#meme: robin stenmark

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🍃 robin

SEND A SYMBOL FOR…🍃 a time my muse left home:

Are you certain this is something you want to do with your life? What if you run into problems or run out of money, how will you contact us? If you change your mind you’re always welcome back and I’m sure you can wrap up your degree in no time, do something else.. 

His dads’ worries were clear as day, a constant string of prompts and hidden pleases to get him to stay in Sweden. They had opted to drive him to the airport, a way for them follow Robin into the beginning of his new plans of life. They were caring people whose family meant more to them than anything else in the world and he hadn’t expected anything less than protests and suggestions that he should think this over and make sure that he was a hundred percent clear with his decisions before he went off to throw away his future in such a fashion. Robin, on the other hand, has been sure every since he had come back from his first vacation and found himself (and his life) feeling nothing short of lackluster. 

He had accepted a life into college once summer had come to an end, IT to be exact, and placed himself within that school bench like the rest of the peers his age. He had attempted to view his own future, watch himself grow within the field and one day score a perfectly safe office job in some grey, dull building sounded by like-minded and equally as safe people. But, the more he found himself dwelling, the less he found the thought appealing – until most of his days at school turned into dreams of something bigger, something unplanned and careful. He was seeking the thrills of uncertainty, of not knowing what was beyond next day’s corner and getting to experience life through the eyes of others. He was bored with Sweden, with his hometown. It had nothing to offer him beyond this point, he’d already seen anything of interest. He needed out. 

Thus, without holding off, Robin had found himself a part time job and jumped off school -- gathering what could be called a starter budget to get him from one place to another, and hopefully be enough to keep him up on his feet until he found something stable. He hadn’t cared to plan beyond that point, booking a one way ticket to another European country to showcase he was as serious about this as one could become. He wasn’t about to look back, no, not even as his dads stood there arm in arm, clutching to one another with their dear lives as they watched their son take an all too early step into adulthood. 

“I promise I’ll send you a post card as soon as I can and update you as often as I can get my hands on a phone.” Robin held himself high as he spoke, his posture trembling with excitement as he pressed his plane ticket closer to his chest. “I don’t know when I’ll be back home again but I’m sure you’ll do without me for a little while.” There was a wink to his words as he raised his hand to wave them off. “I have to run now but remember that I love you both, okay! Oh, and Sofia and Hugo, of course. You’ll be the only thing I’ll miss, count me on that.” Now, who knew who successful this impulsive change would turn out to be -- but did he quite care about such a matter? No. He had always been a man of simple principles, a simple lifestyle and all he wanted was to satisfy a calling that had secretly been whispering for his attention since early years.It was now or never, no time to doubt. He had a plane to catch. 

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👀 robin

SEND A SYMBOL FOR…👀 a time my muse told a lie:

So, there’s been another cancelled article or something? Considering you’re online and around, that is. 

Marius’ message was direct and mainly on point, as him being around on a Tuesday morning (in his case) wasn’t usually part of his weekly schedule – although it often changed depending on where in the world he happened to be and whatever tasks were ahead of him. This week, however, was one that shouldn’t have kept him at his hotel and a faint feeling of shame crept through his skin as he exhaled and pulled the laptop closer to himself; remembrance of a shady and wishful Sunday night keeping him company and clogging his head with the notion that skipping out on this week was something of a charity, a way to score some points and gain the favors of a person that every so rarely made a comeback into his life. 

R: “haha yeah you could say that my guide ended up sick :/ unlucky me right??? you cant plan these things tho it happens. whats up tho its still weekday so is it like evening over at europe?” 

The lie slipped his fingers like a smooth stick of butter, as it was one he had entered many times before whenever he had happened to “cancel” his weekly plans for casual and unlucky reasons. It wasn’t as if anyone, especially not Marius, could dig around and sniff out anything suspicious about a person being sick. Of course it was bitter pill to lie to someone as close to him as his best friend, but the fear of him – or anyone else – finding out this straight up game he seemed to be playing with his ex was greater than his will to be open and honest. 

They didn’t need to know, had no reason to know, and he certainly wasn’t going to make a bigger deal out of it than it needed to be. It wasn’t as if it happened often, right? Only sometimes and Robin found himself being far too much of an opportunist to wave of his chances to get close to someone that he yet liked… well, loved. To give someone else your ideas now and then wasn’t bad, it was supposed to be a good thing -- sharing, caring and all those wonderful things that lead to them liking you more. At least that was what he wanted to believe and repeat until those nagging feelings within turned into something positive instead. 

M: “No, you can’t but as long as you have a back-up of sorts you should be fine, unless you’re planning on taking some time off instead. It’s evening alright, got back home roughly two hours ago and I’m exhausted but maybe we can do a call once I’ve had some dinner? Might as well catch up now when you’re free.”

There was a scoff, happy and pleased, as he read the next answer and he found himself relaxing a bit. The Sunday slip was done and over with, he had better things to worry or focus on until he could catch sight of him again; and spending some time with another person he held dear spoke higher than most. 

R: “im thinking about it and you can totes help me brainstorm! :) but sure!! imma go get some lunch myself so how about an hour from now?? today is gon b a lazy day i can feel that one in my bones. see ya soon <3” 

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♀( changed my mind, i wanna meet robin’s mom )

A DRABBLE FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF ROBIN’S MOTHER:

There was a mixture of bitter resentment and disgust that traveled through her veins as the childlike hums of her daughter broke the otherwise silence around the kitchen. The quiet ticks and tacks of a keyboard filled the gaps, causing her lips to purse and the wrinkles around her eyes to stretch and narrow as she turned to face the younger woman.

“Quiet down, Lydia.” A demand, not a request. She should know better by now than to mess around with her mother’s peaceful mornings. Her fingers moved across the table in which she sat, grabbing for a package of cigarettes and a near empty lighter – eyes yet stuck on her daughter, a sigh of disappointment to reek through her next words. “I damn hope you aren’t wasting your time reading that god-awful blog still. You got better things to do around here.” Her thumb swept across the ignition, once, twice before the flame covered her sight and brought her attention elsewhere. ( @alicemorganwrites ) 

“It’s… not stupid, mom. It’s… you learn a lot.” Lydia’s face peeked over the laptop screen, meeting up with her mom for a moment before she quickly broke contact and glued herself back to the page in front of her.

A huff of smoke landed in the air with an exhale. A smack of the tongue against lips as the raspy feeling of toxicity pulled at her lungs, soon to laugh sharply. “Of course you’d say that, dear.” She often found herself to wonder what would happen if she simply spoke the truth about the person behind the words. His name rang through her head like a rotten memory of her long, lost youth, of how she had allowed herself to get enchanted by her ex and tricked into a life of early motherhood. Years stolen, her beauty slipping her grasp. Perhaps the two of them would have worked it out, perhaps not. That gnarly child of theirs had marked the beginning of their end, that much she did know.

Stenmark. The last name that came with a punch of reality. She inhaled another puff of smoke into her mouth, biting her teeth to hold it back. How two gay men had managed to get their hands on not only one, but three, children was beyond her – considering how it was barely legal for the two to exist by the time their claims sent her family into a whirlwind of chaos nor had it seemed they spared any time to drag the poor boy into their eccentric lifestyle. If one could call it that. To think such people had the right to accuse her and her ex of abuse when they had been the ones to slowly groom her son into thinking they had something to offer. Niklas was the one with a temper, the one that had triggered their fights – not her. She was, and always would be, a disciplined mother. It was a parents’ job, by the end of it all, to put their children back in place when they went off the rails and refused to listen. Society had gotten soft throughout the years, that was all.

Lydia had proven herself to be brighter in a lot of ways in comparison, although far from as successful as her seemingly half-brother. She was obedient and didn’t cause an unnecessary fuss but seemed unable to pull herself away from this old link of theirs. When Lydia had brought up Robin’s name around the dinner table the first time, her mind had refused to connect the last name to anything of significance. She had asked to borrow money for a book of his, casually mentioning he was the owner of some travel blog she had been a fan of for a few years. Not until she had provided her mom with a second part of facts about how he was born and raised in Sweden, Linköping to be exact, the dots connected.

Once dinner was dismissed with a swift “I’ll think about it”, had she grabbed for their laptop and put Robin’s name into the search bar to confirm her thoughts – most leading her directly to this blog of his and some adverts about the book Lydia had been talking about. It didn’t interest her and instead, the focus had landed on a short Wikipedia page written up, surprised to find her own name written up.

Biological parents: Niklas Ryberg and Mona Ljungdahl.

Adoptive parents: Stefan and Lars Stenmark.

Adoptive siblings: Sofia and Hugo Stenmark.

Robin had gone out of his way to travel for fun, at first it seemed, and then teamed up with some other man to create a blog of sorts. They had split up after a few years and Robin had continued his own, growing by the year and could now even call himself a published author. It was surreal to read and dwell back on. He lived an active lifestyle, in more than one ways, rolling with ideas and prompts to get him forward in his career. 

Could she say much of anything about Robin outside of that? Not really. She didn’t know him, nor did he know her. They were nothing but harsh memories to each other, a window into what her life could have been like if she had fought for his custody. Switching one bland child for a successful one. Or, a harsh reminder of something wasted alongside Niklas. Where would her life have led her if she hadn’t stopped for a family break? Would she have been the one to grow big and famous? Perhaps married someone rich who understood and appreciated her? Questions no one could answer and ones that made her feel ten years older by the beat.

Mona exhaled one last time, pressing the butt of the now burned down cigarette against a make-shift ashtray that stood to her left. Her eyes, this time devious in a way, met back up with her daughter. A cough entered the air between them, her hand waving in front of her as she called for Lydia’s attention. “You know, Ly, I think there’s something I should be telling you about that little hero of yours. You’re old enough to hear the truth.”

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”Is it okay to want you for myself?” (for the trash sons)

EMOTIONAL DRABBLES TO KICK YOU IN THE FEELS: 

The comment left the safety of Marius’ mouth much like a soft mumble not meant to be heard by anyone else in the living room but himself, riddled with the hints of wine the couple had happily indulged in throughout the movie that had just about began to play its after credits. A comfortable evening, not meant to write history but enough to fill the void of yet living apart from one another; and for once they hadn’t found the means of spending their Friday out on town. Marius was stuck with his back against the couch, Robin on the outskirt with their fingers entwined together and sleep was evident in either case – though Robin more so than Marius, which was perhaps the reason behind his sudden act of speech. ( @alicemorganwrites )

Opening his eyes, Robin couldn’t contain a short (but loving) laugh from erupting as he shifted from his side to his back. “Someone’s had too much wine, I can hear. It’s a… uh, a little possessive, but I’ll take it. Not too sure how Pia would react though…” It wasn’t like Marius to spew out such wishes his way, although he knew how Marius felt it was sort of reassuring to sometimes hear it spelled out. That he couldn’t deny – but now what? “Maybe it’s time we move over to – “

“I mean it”, Marius cut him off. His stare drifted away from the scene, unable to fully meet up with Robin but dedication shone at its drunken corners as his jaw locked shut. As he was met with nothing but silence Robin’s way he forced himself to relax, to further his statement. “I don’t, um, want – you know… all to myself, that’d be… wrong but… yeah.”

Robin removed their hands from one another to push himself upwards with the help of his elbows, staring at Marius with a mix of adoration and confusion. He offered the other man a nod for his courage, following it with a matching smile. “Good enough, I can… sense some need for development but it’s a good step into the right direction and I appreciate the efforts you’re making”, Robin joked before he leaned closer to offer Marius a thankful kiss, feeling as if he deserved something for his attempts at being romantic.

But, what should have been the end of it proved differently, perhaps the kiss had woken an act of chivalry within the other; so yet awkward and stiff, Marius blew up his chest and forced his stare to travel where he wanted it to be. “I want us to work, Robin. Sometimes… it doesn’t feel like I’m doing enough for you – for us, but I want you to know that I’m trying. I’m not – “, he paused, his hand finding its way back to the grip Robin had freed them from before he continued. “I don’t want to become another short chapter in your life, like the others. Someone who starts off trying but eventually stops because they believe they have done enough already to keep you hooked.” Marius faded out, licking his lips in disbelief but found himself hugging Robin’s hand tighter.

“Marius…”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where all of that came from… it was dumb…”

Watching his boyfriend slowly sink back into the couch to possible hide from him, Robin’s heart could do nothing but react appropriately. He sat frozen in place, his cheeks and neck blossoming in a light scarlet ever so after Marius’ confession became clearer inside of his head. Was he even breathing? He couldn’t say for sure and somehow it barely mattered to him as pure affection and wonder swept him in and nearly swelled tears from his eyes – all due to the fact the wine was still in action and caused his emotions to riot against each other.

Having sat there with a gaping mouth and a wide stare, Robin was no late to shower Marius with the emotions he had caused him by following him down; his free hand to travel to the back of his head to hopefully keep Marius stuck in place (and push him closer to himself) before his lips once again found their place on top of Marius’ own. This time it wasn’t playful nor just friendly and fun – but firm and needy, loving and thankful all in one. It was a kiss that could easily have lasted a lifetime if Robin had been allowed to choose, to be able to stay wrapped up in the arms of someone he cared for so deeply and feel nothing but the passion that had brought them together in the first place – or, well, nearly kept them apart.

“It will work, okay, I don’t doubt that for second”, Robin finally replied as he pulled away from Marius a second time since the discussion had started, nodding as he did. “We are a little different from before, sure, but the core is still here. You are something none of those other guys before you were: you’re my best friend as well and you know me better than anyone on this whole damn planet – as do I with you. I knew what I was getting when I signed up for it and look, I’m still here so you being a little less romantic probably isn’t as bad you may think it is.” Without much thought did he pat Marius on his leg to ease up on their topic, his lips curving into a daring smile. “I am willing to reward you for this instance if you want to though, that is if you aren’t too drunk… It’s a pretty good way to keep me to yourself… if nothing else.”

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💔 - marius and robin

THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS:

My muse breaks your muse’s heart ( @alicemorganwrites )

When opening his front door, strangely enough, Marius was the last person he had hoped to lay his eyes on. His heart, that had formerly beaten with excitement each and every time he had caught sight of his boyfriend, now dropped to the floor by his feet like it had turned to stone in a moment’s notice. Robin’s lips attempted a smile that matched his known spirit but found himself faulty at best, and thus washed it off the second his head turned away from the other male – swallowing at the thought of his own actions. He was not in the mood to talk. Not to him. Not today. The mere idea filled his body with an unknown fear of being caught, of having done something illegal although such a fear had never existed within his mind before.

Allowing Marius entrance, it didn’t take long for his fears to become reality. “Is everything alright? You haven’t answered any of my texts since you came back home again, I’m getting worried.” His dark hues traveled along the hallway before they glued themselves onto Robin with a steadfast eye, curious entwined with a mix of utter worry as he stood there in a now silence waiting for Robin to proceed.

“Uh, yeah… no I’ve – I’ve been a little busy, sorry about that.” Busy was one way of phrasing it, in a figurative way perhaps but far from the reality he had faced these past couple of days. This, which had consisted more of him flopping back into bed and ignoring every piece of responsibility that would usually have enlightened his interests – feelings of guilt holding him down against the sheets as he continued to pretend time was an illusion and that no one would miss him for a couple of days.

“Didn’t answer my first question”, Marius was quick to point out.

“No.” Robin pondered a lie, something to get him out of the situation for just another day or two, until he could find a way to propose his mess of thoughts. He fell short. “Um, maybe we should sit down?” What else could he do? Sometimes it was for the better to pull off the bandage before it grew itself a society of microorganisms and fungus left to treat, and Marius wasn’t impossible to speak to – he just… wanted things to last a little longer. That was all. A few days. Was that selfish of him?

Marius didn’t answer, he simply nodded and allowed Robin to show the way, following behind with knitted eyebrows that spoke of truth and knowledge. Of knowing he had been right, but the equal fear of Robin’s soon took its rightful place among his features as it became more evident by the second that the topic about to arise wasn’t one to cheer and celebrate. “You can start when you feel like it.” What else could he say?

Robin stayed quiet for a good two minutes, shifting around on the couch to find some sort of acceptable position whilst his mind worked overtime to find a beginning to his tale. How did he discuss this without it sounding like an accusation? Without blame? To have it ache the least? Was there even a way? “Marius… I have met someone else.” There it was. The truth. Spiteful, untasteful truth. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. He lives near our camp and volunteers on his days off work. He, uh, has a son of six years and – “, a sigh, loud and clear echoed between the living room walls. Marius was yet silent. “It feels like everyone are progressing around us, except you and I. Pia and Mike have a child now, Sofia has a family and got married last year – but we are stuck. We are going to turn forty next year, we have dated for three years and yet we haven’t even gone so far as to discuss moving in together.”

“I – I see. And this is where… this other man comes into the picture?” Marius voiced reeked of hesitation, his own body stiff as he shifted himself upwards.

“Yes. We didn’t think of it first, we just had a few drinks together but then I started talking. About things that I didn’t fully realize how much I wanted. I can’t  – I can’t think clear these days, all I can see is my own clock ticking further and further away. Fuck, I even realized I was full down and ready to give up traveling if that meant getting something more out of it.” By now, his heart and regained its place inside of his chest yet it still clung with a heavy knowledge as its beat offered no love, but pain for his surroundings and this situation he had promised himself would never happen with a partner of his. “He, well, expressed an equal devotion and said he had dreams of moving on – of finding a new partner and willing parent. He finally introduced me to his kid and before I was going home he – “ Robin pursed his lips, wanting nothing but to throw this all out the window and pretend it had never happened. His voice croaked as he exited the last piece of the puzzle, choking on the reality of what had become of a single meeting. “He asked me out and I nearly said yes.”

There was a beat of silence again. Something ill and foreboding where they sat as Marius processed the facts one by one. Eventually, his own thought rang through, low and unnerving. “And why haven’t you said anything? About how you want to, you know… all that.” He swallowed on his own, already possessing the answers but needing to hear them out loud.

Robin scoffed. “Don’t you think I haven’t tried? Marius, I tried a lot! When we were babysitting I tried to ask you if wanted something more stable of your own one day, you never answered. I tried to joke once about how it’d be if we lived together and you never seemed interested past it staying as a fiction of sorts. Not to mention all times you literally hushed me because you weren’t in the mood or didn’t have the time to talk right now. I – “ Robin’s jaw locked shut, feeling the hints of tears welling up as he broke away from the sight of Marius and placed it on the coffee table in front. “Honestly, sometimes I can’t say for sure if you’re just against the idea of growing stable in general, if you’re just scared of it somehow, or… if you are somehow against the idea of growing stable with me.” Marius was on his way to speak, but Robin shut him down with a glare. “I get it, okay, we have a long history and sometimes patterns can be hard to break. That is something you’ve shown signs off since the start but I can’t wait forever. I’m patient but I’m also not twenty-five with a whole life in front of me and I don’t want to reach the next stage in my life when I’m fucking fifty years old!”

Robin crossed his arms. Partly filled with relief and party filled with this still icky feeling of having done something bad and wrong. As a tear came breaking through at the corner of his eye he hurried to wipe it away, bracing himself for what seemed like the end of the world stuck in a vacuum of his home. “Well, do you have anything to say?” It was a faux stern, but it kept him in place.

Marius winced. “Hm… so what happens now?”

“Right…” It had been bold of his to even lightly assume Marius would come through and change his mind on the matter. “I don’t know yet. I’m confused.”

“How?”

“I don’t know what I want, that’s how. I haven’t stopped loving you and by the end of the day you give me so much, Marius. You – “, fuck another tear, this time impossible to hold back. “You have been with me since the start and perhaps a bit foolishly I hoped you’d be there until the end as well but… I don’t know. I just don’t know any longer. I feel like I need to try, see, where things will lead but I can’t do that while we are dating. I love you, I really do, but…” Robin shook his head, once again choking on his words – this time to force the topic to closure. His face found the safety of his hands, wishing to cover himself and the shame of his break-up from the man next to him. Of all the people he had dated, the one he had to break-up with was Marius. Oh, how ironic was that? They had given each other all, fought through indifference and found balance just for things to fall right back down on them.

And Marius knew this as he rose up from the couch. In any other instance, he would have stayed put, wrapped his arms around Robin until the situation calmed itself just as Robin would do him. However, he was suddenly struck with this understanding he no longer held the right to do so and at best another man was to take his place if Robin’s suggestions were to point in that direction. He had met someone with a child. Who wanted to grow as domestic as Robin wanted. Who worked with the same type of volunteer work as Robin did. A match made in heaven and as he stood there, he questioned what he, on his own, had to compete with. Because, by the end of the day, he had failed as a boyfriend. Failed to meet his partner halfway and consider his needs because of worries of his own. Thus, Marius left the apartment minutes later; his heart shattered into pieces, scattering about their relationship around the hallway of Robin’s home; and with his mind telling him it was rightfully so.

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💝 (unless it's too late to take out the trash for marius and robin idfk idfc)

send in a ‘💝’ for a random special valentine’s day kiss:(not accepting!)

On the Collarbone/Lips/Neck: 

Valentine’s Day, one of few days a year Robin wanted nothing but to gleefully enjoy from the morning hours until the night lured him to sleep. One could roll their eyes at his enchantment in terms of a commercial holiday, but to him, it struck with wonder and he more so viewed the day as a classic movie of romance. Birds chirping and playing their singsong tunes to flaunt the lovestruck main couple soon to declare their hidden desires in a playful melody; whilst their feet tapped alongside a choreographed set piece to perfect the one true kiss the audience was begging for at that point. They were holding their breaths by now, hands on top of their mouth to discourage any further sounds of gasping as one of the main leads braced themselves for the end of the scene. 

Robin, however, found himself in the image of a cupid more so than the main lead in these scenarios, fawning over the couple and wanting nothing but to shoot them with an arrow of ‘happily ever after’. It sounded strange coming from a person who disliked being single, but a track record of falling for people way past Valentine’s Day and breaking up with them before (or shortly after) had prompted him to keep it low. He had celebrated two of them as a taken man, today to be his third, and for once Robin was not to take the easy route in terms of a proper date. Ever since the start of his relationship with Marius he had found himself within the mindset of his boyfriend, accepting his wishes to keep them lowkey – Robin wasn’t needy in that sense, after all – but today they were doing it his way. ( @alicemorganwrites )

Robin had waited outside the clinic until the familiar sight of Marius and Pia had caught him, strutting up to them both with a not-so-secret smug on his face, that made him looked closer to a child that had slipped out of the hands of trouble, than an adult about to kidnap his boyfriend before he had a chance to say no. “You’re coming with me”, was the simple demand right before he waved off Pia and dragged Marius away with a firm grip on his hand. Puzzled questions followed, along with Marius adding that he should at least go home and change for this mysterious adventure of theirs. Robin didn’t care and instead nudged him into a taxi and not until they were already fast-moving did he care to reply. “Well, it’s Valentine’s Day and I know how you get with dates so… we are not having home-cooked today, it’s as easy as that.” 

He wasn’t going to overdo it, of course, but Robin could proudly announce he had booked a table at a downtown restaurant, a cozy and hidden gem that nuzzled up behind an alley. Live music was to be presented, crafted to charm the already smitten guests throughout the evening with a (to his opinion) twice as charming and handsome singer. A few roses were set to be delivered to their table upon arrival, which was as far as a pamper Robin was willing to push when it came to Marius – but he simply had to accept at this point. No reason to fuss about a lost cause. 

The coming two hours were grand, in Robin’s opinion. To have the choice and option to showcase his boyfriend in the open, to listen to him ramble about his day without ever slipping any proper details. Some could easily describe him looking like a fool with the dopey grin on his lips, warm from the bottom to the top at the topic that followed once Marius eased up and they ventured into the land of memories. Their road wasn’t the most glamorous, filled with thorns of mistakes both had thrown onto the pits of confusion and disagreement, but that never stopped Robin from recalling what they had constantly gained from one another both prior and after accepting their fate. Their feelings for one another had changed during the course of an evening, a single kiss of emotions neither had been able to comprehend, but they equally loved to acknowledge the strong connection of their friendship – and parts of Robin knew by default that he would never be able to find himself another best friend no matter where he and Marius ended up. To him, the evening cherished all they had and the things that they were – the things that crafted them and had forced them together with a magnetic friction from the moment they had allowed the other into their lives. 

The couple was lost in time until a waitress reminded them someone else had booked the table they were seated at and before they knew it they had trailed their way home to Robin’s apartment. For once he wasn’t even near drunk, merely tipsy as he had decided to keep himself at bay but it was still enough to throw him into a second mood as the two had thrown off their shoes and jackets; not wasting a second to turn the evening’s light pecks into a deeper appreciation as he grabbed Marius’ collar to drag the man closer to himself and locked their lips properly with one another where they belonged. He felt the corners curve upwards as the giddiness caught up and placed itself inside his stomach, unable to hold onto another smile as he moved Marius along with him into the living room, tipping himself back onto the couch before he invited Marius to join. 

“I love you, I just – “, Robin cocked his head to easy his view, sighing heavenly at the words that didn’t want to leave the tip of his tongue. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt… this strongly about any of the other people I’ve dated. I don’t understand how you keep doing it, but you have me hooked. You always have. I doubt I’d be the same man without you in my life.” His voice lowered and Robin placed one firm hand on Marius’ jaw, leaning forward once more to add a second meeting between their lips; this whilst the other hand pulled away some of the covering cloth from his shoulder, trailing down from the lips to the jaw right by his own hand. Then a quick stop by the back of the neck before he finished by offering Marius an inviting kiss on the exposed skin by the collarbone, to possibly end their evening with something more intimate than hand-holding – willing to offer Marius the last thing he had to show for today. But no matter what happened past this point, Robin was seated and pleased; holding on nothing but a secret wish that he would gain the possibility to spend the next Valentine’s Day with the same man. And maybe, just maybe, a few more. 

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“Say that one more time and you’re done” (Obviously for fun with Sofia and Robin!)

Robin scoffed loud and clear hearing Sofia’s half threat, arms crossed and a proper smirk to convey how unimpressed he was with her actions. “I should write that on your bedroom wall and force you to stare until the ends of time! It’s not my fault your feet stink and that no one wants to date you because of it. If anything, I’m doing you a favor by being so honest, how about a thank you instead?” He damn knew Sofia’s overall interest didn’t lay with dating but apparently someone had managed to get her on the hook, evident on everything from her defensive attitude to the clear blush of exposure that had yet to leave her cheeks.

To him, it was marvelous to watch his sister act this way, considering it was usually him alone running about and gushing about someone he had recently began to talk to. Sofia deserved to find someone who made her happy, who could pamper her until the ends of time and wrap her within a blanket of safety. He doubted she’d stop being concerned and stern with her family, but one could hope she would at least get something else other than work to place her focus on.

Robin laughed, sinking his arms to his sides as he saw Sofia break eye contact with him and he paced forward to place a supportive arm around her shoulder. “Aw, don’t be like that – you know I’m just messing around. This is super cute, I never get to see you like this so let me have it.” He nudged her side, watching Sofia slowly accept him back into her life again. “How about you tell me some stuff instead? You want me to look him up? Make sure he’s not some ordinary creep? Only the best for you, otherwise…” His eyes narrowed for a split second, entering a state of seriousness that soon passed him by. “Now… how did you meet?”

@abedroomdwellers1x1 

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❛❛ It’s okay. I’ve got you. ❜❜ (robin and marius? idfk)

The week had proven to be something of a drag, with narrow rewards for his gleeful search of something to up the last article of his. Of course he had enough to write, but sadly there also happened to be a few too many days in between his visit and the next destination on his list. So, with half of his job done and some light thoughts about tomorrow, Robin had lumped down on the hotel bed and wiped out his laptop to search his list of Skype contacts for something to waste the hours on. 

One person happened to be above the rest: his best friend Marius Engel. His icon didn’t glow green but neither was he a person known to brag about his presence – considering his list of friends were far from the endless scrolling of his own. A quick “sup!” and a few minutes later showed Marius was on his computer, tossing the two into a small back and forth of questions. 

“Already online again?” / “Sure are! How are you? Been a while!” 

A long pause. Another small reply to counter Robin’s usual nosy behaviors. For a while, things seemed normal and Robin didn’t inquire further but instead tried to enlighten Marius about his coming ideas to see whether the other sat on any possible thoughts on how to expand upon the little he had. Once again, short answers. This time Robin paused, sixty-six seconds passing by before he sent: 

“Something wrong? I know what you’re like when you’re down. If you want to talk over cam instead we can do so.” The answer was rest assured and the indication to switch the text to speech came flashing mid-screen. Not much later followed the sight of tired eyes and concerned forehead wrinkles, hidden beneath the burry mess of black curls but still visible from the illuminated square known as Marius’ screen. It was his mother. Of course it was his mother. Sometimes Robin wished he could simply show up by Marius doorstep and drag him away from it all, let him pack his bag and aid them both on the road to better times. Marius had been through enough, even if the man himself would hardly agree. 

“You can’t center yourself around her, Marius, she doesn’t deserve that understanding from you. I know it’s harsh with parents, but you already have enough and her decisions are her own to make -- she’s a grown adult after all.” A soft sigh, nodding along as Marius tried to explain the situation further but not finding himself at ease hearing his friend so tired. “It’s okay, Marius. You don’t have to do this alone -- I got you and I’ll be right there by your side if you want me to.” His readers simply had to accept an empty week if so, especially if Marius craved his attention. Few people stood Robin close, by the end of the day and he wasn’t about to let his best friend faulter while he sat over here doing nothing about it. “Let’s do something fun instead, how about it? I saw this youtube clip the other day... hold on...”

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“One normal Christmas, that’s all I wanted” (for robin and marius)

FESTIVE PROMPT LIST: 

Marius was annoyed. Not angry, but annoyed. Eyes sharp as they stared through the bars at the person who had come to drag him out of bed before nine on a free day; unable to cope with the fact today was Christmas and Robin was hungover and still defending himself in a slurry voice. 

“Mar – Marius listen! Listen, okay I dunno what happened – Or well, I know what happened but it wasn’t supposed to happen.” Waving his hands in an excusing manner, Robin tipped backward on his feet as a headache washed him over. “We just had a couple of drinks and then we were on our way home but this Santa, okay, this Santa just came out of nowhere and he had this plastic reindeer with him – super cute and all. Should have seen it!”

Robin was on his way to elaborate on the story, but Marius was quick to cut him off with a wave of his own – sighing to himself. “One normal Christmas, that’s all I wanted…” 

A snort followed from Robin, now grinning to himself as to ease it up. “The day has just started! That was yesterday, you know. Now, if you can just tell that police officer over there you know me and bail me out we can continue with Christmas.” 

Marius nodded, but didn’t speak up, soon turning his his heels to walk against the wooden desk occupied by a single being. Hushed voices echoed between the walls and Robin tipped forward in a clumsy attempt to hear them – with no luck. Then, just like that, Marius turned around again and Robin prepared for his arrival back at the door but instead, all he saw was a glimmer in his eyes before he spoke up: “Hopefully someone can come bail you out, but I’m afraid I don’t know you, sir. Good luck and Merry Christmas!”  Marius proceeded to walk out of the room without as much as a second glance at Robin – the blond left defeated as his eyes traveled over to the cop, who did nothing but pop a caramell into his mouth with a shrug. 

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"This was my plan all along"// "That's right, I lied"//“You knew about this all along, didn’t you?”//"I will remember this..." - for any, for all, super dramatic stylez, but at least one john and erin pls

OLIVER & CORA

“That’s right, I lied”

Cora’s words rang truer than ever as the car finally rolled closer to the botany fair right around the corner. I’ll tell you where to go, I swear you will like it – lies. It was all lies, it came clear to him within the seconds to pass. His hands clutched to the steering wheel, his head finding it hard to turn around and face the betrayal that sat in the passenger seat to his right. Oliver licked his lips, forcing forward the words that glued itself to his throat. He simply… wouldn’t… Cora of all people? “Really? Was this really necessary, Cora?” Knitting his eyebrows together he finally mustered up the energy to face her, his features as stern as ever once he locked gaze with his now prideful friend. His hands left the wheel and flung up in the air, waving away what used to be their friendship. “Do you understand how many hours of my day I’ll be wasting waiting for you to come back from that? Hell, if you even come back at all! I’m not your personal cab, you k – “ But, as if his attempt to guilt her into turning back home was in vain, Cora stepped out of the car and her smile grew bigger than a legendary sun flower.

That was when she spoke the second betrayal of the day: “Who said you will be waiting in the car?” No, she had to be joking. Was she joking? He really couldn’t tell and a nervous laugh left the depths of his throat. To picture himself attempting a conversation with plant lovers was the same at tossing him onto a football field and telling him to make the final goal – he was better left on the sidelines. Cora, however, did not wave away his laugh but rather waved at him to move. 

“Oh no! Oh NO, Cora! I’m not setting my foot in there, okay! Not today, not tomorrow and not next fucking week!” Snapping his fingers, Cora’s door swung shut with a loud bang, a tiny click of the door as it locked itself (and most importantly) Cora away from him. He was not shifting an inch away from his car and that was final. 

JOHN & ERIN

He was doing it, he was finally doing it! Looking over his shoulder at their collected set of friends, John was happy to announce that Erin’s surprise party had met its final hour – until Erin was supposed to arrive that is. He had spent at least two hours googling a good enough cake recipe that matched his best friend’s taste, topping it with a picture of a pencil and coating in black and white for class. It was the least he could do, for her grand support throughout the years and his smile refused to fade off his lips even after he read Erin’s text message announcing she was on the way. “Hide!” John prompted them all, although his apartment wasn’t much to brag about in terms of hiding places as he at most has a few corners and his couch. It had to do as it wasn’t for long. “Ssshh, I can hear footsteps!” 

And, not before long, came the knock. John hushed the crowd one last time as he hurried to the door, opening it ajar until he was certain the last person had managed to hide their dress and hands. “Hey! Congratulations big girl!“ The notion caused Erin to slap his arm, glaring over his still shielded shoulder. Was he hiding something? Pfft, of course not! He had promised not to make anything big out of her birthday, he remembered that, right? Pfft, of course n – of course! Erin stepped inside, her eyes traveling along the living room as she removed her jacket, but before she was halfway done John allowed a: “Now!” to echo through the room and choir of “Happy Birthday, Erin!” broke through the apartment and all the way down to the entrance hall of the complex. 

Erin jumped backward, grasping her chest as her pupils’ grew the size – her head turning to face John and her lips parted: “Oh – oh, wow! Uh, a party!” Her lips suddenly turned crooked, a faux surprise coming over her features with knitted eyebrows as her fingers scratched across her arm. “Really, for me? I, uh… wouldn’t have guessed!” 

John’s smile ceased. Confusion swept over his face at the awkward response of Erin. He had expected her to be mad, at least at first for throwing together a party she didn’t want – this though? That was when the light flickered and a whine followed the change of emotion from confused to upset. “You knew about this all along, didn’t you?” All this planning, gone! What had he done wrong? As far as he was aware no one had said anything at all about this and yet… He couldn’t believe this mess! “Oh no… it’s ruined! I’m so sorry, Erin! It was supposed to be fun, did I slip something? Did you see anything by mistake?” John turned on his heels, serious as he looked over at the mass of people staring back at them. “It’s over! She knew! That’s no surprise, we have to cancel it. You should have said something, Erin oh my goooood.” Erin, on the other hand, did nothing but stare at John with disbelief – was it really that grave? 

ROBIN & HUGO 

It was nothing new that Robin and Hugo barely got to talk or meet up these days, as he had basically joined the family around the time Robin had set out on his big adventure. On top of that, Robin only stopped by at home during birthdays and holidays – but it happened that his flight had to cross by Stockholm and he decided to take a weekend with his family. This was a rare case of such, and with Sofia being her busy and serious self, Robin found no reason not to bug his little brother until he gave in to a social activity. And well, it helped that he offered Hugo the option to pick said activity, not even noticing the proud grin that came to caress his brother’s lips as they ventured to his room and his hand swept across the mess that was his painting equipment. The proposal was easy: he wanted to create something with him. Didn’t sound too bad, did it? Two brothers being creative, it wasn’t as if he was the type to shy away from a challenge or the thought of learning something new.

And surely, it started just fine. Hugo helped him pick a brush and told him how to use the paint, finding himself deep in concentration as he outlined the canvas with a quick prompt Robin had thrown his way. No, it was fine, until time started to pass and nothing seemed to happen between the different brush techniques (names he had already forgotten) and the mash of palette that had gone from brown to a mushy blend of… of something in front of him. The first groan of impatience left Robin at the one hour and twenty-minute mark; shuffling his feet against the floor in an attempt to keep himself focused. 

At the two hours mark he gave up with the colors and turned to face Hugo in a serious matter. “How much longer?” A shrug from Hugo, he didn’t seem to matter. “Can we do something else, then?” No, he wanted to finish the painting before the evening. Robin gritted his teeth, overwhelmed with the feeling of being trapped all of a sudden. Neither could he leave Hugo alone, knowing it could take ages until they found an activity or time to connect again. “Fine”, Robin eventually mumbled and shot his brother a sharp stare as he once again grabbed for the paint with slow movement of stern agony and disbelief. “We will finish it off, but don’t think I won’t remember this, Hugo.” A brotherly warning, but a warning no less. Two could play this game. Hugo, however, marely turned around to mimick a gasp and a shuddering motion of fear, mocking Robin’s lighthearted threat. How would he ever sleep again!

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( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite. ( marius @robin lmao )

[text:] WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT!!!! [text:] WHY DIDNT I KNOW ABOUT THIS LOOK AT THAT DUDES FACE BEHIND ME[text:] dont send that to sofia ohhh my gooooodddd [30 seconds later:] i wonder where that shirt went tho i kind of miss it hella cozy i tell you 

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❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜ (for Robin and Clark!)

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The breathing of two blended with the clock standing on the wall shelf, counting down the minutes until Robin had to drag himself off the couch and leave for the train station. Clark’s head was nested down against his shirt, his hand hugging Robin’s own as they faced the reality of their situation. He was certain Clark could hear his heartbeat, loud and clear it pulsated in his ears at the dreadful wait that sent shivers down his spine. 

Moments like these were the only ones that ever caused Robin to dwell on his choice of lifestyle. Wondering, even questioning, how different his choices and options would be if he ever decided to leave travels and his blog behind for a domestic life. It was one of those thoughts that sounded simple and easy as it moved between head and mouth, but when it came to the deep end he knew there was no such option for him as of now. Even staying down a week to visit his boyfriend caused his legs to itch with a made-up sickness, telling him to get a move on and stop being so darn lazy. His heart was split into two and neither spoke higher than the other. 

“I have to go, Clark -- the next train... I would have to rush through the check-in.” Robin swallowed, squeezing Clark’s hand with love and longing. He despised the idea of pulling himself away from the man, wishing the other had it in him to pack a bag and follow suit -- but they had already had that discussion once and Robin wasn’t about to pressure Clark into another. 

Clark shifted closer, now looking up to lock eyes with him. “Just stay a little longer. Please.” He wasn’t begging, but the voice was hiding a tint of hope that Robin would agree to stay. Neither enjoyed this part, knowing the passing of time that could drag on before Robin gained the opportunity to land at Clark’s door once again. 

Grinning to himself, Robin curled together to easier place a kiss on Clark’s nose, right before he playfully pinched the skin on his arm. “Five more minutes, but then I have to leave for real.” He attempted to sound stern but it was quickly overshadowed by a warm laugh -- wanting to embrace what they had for as long as possible. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

@abedroomdwellers1x1 

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"How many time have I told you to be more careful?" (you know who)

Robin rolled his eyes at the computer screen as his sister’s words popped up, prompting and caring at the same time. Often, his head replied for him and his fingers landed on the keyboard in front in an attempt to put it down inside the chat window. But he froze. Instead, Robin leaned backwards and stared down at his foot that laid high on one of the hotel pillows; eyebrows to narrow at the memory of his slip during a brief mountain climb that could easily have caused more than just a twisted foot. Wasn’t his first time, neither to be his last. His leg above was covered with white lines around the tanned skin, scars from previous antics and discoveries making themselves reminded in this instance of heart. His arms looked the same, not quite as appealing as they had when he was twenty and fresh off the boat of his new life. 

The thing was... he didn’t exactly wake up past these slips of his feeling as he regretted them -- or as if he would be missing out in case he didn’t next time. It was odd to explain, odd to understand. Even for him. But he had traveled between countries, lived expensive to cheap to straight on the streets. He had partaken in cultures many stood clueless to, watched the sunset from north to south and west to east. Had he seen everything? No. But that was part of the mystery, as no one had the capability to scout every corner the Earth offered; he wanted to believe to be the one whom could do it, but finding it closer to a child’s wish to become an astronaut than a goal to complete. 

Eventually, Robin’s fingers found their way on top of the keyboard again and he wrote: “I think... about 2000 and maybe ten more just this week??? I love you, sis but you have to calm down it was just a small slip! I’ll be more careful next time, I promise :) Kind of have to, since I’ll be stuck in bed until I leave this place so... Tell dad 1 and 2 I said hi <3 “

@abedroomdwellers1x1 

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“I’ll always be here for you.” (for sofia and robin, platonic ofc <3)

Going back home to Sweden for a weekend was a necessary feat once in a while. He loved to bathe in sun and knowledge, sometimes even drag himself through the harshness of snow worse than the ones he grew up with -- but as much as his heart sang for freedom it also sang for his family. But this time? Let’s say he hadn’t just dragged his bags to the airport for the sake of some familiar hugs. 

Due to their dads being busy, Robin had settled himself inside Sofia’s apartment with his sun burnt legs across the cozy of her couch, both eyes to linger on her TV screen that currently showed something about pet rescues. Their conversation in between was mellow and warm, sharing facts and stories neither had managed to write down on Skype -- or possibly felt the need to share over written words. Sometimes speaking was the right type of medium to use, and both had often showed fondness of one above the other. A few laughs broke out soon enough as Sofia shared something about work, often mimicking a co-worker of her’s that surely didn’t seem to have all the pieces of his brain. 

That was when Sofia’s question broke through, finally there to question why he had decided to come home without a birthday or holiday being in the works. Deep down Robin had hoped to jump over it, but Sofia knew him better than that. 

“Uh... well, you know how it is. Sometimes the things you plan don’t always work out. I had to switch again -- but for once my brain just.. refused to tinker up something else. I don’t know. I pump out those articles fast enough anyway, I’m free to take a break.” Robin simply nodded afterwards, showing Sofia he was done talking about it. She didn’t need to know. Hell if she wouldn’t blow up if she did. 

Sofia on the other hand nodded and shuffled closer to her brother on the couch, pulling him into a tight hug of encouragment. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“I know. Thank you. I’ll always be there for you as well.” Robin was no late replying to her hug with one of his own, right before he pointed back at the TV screen to forward her attention elsewhere. // @abedroomdwellers1x1 

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[text]: GUESS WHO HAS A DATE?!

From Sofia To Robin

[text:] YOU HAVE A DATE????? [text:] with WHO aand WHEN AND WHERE [text:] tellll meeeeeeeee!!

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💎 which muse is the biggest drama queen / 🎭 which muse is the easiest to write / 🌉 which muse is most consumed by wanderlust / 💕 which muse falls in love too easily

💎 which muse is the biggest drama queen:

Logan Fucking Bauman. He is one of my most self-centered muses and he is absolutely stuck on his former fame and glory and if you just DARE point at the fact that he’s a last season deal he will flip his shit and give you the most stuck-up rant ever about what a mastermind he is and what a inspiration he’s always been to his home country. I love him <3

🎭 which muse is the easiest to write:

Replied to <3

🌉 which muse is most consumed by wanderlust:

Robin Stenmark, he literally runs a traveling blog and never stays longer than a week in each place. Anyone’s lucky if they get his attention for more than a few days before he starts dreaming away to his next destination. 

💕 which muse falls in love too easily:

Angelica Cythera, she’s all about that love as she even owns a couple centered café all love inspired :’) However she will rarely admit she’s in love and will most likely wreck your whole life if you try to nail her down.