I write sometimes, draw too. RPF content :) G2 Fanboy (BB is my husband). Got a lot of special interests. Probably undiagnost of some things.
I go by Alex | Eloi | Romain | Viktor | Vincent | Mihael.
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Little post to quickly present that i have a whole pinterest board about G2 and i will keep it update troughout the year so if needed, just click on the link below :))
Okay homies from lolesports Twitter who might migrate here to Tumblr and join us. First of all I love u all. However second be aware that most of us are rpf homies/writers and have shippy content on our blogs, so be kind and be cautious if that’s not your thing !
Our lives go by in seconds. One day you’re begging the last 40 seconds of your peloton workout to go by faster and then you blink and you have two kids and your 40th birthday is next week and those 40 seconds that felt like they’d never end were ten years ago. So next time you find yourself wishing you could fast forward time just remember that pretty soon you’ll be wishing you could slow it down. Don’t take one second of right now for granted because one day you’re staring at the clock in detention in 7th grade and it feels like time is going by so slow and somehow those minutes turn into years and all of a sudden you’re picking up your own kid from the 7th grade dance and you have no idea how you got there at all
Hey i choosed as a 'new year resolution' to do a 365 days writing challenge. So first prompt is ;
Write a story about a character after a New Years party
{Pure Fluff - Sergen (Broken Blade) x Martin (Yike) // Dylan Falco x Romain Bigeard}
Enjoy the read, yeah i contains ship of real people, you're free to scroll if it unplease you. And for those who'll read this (and find this cool) , comments / repost / liked are appreciated <3
G2 New Years parties were always something. They all get drunk, dance the whole night on shitty music, laugh all together, and regularly, banting with each other. Tables were covered by cans, bottles and packaging of diverses snacks.
At 6 am, everyone was sleeping. In fact, not everyone. Martin was, on Sergen's shoulder, both had a wonderful smile and their eyes closed, sharing this night together. On the other side of the couch, Mihael was sleeping, holding the fingers of Steven's left hand. This wasn't surprising to be honest, Miky needed touch all the time to be comforted, and avoid nightmares at night, so his friends naturally took care of this. Hans's right hand was already taken by his own phone, scrolling through social media. Dylan smiled seeing his players all like that. He sat on the couch between the two lovers and Miky, and sighed a bit, getting the party hat off of his head. He was not alone, he was with them, but he was still appart the group. Maybe because of the age difference, maybe because he wasn't that close to them. But it doesn't matter, as long as he could see them smile like that, or just take some rest, Dylan was the happiest man on earth.
Then, he heard something, no, someone, walking in to join as quietly as possible the room. It was Romain, smiling stupidly at the scene, looking at everyone. Dylan did a quick wave at him, Romain answered with the same wave, then he asked in the lowest volume possible, pointing a finger at the Slovenian.
“-should we move him to his room ?”
Dylan nodded, then stood up to take Mihael legs behind the ankles, while Romain took him under his arms. While they were moving the support to his room, Steven still walked by their side, holding Miky's hand. He only left it when Mihael was in his bed, and only for Steven to go to his bedroom too.
Dylan and Romain didn't want to bother the two love doves, so they let them sleep on the couch for the night. So the two grown men just stayed awkwardly in the corridor, looking at their feet after moving one of their players to his room.
“-I don't want to sleep alone tonight Romain…”
Said Dylan, not sure if he wanted to hear his coworker's voice in response or not .
“-Wanna sleep with me ?
-Yeah, i'd love to”
Answered the Canadian with a shy smile, no more words were needed between them. He followed the French to his room. They simply collapsed in the big bed, cuddling while falling asleep. Maybe Dylan wasn't alone at all at the end.
As a first post here, let's post a Mikyx drawing i did during one of his lives :) i was fun to watch, and use shutterstock image as refrence is fun too