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thedivinefish · 1 year

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TGIWednesday... Where's Lily?

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I got up the other morning and moved a sea of pillows out of my way and was hollering for my cat Lily. I walked to the living room, dining room, and started to get nervous. I went to her favorite blue room with her rocker recliner hollering "Lily!" the whole time. Crickets... now I became concerned. On to the kitchen, mud room and then upstairs I went looking under beds and around corners; My eclectic black cat was nowhere to be found. This cat is a healer of pets and humans, she retrieves little rings, brings them back, sits and wags her tail until you throw them again (a reincarnated hunting retriever if you will). She’s ok with a harness, goes for car rides and looks out the window wagging her tail the whole time, truth be told, I would get more YouTube views and likes from that video than anything I’ve ever uttered. I returned to my bedroom wondering where in the world could she be, so unlike her, and not good. I decided to pick up some of the pillows on the floor and put them back on the bed. As I glanced up to the headboard - there was Lily curled up and still sleeping on a black pillow! She gave me those soft green-eyed slow blinks of love and was like, “Where did you go?” There is so much to be thankful for this time of year and always. Even in our darkest hour my mother Granny Ruth would say, “We’re so richly blessed.” I see you harnessing that thankful gratitude energy now and bathing in a mist of appreciation - your whole life can only improve and co-create even more goodness. Often we all look outside ourselves for all the answers in search of the shiny & new only to discover that the goodness was deep inside us all along.

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~ BEING FULLY PRESENT ~ Being fully present in this thankful moment. I believe, think, know and feel that where I am right now is the ideal moment to build in within this zero point field where all things are possible and opportunities abound. I am ready, willing and able to embrace the simple and remain in a thankful state of self-reflection realizing that the future is so bright I have to wear shades! I know, when, where, how and why to allow Spirit to lead me to that simple, complete whole and all encompassing way of progress. I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. Wishing you that the rest of your life will be the best of your life and remember to make progress each and every day.

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divinefishingtips · 1 year

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TGIWednesday... Where's Lily?

TGIWednesday News

TGIWednesday Download

NOVEMBER ZOOM EVENT

WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 30TH 7:30pm Eastern (30 mins long) Pre-register at Calendly - Just $22 (includes reminders and replay) https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/november-2022-ywr1

THEME: Releasing the Barrier to Receiving Your Needs

THESE ARE THE 3 SAMPLE SENTENCES SO PLEASE FILL OUT EACH ONE AND TAKE YOUR TIME WITH IT, SIT WITH IT BEFORE SENDING TO [email protected] TOGETHER WE CAN ALL MAKE PROFOUND CHANGES!!!

1) The main barrier I see that is blocking me from receiving is______ (ie: me, a relative, work/ job/ career?)

2) I want to see myself as deserving but the main issue in my way is _____ (ie: childhood trauma, an angry spouse, sacrificing for others etc)

3) I believe I am worthy of more but the main part that’s blocking my worthiness is_____ (ie: past life issues, a parent who told me I was worthless, a lack of education, etc)

*NEW INSTRUCTIONS* Top 3 clearing submissions due to [email protected] by end of day Tuesday BEFORE the call.

Pre-Register Here - $22

Discounted MyBeliefWorks Audios

SAVE 20% AT CHECKOUT DURING THE MONTH OF NOVEMBER!

FREE Live Appearances

Recorded last week with Marla Martenson. Watch this very special clearing.

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Fish Food

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

Come See Me in the Tampa Office

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS

From the Fish Box

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Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

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30-Days of Prayer - $99

$19 Guided Energy Processes - MP3s

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key Process If you need a refresher on the basics of fishing...we've just revised the FREE MLF Training Kit with much NEW content. CLICK HERE.

Self-paced Online Courses Available Anchors Away Masterclass & Mastery/Practitioner Certification

MEMBERS LOGIN HERE

I recorded a video to tell you more about how you can get access to my brand new Anchors Away Masterclass so you can learn how to protect and clear the 5 Anchors & more.

Watch the Video Now

MLF MASTERY LEVEL 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime!

Learn About Certification Here

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365dailyaffirmations · 1 year

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TGIWednesday... Where's Lily?

TGIWednesday News

TGIWednesday Download

NOVEMBER ZOOM EVENT

WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 30TH 7:30pm Eastern (30 mins long) Pre-register at Calendly - Just $22 (includes reminders and replay) https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/november-2022-ywr1

THEME: Releasing the Barrier to Receiving Your Needs

THESE ARE THE 3 SAMPLE SENTENCES SO PLEASE FILL OUT EACH ONE AND TAKE YOUR TIME WITH IT, SIT WITH IT BEFORE SENDING TO [email protected] TOGETHER WE CAN ALL MAKE PROFOUND CHANGES!!!

1) The main barrier I see that is blocking me from receiving is______ (ie: me, a relative, work/ job/ career?)

2) I want to see myself as deserving but the main issue in my way is _____ (ie: childhood trauma, an angry spouse, sacrificing for others etc)

3) I believe I am worthy of more but the main part that’s blocking my worthiness is_____ (ie: past life issues, a parent who told me I was worthless, a lack of education, etc)

*NEW INSTRUCTIONS* Top 3 clearing submissions due to [email protected] by end of day Tuesday BEFORE the call.

Pre-Register Here - $22

Discounted MyBeliefWorks Audios

SAVE 20% AT CHECKOUT DURING THE MONTH OF NOVEMBER!

FREE Live Appearances

Recorded last week with Marla Martenson. Watch this very special clearing.

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Fish Food

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

Come See Me in the Tampa Office

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS

From the Fish Box

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

Use PayPal for subscription Click here Use Stripe for subscription Click here.

30-Days of Prayer - $99

$19 Guided Energy Processes - MP3s

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key Process If you need a refresher on the basics of fishing...we've just revised the FREE MLF Training Kit with much NEW content. CLICK HERE.

Self-paced Online Courses Available Anchors Away Masterclass & Mastery/Practitioner Certification

MEMBERS LOGIN HERE

I recorded a video to tell you more about how you can get access to my brand new Anchors Away Masterclass so you can learn how to protect and clear the 5 Anchors & more.

Watch the Video Now

MLF MASTERY LEVEL 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime!

Learn About Certification Here

TGIFunny

Forward

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advancedthetapractitioner · 1 year

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TGIWednesday... Where's Lily?

TGIWednesday News

TGIWednesday Download

NOVEMBER ZOOM EVENT

WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 30TH 7:30pm Eastern (30 mins long) Pre-register at Calendly - Just $22 (includes reminders and replay) https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/november-2022-ywr1

THEME: Releasing the Barrier to Receiving Your Needs

THESE ARE THE 3 SAMPLE SENTENCES SO PLEASE FILL OUT EACH ONE AND TAKE YOUR TIME WITH IT, SIT WITH IT BEFORE SENDING TO [email protected] TOGETHER WE CAN ALL MAKE PROFOUND CHANGES!!!

1) The main barrier I see that is blocking me from receiving is______ (ie: me, a relative, work/ job/ career?)

2) I want to see myself as deserving but the main issue in my way is _____ (ie: childhood trauma, an angry spouse, sacrificing for others etc)

3) I believe I am worthy of more but the main part that’s blocking my worthiness is_____ (ie: past life issues, a parent who told me I was worthless, a lack of education, etc)

*NEW INSTRUCTIONS* Top 3 clearing submissions due to [email protected] by end of day Tuesday BEFORE the call.

Pre-Register Here - $22

Discounted MyBeliefWorks Audios

SAVE 20% AT CHECKOUT DURING THE MONTH OF NOVEMBER!

FREE Live Appearances

Recorded last week with Marla Martenson. Watch this very special clearing.

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Fish Food

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

Come See Me in the Tampa Office

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS

From the Fish Box

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

Use PayPal for subscription Click here Use Stripe for subscription Click here.

30-Days of Prayer - $99

$19 Guided Energy Processes - MP3s

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key Process If you need a refresher on the basics of fishing...we've just revised the FREE MLF Training Kit with much NEW content. CLICK HERE.

Self-paced Online Courses Available Anchors Away Masterclass & Mastery/Practitioner Certification

MEMBERS LOGIN HERE

I recorded a video to tell you more about how you can get access to my brand new Anchors Away Masterclass so you can learn how to protect and clear the 5 Anchors & more.

Watch the Video Now

MLF MASTERY LEVEL 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime!

Learn About Certification Here

TGIFunny

Forward

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shagami · 2 years

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Soooo on Fab 9th....

I would like to add a quick warning as I’ll be adding a link to some images After the main story and under a read more... It will contain stitches and bruises. You have been warned.

So on Feb 9th 2022. i got home from work around 145pm, I noticed the one of the trashcans was still out so after I unlocked the front door and put my stuff down, I went back outside to bring it in. I let our 1 year old Husky Pit Bull mix, Parker, out into the front yard since he had been alone for a couple hours.

I shut the front gate and started to bring the trashcan up to our side gate, however it was locked. So I left the can near the gate and went to go get the key, when I was coming back thru the front gate I noticed we had some mail so i grabbed it. As I was walking back towards the front door, I dropped a letter. I went to go put the other mail on the table while calling for Parker to come back inside.

I went back outside to grab the letter I dropped. I bent down to pick it up and BAM Parker came from my left side and hit me in the left eye with his head. It hurt so badly, I knew it was going to bruise. I had put my left hand over my eye and had my Glasses in my right hand. As I was cussing how much it hurt and was on my way back inside, i felt something run down my arm. That is when I noticed I was bleeding, badly.

I went to grab some paper towels and dripping blood all over the floor. I started to put pressure on it. Parker finally came back inside and I closed the screen door. I kept pressure on the wound while I cleaned up the blood I left on the floor. After a few mins I went into the bathroom to check it out in the mirror and saw the gash. It was a good 2-3 cm. I took some pics sent them to my mom and a couple other people and they said You gotta go to ER for stitches... Im like Ill go to urgent care when someone gets home. Meanwhile I tried a couple things to make the bleeding stop. More Pressure, some gauze and tape but that only held for an hour. I found my moms well stocked first aid kit and looked through it. I found some suture tape and cut some into 3 small piece and placed it over the wound. I then put another band-aid on it. That held together until someone could get home to take me to urgent care.

I arrived at urgent care around 5pm or so I finally got seen about 555pm or so. Urgent care doctor said I did a good job with the suture tape. i had to get 3 stitches and a tetanus shot since my last record shot was in 1993 lol. The stitches were in by 615pm and After waiting a bit for the shot to settle I was out by like 630pm.

I have to put Vaseline or Aquaphor on it every so often and cover it when I go to sleep. The morning of the 10th I took another picture, cleaned it softly with some cool water. It was red-ish but not bad so I went to work. I was in pain the whole shift and it just felt hot the whole time and since I didn't cover it since it was super hot out, everyone was wondering what happened.

So today, When I woke up I was in a lot of pain and I couldn’t open my eye since it was swollen and red. I got up looked in the mirror and called out of work. I eventually got around to a shower. I used gentle products on my face and made sure not to scrub it too hard. I took another picture after I got out. That was about 1020am It looked way worse today than it did yesterday. It was warm again today so I had to wipe my face with a cold wash cloth then after reapply the Aquaphor. I took another picture around 530pm It still looks pretty bad and it hurts and is starting to burn and itch which I guess is good cuz that means its healing....

After the read more / line break I will post posting an image so please be warned. And yea that was my eventful last couple of days lol

#warning stitches and bruises

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chil2de · 3 years

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Oh take as long as you need love, hope you were able to get the furniture you wanted and that the remodelling’s going well, love you - 🥰

i will sell you my entire soul, a kidney or literally a lung for ur forgiveness because i’ve been mia for ages LMFAOO

i’ll talk about myself afterwards!!! i heard about your exams baby, i’m so fucking happy that you passed! i had a premonition since the start and i knew you had it in you :D believe me when i say i started grinning, u better have celebrated and treated urself to some nice things!!!!!!!

congrats on the reread! i have to give major kudos in the first place that you even had the patience to go through with it in the first place, no because seriously that’s genuine dedication it’s mindblowing. like. you would sit there and read through all my old works?🥺🥺 ur my no.1 contender of giving me heart problems istgggg

i’m totally fine if you wanna keep sending asks instead, i genuinely don’t mind and i’d prefer for you to be comfortable. so whatever you do end up choosing, i’ll support it regardless!

it’s been a while so maybe you read up on the jjk manga? mayhaps? lemme know, cause i’m interested to hear about it! i swear jjk came back as well, i saw some of the recent chapters briefly

the jjk shirts sold out super fast but i managed to grab a white one with four panels of the curses on em, the one with jougo, m*hito sukuna and someone else who is probably not of importance if i can’t remember their name LMAO— it’s nice!! the material is 100% cotton so its one of those stiff-er(?) shirts, 10/10 would recommend for you to get one the next time they’re in stock again

i remember very faintly how i said i’d recommend you some anime LMFAO excuse me it’s 5am as i write this but i was extremely hellbent on getting back to you before sleep <3 dont wanna worry ya

you should totally check out oregairu whenever you can, or maybe violet evergarden? they’re not similar in any way shape or form to gintama, jjk, hq etc but.. they hold a special place in my heart ;; i suck at explaining without accidentally spoiling things or rambling for ages so check out the blurb for them whenever you can ! plus the animation in ve is absolutely stunning

and yeah, i’m from england! i get you completely djghdhg it’s just because most fic writers are american so at a certain point i just wired it into my brain, then whenever i meet someone who’s from england i just get so excited it’s like ?? wow?? you know what anime is? i hope that doesn’t sound rude LMAO it’s just how i said before that the lack of anything anime related here is horrid. esp waterstones, like you said. god that’s awful. i recently caught up on the haikyuu manga online but i wanna support the author by buying the volumes and they’re literally sold out or sold in strange numbers </3

aside from that, how have you been?? taking care of yourself? happy september, btw! it’s basically autumn now, an absolute shocker of a fact but i’m trying my first ever psl whenever starbucks releases them here~

tysm as per usual for your kind complimentsss AAAA u have no right!! absolutely no right to make me blush. genuinely a crime, you should be locked away and kept under supervision :<<< thank youuuu you are the sweetest angel to walk this earthhh~

i’m starting to slowly try to ease myself back into writing for gintama lmaoo, it’s a slow process but i’ll get there eventually!! just gotta wait for my hyperfixations to shift, is all

as for me, the remodelling’s going pretty good! i’ve picked up most of the things i’ve needed like paint, new led strips and bed sheets. i made a grave mistake of buying a mirror from ebay and it smashed in transit LGMHJJD it’s okay you can laugh cause i totally did too, so i’m going up to ikea again next week to get that plus a bed because mine broke? it just.. collapsed? also very funny i promise you it’s not tragic at all <3

thinking of covering up a wall where my pc’s going to go with manga panels, especially haikyuu and blue lock (another sports manga, it’s about football! 10/10 would recommend) because the panels are just *chefs kiss* especially... miya atsumu... damn like timeskip tsumie just hits so different idk why, plus some sneaky gintama panels to help me forget that i still haven’t watched the movie and refuse to watch it. that’s a lie, actually. i got 30 mins in before i quit cause it felt like i was going to violently sob /j

sorry if i missed anything that you said! pinky promise i read it but my brain might’ve short circuited, u definitely have permission to bully me into it if i did forget (i say this like you’re not a kind soul and you wouldn’t just remind me nicely in a soft tone LMAO)

yeah!!! they do have cutouts, they shouldn’t let me and u near them tho cause we’ll end up taking a few home LMAO

first class tickets hell yeahhhh here we go🥺🥺🥺 i call dibs on paying for the shinkansen!!! we can go to the anime district, get some cool merch! akihabara? i think? pretty sure! also does japan sell squishmallows? everyone keeps talking about them but no one sells them in the uk... i want to expand my stuffed animal collection but build a bear charges like 40 quid for no good reason (that sentence in itself was the epitome of being british)

alright that’s a goodnight from me! i hope you’re having an absolutely great day/night/ evening, if not, hope it’s tolerable instead (:

take a sip of water<3

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Served (MLQC Victor - NSFW) - Chapter 5 (End): Dinner Is Served

Description: Dinner is served. 😉 Come and get it! Warnings: NSFW/18+: explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised. Very mild food kink. Word Count: 2146 words (~11 mins of AT LAST…SMUT!) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: The final chapter of Served and the “Big Bang,” as promised 😂A giant thanks from me to everyone who stuck with the story, for every single read, like, comment and reblog! - XOXO

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All characters & Mr Love: Queen’s Choice owned by Elex

Click. Click.

The sound echoes in the empty space, dark save for the light streaming in through the windows from a single streetlamp outside Souvenir’s storefront. And if you were really quiet, you could hear the proprietor swearing under his breath.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

Click. Click. Victor flipped the light switch again, but to no avail. Tables and chairs continued to cast black shadows that merged with dim corners. You step closer to Victor’s tall, broad frame.

“Perhaps a fuse blew? The streetlamp outside is still on,” you offer, trying to be helpful when you sense his expression growing surlier by the second.

“Stay here and don’t move. I’ll check.”

“Victor, wait! I…I’ll come with you.”

Hurrying forward in your new heels, you stopped short of grabbing onto his sleeve. Senses heightened in the dark, you catch Victor’s breath hitching. And when long fingers reach down to thread through yours and squeeze reassuringly, you are thankful for his surprising tact in not pointing out a grown woman’s irrational fear of the dark.

“Watch your step.” The command in the bass of his voice is familiar in an unusual situation. You never thought you’d see the day when you found Victor’s bossiness comforting.

Hand in hand, you gingerly make your way to the kitchen, the path lit only by Victor’s cellphone. And when he lets go to examine the fuse box, you wonder if you imagined the reluctance in his grip as he pulled away. Hand clenching into a fist, you try to preserve the sensation of his palm against yours for a while longer.

“Still not working?”

Victor sighs. “No.”

“We can always go elsewhere to eat, Victor. It doesn’t make sense for you to be cooking in the first place when this meal is meant to make up for my botched apology dinner.”

“No. I won’t stand for any interruptions this time.” The vehemence of his reaction makes your eyes widen. Voice softening, Victor continues, “Help me look for candles.”

“Shouldn’t you know where they’re kept? You own this place,” you ask, sweeping the beam of your smartphone’s flashlight over murky shapes in cupboards and drawers.

“Should I also know the contents of every storage closet in LFG Tower? I own that too.”

“Don’t get cheeky, Mr. Li.”

“That line should be reserved for you.” Then, after a beat of silence, “Mr. Mills stocks the restaurant and does most of the prep work. And I told you not to call me Mr. Li.”

Chuckling inwardly at how easy it was to rile this man up, you finally notice a few candles at the back of a shelf. Tiptoeing in your stilettos and extending your arm, your fingertips dance towards them to come up an inch short.

Then suddenly, a bloom of warmth on bare skin: Victor’s hand is on your lower back, exposed in the dress he had chosen for you with desire in his eyes.

The man presses closer behind you, one long arm reaching overhead for the candle while the other snaked around your waist. There, in the darkness, his proximity silences every thought but one:

How wonderful the hard lines of his body would feel melded against the curves of yours.

Lingering a beat longer than propriety would’ve dictated, Victor’s breath is warm and comforting at the crown of your head. When he finally pulls away, the featherlight drag of his fingertips across the skin of your back sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine…and blood rushing to his rapidly hardening cock.

For it had taken the stoic CEO every shred of self-control to remain composed when he first laid eyes on you that evening — perfection incarnate in an updo and that red dress, smiling to see him roll up in his Bugatti. And when he noticed the tendrils that fell loose at the nape of your neck, the sudden weakness in his knees made him grateful to have already been seated.

Sharp and short-lived, the smell of sulphur assails your nose when Victor strikes a match, light throwing amplified shadows that danced across the walls as the wick of a pillar candle caught flame. When you lift your gaze to see his handsome face framed by a golden glow — the violet-indigo of twin irises intense as he held your gaze across the wavering light — you forget how to breathe.

So…slowly pressing his lips to yours…Victor does it for you.

Satin flesh growing more and more passionate as it slid against yours, Victor’s attempt to convey the sincerity of his intent leaves you sighing into his kiss. And as his tongue traces the seam of your lips before slipping in to explore that smart mouth, one large hand finds itself in your hair and the other on your chin — tilting to deepen the kiss.

“I’m famished.”

Deep voice husky as he whispers in between planting kisses at the corners of your lips, you are on the verge of protesting about how Victor could even be thinking about food at a time like this when he clarifies, “I’ve hungered for you for so long.”

The neediness in his voice is surprising. And incredibly arousing.

Pulling back, you study his face: pupils wide and pink dusting the sharp angles of his cheekbones — the heady mixture of desire and vulnerability in those features seeping into your consciousness to transform into a yearning so basic and strong. One that only Victor could satisfy.

Perhaps it was the absurdity of the situation you found yourselves in, dressed to the nines in the kitchen of an empty restaurant. Or maybe something whispered in dark corners of the dimly lit space to goad you on. Because somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought of crossing the point of no return excited you, made you brave…bold enough to take what you wanted.

And you wanted him.

So you place your hands on his chest to palpate the pounding beneath firm muscle, the heat of his body permeating the black dress shirt that did little to conceal his physique: hard masculinity beckoning to your fingers to run down that perfect torso until they traced the V-shaped angles at his hips, leading towards the buckle of his belt.

Then, looking up at Victor’s flushed face, you ask, “Help me out of this dress?”

Gripping the ledge of the stainless steel prep table, you sigh as Victor presses a kiss to the nape of your neck, nimble fingers unhooking the clasp just below with ease.

And when silk starts to slip from skin, you look over one shoulder to throw a coy glance at the man before bending to slide the dress the rest of the way down — the lascivious sight earning you a barely suppressed moan from Victor’s lips.

“Leave those on.”

He stops you in the middle of reaching for the suspenders on your garter belt, eyes roaming approvingly over the sight of you naked save for the stockings and stilettos he himself had hand-picked…and the thin strip of black lace that teased from between your legs.

“Perfect.”

Mesmerized by long fingers undoing button after button, you barely register Victor’s comment as you watch, frozen, as his shirt falls from broad shoulders. And when his muscular arms finally wrap you in their embrace, the touch of his bare skin on yours propels the blood through your veins to animate you once more — bending to the will of his hand burying in your hair, strands tumbling loose around that grip as he drew you in for another kiss.

On the lips.

Notch of your neck.

The sensitive tip of each breast.

Breath trailing hot as his lips kissed lower and lower beneath your navel.

“Hmm, Victor!”

Voice coming out in a coquettish whine so foreign to your ears, embarrassment is the last thing on your mind as you run your fingers through Victor’s thick, black hair; your sole concern focused on encouraging the man kneeling between your legs, his hands securing you against the tremble in your knees as he tasted you through the lace of your underwear.

“Delicious,” Victor murmurs, and with each lick, your inhibitions shed layer by layer until you thought nothing of reaching up to caress your breasts, hand squeezing and fingers pinching as Victor’s name tumbled from your lips over and over again, drawing his attention to a sight that finally pushed him over the edge.

Lips shiny with his saliva and your arousal fell on yours aggressively as Victor rose and gripped the supple flesh of your ass, easily lifting you onto the satin lining of his overcoat, haphazardly thrown over the prep table.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, stockinged legs spread wide at the ledge and the heels of your stilettos knocking periodically against the side of the table as you watch Victor step out of his dress pants and underwear, wrapping one hand around a cock whose sheer size had you swallowing hard.

And when he sees you bite your lip, hair disheveled and lipstick smeared, one hand reaching down invitingly to hook your panties aside and reveal pink flesh that gleamed slick in candlelight — Victor is pulled completely, irrevocably, into your spell.

“Je t’aime,” Victor whispers in your ear before kissing you once again, greedily swallowing each of your moans as he slowly enters you, the wet heat of your pussy testing the limits of his control.

Stopping now and then, he admires the exertion and ecstasy written on your face as your body worked to accommodate him, muscles clenching and relaxing around his hard cock before you gasp to feel him finally buried to the hilt, your back arching at the sensation and nails digging into his shoulders.

Vaguely aware of the way Victor’s vigorous movements made the candle flicker at the side of the table, you found that you could care less if the room were to be doused in darkness again. Because every time you tried to open your eyes, the lids grew heavy with pleasure to hear his deep voice moan with almost animalistic satisfaction, the sound so erotic in conjunction with the wet echo of skin slapping against skin.

Heart already racing a million miles a minute, you almost expire when Victor unwraps your legs from around his waist to prop them against his shoulders instead, hot tongue licking along the length of your stockinged calves as he presses lower, deepening the angle at which he fucked you relentlessly.

And when the hard plane of his groin rubs against your clit at just the right pressure and frequency, the convulsions that overwhelm your body draws Victor’s pleasure from his, liquid heat mixing with yours as you savour the weight of Victor’s head resting on your chest, his hair damp with exertion.

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“Are you sure you’re not hungry, Victor? I’m starving!”

Victor smiles at the sight of you searching through the fridge in Souvenir’s kitchen, trying to salvage whatever food you could…his unbuttoned dress shirt revealing more of that perfect bottom in an enticing game of peekaboo every time you bent over to examine the contents of the crispers.

And still you had on those stockings and stilettos. Great investments, really. The CEO gives himself a mental pat on the back.

“YES! There’s pudding! Although the bowls aren’t nearly as interesting this time around,” you prod Victor as you approach him, tapping a spoon mischievously against your lips, curved up in a smile as you eyed him pulling up his boxer briefs.

“Hmm. I suppose you did work off enough calories tonight to merit dessert.”

“You know, you really are much more handsome when you keep your mouth shut.” Rolling your eyes, you ignore the furrow in his brows as you lift a spoonful of pudding to your lips, thinking you were so cool with your retort until you realize that some had dripped onto your chest.

But you weren’t the only one to notice; Victor already had his gaze fixed on your bared breasts as he approached, bending to lick the pudding off in one slow, sensual motion before saying,

“Actually, I think second helpings are in order.”

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 4 years

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BTS DRABBLE-Yoongi

Anon Request: One of the members has a baby born prematurely, and he visits the baby every day, until they get to come home for Christmas

Tags: BTS, BTS Drabble, my work, anon request, anon ask, Dad AU, Husband AU, min yoongi, yoongi x reader, yoongi x you, BTS as dads

Genre: Fluff, a touch of Angst

Title: Home for Christmas

DAY 1

The weak cry of a baby split the air of the delivery room, and suddenly everything melted into chaos, as the doctors began to yell over one another, a flurry of activity rising around you.

“The baby’s not breathing well, get an incubator!”

“Notify the NICU that we’re headed up immediately!”

“She’s bleeding pretty heavily over here! Someone give me something to get this under control!”

You laid on the delivery table, as some of the doctors and nurses gathered around you, trying to control the excessive after delivery bleeding, and the other half gathered around your newly born baby girl, encased in an incubator, her skin blue tinted even from across the room where you lay.

“Yoongi, Yoongi! Our baby!” You felt panic rise in your chest at not being able to see her, hold her, know what was wrong with her. You grasped your husband’s hand in trembling fingers, and met his own worried and panicked gaze with wide eyes, shiny with tears, as you felt yourself gasping out, “Don’t let her go alone! Go with her! Please!”

“But Jagi, you...” He began to say, his lips drawn into a thin line as he looked between his wife and newborn daughter, as the nursing staff readied to take her upstairs to the NICU, clearly torn on what he should do.

“Yoongs. Please.” You said weakly, starting to shiver as the pain meds were beginning to wear off, squeezing his hand with as much strength as you could muster in the moment. When he finally looked at you again, his eyes dark with concern, his hair falling over his forehead, you whispered to him, “Please go with her. I’ll be okay.”

Nodding, he squeezed your fingers between his own one last time, before he reluctantly let go, and with one last worried look back at you on the table, he followed your baby upstairs and out of your sight.

DAY 4

“You’re so pretty, baby girl. Yes you are.” You cooed quietly, sitting in the somber and silent atmosphere of the NICU, as you leaned forward in your recliner and put a hand through the hole in the side of the incubator. Stroking a careful finger down the baby’s tiny and fragile arm, her skin soft underneath your touch, you watched as she steadily breathed in and out, the respirator tubes spouting from her mouth, her eyes tightly screwed shut, as she fidgeted slightly in her sleep, her tiny fists clenching before relaxing again.

“You doing okay over here, Mrs. Min? Need anything right now?”

You glanced up as one of the nurses made her rounds, giving you a soft smile as she watched you touch your baby, careful to avoid all the tubing and needles and equipment that surrounded her small body. Shaking your head and offering her a smile of your own, you said softly, “I’m all right for now. But thank you, Soo-young.”

She nodded, and then asked, “Will your husband be back at his normal time today then?”

You smiled at the thought of Yoongi coming to see you, breaking up the long hours of silence and boredom, as you sat beside your daughter’s incubator, and nodded back at her, a twinkle in your eye. “Yes. He’s coming over right after practice. Like usual.”

Offering you another smile, the nurse left you alone, and it was only moments later, your pinky finger still clenched tightly in your daughter’s tiny fist, that you felt a heavy hand go on your shoulder and a familiar voice whisper in your ear, “Hey, jagi.”

“Yoongs.” You breathed out in relief, as he moved to sit on the chair in front of you, reaching out to take your hand in his as he glanced over at the sleeping baby.

You intertwined your fingers with his, the feel of his warm skin comforting after a long day, and he glanced over at you, offering you a lopsided small smile as he murmured, “How’s she doing today?”

“They said she’s improving. She’s better.” You sighed out, squeezing his hand in yours, before you smiled at him and said warmly, “But we’re both better now that you’re here.”

DAY 10

“Okay, so we’re going to be taking Jag-eun off of the respirator today.”

The doctor explained, as he slipped on a pair of gloves and the nurse opened the top of the incubator to give him access to your daughter.

Yoongi squeezed your shoulder, and you reached up to cover his hand with yours as you asked nervously, “Will it hurt her?”

The doctor shook his head, as he began to untape some of the breathing tubes carefully from the delicate skin of your daughter’s cheeks. “No, it will just be a bit uncomfortable. And most babies don’t like it, so she’ll probably cry, but we’re not hurting her.”

Swallowing hard, you felt Yoongi press a comforting kiss against your temple as you both watched the doctor motion to the nurse. Your daughter, waking at the bustle of activity around her, screwed up her dark eyes against the bright light, and kicked her tiny newborn feet slightly, already beginning to slightly fuss as the doctor took the breathing tube firmly in his fingers.

“You ready, mom and dad?” The doctor questioned, and you couldn’t bring yourself to nod, but you felt Yoongi do so against your shoulder, giving them the okay.

Pulling the tube out of the baby’s mouth in one smooth motion, the doctor looked pleased with the results, as Jag-eun began to cry almost immediately, her tiny face going pink and large crocodile tears oozing down her cheeks as she waved her fists in the air.

The cries hurt your heart, and you knew Yoongi felt the same, as he stiffened behind you, both of you itching to pick her up.

The doctor, however, seemed pleased at her reaction, as they resettled her into the incubator, wrapping her warmly back up in her blankets before he offered you both a smile and said, “That went very well. She’s well on her way to getting to go home now.”

DAY 22

“(F/N)! Did I miss it?!’

You heard your husband’s breathless voice say, as he came barreling into the NICU, slightly breathless, and looking as if he had run all the way to the hospital from the studio.

Grinning at him, as the nurse looked up at his sudden entrance, you shook your head and said, motioning to him to sit beside you, “No. We waited for you.”

He sat down heavily in the chair and caught his breath, as the nurse, at your nod, reached in to the open incubator and carefully picked up your swaddled daughter, careful not to pull the tubes from her IVS or feeding tube as she held her out to you.

You itched to hold her, but glancing over at Yoongi, watching the scene with bated breath, his eyes sparkling as he looked at his daughter, love and awe clearly written across his normally inexpressive features, you knew. He needed to hold her first.

“Let daddy have her first.” You sat back in your chair, motioning to Yoongi as he looked at you with surprise on his face, before he glanced back to the smiling nurse, as she moved around the incubation station to hand the baby to him.

“She needs to be kept warm, so you’ll want to put her in your shirt, against your skin, if you’re comfortable with that.” The nurse said helpfully, as she settled the baby into Yoongi’s large hands.

Nodding, his movements cautious, as the nurse assisted, he slid the baby down the neck of his shirt, so that she was held in a pouch against his bare chest, her face nuzzled into the warm skin of his neck. “She’s so tiny.” He breathed out, not looking at you, as he carefully held his daughter against him with large palms and splayed fingers across her back. She grunted slightly, shifting within the blankets to get comfortable, and he grinned a gummy smile a the adorable noises, looking down at her with such pride on his face, that you felt warmth bloom through your stomach.

“You’re the best thing, besides your mom, that’s ever happened to me, Little Min. You know that?” He said, slightly under his breath, as he finally glanced over at you, smiling at you warmly as he say you watching them with love in your eyes. He looked down at the baby again, snuggled against him, and ran one long finger over her soft, dark head of hair, as he murmured out, “The very best.”

DAY 46

“Yoongs. You don’t need to drive this slow you know. She’s in a carseat.” You laughed as you glanced to the front seat, your husband’s glare meeting yours in the rear view mirror as you teased him.

“I know, I know. I’m just nervous. This is a big deal.”

Finally, after what felt like forever, you pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building, and Yoongi got out to open the back seat door for you both, as you tucked the blankets snugly down around the sleeping baby in the carseat before exiting the warm car into the chilly Seoul air.

He took the carseat from you, pressing a kiss to your head, and offering you his free hand, as you walked up the steps to your apartment. Pausing to release you, only for a moment, he unlocked the door and stepped aside to let you enter first.

Taking a deep breath of the air that smelt so much like home, you stepped into the slightly darkened apartment and stopped in your tracks, your hand moving up to cover your mouth in disbelief as you caught sight of your living room.

You were aware that Yoongi had stepped in behind you, and had closed the door, but your vision was suddenly blurry with tears, as you turned to him and said hoarsely, “Yoongs. I had no idea!”

He shrugged slightly, setting the still sleeping baby in the carseat down on the floor, and moved to wrap his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder and pressing a kiss to the curve of your neck as he said softly, “Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it.” You breathed out, once again looking around the room, decorated in brightly lit Christmas lights, stockings, and complete with a large tree in one corner, presents piled high beneath its green branches. “I didn’t even think we’d do Christmas this year. Did you do all of this?”

He chuckled, the sound low in your ear, and then scoffed slightly, as he squeezed his arms around your middle before he said in amusement, “Me? No way. I’m shit at this stuff, you know that. I paid J-Hope to do it all.”

Laughing, you turned to face him, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you leaned in to press a gentle kiss against his lips. You were home. For Christmas. With everyone that you loved. And it was perfect.

You heard your daughter stir in her carseat, and pulling away from him with a smile, you whispered, “Merry Christmas, Yoongi. Merry Christmas.”

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joonsdragoneyes · 4 years

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My One and Only [1][M]

{Yandere!Yoongi x Student!Reader}

{18+}

Warnings: Mentions of violence, language, mentions of stalking, mentions of drugging/drug use, mentions of murder, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of voyeurism, mentions of manipulation/obsession/jealousy, smut at some point maybe, warnings may be added as series progresses depending on content of the chapter

Word count: 2.1k

*A/N: This is my first full series, so please let me know what I can improve on! Also, this was proof read but some things still might have been missed, so apologies for any errors! Also I can’t write teenagers texting lmao sorry if it’s awkward

“Please, don’t go.”

Min Yoongi has been your friend for as long as you can remember. He was calm, patient, quiet, understanding; he was comforting. He was warm, and you tried your best to show off this warmth to everyone you could. He got along with everyone, but for some reason still seemed to chose you every time the choice came up. Now, here he was, in the same university as you in a room right down the hall. You didn’t mind though, it was nice to have a friend around. Everything was going well- that is until a student suddenly goes missing. The campus now shut down, you have nowhere to run- nowhere to turn to except to your dear friend. He had always promised to keep you safe and protect you.

After all, he loves you you’re his best friend.

Voices echoed off the walls, many thousands of conversations overlapping and meshing together. You clutched the little pamphlet in your hands, moving steadily through the hot room as you tried to find the desk you were supposed to have been at 5 minutes ago. An air conditioner hummed from somewhere in the background, but you couldn’t tell if you were sweaty from your nerves or if it wasn’t working. You were glad, though, that due to the heat, you had avoided wearing makeup. The thought of all of that time and effort being sweat off was mildly distressing, especially since you’d be in this room all day. You didn’t want someone’s first impression of you to be your sweaty, smeared face- that’d be horrifying, especially if they ended up being your roommate. Where was this desk? In your moment of zoning out, you realized you weren’t going anywhere. Pausing, you began to look around for anything that resembled a desk, or a table, something. You couldn’t get into your room without an I.D and password, so, reluctantly, you went to find someone who could help you. Unfolding the pamphlet, you approached, smiling a bit as the woman turned slightly in your direction. “Excuse me.” You piped up, holding up the thick paper. “Where do I get my I.D and password? I’ve been here for a while and need to get to my room.” The woman in front of you smiled, small dimples appearing on her cheeks as she gently grabbed the sides of the pamphlet. Her slender fingers crinkled the thick paper ever so slightly as she pointed to the small map at the top. “I haven’t gotten mine yet, but I saw them in this corner over here. There’s about three of them just for I.D’s, so I think it’s by your last name.-” She began, her fingers moving slowly around with each word. “-But you should be able to get your password and schedule from the same table. If not, it might be in your building.” “Thank you so much.” Your eyes dropped to her outstretched hand as you put the pamphlet away. Slowly, you took it, her hand firmly gripping yours instantly. “What’s your name?” She chirped. She seemed to radiate happiness and confidence, and this handshake alone brought you comfort. “Y/N.” You responded. “That’s pretty. I’m Laura. I hope we see each other again, but good luck on getting into your room.” _______________

The card reader let out a soft beep as you finally finished pressing the buttons. After five or so failed attempts, you were in, already tired from the great distance it took to get here. You were almost on the last floor, and just your luck, the elevator is down for the week. Wandering around the space, you looked everything over, contemplating on whether you needed to bring every box. A sudden knock on the door brought you back to reality. A figure was standing in the doorway, you wondering who it was in your haste. You didn’t even remember leaving the door open until it suddenly clicked, a smile spreading across your face as you finally realized. “Yoongi!” You ran over, practically bouncing with excitement. “Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?” He must’ve grown his hair out over the summer. His dark blue hair was gone, replaced with shiny, black strands- standing up as if he just rolled out of bed. His cheeks and nose were slightly pink from the sun, his eyes smiling as he did. “You had no interest in attending a University, I’m so surprised.” “I changed my mind.” He laughed at your excitement. “I didn’t say anything until I knew for sure I’d be here because I wanted to surprise you and didn’t want you to be disappointed if I didn’t.” He paused, seeming to think about something for a second before continuing. “I was just unpacking and thought I heard your voice down the hall, I’m in 823.” “Unpacking must’ve been easy for you; you didn’t usually bring a lot of things around.” You laughed slightly. “I was just wondering how I’d bring everything up when you got here.” He looked somewhat past you at those words, taking in the sight of your empty room before returning his gaze to you. “I’ll help, just let me finish with mine. You can come to sit in there if you want until then; it won’t be very long.” You nodded, following behind him down the hall, the carpet soft under your sandals. You were surprised to see the kitchen already fully stocked, the hardwood floor creaking slightly under both of your feet. His roommate could be heard in the next room hanging something up, music playing softly from both rooms. “Sit wherever you’d like.” Climbing the ladder, you sat on his bed, leaning over the railing to watch him. Multiple large pillows covered his bed, his thick blanket poking over the sides. Lights shone from under the bed, the music louder from his open laptop as he quickly put everything in small drawers. A few more boxes remained the labels written hastily. The smaller box could hardly be made out, something along the lines of ‘electronics/ extension chords,’ but the others could scarcely even be read. Your curiosity was getting the best of you, but you didn’t want to ask. After all, it might be something personal. “You ready?” He piped up; his head craned up to see you. He looked so small from up here. “Already? That was fast. What about the other boxes?” “It’s just clothes and extension chords. I can do those later.” He grinned, watching you slowly climb down. “You can drop your bag off at your room, and we’ll go.” You could feel him watching you as you went into your room. Your roommate still hadn’t arrived, but you closed the door just in case. “Alright.” “You think you’ll need a cart?” Yoongi asked, hands sliding into his front pockets as you both trotted quickly down the stairs. His hair bounced with each step. “No, we should carry them. I don’t think we’d be able to get the cart up the stairs.” You laughed a bit. He pushed the door open, watching you as you walked by. His eyes were soft, the brown of his eyes melting in the sun, his teeth on full display as he grinned. “Ah, it’s hot.” He whined a bit, finally letting the door close behind him. It was pretty hot, you had to admit, and it seemed only to be climbing. When you arrived, it was only 80 (26 °C) but had shot up to about 95 (35 °C), and you were still sweating from earlier despite the many air conditioners in the building. Despite your t-shirt and shorts, you were still uncomfortable, and based on the soft complaints from Yoongi, so was he. “If we’re quick, we can take a break and go sit in the common area, maybe get some ice cream as well to cool off.” You suggested, quickly opening the trunk of your car to reveal the many boxes held within. Yoongi let out a soft grunt of agreement, your shoulders softly bumping together as he leaned in to grab one of the more massive boxes immediately. “You didn’t bring much, huh?” He observed, his knees buckling slightly under the weight of the moving boxes. “Thought I could buy anything else I needed.” The card reader beeped as you pressed your back pocket against it, the cold air hitting you as Yoongi forced the door open with his foot. He let out a soft grunt as he held it open, waiting for you to walk inside. You only told him to go ahead, moving your hips close so he could grab your key tied around your belt loop. “You’ve got the heavier box, just go ahead.” Reluctantly, he grabbed your key, making his way up the many stairs quickly. You set your box down by the door, propping it open as you ran back to get more small boxes. At this rate it'd take forever, and you were hot and sweaty.

Beginning to stack the boxes on each other, you picked them up, your own knees buckling as you made your way up the stairs behind him.

The common area was surprisingly quiet; only a few smaller groups of friends sprawled out on couches. It was somewhat late in the day now, and orange light was beginning to flood in through the large, open windows. The smell of food from some of the smaller shops and the on-campus convenience store filled your senses as you turned your meal card over in your hands.

"What do you want?" Yoongi piped up next to you. "It's not even the first day yet, so much isn't open." He pointed out, his slender fingers playing with his own meal card. You looked the different shops over, your stomach growling. "Anything."

Yoongi looked up at you before eyeing the shops as well. "Here, find a seat and I'll get us something." You nodded, quickly shuffling to find a table, a couch- somewhere to sit. The larger tables were taken already, and the others simply weren't set up yet. After what felt like hours of searching you settled on a small love-seat by the window, still surprised by how little seating was available, despite the very few people actually present.

You quickly plopped down, the cushion and pillows surprisingly soft under you. Your phone let out a couple of pings, two messages from your friend popping up the second your screen came on.

U want anythn 2 drink?

Wait ill get u a water

You started to respond before your phone pinged again, a soft snort escaping as you read it.

Holy shit they got th fancy water

The picture attached was slightly blurred, two large bottles of water easily resting in his slender hands, his fingers delicately curled around them. By the small basket in his hand, you assumed he went to the store instead of one of the small restaurants. The basket seemed pretty full, too, at least by blurry image standards.

Bro what'd u get?

You nearly dropped your phone in your eagerness to respond, your eyes fixated on the three dots that popped up immediately after. You were so ready to eat by now you were getting impatient.

U almost done?

The dots vanished, and then started again.

Surprise. Nd yea, in line behind someone lmao What r u hungry or smth

Hell yea bro i havnt eaten all day

A hand on your shoulder suddenly made you jump, a laugh escaping from someone else at the noise you let out. You looked up, flustered. Yoongi was standing there above you, his iconic smile on full display, his eyes smiling with him.

"I'm sorry." He laughed. "I didn't mean to scare you." He plopped down next to you, two large bags in hand. "Ah, you're shaky. I'm so sorry."

His fingers gently slid over your hand, his eyes as soft as his voice as they gently slid in between your own fingers, gripping tightly. "You okay?"

You nodded, gently freeing your hand as you set your phone down next to you. "Yeah, I'm okay. Don't worry, I'm fine, you just really got me." You chuckled, looking at the bags he had clutched tightly in his hands.

“What’cha got there?”

He paused, his cheeks pink, eyes wide as he slowly came back from where he seemingly zoned out. He blinked rapidly, the color growing more intense on his cheeks.

"I got us both waters, some chips and cookies, they had sandwiches in there-" He spoke quickly, his words smooth and rhythmic as he pulled everything out one by one. "-I got us a lot. I didn't know what exactly you wanted so I just got different things."

By then a pile had built up on the couch, the lights flickering on as the light outside grew dimmer. The sun had set almost completely by then, leaving only the two of you and another small group left in the room. You were both growing tired, but didn't want to go back upstairs just yet.

The crinkling of various bags filled the room, the laughter from both of you barely drowned out as you both tiredly ate your fill. It was only interrupted as Yoongi let out a soft yawn, your eyes heavy as you looked at him.

"Guess that means we should go to bed. It's dark out anyway." You yawned as well. "Thank you for the food." You grinned. "I'll pay you back."

"No need." He insisted. "I'll walk you to your room then." He picked up the mess you both made, throwing it away before turning to face you as you both headed to the stairwell.

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skin--slave · 4 years

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Marilyn Manson Albums as Jello Shot Recipes

Portrait Of An American Family:

2 pkg shoplifted jello, red or purple

2 cups water

1 cup pineapple vodka from the bottle dad keeps in the garage

Microwave one cup of water in a yellow Tupperware bowl for 2 minutes. Burn hands taking it out. Dump jello powder in. Stir until dissolved. Pour vodka in. Get a huge hit of alcohol vapor in the face. Put lid on container and put a piece of masking tape on it that says "Brussels sprouts." Refrigerate in the crisper under the celery until 2am. Add remaining cup of water to the vodka bottle and put it back. Enjoy lumpy sludge from permanently-stained bowl in the dark while playing air guitar along with your Walkman.

Smells Like Children:

1 pkg lime jello

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup hot tap water

1/4 cup Rebel Yell whiskey

1/4 cup cherry brandy

1/2 cup beer

Don't bother heating the water. It's probably hot enough. Add jello and gelatin. Stir. Realize it's not hot enough, but refuse to heat it up. Let it sit on the counter while you collect the other ingredients. Stir some more. Add alcohol. Keep stirring. Note that it's now a disgusting greenish brown and smells like a public men's room. Put the bowl in the refrigerator with no lid. Go out with friends and vandalize things. Come home drunk. Wake up with empty bowl beside you in bed.

Antichrist Superstar:

1 pkg cherry jello

1 pkg grape Flavor Aid

1 bottle (750ml) Taaka vodka

Open bottle. Carefully add jello and drink powder. Cover mouth of bottle with thumb. Shake vigorously until mixture turns black. Chug half. Pour remaining half on self. Throw bottle into the crowd.

Mechanical Animals:

1 pkg orange jello

1 pkg peach jello

1 cup water

1 and 1/4 cup Everclear, divided

1 can Mandarin oranges

Whipped cream

Plastic wine glasses

Run water through hotel coffee maker. Add jello to carafe. Stir until dissolved. Let mixture cool to room-temperature. Meanwhile, drain orange segments and pat dry on a white bathroom towel. Give zero fucks about the orange stains. Put oranges in a paper coffee cup and pour 1/4 cup Everclear over. Jerk off while they steep. Add remaining liquor to carafe and stir. Divide infused orange segments between glasses. Pour jello mix over the top. Place in hotel refrigerator until after the show. Enjoy jello and very impressed groupies with whipped cream.

Holy Wood (In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death):

1 pkg instant chocolate pudding

1 cup chocolate liquor

1 cup milk

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1/2 cup water

1/4 cup coffee liquor

Plastic cups

Whisk milk and chocolate liquor until well blended. Add pudding mix and continue whisking until completely dissolved. Pour pudding into cups, leaving ample headroom. Refrigerate at least 30 mins. Sprinkle gelatin over water in heat-safe container. Let stand at least 10 minutes while watching the news. Heat gelatin mixture until melted. Stir to dissolve. Set container in fridge to cool. Read the newspaper. Add coffee liquor to gelatin mixture. Pour over pudding in cups. Refrigerate 2hrs or until high school lets out. Enjoy the juxtaposition of childhood desserts with the bitterness and poison of adulthood.

The Golden Age Of Grotesque:

2 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup water

1/4 cup gin

1/2 cup champagne

2 Tbs fresh lemon juice

2 Tbs simple syrup

Individual half-sphere molds

Fresh lemon zest, black edible glitter and sugared violets for garnish

Sprinkle gelatin over water in a bain-marie (or a double boiler if you're poor). Let stand 10 minutes while you pick out your eye shadow. Heat gradually, stirring to dissolve. Allow to cool slightly. Add lemon juice, simple syrup, gin and champagne. Pour into half-sphere molds and refrigerate until firm (about 3 hours or as long as it takes to do your makeup). Carefully unmold. Press the base into black edible glitter and arrange on a serving platter. Top each with lemon zest and a single violet. Enjoy with people who deserve you.

Eat Me, Drink Me:

1 pkg strawberry jello

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup water

1 cup Kraken black rum

Fresh strawberries

Dipping chocolate, optional

Using a strawberry huller or paring knife, carefully cut the centers from strawberries. Hollow each berry out to mirror the hole in your heart. Save tops. Place each berry in a small paper cup to hold upright. Heat water and add gelatin to dissolve. Allow to cool slightly. Add rum and stir well. Transfer to a container with a spout for ease of pouring. Carefully fill each berry with gelatin mixture, just as your life is filled with failures and disappointments. Replace tops to hide the darkness. Refrigerate until firm, crying as necessary. Dip berries in chocolate if desired. Serve to those who have hurt you so that they can know what it is to find the inevitable black center of every romance.

The High End Of Low:

1 pkg blue raspberry jello

1 pkg watermelon or strawberry jello

1 cup water, divided

1 bottle (750ml) alcohol of choice

Heat 1/2 cup water in each of 2 separate coffee mugs. Wonder why you own coffee mugs when you don't drink coffee. Overthink that as a metaphor for life. Realize the water's getting cold. Add 1 jello pkg to each. Stir slowly, watching the granules try to dissolve. What's that sound? Answer the phone. Insist that you're fine. Go back to staring at the jello mixtures. Absently add one to the other, playing with the colors. Decide to see how the mixture looks on a canvas. Take the bottle with you. Close the door. Stay there for 3 days. Do not enjoy it.

Born Villain:

2 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup water

1/2 cup Smirnoff vodka, any flavor

2-3 tsp each magnesium citrate, pickle or sauerkraut juice, Sprite, liquid sweetener, salt water, Tabasco, clam juice, apple or grape juice, clear liquors in various flavors

1 pkg (4 colors: red, blue, yellow, green) liquid food coloring

Small paper cups

Twister spinner

Sprinkle gelatin over water in glass 2-cup measuring cup. Let stand 10 minutes. Microwave 1 minute. Stir to dissolve. Let cool slightly. Meanwhile, add 1 tsp of an assorted liquid to each cup. Arrange randomly on a table. Add vodka to gelatin mixture and stir. Pour into prepared cups. Add a drop of food coloring to each cup, alternating colors. Stir each with a toothpick. Refrigerate 2 hours or until set. Invite people over. Take turns spinning and choosing shots. Wait for someone to vomit or shit their pants. Call it performance art. Enjoy thourally.

The Pale Emperor:

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1/2 cup water, divided

4 sugar cubes or 4 tsp sugar

1/2 cup Powers Irish whiskey

16 dashes Agnostura bitters

1 tsp orange zest, optional

Sprinkle gelatin over 1/4 cup water. Let stand 10 minutes. Heat remaining water. Add sugar and stir to dissolve. Don't worry if there are some granules left. You're a grown man. Add hot syrup to gelatin mixture. Stir to dissolve gelatin. Add orange zest if desired. Stir in whiskey and bitters. Refrigerate until set. Enjoy alone while taking stock of your life and feeling good about your accomplishments.

Heaven Upside Down:

1 pkg watermelon or strawberry jello

1 pkg blue raspberry jello

1 cup water, divided

2/3 cup decent vodka, divided

6-10 ice cubes

Gold edible glitter

Heat 1/2 cup water in each of 2 separate containers. Add one pkg of jello to each. Stir well and let cool. Lightly oil a standard loaf pan and place in the freezer to chill. Add 1/3 cup vodka to each cooled gelatin mixture. Stir well. Add 3-5 ice cubes to each bowl and stir until ice melts. Gelatin should be thickened but not set. Spoon randomly into chilled pan. Tap bottom of pan against counter to reduce air pockets. Refrigerate 1 hr or until set. Unmold onto a platter and slice. Sprinkle with glitter. Enjoy with loyal friends.

#marilyn manson albums as #marilyn manson #jelloshots #recipes #sorry long post #im on mobile #so no breaks 😒#but i thought you might like these #been thinking about making jello shots for st patricks day #jello is good for you #and so is marilyn manson #😏😏😏#pickman got freaked out i think bc my knee got fucked while i was working out and i yelped and cursed #he was waiting when i came upstairs #and hes been clingy ever since #so while he was laying on my tiddies being a very sweet boy #i made dis #q

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veliseraptor · 4 years

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Tagged by @winepresswrath in meme - thanks! I did this instead of working on my writing goals and now I’m going to be up too late.

Rules: Answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you wanna know better.

1. Name: Elise, if you’re nasty.

2. Nickname: Lise, is the main one, partly because no one pronounces the first vowel of my name right and generally ends up just eliding the schwa; I was previously known as Min for a long stretch of my internet career.

3. Zodiac sign: “The Pisces supervillain is the most attuned to the subtleties of human interaction, and therefore, capable of the most sadistic forms of evil.”

4. Height: 5′6″

5. Languages: English, I took three years of Latin in college and remember bits and pieces of it, mostly grammatical because I’m shit at vocabulary, a little bit of Norwegian, I’m working on Hebrew, sort of, but it’s been a while.

6. Nationality: US-ian.

7. Favourite season: Seasons where I don’t feel like I’m going to die of heat, so basically all of them other than summer. Well, I’m okay with summer when the temperature stays under 80 degrees or I have a proximate body of water I can throw myself into, but otherwise, not a fan.

8. Favourite flower: for a long time my stock answer for this was “iris” and that’s still kinda true, but I also find that I gravitate less toward flowers these days generally and more toward other greenery, especially trees. If pressed, though...cherry trees are lovely, of course. And I’m weirdly fond of trilliums.

9. Favourite scent: cedar or pine, ocean smell, fresh water (like, the smell of a clean stream, you know?)

10. Favourite colour: Variants of turquoise, mostly, but also dark purple, dark green, and combinations of both with black.

11. Favourite animals: anything canine, anything pinniped, anything cephalopod.

12. Favourite fictional character: If anyone has ever called a character a “problematic fave” I probably love them. My type is so reliably predictable that pretty much anyone who knows me can look at a piece of media and immediately peg which character will be my favorite. I’ve mostly given up on shame about this.

If I had to pick a few...right now since The Untamed is owning my heart it’s Wei Wuxian and the Gremlin Himself (Xue Yang); but long term as particularly near and dear I’d throw in Loki, Celegorm, Felix Harrowgate, and Maeglin. And I’m def forgetting people.

There’s a couple outliers in there like Rand al’Thor and my weird thing for Robb Stark (idk, okay, also this is bookverse specific I like the dumb kid one). Also Natasha Romanov (comics and MCU verse) and Laura Kinney (mostly the comics one).

I love a lot of characters, is the gist of this. But mostly the problematic ones.

13. Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Tea most often, though I have a special spot in my heart for hot chocolate. Coffee is the only real hard no.

14. Average hours of sleep: On average 7-8, though on a bad night I’ve been known to do 13-14.

15. Dog or cat: I love my cat but I vibe more generally with dogs as a class of creature. I like specific cats; I see a dog and I just get excited on principle.

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: As of my birthday, if I include the sheet, it’s two - a down comforter and a weighted blanket. The latter is currently my favorite thing and I’m so happy about it.

17. Dream tip: The only dreams I have that I remember are excruciatingly realistic and mostly concern real life anxieties, and are so vivid that I get confused about their veracity, or that one where I was trapped in a house full of centipedes that wouldn’t die, so I don’t feel like I’m qualified to give any tips, here.

18. Blog established: Discovered recently that it was October of 2010 and it’s just been downhill since then. I moved over from Livejournal, and I feel like you can tell by the fact that at least 60% of this blog is text posts about my feelings.

19. Followers: As of right now, 6,659 which is frankly nuts but there is no way of knowing how many of those are bots, I’ll just assume most of them.

20. Random fact: Other than that I’m terrible at coming up with random facts when I’m asked? I feel like it’s been a while since I mentioned that when I was in fifth grade I wrote a novel and submitted it to a publisher (Front Street, they are now, on a search, merged with Boyds Mills Press). I got back a rejection letter. Still have it.

I tag - @led-lite, @the-mirador, @vera-invenire, @sirjohnsmythe, @kiwimeringue, @orodrethsgeek, @punkfaery, @adhd-loki, @bereft-of-frogs and uhhhh anyone else who wants? I’m not gonna track down 20 names, that sounds like a lot.

#meme #i'm in a...peculiar mood at the moment #about me

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charity-angel · 5 years

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At the risk of tempting the universe/PTB to throw anything more at me, a brief summary of my weekend (with added background info that I bought my first house 2 months ago):

Saturday morning, arse o’clock: text from my mother saying she is sending my dad over and are there any jobs that need doing?

Yes, quite a few. Chief of which is I want to trace whatever fault means that half1 the spotlights in my kitchen aren’t working.2

Slightly later Saturday, more reasonable time: Dad arrives. Decides that since weather is nice, he's going to repair my back gate. Fair enough - it wasn't on my list, but it will mean I can actually open it whenever I need to rather than wrestling with it.

While helping him: Spot something that annoys me, and I have purchased the means to fix but not got around to actually doing it. The security light comes on no matter what time of day it is. It is currently broad daylight. Decide to amend this. Venture into basement, turn electricity off. Arm self with screwdrivers. Prepare to install switch rather than popping fuse out of wall all the time3.

Bit of swearing later: Fuse panel is off wall, but there is something going on outside. Venture out to find a guy out cold in the street running behind the terrace, with two teenage girls speaking to the 999 operator. As I kneel beside him to try and assess, he starts to come round - enough to say he doesn't want an ambulance. I try to get girls to not relay this to the operator, but they do and it's cancelled. He is CLEARLY still out of it. They hang up, go on their way, and he promptly passes out again.

Remind self of how to put someone into the recovery position. Lament that last time I did this it was a conscious, skinny PGCE student in her early twenties, and this is a grown-ass man who is not surreptitiously helping with the rolling over. I also can't get his hand under his head, so I hold his head up myself instead, while my dad finally decides I've been a while and rings 999 back4.

Takes them a while to get there. I think the call timer is over 20 mins. My back is in spasms, my left leg is going numb and pins & needles-y. The guy has vomited three times (thank fuck I rolled him). Paramedics manage to bring him round a bit - enough to get him to confess he's on methodone.

Ow, fucking ow: Have to go back to doing the electrical work, since the power is off and my dad now needs to charge the drill. Set about attaching the cables to the right bits. Discover that the cabling is too short to reach one of the terminals on the new switch. Fuck. Re-install fuse plate. Turn power back on. Thank whoever is listening that I don't seem to have screwed anything up.

Saturday, 2:45: Lunch. I have frozen bread, and a shit-load of eggs. Scrambled eggs on toast it is.

Maybe 3:15?: Dad sets about re-seating curtain pole in the spare room, with decent rawlplugs so that it will take the weight of the curtain my mum is making for it.

Not long later: That's done with minimal fuss5. Dad muses that could do with putting the rail back on the stairs6.

Couple of minutes later: Persuade him that could actually do with lifting the floor since I'd quite like to be able to see in the kitchen after nightfall, whereas the handrail is a minor inconvenience. We begin.

At this point, it is worth noting that I had tried this myself on Thursday evening only to discover the floor appears to be chipboard rather than floorboards. Also it is worth noting that the carpet was laid and then the skirting boards put down over it.

Half an hour later?: Free enough of the carpet to realise that the bed needs to be moved. And by moved, I mean effectively dismantled.

Another hour?: Bed semi-dismantled and on its side7, room totally rearranged. More skirting boards unscrewed, silicon sealant peeled from the walls, skirtings removed8, carpet screws removed, carpet rolled up as much as possible. We manage to prise one of the bits of chipboard up, only to realise that: a) the original floorboards are still mostly there underneath (although mostly not under this particular bit), and b) the majority of the fucking things have not only been screwed down over the floorboards, but also GLUED. I shit you not. Also that some of the boards extend underneath the plasterboard9 wall

We decide this is a bigger job than us and have to at least put the flooring back down and move things we had moved from there into my room back so I can at least get into bed. We decide not to do anything else as it will only need moving again.

Around 6pm: My poor dad heads home. I discover I have a stray text from my mum about half an hour earlier asking if he's still with me.

Not long later: Run bath. Pour self bowl of tesco's coco pops in lieu of meal I haven't got the spoons to cook.10

Ominous message from mother: She is coming over tomorrow to hang the curtain, and set the spare room right again.

Sunday, about 9am: Ow. Owowowowow. Break out the painkillers. Fuck. Browse AO3 for Rose/Ten fics since I have just binged their season and I have feels, okay?

11:30: Text from mother: she is heading over around 1: do I want anything picking up at the temperance bar since she is going?11

Around 12: Decide should get dressed. Painkillers doing their job. Get clean jeans since she is dragging me out for curtain hoops. I might not drive, but I at least know where I'm going.12

12:15: spot a big, ominous wet patch above my bedroom door that is just about to start dripping. FUCK!

Shove water cup under the impending drip, grab towel and slightly larger container, replace cup. Grab bigger container and head for loft access hatch.

Realise loft access is behind all this shit we moved around in the spare room yesterday. Double fuck. Set about moving it elsewhere so I can get in.

12:30:Ring Dad and ask if he can bring over his big set of stepladders as I suspect I probably could get myself into the attic space13, but would break my neck coming back down. Also I need a torch that is not my phone. He laments that Mum has taken the big car. I call her instead, get her to head home and stock up on essentials (ladders, torch, Dad). I decide to change into yesterday's scruffy jeans since this isn't likely to be a clean job.

About 1-1:15: They arrive, and my dad manoeuvres himself into the attic. This is impressive and just a lot of a dangerous move or two involved. It takes a second person (read: me), which means I have no chance of getting up there myself.

Issue is with the chimney stack and can't actually get a bucket under it. But by the light of my phone14 he can see multiple other issues. Although he does move a slate back into place so I can't see daylight between it and its next-door neighbour. Bless him.

2:15: decide to get some lunch and the curtain hoops. Head into town. Can't park15 Mum decides she isn't hungry, drops us at Costa (it's open, at least) and goes to get the hoops herself.

3-ish: Get back. Sort spare room so it is habitable. Because there is still a drip from my bedroom doorframe, so guess where I'm suddenly sleeping tonight. Hang curtain16.

4-ish: Decide to actually put the handrail back, so we can feel we've at least achieved something useful. This turns out to be a bigger job than anticipated because the fucking plaster keeps falling apart and the rawlplugs won't hold properly. And the ones that will, we don't have screws the right size for. I mean...

5:30-ish: Rail is up. They leave. I run bath as everything is ouch.

7-ish: Can no longer ignore fact that I can hear dripping in the bathroom. Get out while bath is still full to try and work out where the fuck it is coming from. Take side panel off bath17. Not obvious. The outlet pipe has drippy bits all along it. Can't get a container under it. Yay.

Shove microfibre cloth under just to try and contain dripping. Suspect the joint in the pipe where new plumbing has been connected to older is the issue, but seems to be from both bloody ends of the joint piece.

7:45-ish: Drain bath, turn shower on so can wash hair. Little later than anticipated - won't dry properly now18.

tl;dr: I hate my house and everything about it.

1. The half that are on the useful side of the kitchen. You know, where the sink and hob are. The ones that help me do things like cook and wash up after dark.

2. Spotlights embedded into ceilings are clearly one of Crowley's inventions.

3. I am not a qualified electrician, but I have studied electronics at school, been taught on the side by my engineer dad, and I know my limits. Do not do this yourself if you aren't absolutely sure of what you're looking at.

4. Can't do it myself as my battery is dead and, guess what - I've turned the electricity off so I can't charge it. And my landline is cordless, so that needs power too.

5. other than Dad not realising that my ceilings are a little lower than his and going 1 step too high on the ladder. Muppet.

6. I removed this about 2 days after I moved in because of the 4 brackets supposedly securing it to the wall, only 2 actually were. I was more liable to break my neck using it than not. It didn't take me long to realise that while removing it was a 1 woman job, putting it back required more hands. 4 more, as it transpires.

7. Dad manages to hit his head on one of the protruding legs of the bed. I swear...

8. Honestly. They were screwed to the wall and then silicon sealed along the top (and joining edges). The carpet was screwed to the floor under the boards.

9. Drywall, for anyone of an American disposition.

10. Ignore suspicious dripping sound. This turns out to be something of a mistake.

11. Fucking yes, I am almost out of all my cordials. Curse not living near it any more

12. Mostly. One-way systems are a touch tricky when you don't have to obey them. As are bus-only routes.

13. On later reflection, this is incredibly doubtful since I lack the upper body strength to haul myself several feet straight up.

14. Because they brought a curtain and cushions as well as the big stepladder, but not a torch.

15. Also not something I have to think about often.

16. Discover Mum and I have been talking cross-purposes as to which side of the window it is going on. Fortunately this is not a massive issue.

17. Inventory of the under-bath: 2 bags grout, 1 tub of paint, 1 jigsaw piece, 1 part of an old loo roll holder, about 50cm of 1cm diameter dowel, 1 electrical cable that is quite possibly live given that an attempt has been made to insulate it inside a plastic bag. What is not there is the wooden frame that should support the sides of the plastic bath.

18. There are many advantages to the care and maintenance of curly hair. Not being able to blow-dry it is NOT one of them. Not having to, otoh, is.

#random shit #the rl of charity

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omar-rios · 4 years

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Final Reflection

Omar Rios

Myth class

6/4/20

You know me Omar Rios from my post on this class. But where I started wasn’t Washington where I’m guessing most you all lived. I lived in California, Norwalk my hometown where I was born and raised for 15 years of my life. I wasn’t the smartest kid or the coolest in school I was just there. Relaxing with the lads in the 100-degree weather playing dodgeball on the 20 foot by 10 food concrete patch under the trees. Always be playing the same as always even teams the same rules. Summer days were nice long walks to the store or the park a few 10 mins down the road obviously not always peaceful many accidents happened because the road was really strangely built. Most of my elementary school I was pretty troublesome I got detention every once in a while ( like mostly every week ). Most of the time get lunch to eat walk over to the detention center write some things and left simple as that I found ways to make it faster and easier but these sons of ***** said to do it again like dam, not my problem yall got outsmarted. It was about 6th grade where I got my stuff together and started trying a little more in school. There was a teacher that helped me learn better I would relax in there class when there was a break or had lunch luckily my two favorite ones were mr.block and my history teacher both really great and had you understand the lecturer and all the subject, as well as mr.block he was so good my 7th year there he became an administrator his second year in the school system and had the chance to run there few first state test exams that now are used in the grade school systems. In 2016 I moved to Washington with my family we had gone to visit last year and we enjoyed it was really nice and we enjoyed the green view of trees and nice places. So we moved and we moved to the city of Kenmore. Nice place quiet and peaceful went to Kenmore middle school for 2 years and meet amazing people who I still know were still friends to this day. The peak was highschool Ingleemore highschool where do I start. Man whoever made that school I’m not sure what they were thinking with them putting it on a hill that takes years to get to rip to anyone who had a manual car like rip bro hows the clutch holding up. But it wasn’t entirely bad made more friend who is closer to me and we relate to each other a lot. Some of the teachers were pretty alright. Most clubs were pretty fun we did get in a lot of trouble doing dumb stuff but the man did we make a name for our selves we even had our own spot for I believe all four years we didn’t care if it was raining that was are spot we ain’t letting no one taking it over. It was a top tier spot you basically looked down over the entire courtyard and we would mostly control the table also under it. Everyone knew us so we played ball on the center not far from the spot. In my 11th year of high school, my parent wanted to mover over to a different part of Washington only about a 30 min highway drive to kent where I now live. Here I went to school at kent-meridian high school. Not that bad definitely got the spirit but are team wow. I had a blast here learning different skills of art like painting, ceramics, and welding one of the best classes I could take. I had a lot of ups and downs on my history test and math one, not my strongest subjects but teachers were great. Senior year I took a sports med class that was fun and interactive learning some cool sports accidents and treatments and some first aid with CPR. And some bandaging techniques that are very helpful for sprained ankles or you have planter fascitis which is just flat feet. Also during school, I got a job and started working a lot of hour towards my semester 2 I worked a lot more than what school wanted but they didn’t need to know that it also around the time I had completed my manger test or the ServSafe test which is the high level of food safety and mostly need to work in the high-performance kitchen so most chefs have this. It different from the food safety cards people need to work basic food jobs but I end it up closing most day even during school (12pm is when we closed) and go home shower and do homework for maybe a few hours and go to bed I didn’t have the first period so I could sleep in till like 8 ish 9 ish and still be on time. But I would be super tired and would fall asleep in most classes that were not interesting most teacher would be cool with it I was passing there class so they let me sleep. It was a blast with work and all that I picked up new hobbies meeting new people. I made a friend who learned stocks and larned how to trade currency and got me into cars. A guy who offered me a job in a companion he was starting up making a friendly company. And many usual customers with connection really great people. Now I still work at my job and attend school driving 1 hour and a half to get to Bothell which I don’t mind because I like driving but dam this traffic really be brutal. I was really unfortunate with this quarter and last quarter that I had some teachers not do to the fullest what they could have done to teach better. Not this class this one is top tier one of my favorites and I really enjoyed it.

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riviae · 5 years

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I'm BEGGING you to expand on your hc that Regis and Lambert have adhd whenever you get the time

sorry this took so long anon!! i’ve been in a bit of a writing funk so apologies if this isn’t as robust of a set of hcs as i’d normally provide. but w/o further ado, here are some incredibly self-indulgent adhd hcs for regis & lambert:

regis:

perks of being near immortal: an inexhaustible amt of time to focus on hyperfixations!! being a scientist/medic sprouted from his newfound beneficent interest in humans /after/ his uhhh bad blood bender days. mandrake brewing and other forms of distillation came about later as an interest after he read an encyclopedia on brewing techniques & became intrigued™

stimming! we know the big one presented in tw3 (clutching the straps of his satchel), but i could see him having other stims, such as when he was younger & had longer hair; perhaps he played w/ or twirled his hair while pouring over books etc.

in a modern au he’d 100% be the type to listen to a singular song on repeat for hours, if not days, humming the tune under his breath while doing mundane tasks

two reading modes: voraciously reads whatever is put before him..... or takes 2 centuries to read (1) book he’s been carrying around. there is no middle lol. hc that he had a few manuscripts on witchers in his possession at the time he was traveling w/ the hansa that he had been carrying around for awhile, but never got around to reading them before his fate at stygga castle

impulsivity--it might seem more tempered now that he’s older, but he still shows flashes of the brashness of his youth (i mean he did choose to follow geralt & company on an adventure w/o any preamble or explanation in the books so.......)

needs stimulation of some kind; otherwise, he’s prone to bouts of intense boredom. which is never good for higher vampires. at least regis has enough hobbies/general interests to keep him busy tho so he never /really/ feels the urge to fall into more... bad habits. HOWEVER, he also experiences times where he is overstimulated, in which case, he retires to a cold and dark place (hence the crypt) to regain control of his whirlwind thoughts/emotions. he can also be overstimulated by really large crowds, tho he still enjoys traveling to bigger cities since they usually have stores/books/ingredients he needs

chaotic workspace/alchemical bench when in the midst of research. it will seem too messy/unorganized for most ppl to work comfortably in, but it’s organized in a way that specifically caters to how regis categorizes certain ingredients, reagents, etc.

when he’s having trouble concentrating, it becomes more difficult for regis to retain his usual corporeal ‘human’ form. he tends to shift into his incorporeal/’smoke’ form, if u will, especially when working in his study/lab bc his mind is racing as he makes observations, changes his hypotheses, makes notes, takes stock of ingredients/materials, etc.

even alone, regis talks to himself. usually as a way to organize executive tasks & to plan them out accordingly. otherwise, he may drift from project to project or task to task w/o any logical progression or find himself distracted by something else in the midst of an important task he currently wants prioritized

passage of time problems. combined w/ his longevity.... regis is definitely the type to forget what month, season, or year he’s in if he gets too engrossed in a topic of study.

lambert:

textbook insomniac. he can meditate much better than he can fall asleep, but it still isn’t the same as actual sleep,,, which is bad™ when ur life/livelihood depends on being cognizant & aware of your surroundings

stims w/ his witcher medallion. the vibration of the medallion against his sternum would usually agitate/worry other witchers, but the feeling/motion of it is actually soothing for lambert as it helps him focus on the task/contract at hand.

rejection sensitive dysphoria is a big ol’ problem for him. it’s partly why he pushes ppl away on instinct. having someone close to him truly criticize him in a non-teasing or cruel manner? definitely hurts him much more than he’d ever admit or show outwardly. his emotional control/general understanding of his emotions is also quite dulled/poor even compared to geralt bc of his own self-hate (masquerading as narcissism) /and/ adhd, which makes his emotional outbursts even more explosive

a major hoarder. if u think geralt’s bad.... lambert is the epitome of a compulsive hoarder. he logically knows what stuff he can keep, what he can sell, what should be thrown away, but he has difficult getting rid of the stuff that’s ‘in-between,’ so to speak. things that /could/ serve a purpose in certain situations, but said situations are incredibly unlikely to occur. in truth, he may seem like a very well-prepared witcher to say a random peasant or villager due to the sheer amt of stuff he carries on his horse... but 98% of it are things that he will unlikely ever need

will forget to eat and sleep if in the middle of an interesting contract. executive dysfunction definitely contributes to his ‘prickly’ mood/behavior since most of the time he isn’t eating or sleeping enough. which is why he is much more agreeable/calm when on the path w/ someone he gets along w/ (i.e., aiden in tw3) bc he has someone to remind him to eat or take a break

textbook reading/academic-style learning is not his forte. he was an awful student at kaer morhen tbh. BUT, anything done by first-hand experience? he’ll be hard-pressed to forget it & can generally pick up new skills/trades much easier than even geralt or eskel. for instance, lambert is actually quite a good smithy/repairer & often does a better job repairing his own equipment than if he were to get a professional to do it.

along w/ this, he’s quite good at remembering personal details of others/things ppl tell him about themselves. he tries to hide how good his memory is in this regard, but for some reason biographical info of other ppl sticks much better in his brain than say a fictitious ballad. non-fiction > fiction, basically.

physical activity of any kind can usually ground lambert when he needs to focus or wants to meditate/sleep/etc. he might go on a run if he’s stuck on a contract or needs to let out more energy

has difficulty explaining himself/his actions especially when relating to contracts. he makes wild jumps in logic w/o explanation bc that’s how his brain works (not linearly from A --> B --> C but A --> C w/o the hassle of an extra hurdle). other witchers can usually understand his line of thinking, but when it comes to getting paid for his work... this can be a problem

also shows passage of time problems but on a much smaller scale. has it been 10 mins or 4 hours since he started meditating? regardless, it’s getting dark now so he should probably stop

difficult relaxing/always on-edge. drinking and playing gwent can help somewhat, but even if he’s doing something enjoyable, lambert is never really, truly relaxed. [insert image of computer w/ too many tabs open here] it’s something that vesemir noticed when lambert was young and tried to help him find an outlet/hobby to relax him.... which is where fishing ‘the witcher way’ comes in. nothing screams relaxing like throwing a bomb into a lake & diving into freezing cold water to pick up the fish to cook later for dinner, am i right? in vesemir’s defense, he did try & teach lambert to fish the ‘traditional’ way... but that didn’t really keep his attention

#emiel regis #lambert #witcher headcanons #witcher 3 #witcher 3 wild hunt #tw3 #again sorry this took so long anon!! but i really hope u end up seeing this :0 #Anonymous

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Served (MLQC Victor) - Chapter 4: Lady In Red

Description: Victor whips it out…(exactly what remains to be seen) Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1722 words (~9 mins of “will they or won’t they?!”) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: If you’re still reading, thanks for sticking around for this crazy ride! Hope you all enjoy this chapter 😊

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You: Sorry again about tonight. I had no idea we’d be interrupted twice.

Victor: Thrice.

You: Oh right, the delivery man.

Victor: You’re quite popular.

You: Come on, the delivery guy doesn’t count!

Victor: No, but the sender of the package does. How do you know Kiro?

You: That’s...a long story. Why, are you a fan? Want me to get you an autograph?

Victor: What makes you think I don’t already have one?

You: Never mind then. By the way, tonight’s dinner doesn’t count. Let me take you out for a proper meal, one that isn’t burnt beyond recognition. I’ll treat you to whatever you want!

Victor: ...

After a solid two minutes, the ellipses were finally replaced by words.

Victor: Friday after work. I’ll pick you up at your office.

You: Ok! See you then.

Just when you begin to worry about whether or not your account balance can contend with Victor’s upscale tastes, a notification sounds on your phone.

Victor: Don’t be late. Victor: And keep Thursday evening free.

You: Why Thursday evening?

Victor: Just do it.

You: But what are we doing?

Victor: Must you ask so many questions?

You: Must you be so secretive?

God. Victor will be Victor. Rolling your eyes, you relent, thumbs flying across the onscreen keyboard:

You: Fine. Will there be anything else, Your Royal Highness?

Suddenly, your phone rings — “Victor Li, LFG CEO” displayed on the screen.

“Hel—“

“Don’t get cheeky.”

The line cuts before you have a chance to respond. Even still, you swear you sensed a smile in the deep bass of his voice.

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Carpets so plush you felt the give in the textile as you walked. The sweet, subtle scent of fresh jasmine in the air. Soft light inviting as it glanced off buttery leather ottomans, highlighting luxe fabrics and elegant hues hung with care on racks like so many pieces of art.

Your palms had started to sweat as soon as you stepped foot in that designer boutique. Surely Victor knows your company isn’t doing THAT well!

“Victor, why are we here?” Speaking in a hushed tone, you glance up at him, telling yourself the flutter in your stomach was due to the impending damage to your credit card and not how handsome this dictator looked in profile.

But before he can respond, a saleslady rushes over, smiling from ear to ear. “Hello Mr Li! We’ve been expecting you. The dresses have been set aside as you’ve requested, if you and the lady would please follow me. May I get you anything to drink?”

As soon as you enter a dressing room the size of your apartment, you are greeted by your bewildered expression reflecting off a wall of mirrors. And to the side, a rack of dresses — all of impeccable taste, all carrying price tags with an impossible number of zeroes.

Waiting till the saleslady was out of ear shot, you hiss from behind the door as you pull your blouse over your head. “Seriously Victor, what’s going on? Why am I trying on dresses I could never afford in this lifetime? Wait…don’t tell me…of course! It all makes sense now!”

Seated in a velvet settee on the other side of the door, Victor takes a sip of his espresso, the corners of his lips tugging up into an amused smile. “What makes sense?”

Adjusting the straps of a silk dress onto your shoulders, you reach for the zipper on the side as you say,

“You know, I’ll be your model for tonight. But I warn you, I don’t exactly have Chik’s physique, so the next time you want to buy a girl a dress, you ought to bring her here yourself. All the same, I can’t say I don’t understand you wanting to give your girlfriend a surprise.”

Smile transforms into a frown as espresso flows down the wrong tube, Victor coughing so violently you open the door just wide enough to poke your head out to ensure the man was still alive.

“How can anyone be so thick in the head?” His eyes flash with annoyance.

“What, am I wrong? The tabloids had pictures of the two of you together at the Loveland City Film Festival—”

“Which was sponsored in large part by LFG. As CEO, of course I had to make an appearance on opening night.”

“But what about all the gossip sites saying you took her to Saint-Tropez for a romantic getaway a few months ago?”

“And you believe that garbage?”

“I…I suppose not. So…if not Chik, then…”

Suddenly nervous to see the expectation in his gaze as it searched your own, you retreat back into the dressing room, voice trailing off as you lean against the door.

A revelation had floated in the depths of your subconscious for a while since you’ve known Victor, surfacing periodically with every instance of hard-won praise, every disguised gesture of kindness…every moment when your heart ached to find him studying you with the softest eyes when he thought you were unaware.

But he was Victor Li, the man with the most financial clout in Loveland City. The prodigy of the business world who built an entire empire with his own two hands, all before the age of thirty. Tall, dark and handsome, Victor was considered a highly coveted prize by young and beautiful socialites and celebrities the world over.

He was also the man who held the fate of your company in his grasp.

The idea of you and Victor together was just too unbelievable, and you suddenly felt uncomfortable under the spotlight of his attention, wishing the man had lectured you instead.

For you were used to his sass and sarcasm. What you hadn’t anticipated was…his affection.

To your relief, Victor doesn’t press the issue, waiting patiently as you parade in and out of the dressing room until you emerge in elegant crimson. And it isn’t until you catch his reflection in the mirror — staring intently at the curve of your exposed back — that your cheeks warm to match the shade draped across your body.

Victor swallows, throat bobbing as he nods at you. Then, summoning the saleslady with the slight raise of one hand, he says without ever taking his eyes off you, “We’ll take this one.”

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The drive to your apartment was silent but lacked the usual ease you felt with Victor in his car. The dress he bought for you — cooly whipping out his black card without even so much as glancing at the price tag — sat heavy on your lap, weighed down by the implications of the evening’s events.

In accepting his gift, you couldn’t help but think you were crossing the line from something that was purely professional into…what? Just what was it that Victor wanted from you? It was difficult to know, because the man was hardly forthcoming with his thoughts when it extended to anything beyond matters of business.

But then again, what of your desires?

You snuck a glance at him. Features looking like they were chiseled from stone, Victor’s eyes were trained on the road, large hands soft as they rested on the steering wheel. And as his chest rose and fell slowly beneath his seat belt, the rhythm of your own breath unconsciously matched his, that is, until the gentle flex of his forearms — visible with the sleeves of his dress shirt folded up neatly to the elbows — made it race once more.

You knew what you wanted. You just knew better than to ask for the impossible to happen.

“Goodnight, Victor. Thanks for the lift.”

“Wait.” He lays his hand on top of yours, the electricity of his touch rendering you still in the midst of unbuckling your seat belt. Your breath catches in your throat.

Then slowly…slowly…the features of his face draw close, notes of cedar wood and pine warmed by the heat of his body to drift in enveloping currents until all you could focus on was the impossible length of his eyelashes — how had you not noticed them before?

Just when the proximity makes you think to close your eyes, Victor reaches behind you to retrieve an elegantly wrapped gift box from the back seat.

“Wait until you’re home to open it.” Breath brushing against the shell of your ear, you fight to suppress a shiver of pleasure, biting down hard on the inside of your cheek.

Then, over as soon as it began, Victor drew away, the air around you suddenly cooler for want of his warm body.

“Also…you looked stunning. Ahem. In that dress.”

Hand paused on the car door, you were rendered speechless for the second time that night. Glancing at Victor, you were relieved to see him staring straight ahead; it embarrassed you to know that one little comment could bring so much heat to your face.

“Thank you…Victor.”

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Victor’s voice stayed with you long after his car pulled away into the night. Still you stood, hands splayed against your apartment window as you willed your heart to calm.

For there on your coffee table, lying amidst mounds of tissue paper and an open gift box, were a gorgeous pair of red-soled stilettos and fine stockings. But what touched you most were ink and paper, Victor’s thoughts conveyed in fine cursive:

“Shoes and stockings to replace the broken and torn. I had meant to give them to you as thanks for dinner that night but, as you know full well, was denied the opportunity. Please accept the dress as an apology for the tardiness of my token of appreciation.”

Then, almost as an afterthought, the final line:

“Wear all three to dinner on Friday.”

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CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 3

Synopsis: Upon moving to a new city, the Reader crosses paths with Ivar, Hvitserk and the rest of the Lothbrok clan. Since her own life is already filled with internal demons from a strict upbringing, their introduction into her life only adds to the drama. As things progress, Reader discovers that there is more to her interactions with Ivar and Hvisterk than meets the eye.

Read the Prologue here: CLOSER TO ME: PROLOGUE

Read Chapter 1 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 1

Read Chapter 2 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 2

Read Chapter 4 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 4

Read Chapter 5 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 5

Read Chapter 6 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 6

Read Chapter 7 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 7

Read Chapter 8 here: CLOSER TO ME CHAPTER 8

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Chapter 2 Warnings: Angst and Foreplay

Word Count: 8000+

Setting: Modern Vikings

Genre: Romance/Drama

Pairing: Ivar x Reader x Hvitserk (Love Triangle)

Tagged: @irishhiggins @mblaqgi @i-care-bout-you-boo @peaches-seed @sajess98

The following day, which was Sunday, you went to pick up your car from Club 52 with the help of Folaki. Hvitserk had promised to drive you but called last minute saying plans had changed. He didn't go into detail and basically said something very important had come up and he had to take care of it ASAP. You were a bit disappointed but understood that things like that happened. Him being unable to make it actually worked out fine since Folaki had been eager to see you anyway. She had been texting you incessantly saying she had allot to tell you. Naturally when you called her for the ride, she jumped at the chance to to spend time with you.

After you got your vehicle, you parked it at your apartment and the two of you drove to a trendy nearby coffee shop. It seemed that Folaki had quite a good time after you had left the party because she wouldn’t stop grinning the entire ride. When the you arrived at the BEAN THERE, the two of you took the booth furthest in the back.

So..?” You said in an inquisitive way as you both sat down.

“So.....” Folaki said with a huge smile. “I slept with him.”

Her frankness almost made you choke on your water. You started laughing and kicked her under the table.

“What?” Folaki smirked with a fake innocent shrug. “You think we stayed up all night talking about the meaning of life?” She seemed to reminisce a bit about her escapade with Bjorn as she spoke. “Don’t get me wrong we talked about allot of things but the sexual tension was just too much. And let me just say, it was AMAZING!” She was practically hopping up and down in her seat as she spoke. “I don’t know what it is....but those Danish men...........” She pretended to fan herself. “they sure know how to please a woman. I had to beg him to stop cause I couldn’t take any more orgasms.”

“Okay!’ You said scrunching your brows. “I think you’ve wandered into the TMI zone.”

Folaki shrugged and looked at you with a teasing expression.

“It is what it is. She laughed and straightened up in her seat. “We’re going to the movies tonight.”

“Wow. You guys are in a whirlwind romance.”

“Life’s too short to waste time trying to play it safe all the time, you know. Just my little two cents Y/N. Anyway...” Folaki shot you a devious smirk. “What about you? What happened with Hvitserk?”

You shyly stirred your iced water and poked at the lemon wedge inside. Finally, you looked at your friend and told her that he had indeed come to see you.

“I knew it!” An excited Folaki said nearly screaming. “I knew he liked you more than he liked that bat-shit crazy blonde. So what happened?”

“Well, first of all, I was hanging out with Ivar, you know, his younger brother--”

“Ivar? A stunned Folaki said leaning closer. "Wait! The the dark, brooding one that was picking on you all night during the birthday party?” Folaki asked totally confused. “That Ivar?”

“Yeah. I know. I didn’t understand why he came to see me either. In fact, I still don’t but, it wasn’t bad actually.” You paused remembering how he had held your hand. “He was pretty okay to be around....at least when he wasn’t complaining about one thing or another.” You laughed.

Folaki raised an eyebrow raised with curiosity.

“Hmmm. I don’t know. That’s kinda odd don’t you think?” She asked in a singy-songy tone.

“Yeah. But maybe he wants to make amends. Like a restart.”

“Come on Y/N. Just think about it. Why would he want to be around you after the way he treated you?” Folaki thought for a moment and looked like she wanted to say something else. Instead, she just cocked her head at you. “Besides, if he wanted to apologize, he could have done that at Bjorn’s house.....I think there's more to it." She gave you a look to convey that you were being naive. "Anyway, your’re a better person than me because I wouldn’t have let him in.”

“I know but, I think I've developed a soft spot for him. I’m certain that he’s so moody because of his....you know...disability.” You said honestly. “I feel kind of bad for him, despite how he treated me before.”

Folaki shook her head and stated that you were one of the nicest people she knew before asking you to continue your story. After you ran down the entire night to her, she sat back in her seat and looked at you for a moment.

“Wait, let me get this straight. You guys were making out while Ivar was still there?” She shook her head. “Geez! Wasn’t that a bit awkward?”

“Not really.” You replied as you looked over the menu. “And it wasn’t like it was intentional.”You added. “Anyway, he was gone by the time Hvitserk and I returned to the living room. Hvitty said he probably had to pick up his girlfriend or something.”

“Hvitty?” Folaki echoed. “So we’re giving out nicknames now? When should I expect my invitation to the wedding?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes before explaining that ‘Hvitty’ was a nickname that close family called him. Surprisingly, he had asked you to feel free to call him that as well. As you two were speaking, Jason, you coworker and friend came and sat down. The three of you exchanged pleasantries as he took off his denim jacket.

“So, how was work yesterday?”

“Ugh! It was crazy packed. But Skrillex was performing though so I can’t complain.” He paused. “You guys ordered yet?”

“No, we were waiting for you.” You replied.

After you guys ordered your food, the drinks arrived. As you all were in the middle of a casual conversation, you remembered the promise Folaki had made.

“So tell me about the Lothbroks.”

“Oh yeah. I guess I did promise to fill you in.” Folaki said with a little bit of a sigh. “First, you have to promise that you won’t freak out.”

Initially, you laughed until you realized that she was dead serious. Even Jason looked at you with a serious expression as if he agreed with Folaki’s request. Their change in demeanor made you even more curious so naturally, you promised.

“I’m serious. You can’t get upset or--”

“Or go running to ask them about it.” Jason interrupted. “It’s not the world’s best kept secret but I doubt they would want you bringing up their family reputation. Especially if you’re going to be hanging around them.”

“I..I promise.” You said eagerly waiting to hear what they had to say.

Folaki looked at Jason and then back at you before she began.

“The truth is, the Lothbroks are wealthy, but they built their wealth by......they're--.”

“They’re one of the most powerful mafia clans around.” An excited Jason blurted. “They’re billionaires. He shook his head in disbelief as he sipped his coffee. “I can’t believe you’ve never heard of them before though. I’m not here to judge. Just get me into the parties and stuff and I’ll be straight.”

You were absolutely floored. All along you thought your friends were going to say something like the Lothbroks embezzled money or masterminded a stock-market scam. Never in a million years would you have guessed that they were going to tell you that Hvitserk’s family was a criminal syndicate.

“Are you okay?” Folaki asked as the food arrived at the table.

“Yeah. I’m...I’m a little shocked to tell you the truth.”

“There’s no need to start acting different or anything.” She said as she bit a french fry. “After all, they’re the same people they were before we said anything.”

“Exactly.” Jason said in agreement.

“Yeah.” You managed to say wearily.

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Back at home, you threw your purse on the counter in the kitchen and sat down on the couch to sort your thoughts. As you got comfortable, you received a call from Hvitserk. After what you had been told by your friends, you hesitated. You finally decided to pick up after the third ring though. A relieved Hvitserk immediately stated that he was glad that he got a hold of you instead of having to leave a message. He then informed you that he was at the airport waiting to board a private jet for an unexpected business trip.

“I’m so sorry. I know we had plans to meet up tomorrow before you went to work in the evening. But I’ll bring you back something cool.”

“Where are you going??” You asked as you tried to sound as normal as possible.

You were still thinking about the fact that his family was basically mafia. Criminals to be exact. Since you had intended to read more about them online prior to him calling, it was awkward as hell.

“I’m headed to Dubai to take care of some development deals for my Father’s company. I should be back in less than a week if things go as expected.” As he was speaking, the other line of his phone lit up.

It was Margrethe but he ignored her call, sending it straight to voicemail. You and Hvitserk chatted for roughly twenty minutes about random things like your favorite movies as he waited for the Pilot to inform him of departure time.

“Alight, min dagdrømmer (Danish: My daydreamer), I guess they’re ready for me. I’ll call you as soon as I get a chance, okay?”

“Okay. But can I ask you something before you go?”

“Sure.”

“What is it that you’re calling me?”

“Min dagdrømmer? Hvitserk chuckled. It just means My Daydreamer. Why? Do you mind having a nickname?”

“No, I don’t mind. I was just curious about what you were saying.” You laughed.

“What so funny Y/N?” An amused Hvitserk asked.

“You’re actually on the nose with that nickname. I’ve been called a daydreamer all my life.”

“Well, that’s not a bad thing you know.” He said with sincerity. “Anyway, I gotta run.”

“Okay Hvitty. Have safe flight.” You said as the two of you ended the call.

Despite now being aware of his families activities, you still liked Hvitserk a great deal. Perhaps they weren’t as bad as you were thinking. After all, the Kennedys were a crime family before getting into politics. Barely five minutes after you got off the line with Hvitserk, you received a text from a private number.

When you were done conversing with Ivar, you were still even more confused as to why he suddenly seemed to like interacting with you.

“It’s like dealing with two different people. One minute he’s nice, the next he’s an ass” You laughed to yourself.

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A very exhausted Hvitserk boarded the private jet and removed his stylish Burberry trench coat He made himself comfortable in the main seating area as the crew prepared for takeoff.

Turning on the television, he glanced at his phone and noticed that Margrethe had called him seven times during his call with you. Exhaling deeply, he sent her a text that he was headed to Dubai and that he would call her when he got a chance.

Immediately, he received a text back from a very livid Margrethe asking why he couldn’t call her once it was safe to do so in the plane. Rolling his eyes, Hvitserk replied that he was very tired and not in the mood to talk. He threw his phone to the side and pressed a button to recline the luxurious leather seat. He could hear his phone vibrate signaling that Margrethe was sending more texts but he ignored it. Instead, he grabbed his business cell and called Sigurd.

“Hey. I just got off the phone with Lagertha. You boarded yet?” Sigurd asked as soon as he picked up.

“Yeah.” Hvitserk said as a stewardess placed a glass of champagne in front of him as well as a platter of fresh fruit. “I don’t see why one of you couldn’t go. I’m always globetrotting. I still feel like I jut got back from South Africa yesterday.”

“I know but you’re the only one that has no specific project at the moment. And Ivar’s doctors forbid him to fly until he’s fully healed and done with physical therapy. I would have gone in your place but....well, you know.” Sigurd with sincerity.

“I know. You and Alfred have tons to do at the label. Well, at least this gives me a break from Margrethe.” Hvisterk chuckled.

“You should really resolve that Hvitty.” Sigurd said with firmness. “You talk to me about Y/N but it seems like you’re still entangled with Margrethe.”

“I like Y/N allot but, things are just........complicated.”

“Not really! If you’re done with Margrethe, just be done with her!” Sigurd advised as Hvitserk sighed knowing very well his little brother was right.

“Hey, before I let you go, do me a favor.” A tired Hvitserk said as he stretched. “Watch over Y/N for me. You know just in case she needs anything or something like that.”

“No problem. I’ll assign someone to be your eyes.” Sigurd said with a hint of disgust. “Later.”

“Later.”

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“So, are you going to help me or not?” Margrethe’s cousin Frida asked her dark haired male friend as he took a seat on her couch.

He shrugged as she got up and opened up the balcony window. Asking him to follow her outdoors, they two of them went to her backyard so she could get a smoke while they continued the conversation.

“Just cut straight to the chase Frida. Who’s the job for and who’s it on? The very serious Gils asked as he took a cigarette from the pack of Marlboro Reds she offered him.

As Frida lit her cigarette and handed him the lighter, she nodded.

She knew that Gils liked to do clean jobs only. He didn’t like complications and he liked to know that whomever he hit, wasn’t protected or connected. Meaning, they weren’t in a family or clan that could hand out serious retribution. He was a professional and that’s what Frida loved about him. The fact that they had once dated gave her an advantage as she tried to convince him to help her fulfill Margrethe’s wish.

“I get your apprehension but you don’t have to worry. It’s my cousin Margrethe so you don’t have to worry about about it being as a set-up.” Puffing her cigarette and letting out the smoke slowly, Frida continued. “The girl is a random with no connections. So that means we don’t have to worry about retaliation if we’re ever found out.........” She paused. “Not like that would ever happen.”

Gils looked at Frida for a little while as he smoked the cigarette down. As the smoke rose into the night sky, he finally looked at Frida and nodded, agreeing to do the contract. Very happy to have his expertise on board, Frida gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks doll. I knew you’d come through for me.”

“Anything for you Frida, you know that. But before I regret saying yes, how much is it paying?” He added as he took a drag.

“Five grand each.”

“That’s too low Frida. Bump it to Ten. I know it’s your cousin and all but shit like this costs money. If it were anyone else, I’d charge double that.”

“Fine. I’ll going to see her tomorrow so I’ll let her know.”

“Nah, text her now.”

Nodding, Frida grabbed her cell and sent a text message to Margrethe letting her know ‘Make it 10 each.’ The message was vague enough for Margrethe to understand and not incriminating if anyone else saw it.

Passing a beer to Gils, Frida clinked their bottles together.

“To a good job and a good payday.

“You said it, now let’s go eat something sweetie, I’m starved.”

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Somewhere around 9:45 pm while you were doing your laundry, you received a call from Alfred. Very glad that he had returned your text, you immediately picked up. After all, the two of you had a ‘date’ coming up. You thanked him for returning your text as soon as you answered.

“I’m sorry for contacting you so late. I would have text you earlier but the time got away from me.” You truthfully said.

“I totally understand. We all get tied up with life now and then.. How has your day been?”

“It’s been fine. And yourself?”

“It’s been good. Not really over yet thought. I’m still at work but that’s part of the territory.”

“If you don’t mind me being nosy, what do you do Alfred?”

“I don’t mind at all. I’m the VP of LMG Records.”

Your ears perked up big time. LMG Records was one of the biggest music labels next to Sony, Universal and Warner. It was an upstart company that rose very quickly to become one of the ‘Big 4′. You were impressed with Alfred’s achievement because you knew to be in such an important position meant he was very intelligent.

“That’s amazing. So do you like it......by that I mean, do you get to have fun sometimes? Like release parties and things like that?”

“I have access but I typically don’t attend.”

“Oh my God, why not?” You asked totally surprised by his ability to be nonchalant about celebrity filled parties. “Is it because of your schedule?”

“No, they make sure we have time to attend those events but I’ve just never had good reason to go.” He paused. “Perhaps next time something comes up, I’ll take you. You seem to be the adventurous type.”

You laughed and thanked him but insisted that he give you a chance to earn the right to attend such parties.

“You’re already taking me to meet my idol and that’s like beyond my wildest dreams. Let me at least buy you a coffee or something before I feel like a selfish creep.” You giggled which made Alfred smile despite you being totally unaware. “Maybe after a few scones, we can call it even and I can accept more invitations.”

“Okay. We’ll go to a French cafe I know afterwards.” He went silent a moment and came back onto the line. “I really hate to cut our conversation short but I need to wrap up some paperwork. If it’s alright, I’ll call you tomorrow evening.”

“That’s cool. But I start work at eight.”

“I was planning to call you later than that.”

“Well, I do take a break around 1:00 am. But that’ll be super late for you won’t it?”

“No. I’ll be awake. I stay at the office extremely late on Mondays. I’ll call you.”

“Great. Have a great night Alfred.”

“You too.”

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When Alfred hung up, his brother Aethelred walked in with his briefcase and coat in hand. He looked around his brother’s office and noticed he had not shut down his computer. From the looks of it, his half-brother was intending to stay late yet again.

“You know, I overheard you talking to that girl. Y/N wasn’t it?”

“Yes?

“Well, I think it is a good thing. She seems sweet and perhaps might rub off on you if we’re lucky.” Alfred titled his head and looked at his brother with a confused expression.He folded his hands on his desk and sat up very straight.

“Rub off on me? Meaning what exactly?”

“Perhaps she can get you to enjoy life a little. You can’t go from work-to-home and home-to-work all the time. It’s ridiculous.”

“Brother, I find solace in work. I enjoy it. Perhaps you better spend more time concerning yourself with the grand opening of the Mercia Casino. Our Fathers and Ragnar are counting on you to make it a massive success.”

“It will be.”

“You’re quite relaxed for a man with a 3.9 billion dollar project in his hands.” Alfred smiled as he leaned back in his executive seat.

“I have everything in order. Besides, with all the investors being friends and family, I’ve taken extra care, overseeing every detail.” A very confident Aethelred said as he shot his brother a proud expression. “Anyway, I’m headed home. Thanks again for letting me and my team use the premises.”

“No problem. It’s all yours until your executive offices are finished.”

“Goodnight.......and don’t stay too long.” Aethelred yelled as he exited Alfred's’ office towards the elevators.

Alfred stood up from his desk and stretched as he went over to the massive windows that overlooked the city. As he enjoyed the the site of the dancing lights that twinkled in the darkness, he ran his hand through his long hair. He stood there a while as he pondered what Aethelred had said.

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Boom! Boom! Boom! Came the pounding on your door. Sitting up in bed, you looked at the time on your alarm clock.

“What the hell? It’s after midnight. Who’s insane enough to come to someone's house at this hour?” You said to yourself then as you slowly went to the living room and then the front door.

When you looked through the peephole who expected to see Folaki or Jason but instead were met with the site of Ivar. He had his hair down and was wearing an expensive tailor-made dark grey suit. You opened the door and and yawned as he walked past you into the apartment.

He sat on the couch without saying anything and put his crutch down before removing the blazer and throwing it on your love-seat. You waited for him to say something, anything to explain why he was at your house at such an ungodly hour but he didn’t. Instead, Ivar grabbed the remote and turned on the television.

“Ivar!”

“Y/N!” He mimicked your tone and cadence.

You groggily walked over to where he was on the couch to try to take the remote from him but he spotted you from the corner of his eye. As soon as you reached for the remote, Ivar grabbed your wrist. He then tossed the remote aside and used his two hands to bring you across his lap.

“Ivar, I don’t want to sit in your lap”

“Of course you do.” He said as if it was a definite fact. “I want you to watch this show with me. It’s really good.”

Despite all your struggling , you were still seated in his lap with his arms firmly wrapped around your waist.

“Ivar!” You shouted in frustration.

“Why do you love screaming my name so much Y/N?” He smirked alluringly as you sighed loudly with irritation.

“First of all, it’s too late for me to watch television. Secondly, I want to sleep.”

“Okay. Then..... go to sleep.” Ivar said nonchalantly with his hands still around you.

“I swear--.”

“You shouldn’t swear!” He chuckled as he interrupted you.”Listen mus (Danish: mouse), you need to calm down. I wanted to see you so I came over. What’s wrong with that?”

“I’m.....you........ugh!!!” You were so exasperated you couldn't even find the words to express what you wanted to say.

Ivar shrugged and gave you a very mischievous grin as you turned to look at the TV.

“Look at me.” He said softly when realized you were trying to ignore him.

Still annoyed, you looked at him. Making sure to let him know that you had an attitude, you folded your arms and furrowed your brow. However, Ivar totally no sold it and acted oblivious to all your pouting.

“What is it?” You said with a frown which, for some reason, made him smile.

Since you were sitting in his lap, you were looking downwards at Ivar. Despite being very angry with him, it dawned on you in that moment just how extremely gorgeous he looked. The white dress shirt, blue tie and grey slacks all screamed runway model. Being very perceptive, Ivar noticed that you were taking-in his appearance. He intentionally stared into Y/N eye so intensely that you had no choice but to look away.

“What’s the matter?” He asked knowing full well what he was doing.

“Ivar! For the love of God, let me go to bed.” You shouted.

Finally, it seemed like you got through to him. He released his hold of you which finally allowed you to stand. Immediately you left the living room towards your bedroom. If he wanted to watch television, it was fine with you, but you wanted to get some rest.

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As you got comfortable in you Queen size bed, you slipped off your pajama bottoms because the weather was sweltering. If Ivar wasn’t there, you would have loved to sleep in just your panties.

Not even five minutes into settling in comfortably and trying to drift off, you felt the mattress sink a little. You turned over and there getting comfortable next to you was Ivar wearing only his black boxer briefs.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you sat up in the bed. “And where are your clothes?”

“It’s too hot for clothes”

“So?”

“So, I want to be comfortable.” He smiled as he laid his head on a pillow. “Just like you.”

Ivar looked you up and down and chuckled. You quickly remembered that you had taken off your pajama bottoms for that very reason.

“You know what?...........” You looked at a smug Ivar who gave you a wink. It made you lose your train of thought so you gave up. “I swear, you’re worse than my little sister.”

“You have a sister?”

You wanted to ignore him, you really did. He was annoying you beyond anything you had experienced outside of your sibling but you couldn’t. Ivar had a way of sounding innocent and nice at times. Since he seemed really interested in what you had said, you decided to respond.

“Yeah. Emma. She’s nine. My parents call her ‘the unexpected little miracle’.” You smiled as you thought about how much you missed seeing her everyday.

“Do you have other siblings or just her?” He asked while swooping his long dark hair to one side.

The motion caused his biceps and shoulder muscles to flex. It was quite distracting as one could imagine. You tried your best not to stare at his very toned upper body and six pack but it wasn’t working. You decided it was best for you to lay back down so you didn’t have to see him.

“I have one more. My nineteen year old brother Ryan is away at Princeton.” You sighed because you recollected how much your parents bragged about his achievement to make you feel unaccomplished.

It was still so very hard for you to accept how differently they treated you ever since you changed majors from Laboratory Science to Fine Arts. Not that you didn’t expect them to be dissapointed but you didn’t expect them to be, well, so harsh.

“What’s wrong, mus?” Ivar asked as he stroked your cheek very gently.

He was practically hovering over you as he propped himself with his elbow.Since he was looking down at you, his hair fell forward veiling his face and tickling your cheeks. You hadn’t realized that you had zoned out thinking about all your family problems and the evidence of it was written all over your face. You did look quite sad. Ivar could tell something was wrong as he looked into Y/C eyes with suspicion.

“I asked you a question.” He reaffirmed trying to goad you into talking.

“It’s....it’s not important.” You said as you tried to pull a sheet over your lower half.

The last thing you wanted was for Ivar to see your panties should your pajama top ride up. You turned on your side facing away from him and attempted to drift off to sleep but he turned you over again.

“Will you stop it already?”

“But I haven’t done anything.” He said innocently as he pulled you closer.

He laid his arm over your waist and snuggled his face into the crook of your neck. The intoxicating scent of his skin mingled with his woody and spicy cologne was almost too much to take. Add to that, the warmth of his muscular body against yours, it was all surely a recipe for disaster.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” You said as you tried to move away from him.

As crazy as it was, you had actually started thinking Ivar was fun to be around. Was he irritating, mean and demanding? Yes! But he was also funny when he wanted to be and had the ability to make you smile. However, this, was not good. Laying in bed with him was not cool.

Despite telling yourself all this, you didn’t stop Ivar as he began to trace his fingers lightly against your skin. He stopped abruptly and you sensed he was looking at you to gauge your reaction before proceeding. Laying his head closer to your neck, he began to slowly pull the pajama top upwards making the fabric glide against your skin, tickling you slightly. When he had finally exposed your panties and stomach, he moved his hand higher towards your chest all while still looking at you.

Since your eyes had been closed, you opened them only to find yourself looking directly into Ivar’s intense blue eyes that were now full of lust. He wet his pouty lips with his tongue as you stared at each other causing you to gasp slightly.

“This must be the sexual tension Folaki was talking about.” You thought.

Knowing you had to make a decision quickly before things got out of hand, you opened your mouth to speak but Ivar took that opportunity to do what he’d been dying to do since he laid eyes on you. His lips came crashing onto yours softly as he kissed you hungrily. He caught you so off guard that you left out a soft whimper which aroused him further as he drove his tongue into your mouth. You could hear Ivar’s breathing become erratic as kissed you deeper. Your own heart raced uncontrollably as you felt his free hand run up your body eventually cupping your breast. The sensation of Ivar’s hand on your breasts sent waves of arousal throughout your body. When he felt you giving in to his touch, Ivar gently pulled your pajama buttons open.

In one swift move, he pushed your bra downward exposing your bare breast as he continued kissing you. Slowly, Ivar ran the palm of his hand against your nipple sending, what felt like electricity, to your core. It was all too much for your senses. You tried to push him off but he leaned over you further pressing you into the pillow in a helpless position.

Your mind was racing with many thoughts but despite wanting to stop, you were definitely enjoying it. Ivar nibbled, bit and tongued your mouth and neck in ways you had not experienced. Hvitserk was amazing but Ivar was like a man possessed. It was as if he wanted to possess your body. The kissing seemed to be his way of giving you a preview of the kind of lover he was, should you give in.

Ivar pulled you closer and then moved his hand to your neck, gently gripping it dominantly. Brushing his nose against yours, he looked at you a moment before placing a peck on your lips. He then brushed his lips against yours tenderly and smiled.

“You’re a great kisser Y/N.” He said in a seductive tone before giving you another peck.

He ran his fingers against the small of your back causing you to to wrigle a little at the sensation.

“You surprise me.” He smiled as he placed another kiss on your forehead. “I thought you’d be very stiff and frigid. You seemed like the type.”

You started getting annoyed but he smiled innocently at you and brought his lips to yours for another heart-stopping kiss. You knew in the back of your mind that this was just so wrong but it felt................so incredible.

After breaking the kiss, Ivar pulled you closer and yawned. Apparently, he was just as tired as you were. He softly kissed your cheek as he snuggled you into his arms. It didn’t take long for a very tired Ivar to drift off to sleep, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You laid awake a while longer tracing you fingers along his fingers that rested on your bare stomach. Then it hit you. The massive pangs of guilt came all at once. This was Hvitserk’s little brother you just made out with!!! If you really wanted to try to build something with him, you couldn’t let yourself be weak with Ivar again.

You had no excuses to give. Ivar was a hot guy and you made-out with him despite knowing full well that if Hvitserk found out, things would end before they even began. As you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, you resolved to keep Ivar at a distance from now on.

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“Son of a bitch!” Ingrid said as she called Ivar for the eight time. Fed up, she threw her cell phone and pouted on the couch.

She was spending the night at Margrethe’s since Bjorn and Ubbe refused to let her stay at their home if Ivar wasn’t around. Not that she didn’t have her own apartment to go home to but, she preferred being around luxurious things, and dating Ivar afforded her that quite well.

“Where the fuck is he? He promised to pick me up after the event.” The blonde said as she shifted on the couch.”I don’t understand why Rangar and Lagertha hate me so much. This wouldn’t have happened if they had allowed me to attend.”

Taking a drag of her marijuana vape pen, she shot an angry look at a now chuckling Margrethe.

“What’s so funny? Last time I checked, you don’t get to go to their family events anymore either.”

Margrethe shrugged and propped her head up as she laid on the floor near the television.

“I’m just laughing at how you’re stressing over Ivar. You’re totally overreacting. He’s a cripple! You act like he’s not grateful that someone like you actually decided to date him.” She laughed. “He probably got drunk and crashed at someone's house.

“You’re probably right.” Ingrid said thoughtfully as she calmed herself. “What about Hvitserk, did he call you from the plane?”

“Nope.”

“Why? You can make calls once it reaches a certain altitude. Everyone knows that.” A nosey Ingrid pushed.

“I know. He’s been acting a little weird since...” Margrethe made a disgusted face. “Since he got caught kissing that....that...that bitch!”

Ingrid twisted her lips in a show of understanding. She then asked if Hvitserk had said anything about the incident since that night.

“He just keeps telling me that he likes her but he doesn’t know her that well yet so...”

“So he doesn’t know if he’s going to take you back or start dating Y/N?”

Margrethe sighed and laid back down. She ran her hands through her hair and let out a scream of frustration. Ingrid looked at her like she was crazy but kept her comments to herself.

“I’m going to see how things play out. After what happened, any decent girl would leave him alone. If she doesn't stay away from him, I already have an ace up my sleeve.” A very confident Margrethe said as she rolled onto her side and looked at Ingrid.

“And what’s that?”

“Let’s just say that if she keeps messing with Hvitty, she’ll regret the day she met him.”

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On Monday morning, you woke up a little after noon and discovered that Ivar was not there. Not just in the bed, but in the apartment. You had no idea when he had left, but you were sort of glad he was gone. The guilt of making out with him was eating you up and the last thing you wanted to do was to face him. As you took a brisk shower, your thoughts kept going back to all the heavy petting and kissing.

You were reliving it all despite not wanting to. You mind was doing it’s own things and it was getting on your nerves. After putting on a pair of denim shorts and a white t-shirt, you brushed your hair into a ponytail and applied some eyeliner and mascara because it was just too hot to do anything else.

Your first thought was to go to the grocery store, buy a few things for the week and then lounge around till it was time for work. Looking at your phone you were surprised to see that Hvitserk had sent you a text. He stated that he was still on the plane which made you laugh.

“Wow. It must take forever to get to Dubai.” You thought.

You immediately text him back and asked how much longer he had to go. To your surprise, he called you not even two minutes after you sent the message.

“Hey, miss me?” Hvitserk asked sounding a bit tired.

“Of course.” You replied as you laughed at how tired he sounded. “Did you sleep at all?”

“Yes. I’m actually still in bed--”

“Bed?” You asked a bit confused but then you remembered he was on a private jet and some of them were posher than most homes.

“So, you have to work today?” He asked.

You put your car keys down and sat at the dining table as you continued conversing with Hvitserk. He was tired but definitely in the mood to chat because the two of you had talked for almost an hour when suddenly, you heard a knock. After asking him to hold on, you walked to the door and looked to see who it was. It was Ivar. He had a bag in his hand that you assumed was from a restaurant. So, despite not wanting to let him in, you did.

Before Ivar could speak, you put your finger to your lips, to instruct him to be quiet. Instantly, his smile became a frightening scowl.

To help him out, you took the restaurant bag from him as he entered the apartment. Taking a seat on the couch, Ivar frowned at you as he placed his crutch against the coffee table.

It was obvious that he had went home for a shower and change of clothes but what you didn’t understand was why he wanted to be around you again. You thought that he would have felt as guilty as you did about what had happened between you two. But obviously, he didn’t.

“Everything okay?” A curious Hvitserk asked since you had been quiet for a little while.

“Uh, yeah. It’s...”

As you tried to answer, you kept getting distracted by Ivar. He kept asking who you were talking to in a very low whisper. When you kept ignoring his question, he cocked his head and glared at you.

“Who are you talking to?” Ivar’s voiced boomed.

You were mortified because he had been so intentionally loud, there was no way that Hvitserk had not heard him.

“Ivar’s there?”

“He...just got here.” You said to Hvitserk as you frowned at Ivar. “He was the one at the door when I told you to hold on.”

Despite you looking upset, Ivar shrugged and turned on the television. He was determined to not allow you to ignore him. The fact that Hvitserk was on the line with you, didn’t phase him one bit. If you were mad, he felt you should have been mad at yourself for not answering his question. And for not being truthful with Hvitserk about his presence in the first place

You conversed with Hvitserk a while longer until he abruptly asked you to put Ivar on the phone. Taking the phone over to him, you rolled your eyes and told Ivar that his brother wanted to speak to him. He took your cellphone from you but as you walked away, Ivar grabbed you onto his lap. The two of you struggled a moment until you realized that if you kept going, you would make too much noise. The last thing you wanted was for Hvitserk to wonder what was happening. Giving in, you sat on his lap as he began speaking with Hvitserk.

‘Hey.”

“How was your appointment?”

“Not you too.” Ivar scoffed. “You’re beginning to act like Ubbe.”

“I don’t see why you get so mad when all we’re trying to do is be supportive.” Hvitserk countered a bit annoyed that Ivar always got an attitude whenever they tried to show concern for his health. “It’s what families do.”

“That’s all good and well but I don’t like to be coddled.” Ivar said before looking directly at you. “So, how’s Margrethe?” He asked his stunned brother.

If you and Hvitserk could have seen each other’s reactions, it would have been priceless. Both of you cringed at the mention of her name. Which, of course, was exactly what Ivar had intended. You knew that Margrethe was still an open issue. Since Hvitserk had not provided clear answers about his status with her, you felt a sting of jealously upon hearing her name. As for Hvitserk, he felt the the awkwardness as well. She was a topic he had hoped to avoid for at least a little while longer. Obviously, he was very angry that Ivar had brought Margrethe up in your presence.

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