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consultingsister-aa · 5 years

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the pre-love self love ramble

seven whole years of cee, or as i like to call it, about six and a half years too long of cee OR as other like to call it we get it, you’ve been around forever, it’s not impressive, it’s just sad. OH ALSO! my dad’s birthday AND seventeen years since i was diagnosed with type one diabetes. cool. sort of crazy since all my other muses usually fail to last two weeks, let alone years. i won't go on about it but i will just say i know how lucky i am to have had the experience that i have had on this website; i have seen other writers, very talented and lovely, been driven away by drama and hate and it sucks. so just here is my reminder that when you’re feeling low about being here, take a step back. remember why you started; for love of a character, oc or canon, because you love to write and create, because you have good friends around you, whatever the reason and try and forget about follower counts or people being just a bit shit. just because someone else is a talented writer too, doesn’t mean you’re not. know your worth, be proud of what you have created and be kind and complimentary to people you find inspiring! being kind to other is a pretty wonderful natural endorphin booster. anyway! thanks for coming to my self indulgent ted talk.

THE COOLEST KIDS

so these are the dudes are people i dont talk to a shit ton (lucky you) or even at all but i really just think you’re gr8. i think you’re characterization is great, your headcanons, your ships, you’re writing and i know being a name in a list of names isn’t a great way to get that across but i think you’re really super? when i see these people on my dash and i see the work and love they put into their blogs i’m so inspired to work harder, to writer better, to strive and improve so i can be half as brilliant as you. and i know i will have missed people bc this is a bad way to do this but tbh even you’re not here and i follow you, that’s how i feel (you know, otherwise i’d unfollow im not a loyal hoe). so thank you for improving my rp experience.

@anabioun / @aspernamentum / @asilverjackal / @bestvictim / @crimesvndicate / @decrstalker / @devilpraised / @detectivescavo / @fangsforhire / @gunmetclgrey / @helenaiism / @heprevailed / @hethefted / @iilvecchio / @invcstigation / @jessicastrung / @knightfailed / @kradljivac / @pinstrpe / @presidentviktorpetrov / @plcunton / @patronodellearti / @quietresistance / @queenviictoria / @rwtsn / @strawpolls / @strangerinourmidst / @shkess / @sicilianrcse / @thaegeiro / @theholisticdetective / @winebleeds / @wedtocrime / @watsonofagun / @vicemirrored / @venosum / @veresum

AND THEN THERE’S THESE MOTHERFUCKS

@strcngemercy / @mcneyhoney: you know you’re the reason i believe in soulmates and fate and half of that crap because the chances of us meeting and connecting like we did are just so fucking slim? i know half our discord chats are now just verbally making out with each other (honestly when did you become such a sap) but i miss you being on everyday and chatting everyday and i cannot WAIT until im in your arms and proving my boyfriend right thinking that the only reason i wanted to come to dublin was to see and make out with you. but the fact is, cecelia would not have made it past 2013 without you, and nox and stef and being best friends and lesbians together.

@dilkos / @donsjuans / @ingeanue: im not even totally sure how to put into words how much you mean to me. i really felt like i have lost my right hand for a while when you were away. cee lost her soulmate and her best friend, and i sort of feel like i did too. i’ve never clicked with someone quite as quickly as i clicked with you, and how we’re so on the same page when it comes to writing our characters. sometimes you say how celia will feel about something and im like... yes.... how did i not know this. you know me and cee better than we know ourselves. ily. also petition to bring back mork 2k19.

@irritablefacade: everytime you reply to our threads i have to be like ‘okay but wait ten minutes do you don’t look too eager’ but idc anymore. brian and cee make me VERY happy and i am so glad that you ship them too because from the moment i saw your blog (and then watched zulu) all i wanted was for them to fall in love and probably fuck each other over bc healthy is boring.

@rcsethcrn: thank you for helping celia’s realise that having female friends who you support and want to achieve might not? actually? be the worst? thing in the world. thank you for making me fall in love with asoiaf and fall even more deeply in love with margaery as a character. you have developed her beyond her role in the book and i find it so refreshing and wonderful. you’re so incredibly kind and talented and cee and i would both be lost with you and marg on our dash board.

@mcstdangerous / @xqueenofscots / @vespxr: my main advisory for oldest blog about ! i hope that i have made it clear by now that i am SUPER thankful for the day you told me about tumblr roleplay, and then let me join that little group of sherlock rp’ers you had. you are such a talented writer, for whatever muse you put your mind to, and an incredible person. we need more plots and threads for chey being celia’s right hand woman pls and thnk

@hellsbraveknight: OKAY so i know you’re not about much anymore so i already sent you your love letter over facebook but i feel like when you do eventually have two seconds for yourself and come online and i didn’t include you i’ll be in trouble. i love you, you know all this, you’re my best friend, very soon we have to meet and i want to kiss you and the boys all over. i am so proud of the person you have become. jam and kat 5ever.

#( i. ooc )#u know im a hoe for anniversaries #its important to celebrate your achievements and be proud okay kids it's selflove #long post --#also shout out to the ogs who know who the woman on the right is

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lupinwritings · 5 years

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pete and patrick reuniting in an airport after being apart for a month or two?? like maybe the bands been on a break or smth and they just see each other and hug for 5ever and hold hands for the rest of the day

Sorry I’m so late with this! I totally forgot I had an ask even though I love this prompt my bad.

Pete shifted again in his uncomfortable airport seat as he checked the flight tracker on his phone. He was no stranger to delayed flights but this was honestly ridiculous. Another hour? Patrick was supposed to be here two hours ago but there had been technical issued with the plane and they had to make an emergency stop. Pete was hiding his nervousness behind frustration. He thought about going back home but he knew the way traffic was near the LA Airport, he’d leave Patrick waiting for him and that was far worse than having back pain for the next few days from this goddamn chair. He decided to take a walk and check out some of the tacky, overpriced gift shops while he waited. He checked his phone as he got up again, just to be sure: 59 minutes. Great.

Pete got back from his airport exploration (like he didn’t know this airport all too well already from the near constant travel he had to do with work) with Patrick’s flight an estimated six minutes away. It was hard, the whole long distance thing. Pete needed to be in LA for producing and Patrick was still in Chicago. When they weren’t recording (during which, Patrick crashed with a bandmate or rented a place depending on how long they’d be) or on tour, Illinois felt like a lifetime away, with work and time zones, they’d sometimes go weeks without talking except over scattered texts: Pete missed Patrick like hell. He quickly took his hood off and fixed his hair as best he could when he saw people begin filing out from the gate. After a moment he double checked his phone to make sure he was at the right gate, and of course it was then that he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and was immediately pulled into a tight hug. He relaxed into the feeling of Patrick’s arms around him “hey,” Patrick mumbled into his neck.

“Hey.” Pete replied, “I’d ask how your flight was, but…”

Patrick laughed “terrible. The worst, but I don’t want to talk about it.” he pulled back and smiled at Pete “I want you to take me home. I really need an actual bed and a drink.”

Pete nodded and took Patrick’s bag from him, despite his protests that he was just fine carrying it himself, as they walked to the closest exit to find a taxi. He tried not to read too much into Patrick calling his house home because that would inevitably lead Pete down the dangerous slope of wanting to ask Patrick to move in. He’d asked before but of course, it was too far from family and too busy and too hot and-

“You okay?” Patrick asked, taking Pete’s hand “you’re pale.”

“Gee, thanks.” Pete scoffed and hoped Patrick would drop it.

“No, not like that, like, paler than you were five minutes ago.”

“Just been standing up too long and it’s hot today.”

Patrick squeezed his hand “just don’t pass out on me. Any plans for when we get back home?”

Pete shook his head as he held the cab door for Patrick. “Hadn’t thought of anything. Something you want to do?”

Patrick just hummed and moved over to the far side to give Pete space. He didn’t know what that non-answer was supposed to mean.

The ride back to Pete’s house was silent, Patrick never talked much in taxis and Pete never pried with him because he was touchy about privacy. He’d ask when they got back, he told himself. He didn’t get the chance, though, because by the time Pete paid the cab driver, Patrick had already let himself in with the key Pete had given him years ago. Pete followed him in and found him in the kitchen, putting a kettle on.

“Make yourself at home,” he smiled and kissed Patrick’s shoulder “it’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back. I have a surprise for you.”

Pete leaned back against the counter “yeah?”

“I moved by flight home back a month, I figured just one month wouldn’t be enough. I missed you.”

Pete grinned and pulled Patrick over to him. It wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for, but it was more than good enough for now.

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Hope you guys enjoyed! I’ll write a part 2 if this gets 50 notes so like and reblog if you liked it! My inbox is always open for more prompts!

#peterick

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starburstshores · 6 years

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I don;t know what to say since I’m so tired lol

@ktarsims @create-a-sim @sheepiling @shhhushhh @fayts4 @kymmaisims @all-harlows-eve @vintageplumbobs @littlemicrocosims @nekoi-sims

create-a-sim replied to your post

SAME!!!!!

ktarsims replied to your post

Sim styles are individualistic and we are a varied lot with sometimes very opinionated likes and dislikes when it comes to sims… but everyone loves animals. xD

Some of my gameplay pics with cats and dogs get more likes than the ones with my sims, too. *chuckles*

I mean....the pets are too cute to not like lol- and I don;t think I’ve met someone who didn;t like sim pets :p

sheepiling replied to your post

i’m crying so much rn ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

I don;t think I’ve stopped crying

sheepiling replied to your post

Maybe try re-installing your nraas mods? I’ve done it before but then again I haven’t played sims 3 much in 5ever. Having woohooer and master controller should be all you need for it to work tho. :o

I could try this, but this happened on all the other computers I used to use tbh, I could post some of the screenies of my settings to see if there’s something I’m totally missing ya know?

shhhushhh replied to your post

At least give him a typewriter 😋

I really should shouldn’t I?

vintageplumbobs replied to your post

❤️❤️

all-harlows-eve replied to your post

Take care of yourself ❤️

shhhushhh replied to your post

I will miss you here. Hugs.

kymmaisims replied to your post

Take care of yourself and stay strong!

fayts4 replied to your post

Take care friend ❤️

Thanks to all of you (and many more who liked the post). I have a bad habit of staying on here when times get worse for me and I end up crashing sometimes. Maybe once I learn to just log off sometimes, maybe then I’ll stop making hiatus posts lol

littlemicrocosims replied to your post

‘nice try hoe’ IM DYING

I thought I was SO FUNNY when I wrote this

sheepiling replied to your post

aww yay wedding! i hope you all can enjoy the process and have fun!! and congrats on the upcoming anniversary for your blog 💖

Thank you so much dear! The wedding was just yesterday and honestly, I’m just so happy that it’s done since we were all stressed out! Also, it wasn’t a “wedding” wedding- it’s more just a ceremony to sign the marriage certificate and then they have the celebration later- so I can;t even imagine how my family is gonna get through that party :o

shhhushhh replied to your post

Fluffer!

create-a-sim replied to your post

Awwww :3 the black toe beans <3

Fun fact: we call him Mr. Bean sometimes because he has the cutest toe beans!

nekoi-sims replied to your post

AAAAAAAH!

I’M SCREAMING TOO FAM!!!

nekoi-sims replied to your post

Eeveeeeeees

Yasssss EEVEES!!!

ktarsims replied to your post

Okay yes, I’m selfish, I just didn’t want to admit to it.

This is basically all you need to know about Estella tbh

ktarsims replied to your post

That’s an awesome door matt. xD

I’m so proud of it even though it was pretty basic

shhhushhh replied to your post

What’s his problem? 😁 Hasn’t he overcome the situation of her giving birth to 2 children and keep then in secret for years? Jeez! 😂

Right? Like it’s only been a few years :p

shhhushhh replied to your post

Didn’t Ike have his husband when he start living with the girls?!? She didn’t know the living arrangements of the man she was leaving her daughters with? Nice…

So I’m pretty on the fence of whether or not Estella knew Zeke ever existed, because by the time she got into contact with Ike, he was just only getting married to him so maybe she didn’t get the memo of the new husband- but I do like to believe that she knew but she just thought Ike wasn’t serious about getting married back then, so she’s surprised he still was...does that make sense?

shhhushhh replied to your post

OMFG! WTF?!?

Yep this is a thing- and it may not be in depth now, but it will a bit later, and some things I may have said in this reply may or may not slightly predict what will happen in the future with this ;)

#ktarsims #Create-A-Sim #sheepiling #shhhushhh #kymmaisims #littlemicrocosims #nekoi-sims #all-harlows-eve #vintageplumbobs #fayts4 #memes replies #non sims #saviorhide #gif warning

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puzzlebones · 2 years

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I don't think ur links in ur pinned post work. I tried to click your rules And it wouldn't let me see them.

[Unfortunately my links on my pinned post only work on desktop, doesnt work on mobile. Been too lazy to fix it lmao but I can copy paste the rules here in this ask under a readmore]

~ DA RULES ~

- No Godmodding

- No pedophilia

- No Beastiality

- No Crazy Sexual kinks (ask if your wanna know which ones)

- Mun is over 18 (hewwo Im 32 lmao), and most muses on the blog are also over 18. any muse under 18 will not participate in any kind of suggestive or adult explicit content

- No pushing or rushing me to do threads or asks….it will only stress me and make me not wanna answer yeh xD

- No Begging me or harassing me for RP’s. It’s fine to ask once or twice, but if you start spamming me and trying to guilt trip me or beg…I will more then likely ignore/softblock. This is one of the Very few times, I will actually ignore someone.

- This blog DOES contain Darker themes and explicit content from time to time, such things will be tagged with a TW, if I miss something please feel free to shoot me a message or anon and I will fix it, no biggy. If certain muses trigger you, I do have their tag listed in the muses infos, feel free to add their tag to your blacklist.

I DO NOT RP privately in the DM’s nor do I RP privately on Discord or other outside chat programs, those are strictly for OOC interactions as fas as Im concerned. I am Very Picky and selective when it comes to shipping at smut, I’m more comfortable RP-ing those types of things with people I have become pretty familiar/Close friends with. It’s a personal thing to me

Other then that, Im flexible.

Dont have to worry about triggers cause most things dont bother me to that point

ON OC’S - I have no issues with OC’s C: just make sure you got some information about em so I know what I’m getting into lol.

ask memes, Tagging me, @me if yeh want. Occasionally I take a break from replying but I WILL get to you…eventually.

I AM SLOW AF…so I hope your okay with me taking 5ever to respond sometimes.

Sometimes my Muses are finicky! and some threads may take me longer to do then others, simply because the muse is being an ass at the time. Make sure you check which Muse is active or not in my Pinned post! Cause sometimes your ask/Thread starter will just sit in the void that is my drafts/ask box if its for a muse that is taking a nap.

There are times when I only feel like doing certain threads at that point in time, this is nothing against anyone and I’m not ignoring you by any means…just sometimes some threads get replied to faster then others.

I will 100% admit that I do respond faster to Friends that I talk to mostly on a daily basis, I’m sorry thats just how it is with me…it’s only cause I feel more open and comfy with buddies then strangers….all the more reason to hit me up OOC and be a feral gremlin with me :D

I am MUTUALS ONLY…meaning we have to be following each other for me to reply. This is for my own comfort as well as easier to track my activities. That doesnt mean you can’t interact with me…I still accept asks from anyone for questions, Headcanon stuff, OOC stuff, and even just general bugging my muses….just don’t expect me to answer if you turn that ask into a thread or something :C

I dont care about Reblog karma so dont worry bout it, but hey if you practice it, more power to yeh…I just have a really bad memory and couldnt remember to practice it

I have a pretty bad issue of fluctuating motivation, so there might be days where I will reply spam, and other times where I might just vanish for days/weeks at a time. This is an anxiety/depression thing.

ON PERSONAL BLOGS

- Unless your personal blog is attached to a RP side blog, please do not reblog In character or Out of Character stuff from me! Doing so will result in a straight up Block from me.

[[OOC]]

Out of Character I use the pokemon Vaporeon as my Mun Face Claim…I also have a tendancy to post OOC alot when Im in weird moods lmao, but I usually try to clean it up later on

I only ask that you please refrain from copying or outright stealing any idea or headcanon I post to this blog. I put a lot of effort into this and would hate to see it go to waste. I understand that sometimes duplicates will have the same Headcanons, and sometimes a same hat situation happens. Thats fine, just don’t blatantly rip off my HC’s.

As for how I run my blogs….I’m very ‘Wing it’…in that I don’t normally have a fully fleshed out idea when I start said blogs, I just let whatever happens shape it…Dont get me wrong I DO have an idea when I START the blog, but really I’m just flexible and like to see where things go. I let my interactions with others shape my muses in their growth.

If you’ve read and fully understand my rules, Toss me a “NYEH HEH HEH”

#ooc #It goes to show the last time I updated my rules since Im 33 now not 32 #most of it still applies though

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shineyma · 3 years

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I watched an interview segment where Daniela describes the day her water broke (during her first pregnancy I think) and Eric was out with his brother, so Daniella went over to Eric's house, and Eric's wife had to call Eric and ask him to buy Daniela some pads to avoid a big mess for the ride to the hospital maybe, and Eric asked, "Tampon pads?" Daniella's recount was hilarious.

I've written a whole lot beyond this point, do maybe a second ask is in order. That way you could ignore it (you really could), post only your reply or put it under a read more. It's more work for you but I still feel bad about the space that ask about Sam's family takes up on your blog. I did not think it through. (1/2)

lol, I appreciate the consideration, nonnie! Part two of your ask is under the cut. And lol to that interview quote!!

Kensi is back before the end of S05 turns out. I thought she gave birth in the spring, so I figured we had sevedal episodes to go with her on the special assignment. Then I read she gave birth in December, when things seemed to come to a head during the episode the team rescues her and it seemed just too soon. It's amazing that both she and the show's team managed to give Kensi as much screentime as they did. This Afghanistan storyline had me hooked actually. I was a bit sad that it was over as quickly. Despite the limitations and the fact that I love the team together, seeing Kensi star in a side story running parallel to the main plot, without the others stealing into it, was great. The story was fascinating, Kensi's dynamic with Granger and Sabatino was interesting to watch, the connection to her past a nice touch. Bonus points to the writers for not attempting a love triangle and for writing Jack becoming a Muslim and saying he found peace in it. I do also appreciate the few times immigrants they've interrogated have told them off about the U.S. 'intervention' in the Middle East and Callen, Sam or whoever it was just kept their mouth shut and you could see they did so because they couldn't deny those accusations. It's quite surprising and nice. Back to Kensi, I wish they'd taken a couple more episodes to give her Afghanistan storyline a slower closure. It seemed too rushed. I would have liked to see her more in action, trying to save Jack and herself, parallel to the team's rescue attempt. It could have at least been a two-parter. Still glad we got it at all.

One complaint I have is about Deeks. I don't know if I'm being dramatic here but I feel they've been mistreating him far too much. It's not so much about Kensi because they've developed their own kind of banter and Kensi shows him how much she cares. Although, remember right before Kensi left for Afghanistan, the day after the night we're supposed to assume they slept together, she was hostage to someone they were chasing and he was using her as a human shield, and Deeks didn't take the shot. Remember how she punched him? I'm still angry and bitter she did that, let alone that she didn't apologize, let even more alone that she acted as though what she did was right. I fully understand what the reasoning behind it all is or is supposed to be, but it was so wrong. And then, to circle back, I hate the way Callen and Sam have been treating Deeks since the moment he joined the team. It took Deeks withstanding torture and not giving up Michelle, torture that left him traumatized, for Sam to let up on the 'teasing'. I'm not even touching Callen, who actually tried to get Sam to stop being soft on Deeks 'just because of what Deeks did for Michelle and because he misses his partner who's gone on a dangerous special assignment'. Maybe I'm being dramatic but I really think the line on the teasing they give Deeks has been crossed a long time ago and I don't think they're ever going to show any remorse for it.

There was this show I got into when it was already on S14. One of the main characters that was there since S02 left and it wasn't the actor's choice. It was my favorite character out of the entire show. Anyway, I was binging S11 when the news broke. I finished it and that was it for me. They were my comfort character and I tried to watch the next two seasons they were still in but two episodes in, I stopped. I don't know why? Keeping new content of them for the future? Not wanting to watch about 40 hours more of them knowing they are the last ever and it sucks? It's been a few years since then and I haven't regretted it so far. It somehow feels right that I didn't reach the end of that character. And I've done it with other shows too. Once I got past my obsessive need to see shows and franchises through, quiting things became easy and a good tactic when something you loved decides to change the things you love most about it.

I'm sorry about Nell. It sucks. And hopefully the drama in your life is not too bad. I had some of it too, so my binging turned slow as molasses (is it even binging any more?) when it started off so well. And then the drama was capped with that very final, very irreversible bad thing that happens and the world just turns a little dimmer, the colors and just all of it a bit duller. Hence, also, my rudely late replies. Hopefully, your drama is at least a few or several steps away from that.

Oh, chef's kiss for Nell and Nallen in 5x05 ('cute girls with guns') and 5x14 or 5x15 (you know, with Nell fighting that guy in the boatshed's interrogation room and then Callen lowering her gently to the ground and brushing her hair back and all that Nallen goodness). I'd actually seen gifs of the second thing before but none had the fight and I hadn't paid attention to the episode number or even season, so I was very pleasantly surprised and miiiiight have replayed it a half dozen times. (2/2)

I also enjoyed what they did with Jack, although I feel like they never really resolve Hetty's part in things. Like....dick move, Hetty. Very dick move. And minor spoiler, but Sabatino returns, and while the entire team seems to hate him 5ever, I actually really like him lol. He's funny! And cute.

You are not alone in feeling that Deeks is mistreated by the guys, nonnie! There are whole communities of Deeks fans that hate it a LOT. I definitely feel like they cross the line sometimes....but conversely, I feel like Deeks crosses the line pretty often himself. I think in general the writers aren't great at judging when too much is enough, you know? But yeah, that doesn't stop anytime soon, I'm afraid.

Awwwww, I'm sorry you had that experience before with a show, nonnie! But yeah, sometimes quitting is the best thing you can do. It's better, I think, than continuing to drag it out and watching when you're not enjoying it anymore....then it's too easy to become bitter and then you can't even enjoy the earlier parts you used to love.

I'm also sorry you had drama followed by something worse! I hope things are getting better for you <3 For myself, things got very busy at work and then I was impacted by Hurricane Ida, which chased me out of state for two weeks while I waited for power and water to be restored to my apartment. I spent those two weeks living minutes from my mom and brother, which was nice but has had the impact that now I miss them a lot more than I did before.....like somehow I got used to living away from them and being close erased that adjustment? And now I'm not as good at it as I used to be. In fact, I'm actively hoping for my employer to have an opening there so I can transfer back. So I've been very emotional lately, on top of which the ongoing recovery from Ida meant more work for me at my job.

Whew, didn't mean to rant about that! Sorry.

And yessssssss, those are some of the BEST Nallen moments!!! I loooove him tenderly brushing her hair out of her face. That's probably my second favorite--or third favorite, there are two things coming that are tied for first favorite. So you've got that to look forward to!!

Sorry this took so long, nonnie! I hope life is going well this week! <3

#amy communicates #anonymous #my nonnies are the best nonnies

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ughthatimagineblog · 6 years

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i’ll see you tomorrow, boyfriend

draco malfoy x reader | university!au

requested: Hey could I get a draco x reader au from his point of view where he meets her in uni and has a crush but tries to hide it? Maybe they become friends (he goes to her dance shows and orchestra performances and such) and he falls more and more until eventually he just blurts out that he's in love?

word count: 3614

warnings: abuse, draco being edgy, lucius malfoy, maybe ooc narcissa a lil bit (its been 5ever since i wrote anything even mentioning her)

a/n: this is an au soooo yeah idk how this went. i liked it. i added in extra plot to make it semi spicy. also if ur sensitive to abuse then pls go away no offense but youll be triggered and i dont want ppl to get upset so i warned u

She caught him. And he was trapped.

It was late winter. He was focused with school and everything was fairly easy. Platinum hairs like feathers ruffled in the cool wind under the hot sun and he took his time walking to his new class of the semester. He was majoring in Business and Biological Engineering. Nothing would distract him from that. He had a goal. Make his father proud.

Life had different plans. Of course Draco would fulfill his destiny of graduating in those majors, but not without a small distraction. Walking into one of the core classes he had this semester he saw her. At first it was a glance. She was beautiful. He lowered his head and took his seat a few rows behind her.

Class began not much longer and Draco could focus but hardly. He knew he shouldn’t have been distracted by some silly girl but this girl was far more than silly. He noted she had the class with a couple of her friends and he would hear her laugh often. Sometimes she would get called out by the professor and shyly quiet down, her face turning red. It made his heart beat. He found it strangely poetic to note he had one. For so long he had disregarded emotion and feelings. Now, he had a new start.

That ‘start’ began a year ago and life at university had grown on him. Nothing was to get in his way. He was a determined student who rarely spoke to people and when he did it was something snarky or completely neutral. The seas of his life were calm. They were fine. You were the storm on the horizon.

The first day with you

Draco could feel the sun and cool air on his skin as he crossed campus to his English class of the semester. He wanted to sneer. The sun was nothing but a large ball of gas and flame to him today. The sun was not supposed to be out. Just another class to pass and then we move on. He thought to himself, walking into the B Block building. He saw a few kids rush into the building before him and they held the door open for him.

He nodded a thanks, his mouth continuously in a tight line and continued to his classroom. It was fairly small. Only about twenty four students. He knew all of them from the past semester or the previous year. Taking a seat about halfway in between the front and back, he opened up his binder and notebook, waiting patiently for class to start. Of course that meant other people were talking in that time. It was the same chatter, Draco knew. About him.

“That’s Draco Malfoy.”

“I heard he didn’t need scholarships. His dad paid for his tuition.” “He’s creepy. I heard he never talks.”

“Really? I heard he’s mean.” “Probably, I mean how can you grow up with people like the Malfoy’s and not be rude.” “Malfoy? He’s a Malfoy?”

It was all the same and he had come to ignore it. It was best to go through school by himself than spend it with loads of friends. It was easier for him. If something were to disrupt that, he would be a goner. His grades would be a goner as well. His father would make him pay.

Class started not much but five minutes later and the professor began to introduce themself. “Hello, class. I am Professor Eva Beverly and I will be your advanced English Composition and Literature class. This class will be easy if you pay attention. One should always be prepared here and if not-” The professor was cut off by the door swinging open and a girl stumbling into the classroom. Your back was facing Draco, but he could hear you say ‘Thank you’ to an advisor in the hall. Once you turned around, his heart nearly dropped. You were stunning and suddenly, his facial expression was one of shock instead of mysterious resentment. “Miss Y/L/N. You are late.” The professor crossed her arms. “I know Professor Beverly, I couldn’t remember which block this class was on so I had to go back to the advisors. I reality I tried to get here five minutes early and-” “Take a seat.” “Yes, ma’am.” You had rambled. Draco, if it were anyone else, would have found it annoying. But it was you. ‘Miss Y/L/N’ If he could only learn your first name. He was in luck. Empty seats surrounded Draco and for once in his life, he thanked whoever would listen for being the kid not anyone would want to sit by. Of course anyone who had any sense that is. But this girl, Draco could see, did not as you chose the seat to his right, in the row in front of him. To your right, a blonde girl wearing a simple flannel was laughing and Draco took it that she was this new girls friend. He recognized the blonde from the beginning of the semester. The both of you were freshman. To his dismay, however, the blonde was also one of the girls whispering about him. He was a goner. No doubt she would tell his beautiful crush all about what a ‘creep’ he was. As Draco dwelled on this, he couldn’t help but how much less of a creep he would be. . . with you.

Four months spent with you.

Fortunate for Draco, the girl, who’s name he learned to be Morgan, had not spoken of him to you, which gave him the chance to speak with you. It was completely out of character, but he set limits for himself. He would not allow you to distract him. Too much. He was in for a disappointment. In a way, Draco was aware of this. In fact, he had been thinking about it on his walk to class that day. His walk, with you. “Do you have any clue the word count Professor Beverly wants to have for our essay this Friday?” You asked Draco. He shrugged slightly. “Shouldn’t be more than two pages or about nine hundred words.” He replied and you grunted, frustrated. “I was hoping it to be more.” He looked at you, a small smirk forming at his lips. He had learned a lot about you in the past month. Your favorite color, what music you liked. He knew of the latter by looking at your phone from his seat. When you used it in class it was to switch from Spotify to Pandora to the Music app and back and forth. You were quite indecisive with your taste and the connection in the class was spotty.

“What, like two thousand words?” Draco inquired. He also learned you were a performing arts major and loved literature as well. You actually were quite popular in the sense that you knew a lot of people and did a lot of things. You were in the theatre department, the University orchestra, a scout for the local charity and the choir. Right now, you had been stressed trying to balance school work with the outside activities. That upcoming weekend, Draco remembered you had both a choir concert and a charity event all in the same day. You also had three core classes out of four periods on four days of the week. He wished he could take some of the load off of your hands and it killed him that he couldn’t. You and Draco had been spending quite a lot of time together and you only started hearing the rumors about him a month after you were seen as friends. You didn’t believe them though. Draco had an intimidating look, but he was quite kind to you and had a fantastic sense of humor. You also found him extremely attractive. The past four months had been filled with you working around school and extracurriculars all with Draco’s help. He went home once a month but you would see him again the Monday following the weekend and he always helped you study. Eventually you moved to sit next to him rather than in front of him and you couldn’t help but find yourself staring at him every once in awhile. You and him did not compute well in your head though. There was something off about him. Something about his family seemed odd. He never spoke of his parents and when he did he used his father's first name but called his mother ‘mom’. You had asked if they were seperated but when he replied negative you left it alone. Unfortunately, this just added onto your worry.

On the other hand, Draco was also worrying about a similar issue. Over the four months his grades had went down by two points. He still had A’s but if there was something Lucius Malfoy didn’t notice, it would be how big of an arse he is. Draco couldn’t attend your events this weekend. And oh, how he wanted to more than anything. He had seen pictures of you at said events before. For the orchestra concert you wore a black dress that made you look stunning and at your last charity event, you wore a beautiful gown that made Draco want to kiss you right then and there. He wanted more than anything to see you look so magical in person, but this was his weekend trip home. He couldn’t miss it. Not on his father’s watch.

“So, can you make it?” You asked, knowing what the answer would most likely be. “No, I have to visit my father. He wants to make sure I’m doing well in school.” He wants to ask why my grades are still not as good as they used to be. He thought to himself. He subconsciously touched the unseen scars on his back from where his father had punished him many times before. “Ah, well tell your mother ‘hello’ for me. And be sure to give her this. It’s for Christmas. I am a few months late but it took me awhile to get ahold of it.” You smiled and handed him a small box you had quickly pulled from your bag. He opened the box to reveal a medium sized necklace with emerald gems. “Y/N. . . You really shouldn’t have.” Draco was speechless. It was beautiful. And for you to do that for his mother, it was baffling. He really liked you. “It’s alright, Draco. Let’s get to class.” You smiled, realizing you reached your classroom. You opened the door for him and you both entered, only for Draco to find it impossible to focus.

The ride home for Draco was impossible. He lived an hour and a half away and it was not long enough. He was only waiting for the dread of going home. Parking his car in the drive, he already saw his father in one of the windows. Checking the time, Draco saw it was six in the evening. Your concert had started and would end in thirty minutes and your charity event started at eight. He sighed, knowing he would be enduring a much worse night. Subconsciously, he clutched your present in his jacket pocket as he approached the front door, his suitcase in his other hand. His mother opened the door and he almost felt relieved, but the feeling quickly left him as he knew his father was still somewhere in the house. “Draco.” His mother smiled and pulled him in for a hug. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Mom.” He sighed in relief, wrapping his arm around her. “Come in, come in.” She ushered Draco into the house and he left his suitcase by the door, only to be greeted by his father. “Father.” Draco greeted. “Draco.” Lucius said, much less fond than his wife. “I understand that your grades are still not well. Is it still because of this girl?” Lucius asked coldly and Narcissa put a hand on her son. “Lucius, not now. He just got home.” She sighed and Lucius shot her a glare. “I will address whatever problems that need to be addressed. Draco?” He replied. “It’s not because of the girl.” He muttered, feeling small. “Is that so? You told your mother you met a girl about four or five months ago. When did your grades drop? Four or five months ago. Before then, nothing was wrong. Now you have some stupid girl around and suddenly your future is compromised.” Lucius spat and Draco felt his hand ball into a fist. “She’s absolutely not stupid.” Draco said, harshly. His father scoffed. “Oh really? Do you know where she lives? Do you even know if she has both parents? If she even has money?” Lucius scoffed and Draco aggressively stepped closer to his father. “She doesn’t have both parents at home but I’m twice the man you are so even I can look past something as petty as being against that.” Draco spat and was met with a sting on his cheek.

A sting, a gasp, a raised hand and the turn of a head.

The sting was delivered by his father's raised hand, causing Draco’s head to turn on impact and his mother to gasp and hurry to his side. Draco inhaled deeply, trying not to let the salt in his tears make his eyes go red. He turned away from his father to his mother. “Mom, Y/N gave this to me to give to you. She said it was for Christmas and it’s a little late and she’s sorry.” Draco calmly handed her the box. He turned to his father. “She also said to apologize for not getting anything for you because she doesn’t know much about you or your interests, but she says she promises to get you a gift for Christmas next time.” Draco said with a sour look. A tear dropped from his eye. “You don’t deserve anything she will ever give you.” Draco said, shaking with anger. His mother, behind him, had opened the gift from you and covered her mouth in shock. She saw the authenticity in the necklace and based on what Draco had told her about you, she knew that it must had cost you a fortune to afford that present for her. And here her husband was, insulting the girl who her son perfectly deserves, despite her social status. “Lucius.” She said with a tight lip. “What?” He snapped at her, his chin tilted high. “It’s not like he’s in love with the thing.” He spat and Draco balled his fists once more. “Actually. . .” Draco paused and looked at his crying mother. “I do.” She smiled. His father looked disgusted. “You what?” He asked. “I love her.” Draco confirmed and turned to the door. He grabbed his suitcase and pulled his mother close. “I’ll meet you every now and again, but I refuse to meet with him.” He whispered under his breath and pulled her in for a hug. He kissed her forehead before opening the door. “Where are you going?” Lucius asked, angrily. “A much better place to support the girl I love and I’m not coming back until you fix the way you see her.” He said harshly before slamming the door.

Draco stopped at a gas station half way back to Uni so he could change into a nice black shirt and some trousers. The argument at home only took thirty minutes so he was making good time. The only problem was traffic. When he did get to campus, however, he did memorize the building the event would be held in. He found a space to park and rushed in, catching the start just as the lights went down. There were a couple open seats in the back and he thought he spotted you towards the front but it was too dark to tell. He just waited patiently, not speaking to the others at his table.

A few people went on stage and spoke about helping children with cancer as well as a few other charities said people were helping. It wasn’t until a blonde woman on stage mentioned your charity that Draco really paid attention. “Now please welcome the founder for the Arts for Acknowledgment program, a program funded by donations here by students to fund educational programs and arts to acknowledge lost or underappreciated cultures, Y/N Y/L/N.”

And then a girl stood up in the crowd and Draco could no longer believe he had ever known you previous to that moment. You were stunning. He knew it was a black tie event, similar to a gala but you looked like royalty. Your hair was pinned back and your gown was a long and beautiful golden dress that had an off shoulder top but flared out to a large bottom.

And the way you walked so graceful onto the stage. The way you smiled to the crowd. He couldn’t help but snicker in contrast to the first day the two of you met. You clumsily falling into the classroom gave him the impression you would do poorly in heels. He was wrong. “Tonight, i would like to thank the help of my fellow classmates for supporting and donating as well as submitting suggestions and artwork. Thank you. I would like to thank my mother, for pushing me to pursue the goal of helping other people. By using my advantages to help those that had none. Thank you. I would love to thank my counselor who has helped me get through every anxiety attack or depressive episode I have had along the way. Really, without you I wouldn’t be as organized as I am with my life.” You laughed and Draco knew he was in love. He smiled. “And finally, I would like to thank my best friend, Draco Malfoy, who has been a silent push these past four months ton really put everything together. He has stayed up late countless nights with me to help put together final touches on payment plans, architectural deals or gallery organizations. Really, he should get some of the credit. I love that man for everything he’s done for me. Thank you.” Your words wavered in the last sentence and Draco’s world was paused. I love that man for everything he’s done for me. The words rang around his head like a pinball machine. Your voice wavered and it only happens when there was something behind your words you weren’t telling.

Draco felt an impulse and he decided to act upon it. “I am here.” He said as loudly as he could without yelling. Heads turned, yours being one of them. One of the women close to the stage looked appalled. “Young man! I don’t think-” “It’s alright.” You said, breathless yet a smile was glued to your face. The woman sat down with a huff and Draco made his way to the stage, his heart nearly exploding every step of the way. If he was wrong about this, he was about to embarrass himself in front of about, say, four hundred people or so.

He reached the mic and away from the mic, you spoke in a hushed tone. “I thought you were with your parents tonight.” He smirked. “You’re much better company.” He smiled and you mirrored his expression. “Ladies and gentlemen, this woman that stands before you is absolutely incredible. Yes, it’s true I stayed up countless nights to help, however, I barely deserve a mention. This project is hers and hers alone and to take any of the credit would be improper. How hard Y/N has had to work to get all of this done transcends me. But she has done it. For so many people. And she says she loves me for all I’ve done for her?” Draco spoke into the mic. “No. I love her for her generosity and all she’s done for you.” He stated, giving you a quick glance and noticed you were tearing up. He turned to you, but made sure the mic was able to pick up his words. “For me to let her go and be with someone else would break my heart.” His heartbeat accelerated. Little did he know, so did yours. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? You are incredibly intelligent and ambitious with amazing morals. You are kind, funny, and smart both book and street and I would love to make you mine.” Some noises of adoration were heard from the audience. This only egged Draco on. He got down on one knee. “I have had to keep these feelings inside for the past four months. But Y/L, I love you. Very much. Be mine?” He asked and you nodded. There were cheers from the crowd. You could barely hear them once Draco stood up and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. Your heart was on fire. Once turned away, his arm did not leave your side.

You delivered the rest of your speech and the night concluded itself with food, music, and lots of talking. By the end of the night, Draco was walking you back inside your dorm after driving you home.

“I never knew.” You both ended up saying. You both laughed. “Neither did I.” You said, reaching your dorm door. “You looked stunning tonight.” Draco commented, cupping your face. “You look handsome yourself.” You replied before he kissed you once more. “Goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow. . . Girlfriend.” Draco whispered after pulling away. You giggled and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, boyfriend.” You replied and left Draco’s ears ringing with the word. Boyfriend.

hope you enjoyed!

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader au #draco malfoy x reader au #harry potter imagines #fandom imagines #fandom #harry potter fandom #hp imagine #fanfiction

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kusunokihime-a · 7 years

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Small vent because stressed Sylvie is Stressed™ ლ(ಠ益ಠლ)

OKAY. SO. I sometimes do work for my dad, mostly because...I can’t find any other work (that would take 5ever to explain so just...take my word on that), though I’ve had to downsize what I do because health reasons. As I’ve said, I fed his cows last week.

So I get an email from him like...Friday asking for my hours (because it can fluctuate, like on Wednesday because WHOOPS cows were out and that took like half an hour to fix), and also if my brother and I could help haul hay. Which means using a tractor and putting like...800lbs bales on the back of a truck. 60 of them.

We’ve done it in the past, but tbh I’m not interested anymore because the dust and stuff WRECKS me for like...days afterward, so I’m gonna say no.

...now, my brother STILL has not made up his mind. And I asked him about it WHEN I GOT THE EMAIL. Meanwhile, I can’t reply until he makes a decision. Which means I don’t get paid, and my dad is left without an answer, meaning he can’t make other arrangements if he needs to, and he’s running out of time.

And just...my brother does this ALL THE HECKING TIME. He just...CANNOT make simple decisions, and it drives me nuts. I love him, he’s my best friend, but this stuff IRKS me. Because I’M the one communicating right now. Which means I look like an ass when it takes me days and days to get back to Dad for SOMETHING SO HECKING SIMPLE. So I’m just...a puddle of anxiety right now WAITING to be able to not only get paid, but let my dad get going on things that need to happen THIS WEEK when he EMAILED ME LAST WEEK.

*stressed Sylvie noises* @.=.@

Of course as I’m writing this he finally makes up his mind, but just...guhhh I wish he wouldn’t do this to me OTL I hate being the middleman!

#sylvie speaketh [ ooc ]#negativity mention #i mean not that bad but just #guh #delete later

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heartlessfujoshi · 7 years

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❣ 4 please? Any pair you want to write or.. Or maybe if it okay? Some pairs related to flowers? YOU ARE THE BEST AND THIS ANON LOVES U SO MUCH FROM FAR FAR AWAY This anon hopes you are having a great dayyy

Is this…. *squints eyes* anon-chan-san-senpai? :o HOW COULD I EVER SAY NO TO WRITING SOME PAIR RELATING TO FLOWERS. (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY WHAT I CAME UP WITH FOR THESE TWO, ACSS. I’VE MISSED SEEING YOU IN MY INBOX. GOMENS FOR TAKING 5EVER WITH THIS.

SEND IN A ❣ FOR A RANDOM KISS.

4. a nuzzle kiss.

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji Pairing: PhippsRon (Charles Phipps x Ronald Knox) Rating: Mature (mild NSFW)Word Count: ~1300

Part of my GOT3 AU

Working in his home office, Charles sees Ronald push the door open casually, his iPad in his hand. He smiles, not looking up from his work, as he’s got a firm deadline he needs to hit, and cannot afford the luxury of putting it to the side any longer. He’s about to inform his lover of his, when Ronald sits down on the couch, iPad resting on his knees that are now drawn up towards his chest.

“Don’t worry about me, beautiful.” Ronald doesn’t lift his head, glasses falling down his nose as he looks at his tablet. “I know you’re busy. I was just lonely out there, so I thought I’d come in here. I promise to stay quiet.”

“You’re doing such a wonderful job of that already,” he teases his lover, as his fingers fly over his keyboard. He glances up, and sees Ronald sticking his tongue out at him, which makes him laugh, shaking his head with a smile on his face. “You’re not going to bother me. I just need to get some work done, that’s all, gorgeous.”

“Consider my lips sealed.” Ronald moves his hand, zipping his mouth closed, nodding his head. Charles can’t help but smile at the simple gesture.

“I appreciate it.”

He becomes so engrossed in his work, that he doesn’t see Ronald get up from the couch. He stops to take a quick break, pulling his glasses off to rub his eyes, and looks over to see what Ronald is up to, when he doesn’t see him sitting there. He opens his mouth to call out to him, when he feels lips brush against the back of his neck, then feels warm breath touch the side of his neck, as his lover rubs his face against the side of his neck.

Tilting his head to the side, he groans low. “T-Thought I told you that I needed to concentrate…” He doesn’t tell him to stop, as he feels Ronald begin to rub his cheek against the side of his neck, the touch making him smile.

“Sometimes I gotta be bad and not listen.” Ronald’s lips touch his ear, making him shiver a little. “Sorry about that, beautiful.”

“No, you’re not.”

A soft chuckle sounds near his ear, making him groan low a second time. “You’re right. I’m not.” Ronald’s hand touches his shoulder, then slides down to his hand. “Come on, Charles… It’s the weekend. Surely you can spend a little time with me, can’t you?”

Charles knows he should say no, that he should just pay attention to his work, and politely ask Ronald to let him work in peace. But, the more he feels his lips drag against his neck, the more he wants to pull him onto his lap, and ignore his work. Making a decision he knows he’ll probably wind up paying for later, he locks his computer, and pulls Ronald to sit on his desk, burying his head against his stomach as he feels him put his feet on top of the armrests of his chair. He puts his face against Ronald’s crotch, smelling his musk, along with the evidence of their session the night before, Finnian’s scent clinging to his lover in the most delicious way possible.

“W-What are you doing…?” Ronald asks, voice breathless and trembling, sending a wave of desire through Charles’ body.

He pulls Ronald’s lounge pants down, freeing his cock from its trapped confines. “I think it’s obvious what I’m doing, beautiful.” He looks up at him, a smirk on his lips, as his lips brush against the flushed head of Ronald’s cock. “Are you going to stop me?”

“N-Nevah…….” His lover’s reply turns into a moan, as he pulls his cock into his mouth, pulling him closer to the edge of his desk, allowing his mouth to take more of him in.

He feels his lover’s fingers tug into his scalp, as he bobs his head nice and slow, rubbing his tongue along his length as he listens to Ronald’s whimpers and cries. He begins to build up the pressure in his mouth, sucking harder on Ronald’s cock, feeling him beginning to throb against the back of his tongue. Shoving his head all the way down, his nose brushing against the soft curls at the base of his cock, he deep throats Ronald, and feels him begin to throb repeatedly against his tongue, the warmth of his release coating the back of his throat. Ronald’s fingers grip tight to his scalp, forcing a low groan from him as he swallows everything, nothing slipping past his lips.

Pulling back, he wipes his lips with his fingers, and looks up at his lover, whose cheeks are flushed, the look on his face one that brings a smile to his own lips. “Now, I need to get my work finished.” He pats his lover’s thighs, pulling him to sit on his lap. Ronald rests his head against his chest, as he puts his hands back on his keyboard. “But don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“W-Wouldn’t dream of it, beautiful.” Ronald speaks in a breathless voice. “I love you…”

He starts to type again, then stops to lean his head against Ronald’s. “I love you too, gorgeous. So much.”

It takes him a couple of hours to get his work done, probably longer than it normally would have taken him because he kept distracting himself by kissing Ronald every so often. His lover never initiated it. It was always his fault. They hear the front door open and close, and then see their lover standing at the door of the office, a large smile on his face.

“I brought dinner home!” Finnian announces.

“Wonderful.” Charles says, his lap becoming a little cold as Ronald gets up to go and greet their lover. “I had lost track of time.”

“Did you have a good day at the shop, beautiful?” Ronald asks, pulling Finnian into a tight embrace. Charles watches them exchange hello kisses, the love in his heart growing as he watches the two of them. His two loves, that he would be entirely lost without if they hadn’t wound up together in the way that they had.

Their blond lover nods his head, that ever present smile still on his face. “I did! Gosh, we were so busy!! But, it’s okay. We made a lot of money today.” He nods his head, smiling. “So, dinner?? Charles, are you finished with your work? We can wait until you are.”

“I’m alright, Finnian.” He stands up, setting his glasses on the desk. “How about you go put the food in the oven, but don’t turn it on, and then join us in the bedroom, hmm? We’ve missed you, and need to give you a proper welcome home.”

“Okay!” Their younger lover giggles, and heads out of his home office.

“Are you really done, Charles?” Ronald asks, as they walk out of his office together, and head into their shared bedroom.

He gives a small shrug, a smirk on his lips. “I can finish the rest at work on Monday. Now I want to take care of my two loves.” He grunts when he feels Finnian slam into him from behind, his arms wrapped around his waist in a tight embrace. “It seems that’s what Finnian wants too.”

“Yes, please!”

Laughing, he pulls both of his lovers over to the bed, where they enjoy a quick afternoon delight through kisses and touches, and then eat the dinner that Finnian had brought home for them to enjoy. And then they head back to the bedroom, where more fun times are shared between the three of them, before they pass out in each other’s arms, all three with smiles on their faces.

#my writing #phippsron #got3 #miso look #oh man it feels good to write in this AU again ;A;#Anonymous

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turnsoutnoonewasexaggerating · 7 years

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Part 4 of The Sam Diaries

Read on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10507836/chapters/23548383

It had taken Sam a full day to get over the plane journey to Greece. Eunoia had chattered excitedly to him for the entire journey to try and take his mind off the fact he was in a tin can far higher than a human being should be, but even that hadn’t managed to stem his terror. Last year, on Eunoia’s birthday, she had remarked that it was good they lived fairly close to a train station, as otherwise they’d never get anywhere, what with her refusing to be in a car and Sam’s fear of planes.

Sam didn’t have a fear of heights, not really, he just never trusted anything’s structural integrity, whether that be his apartment or a plane, though the heights really didn’t help. Still, planes were better than birds, or bananas for that matter.

Eunoia’s chattering had managed to get into his head enough, however, that he could now recite the stats of the US Court line-up. She’d mentioned how lucky it was that Neil had been stabbed on the off-season (though Sam couldn’t see how any part of that was lucky). Sam had very little idea on how long recovering from a stab wound/ internal bleeding took, but he was glad Neil was going to be able to play; he understood from Eunoia that the US Court was a big deal.

Since the day he proposed, Andrew or Neil, but hardly ever both of them together, had come into the ice cream parlour at least once a week. Neil had informed Eunoia that her lemon sorbet was the only ice cream he’d ever liked (though that led to a twenty minute debate about how sorbet was not technically an ice-cream, apparently Neil had been very bemused), and Andrew had methodically worked through every flavour in the store.

The second day of their holiday was the Exy game, and Eunoia had barely slept the night before she was so excited. She’d also been bouncing around the whole day that Sam was trying to remember how to breathe on the phone to her second-in-command at the ice cream parlour, despite Sam’s continuous reiterations that the place would be fine without her for a few days. He was gentle with his reminders though; he knew the problem was deeper than that, rooted to the mysterious suicide of her parents.

The heat, Sam could get used to. The stadium? Well that was unlike anything Sam had ever seen. He and Eunoia had VIP tickets, which, because Eunoia insisted on turning up four hours before the game actually started, gave them a prime view to watch the rest of the enormous stadium fill with people from all over the world. It was loud, colourful and crazy.

Sam likes it.

Their VIP box is situated behind the goal the opposing team would be guarding, the goal Neil would hopefully be shooting in to. That much at least, Sam understands.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Eunoia hyperventilates next to him. He raises a fond eyebrow at her antics. She locks eyes with him, looking slightly crazed. “I’m going to see Kevin Day. Live. Kevin Day. Day! Kevin Day!”

“Yes. Kevin Day, Day, Kevin Day.” He mocks, grinning. She elbows him in the ribs and he makes an ‘oof’ noise in reproach. “I thought Neil said he was an asshole.” She sighs at him like he didn’t understand.

“Sam, Sam, Sam. My poor demi banana. His personality doesn’t matter- I’m here for his ass.” Sam snorts, but before he can reply someone else does.

“Believe me, even that ass can’t distract from his personality.” Sam and Eunoia spin to see two other people sitting in the VIP box behind their seats. One is quite possibly the most put-together person Sam has ever seen, basking in the Greek sun like a goddess, sipping a bright blue cocktail that matches her sundress and designer heels and looking completely out of place on the ugly blue plastic seats. The other, choking on his laughter next to her, has spiky gelled black hair that had wilted slightly in the heat, and a USA flag themed t-shirt, board shorts and trainers, as well as a bright orange sign that read ‘MY BEST BRO JOSTEN’. The woman takes another sip of her drink before continuing leisurely. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d still fuck him senseless but he’d have to be gagged.”

Neither Sam nor Eunoia know quite what to say to that, but the man rescues them before they have to work it out. “You know Neil?” He asks of Sam, staring at him curiously.

“Sam stopped him from bleeding out on a park bench one time.” Eunoia says flippantly, but with pride. Sam blushes beetroot red. The man’s eyes soften.

“That was you? Neil didn’t tell me you’d be at the game. I have to take you out for drinks sometime to say thanks; my boy’s always getting himself in trouble but a stabbing is the worst it’s been in years.” He looks slightly troubled while the woman looks angry.

“Can’t they leave my poor baby alone? I mean, look at him,” She says, pointing to the interactive board that’s currently showing a picture of Neil grinning and waving before flashing to the next player, “he’s a precious butterfly with a smart mouth that could reduce a man to a peanut. What more could you want?”

“You’re perfectly capable of reducing a man to a peanut on your own Ally.” The man points out, to which Ally nods in agreement, smugly. It’s about then that Sam notices Eunoia’s eyes have glazed over slightly from where she’s still staring at the man with the spiky hair. Sam tilts his head to the side, trying to work out why, when it suddenly clicks.

“Ohhhh; you’re my fiancée’s celebrity crush!” He frowns, trying to remember. “Boyle? Boyd?” It’s Ally’s turn to laugh, which she does with an indignity Sam wasn’t expecting.

“Yeah, Boyle.” She manages to cough out. Eunoia is hitting him repeatedly on the arm, looking more embarrassed than he’s ever seen her.

“You’re a really good backliner.” She manages to say, punctuating each word with a smack to Sam’s arm. Boyd seems to light up.

“Naw, I’m hardly Court material after all-”

“Everyone knows you could be, you just have a family life too.” Eunoia contests, and then goes even redder at this reveal of the depth of her crush. She ploughs on, giving up on recovering any sense of dignity. “Your kids are really cute.” She squeaks out. At this, Boyd looks even more delighted. He holds his hand out for her to shake, uncaring of the faint track marks visible on his arms as he does so.

“Matt Boyd-Wilds, very flattered. And you are?”

“Eunoia Goldsmith, incredibly embarrassed and slightly worried she’s coming across as a stalker.” She replies, shaking his hand. Sam blinks, thinks, then blinks again. She definitely said Goldsmith then right? Like Goldsmith. Like Sam Goldsmith. My name. Goldsmith. When he looks back up all three of them are looking at him.

“Yes Sam Goldsmith, Goldsmith, Sam Goldsmith.” Ally parrots back to him, in a poor imitation of his voice from before which sets them all into hysterics. “Allison Reynolds. Now we’ve all introduced ourselves-”

“Allison Reynolds?” Sam asks, his eyes wide as saucers. Eunoia shoots him a confused look but Sam’s too awestruck to care.

“You know her? From Exy? But you didn’t even watch collegiate Exy-”

“Not from Exy.” Sam says, blushing. “I, uh, really like your clothes Miss Reynolds.” Eunoia frowns, then her face clears.

“No… Your boots?” Sam had saved up for four years to buy a pair of boots designed by Allison Reynolds, boots he had worn almost every day since, but hadn’t been able to rationalise bringing to Greece. Sam nods and Eunoia laughs, telling Allison the story. He’s saved from embarrassing himself or his fiancée further when the stadium lights go up and the players come out to begin warm-ups. Sam joins in on everyone’s whooping when Neil comes out, claps politely for Kevin and gets out his sketchbook when Andrew’s name is called.

Matt, Allison and Eunoia are too caught up in the hype to notice that he’s barely watching the players, instead sketching various things that catch his eye. Like the glimpses of Andrew’s face behind his helmet that Sam only sees as he travels to and from the goalkeeper’s box, or the implicit trust between Kevin and Neil as they make a play on goal, or… Or another person in the audience who isn’t watching the plays, but tracking Neil’s movements with a predatory gaze, even when Neil’s goes back behind the Plexiglas for the start of the game.

Sam sketches the man as soon as Neil and Andrew are both off-court, detailing it enough that it was recognisably that person. Sam remembers a half-hidden figure in a park, and moonlight glinting off a blade.

“Can I borrow this?” Sam asks of Matt, pointing at his latest ‘BROSTEN 5EVER’ sign. Matt’s too excited to hear the sharp note in Sam’s voice as he hands it over, grinning, but Eunoia isn’t.

“What is it?” She asks, shouting to be heard over the crowd.

“Probably nothing. But just in case, I’m going to try and see Neil and Andrew at halftime.” He scribbles a quick message on the back of the sign, hoping against hope that it will work and taking a quick second to be grateful that he brought a black marker with him in his art supplies.

Andrew is subbed on after the first quarter, and flicks a bored look at the VIP box when Matt screams “MINI-YARD!” loud enough to give Sam early onset tinnitus, and sees the sign Sam’s been holding valiantly up for the last fifteen minutes.

‘I THINK STABBY CHAPPY IS HERE’. Ok, perhaps not the most sophisticated message Sam’s ever come up with, but to be fair to him this is hardly his forte. He’s unsure of whether Andrew sees or not, because he remains as impassive as always, but by the time the second quarter is up (and Andrew has not let in a single goal) he still hasn’t worked out how to meet up with two professional athletes without getting chucked out by security.

He leaves the VIP box behind everyone else who is clamouring to go to the toilets, cursing at the line for being so slow as he looks around for any other exits while Eunoia grips his elbow with fear in her fingers, when Andrew and Neil appear in the corridor to the side of the toilet queue. Andrew nudges his head to the side and disappears again, so Sam quickly shrugs out of Eunoia’s grip, promising that he’ll be fine, and follows them down the corridor before anyone sees.

“What’s going on?” Neil asks, looking disgruntled and extremely sweaty. Evidently Andrew hadn’t told him anything. Sam shows them his sketchbook, where the drawing of the man is on the most recent page. Neil takes it from his hand with a quick intake of breath, becoming unnaturally still.

“He’s here?” Andrew demands, shoulders tense.

“In the crowd on the left side of the VIP box. He looked shady and he was staring at Neil so I thought at the least he was a creep and at the most…” Neither Andrew or Neil acknowledged this. “He didn’t stab you in a mugging then, I’m guessing.”

“One of your father’s or…?” Andrew says to Neil, still ignoring Sam.

“My father’s. I’ll call Stuart; they can get rid of him like they’re supposed to.” Sam doesn’t know who this ‘they’ are, but it takes a very small amount of tension out of Andrew’s back.

“Your father sent a man to stab you?” Sam asks, horrified. Andrew and Neil finally move to acknowledge his existence as Neil hands back over the sketchbook with a grim smile.

“Not exactly. Thank you for this.” He says, tapping a finger against the drawing. “It’s a bit embarrassing to be honest that you’re doing a better job of finding criminals than the police.” Andrew snatches the sketchbook out of Sam’s hands again, flipping through the pages with seemingly no interest.

“I guess you weren’t lying when you said I had a draw-able face.” He deadpans, finally, and Neil looks over his shoulder to see the many, many drawings of Andrew Minyard. Neil reaches a hand out to stop on a particular page.

On one half, there is Eunoia on the day he proposed, eyes wide and filled with tears, radiant and stunning, just the way he remembered. On the other, Andrew stands, racquet dwarfing him with his helmet tucked under one arm. His hair is plastered to his forehead, spots of pink on his cheeks the only other visible source of his exertion. He is ignoring all the numerous microphones pointed his way, staring at something behind the camera with a look Sam had never been able to decipher but immediately wanted to draw.

“That was the last day of your season.” Neil mused, brushing his fingers over the paper absent-mindedly. “I turned up as a surprise.”

“It was hardly a surprise.” Andrew retorted. “For one, surprises are supposed to be enjoyable, and you’d left the plane ticket out on your bedside table the last time I visited your apartment.” Neil almost pouted at him.

“I could have not used it.” Andrew just looked at him and Neil sighed.

“It’s a really good drawing.” He offered, while Andrew just passed the sketchbook back.

“You’ve only got five minutes to leave before halftime ends and you have to watch a full Exy game.” Andrew cuts in. Sam shrugs.

“I think I’ll manage.”

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#my fic #my OC Sam #my OC Eunoia #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #matt boyd #Allison Reynolds #tfc #aftg #TSD

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