#getting Cassandra ready for uni

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Getting Cassandra ready for Uni

Wyvern Hall

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Peakaboo! I see you... (modern!Stalker!Aegon II Targaryen x reader)

synopsis: You have always felt safe in your own home, shutting out the scary, real world. Unknowing, that someone stared at you through the large windows almost every day and night. But a window is just glass, and glass… oh it breaks so, so easily…

warnings: Dark fic, non-con, slight somnophilia, stalking, obsession, mentions of alcohol and drinking, afab reader, angst, fluff, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex

word count: 8k

taglist: @urmomsgirlfriend1, @agqrtz

(If you want to be tagged in the `kissing booth AU´, for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

a/n: So, in honor of spooky season I started rewatching `You´ and this is what happened. Let me know if I missed any tw´s or anything. I hope y´all enjoy!! <3

When you had moved to King´s landing you found yourself alone and truly scared for the first time in your life. Fleabottom wasn´t the safest place to begin with, but it was the only thing you could afford while attending Uni, leaving you very little safe spaces. One of them being your friend Sarah Snow´s place and the other, your own apartment. Where you could shut out the scary real world with the turn of a key and multiple locks. Cuddling into your bed with your phone, the tv providing the only source of light in the apartment. It´s still early in the evening, but you had always valued a quiet night in over going out to some shitty bar or club or party, like your friends did. You silently shake your head at the thought of Sarah, Aly and Cassandra getting hammered at some party right now. And as if they heard your thoughts your phone starts to ring with an incoming videocall.

“Hey girl!” Aly exclaimed the second you accept the call. Making you hold the phone a little further away at the sheer volume of her voice. You can see your other two friends in the background, getting ready for going out.

“Hey, Aly. What are you up to?” You ask in a much quieter tone.

“We´re going out tonight.” By the way her words slur ever so slightly it is clear that the three of them had been pregaming.

“Okay, but… Why are you calling me? You know I am not in on the whole party thing.” A feeling in your gut told you, that a plan was afoot. A plan you wouldn´t like as much as sitting at home and watching movies.

“You´re coming with us. That´s why.” Cassandra´s voice sounds from the background.

“Oh no. No. No. No.” You insist.

“No, no talking back this time. Your gonna like it. I promise. There is this really niche bar, that has an open mic thing tonight for anyone that wants to share their work. It will be great.” Cassandra tries to convince you in a sweet voice.

“Ugh. Cas, Aly…”

“Come on. You always whine about being insecure about your writing. This could be great for you.” Sometimes you really hated your friends persistence. Especially when her points weren´t even half bad.

“Alright, fine. Send me the address and give me an hour to get ready.” You hear them cheering as you rub your eyes with the hand that isn´t holding up the phone. “But I won´t get behind that microphone. No matter what you say.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just get yourself presentable and come down. We´ll meet you there.” Just as suddenly as they had called you, they hang up again.

You throw your phone to the side and sigh deeply. Running your hands over your face, followed by bringing them down onto your upper thighs in an attempt to motivate yourself. Of course it doesn´t work and so, with another sigh you turn the tv off and hop into the shower. The warm water feels nice on your skin and when the time to step out, the typical feeling of not wanting to leave overcomes you. But you have to get ready if you don’t want to get shit from Sarah or Cas, so you force yourself to put on some light makeup and grab the next best clothes from your closet, that make you look presentable. Looking at the location of the bar you realize that it is only a few subway stops from your place and so you grab your phone, keys and wallet and head out to the station closest to your place. Checking twice if the pepper spray is still in your purse.

You walk down the stairs just in time for the subway to arrive.

When you arrive at the bar Sarah, Cassandra and Aly are already waiting outside. Greeting you with a mutually hollered “Babes!!”

“Heyyy!” You mirror their tone. Putting on a wide smile to not let them see how tired you really were.

Together the four of you enter the bar and the first thing you notice over the low chatter is how stuffed it is already. You barely find a table that fits all of you and immediately order a round of shots. A good choice as it turns out, because you barely have time to put down your coat, when you hear your name announced over the mic. A frown flits over your face, but you don´t have the heart or maybe the energy for a discussion now, so you pound back another shot and get up on the small makeshift stage. You sit down on the uncomfortable bar stool and introduce yourself. Beginning to read the latest excerpt from the book you were writing that you still have on your phone. The audience honestly doesn´t give much of a reaction, aside from your friend´s aggressive cheers. And the spotlight blinds you a bit, letting your anxiety practically spike. You can hear your voice shake as you read. Your hands and legs still tremble when you finally get back to the table.

“Y´all are such assholes. I told you I didn´t wanna read…” You protested as you take a drink from them.

“Aw, you were great either way, babes. Now come on. Let´s enjoy the evening.” Sarah tries to keep peace, laying a soothing hand on your arm. You know she means well. All of them do, but you still feel kind of hurt, that they had gone behind your back like that.

Over all the commotion and the people that read after you, you completely ignore the blonde stranger who, ever since you had entered the bar, couldn´t seem to turn his eyes away from you. Blissfully unaware of the dark thoughts behind them. And it stays that way until you leave. Tipsy, staggering up to the uber under his hidden watchful eyes. You close the door behind you and push the feeling of being watched aside as a side effect of being a woman alone in the outside world. He follows you in his own car. Thoughts of needing to have you and being the one for you swirling in his mind and possessing his every thought. Your mind however is occupied with the need for sleep and so he goes easily unnoticed. Looking through the widow of your ground level apartment as you undress and go to bed in only your underwear. He can even count himself lucky enough to go unnoticed by you over the next few days as you follow your usual routine. Going to the gym, the library, lessons, grocery shopping. Whatever you do, his eyes are on you. Until he is sure he knows your schedule by heart. Moving him along to step two of his plan.

You meet up with your friends at a bar again. A different one this time and on your own accord. It was the last day before spring break and them all leaving to visit home. All of them except for you. You don´t mind not going home so much as being alone for a whole week. So, you make sure to enjoy the evening with them and once again ignore the feeling of being watched that had sat in the back of your brain for the past week or so. And when you go to get another round of drinks, that´s when he strikes.

You make your way over to the bar. Not really looking where you are going, when you run into someone. Their drink spilling all over the front of your shirt. You jump back as the wet fabric clings to your skin.

“Woah, I´m so sorry. Are you okay?” The stranger gives you a bright smile, flashing his perfect teeth. A smile that reaches his lilac eyes. Making them sparkle and crinkling their corners. He holds out some napkins for the stain that steadily grows more uncomfortable.

“Thank you. Yes, no. Yeah, I´m alright. Uh, I´m sorry too. I totally didn´t watch where I was going.” You tap at the stain in order to hopefully take some of it off. Smiling back at him. You can´t help but to. “Let me buy you a new drink. To make up for all of that.”

“No, no. I should buy you one. I totally ruined your shirt. I insist.” He is so effortlessly sympathetic that you couldn´t even protest against his words if you wanted to.

“Okay.” Youn nod and follow him to the bar, where you sit down together.

“I´m Aegon, by the way.” He extends his hand for you to shake, which you do while offering up your name.

“It´s nice to meet you, Aegon.” The two of you order drinks and fall into conversation easily. Talking about anything and everything until you feel your phone vibrate inside of your pocket. Pulling it out you see Cassandra´s name on the screen. Reminding you of who you actually came here with and why.

Another glance at the clock tells you, that it is well past midnight.

“Shit, I didn´t realize it was that late already.” You turn to him to say goodbye. Ready to never see this handsome not so strange stranger ever again, when he makes you another offer.

“Want me to drive you home? It´s probably not safe out there at this time of night.”

“That would actually be so great, but I´d hate to inconvenience you. I probably live in the whole other direction from where you need to go.” You rub your neck. Taking a step back, ready to leave to say goodbye to your friends.

“Come on, it would be my pleasure to do that for you. I would hate for something to happen to you on your way home. Just say yes.” Aegon´s gaze is so intense and there is only one thought behind them, that the alcohol has made you ignorant of to his luck. If you leave alone now, he wasted his chance.

You sigh. “Okay, alright. Thank you so much. I just need to say bye to my friends and then we can go.”

He offers you his jacket to hide the stained shirt and then follows your lead back to the table.

“Hey, girls. I´m super sorry I just dipped, but I met Aegon and he´s gonna drive me home now. I´ll explain tomorrow. Okay?”

“Yeah, alright. Just be safe and don´t do anything we wouldn´t do.” They wink at you and turn back to their conversation as you and Aegon make your way outside to his car.

Ever so gentlemanly he opens the door to the passenger side of the golden Mercedes s-class for you, making you curtsy jokingly and giggle, then walks around to the driver side, to get in himself.

The two of you find your way back into the conversation and so you don´t even realize that you never actually told him were you lived. Nevertheless he pulls up in front of your apartment complex in no time.

“I had a really nice evening with you tonight.” He says with another wide grin and soft chuckle.

“Me too. And I´m sorry again for that drink. One would think that at my age I would´ve learned how to watch where I´m going.” You run a hand through your hair. Still slightly embarrassed about your carelessness.

“No, again, it is fine. I should have watched my steps as well, but if you really want to apologize you could give me your number? And we could meet up again some time. I´m guessing you´re on spring break too now.” It´s almost frustrating how good he looks with his head tilted and those beautiful lilac puppy dog eyes. If there was any doubt about wanting to see him again, they are all gone now. You need to see him again. So, you pull out your phone and give him your number.

“Don´t let me wait too long before I hear from you.” You give him one last smile before exiting the car. He sits in the car until you close the building door behind you and then parks his car around the corner to go back and observe you for a bit longer without being overly obvious.

Through the large windows Aegon watches you like every night of the past week. Stepping out of your clothes, doing your nightly skincare routine, before slipping on the smallest pair of pajamas he had ever seen and slip underneath the covers to watch some more tv. Falling asleep in front of it. All with an almost dorky smile. He thinks you are the cutest thing he has ever seen. The way you are so excited about your little meeting is something he has never seen in his life and he is instantly hooked. Fantasies about you being all excited and running up to him when he enters the apartment after a long day out enter his mind. Thoughts about sharing the sweetest kisses. When he opens his eyes he sees something that isn´t as innocent as he first perceived you.

Your hands caress your breasts and wander bellow the blanket, your back arching as they enter your core.

Aegon lets out a breathless curse. His own hand wandering inside his pants to tug on his length. His thoughts turn instantly. From innocent kisses to you arching your back up until your breasts touch his chest. Writhing and squirming underneath him from the pleasure he is giving you. Your tight walls fluttering around his cock as you come from the circles his thumb rubs into your clit. He has to clamp his hand over his mouth so you don´t hear him moan outside of your window. Once he´s finished, he leaves. Not wanting to push his luck, but definitely looking forward to the next time he´d see you.

The next morning you text the girls group chat. Apologizing for your behavior the previous night, by telling them every detail about the conversation with Aegon. How nice he was to you and how you thought that maybe, after a couple more dates, you could say he is the one. And as if he smelled you were talking about him in that moment you get a message from Aegon. Asking you out for coffee. You try to hide the smile that forces its way onto your mouth by biting your lower lip, even though there is no one there to hide it from. You answer him quickly and this time take a little extra time getting ready. Facetiming Aly, who is the only one that isn´t on a plane yet, to consult her on what best to wear. Even if she teases you relentlessly about being so nervous about a simple coffee date.

The truth is you haven´t been out on an actual date in years. Not after your last boyfriend had broken up with you for reasons only known to that absolute piece of shit. You had wasted three years pf your life on him and he couldn´t even give you a reason as to why he didn´t want to be with you anymore all of a sudden.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves and hopefully stop the bouncing on your leg. Entering the small café he had asked you out to where you find him already sat at a table. A half smirk spreads his face. And by the seven you have to calm yourself down not to do anything embarrassing as a result of the glee you feel upon seeing him.

“Hey, I didn´t make you wait too long did I?” You ask bashfully.

“No worries. I basically just sat down.” He assures you. Watching with careful eyes as you take of your coat to reveal the dress you had chosen with Aly´s help and are now second guessing if the choice hadn´t been a bit too revealing.

“Phew, I´m glad to hear that. I hate making people wait for me.” You wipe away an imaginary drop of sweat and chuckle.

“Nah, you´re good.” He goes to say something else, but in that moment a waitress interrupts him to take your order. Which of course Aegon makes a mental note of. Just like anything he had learned about you so far. The waitress, an older woman, seems to recognize the nature of your meeting and how nervous you are and gives you an encouraging smile. You smile back at her and make sure to remember to tip her later.

“Alright so, normally I´d ask how you have been, but since we last saw each other last night I guess did you come home well yesterday?” You quipped.

“Yeah, I did. How about you?” The two of you share a laugh. Without the alcohol in your system he seems even more effortlessly charming. Coffee gets followed by dinner, which he invites you to. Talking about family, life, dreams and aspirations. You tell him about your parents’ divorce, the relationship you have with all of them, how studying and writing is going. How your dream is to be published one day. You open up to him more than you ever have to anyone in that short amount of time and he listens. He listens so well. Telling you about his studies and his father’s company, that he will inherit one day, yet he never makes you feel small compared to him, like others would probably make you feel. It would be easy to, but he just doesn´t. And your feelings for him grow ever stronger. He even persists on paying for you. Saying that you could pay the next dinner, but the two of you are aware that you could never earn enough money to pay a meal this expensive.

At the end of the day he drops you off at home once more, but when you hug him goodbye whispering “Thank you so much. I had such a great time today.” Into his ear he goes in for a kiss.

It’s a possessive claiming of your mouth kind of kiss. All clashing teeth and heavy bursts of breath. Wandering hands, pulling on clothes in a needy attempt to get the close proximity you both want so deeply. He pulls the air from your lungs only to breath it back into them a second later. It´s hard to do, but in the end you manage to pull away.

“It´s late. We should continue this another time.” You whisper with your forehead resting against his shoulder. Everything inside of you screams to keep going, but your brain told you to take it slow. To savor it.

“Okay. I can´t wait.” He lays a peck on the shell of your ear. Letting you go reluctantly. “Text me when you get home.”

You chuckle and step out of the car. Pulling out your phone the second you close the door behind you to text him a quick `I´m home. Had such a great time with you. Can´t wait to do this again <3´.

He watches the glow of the screen vanish behind the large window. Replying with a `Same. Sweet dreams<3´, but this time he doesn´t stay around to watch you. Instead he goes home to sink into one of the dreams he had ever since he met you. One where he watches you sleep in the morning, the rising sun and the way you lay sprawled out beside him making you look like an utter goddess. And then you wake up to give him a smile that makes him feel like he has a heart attack. It feels so real that when he wakes up to another text from you, he has to pull himself together to not mess up his carefully hatched out plan. His train of thought gets interrupted by his phone ringing.

“Good morning…” Your raspy morning voice comes out of the speaker. You sound absolutely gorgeous to him. Making his eyes roll back into his head a little.

“Good morning, doll. What´s up?” The smirk on his face is audible in his voice.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to hear your voice.” You murmur, rubbing your eyes. “Oh gods, that sounded so cheesy. I´m sorry.”

“Hey, you´re good. I actually think that´s really cute.” He muses.

“Oh? Well, I guess I don´t have to feel like it is too soon when I tell you I had the weirdest dream tonight.” You chuckle and clear your throat from the sleepiness.

“Really? Do tell.”

“I don´t know. I can only remember that we were together, in my apartment and I guess you were watching me sleep and it felt so real… I probably sound so weird right now.” You scoff at yourself. Wondering why you even told him that.

He on the other hand chuckles at your confession. Cursing himself out in his mind, to will himself to stay strong.

“I had the same dream. I hope you don´t think I´m like a stalker or obsessed or something now.” His tone is lighthearted, but the gods now he needs you to stay unconscious of that side of him. No, he wasn´t any of those things. He was looking out for you. You meant a lot to him and that meant he wanted to protect you. “So, you know. You at least aren´t weirder than I am.”

Sadly you have a shit ton to study, before spring break ends and so you aren’t able to meet again in the coming days. Of course that doesn´t mean that he can´t see you though. The feeling of being watched follows you around like a burning shadow throughout that time. Yet you push it away. Telling yourself that it was probably just exam stress or social anxiety or something. Which Aegon, knowing you as well as he does, is grateful for. Usually he would hate to see you anxious or stressed, wanting to take all that burdens you off you, but when it came to him getting caught… Well, not that he was doing anything wrong, but experience has taught him, that people tended to see things differently from him.

So he stays hidden. Texting and calling you every day and watching you sink your fingers or a toy into your sweet cunt each night. Every time he is overcome by thoughts of how you would make so much sweeter sounds if it was his length that your walls where fluttering around as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you. Each time he reminds himself anew that things are going steady with you and it would  only be a short while until those thoughts became a reality.

On one of those evenings you surprise him with another call. Curses fall from his lips under his breath as he scrambles around the corner, praying that you haven´t heard his phone.

“Hey…” He says after pressing the green button on the screen.

“Hey, is this a bad time? You sound kinda out of breath.” Your voice chirps on the line.

“No, you could never call at a bad time.” Except for now kinda. “What´s up? Didn´t you say you wanted to write all day?”

“Yeah, I did. When my friends come back tomorrow there will be little chance to do so uninterrupted, but um… I couldn´t focus. Like at all.” You murmur.

“Oh, can I do anything to help?” he purrs.

“You could get some Starbucks and come over?” You ask in the most tempting voice you could offer. Not that he needed much persuasion to tend to any of your wishes as soon as you asked.

“Sure. I´m on my way.”

“You´re the best. Thanks.” You chirp and then the only thing that can be heard on this side of the line is the tone of the disconnected call from the device in his hand. Sprinting to his car, he almost drops his keys in anticipation at the prospect of spending time with you. Basically racing to your favorite coffee shop to get coffee, and some pastries he knew would be more than happy about right now. He knew, knowing everything about you would come in handy one day.

At the same time you put your laptop to the side. Trying to find something to pass the time until he would arrive. Which was harder to do than you would have thought and so with nothing to do, you decide to put some effort in your little meeting. Sitting down in front of the small closet to look for a cute dress to put in. Getting ready just in time for a knock on the door.

“Come in, it´s open.” You yell as you go to sit back down on the couch.

“You know, you probably shouldn´t leave your door unlocked in this neighborhood. Whoa…” He stops in the doorway when he sees you.

“Wh-What?” You tilt your head and look at him with confusion in your wide eyes. You look so innocent right now.

“Do you always write like that?” Aegon puts down the snacks and vaguely motions to your outfit of choice. “Cause… If so, I want to always be around for it.”

You can´t hide the snorting laughter that forces it´s way out of your lungs. “That´s really sweet, but no. I usually don´t look like this at all when I write. In fact I usually look so much worse you would want to stay as far away from me as possible.”

“I seriously doubt I anything in this world could ever make me want to stay away from you.” Aegon lays his gentle hands on your shoulders and a feeling of warmth spreads in your guts.

You look up at him through your lashes and before you know it your eyes flutter close. Then, a moment later, your lips meet his in the most gentle kiss ever. And you don´t know when things escalate. If it is when your hands come up to cup his cheeks. If it is when you stand on your tip toes to make it easier to deepen the kiss ever so slightly or when his tongue presses against your lower lip to silently ask for entrance. The result is the same. The two of you forgot about why he came over in the first place and abandon everything to make yourselves more comfortable in the bedroom. Rolling around the mattress as you make out heavily. His hands are everywhere on your body at the same time, just as yours are on his. Each touch feels like the right thing to do. The only thing that feels even more right is the way he sinks himself into your tight, warm walls. Like he had wanted from the moment he first saw you.

He´s so careful not to hurt you and as you lay in his arms afterwards, cuddled close, his finger drawing small patterns on your shoulder, you can´t hold back the smile. This is the fastest you have ever gone this far with a person. Mostly out of fear, that they would only want to use you for it. Yet even after only one official date with him, you know there is no reason to be afraid. It´s almost funny how shortly you have known each other and yet you rely on him for everything. He knows you so well already, has an incredible gift of listening and observing, like no one else you had met before. Ever. Before you notice it, a giggle falls from your lips, just as he kisses your temple.

“What´s so funny, doll?” Fuck, even the nickname you usually hated sounded so good from his lips.

“Nothing, just… I just thought about how shortly we´ve known each other and yet we know so much about each other already. I never had that.” You say in an amused tone.

“I´m gonna go ahead and take that as a good thing.” He huffs a chuckle.

“Oh yes, definitely. I honestly love how open we can be with each other.” Oh if only you knew.

“Me too.” He mumbles into the crown of your head. Placing another peck there.

As it turns out it isn´t only the first time you sleep with him, but also the first time you spend the night together. Your activities had robbed all of your energy and with a little more quiet chatter, the two of you slide of into slumberland.

You are sad to watch him leave the next morning, but the alarm on your phone, that interrupts your romantic little breakfast that Aegon had cooked, painfully reminds you, that you promised to pick up Aly from the airport.

“I´ll call you later, okay?” You promise him as he steps out of your car.

“I can´t wait already.” He replies.

You make your way to meet your friend and of course he follows you once again. Extra careful that you don´t see his car. It wasn´t necessarily low-key after all. Things are easier once he follows you into a café that looks like no ordinary student could pay for the food there already, keeping a close eye on you as you and your friend order brunch, nothing unconventional from what you have told him about her and your other friends. He starts to toy with the idea of leaving to not get caught, when something Aly says makes his ears perk up.

“So, how is it going with your new favorite person?” Her tone is light and she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“I already told you to stop calling him that.” You laugh at her antics. “And don´t even try calling him my boyfriend. We haven´t even been on two dates yet.”

“Yeah, alright. Not even on two dates, but he has also been inside of you and has spent the night at your place after getting you snacks simply because you asked him to…” she shoots you an unbelieving look. “Like seriously. And you haven´t even told me all the dirty little details yet. Bitch, you owe me. I thought we were friends.”

If his heart beat higher before, when the word boyfriend left your lips, it beats even higher now at the mention of your night together.

“There´s not much to tell.” You try to deflect.

Not much to tell? He asks himself. He thought he had done better than `not much to tell´.

“Oh hells no. You know I won´t let you off that easy.”  She persists.

“Alright. Okay. It was great. He was so sweet and made sure to make me come like two times before he thought about himself. You happy now?” You try to keep your voice down as much as possible so the people around you don´t hear. Which is only a half success as Aly´s squeal gets you some of the unwanted attention anyway.

“Was he big?” Her question earns a shocked expression and gasp from you. And a concealed giggle from Aegon.

“I mean I guess. You know I don´t have much to compare it to, but I´d say he was solid.” You shrug. “Now can we please change the topic? How was your time with the family.”

Aly starts on a rant about everything her family did and said and so Aegon decides to go before he truly overtaxes his luck.

As he walks by the window you are sitting close to, you think it is him, weighing the options of saying something or not, deciding against it. You were just imagining things, because Aly was talking without a single pause and you missed him. You sigh, trying to concentrate on whatever your friend was talking about.

When you finally get home it is late afternoon already and you are pretty tired, but you can´t pass up on the call you promised Aegon.

“Hello there.” He picks up.

“General Kenobi.” You answer in the fashion that the Star wars quote commands.

“How did it go with your friend?” He asks feigning genuine interest as if he hadn´t been there for the most interesting part.

“Yeah, it went well. I just got home, basically.” You sigh and rub your eyes, who were burning for some reason.

“Wow.” He huffs amusedly.

“You can say that loudly. I originally planned on asking you if you want to come over, but I totally forgot that I have an early class tomorrow that I need to prepare something for. This week is gonna kick my ass…”

“Ah, damn. So how about we meet up Friday evening? I could pick you up and we could check out this new bar that just opened.” He suggests. Knowing already what this meant for the coming days.

“That would be so cool.” A yawn interrupts what you were saying. “Gods I´m sorry I´m really tired. Would you be mad if we hang up now and I´ll text you again before class?”

“Not at all. You go ahead and do your thing. I´ll hear from you tomorrow.” He reassures you.

“Thank you. Good night, Aeg.” You chirp.

“You have a good night too and don´t overdo it with the studying.”

“I won´t, mom.” Your faux annoyed tone gets broken up by one last chuckle before the two of you hang up. You always laugh so much with him. More than with anyone else and at the same time your deep talks are on such a level you don´t know how to express it to your friends.

You have always felt safe in your own home, shutting out the scary, real world. Unknowing, that someone stared at you through the large windows almost every day and night. But a window is just glass, and glass… oh it breaks so, so easily…

Friday takes forever to roll around, but when it finally does, nothing can wipe the smile from your face. Your mood is basically indestructible. As is his. You sing and dance your way all through out getting ready and when Aegon rings the bell you open the door with a spring in your step.

“Someone´s in a good mood.” Aegon muses.

“Just happy about seeing you.” You admit. Hugging him and kissing his cheek as a greeting. “Lemme just grab my purse and then we can go.”

You lock the door behind you and together he drives you out to a place that can hardly be classified as a bar. Upon entering the place you feel massively underdressed, but he doesn´t seem to care. He is just happy to be there with you and you are happy to be there with him. He asks about your week and how your writing is going while you sip one drink after another until you feel a light buzz. The alcohol making your insides feel as warm as his presence and his hand on your thigh do. Over the duration of the evening you gradually move closer, but by the time he drops you off, he lets you go with just a quick peck to your lips.

“Thank you for the nice evening.” You rub your eyes. Wanting to say something, anything to stay close to him just a bit longer, but your tired and tipsy mind can´t come up with anything.

“With you it´s always a nice evening. Now go on. Get to bed before you fall asleep in the passenger seat.” He squeezes your thigh one last time before he lets you open the door to head inside.

As always he parks his car around the corner to watch you until you fall asleep, but somehow tonight something is different.

Aegon feels a strange sensation tugging at his heart. A longing. To have you right this second. He doesn´t know what comes over him, but without a second thought he takes one of the stones in front of your window and throws it at the glass. It was meant to tap the glass, at least that´s what he tells himself, but instead it breaks it.

Fuck, Aegon curses under his breath, praying to the seven or any other deity that is willing to hear him that you didn´t wake up from the commotion. When your apartment stays silent, he decides that it isn´t safe for you alone with the broken window situation. It takes a few tries, but in the end he manages to climb through it. Keen on not making to much noise while walking over the shards on the ground, he tiptoes over to your bed.

You lay with your back towards the free side and so it is easy for him to slide in under the covers as well. He presses his chest as close to your back as possible, his hand laying innocently but protectively over your waist.

Aegon kisses your temple and silently promises to not close an eye, to watch over you, all night.

But the night is long and having you so close to him, smelling your shampoo and feeling your hips rub against his every time you shift in your sleep, makes it hard to keep his hand there. It also made him hard. The next time you shift in your sleeping state, his hand wanders down to your thighs. Once more and it lands trapped between them. Gently caressing your slit through the thin material of your leggings.

You sigh and stir lightly at his touch, but don´t wake up. Instead you just press yourself closer to him in your unconscious state. The action prompts Aegon to bite his lip to stifle the moan that wants to break free from his lungs. He can´t give himself away like this. He would only scare you and that is the last thing he wants to do. You simply look so good, how could anyone help themselves. You can be lucky he is there to watch over you.

A quiet moan comes from you as he continues his ministrations. The touch barely light enough to tease, but that heavenly sound pushes him further.

His hand slips underneath the waistband, past your lace panties and finds your already wet heat.

“Fuck.” He whispers, pushing two of his thick fingers inside of your entrance. He wants to take things so much further, but if he wants you to stay asleep he has to be careful. He pumps the two digits in and out of you at a slow pace. Feeling you grow even wetter as you squirm, quiet moans the only tell for the pleasurable feeling you are experiencing. He speeds up the movement of his fingers slightly, until he can´t take the lewd noises coming from your core anymore. He just has to taste you or he was sure he would die right then and there.

He shifts his position on the mattress, turning you onto your back, pausing when you stir again, moving to lay between your legs. Your pants are discarded and carelessly thrown to the side, before he dives in for the first taste of your heavenly center. He regrets not taking the time to appreciate your body the way it deserves, but he needs you so much there is no time for that now. His tongue licks a stripe up the length of your cunt, moaning at the sweet taste. And when he hears your own quiet moan and sees how you bring your hips closer to his face he is unstoppable. His tongue delves into you, fucking you with it and recklessly. Reaping every single one of your little noises and movements. He is so far gone that he doesn´t even realize, that with every new stir you start to wake up a little more.

At first your mind is still foggy with sleep and the pleasurable feeling his lips and tongue bring you. Your hand instinctively treads itself into his hair. But when you fully come to You scramble backwards until your back hits the headboard. His mouth chasing after you before he realizes what has happened and looks up at you.

“Aegon?! What are you doing here?” You gasp.

“Shh, it´s okay. Just let me worship you in the way you deserve.” Aegon slides his hand up your calf in a feather light touch.

“How did you get in here?” You ask, becoming more panicked.

“The door. I told you, you need to be more careful. You are lucky I came here to protect you.” His voice is soothing and so deep. And so you relax a little, leaning back as he resumes his previous activities.

But somehow something just feels wrong. Like a feeling in your gut. This is so unlike anything he has shown you of himself. Thinking about it he hadn´t shown you all that much in the first place. And that feeling just won´t let itself be shaken off so you shove his head away once more.

“Can we please just go back to sleep? I don´t really feel entirely in the mood right now.”

“Oh doll, that sounded much different a while ago. I didn´t even touch you all that much, yet you were still soaking those lace panties for me.” He climbs on top of you, rasping the words into your ear. “And the position I found you laying in… You´re such a fucking tease. It´s like you were begging for it.”

A sickening cold fear spreads in your system. A yelp leaving your mouth as he pulls you down by the ankle so your core is pressed to his. You are too in shock to return his kiss when he forcefully presses his mouth to yours. This is not the Aegon you know, but something tells you that this is the real Aegon. Coming back from the shocked state, you try to push him away. Hands pressed to his chest and legs eagerly searching for a way out, but he is too strong.

“I don´t want this, Aegon. Please stop.” You whimper into his shoulder as he mouths at your neck. Nibbling at all the most sensitive spots. Hating yourself for the growing even wetter as he rubs his length against your core. You don´t even know how or when he rid himself of his own pants. All you know is, that he now is pulling on your night shirt. Eager to get it off while simultaneously pinning your wrists down over your head so you would stop pushing him away.

As it turns out it is harder to do than imagined and so another yelp falls from your lips as he rips the fabric off your body. Your chest moving with fast and harsh breaths.

“Shh, everything´s alright. I´m here to take care of you.” He silences you with another unrequited, bruising kiss.

You are helpless against him, squirming and writhing underneath his much larger frame. This whole situation is so absurd and to add to all of it, when you bite his lower lip in a desperate attempt of self defense and getting the upper hand, he simply laughs. Tears start to prick in your eyes as the sound reaches your ears. As much as you want to blink them away they free themselves. Running down your burning cheeks accompanied  by a sob.

“Aww, don´t cry doll. I´m going to  make you feel so good. Just relax and let it wash over you.” His free hand wanders down to roughly caress one of your breasts. Rolling and tweaking the nipple between his fingers until the bundle of nerves stands hard at attention and your back arches off the bed. Which he takes as the sign to go ahead in what he is doing. Bringing his mouth down to the other breast, sucking and kissing on it until that nipple looks much the same like the other.

With one swift motion Aegon pushes inside of you, his cock stretching you out like no one had before. It is nothing like your first time together. He immediately starts to thrust inside of you at a fast pace.

"Aegon... please... st-op." You cry out to him to no avail.

Rutting into you at an almost breakneck pace. His head bows down and you feel puffs of hot breath hit the skin where your neck and shoulder meet. The feeling is utterly upsetting and you want to throw up at the same time you lost all the strength in your body. It´s all futile.

“I already told you I´m not gonna stop. You know deep down that you enjoy this. So why don´t you make this easier for yourself and stop fighting it.” His teeth sink into your tender skin harshly.

"Aahhh! Fuck, that hurts! Why are you doing this?" You question him.

"Because you deserve to be worshipped. You are a goddess walking amongst men." He nibbles on your ear. Much softer than the bite before, but that doesn't make anything better.

His hips continue to piston into yours. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin filling the otherwise quiet apartment alongside with your bitter cries. The moon outside is the only source of light illuminating his features.

You try to turn your head away from him, but he forces it back by your chin. So instead you close your eyes. You can´t stand to look at him anymore. His face that looked so sweet and innocent to you before is now distorted into a grimace of sick pleasure. Eyes closely watching your every reaction and a sheen of sweat covering his skin, sticking the front locks of his silver blond hair to his forehead.

With a few more thrusts he comes inside of you and for a short moment you have the hope that this is it. Aegon relaxes against you, but as your cries become weaker you notice how he only seems to get harder inside your warmth.

“Can you please let me go now?” You try again with a quiet, shaky voice.

“Oh, you think I am done with you yet? No no no. We are done when you come around my cock and accept me for who I am. What you made me.” His tone is nothing short of condescending and he tuts at you as your crying grows hysterical again.

You guess the gesture is supposed to soothe you, but it has the exact opposite effect.

You cry yourself into a near state of incoherency as he pushes your knees up against your chest forcefully, giving him a whole new angle inside of you. The way the head of his cock bullies your sweet spot is the final straw. It hurts. Despite it feeling so wrong it feels so good. You hate yourself even more as inadvertent pleasure runs through you like electricity. Making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. You scream louder with every thrust of his until you are near voiceless. You try to remind yourself that your body reacting to it doesn´t make it any more right and it doesn´t mean that you secretly enjoy it. But it´s so hard.

“You like it deep, don´t you?” Aegon´s voice in your ear painfully pulls you back into reality.

“Please.” You beg one last time, but the plea, just like all the others, falls onto deaf ears.

Your body gives up any last fight it has left. Quietly sobbing when your walls flutter around him and your hips start to shake. A wave of pleasure, or maybe just disguised shame, washes over you, provoking Aegon´s second orgasm.

“You are mine. You will never leave me. No one can love you like I do.” His voice sounds so soft. So genuine.

You almost want to believe him, but that would require a level of coherency you currently do not possess.

As you lay there with your whole body shaking, trying to come down from this experience and waiting for what he would do next, you ask yourself where things had gone wrong. What did you do to provoke this? To deserve this? Yet no matter how hard you pray to the seven for a sign or anything at all really, you don´t get an answer.

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things that will be coming ~

Hi everyone, I know it's been awhile and I've fallen behind with videos or streaming or both. I got hooked on playing another game.. lol

I am still on the story of August and Cassandra and little Rayne. I am to deep into this gameplay for me to start recording them.. but what i was thinking is that Rayne being our next inline it would be cool to continue the story of August and Cassandra but through Rayne. We will follow Rayne through High School and Uni and life and still see Mom and Dad. I am going to start putting the story line together so I am ahead of the story because right now Rayne is still a toddler.

I will get back to posting other content as well. I needed the little break from the game but I am so ready to start the next step for this series :)

Thank you everyone for the likes and reblogs as always! You all are amazing and I love seeing everyone Tumblrs with stories or custom content <3

Make sure you go and follow me on my other socials to stay in the loop with when this series will be taking off.

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[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

As a drama/performance student who’s hoping to go into acting, let me just say right now that Rachel Berry would never have made it on Broadway.

Oh, she has talent and there’s no denying that. But so do so many other girls and boys. You can’t make it in the business based on talent alone - you don’t get to become a success immediately, you have to work your way up and prove that you’re right for a role or for success. You have to work hard and always remember to keep learning.

That was something that was taught to us very early on in drama - no matter who you are or where you come from, whether you’re an amateur student or a success movie star, you can ALWAYS learn. You should always be challenging yourself and learning. You should always strive to improve and better yourself whenever possible.

Rachel never seemed to want to do that. She got into NYADA (after stalking the dean, which is something else I’ll go into in a minute) and then quit before finishing her education to do Funny Girl - which she then quit to do a TV show that failed. First of all, a casting director is going to take one look at this behavior and immediately decide “no - she cannot commit”. You don’t abandon your studies or the role you do have just because something that’s only maybe better comes along. Obviously many great actors do TV shows and pilots that fail, that’s not my issue - my issue with Rachel is that she never put the work in. It was always the bare minimum. “Oh, I’ve done a year and a half of studying at the best arts academy in NY, I don’t need to study anymore because I got one part on stage” - it does NOT work like that. She couldn’t commit which is a risky behavior in ANY job.

Part of being an actor or performer is criticism - you are ALWAYS subject to criticism. You will NEVER make it in the business if you can’t handle that criticism. Rachel would throw bitch fits and sob and play the victim EVERY SINGLE TIME someone made the slightest criticism of her.

Let’s delve deeper - first, Cassandra July.

Yes, Miss July was a bit mean and rude - but she’s a professor at a top NY arts academy. If you get into a top arts academy like NYADA is in the show, you are not there to fuck around - anyone who gets in has to be committed 100% to their studies, both practical and theoretical. Cassandra July is not there to baby the students and lift their egos - she is there to train and prepare them for the harsh reality of seeking a career in the arts.

In the very first episode of S4, on her first day in class, Rachel shows blatant disrespect to a professor by rolling her eyes. You do not do that to a professor in any subject, let alone a dance teacher. If you can’t respect your teachers or the people who you are learning from, you should not seek a career in the arts. This also goes for ANYONE you work with; if you work with a director or actor on a play or on a TV show, for example, you should always seek to learn from them, even if it’s something small. 

If you are studying the arts, especially at a level where they’re preparing you to be professional actors/singers/dancers, they HAVE to be hard on you. Hell, I didn’t even go to drama school but my drama teachers were always brutally honest with me. They made it clear that “Megan, you HAVE to be louder”, “you MUST learn your lines and practice without a script”, “your accents are terrible”, “don’t just stand there and recite lines! Move!” Etc. Etc. It may be harsh but Cassandra has to be brutally honest so that the kids know what they’re in for; yeah, they’ll get told that their noses are too big for a part. Yeah, they’ll be told “you need to drop a few pounds” or that they’re ugly, etc. It’s sad but true.

“Your pique turns are sloppy” - she’s literally pointing out to Rachel something to improve on. Sure, it’s not the nicest way but no one should be at a performing arts school and expecting nice.

Rachel’s disrespect of a teacher/professional continued for the whole time Cassandra July was on the show. She called her teacher out, was extremely rude and said “you’re jealous because we all have careers and yours is over”, so on so forth. I’m pretty sure if you were actually attending a drama school or performing arts academy, and you had the nerve to turn around and say that, you would be expelled and tossed on your ass before you could utter another word.

If a teacher says “I don’t think you’re ready to do the tango/for this part”, you should listen. They’ve been in the business for a LONG time, far longer than you have, and with loads more experience. The best you can do is listen and decide to study harder and better yourself. Rachel flatout ignored this advice and went ahead anyway because she wanted to be the Star NOW, no hard work or struggle or patience to be seen.

Let’s just say this; you don’t go to the dean of the uni/college and call one of the professors “a lunatic”.

Now Carmen Tibideaux:

For a start, Rachel choked her audition - it’s bizarre and ridiculous that she got in. She didn’t get in on her audition, but because she stalked and harassed Carmen until the dean gave in and came to watch her. In real life, if you fuck that audition up, that is it. You don’t get another chance until the following year when you apply again (and yes, it’s common to apply for drama schools multiple times until you get in - some people who go on to be successful actors have been known to audition as many as SEVEN times).

Realistically, Tibideaux should have not given Rachel that chance because she didn’t deserve it. No other candidate got that chance - in real life, no matter how talented an auditionee is, NO ONE is given more of a chance than anyone else. Everyone is judged on their audition, that’s it. Rachel may be talented but there are many others just as talented and even MORE so than her.

Also, Tibideaux could have in fact had a restraining order against Rachel. This crazy little girl turns up again and again like a complete twat, begging and pleading and just not understanding that she had her chance, she can have another chance NEXT year. I’d have seriously filed some kind of motion against Rachel, as I’m sure any other teacher or head would.

Despite the fact that Tibideaux gave Rachel chance after chance, Rachel was still rude and frankly ungrateful. Tibideaux makes valid points that Rachel is underperforming in EVERY single class. She’s not making an effort to be a part of the NYADA community.

If the dean of your college says that, you do NOT argue back. You do NOT attempt to say “I’m doing great, I’ve handled everything this school has thrown at me”. Rachel’s delusions of herself and her talent are laughable.

I could have applauded Carmen Tibideaux for turning around and telling Rachel how it is: “You are not the first supernova to come through here. You are talented, you have drive. What you don’t have, is you have no foundation. You don’t listen, and you don’t take direction. That’s why you need NYADA. You’re not ready.”

You can’t just expect to be fresh out of school or college and getting the fucking lead in hit Broadway shows. You start as ensemble, you learn, you work your way up. Rachel was too selfish and full of herself to do that. Also, the fact that she cannot listen to criticism or take direction screams that a director would NEVER hire her. She can’t take direction, and that will get her nowhere in her career. You have to listen, you have to collaborate and listen to everyone’s ideas as well as contributing your own.

The actual fucking nerve of a Rachel Berry saying “you’re wrong and I’m gonna prove it to you” - she would be out on her ass and never hired again, never accepted into an arts academy again. If someone older, wiser and more experienced tells you something, you LISTEN.

As an actor myself, we don’t do all of this hard work to be famous (at least, not those of us who actually love our work) - we go through student debt, years of no sleep, years of constant rehearsals, of being in the background waiting for our turn, of learning and honing and crafting our skills so that we can maybe one day do the thing we love most professionally. We actors/dancers/singers/performers are storytellers - we try to craft something meaningful or to tell a story we feel needs telling.

Carmen said something very true and on point: “do you care about the work or is it just about the spotlight?” Rachel never cared about the work - she never cared about being a storyteller or creating art. To her, it was all about the fame and attention.

Some other things:

After quitting, especially in the way she did, Rachel would definitely not be allowed to continue her studies where she left them at NYADA, if at all. At best, she would audition and get in the following academic year, and have to start from the bottom again. Most likely, however, she would not be allowed to study there again.

People in the industry talk. If Rachel was hard to work with when with even a few people, it would seriously damage her chances of being hired again. They would immediately throw away her resumé.

Even her choked audition was fucking irritating as a performer - if you screw up your lines or forget them or whatever, you don’t stop and ask to go again. You carry on. If you’re on Broadway and you get the words wrong, you cannot ask to start the song again in front of the entire audience. It’s extremely unprofessional. At school, when I did my guitar exams, that was KEY - “if you play the wrong note, do NOT go back and redo it - just keep going. You’ll get more points for carrying on than for doubling back”.

^So Rachel stopping and starting is immediately a no-no. At best, they would let her restart just once - but they would not let her have another chance. Even if she was given another chance and she aced it, the damage is done - she wouldn’t have gotten in.

Kurt aced his audition, didn’t mess up or stop, and didn’t harass the dean of NYADA to make sure he got in - Rachel messed up, stopped, harassed Carmen and was a brat. How the Hell did Rachel get into NYADA but not Kurt?? If Kurt didn’t get in, then Rachel DEFINITELY shouldn’t have, end of story.

In short, Rachel is the worst character and it actually pisses me off how inaccurately she’s written in regards to being at a performing arts academy/her success on Broadway. The writers wanted us to root for her so desperately but I would just skip the majority of scenes she was the focus of because she irritated me that much. If the writers wanted to make us root for her, they should have SHOWN her accepting that she had to start in the background and work her way up. They should have at least not let her get into NYADA.

[lulousims]

With everything settled and dealt with, Edgar called the cab to take him to uni. He was more than ready to turn his science hobby into something more serious.

“Now that I’m leaving, it’ll be just you and mom” he said, as he hugged his brother. “You’ll have to get over your sloppiness and do some housework.”

“I know” Grey replied, smiling because he was happy for his brother.

“And please,” he added as they let go of each other, “please take her to a therapist. She really needs help.”

“I’m fine, boys” Cassandra announced, showing up behind them suddenly. “There’s no need to baby me. Now come and give your mom a hug, I’ll miss you!”

While Edgar begged to differ about her being fine, he knew it was better to just pretend to agree with her. After hugging her tightly, he left, on the way to a whole new chapter of his life.

[nikatyler]

Oooh boy. Why do I feel like I should go straight to the replies, or else I will start talking about having a crush again? No one cares, I’m annoying, I’m sorry. Yesterday around midnight, I actually caved and told my best friend because I just couldn’t keep my feelings to myself any longer, and I was pleasantly surprised by her reaction. I didn’t want to tell her at first because we kinda tend to turn this kind of stuff into jokes, but I guess she did figure out that this time, it’s serious serious - THERE WE GO I’M OVERSHARING AGAIN I AM AN IDIOT. Anyway did I mention I love her? I don’t deserve her. She’s the best, you guys don’t even know her but I just wanted to give her a little shoutout because damn, thanks for yesterday, I thought I would explode. Also, she has an important exam in a week, so if you could send positive vibes her way, that would be great.

By the time you’re seeing this replies, I think I’m playing with Realm of Magic. I’m so excited! Last time I bought a pack on release day was with Seasons. I’m not sure who I will play this with yet. Maybe with Lucian and his girlfriend. I really hope you can somehow turn an alien into a spellcaster, even if that means he’d no longer be an alien. I don’t mind that. Whoops, hold on, was that a spoiler? Yeah, uh, Lucian is a teenager in my game at the moment, he has a girlfriend and he’s not very alien-y and I don’t care about that. Honestly…when have my aliens ever been alien-y? Miracle was the only one and she hated that (and 2019 Ronnie hates that she hated that but 2017 Ronnie didn’t know any better, long story).

Witches are something I’ve wanted in this game for a long time, so they better be good or else I’ll cry. Next up…I know everyone wants university, and I think we’ll get it, but to be fair, I don’t care about it that much. I’ll be playing university irl so I guess that makes sense. 😂 I would really like something like a band game pack, where you can form a band and have concerts and write music and…just do musician stuff, I guess. I was hoping bands would be added in Get Famous but nah, it was pretty much just acting…which I still haven’t explored. 🤦‍♀️ But yeah, band game pack is like my dream. I’m guessing it could be retro themed too, and have many references to some iconic bands?? Imagine if it was like 70s-80s inspired. Imagine THE HAIR. Did I mention I will defend weird 80s hair until the day I die? Yeah. I would really love that. I’m not saying I think a pack like this will happen, but it would be an absolute dream if it did.

TL;DR: I have a crush, I’m playing Realm of Magic and I want a band themed game pack.

autistichatkid replied to your post “Oh wow guess who’s putting nsb on long lifespan because even though…”

psa: you can use mccc to customize lifespan length!!! i dont like how fast normal goes but long is like. So Long. so i use mccc to make everything just a Lil Longer

I know you can do that, I don’t know how but it’s possible, yes! I’m not sure if I want to go for that though, I mean MCCC breaks with almost every update and knowing me, I would forget to fix my settings every single time. I think I’ll just use ea’s long lifespan and then age up people when I feel like aging them up.

desira-sims replied to your post “hey years ago you said you liked symphonic metal, do you still listen…”

Care to share some of your favorites? I’ve been in a music listening mood but feel in a rut.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “hey years ago you said you liked symphonic metal, do you still listen…”

I also don’t listen to e. g. often nowadays and… Their latest album was not my cup of tea except for song or two. And my music preference is now “whatever pleases my ears” even if it will make anyone else’s ear bleed��

Yeah sure, I can share my faves from 2-3 years ago! I’m not saying “from the genre” because I know some of these aren’t that symphonic, at this point it’s all a blur to me, to be fair. Besides, I stopped caring about genres, so…yeah. Just pointing that out so no one comes for me like “how dare you say band xy is that genre”. 

Anyway, 2-3 years ago I really loved Nightwish, Within Temptation and Sonata Arctica, those were like my holy trinity, I would listen to them all the time, every single day. The latest WT album wasn’t really my cup of tea, I like their older stuff way more. SA released a new album last week, I kinda liked it but it wasn’t love at first listen. I’ll have to go back to form an opinion on it. Again, their older stuff is better in my opinion. Nightwish…I don’t know if it’s still going on, but people really liked comparing the three different singers they’ve had, and I don’t know why, I think they’re all amazing in their own way. I believe I’ve read on Instagram that new album is coming next year and I’m so excited for that. I don’t think there’s a Nightwish album I disliked.

I also really liked Delain and…Stratovarius, I think it was called? One summer I also listened to Epica a lot, but then all their songs started sounding the same to me. Sorry to any Epica fans that might be following me 😅 And I’m fairly sure I’m forgetting someone, but I believe there should be playlists on Spotify easy to find.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Updates”

Unfortunately I didn’t manage to create a possible spouse(( but I hope there’ll be other possibilities!XD

And good luck!

There definitely will be! Lately, I kinda hate every sim I create, sooo…I’ll leave that for someone else :D

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “That morning, when Vanessa was leaving for work, I had a bad feeling….”

I don’t like this!

I didn’t think this would freak people out so much…but it did…and I’m really sorry :D

1o8percent replied to your photoset “Roxanne: Maybe if I go to bed, it’ll just come to me in a dream. I…”

I’ve definitely had story ideas come to me in a dream. I got several ideas for my completed legacy that way, so good luck Roxanne!

When I’m writing something late at night and I get stuck, it actually helps me to turn off the computer and go think about the story in bed. And ta-da, I suddenly get ideas! Some of them get lost as soon as I fall asleep, but usually the right direction stays in my head and I’m ready to pick it up as soon as I sit down to write again.

igglemouse replied to your photoset Roxy, the interaction said “feel tummy”, not “take the baby out of…”

She just can’t wait to meet her new sibling XD

That’s actually terrifying D:

brightlysimming replied to your post “I got a hug from a girl I barely know and now I’m emo, I already love…”

Aa!! That’s so great! I’m happy you had a good time!!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “I got a hug from a girl I barely know and now I’m emo, I already love…”

Congratulations! I hope you’ll have fun there! ��

I’m still not over that last weekend. Everyone was so nice and kind and fun and I loved talking to these people so much, uni will be great with them ;-; 

The best surprise to me was that there was this person, and they would come to me a few times and ask if I wanted to hang out with them away from the drunk crowds?? (we’re Czech, of course 95% of people who went to that trip got drunk in the evening -_- :D) And that was just so nice? I’m not used to people wanting to hang out with me. Also, we had great time together, if they called now I would quit everything to hang out with them :D

I’m about to start crying again. To all you lonely people struggling out there, trust me, it gets better, you’re not always going to be lonely and miserable. I thought that would be my case, but nope, things are starting to look better. And they will eventually start looking better for you too, I just know it. Don’t give up <3

lilleputtu replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

she’d look so cute with short hair! also it’s the sims, she can insta regrow it it’ll be fiiiiine

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

One of the best things I ever did was put Cassandra Goth in a pixie cut. Doooo eeeet.

autistichatkid replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

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deathflowertea replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

1 & 4 are ��

I think it’s official, we’ll be chopping Sunset’s hair off, yay!

desira-sims replied to your photoset “Meet the Teens! These guys will join my two girls, Crystal and…”

School and real life comes first, but I’ll be excited to see these simmies pop up when the time comes. ��

So am I! I’m not sure what to do right now. I want to play RoM, but when I come back to my NSB…do I finish Sunset’s generation requirements first, or do I just slowly start throwing these teens in? Kind of like I started working on Ross’s aspiration when it was technically still the Mint gen. Eh, I’ll figure it out.

tashsim replied to your post “URL Song Tag”

have to get up at 5:30 for a next month. feel your pain..

That’s not great D: I think I’d have to do that too, if I wasn’t moving to a dorm in Prague later this month. Spending so much time on the train and having to wake up so early would kill me.

elisabettasims replied to your post “Ahh, of course. I kinda forgot that I would get tan in summer, today I…”

I feel this on a personal level.

I kinda never had to deal with this before because I’ve been using foundation only for a year or so. And I’m fairly sure I’m using a lighter one now, because I definitely didn’t feel like a vampire last September :D

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photoset “Scarlett: “I saw you helped extinguish the flames too.” Talia: “I…”

talia… wyd

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photo “Scarlett: “Well, uhh, you didn’t mess up, so…” Talia: “I’ll stay, but…”

TALIA… WYD

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photo “Meanwhile the contestants who have nothing to worry about gathered…”

talia you might be safe this time but you definitely should NOT be thinking you have nothing to worry about after… Earlier

I hate how this turned out D: I’ve noticed that sims in my game aren’t fond of the “enthuse about…” interactions. And then it ruins things like this.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Madeleine: “Yes! Did you see that? Today must be my lucky day!”

Don’t boast too much, love!

She’s really doing great though! Maybe she didn’t make the best first impression, but she’s been working really hard ever since.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “We didn’t start the fire It was always burning Since the world’s been…”

What’s the name of the song? I love everything connected to fireXD

It’s “We Didn’t Start The Fire” by Billy Joel! Warning: It’s super catchy.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “I absolutely fell in love with these cute pants some time ago but I…”

I think I will overuse these pants now:D So thank you for introducing them in the first place:D And for shoutout!

I was glad to help! And… I remember those girls!

Thank youuu! I’m a “high waisted everything” kinda girl, so of course I had to recolour these so I could use them even more often. And I’m glad that I’m not the only one, I mean, the reblogs and likes on this post are insane.

And yay, glad you remember them! Juliet and Amber were easier to recognize, I guess, but the other two, Lily and Lavender…I haven’t posted them too much, ever. I forgot how pretty they were *-* I will definitely use them as my models for recolours and stuff.

dandylion240 replied to your post “I didn’t expect to come up with a whole backstory for Caleb and…here…”

I like your ideas for him though

Thank you so much! I’ve been seeing him on my dash a lot lately, so it’s kinda weird seeing like three different versions of him at once, especially when someone makes him do things my version of him would never do :D

whysimstho replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

#5 Sunset signs here dad up for Simdr #6 it’s lit

1o8percent replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

I’m intrigued by the last one.

desira-sims replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

I don’t approve of the second one. No tears! I’ll gladly take more of the 4th and get the feeling she’s a little tired of seeing it all the time. Fire is also bad, but I guess the conversation was to good to stop. And that last one. Oh that’s great.

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

Why is Ross crying? Nothing better have happened to Caleb

*evil laughter*

I love how you guys assume the worst. I mean, I’m not surprised. I tend to accidentally kill my sims a lot this year. Well, you’ll find out very soon what is actually going on in these!

Also, just a side note, that child in picture #4 is Lucian and he’s not a girl, but I will admit he looks like one (and I’m fairly sure he knows that too and is okay with that, I mean, if he didn’t want to look like that, he’d beg for a haircut), so no worries. Just throwing it out there.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Oh, try to do Salim Benali!”

Aw he looks adorable! It makes me love him even more,

elisabettasims replied to your post “Oh, try to do Salim Benali!”

Salim is hard because he’s already pretty good looking, etc. He’s the dad of one of my sims who I did a BC with and founded my legacy on her, LOL(Anissa Hoffmann, she has her mom’s last name). Though I guess REALLY Salim and her mother are the founders but, I didn’t start a legacy until after her BC.

I agree, he’s definitely one of the few miracle townies who don’t need fixing.

Also, thank you!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Ugh, I hate this already. Can I go back to being an adorable evil…”

You can be an adorable evil child instead!

Oh, she will be.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Gwyneth: “Ready to age up, sweetie?” Avery: oh mum you bet”

Why is Gwyneth so cute I can’t even describe it!

Her cute face is the only reason why I thought “well, I could try a BPR I guess…”

Seriously. I’ve never really cared about berries, I’ve always prefered vanilla sims and berries were just something I created in cas from time to time and then never touched again. I still prefer vanilla sims and kinda doubt I’ll ever start another berry save.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Right…so now you’re a middle aged mum with a midlife crisis and a…”

I HATE THAT STUPID HAIR AND HOW IT SHOWS UP ON EVERYONE WHEN THEY AGE UP. *coughcough* Sorry. Had a bad flashback seeing that.

I hate it so much too! But actually, wanna hear a deep dark secret? I once used it on a sim…unironically. Like I actually thought it was cute.

I was 11 though, so that makes it okay, I think. I hope.

[princess-of-brillini]

Tomas character form

(So I made this because i needed a character form and because I love my baby uwu i didn’t put all the questions for a matter of time,but I’ll add the link from I took this so you could do the same for your Inquisitors/others OCs ,this helped me a lot! If you have other questions for my Inquisitor,write in the comment below i’ll be happy to answer! 💖 )

Full name of Character: Tomas Trevelyan

Nickname: Amatus,(Dorian)ginger snap (varric)

Reason for nickname: the first for his relationship with Dorian, the second because he has got ginger hair and he’s ‘’sweet’’ (ginger snaps are a type of English biscuits)

Race: human mage

Occupation/class: Inquisitor

Social class: upper

Age: 27

How old they appear: 25

Eye Color: viridian

Glasses or contacts? none

Hair color length and style:  ginger short hair

Weight and height: 173 cm

Type of body (build):ectomorph,hourglass shape,average,slightly muscular

face: diamond,defined jaw line,small chin,average forehead,full black eyebrows,long eyelashes,medium perky nose and defined full red-pink uni-lips

Distinguishing marks : some scars on the forearms and on his back and a tattoo under the right eye

Char's favorite color: green

sexual orientation: GAAYYYY-sorry

Food: he likes sweets and cakes

Literature: varric’s books

Hobbies: singing while he’s getting ready , reading, walking through Skyhold especially in the gardens, having sex with Dorian

How do they spend a rainy day? Wrapped in blankets with a cup of hot tea

Do they act the same alone as when with someone? When he’s alone tends to stay in silent most than when he’s with other people ,just to think about some matters concerned his role of Inquisitor ,his relationship and all the choices maded and the coiches he’ll have to make in future. When he’s alone he tends to not control his emotions especially when he feels sad or overstressed and just sit against the wall with his head rested on his arms

Greatest Strength: He’s really determined, would do anything for his friends and people who loves most,he’s a great worker and try to help anyone and do the right thing when he can prefering the diplomacy over a fight.

Greatest Weakness: he’s naive ,always hoping for people to be good and respectful like he is

Soft spot: hugs, he didn’t have any when he was little so he feels protected and loved when someone hugs  him or show him affections. He tends to hide how happy he’s when someone  hug him,but he shows he enjoies the hug however just not so eargerly

Biggest Vulnerability: the people he loves are both his strenght and biggest vulnerability. He fears lost  them because already happened when he was at the circle of Magi . in a situation of dead or life he would give all up just to save them.

Hometown: Free Marches

Type of childhood: he was abbandoned at 10 years old in the Ostwick’s circle of magi when his parents discovered he was a mage, he had some difficulties making new friends there because he thought if his parents didn’t like him why strangers should do it? So he was alone for some years but then he suddenly made new friends who were actually really kind and supportive with him so from that point his childhood was normal and happy after all.

Education: a strict education from the circle,he specialised in the element magic school

Adulthood: He gains the adulthood in the circle when he passes the Harrowing, from then he stars a relationship with a templar commander named Adrian who actually didn’t love tomas at all,just used him to achieve his goal to gain tomas’ family economical support and ‘’have fun’’ with him. Tomas’ friends always warned him about this dangerous relantionship but he didn’t want to listen because firmly believed he had found someone who loved him in the way he red in his books,buti t was just an illusion that he knew actually pretending to not just because he really wanted someone like a lover at  his side even if it was just a façade. Their relationship lasted almost 4  years,then Adrian was moved to another Circle and they didn’t met again.When the magi revolts started,he and some of his friends left the circle to fight with their ‘’collagues’’. Most of them died during the templars’ assault other ran away so he was left alone again until the Conclave.

 Priorities: protect and doing the right thing or at least make the choice that leaves less damages

Sentence/Quote who describes them: ‘’Hold on. Be strong. Remember what you’re fighting for.’’

 Optimist or pessimist? Optimist for most of time,he hopes always in better development

Introvert or extrovert? More Introvert than extrovert until you know him better

Talents: adaptability and fairness

Extremely skilled at: rift magic,  blowjobs

Extremely unskilled at: swords’ fights,arguing

Immediate: defeat Corypheus

Long term: establishe a solid relationship,maybe marriage

How do they react in a crisis: he tries to collect all the informations and others opinions from people who know more than him in that situation then decides how make things work properly.

How do they face problems: trying his best at least he would not regret after

Kind of problems they usually run into: political controversials

How they react to new problems trying to find the right solution asking other opinions too

How they react to change: he reacts good,he’s addaptable in every situation,he thinks fast

Favorite clothing, why:comfortable casual clothes, something that doesn’t too fit tightly

Least favorite, why: formal clothes,he always feels a little embarassed like these clothes are not right for him and tight dresses who are not really comfortable for him

Jewelry: necklace who dorian gives to him

Other accessories: belts for his potions

People they secretly admire, why: He really admires Josephine for her diplomacy skills he would be able to  learn more by her,that’s not a secret admiration; Cassandra for her strong faith and resolution and ability in combact, Solas for his knowledge and Dorian for his confidence.

[nineyellowgirl]

Can I go with sims? Because sims are great :)) Johnny/Ophelia, Ripp/Stella, Ripp/Jill, Buck/Jill, Angela/Dustin, John Mole/Natasha Una, Bella/Mortimer, Cassandra/Don, Jenny/Buzz (and what motivates you to ship them, I'm really really curious, they seem interesting together but I haven't put too much thought on them before), Lazlo/Crystal, Circe/Vidcund, Circe/Loki and lastly Jasmine Rai/ Zoe Zimmerman If you feel it is too much I understand, you can choose to answer only the ones you like :)

I LOVED doing this! It gave me such TS2 nostalgia, but also made me think about Postcards form Nowhere and asdfgdfshj thank you I love you

First one - answered already!

Ripp/Stella -  C (not a bad ship)

Actually, I’ve never thought about this one before! I guess they would meet in college and it’d be a short-term relationship, but they would split up peacefully and remain friends later in life. Ripp, as he grew up with the Smith, knows hella much about Aliens and I’m sure Stella would admire that. Also, Jenny (as his spare momma) would surely send him packs of home-made snacks, so Stella and her love for cookies would benefit from this!

Ripp/Jill - A (love it)

When I was younger, I thought this ship was insane, but I somehow grew to love it after some years of thinking over the TS2 PSP storyline. It applies to Postcards, too; in my story, Buck is dead (I’m sorry) and they both try to somehow build their lives around the absence of him. After some time Jill falls in love with the characteristics of Ripp that she’d have come to love in Buck if he’d survived and grown older with her. It’s the softness and caring side; on the other hand, Ripp admires in Jill the same traits. She can bring some peace and rationality to his messed up, artistic soul. Ripp would find it difficult to summon up the courage to tell Johnny about it though, which reminds me Harry, Ron and Ginny situation in Harry Potter XD

Buck/Jill - B

Again, one of the ‘classical ships’, no hard feelings, though I had a mental barrier which I had to break in order to accept Jill/Ripp pairing. I think they would have ended up together for sure if Buck had survived. They both soft and caring souls, yet Jill is the dominant one when she needs to, she took it after Jenny.

Angela/Dustin -  B/C

I used to ship it hard when I was younger, but now I just… do. I mean, it’s lovely that Dustin has somebody close in this hard time and I totally see Angela babysitting the babies for a symbolic amount of money, but now that I’ve read much more stories, I see it as a schematic Bad Boy/Mary Sue (haha, a pun) relationship, and… I don’t know, just no strong emotions.

John/Natasha - A+ (OTP)

Oh damn yes. I ship it so hard! You see, he’s the weird and worrying guy the whole neighbourhood is talking about, but nobody really gets to know him, they’re slightly afraid maybe, but he doesn’t let them in either. And she’s the cheerful extravagant painter and actually the only one not to judge him. She challenges herself to make friends with him, and though he’s not really interested in it at first, he grows closer to the funny redhead and he doesn’t even realise it. They drive each other insane sometimes, but are ready to defend the other one when needed and soon become the weirdest couple in the neighbourhood. It seems odd to everyone else, but they actually understand each other’s peculiar ways of life pretty well and are tolerant to the small oddities (I mean, John walks around in an ankle-length black coat in July, and Natasha refuses to serve anything but grilled cheese for dinner. And they both just shut up and live with it).

Bella/Mortimer - A+

Both classical ships AND hard feelings. What to say more? I ship it like hell. One of my first OTPs actually, it could have started even back in 2007!

Cassandra/Don - E (don’t really like it)

I know there’s a whole community of Dossandra shippers and I myself love one story where they’re together, but as for the relationship itself, I don’t think their characters match. They’re just so different from each other - too different to change. They both wouldn’t be happy in this relationship.

Jenny/Buzz - A+ [long rambling below]

This Juzz madness has been actually started by my best friend, as a joke I believe; I fell into feels though. Why I ship it? Well, I think Jenny’s strong but caring character would sooth Buzz’s anger, grief and bitterness that poison his soul after Lyla’s sudden death (for which he blames himself, though he never told it to anyone). She isn’t blind to what he did (we all know he was a shitty father; he never hit his children, but he was far from Lyla’s motherly softness), but she understands his pain, unless everybody else. Jenny still sees the young Buzz beneath the surface - before the failed marriage and loss hardened him - and she’s desperate to get that old Buzz out again. I think everyone sees him as someone only hurting people; she knows he’s hurt, too. She actually defendedhis children from him when he was mad at them for nothing (usually it applied to Ripp) and she strongly disapproves his violent reactions, but she sees the way to solve this whole crisis by also healing him, as she thinks Buzz hurts people mostly because he is tangled up in all this pain and grief and anger from these years after Lyla’s death (and she’s right).

In my headcanon they weren’t a couple in teenage years; only good friends. I think they had to change through their life (I see young Jenny as even more stubborn than adult Jenny), get older and wiser to realise what they mean to each other, and after all this time of hurting and fighting, finally build love on common understanding.

Lazlo/Crystal - B

Oooh they’re such hippie dorks! I mean, I see them being around 30 in TS2 and they still act like in high school. They have nothing against showing their love to each other, so they kiss in public, go to Lazlo’s science parties together and play video games whole afternoons because they’re nerds. Tbh (spoiler) I’m still unsure whether to kill Crystal off in my story or not, because I think Lazlo would die without her…

Circe/Vidcund - A+

As I’m more into simblr community, I see that most Simmers interpret Circe as the ‘worse’ of the Beakers couple, but to me, it’s always been Loki, even before I joined the community! I ship Circund for life; I see Circe being stuck between a rock and a hard place, as she either married Loki for money or splendor (he had already made a name in the scientific society, unlike Vidcund) and at first their marriage (or, more, cooperation) was inspiring for her, but then he started to experiment on people (Nervous, Gimi) and she didn’t want it, but couldn’t get out; didn’t know how. Loki abused her to remain silent, and she had no one to turn to and nowhere to escape.

In my story, she works with the Curious brothers in the military lab and there’s a huge tension between her and them (when she broke up with Vid, well, he took it hard, and you know, family support), but Vidcund still secretly dreams that they will somehow get together one day. I think their relationship would be even more inspiring for Circe’s scientific side and her ambition to learn and develop, and it would be healthier, for sure. I mean, in my headcanon Loki just ruins her life slowly, so yeah.

Circe/Loki - F (NOTP)

Explained above!

Jasmine Rai/ Zoe Zimmerman - N/A (don’t know well enough)

I saw many people shipping these girls, but I personally never got into Uni pre-mades’ personalities really, so I don’t have an opinion. I might think about this ship when I get back to playing TS2 one day though!

To everybody who read the whole thing - let me shake your hand and kiss you.

[jackw-gamedesign]

GX Australia Wrap-Up

I realise this post is three weeks delayed (whoops), but I wanted to take a moment to talk about what the experience was like taking Lucid Road to GX Australia.

Things I Did Not Expect

- How nervous I would be on the nights before. When I get stressed I shut down and barely say anything. The entire trip from Melbourne to Sydney I wasn’t very talkative and I had to let @cassandra-jade-gray (Lucid Road’s producer) and @rubyxcubegames (my uni friend) know that I wasn’t being rude, I was just trying to stop myself from ~freaking out~

- How incredibly nice and friendly everyone would be. I thought for sure there’d be at least one person who would stand up and loudly declare how terribly my game was, but that never happened. 

- I got a tiny on camera interview which was had me soooo nervous. I was sweating so bad oh my goddd-

- How excellent the networking opportunities would be. As it was a smaller convention it was soooo easy to just go and chat to people who you would normally have to wait in queues for. I met some really fantastic developers over the weekend and strengthened some good friendships :)

Things I Learned

- Having a little elevator pitch ready to go is a VERY GOOD idea, for the sole purpose it gives you an opening sentence to say to someone and helps you form yourself back into a human being who actually knows how to talk. 

- Having a rigid, word-by-word pitch is not such a great idea. Keep it natural, you know? People like good personalities, and being able to just have a casual friendly conversation is the fastest way to get people onto your game

- MAILING LISTS ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT. Once they walk away from your booth they are gone forever. They might never look at your sell sheet or your twitter, but if you can get them onto a mailing list you can ping them again in a week or a month and be like “hey! here’s more about that game you saw. Tell your friends”

- Expect chaos. Builds will break, unforeseen bugs will pop up and refuse to go away. Just smile and wear it, everyone is going through the same thing. Be cool. The most important thing is you are there.

Highlights Of The Weekend

- People would come to the booth and say “Hey, my partner/friend/brother/sister told me about this game and recommended I check it out!”. This happened multiple times and it was the most encouraging feeling. I loved it.

- Getting two seconds of fame on Spawnpoint’s GX episode. Check it out, we’re on screen at about 4:01, just after the chat with Ken Wong.

- Sitting down with a lady who had a form of cerebral palsy in her left hand and having a chat about what kind of games she plays and what accessibility features she would appreciate. She unfortunately couldn’t play Lucid Road because it required use of both hands, which led to our chat. It was a really memorable moment and in those few minutes I learned so much about better design. I hope I can incorporate something into Lucid Road to accommodate for the diverse range of people who enjoyed our game.

- The Closing Ceremony talk by Rami Ismail was just incredible, and afterwards people from the crowd were offered to talk about what the GX weekend meant to them. The stories that flowed back were so open and honest, and people were crying, and I was crying, and it was this incredible moment of connectedness in a space where everyone was accepting of everyone else. Absolutely phenomenal, you don’t get that anywhere else.

- And of course, seeing my friends and family who came to visit the booth and play the game. That was really fantastic and I thank you so much for the support. Having a few familiar faces there did SO MUCH for my stress levels, perhaps a lot more than they might have realised, and I’m always so grateful for these people in my life 

<3

[heartlandians]

Wow that episode was different to what I expected.

The Georgie/Wyatt storyline was better than I thought it would be – I’m glad it was her figuring stuff out. And it wasn’t really a “date” like we were lead to believe. I’m glad she didn’t just like go with it and end up “with him”. I think she realised that she did like Adam, and I liked how she referred him to as her best friend – rather than just boyfriend.  Wyatt was fun though, I kind of liked him. Loved the sports car with no roof! I do feel like Georgie had way more chemistry with this guy than she ever had with Adam/Stephen. I do hope we see him again! Not even as a “love interest” but just as a character because he was nice!

OMG THAT GUY IN THE CAFÉ WAS LOU’S GLASS GUY FROM LAST SEASON  I HONESTLY DIED! 

Jade’s storyline was kind of heart breaking – all because of her dad. I loved how she threw herself into quitting uni etc, to go with Clay. I can understand why she went that way because it was hard for her to hear about her dad not wanting to spend the weekend with him, and she probably felt like if Clay went on his own, he would be leaving her too. Then it turned out Clay didn’t even consider her going with him – which I was sad about because I really do like him haha. Not as much anymore. – he’s still beautiful though.

Loved Jade’s talk with Tim, I feel Tim really likes Jade and will be there for her regardless. He doesn’t want her ruining her life for say – Clay.  Sad that it was her last Episode of the season though!

I loved Amy’s chat about how it’s not easy to get back into education and everything – it was literally like she was channelling my mum at that point because she keeps reiterating that I shouldn’t take a year out haha!

Tim/Casey was sweet – not much to say although she will defend her nephew and fair enough. I am sad that Casey is going down south to the rodeo.  I wonder whether we will see her again this season? (not looked at spoilers in a while so not sure). I love her and tim together 

Amy’s storyline was different, I really enjoyed seeing her connection with Ghost and all the flashbacks – omg trying to break me!? I do like how Jack was supportive about it and didn’t like just brush it off. Glad they managed to help Ghost.

All looked well when we got to Mongolia and Ty was just tired. But WHY IS HE LYING TO HIS WIFE HE IS ILL D: Poor Ty! Like honestly how sad? When bob was like another dizzy spell?!??! NOOOOO!

At the end of the episode when Ghost appeared after disappearing – Amy knew. She just knew there was something not right. You could see it in her eyes. MY Q IS WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN IN THE NEXT EPISODE TY-WISE?! Are we going to see him getting ready to leave and like leaving – even though he isn’t well? Then in 17, it turns out he has been ill on the plane and rushed to hospital? WHAT IS HAPPENING!?!?

 Cassandra and Jack having a little chat was funny – its funny, I think this is like one of the first times we have seen those two interact (minus engagement) I could be wrong – but I thought it was a nice touch. ALSO LOVED CALEB’s IDEA FOR THE WEDDING! THAT WOULD BE HILARIOUS! 

Not watched the preview – but I am aware words “Are you her father” are spoken? OMG COULD MY THEORY BE ALONG THE RIGHT LINES!?! CANT WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK! But also. WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN WITH TY?

I can imagine Tim in a future episode being like “only an idiot son in law of mine would go all the way to Mongolia for 4 months, rescue bears, be near poachers and in danger, only to come home with an illness from some goats milk!?” (if it is the goats milk) but it would honestly kill me if something like that was said! 

Submitted by: callmebethany2010 __________________________________

Thanks for your review! Love to hear people’s reactions :)

I just don’t see them giving such a huge plot point away in the preview, so I think the “are you her father” is meant to mislead us. Because what would be the point of taking away the whole suspense of that?

[jentrevellan]

Summary: A modern AU setting of Thedas! … Lyla Lavellan is heading to Skyhold University, after dropping out of her previous uni. A distance relationship with her boyfriend Solas in Denerim is put under strain but she soon becomes fast friends with her new housemates, classmates and work colleagues, including uni drop-out Cullen Rutherford.

Read on Ao3 -> Read on FF -> Artwork by @lillotte17

Chapter 7: Lyla

“Are we friends?”

I look up from my desk. I’ve been pouring over the textbooks ready to start uni next week and I didn’t hear Sera come up. She stands in my doorway, leaning against the frame, looking down at her feet. Strange; it’s rather meek of her.

“Of course we are - well, I hope we are,” I smile.

She shuffles into my room and sits on my bed. I swivel in my chair and turn my music down. “What’s up?”

“You really wanna know?” she asks, twisting her hands in front of her.

I frown. “Only if you want to tell me,” I say gently.

She puffs her cheeks, starts a sentence a few times before blurting out: “What’s the deal with Solas?”

It’s as if a bucket of ice has been chucked over me. I blink several times before saying in a voice, more level than I feel; “W-what do you mean?”

“Sorry, but I don’t like him.”

I take a steadying breath. “Sera-”

“Does he hurt you?”

I stare at her, repeating her question in my mind. Does he hurt me? Oh, yes he does. Can I tell her that? Can I tell anyone that? No.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I say carefully, turning back in my chair to my work. I thumb a page in a textbook and pretend to write down a note. “Solas and I are just going through a… rough patch, that's all,” I explain patiently, my voice surprisingly level.

Sera doesn't reply. A few minutes later she gets up with a huff and stalks out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I stare at the back of my bedroom door, feeling empty. It takes me a few minutes to notice the tears spilling from my eyes. Droplets fall on my notes, blurring the ink, so I wipe my eyes furiously. I push myself up from my chair and flop down on my bed, bringing a pillow of my face, as I sob silently into it. I don’t feel anything, and that’s what scares me. It’s almost as if I’m still sat at my desk, watching a girl cry but feeling no emotional attachment, like a dull television show.

I know Sera is trying but I cannot tell anyone. What would Solas do if he found out I had told a friend - or anyone for that matter - that I think he’s abusing me? To be fair, I’ve never really brought the subject up with him. Maybe… maybe he doesn’t realise that he’s hurting me.

I steady my breathing and pull my pillow away. Yes, that’s got to be it. I’m not abused. Neither of us know any better. First relationship. All the magazines and movies say that communication is key. My stomach clenches - when was the last time we actually sit down and talked? Have we… ever?

My phone buzzes on my desk. I reach forward look at the ID, noting a text from Cullen. But the caller ID takes up most of the screen. It’s a picture of Solas and I over a year ago. I’m smiling in the picture. Was I happy?

I swipe my phone to answer the call. “Heya,” I say, voice muffled from little crying fit I’d had.

“Hey, wass sup? Wanna time face me nude? Heh. I wanna see all of you.”

His words are slurred. I feel sick. “I, ah, I look a mess. And I’m studying. Maybe later?”

“Oh, come ooon.” he says, drawing out his words.

“No,” I snap. I can feel myself shaking. Emotions returning.

“Wha-the fuck Ly?”  

Ok, deep breath. “I said no, okay? You’re drunk.”

“So? You're my girlfrien’.”

“I said no.”

“You don’ get to say no to me.”

I bristle. “What?! And what are you going to do about it?” I feel stronger knowing that he’s not here. I would never dare say this to his face.

A harsh laugh makes my toes curl in disgust. “You want to be punished? Oh yeah you do. I can do tha’ when I see you.”

“Oh, and when will that be? You never visit me. I always have to visit you.” It’s what’s been on my mind for months now. But I try to ignore that stray thought that I don’t even want to see him: that it’s my duty to do so.

“Whatever. Are you gonna TimeFace me or no?”

“I said NO,” I practically shout. Not caring that Sera could hear me in the room next door, or Cassandra in the room below.

“Fuck you, Ly.”

I hang up and carefully place my phone on the bedside table. I calmly lie back down on the bed and scream into my pillow.

When I wake in the morning, I’m still dressed in what I was wearing when I cried myself to sleep. I chuckle darkly at the thought. Am I fifteen again, crying myself to sleep? Creators, help me.

I sit up in bed and stretch, rubbing my eyes which feel too big and puffy to be mine. I reach for my phone and finally open the message from Cullen I’d forgotten to check after that disastrous call yesterday.

<Cullen (from work) Rutherford> [You working on Sunday?x]

I check my diary and punch reply, relieved for the distraction.

[Morning! Yeah, but finishing early as I’m starting uni on Monday!x]

He replies almost straight away. I can’t help but smile.

<Cullen (from work) Rutherford> [Oh of course! You’ll be fine: Dorian’s with you for most classes, isn't he?x]

[Not sure if that’s a reassuring notion or not! Do you want a lift to work on Sun?x]

Again, an instant reply. I can’t help but play with that little pendant around my neck. I freeze when I realise what I’m doing and snatch my hand away.

<Cullen (from work) Rutherford> [If that’s ok?? I hate to ask!x]

[Hmm, you just want me for my car! Haha!x]

There’s a slight delay before he replies.

<Cullen (from work) Rutherford> [You know that’s not true.x]

[Haha I know, just winding you up. ;) Of course I’ll give you a lift. Pick you up around 11am?x]

<Cullen (from work) Rutherford> [Amazing - thank you! I owe you a coffee or two!x]

I don’t hesitate in my reply.

[Okay.x]

But then I get no answer. Oh crap, what if he’s taken it the wrong way? Well, part of me wants him to take it the wrong way… wait, did I just admit that? I shake my head and throw my phone to the floor, running my hands through my hair. One battle at a time, I scold myself.

Instead I jump in the shower, noting that Sera’s door is closed, as are Dorian’s and Cassandra’s. I take a long shower, letting the water wash over me, enjoying the warmth. I scrub hard at my skin, hoping it erases the memories of the night before and of that phone conversation. When I’m out the shower and dressed, I pick up my phone and find that I’ve got no calls or texts. It’s a strange mixture of relief and annoyance.

After a few minutes, I dry my hair and braid it loosely before lying back down on my bed. I need to think about things, but I really don’t want to. Part of me wants to hibernate, hoping this will all blow over. I peer over and look at the stack of books on my desk, all new and fresh, ready for the new term to start in two days. I finally pick up my phone again and text Dorian.

[Hey! If I make some hot chocolate, can we study together today?x]

As I wait for a reply, I flick through various social media channels. I end up on BookFace and browse Solas’ profile. I frown at some pictures he’s tagged in. Curiously, I look further and see pictures from last night. He’s at a nightclub (since when did he go clubbing?). His arm around a woman’s shoulders. She’s pecking his cheek. His eyelids are heavy and he’s clearly intoxicated in the snaps, which are a tad blurry. I’m not sure what this bizarre feeling is in my gut. Am I jealous? Envious? Overreacting?

Yes, yes I’m just overreacting.

“Knock knock!” Dorian says from my doorway. I shove my phone under my pillow.

“Hey! Did you get my text?” I fiddle with the pendant distractedly around my neck.

He rolls his eyes. “I did. You do know that we live in the same house, right? One floor below each other?”

I chuckle. “I wasn’t sure you were in,” I say, shuffling up when he comes to sit next to me on my bed.

“Next time why don’t you knock? I’ll even put a handkerchief on the doorknob if I’ve got company,” he winks at me.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Oh geez, Dorian.”

“Just saying! It could happen!” He reaches to my desk and grabs one of the thicker books. “Ooh, my favourite - political analysis of Ferelden literature form the 4th Age. You ready to begin?”

I grab my note pad and we sit and study together. As I get to know Dorian more and more, I’m beginning to see just how brilliant his mind is. He’s so quick and switched on - I’m lucky to be learning from him. However, his eager eye is almost too eager.

“What’s this?” he says, leaning forward to look at the pendant around my neck.

“Oh! It’s a Jayne Ayres necklace,” I smile, showing him the tiny inscription.

“Did Solas give it to you?”

I snort. “No way. Cullen got it for me actually.”

His eyebrows rise. “Oh, really?”  

“Yeah, for Satinalia… he gets everyone gifts, he said…?” Dorian’s eyebrows rise so high, I think they’re going to disappear in his hairline. “What?” I demand, giving him a gentle shove with my  shoulder.

“Oh, nothing. Let’s move on to Orlesian romance, shall we?”

We fall back into our comfortable study silence, pouring over books and writing notes. He shows me his notes and annotations from last term and by the end of the afternoon, despite being up in my room all day with no breaks, we’ve covered all the work I’d missed. I’m amazed at how well we study together. We lie on my bed - tops and tails - cushions propping us up on either end, books scattered on my bed, empty coffee cups lining my desk.

It’s almost dark when Dorian says, “There’s something vibrating.” I blink at him, trying to comprehend. He shuffles around on my bed, moving my pillows and cushions. “Is it your-”

“It’s my phone, Dorian! My phone!” I say exasperated, but laughing.

He picks it up and to my horror he answers, laughter hitching in my throat. “Hello, this is Dorian.”

There’s a voice on the other end I can't hear. I scramble forward and reach for it, but Dorian is surprisingly strong and effortlessly manages to still hold the phone whilst dodging my grabbing hands. Panic sets in - shit, what if it’s Solas?

“Oh, I’m sorry, she’s rather busy right now,” he says in a bored voice.

I try not to scream. If Solas is on the other end, I… I don’t know what I’m going to do. I struggle harder, knowing Dorian is only jesting, teasing me as friends do, but Solas won’t understand. He won’t see it that way! He’ll think I’m cheating on him with Dorian! Creators, help me!

“So why don’t you tell me about this necklace, hmm?”

I freeze, eyes widening. Dorian smirks.

“And where’s my present?” he scoffs. “All right, I’ll pass you over - hang on.” He holds the phone out to me. “Cully Wully, for you.”

I snatch my phone out of his hands, and he barks out a laugh. I tug my hair behind my ears and clear my throat. “Um, hello Cullen.”

“Hey - please ignore Dorian… please?” his voice hums on the other end. I ignore my stomach flipping. I’m just relieved it’s not Solas, aren't I? Creators, my emotions are a mess.

“OK I’ll ignore him,” I chuckle, peering at Dorian, who’s watching me closely.

“Look, I’m sorry to call, but Blackwall’s just phoned in sick. Can you come and work this evening instead of Sunday?”

“Of course,” I say instantly.

A relieved sigh. “Amazing, thank you so much.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes - that okay?”

“More than okay,” he says. My face warms.

“Alright, see you in a bit.”

“Bye.”

I hang up and glare at Dorian. “What?”

He hums and twirls his moustache. “Oh, nothing, nothing.”

“Dorian-” I begin and his smile fades. My voice broke. Oh crap, are those hot tears? Shit!

“What is it?” he asks, face now full of concern.

“I… please, I don't want to sound horrid, but please don’t answer my phone. If that had been Solas then…”

“Then what?” he presses.

“Solas would’ve flipped a lid,” Sera says from my doorway. I jump up, startled. “I’m right, aren’t I?” she says, arms folded.

I chew my lip and turn away, pulling open my wardrobe, searching for my bar clothes. I hate that she’s right, and I think she knows that. But I can’t… I mustn’t speak.

“What on earth are you prattling on about?” Dorian asks as I quickly pack my bag.

“Solas is-.”

“Drop it, Sera,” I warn quietly. I rummage under my bed for my shoes and pull them on, not looking at either of them.

She strides into my room. “No, I won’t drop it! I’ve seen your arms!” Her face is so close to mine, that as I stand, I can see every little freckle on her cheeks.

Dorian stands. “Sera, what-”

“Your arms!” Sera demands.

I take a breath. “I don’t know what you’re on about,” I say calmly, pushing past her, hoisting my bag on my shoulder and running down the stairs. I don’t even say farewell to either of them.

By the time I finally arrive at the pub, my strange mix of anger, fear and - well - just that strange conflict of emotions disappears as soon as I push through the doors. The pub is packed full, mainly with Skyhold rugby fans, all slopping beers, singing awful chants and generally just getting merrily smashed. And let me tell you that being sober, in a strange state of emotions and working in a roomful of sports fans, is not really that much fun.

I slip through the crowds and behind the bar, shimmying past Cullen and Maryden who don’t even clock that I’ve arrived. I dash upstairs, throw my bag on the sofa in the staff room and quickly ready myself by pinning on my apron and brushing myself down. I hold a hair bobble between my teeth as I pull my hair into a messy bun and pause: my eyes are still red and puffy. Did I cry on my way over here? The drive to work is a bit of a blur.

And so I rummage in my handbag for foundation, eyeliner or any sort of makeup but - Fen’harel take me! I’ve got nothing. I’ll have to go down on the bar floor looking like a right state. How did I end up like this? Never mind - I’m sure that the business of the pub downstairs will, no doubt, keep me occupied, so these nasty thoughts won’t have time to filter through and throw me off-balance. I remember that Cullen said he keeps himself busy to distract him from Kirkwall. I wonder if that technique will work for me too, as I try to forget this mess I’m in?

Minutes later I’m behind the bar, working between Maryden and Cullen, pouring pints, making spirits and counting out change. As I stand and take a breath pulling a large order of beer, Cullen slides up next to me, using a different tap.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey yourself,” I grin, tilting the pint glass with one hand, whilst pumping the tap with the other. “Blackwall bailed on your again, huh?” I say conversationally.

“Yep,” he does the same with his pint, before flicking a glance at me. “But I think I prefer working with you.”

I try to ignore that little flip my stomach does at his words. Instead I chuckle and shove him gently with my arm. He realities and does the same, a wicked smile breaking on his face.

“Flatterer,” I say, starting another pint.

He shrugs. “I try.”

We fall back into that satisfactory rhythm of working around each other, even with Maryden - who I’ve only worked with once before - humming around us. As I suspected, those nagging little thoughts have all gone, and despite everything and how tired I am, this evening I feel at my most content. I’m actually enjoying being worked off my feet, of working with a someone who is becoming a good friend. I smile to myself - I really do enjoy working with Cullen. I glance at him just a few inches away, our arms are close enough again that they occasionally brush. His white shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, his apron is mucky over his dark jeans and he’s also smiling, but he’s smiling at me. Shit. I hide my confusion of emotions by pulling a stupid (and probably repulsive) expression on my face. Instead he throws his head back and laughs, little creases cornering his eyes. I have to admit - I like his laugh. Makes me want to laugh. Bugger.

As the evening continues, the bar starts to quieten down as many groups shuffle off to seek nightclubs who will remain open. I glance at the clock, noting that there’s only an hour of serving time left, when a familiar face leans over the bar.

“Hello Lyla,” Cassandra says, her words a little slurred.

Cullen touches my arm, and I move away from the till: it’s a normal gesture we use as we work around one another. And yet I try to ignore the warmth of his hand when it touched my arm.

“Hey Cass,” I beam. “What can I get you?”

She purses her lips in thought, looking at the rows of spirits behind me. “I’ll get eight bottles of… Skyton’s Best Cider,” she says. “Although I might need a hand carrying them.”

I touch Cullen’s arm and he moves past me, whilst I punch Cassandra’s order in on the till.

“I’ll carry them over,” Cullen says, glancing at Cassandra.

“It’s alright,” I say, opening the cash drawer. “I’ll clear some of the tables at the same time.”

He nods and moves down the bar to start serving another group of rugby fans. I flick off the bottle caps for each beer and place them on a serving tray before dashing round to the other side of the bar next to Cassandra, who takes a few bottles. I lift the tray onto my shoulder and follow her through the crowds, until we arrive at a corner booth full of rugby players.

“Lyla, this is Iron Bull, the captain of the rugby team,” she says, sitting down next to the huge Qunari.

I place the tray on the table and hand out the beers. “Nice to meet you, Iron Bull,” I say, slightly intimidated. He’s got an eyepatch and a very chiselled jaw. Creators - I do not want to get on the wrong side of him.

But I blink when he roars with laughter at my obvious expression. Cassandra rolls her eyes. “Don’t let his appearance fool you: he’s a big teddy bear, really.”

“Haha, although not on the playing field, am I right boys?” he shouts to the group around him. They raise their bottles and cheer.

I look at Cassandra. “I should get back to work,” I say and with a wave head back to the bar, clutching the empty tray to my chest. I pause at empty tables and pile it up with empty glasses and bottles before winding back to the bar. I put the full tray down with a sigh, and freeze when a hand touches my back.

“Hey darlin’,” a man drawls from behind.

I spin on the spot, hands grasping the edge of the table, only to find myself cornered by a large Ferelden man. His breath stinks of beer and his eyes are sagging with intoxication. I try to hide my repulsion as he leans a hand on the table so he’s eye level with me.

“Wha’ time do ya clock-off?” he says, not abashed at all as his eyes look me up and down.

My gut twists with distaste. “Sorry, I’m taken,” I reply with a forced smile, moving to push past him, but his reactions are fast, considering he’s so drunk, and a hand clasps my elbow tightly. With a wave of nausea, I notice that it’s a similar grip to the one Solas has grasped me with before.

I take a staying breath. “Please let me go,” I say.

He grins, clutching my elbow tighter. “Not until you give me your number.”

“HEY!” a voice behind the bar calls, and I think it’s Cullen. And when I think of Cullen and how I like his company and how I really loathe Solas’ at the moment and I think about how unfair this whole mess is; well, I think something inside me snaps.

I bring my knee up and shove it firmly into this guy’s crotch. He lets out a little “Oof!” before doubling over, grasping his crown jewels. I clench my jaw and glare, knowing that this probably wasn’t the best idea in the world, but right now, I simply don’t care.

Cullen and Cassandra are both at my side, Iron Bull also here. Bull grabs the groaning guy by the collar of his shirt and pulls him to his feet. “What are you playing at, huh?” he yells, making the whole pub fall silent and watch.

“She-she kneed me!” he gasps, pointing a shaking finger at me.

Cullen stands in front of me, stopping me as I move forward to do, well Creators knows what. Instead his back blocks my view, but I hear his words.

“And you harassed a member of my staff and a friend. Get out. Now,” he says, voice low, dangerous.  

I peer over Cullen’s shoulder and see the fool try and stand and straighten, only for Bull to pick up him so his feet are off the floor, noses pressed together.

“He said GET OUT, did not not hear him?!” Bull roars, saliva spitting over his red face.

The Ferelden man squirms then nods vigorously. Cullen is shaking and I gulp, preparing for our friendship to be halted because, here in this pub, he is technically my boss. But when he turns to look at me - once Bull has escorted the man out - it’s a look that makes me pause. It’s a look of such…genuine care and concern that I see and it’s unnerving me. His eyes soften and he runs a hand through his hair and, if I’m really honest, this shakes me more than this whole incident. And that’s because no-one has ever looked at me like that before - like we’re the only two people in the world. Creators - I’m in trouble.

“Are you okay?” he asks, hand on my upper arm. It’s a gentle touch, one of concern and kindness. My face burns and I look at everything else in the pub except for him.

“Yeah,” I say as casually as possible. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

The pub closes soon after and we fall into the close-down routines. Despite Cullen’s insistence I take a break, I carry on working, desperate to distract myself from these maddening thoughts. I can’t think clearly - and in the last twenty-four hours I’ve not been thinking properly at all. Once the final customers are ushered out and the doors are locked, Cullen leans over the bar, uncaps two bottles of beers and hands one to me.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“An alcoholic beverage called a beer,” he grins.

I roll my eyes. “You’re starting to pick up my sense of humour. It’s not a good sign.” Regardless, I take the bottle, careful to make sure our fingers don’t brush.

“Sure you’re okay?” he asks as Maryden pulls on her jacket.

“Yeah, I’m fine - just mortified,” I admit. “I thought you were going to fire me on the spot.”

He takes a swig of his beer before answering. “I was angry,” he says carefully. “But not at you. Just don’t tell Leliana, okay?” He leans back. “You too, Maryden. Let’s keep this between us.”

“I hear ya,” she calls, picking up her handbag. “Am I ok to leave?”

Cullen nods. “Go ahead - Lyla and I will do the final lock up. Thanks for your help.”

Maryden hesitates by me. “Don’t worry about it, sweets: you know, I punched a guy in the nose on my first week,” she winks before slipping out the pub.

I’m only too aware that we are now alone in the pub. I take another sip of my beer and rack my brains for something to talk about. But now it’s just us two here, I’m very much coming to realise that this man here is stirring something inside that I cannot allow. I’ve had many friends in the past who I’ve had subtle crushes on, but I’ve always been in a relationship with Solas. They’ve been little fancies, harmless flirting. But this is different and I’m terrified. I won’t cross the line, and yet I really want him to. I’m just curious.

As if on cue, my phone in my back pocket vibrates and Solas’s image flashes up. My thumb hovers over the answer button but I glance at Cullen who’s watching me closely.

“I… I should probably get this…” I trail off.

He looks away. “Sure. Of course. I’ll just, ah, finish closing up,” he pushes himself off the bar, leaving his beer and heads up to the office.

The phone buzzes in my hands, and I’m so close to answering, but I don’t. I decline the call and slide my phone back into my pockets, following Cullen upstairs. He sits in the office turning off the lights and locking windows whilst I slip into the staff room and grab my bag. I linger in the office doorway when I see Cullen’s head in his hands, taking a deep breath.

“Cullen?” I ask quietly.

He looks up, eyes weary, a loose curl of hair falling across his forehead. “Sorry - just got a migraine. I’ll finish locking up - you can go if you want.”

“I can give you a lift home…?”

He looks at me, and my stomach flips. I chew my bottom lip and try to ignore the sensation.

Cullen sighs and rubs his chin. “I… I shouldn’t. But thank you. I’ll walk today.”

“Alright then… I… goodnight,” I say. “And thanks again.”

A faint smile on his lips, so brief I think I may have imagined it. “Goodnight, Lyla.”

I back out of the office and head downstairs. The two bottles of beer, still predominately full sit together alone on the bar top. I squeeze my eyes tight shut, blinking back tears. I wipe my eyes, angry at myself, unsure as to why I’m feeling like this. Part of me wants to take both bottles up and sit with him in the office and talk. I know that perhaps a week or so ago I probably would’ve done that. But now… now I remember the whole night and I think of the pendant around my neck.

With much reluctance, I slip out of the pub, leaving the two bottles on the bar. I can’t help to think that in another life, I would be walking up those stairs and letting myself dive headfirst into this mess. But not now. I can’t. As if on cue, my phone buzzes. This time I answer it.