’s carpet has just been properly cleaned, and the wet-dog smell still permeates the wide-open space. When you get there, the muscles in your arms creaking with the weight of the reams of paper you’re holding, you’re shocked to find Hoseok not at his desk.

Did he really need the paper that badly?

Instead, Jimin’s rocking back and forth on the roller chair, enjoying the opportunity to rest his feet for once.

His bellboy cap rests at a jaunty angle on his head and the top few buttons of his jacket are undone.

You call out to him as you approach, and he sits up with a grin. “Where’s Hobi?”

The grin falls. “Hello to you, too.”

You roll your eyes and dump the heavy load on the desk, rubbing your upper arms and wincing. “Hello, Jimin. Where’s Hobi?”

He huffs but doesn’t argue further, and his angelic smile returns. “Maybe if you showed up to work on time, you’d know.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “I don’t suppose a certain someone kept you up all night, huh?” He blinks. “All day, that is.”

You kick half-heartedly at his shins. “No, dipshit, the exact fucking opposite, actually.”

Within a second, his teasing drops. “You talked to Jin?”

You nod lamely. “Yeah,” you breathe, “we’re good.”

He’s not convinced. “But not good-good, otherwise you wouldn’t be so gloomy.”

You swallow hard but don’t respond. “Seriously, where’s Hoseok? I need to let him know I’ve got the paper he asked for, and you know that idiot probably doesn’t know how to load it in to the printer, so I need to tell him how to do that.”

Jimin resumes his lazy swaying back and forth, and shrugs. “He’s out getting the cake for Jeongguk.”

You narrow your eyes. “I’m getting the cake for Jeongguk. Hoseok doesn’t even know where the bakery is.”

Jimin huffs. “Okay, well, he isn’t doing that, then. I don’t know.” His tone is clipped, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him truly irritated. His eyes are lowered, and he won’t stop bouncing a knee, so clearly, he does know, but you decide not to press it.

“I guess I can show him next time I stop by,” you allow, noticing the flash of relief on the boy’s face. You lean your hip against the desk and stare down at him, smirking. “So, you’re on receptionist duty, huh? What if someone calls and needs your assistance in their hotel room? Will Mrs. Kang miss out on your delightful company tonight?”

He levels a look at you, but the corners of his mouth turn up. “Actually, Mrs. Kang already asked me up to her room while Hobi was still here, so hah!”

“That’s…not an achievement.”

Jimin fiddles with his cufflinks a little more before looking up at you. “There’s a dance competition in the next town over this weekend that I’ve been practicing for, I’m really excited. It’s got a cash prize, too.”

You smile at him. “Oh, good luck! I’m sure you’ll do amazing, I watched a bunch of your videos on YouTube and you’re really good!”

His cheeks pinken with the praise, but he still looks a little nervous. “Yeah,” he breaks off with a quiet laugh. “I was thinking, maybe you’d like to come with? Only if you want to, of course, no pressure,” he insists, then looks back down at his hands.

“Yeah, I’d love to, Jimin! I’m sure you’re even more talented in person.” You frown, eyes flickering around the reception desk. “Wait, I think Hobi is looking after his sister’s kids this weekend, he probably can’t make it.”

He hides a smirk. “What a shame.”

You push off from the desk and give his shoulder a squeeze. “Just text me the details and I’ll be there.”

He calls out your name before you get five feet away from the desk. “Or we could carpool? It’s like an hour’s drive each way, and there’s no point using up twice as much petrol.”

You agree breezily. “Why are you acting so weird? Don’t be nervous about the competition, you’ll kill it! Anyways, gotta go, but I’ll see you later.”

You’re too far away to make out the reply he mumbles.

The bar is your next stop of the night, and normally it consists of you popping your head inside, yelling out to Jeongguk to ask if he’s all good, then continuing on. Apart from the odd request for more bar snacks or napkins, nothing ever goes on there, not at this hour of the night, so you haven’t really had much to do with the youngest member of staff.

Tonight, however, is different. At this point, with so many strange things happening in the past twenty-four hours, it should really be no surprise that even this quick routine is disturbed.

Jeongguk doesn’t answer when you call his name, and for the first time since working here you see he’s wearing glasses. He’s glaring intensely down at something you can’t see behind the bench.

You make your way towards his side of the room, still trying to get his attention, but it’s not until you actually reach him and push at his shoulder lightly that he jumps in surprise and looks up at you. “Oh, it’s you. I don’t need anything, thank you.”

You get up on tiptoe as he goes back to what he was doing before, and you can see a mess of paper and pens on the other side. “What are you up to?”

He looks up again, impatiently, but then seems to realize what he’s doing. “Oh, shit, please don’t tell Namjoon I’m studying on the job! I promise if a customer comes along, I’ll-”

“Woah, woah,” you soothe, “it’s fine. I won’t say anything. What are you studying for?”

He nibbles on his lower lip. “Statistics. We have our final coming up and if I don’t get at least a B I’m going to fail the course and then I’ll be a whole year behind and my parents will hate me, and I just don’t have time for this, and I’m stressed and argh! It’s driving me insane.”

“Wait, are you going to uni every day then coming here and working all night? No wonder you’re stressed. Jeongguk, that’s crazy.”

He tucks his fingers underneath his wire-rimmed glasses and rubs at his tired eyes. “Nah, it’s an online degree, but it’s a lot of work and it takes me an hour and a half to get here by train from my parents house, so… Yeah, I’m a little stressed out.”

You narrow your eyes. “Why do you have a job 90 minutes away from your house?”

He slumps down, bending at the waist to rest his forearms on the bar. He tucks his chin into his hand and stares up at you with his wide eyes. “Hotel management degree. Since the course is online, we need to get real-life experience. Mom used to teach Namjoon when he was at university back home, so she asked him if I could get a place here.”

You poked at his arm gently. “So, you should be doing my job,” you tease.

He just nods miserably. “I started off helping Namjoon in his office, but it’s just so boring, and this was the only other opening.”

He seems to have given up on studying for now, standing up and absentmindedly shuffling the papers into a neat pile. You sit down on a bar stool. “Jeongguk,” you say softly, “why are you doing a hotel management degree if you don’t like doing hotel management?”

He shrugs. “Mom and dad want me to own a business like them. Hotel management has a high employment rate because people will always need hotels. And I live with them, so I can’t exactly say no.”

“Of course you can say no! It’s your life!”

He frowns even deeper and shakes his head. “I’m just going to graduate, work for a while to make it look like I tried, then do something I actually want to do. Then they can’t get mad.”

You process this for a few moments. “So, you’re doing something you hate, just because your parents want you to, and you feel like you have to because you’re living under their roof?”

“Yeah, you get it.” He shrugs again. “That’s just life.”

You shake your head slowly. “You’re too young to settle for something that makes you unhappy. If you moved out, maybe moved here, you wouldn’t have to feel like you owed them, and you wouldn’t have to deal with the transit time, and you could switch to a degree you actually enjoyed.”

A flick of hope gleams in his eyes before he schools his expression. “With what money? I can’t afford to move out.”

“I’m living in a two-bedroom apartment by myself. I was going to rent it out, but I didn’t want a stranger living in my house. If you were okay with it, I’d be happy for you to stay there.”

“I can’t afford it,” he insists, less emphatic than before.

“Consider it a birthday present. Look, I don’t need the extra money since I’ve been surviving just fine on my own for a couple years, and I want you to be happy.” You reach out and squeeze his hand as it occurs to you that this is the longest conversation you’ve had with the boy and you’re already offering him a place to stay. Damn you and your intense need to help everybody. “If you could choose any degree, what would you actually want to do?”

“Computer programming,” he answers without hesitation, “you learn to make your own video games by writing code. I’d love to be a game developer one day.”

“Then do some research on studying computer programming, and if you find something you like, my apartment has a free bed if you need it. And unlimited Wi-Fi. It is 2019, after all.”

He laughs, and you can’t help but feel warm inside when he finally cheers up. “Thanks, noona. I’ll think about it.” He starts putting his study materials back into his bag, but his eyes are distant. “You know what,” he starts, “I reckon my parents would actually be pretty proud if I moved out and took some responsibility. They always complain about me moping around the house all the time.” He smiles at you as you get off the stool and turn to leave. “I’ll think about it,” he repeats softly.

It’s amazing how a decent conversation and an act of kindness can improve even the worst day, but you have a spring in your step as you head towards the restaurant. Even an awkward encounter with a… oh, what would you call Jin? Even an awkward encounter with the man who lovingly rejected you couldn’t bring down your mood.

On your way, you bump into Hobi who’s heading the way you came. He’s pouting, but his eyes are narrowed in his classic expression of annoyance. “Where were you?”

He blinks at you. “What do you mean? Jimin told me you asked me to meet you in the storage closet. I’ve been there for the past forty fucking minutes!”

You shrug slightly in confusion. “I never said that. Jimin must’ve been messing around with you. Wait,” you question, “why would you think I would want to see you in the storage closet, anyway? It’s so musty in there, and there’s a daddy long legs on the ceiling.”

He sticks his lower lip out even more. “I mean, at first I had no idea. But I had plenty of time to think about it while standing in there in the dark, and I thought maybe you had some tea so hot that you couldn’t risk telling it in the lobby. So, I got curious and stuck around for as long as I could. Eventually I had to pee, though, and once I left, I felt stupid and decided to come find you myself.”

You can’t help the bewildered grin that stretches across your face. “If I poked a stick in your ear, do you think it’d just come out the other side?”

“Hey,” he whines.

“You should really use that skull as storage, it’s a shame to see it sit there all empty.”

“Hey!” He shoves your shoulder pettily. “If you had some hot details about the gloriously weird sex you probably had with Jin, then I wanted to know! It would’ve been worth the wait!”

And there goes the good mood. “Nothing’s happening with me and Jin anymore. At least not now. Sorry I don’t have better gossip for you, Hobi.”

He sighs and wraps an arm around you. “Don’t worry about it. I think the fumes from the disinfectant got me a little high, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.” His voice is joking, but he squeezes you a little tighter. “I’m sure you’ll find someone, muppet. If Yoongi wasn’t so gay, I’d be happy to share.”

You bark out a laugh. “I think I’ll survive on my own, but thanks, Hobi.”

He squeezes your shoulder one last time and detaches himself, jogging back down the hallway, presumably to give Jimin a piece of his mind.

Normally, at this time of night, Jin is the only one still in the kitchen, mucking around with flavor combinations, writing out a grocery order for Namjoon, or heating up some leftover dinner special as a midnight snack.

Today is surprisingly no different, and he’s noisily slurping up some al dente pasta when you slip into the kitchen.

He looks up at you straight away and gives you a gentle smile. “Nice to see you. Truly.”

You nod. “You too, Jin.” The two of you fall into a lapse of silence which you break with a sigh. “Don’t you have some sort of joke for me. I don’t know, an obscure pun about salt, or something?”

He blinks at you and sets his chopsticks down quietly. “I’m a little tired,” he murmurs. “I’ll be sure to tell you next time I think of one.” His eyes are on you as you pick up the filled-out order form on the kitchen island he’s eating at.

You run your thumb lazily over his chicken-scratch handwriting, not meeting his eyes so that your courage didn’t falter. “You were right.”

“Right about what?”

You click your tongue in disappointment. Before the whole freezer fiasco, he would’ve made some joke about how he always is. “This isn’t fair. Refusing to give me a chance because I don’t know the real you, then never being yourself around me.” You shrug. “Just tell me you don’t like me, or you changed your mind. I don’t know, tell me you’ve suddenly realized after all these years that you’re gay. But don’t make me think there’s a chance when you clearly aren’t interested in giving it to me.”

Speech finished, you exhale noisily, wetting your dry lips and blinking into the glare of the fluorescent bulbs above his head.

He doesn’t answer for a few moments, and like usual, his silence is the most painful sound.

“There isn’t a chance.” His voice is blank when he finally speaks.

“I don’t believe you.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” You blink at his rough tone and jerk your head back down to make eye contact with him. His face is dead serious, and his eyes are heavy with emotion. “Do you want me to lie to you and tell you I’m some sensitive, romantic, old soul that wants to buy you flowers and never leave your side? Do you want to give me years of your life, only to realize that I’m never there? That I hang around the restaurant for hours after closing just because I can’t bear to go home and see the disappointment on your face that I forgot our anniversary yet again? Because that’s exactly what my ex went through, and before she left she made damn well sure I was aware of how much of a shitty boyfriend I was. I wasted her time, and I’m not going to waste yours.” He pushes the half-empty bowl away from him as if in disgust and leans back into his chair in defeat. “I can’t tell you I don’t want to be with you. I can’t tell you that wasn’t one of the best kisses of my life. But I can tell you, with perfect fucking honesty, that if you chose to be with me, you’d be signing up for nothing but let-downs and misery. And I’m not going to let you do that.”

All of a sudden, confronting him seems like the stupidest idea. You’ve ruined his day yet again with a pathetic display of desperation, and you feel stupid that one rejection wasn’t enough. You clear your throat. “Message received, Chef Kim. I won’t bother you again.”

Neither of you meet the other’s eyes.

He says nothing.

You nod once, then leave.

Namjoon isn’t in his office when you finish up your final rounds a little after 3, and you sit in morose silence for almost an hour before he returns, clearly in better spirits than you.

“Phew,” he breathes, collapsing into his chair, “mission accomplished. Younger brother no longer angry at me? Check.”

You muster up a smile. “If he does need a job, I wouldn’t mind him helping me out. I just don’t have that much to do.”

He waves you off. “It’s all good, he’s going to take inventory for all our stock, one department at a time. He should earn enough money to buy a camera and then some.”

You tilt your head. “But didn’t the day staff do that two weeks ago?”

“Tae doesn’t need to know that.”

Your smile turns genuine and you let out a soft laugh. “You’re a good brother.”

The compliment makes him a little shy, and he turns away from you to hide his blush, quickly changing the subject. “Listen, Jeongguk told me about the whole moving out thing.”

You can’t help but raise your eyebrows. “Geez. That was quick.”

He nods and scoffs a little. “He was just about bouncing off the walls when I dropped off the new shipment of scotch. He wanted to tell me about it to make sure there were no staff policies against it before he said yes. Sweet kid.” You agree with him. Namjoon turns back to you with a serious look in his eyes. “And very sweet of you, Miss Mother Theresa. You didn’t have to do that.”

You fiddle with your hands nervously. “He deserves it. And the room is just sitting there, so…”

He nods once. “Well, there’s nothing against it in either of your contracts, so go ahead. I’m really glad we have you on the team, Y/n,” he finishes with a softer voice.

You smile. “Me too.”

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peaceisadirtyword · 6 years

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Secrets XII (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: I’m so sorry! :( This should have been posted before I went to Denmark, but I didn’t have time to finish it and as soon as I was back in Spain I started uni again. I wanted this to be long and dramatic. It’s long but I'm not that sure about the dramatic part😂 I hope you like it anyway💜 thank you so much for all the messages and the lovely comments, likes and reblog on the other parts!😘 Love u! To catch up, you have my masterlist on my bio!

Warnings: Smut (the first half of the chapter is pure smut lol, I felt dirty writing this), the reader feels a bit insecure, Ivar is very nice in this chapter I don’t know why, Hvitserk is the most precious thing in the world. Do not read if you’re under 18.

Words: 4142 I told you it was long.

Inspiration: Griffenholm Confessionals by @akamaiden @laketaj24 @ivarsshieldmadien @ivarswickedqueen

gif belongs to @ivarthebonelessvk

The fucking alarm.

You groaned, closing your eyes tightly. You didn't want to go to class, why did you even took maths? It wasn't like it was your passion, you didn't even like it. But of course you wanted to think you were smarter than you actually were.

You tried to move on the bed, to stop the alarm which was destroying your ears.

But someone stopped you.

"Can you please stop moving?" a deep voice sounded in your ear, startling you. And then you realized that what stopped you from moving were someone's arms, locked around your waist.

And that what was ringing wasn't your alarm, but your phone.

And you weren't at the school, but at the big suite of one of the best hotels in Copenhagen.

"Ivar?" you asked, confused and rubbing your eyes "Is that you?"

You felt him raise his head.

"Of course it's me, who would it be?"

"I don't know, I couldn't remember... Can you please let me go so I can pick up my phone?"

"No" he huffed, tightening his grip around your waist "Just ignore it"

"Ivar, please" you tried to escape, but he was too strong... And you didn't really wanted to get away from him.

He didn't answer, just pressed his chest against your bare back and closed his eyes.

You sighed. He was too stubborn.

Your phone stopped ringing for a few seconds, but then it started again.

Ivar growled, and you smirked.

"If you let me take it, it will stop"

He sighed, but let you go, opening his stunning blue eyes to see you moving on the enormous bed to take your phone, frowning when you saw the caller on the screen.

"Hello?" you picked up "Dad?"

"Y/N where the fuck are you?" he sounded angry, and you flinched at his hard tone. Ivar pressed his lips together and looked at you frowning.

"I'm in... Copenhagen" you answered, confused.

"Why there's photos of you with Ivar Lothbrok, Y/N?"

"Photos?" you looked at Ivar, who was eyeing you "Oh, yeah, the photos they took of us last night... We attended a Christmas dinner Ivar's dad organized..."

"Ivar's dad?" your father was panting "Why the fuck did you attend an event organized by Ragnar Lothbrok and with his son?"

"Because I'm spending the holidays on his house"

"What?! I didn't give you permission for that"

"Well, I didn't need you permission" you started to get annoyed by his tone "I asked you and mom if I could go with you to spend the holidays, but you told me no, so Ivar invited me to his house so I wouldn't have to spend Christmas alone"

"I prefer you alone than with that bunch of criminals"

"What? Okay, first of all, since when do you care about my life? You've been ignoring me for years, and now you're pretending to care about me? What has gotten into you?"

"I won't sit down and wait until my daughter becomes Ivar Lothbrok's whore"

You widened your eyes, gasping.

"You know what? I'm going to ignore that and act like this conversation didn't happen. I'm alive, and I'm having the best holidays ever, so fuck off"

You locked your phone, finishing the call and throwing your phone on the bed, sighing.

"Who was that?" Ivar looked at your phone, frowning.

"My father" you shook your head "I didn't realize the photos would be published... Of course, you're famous here"

"I'm not famous" he rolled his eyes "Is your father friends with my uncle Rollo?"

"Yeah, they have business together..."

"I don't really know my uncle, he left for France when I was a kid and my father and him don't get along"

"He's nice, I've only seen him twice but he gave me tickets for the theater so I like him"

"What did your father tell you?"

"He's angry because I'm spending the holidays with you, he says he doesn't want me to become your whore, literally"

Ivar raised an eyebrow.

"And I thought my father was a bad one..." He scoffed "It's good he wasn't here last night to see you screaming my name underneath me while I..."

"Ivar!" You laughed, hitting his bare arm "Shut up!"

The night had started slow, nice and passionate. Ivar had guided you to the big suite that he had reserved for the night. There was champagne and a giant speaker playing your favorite songs. After pressuring him a bit, Ivar admitted it was Ubbe who had the idea.

He had touched you slowly, caressing your skin and making love to you, in a bed which was bigger than your whole room in the school, surrounded by soft sheets and comfortable cushions. Ivar had cursed and you moaned softly.

But that had been only the beginning.

You were about to jump on Ivar's lap to give him a good morning kiss when his phone started ringing. He rolled his eyes when he saw the caller, but answered anyway.

"What, Hvitserk?" He sighed while he eyed you carefully. You didn't have any clothes on and the sheet was thin enough for him to see your bare skin.

"Ivar, are you still at the hotel?"

"Yes, I'm with Y/N, and we have the suite for two nights, so no business today, brother"

"I know, I just wanted to tell you" Hvitserk sounded annoyed "One of Ecbert's guys killed five of ours last night, dad is going to talk to him tomorrow"

"Fuck" Ivar rubbed his eyes "Where?"

"In a bar, in Vesterbro"

"And dad is going tomorrow?"

"Yes, he's meeting with Ecbert at his house tomorrow"

"Don't you think it's a bit stupid to go to his house?"

"Hey, we tried to tell him to choose another place, but he won't listen... Anyway he asked one of us to go with him"

"And?"

"Björn and I don't want anything to do with this, and Sigurd and Ubbe are with mom at home, so..."

"That only leaves me" Ivar raised his eyebrow, laughing sarcastically "Okay, I'll go, none of you deserves our father"

"And Ivar, be careful with Y/N, okay? The photos have been published and probably Aelle already knows her name and her fucking blood type, so please take care of her"

"Don't worry, Hvitserk, she's safe with me"

"She better be"

His brother hung up the phone, and Ivar shrugged, not really understanding why he was so annoyed at him.

"What happened?" You frowned, a bit worried.

"Nothing, just Lothbrok drama" he rolled his eyes "And my brother being weird... Now, where were we?"

After the slow lovemaking you had shifted positions, and this time you enjoyed his moans and his expressions, even making him look at you in the eyes as he came inside you. You didn't know watching him writhe in pleasure was that... Exciting.

You had ridden him, his hands traveling all over your body and yours on his chest, he bit his lip sometimes, and only opened his mouth to praise you and to moan loudly. His moans built your own orgasm, and you squeezed him harder than before, making him almost scream in pleasure when he came.

His bright, full of lust eyes were on you, staring hungrily at your body as it moved against his.

His hands ripped the sheets from your body, and he growled as he kissed your chest and neck, you felt dizzy and put your hands over his shoulders to steady yourself.

Just when he was about to touch you, someone knocked at the door, saying something in danish. Ivar sighed annoyed, but answered something as he took the sheets to cover your naked body.

"Breakfast" he explained, as the door opened and a man entered with a tray, smiling and bowing his head.

Ivar nodded, and the man left the tray on the desk. You noticed that he was shaking a bit.

"Tak" you smiled at him, trying to ease his nerves. Ivar was intimidating, you understood him.

The man smiled at you and nodded again before leaving the room.

"How much breakfast did you order?" You widened your eyes looking at the enormous display of food.

"Actually I did not order anything, I was served already" he muttered, trying to tear the sheets off your body again "It was mor, last night, she was worried we wouldn't have anything to eat"

"Aw, that's so sweet of her" you smiled softly, ignoring his attempts of getting you naked again.

"Yeah, lovely, now let me eat my breakfast" he whined, making you laugh.

"Ivar, for fuck's sake, are you insatiable?"

"When it comes to you, yes I am" he finally managed to rip the sheets out of you, forcing you on your back and getting between your legs.

"I've never done this before" you admitted, biting your lip as you kneeled next to him on the bed. You were completely naked, and with your hand on his hard cock. He was panting and had trouble focusing to understand what you were saying, you were secretly proud of yourself for having that effect on him.

"You don't have to... If you don't want... Fuck" he moaned as your hand squeezed his cock.

"I want to" you assured, a bit nervous "But tell me if I do anything wrong"

"Okay"

You leaned in, kissing softly the head of his cock. Ivar hissed and his hand tangled into your hair immediately. You opened your mouth and took him in, caressing his shaft with your tongue. He made a strange sound, and you looked at him warily, worried.

"Fuck, don't look at me like that" he panted, cursing in danish "Are you sure this is the first time you're doing this?"

You nodded, still moving your head up and down, trying your best to take as much of him as you could.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking good..." He praised you, caressing your hair proudly "Look at you, taking all my cock on that pretty little mouth of yours..."

You blushed, but felt confident enough to move your head faster and to try and take a bit more of him.

"Relax your throat... Yes, just like that" he moaned, feeling your wet and warm mouth all around him.

You had tears in your eyes, but you felt so good...

"I think it's time I reward you for being such a good girl last night" Ivar bit your neck, smirking when you gasped and your hips moved against his.

In seconds, his lips were over your clit. His breath hit you where you most needed it and you moaned.

"Ivar" you moaned.

He hummed and finally his lips touched your clit, he licked, sucked and even bit it until you were begging him, you needed him inside you. You had never craved someone that much.

"Ivar" you repeated, your nails digging on his shoulders "Please, please, I can't... I need..."

"Okay, okay" he chuckled "I got you, love"

His lips traveled up your body, until they met yours again.

He thrusted into you without warning, making you almost scream in pleasure and surprise.

"God, Ivar" you clenched your fist around the sheets, moving against him

He smirked.

"Say that again"

"Do you think you can take one more?" He muttered into your ear. You were exhausted, sensitive and sleepy.

"I don't know, Ivar..."

You had been fucking for hours, you lost the count of how many orgasms you already had. You couldn't even turn your head to look at him.

"I'll do all the work" he promised, his fingers caressing your naked waist "I promise, then we can sleep"

You just nodded, letting him pull you closer to him, your back touching his bare chest. His hand traveled to your thigh and he put your leg up his waist.

He entered you at once, both of you moaning at the feeling. He sighed into your ear as he started moving, slow and deep... Just how you needed it.

"You take me so well" he muttered "It's the first time I can't get enough of someone... Fuck, Y/N"

You opened your eyes tensing up at that.

"Not even with Freydis?"

He stopped moving, sighing into your neck.

"No, not even with her" he admitted "That scares me, to be honest... I already wanted to die when she left me... I probably would kill myself if you leave me"

"That's the alcohol talking" you smiled, shaking your head.

"No, it's not" he squeezed your waist "I promise, Y/N, I was in love with Freydis, but she wasn't in love with me... You give me more than I give you"

"Shut up" you took his hand, pressing your body even more against his as he started moving inside you again "I love you"

"I love you too" he muttered, his voice deep and husky "Fuck, I'm not drinking any more, I sound like Ubbe"

You had had enough sex for like three months.

Though even then, after fucking for one day and two nights in a row, you still felt that familiar wetness between your legs as Ivar got dressed.

"You stay here" he repeated, taking his crutches and getting up from bed "I'll be back tonight, if I'm not, Hvitserk will come and get you... I can't take you with me, Ecbert is probably watching me and it would be dangerous" he added when you opened your mouth to protest.

"But I'll be bored" you pouted.

"You have Netflix" he winked at you.

"Ivar" you whined "Come on"

"Sorry, love, it's dangerous" he repeated "I'll be back soon, I promise"

He kissed you softly, and you hummed happily, frowning when he broke the kiss.

"Bye" he winked at you and left, closing the door after him.

You sighed, finding yourself all alone in the enormous room. You were already bored.

You got up from the bed, flinching softly. Obviously, you were sore.

You took a shower, brushed your teeth and put your underwear back on, going back to bed and turning on the tv to put Netflix.

You couldn't focus on the tv, though. You didn't exactly knew what Ivar was doing in that moment, as he refused to tell you, but you could imagine it was something dangerous. And a part of you was worried as hell while the other part told you to calm down. His brothers wouldn't let him be in danger, would they? Especially Ubbe and Hvitserk, who were more protective towards Ivar.

But you didn't really have time to worry too much, as someone knocked at your door.

You frowned, but turned off the tv and took the sheets from the bed, covering yourself with them before walking to the door slowly.

"Hello?" You said, clearing your throat.

"Y/N, I'm Hvitserk" you recognized his voice, and you sighed in relief, opening the door.

"Hi" you smiled to him "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you until tonight or..."

"It's fine, you did well asking" he winked at you, entering the room. He tried hard not to stare at your figure, as the sheet clenched to your body.

"Is everything alright?" You asked, frowning while closing the door.

Hvitserk sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm not sure" he shook his head "Ivar texted me, he said he wasn't sure of Ecbert's intentions and that the negotiations were a bit... Tense, he told me to pick you up and take you to the apartment, we'll wait there"

Your heart sinked, and you bit your lip.

"Y/N" Hvitserk softened his tone, caressing your cheek with his hand "Ivar will be fine, he's survived worse things"

"Oh god" you rolled your eyes "Why wouldn't I get a boyfriend who works on a fucking restaurant?"

"Oh, but that wouldn't be nearly as fun, love" he chuckled "Come on, get dressed"

"I only have the dress and the heels..."

"I forgot to bring you some clothes... It's fine, you can borrow some of Ivar's clothes at the apartment"

"Okay" you sighed. He sat at the couch and unlocked his phone as you took the dress and the heels and got into the bathroom to change.

You flinched when you put the heels back on. God, you hated heels.

"You look really good with that dress on, Y/N" Hvitserk smiled "You should wear it for school"

"I'll do it when I want to get expelled"

He chuckled, getting up and walking to the door.

"You have everything?"

You took your purse and your phone, looking around before nodding and walking behind him.

"I do, come on"

There was another man at the elevator, who looked at you with widened eyes as you entered. Hvitserk cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows.

"See something you like?" his tone was intimidating and he tilted his head. The man muttered some excuses and fixed his eyes on the floor of the elevator. You bit your lip to hold back your laugh.

Hvitserk took you to the apartment by car. You were thankful for that because you weren't sure you'd be able to walk all the way to the apartment with those heels.

It was quite big for being an apartment in the center of Copenhagen, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a spacious living room and a large kitchen. Everything was tidy and clean, and Hvitserk told you his mother lived there when they were at the school.

"Ivar hasn't came here since Freydis left" Hvitserk explained "So I was a bit surprised when he told me to get you here, though I think he did it so you'd be safe, Ecbert and Aelle think we sold this apartment when Freydis left, so they would look for you at the hotel and at our house"

"He came here with her a lot?" You asked, distracted by the portraits and the paintings on the wall. You had discovered that Aslaug liked painting, and she had painted portraits of her sons.

"They practically lived here" Hvitserk sighed, taking a beer from the fridge and sitting on the couch "That's why he hasn't come back since then, it has a lot of memories for him"

You smiled softly looking at one picture on the wall that showed the four brothers. Hvitserk, a blonde, chubby child, was hugging a very little Ivar, who was sitting on the floor smiling to the camera. Sigurd was kneeled next to his little brother, and Ubbe, the oldest, had one hand on his shoulder, smiling proudly.

They looked so cute...

"Why did you grow up and ruined this?" You asked, still looking to the picture.

"Trust me" he chuckled "Sometimes I'd like to be that age for the rest of my life"

You smiled softly, shrugging.

"I'm gonna go change my clothes"

"Ivar has some clothes on the main bedroom, you can take whatever you want"

Of course Ivar would demand the main bedroom.

You took some sweatpants and a jumper, both of them were too big for you, but they were far more comfortable than the dress... And they smelled a bit like Ivar.

You went to look at your phone again but this time it didn't answer. Great.

Sighing, you sat on the bed, opening the drawer of the bedside table to look for a charger.

But what you found made you freeze.

There were a lot of photographies, on some of them there were only one blonde girl. Freydis.

On some others, Ivar and her were together. On one they were kissing, then laughing on the next one, and finally... Freydis smiled, looking at the camera, and Ivar smirked softly, looking at her in a way that made your stomach turn.

Will he ever look at me like that?

The answer your inner voice gave you wasn't really what you wanted to hear.

Freydis was beautiful. You bit your lip and sighed, trying not to feel too much intimidated.

Freydis is Freydis, and you are you, there's no point in making comparisons, you're not like her and she's not like you.

Just when you were about to close the drawer and go back to the living room with Hvitserk, you saw it.

It was a small, velvet box. It was completely black and, when you opened it, you could see it contained a silver ring with... Was that a diamond? God.

You widened your eyes as you looked at the beautiful engagement ring, too focused to hear Hvitserk entering the bedroom.

"Ivar was about to ask her to marry him" Hvitserk's voice startled you "Ubbe and I went with him to buy that ring. It's beautiful, expensive... Freydis would have loved it, but she left two days after we bought it and Ivar never had the chance"

"He never told me anything..."

"And he won't, only Ubbe, Sigurd and I knew about that"

"Weren't they a bit young to get married?"

"Of course" Hvitserk chuckled "He was planning to ask her first, and then marry her when they were older... I'm sure you've noticed, Ivar is really possessive and needs the rest of the world to know what belongs to him, so no one will touch it"

"Yeah" you rolled your eyes "But I wasn't really expecting this" you muttered, looking at the ring again.

"Ivar is impulsive, possessive and he was too in love with her, he had this idea and no one could make him change his mind"

You frowned, closing the box again and taking the photos.

"Do you think I will ever be good enough?"

Hvitserk raised an eyebrow, shrugging.

"Why wouldn't you be good enough?"

"I don't know... I'm nothing like Freydis, I'm... Normal" you chuckled "I just cannot help to think she was too special in his life, that I will always be the replacement"

"You're not the replacement" Hvitserk spoke calmly. Out of all the brothers, he was the one who understood your insecurities the most. You felt compared, as he had been feeling his whole life "You're nothing like her, Y/N, trust me"

"You didn't really like Freydis, did you?"

Hvitserk shook his head.

"I saw what she was doing with my brother, she manipulated him... He acted really strange when he was with her. Ubbe tried to ignore it, but I had quite a few fights with Ivar because of that"

"Maybe... She had her reasons?" You bit your lip "Don't get me wrong, I still think what she did was really bad, but maybe she had her reasons to leave... I mean, I've been with a very angry Ivar, he can be really cruel, and he has said things to me that would have me run away from him"

"Yeah, I know what you mean" Hvitserk nodded "And I agree, we will never know why she did what she did unless she tells us, and I don't think she will, honestly... But don't feel like the replacement, Y/N, you're far from being a replacement"

"Thanks, Hvitty" you smiled, hugging him and leaning your head on his shoulder "You know, I think you're my best friend here in Denmark... Elise too, of course"

"Lovely, I love being the best friend" he smiled a bit, and maybe if you had looked at him you'd had seen how he pressed his lips together "Ivar doesn't deserve you, you know, you're too kind, too pretty... Too good"

"Thank you" you laughed "I don't think I'm too good, Hvitserk, but I appreciate your words"

"If you were told every single hour how amazing you are, maybe you wouldn't doubt it" he chuckled "I would tell you every minute, Y/N, I'd tell you you're the most beautiful person alive"

"Hvitserk, I think you're exaggerating..." your smile faded when you lifted your head and saw him, closer than you remembered, with his beautiful green eyes on yours. Your heart skipped a beat when he leaned into you and your lips touched briefly, just before his phone started ringing.

Hvitserk quickly got up, getting away from you, and taking his phone to look at the caller.

"I'll be at the kitchen cooking something, you must be hungry" he said in a casual tone, as if he hasn't been about to kiss you just seconds ago "Take your time" he smiled at you before going out of the room, answering the call in danish.

You stood there, with the photo in your hands, breathing heavily. God what had you done? You loved Hvitserk like a brother, you had already forgot about him, so why didn't you moved away when you saw his intentions?

In the photo, Freydis smiled, as if she was mocking you. You felt awful then, and quickly tossed the photo into the drawer, closing it and covering your face with your hands.

God, Y/N, why are you so stupid?

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nikatyler · 5 years

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When I finished my exam today, I was really excited and full of energy but now all of that is gone and I’m starting to see how stressful this day has actually been. I’m so incredibly tired! I went to bed at 11 pm yesterday, fell asleep quite quickly, woke up again at midnight. I slept until 4 am and then I kept waking up and falling asleep in what I believe were really short intervals. I don’t know which of these nightmare scenarios I had were actual nightmares and which ones I came up with thanks to overthinking. It was some crazy shit - one of them, probably the craziest one, I actually shared on twitter yesterday. For a little bit, I was worried that I would wake up without the ability to read or write. And even though I know that’s impossible, I was so worried and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Thing is, my anxious perfectionist brain always jumps to “either you do well on this or you die” mindset. Which then leads to me being stressed out days before and doing crazy things because of that. Just to name a few: I unfollowed a lot of blogs because following so many was driving me insane. I muted a bunch of people on twitter and called it self care even though it was probably just petty. Last but not least, I’m generally more mean and insensitive than I usually am these days and I hate that but also, I just can’t help it. (hey please if I was mean to you, don’t give up on me, it’ll get better again I swear) So yeah, fun times. Can’t wait for it to be finally June so all of this is over.

To quote my favourite musical: hold your breath and count the days, we’re graduating soon, college will be paradise if I’m not dead by June.

Onto those replies now.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “So…I was just casually setting up another scene, posing the sims and...”

This is DESTINY of this generation - trying to die (hard)

Just wait for when I focus on Regan. That girl is...going in her parents’ footsteps. I swear it’s not my fault. Seriously. I would never want for any of my important legacy sims to die.

Okay well, I might have planned to kill off Tyler at one point like year and a half ago but we don’t talk about that. Ever. Not since that dumb “one year with Rose triplets” thing. Don’t worry about it.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Unfortunately, it didn’t help. Again, sims logic. Don’t question it....”

NO MIRACLE NO

Miracles shouldn't die!

How dare you!

When I said "don't return to aliens" I didn't mean "die instead"

pxelblobs replied to your photoset “Unfortunately, it didn’t help. Again, sims logic. Don’t question it....”

Noooo Miracle!

I knew that sims could burn to death if the weather is too hot and everything, but it has never happened to me and I certainly didn’t expect it to happen now. I was freaking out. That was not how I wanted her story to end.

Then I went to twitter and asked people what they want me to do, but before the poll ended, I actually decided that nope, I can’t do this, she has to stay alive. By the way, if I remember correctly, people voted for leaving her dead. Sooo...yeah.

harmoniouspixels replied to your post “WAIT HOLD UP IS MIRACLE LIKE DEAD DEAD”

I guess I wasn't paying too much attention until this ask BUT MIRACLE'S DEAD WTF

Lmao I can see this happening to me. In fact, it has definitely happened to me before - just casually scrolling down my dash, not paying attention to anything (which is why I never go to my dash anymore) at all and then suddenly I realize - wait a minute, when did that sim die?! What did I miss?

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Yeah well, Adam, maybe you could’ve done something when you still had...”

Will Smith voice: It's rewind time

I laughed so hard at this because I literally made the same joke a few posts later. Great minds think alike! *let’s pretend I’m a great mind ok, at least for a few seconds*

treason-and-plot replied to your post “WAIT HOLD UP IS MIRACLE LIKE DEAD DEAD”

This game is so cruel

Yup.

It couldn’t have happened to like...I don’t know. Esme during the uni storyline. Or Fred during James’s storyline. Guys, do you remember Fred the mustache guy? Good old times.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Adam: “Hmmm, I wonder what I should do?”

I just thought... IT'S A BEACH THERE IS PLENTY OF WATER AROUND

I KNOW

THAT’S WHAT BOTHERED ME THE MOST IT LITERALLY DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE

*slow clap for sims logic*

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “At least she gets a nice gravestone…I guess. Aaand the dog is useless...”

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “At least she gets a nice gravestone…I guess. Aaand the dog is useless...”

I can't believe she died this way! :'(

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Miracle baby oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t want this to happen I’m...”

:( :( :(

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Miracle baby oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t want this to happen I’m...”

�� poor miracle

The only thing I really enjoyed about this is that these posts fell on the weekend before April 1st. I know this isn’t something to be laughed at...but the timing was so perfect. If I had planned this, it wouldn’t have worked.

Then again, let’s be real, I wouldn’t have planned this. This is just cruel.

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Worry not, Adam. The Grim Reaper might be cruel but I’m the one who’s...”

Whew I'm glad she's still alive

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “Worry not, Adam. The Grim Reaper might be cruel but I’m the one who’s...”

PHEW!!!!!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Worry not, Adam. The Grim Reaper might be cruel but I’m the one who’s...”

Yay!

I’ve never been more excited to quit without saving

whysimstho replied to your photoset “Lydia: “Sorry I’m late! I didn’t mean to, I promise. Siblings got in...”

"Oh yeah and my mom died in an alternate reality but it's cool, it's cool."

I mean, she’s definitely heard about all the crazy shit that has happened to her family over the years, so maybe it doesn’t seem as a big deal to her anymore.

It’s been a while since I last said Roses are a mess but they really are a huge mess lmao

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “cloudberry-sims: ???: Sorry but you can’t read that book yet! Stone:...”

Zillah will most likely appear after I finish Strangerville!

Yay! You don’t have to rush though, as long as she appears one day, it’s cool. It’s just a little sad when I spend a lot of time working on a sim and then the person who requested them never uses them.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “This girl is no longer on fiyah, fiyaaaaah”

Next time you try to die don't do it, okay?

Oh trust me I’ll keep an eye on her from now on

It’s what Caleb would have wanted

wait did I just make myself cry thinking about this

dreamsongsims replied to your photoset “I’m still not sure why she’s doing martial arts. Like yeah, I wanted...”

That moment when you just can't remember what your plans were for your sim! I have that a lot. LOL

I guess I do kinda remember the purpose for the story, the problem is...I don’t actually understand why I did it that way?

create-a-sim replied to your photo “someday i’ll be famous and you’ll have to admit you were wrong.”

Wow, this looks super cool!

Thank you! I really enjoyed working on this. It’s just one of the many outcomes of my “Tyler gets famous” headcanons, which by the way are one of my favourite things to think about these days.

onemoreordinarysimblr replied to your photo “Am I late to the party?”

Very cute!

alfalfalegacy replied to your photo “I had to do another one.”

This is a nice looking room!!

berrysweetboutique replied to your photo “I had to do another one.”

They're too fun and this is way cute ♥

Thank you guys! I really enjoy the idea of this. I’m definitely not done with this trend yet! ♥

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognize...”

Oh it sucks that that person isn't around anymore(( losing friends is always hard

Btw, the edit is really cute!

Yeah...I was going through my old posts yesterday, saw some asks and got sad about this again. I miss talking daily to a person who was so much like me in so many ways. I don’t want to go into details but yeah...never thought I could miss a person I’ve never actually met and here I am.

desira-sims replied to your post “�� ?”

I feel ya on the bands. My music tastes seems to go from one extreme to the next.

It’s so hard to limit yourself to just one genre! I don’t understand how some people can do this. Well, I don’t actually believe such people exist...everyone has their “guilty pleasure” and no one will change my mind.

desira-sims replied to your post “I associate you with Ross and Caleb :D (i really need to catch up on...”

This is 100% me.

It’s clear, if a sim wants to be the mascot of my blog, they have to be a bisexual disaster.

I mean, when I look at myself, that makes sense. I myself am one big bisexual disaster.

mellowaliens replied to your post “Tomorrow, I’m taking my first graduation exam. It’s a writing one, so...”

Good luck hon!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Tomorrow, I’m taking my first graduation exam. It’s a writing one, so...”

Good luck! ❤️ You can do it!

desira-sims replied to your post “Tomorrow, I’m taking my first graduation exam. It’s a writing one, so...”

Good luck!!! Sending positive vibes your way.

whysimstho replied to your post “Tomorrow, I’m taking my first graduation exam. It’s a writing one, so...”

Good Luck!

audrey-rosewadsworth replied to your post “Tomorrow, I’m taking my first graduation exam. It’s a writing one, so...”

GOOD LUCK

audrey-rosewadsworth replied to your post “Tomorrow, I’m taking my first graduation exam. It’s a writing one, so...”

I BELIEVE IN YOUUUU

poisonfireleafs replied to your post “Hey hi hello guess who survived the exam? It went better than I...”

Good luck tomorrow :)

*hugs* Thank you so much guys. ♥

desira-sims replied to your post “Good morning guys, I'm still freaking out about the exam. I'm taking...”

Just take deep breath and don’t stress too much. You’ll do great on the exam. Congrats on your milestone!

I started feeling so much better when I left home. I went out and I was like okay, I can’t do much about this anymore, can I? And then I met up with my friend at the bus stop and we just talked and suddenly I wasn’t scared anymore because I realized we’re all in this together - the two of us, the rest of our class and all the other 80 000 (or something) students in our country who were taking the exam as well.

My biggest problem was that the exam started at 12.30 and ended at like 2.30 pm. If it had been in the morning, I wouldn’t have had so much time to worry about it. Thank the lord that’s the case with the English exam tomorrow, it starts at 8 am which is an okay school time for me - on a normal day, classes start at 7.50.

Also, thank you! ♥

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Hey hi hello guess who survived the exam? It went better than I...”

Yay, congrats!

desira-sims replied to your post “Hey hi hello guess who survived the exam? It went better than I...”

Woot woot!

mellowaliens replied to your post “Hey hi hello guess who survived the exam? It went better than I...”

Good luck and congrats!

Now I’ll have to wait for the results...that’s gonna be fuuuuuun.

By the way, people are already making memes based on the topics and I enjoy that. People who didn’t take the exam can’t understand, but it’s really funny, I swear.

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset

awwwwww! ♥ ♥ ♥

They’re definitely among the cutest couples I have in my game right now! ♥

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Courtney: “Uhh…” Regan: “Wait. You…you guys? You’re like…” Felix: “Not...”

Well I kinda shipped themXD

I must admit that I didn’t at first, but then I noticed it could work. Whenever Regan said something bad about Felix, Courtney defended him, and so I thought...what if they went to uni together? Could they fall in love? Turns out they could :D

#replies #tiny-tany-thaanos #pxelblobs #harmoniouspixels #alfalfalegacy #treason-and-plot #whysimstho #dreamsongsims #create-a-sim #onemoreordinarysimblr #berrysweetboutique #desira-sims #mellowaliens #audrey-rosewadsworth #poisonfireleafs #simlovinggirl

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ijustreallylovezebras · 6 years

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What Would They Say? Pt 2

Pairing: mob!Tom x Reader

Summary: The reader is a bartender at a bar owned by Tom Holland - the leader of the most feared mob in London. Part One

Requested: No

Two nights later and I’m on shift again. James and Ollie said that they’d swing by at some point but weren’t going to stay long because Ollie needed to pack and James was going to help. Ollie was leaving early the next morning for the army, a dream that he had held since he was a little kid, much to the disapproval of his parents.

At the moment, though, the bar is fairly empty. A couple of the regulars are sat at various tables and Jon’s talking to a man about his trip to London. It’s as I’m cleaning the bar and washing up glasses that the door swings open and Tom makes an appearance.

Jon and I both watch as his eyes flick around the area and we exchange an unsure look. I take half a step towards the back office, to alert Mr Terry of the man’s appearance in the bar but Tom catches my movement and holds out a hand.

“He doesn’t need to know I’m here,” he instructs. I swallow and nod, my eyes trained on him as he slides onto a stool at the very end of the bar, the side nearest the door. “Same as last time, darling,” Tom orders and I nod, taking a freshly washed glass and filling it up and setting it on the bar in front of Tom.

I move to walk away from the man, figuring that he clearly wants privacy, never mind the fact that he scares the shit out of me but am stopped by his hand reaching out to grab my shirt. I whirl around to face him again, instinctively moving my hand out of his grasp.

“Can I help you with anything, Mr Holland?” I question and Tom observes me for a second.

“Company,” he states simply and I feel colour rising in my cheeks.

“I... I have to work, Mr Holland,” I try to excuse myself but Tom shakes his head.

“The bar’s practically empty. Besides, I see you talking with customers all the time when you’re working,” Tom points out. I swallow and nod, carefully wiping the wooden bar down and silently praying for the entrance of another customer. No such luck.

“Okay then,” I agree quietly, not wanting to anger the man who could easily have me ordered to be killed, if not kill me himself. Tom hums in appreciation as he takes a gulp of the drink in front of him. Either not noticing or not caring how uncomfortable I clearly am.

“Why do you work here?” Tom asks me and I smile down at my hands at the straightforwardness of the question.

“The same reason most people work? For money?” I suggest, grinning shyly and Tom laughs quietly at that. “I have to pay for uni somehow,” I say, looking up at him with a small smile.

“Don’t most people’s parents pay for their university education?” Tom questions, quirking an eyebrow. I remain quiet, feeling the smile slip off my face. “Y/N?” He questions, a more serious tone in his voice, clearly not used to people ignoring his questions.

“They pay what they can.” I say, a note of finality in my voice, indicating that I no longer want to talk about the subject. When I sneak a look at Tom from the bar I notice the slight unimpressed frown that resides on his face, clearly unsatisfied by my answer. “What happened to your friends?” I blurt out, not wanting to hover on the subject of my university life any longer.

“They’re busy. My brothers went home. Harrison and Jacob have... business to attend to,” Tom answers. “Where are yours?”

“Packing,” I respond simply, “they said that they’re going to drop in later for a break from it,”

“They leaving you?” He questions, a cheeky smile on his face and my cheeks heat up at the sight of it. I refrain from rolling my eyes, still finding myself being intimidated by him despite the friendliness of our conversation.

“They have their own lives too, Mr Holland,” I point out and Tom chuckles lowly.

“You can call me Tom, you know,”

“Tom,” I repeat and smile of the man in question appears to grow a little at the sound of his name leaving my lips.

“There you go, love,”

Before I can reply, the back door swings open and Mr Terry comes out. I shut my mouth quickly, looking down. An action that doesn’t go unseen by Tom.

“You okay, love?” He questions and, if I didn’t know better, I would have thought that it was genuine concern in his voice. I just nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Hello Tom,” Mr Terry’s voice breaks out and a shiver rolls down my spine at the sound of it. Then he turns towards me. “Girl, get Tom and I a drink,” he orders, not waiting for the nod of my head before turning away again. “I swear I’m getting it,” his voice is low.

“I’m not here about the money, Davy,” Tom says, not lowering the volume of his own voice.

“Then why are you here?” he questions as I finish filling one of the glasses up and I place it in front of Tom who nods his thanks at me. I give a small smile but don’t move my eyes higher than his nose. I couldn’t meet his eyes. I couldn’t get distracted by them.

“Just a... friendly visit,” the words sound sinister, even to me and I cannot even imagine the connotations of them. I place the second glass in front of Mr Terry and turn away.

“Took you long enough,” the man huffed and I bit my tongue to keep quiet.

Part of me wanted to stay and listen to the conversation but the bigger part of me wanted to run to Ollie and James for safety. Why weren’t they here yet? Instead I went to Jon who shot me a questioning look and I feigned letting out a huge breath of air, which made him laugh.

“You looked terrified the whole time,�� Jon informed me as I approached him.

“It wasn’t that bad,”

“You looked more unimpressed then that time I kicked your ass at pool,”

“You just like bringing that up,”

“Good point, well made,” I roll my eyes at my work friend and groan.

“Ollie and James are meant to be here,”

“We are here!” Ollie argues, just as the door closes. I laugh and rush around the bar to greet them.

“Took you long enough!” I say, hugging them each in turn.

“Just cokes today, Y/N/N, we need to pack again when we get back,” James orders and I nod, walking back around the bar to pour them.

“Also, we picked up your post for you! There’s a postcard from Louis and a letter,” Ollie says, sliding both over the table.

“We’re offended because all we got was a postcard,”

“He loves me more,” I grin, opening the letter first and awing when a bracelet fell out. I quickly slipped it onto my wrist before allowing my eyes to scan over my friends words.

Louis had been travelling ever since we finished college. His mother died in our last year of sixth form and he didn’t know how to deal with it. The four of us (Ollie, James, Jess and I) tried to help, but quickly found that it was difficult to comfort someone over the loss of a parent having never lost one yourself. We held sleepovers, movie marathons, anything to try to distract him from the loss of his mum.

Three days after his final A-Level, Louis left to travel the world. The catch was, that he was not going to use any technology other than his camera (his dream from being a kid was to be a photographer), meaning that the only communication we could have with him was through hand-written letters. Jess and I loved it, the guys not so much.

We’d all get postcards every few days and every week or so I’d get a full on letter updating me on how things were going and a more in-depth recollection of his adventures, occasionally including little gifts like bracelets. Jess received them every two to three weeks and the guys got a letter once a month.

“You’re going to write to us, right?” I say to Ollie after I finish reading Louis’ letter.

“I’m taking a phone. I don’t know how to write,”

“Bullshit, Ol, write us, it makes me smile to have something to keep,” I tell him and he rolls his eyes.

“You sound like my mum,”

“You treat me like your mum,” I retort.

“I love your mum,” James chips in and I nod in agreement.

“Your mum is fantastic,” I agree and Ollie laughs at that.

“You got Mum jealousy?”

“Nah, I love mine,”

“Y/N! I need the bill,” Tom calls from the other side of the bar, where Mr Terry had just vacated his spot.

“I don’t think you have to pay, Tom, you kind of own the place,” I point out, smiling as I walk over. Tom smiles back and I swear my heart melts a little at how adorable it makes him look.

“Well, I want to tip the bartender for her good service,”

“You don’t have to do that,” I say, blushing bright red.

“I don’t have to do anything, Darling. I want to,” he reaches down and grabs his wallet from his front pocket. I watch in almost shock as he pulls out five twenty pound notes and passes them across the bar to me.

“I can’t accept a hundred pounds, Tom,” I say, shaking my head.

“Sure you can, Darling. This isn’t even going to make a dent in clearing your uni fees and I want to help,” he assures me, a charming smile in place.

“Tom...” I trail off.

“Unless you can give me an actual, logical reason as to why I shouldn’t give you this money, darling, I’m going to give it to you,” he says.

“Thank you,” I whisper quietly, taking the money from him and his smile seems to widen a little at my shy words.

“Have a good night, darling,” Tom says, standing up. Before I can react, he leans across the wooden bar and grabs my wrist, gently tugging me forward to place a kiss on my cheek.

Part Three

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yukhye · 6 years

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Lucas II Friends to Lovers + uni au!

I’m posting just because of four babies were in affirmative about it TTimnotcryinipromise

(Feel free to criticise and point out my mistakes cz I suck in this)

Genre: angsty-ishfluff?

So it starts of like usual, where you and Lucas have been friends for years now. You knew each other since high school and coincidentally you both happened to enter the same university,

majoring different courses but sharing this one common optional subject which brought you two more closer

In this time span you both became very close to each other and you could call each other somewhat best friends

Now reversing back to school days, hello it’s Lucas we’re talking about? You didn’t know any girl who’d deny that they didn’t find him attractive, and they’d so badly crush on him. Plus you’d see him with a different girl every month or two, but you never heard of him having an actual girlfriend.

But now that you spend so much time with him, you learnt that his mind keeps on diverting and he’s more of a guy with fears of making commitment.

Now this is important to mention that you had this tiny crush on him back at school, but you already knew back then, that this boy was out of your league, or maybe you just got this vibe of you two won’t really click together. More like you thought you wouldn’t like him as a person and you weren’t his type.

And yes, you were definitely wrong. As time evolved, he kept on opening up to you, making you find him more and more interesting.

You’d really observe how he talked with a depth in his voice no matter what the topic was. How he’d laugh in a higher range be it on something you said, or even on an irrelevant joke of his very own. You learnt that he was actually a very soft and genuine person when it came to being with his company. And in no form you can’t tell yourself that you weren’t already cherishing everything this person had to himself.

You liked the occasional sweet talks you had between you two, and as much as you enjoyed the friendly banter and flirting; it took over you at a god speed. You liked him. And it was becoming a lot.

This one day when you both were in the library, this girl from pharmaceuticals walked to your table and started to converse with him. It was provoking, you thought they were definitely two seconds away from exchanging their numbers, and this act also took place on the same moment as your brain thought of it.

Since that day, you developed this concept of maybe you should stop feeling this way, Lucas was never that man for you, you can’t make him be that man now either. And you told yourself that you just weren’t his type and maybe you didn’t deserve him. He was too perfect from your view.

You were determined to stick to your decisions, but it kept on showing on your every move. You started to avoid him little by little. Cause telling yourself to stop liking him, made you like him even more. You missed having stupid conversations with him about anything and everything. You missed his aura, his voice, his smile. And mostly you missed how he’d hold your hand to drag you into buying beer out of the campus. You wanted him to hold your hand again, but not for buying drinks, but in some romantic manner.

As your thoughts clouded your world, you never had the idea of what Lucas actually had going inside his head. That boy texted the girl from the earlier day, once or twice until he realised this was a waste of time. He already had someone else pictured inside his head. And if you’re thinking it just happened now. Lol you’re wrong. You never really noticed how he’d look at you while you ranted about your classes and professors. How you’d get all flustered while making your coffee order though you’ve been having the same thing for the last century. He’d enjoy teasing and complementing you, cause that’s the only time he’d get to see your cheeks cover up in a coat of faint peach. And he would hate himself for not being able to tell you how beautiful you were, and how cute you looked everyday walking to that one class with him or just running errands on your thrifted Gucci tracksuit. Not to mention he really adored those cute little habits you had *insert your smol habits cz bitch I love dem*

Months passed away and by the end of your semester, it was just killing Lucas from not getting replies to his texts. You taking a different seat on your class away from him. Coming late to class and leaving before he could even catch you up. He was getting mad and annoyed.

So after the semester test he managed to catch you up. More like you ran straight onto him while you were out in the city to buy some stationery.

You picked up a notebook when all of a sudden another hand reached out for it. You looked up to see, it was Lucas. Uwu

“Hi.” His voice finally made its way into your ears. Your brain couldn’t equate if you were really seeing him in front of you after such a long time. You should be replying something by now, but you just kept on looking at him. Reading his features, making you realise how much you missed him. “Y/n won’t you talk?” Lucas asked again, waving his hands to get your attention. “Yes!” You replied a bit too loud, and covered your mouth with your hands, gaining a few looks from strangers around. Lucas let out a small chuckle, taking the bundle of notebooks from your hand, and intertwining one of your hands with his. “Let’s go I’ll buy you coffee.”

You were somewhat embarrassed. For what a. You actually ignored him on his face for the last few months b. Why the hell was he still so nice to you as if you did nothing. But then again you thought that Lucas probably didn’t even notice all that happening, like the usual shit.

Lucas got you both your regulars. After letting the warm drink cool down a little he begun with his questioning.

“So why were you avoiding me all that time? Was I too disturbing?” He asked straight. “What? No. I..” You stopped midway to your answer. “You..?” He asked. “I didn’t want to bother you, before the finals.” You lied taking a sip from your cup. “Not like I really got myself into studying, cause this one person wasn’t picking up my calls or replying my texts and unseeing me on public, even though we both noticed each other on classes.” He grinned with pure annoyance scribbled on his face. “This person? Me?” You asked. He didn’t say anything more. “I.. I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d really get mad about this.” You said, also knowing you were talking gibberish at that very moment.

That’s just when you noticed that girl from the library who probably came with some other friends, checking you both out from a few tables away.

“So did you talk to her?” You asked Lucas motioning your head towards that table she was sitting at. “You wish.” He said. “You didn’t?” “No.” “Oh.”

And after a while he decides to leave a bomb. “Do you even notice that I like you y/n?” He said looking at your eyes, making you almost spit the coffee out and fit into a cough. “I’m sorry.” You got embarrassed, quickly reaching out for the napkins when he handed them to you and passed you his bottle of water. And the situation took a more heavy air as it switched to awkward silence and him waiting for you to answer anything. It’s never been like this with Lucas and you. “I’m sorry y/n.” He broke the silence, getting up to leave. “I’ll see you around.” Just like that he left that place.

And you thought you’d be a jerk if you don’t do it now, so you ran out to stop him.

“No wait.” He paused a building away, on your request. *more like you yelled on the streets* “I’m sorry Lucas. I’ve already ruined a lot in our friendship, and holding things to myself won’t really help it anymore. I like you a lot Lucas, I find it hard to look at you as a friend only. I can’t sum it up in words, but I really like you and I know I’m in no way what you want your girlfriend to be like, but I couldn’t do this anymore so I had to get away from you. Lucas you’re perfect and I- ”

“Y/n can I kiss you?” He interrupted your way bottled up speech. “What?” “I want to kiss you.” “I don’t know what am I supposed to say to that!” You frowned and flustered as your cheeks begun to heat up. “Don’t punch me and even if you do I’m sorry.” He licked on his bottom lip and walked the closest to you. “Oh my god why are you trying to kiss me Lucas!” Which was loud enough to get awkward on a public place. “Okay stop yelling y/n.” He hugged you tight enough to nuzzle your face against his chest.

“Fuck you?” You lifted your face up to look at him dreaded with confusion. And the next thing you knew you found it irresistible to not go on and already have your first kiss with him.

fin.

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pondering-apollo · 3 years

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Hello, Apollo! I hope you’re doing well!

For the author ask game (if you want): 1, 3, 12, and 74?

Have a good rest of your weekend! xx

From this ask game.

Hey Sage!

1. What got you into writing?

I've loved writing since I was like, six or seven years old? I remember watching a kid's programme where Roald Dahl was talking about how there's a story in all of us and just generally being encouraging about giving it a go. I made myself a little book out of folded card and drew pictures and wrote myself a little story about a wizard, and that was it. I'd fill notebooks and take them into school to show my teachers. The first time I ever wrote FanFiction, I was thirteen I think? I wrote a story about Team Rocket from Pokemon being involved in a heist, then changed all the names and a few details and submitted it to my English teacher for an assessment 🤣 (I don't think she had any idea; she gave me great marks). I went on to study Literature & Creative Writing at uni. I suppose I've never really stopped, ever since Roald Dahl told me I could do it if I wanted to. It's helped me through the shittiest years of my life, and I will never tire of running away to the weird little world in my head.

3. Is writing just a hobby or is it something you would like to pursue as a career?

I guess I kind of touched on this before, but I have a love-hate relationship with this question. The short answer is, yes. I would love nothing more than to write for a living. The longer answer is that a lot of what motivates me is feedback and interacting with people as I write, and writing a novel is a hard slog where you don't really get that. I've tried so many times - I have a story that I've planned out, and a couple of characters who actually I really love. But it's lonely when you're the only one who knows them and loves them - whereas I could be writing about characters who I love who lots of other people love equally, and we can scream about together, and I just ... I quickly fall back into fanfic writing every time I try. The second thing that's always present at the back of my head is the idea that as soon as you make something more than a hobby, you run the risk of taking all the enjoyment out of it. As soon as you put deadlines on it and make it the thing that pays your bills, you're writing because you have to, not because you necessarily want to. Studying literature killed my love of reading for a while. Picking up a book was a task and not a treat, and that sucked. I'd hate for writing to become that.

4. Do you have any fics planned for the future that you're excited about?

All The Queen's Men. Hands down the most excited I've been writing anything in so long. I just don't know if it will translate ... like. I've never written anything on this scale before. At least, not that I've shared like this. There's a lot of planning that's gone into it and lots of ideas and depth to backstories, and I'm scared of info dumping or not weaving the plot together well enough, of it being boring or too complicated or only making sense to me - the list goes on. But despite all that, It excites me every time I come back to it. I also have an idea for another canon based fic after I'm done with Crossing The Line - this one set before No Regrets and concerning Levi as the gang leader in the underground, and a reader/OC who is empowered and a little bad-ass and very clever and sort of an enemies to lovers type vibe.

74. Share a line, or ten, of a new or old wip

Okay this is getting long, and I've been looking for an excuse to share this half-done bit of Riptide that I don't know if I'll ever finished but brought tears to my eyes to write - so I'll post it separately and link it. 😊 HERE.

#ask games #more rambling from me #sorry for clogging the dash ha 😅

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hannie-dul-set · 3 years

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hello! i just finished reading act i & the interlude of ‘it takes four years to grow a peach tree’ so i wanted to drop by and gush over it a tiny bit hskdxlc i can’t seem to come up with anything to say in order to express how in love i am with your writing—the beauty of how the words you wrote came together to deliver character dynamics, set scenes and root feelings has left me absolutely, positively infatuated with jaemin’s character and your diction haha i did feel slightly upset upon reading the last paragraph since i know the second part isn’t out yet but now i can’t wait to read it once/whenever it’s out if it is to be posted! i shall wait patiently :D properly reading it was something i had been putting off since i was busy with uni the past few weeks but now that i did, i am so glad it was over the weekend! the emotional turmoil inside my heart along with y/n’s was definitely something i couldn’t have dealt with if it was to be done when reading in multiple sessions & under the stress that comes with weekdays spent in school. the tears took no time falling out during our main character’s little outburst, especially since it’s something i can relate to… i also adore aram, sungchan and johnny’s characters! it was so cool of the third to sweep by and save y/n during her little journey to and from the vending machine; that excerpt is now tattooed onto my brain as a monologue that absolutely killed sldkfjdk i look forward to reading other works of yours, please don’t feel pressured to answer to this ask! hope you have a wonderful day/night ahead 🌸

GAHHH hello bb thank u so much for sharing ur thoughts!!! i can't think of a comprehensible reply rn bcs i feel like a living corpse but i really really appreciate it thank you huhu 😭😭😭.

#LOVE U #💌: anon #feedback #peach tree

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graygrams · 6 years

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The inevitable return to the dark void that is my mental state

To those wanting to bore themselves with my therapeutic rambling posts, hello. It’s been a long time coming but evidently, it appears that my depression is back and is worse than usual.

I don’t really know where exactly to start. It’s been on and off for about a year now, and this summer is where it manifested itself into the all consuming kind of sadness which seems to live with me. Beginning university this time last year was a saviour for me - I need to be busy in a new environment in order for me to be sane. I was fine up until that Christmas and that’s when a few hiccups with my mum sent me into a sad period which, in retrospect, was the reasoning behind my reckless attitude in second term. Easter time came around and I was busy in India with my favourite person -- my dad -- which was my period of solace. I was also concentrating on my assignments due in the last term which again, had me occupied and therefore feeling alright.

Third term began and it was okay to begin with, I had a crazy story involving a friend lying to me about having a terminal illness which shook me but I was spending time in the sun with friends which was taking my mind off it, and I had a good support system which made me feel safe. As the term was ending however, less hours doing work were required and more time by myself as a result, and I felt myself slipping back slightly and secluding myself from my friends. This summer being alone in my new (too expensive) rented student house really tipped me into a truly horrid state & I’ve only just been able to write about it.

I was alone. I had friends and yes I saw them, but I didn’t like being alone in such a large house - it was lonely and quiet and scary at times. I was (and still am) desperately trying to get a job to occupy some of my time, and receiving rejection after rejection was notably taking it’s toll on me too. Friends seem to get jobs easily and effortlessly, and although I was happy for them, it just made my feelings of inadequacy even worse especially since I was trying so hard.

Not having contact with my mother at all during this period also made things worse as time was moving on, I felt more and more pressurised to call her or to arrange a meeting with her and I just couldn’t bare it after seeing her the last time.

(ok small side note I started writing and now I can’t seem to stop?? and this is going to be sooooo long lol okok back 2 work)

My 20th birthday happens (cheers to the end of my teenage years!) and I get a call from mum who tells me she’s depressed and asks me not to see her for a while, which was upsetting but also slightly relieving as for once she was the one not wanting to see me. My birthdays have always been a mix of happiness and sadness, and this was no stranger to the tradition. If anything, it made me realise my own feelings of loneliness and disconnect from the world and I contemplated suicide again, which was unfortunately, a feeling which has been reoccurring this whole summer that I am still battling now.

I managed to get a weeks’ worth of work in London as an assistant director in a summer course at an acting school and that was a saviour for me. I was busy, I was working, and I was meeting new people who I enjoyed spending time with and who made me happy. It went incredibly well, and if all goes to plan I hopefully have a few weeks worth of work there during Easter and Summer holidays.

The following week I was in France again for a family holiday, and that’s when I began to crash again. I was completely disconnected that week due to numerous factors, so much so that I don’t actually remember much of the holiday itself. I returned home feeling exhausted socially and took a day or two for myself to recuperate, which was a mistake on my part. Alone in the house once more, I found myself panicking about every aspect of my life until I was blue in the face and I couldn’t seem to escape it. I considered dropping out of university. I love university a lot and I would be happy here in York if the looming dread of my living costs weren't keeping me up at night unable to get a job. All of my friends were working and even the mention of their job was enough to send me spiralling so naturally I distanced myself from them all to avoid that.

The height of my depression was when I texted a helpline to talk me out of killing myself last week. I felt suffocated and unable to do anything to help myself and I honestly and truly thought about doing it. I didn’t know how, but I wanted to. As soon as I realised my own thoughts having gotten to this point, it’s when I realised I had to draw the line. I was not going to repeat myself. I have a lot to live for and although right now I can’t see much point in living, I hope that I will begin to find something to live for soon. I’m on antidepressants - started about 5-6 days ago - and I’m praying that they work. I am hoping for a job to come through for me too. If not, I’m afraid I don’t know what I’ll do. I need movement. I need to meet new people at uni and expand my social circle and I need to keep busy. I need things to work in my favour for once, I am depending on it. I’ve talked about the seriousness of these feelings to close friends and their desperate attempts at making me feel useful fail to register in my mind. I’m in very dangerous waters and I am trying to my best ability to get out of them - but I need things to start looking up.

That’s the end of my rant, I suppose. I doubt anyone is reading but it helps me gather my thoughts. See you.

#mine

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byler-n-harringrove · 7 years

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Halloween Night (Byler)

Hello everyone! I am so sorry for not posting for very long, school has just started and it's my final year before uni, so it's ramping up and im finding little time to write between school, work and family? ;( I am so sorry, and I will be doing the best I can to keep up requests and keep this moving! The reuqest is: @aspiringlampturtle Ok oh my gosh hi ok so do you think you could write a lil one shot where the party is trick-or-treating and byler sneaks off (for whatever reason) and they end up confessing to one another?(maybealittlesmooch)? Uhh bonus points if El has a girlfriend but that's not necessary and also I love your writing also maybe something with Dustin just frikkin eating so many 3musketeers? Anyway love you bye thanks

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Halloween was always the best time of the year for the group, all the candy they could eat, a sleepover at Mike’s and a sugar coma that would last them the whole weekend. They were lucky this year it fell on a Friday meaning they could gorge out for the whole weekend and start a new campaign Mike had written with a Halloween horror twist.

This year their theme was Star Wars. Mike was going as Han Solo, Will was going as Luke Skywalker, Dustin as Chewbaka and Lucas was going as Darth Vader. The girls, on the other hand, we're going as two different versions of Leia, not knowing what else to wear. It had taken the boys a whole month to nag the redhead to wear a matching costume with her girlfriend, but she has finally caved in when Jane had given her girlfriend her puppy eyes.They are all 17 now, it has been years since all of the worries of the gate, and they were living fairly normal lives.

Something that they didn’t expect was Jane and Max hitting it off, soon coming out with one another and started dating roughly a year ago. They were adorable, Lucas was a bit sad, but when Mike realised that their group didn’t care about sexuality, he decided to tell everyone he was bisexual (which he explained to them that he liked both boys and girls). It came out weirdly, one time they were playing DND, but it didn’t change them as a friend group.

But what he didn’t tell them was that he was crushing hard on his best friend Will Byers.

But, back to Halloween, because Mike was startled when he heard a knock on the door. That would be his friends. He quickly dashes to the fine before his mother or father could, flinging the door open to see all his friends in their costumes, all handmade of course, with Will standing at the front of the group with a warm smile. That smile was already causing butterflies in his stomach.

“Ready to go and get some full-sized chocolate bars?” Will asks, grinning.

It was the first Halloween that Johnathan hadn’t actually been told to follow Will trick or treating, even if he never truly did, so it was almost a celebration of Wills independence and strength. Mike nodded, leaning down and grabbing his pillowcase which he had left beside the door.

“Let’s go! See you Mum, Dad! We’ll be back soon!” Mike called over his shoulder before shutting the door, the group leaving the front yard and started to hit up the surrounding houses before making their way down the street. Before they left the front lawn, he heard a shrill yellow of his mother reminding him to be back by 9, which he always was without fail so he simply rolled his eyes as they took off down the street together.

“I can believe, just like always, we got more 3 Musketeers!” Lucas whined loudly as they left the lawn of another house, a couple streets over from the Wheeler’s residence. No matter what year and the group's hopes, they always seemed to get the same chocolates from the same houses, but that didn't falter Dustin of course.

The group dumped the chocolates into the curly haired boy's pillow sack, Dustin then fishing out the other chocolates and goodies he had gotten and given them to the others in fair trade. “You guys just haven't gotten a good palate yet, it comes with my stunning good looks after all” Dustin jokes, wiggling his eyebrows and doing his ‘famous’ growl, causing them all to scoff and wave him off.

Mike and Will were travelling at the back of the pack, something they tended to do together whenever they actually were together (so all the time). Mikes eyes continued to glance over at the brunette boy with the bowl haircut, admiring how the street lights gently glimmered in his mud brown eyes as they walked in stride together. Will had decided to skip wearing a blonde wig, as it made his skin turn to a rash, so they had a brown haired Luke Skywalker walking the streets in their group.

But tonight, tonight felt different for Mike. Something in his gut was telling him that there was something in the air, something that was making him gravitate ever stronger towards his Will, it was a gentle hammering of his heart, he felt that maybe, just maybe, Will felt the same way.

Maybe tonight was the night he could try and admit his feelings to the other male, on the greatest night of the year, standing there in their Star Wars outfits in the night where they didn't have to be themselves and they could be whoever and whatever they wanted. It could remove the stress, remove the pressure of having to be straight, it was a night they could express themselves.

So, in Mike’s gut, he knew tonight was the night and he wasn't going to let the opportunity slip through his fingers so easily without taking a shot.

As the other made more distance from Mike and the Will, the taller and curly haired male wrapped his pencil-like fingers around the others narrow wrist, Will looked up. Slight shock and confusion flashed through the boy's eyes, a small tilt to his head further to the side in confusion.

“Is something wrong Mike?”

Something about the boy’s voice was always able to make Mike quiver, but as he shook his head, a small smile reached the taller boys lips, he tugged at Will’s wrist softly as to pull him towards the park they were just about to pass. It was quiet, it was not very well lit so no one could identify them, and it was somewhere Mike could feel himself comfortable about coming out about his feelings.

“Nothing, just, I need to tell you something. A secret” He explains as their feet hit the woodchip, making soft crunches under the boots of their costumes as they walked towards the swings. Hm, how poetic.

Sitting down, Will took the other swing as if by instinct “Are you okay? Something, something hasn't happened has it? I'm sure you could have told me in front of the others…” Will starts to question in both interest and worry.

The other shakes his head, giving a small shadow. For some reason, he couldn't help but found Will’s concern for his well being quite cute, but he felt like it was a sign, or maybe he was just simply reading into the boy too much and it was just Will being a good friend. “I'm promise I'm not dying or anything Will. Its something, I need to tell you first before I could even think about telling anyone else”

Will simply nodded “Well, my all ears. Your best,best friend, I will always be there for you” He explained, pressing his feet against the ground slightly to causing him to slowly swing on the seat.

Mike felt his eye fall downcast as he also found very hard to swallow at that point. What if this all backfired on him, what if Will didn't want to be friends with him anymore because he felt too awkward about it? Would it rip their friend group apart because of it? No, no he couldn't let these stupid fears get a hold of him! He needed to do it now before… Before someone else was lucky enough to scoop Will up from under his nose.

“Mike?”

It snapped him out of his thoughts immediately, causing Mike to look over at the boy beside him and finally swallow the lump in his throat. Just as always, even in the dim light of the playground, worse than that of the street, but he could still roughly make out the boys slowly sharing facial features, those eyes and that bowel cut he was never seeming to grow out of even in his late teens.

“I love you” He sputtered.

Finally! He was able to get the words of his chest before another worry could enter his mind and force him not to. Mike was staring straight into the other boy's eyes, not breaking eye contact as he was simply too scared to move in case he would startle the other boy before he could even reply.

There was silence for a moment, it hung over them both and Mike felt like he was going to choke on his words if he didn't at least get some type of answer form the other boy because waiting here in suspense was killing his poor little heart.

“I love you too Mike…I just never thought you saw me that way” Came Will’s quiet and small reply, causing Mike to let go of a breath he hadn't realised he was holding while waiting for the other to speak.

Moving forward slowly, as to yet again not try to intimidate or scare Will, Mike found him kneeling in front of Will, who was sitting on the swing and slowly pressed his rather colossal palm against the boy's cheek and slowly curled his fingers around his cheek to accommodate to his jaw and hairline.

Will was smiling, from what Mike could make out, and as he gained enough courage to lean in and finally seal their lips, he knew Will was smiling as he could feel the curving upwards of his lips pressed against his own in the soft, gentle and innocent kiss. It seemed to last more than a few seconds for Mike, but as their lips finally moved away again, the ravenette kept his hand pressed firmly against the others cheek as he let out an airy sigh of relief. Will joined soon after, slinging his arms lazily over the other's shoulders.

“Well, I would love to say “I know” “ Mike stated, trying his best to impersonate Han Solo’s voice which caused another giggle from the other male “But I’m happy I finally got the guts to tell you. After all, best friends, don't like do they?” He didn’t know whether or not to call Will his boyfriend or not.

“Boyfriends don't lie, Mike”

Will said suitably, grinning now, the sparse light bouncing off his pearly whites in the dark night like Mike’s own personal beacon. His own little savour in the waves that was their crazy and hectic life. Nodding, their foreheads gently rested against one another as they fell into a silence, enjoying each other's small embrace and company.

“Will, Mike wh- Found them!” A familiar feminine voice called out, and the boys quickly looked up to see that Jane was standing there a couple meters away from them, soon enough the whole group seamlessly popping up behind her, all eyes kneely trained on the two boys. They both were a bright red (not that anyone could really notice) as their friends started.

“Totally Tubular” Max stated, causing the others to all look at her before the whole group burst out laughing together, moving over to the playground itself and simply all messing around, starting to open their candy. It was a silent acceptance of Mike and Will’s new found relationship, and it meant the world to him.

They sat there together, eating chocolate and lollies sitting on the swings, facing away from the street and shrouded by darkness, fingers interlocked tightly as they smiled, watching their friends and each other.

Yep, Halloween was definitely the best night of the year.

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