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ablackfangirlwrites · 3 years

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Jealous ll

Part 2!!!! I linked the sone again cause its a bop and I love it also heres pt one!

You had had enough

Thats what you kept telling yourself

As you got ready tonight

You weren't going sit in the house anymore waiting for keigo to show up whenever he felt like it

Tonight you were going out for you

You thought about how you used to have fun, how you used to be happy

And how miserable you had been lately and you decided

If Keigo didnt appreciate you anymore

Then you'd find someone who would

So thats why you found yourself looking in the mirror admiring how well you dressed up tonight to go out

You almost forgot how hot you were when you put in a little effort

You had originally stopped because keigo would tell you how beautiful and perfect you were without make up or anything

But now you were on the prowl for someone new to notice you and keigo's words meant little to nothing to you right now

Tonight you were gonna find someone to show you just a little bit of attention you craved so much and it wasnt going to be keigo

Just then you saw keigo staring at you from the reflection in mirror

he was home unusually eailer

"Dont you have to work?" You asked bitterly

"Where are you going?" He asked ignoring your statement

Sighed and rolling your eyes and picking up your purse you turned to him before leaving the bedroom, "Out. You don't have to wait up for me."

"You're being ridiculous y/n."

He said following you but you ignored him

"Y/n? Y/n?" He kept calling you, "You cant just go out an-"

"And why not?" You turned to him before you left the apartment, "according to you were not even really dating-"

"You know why that is." He told you seriously

You huffed out a fake laugh, "yeah, but its still okay for you to flirt with anyone?"

Keigo didnt respond to that making you chuckle, "Exactly...like I said im going out dont wait up." Then you slammed the door leaving.

You knew you were being unreasonable with him

You knew the two of you needed to just talk and make up

But you kept letting your anger from all your arguments cloud your judgment

Because you just wanted him to feel the same hurt and jealously you had been feeling more then anything

Keigo stared at the door you had just slammed

Things somehow got worse in the following days after your argument on your anniversary

You refused to talk to him

He tried to apologize to you but you basically brushed him off

Keigo wasn't sure what to think you said you hated him, you wouldnt sleep in the bed with him

Yet you hadn't packed up and left so that was good right?

But that distance that was growing between the two of you was wider then before

And he didnt know what to do to fix it

And now you were going out clearly dressed to find someone else

Did you really hate him? Had you really had enough of him?

Hell, he couldnt even blame you if you did he thought

You had put up with so much of him up until now

And maybe some of what you said the other night was true? Had he gotten too comfortable with you always being there?

But that was only because he loved you

Keigo was truly in love with you, and dispite you suspensions he never cheated on you

And he would never do that, you were the only one he wanted even now when you two seemed to be at each others throats

He still wanted you, and he couldn't picture his life without you

So thats why he ended up following you to the bar you were currently at

He made sure you hadnt noticed him staying in the back out of your sight

And he hated what he saw

He saw you having fun

You had met up with some of your girlfriends the three of you all laughing and drinking

You acting like you didnt have a care in the world, like the two of you didnt argue before you left out

Having a good time as if you didnt leave him alone in the house

He watched you dancing as though you were having the time of your life as other mean stared and gawked at you

He watched as a guy singled you out and was clearly flirting with you

And worst you let him and was encouraging him

You kept touching his shoulder laughing at his jokes letting him dance against you

Words couldnt describe the irritation he felt watching

He wanted nothing more then to rip that mans hands off you and fly away with you in his arms

But part of him felt like he deserved this

This feeling he had, was it how you felt?

If so he needed to fix this, was all that he could think

And he was about to go to you, but before he could someone called out his name

"Hey! Hawks is here!"

Fuck he said to himself when a crowd started to form around him

His eyes then connected with yours knowing you heard he was here

And for a moment he thought you were gonna come up to him

But instead you kept talking to the random guy ignoring him

Hawks wanted to go to you and talk to just take you back home

But was having trouble getting away from the crowd

He was all smiles talking to his fans but the whole time he kept his eyes on you

But somehow it became a battle to see who was going to be more stubborn

You continued to dance with the random guy, but now you knew keigo was here watching you

You convinced yourself not to care, you came here to have fun and he wasnt going to ruin it for you

But thats just what he was doing as you watched him talk to some random girl now

He was here to get under you skin, you were sure of it

But two could play this little game

Both of you having this little war with each other watching each other from across the room

And you couldnt lie you were enjoying it a bit

Seeing his eyes watching you, knowing he had to be feeling the sting of jealousy as another man held you close

But It all came to a head when you saw the girl he was dancing with lips on his neck

He wasnt looking at you when you saw that all his attention clearly on her

You couldn't deny the sharp feeling in your chest at the sight

And not wanting to see anymore you left the dance floor telling the guy you needed to go to the bathroom

Hawks pulled away from the handsy fan

Denying anymore of her advances

Yeah he had been trying to get under your skin now but thats was a bit much

But now when he looked up to find you again, only to see you were gone

His stomach sank

Where did you go? You had to had just seen that?

Did you leave with that guy? Hawks started to panic when he didnt seem him either

Where did you go? Why was he being so stupid just now? He should have just went to talk to you

Just then keigo noticed the guy you had been flirting with at the bar and went up to him

"The girl you were dancing with? Where'd she go?"

The guy looked at him like he was crazy "whats it too you?" He challenged him

But keigo wasnt in a playful mood and grabbed the man by the collar, "Answer the question asshole."

The guy quickly put his hands up in defeat, "she just said-

"Hawks?"

He heard his name called out and looked behing him to see you

"What are- you are so unbelievable." Yku shook your head storming off

You couldn't believe him he had the audacity to attack the guy you had been talking to

It didnt take much thought to figure out why

And it annoyed you to no end

So keigo could flirt and let girls kiss all over him but if you had a guy around you that was too much

He was such a hypocrite

You were angry your whole way back home

You stood in the mirror once you got back

But with a different feeling in your stomach then the feeling you had before you left

You felt defeated your plans of fun had been ruined and you felt like your back in the same spot you had been in

Hawks was giving you a little bit of space taking his time getting back home

Because now you were probably madder than before at him

When hr got in he saw you had just got out the shower

"Y/n..."

You heard him call out your name But you ignored him

Y/n, you have to listen to me."

You werent going to turned around but before you knew it he hugged you from behind

"Im sorry."

"Let go of me hawks." You spat out but he didnt budge

"Just listen to me y/n..."

"Why are we doing this to each other?" You asked quietly, "Why do you keep hurting me? What are we even doing? It clearly isnt wor-"

"Ive been an idiot, y/n."

Keigo buried his face in your neck, "I've been so stupid, but please please dont leave me."

You were trying to fight back tears, "I dont want to leave you keigo....but I cant-"

"Dont say you can't with me anymore. I need you." Keigo pleaded holding you tighter

You were so frustrated

You still loved him, you still wanted to be with him, because when things are good between you they're great

But the way your relationship had been it was becoming too much

But you wanted to stay with him

Because you loved him

You moved your hands and held on to his arms secretly enjoying his embrace that you missed so much

"I know you mean well keigo-"

"I love you so much y/n," keigo cut you off again, "I know ive been an asshole, ive been neglectful, ive been the worst, but dont give up on me. Please."

You finally turned around to face him and hugged him back

You could see the sincerity in his eyes as you did "I love you too keigo but I just cant do this- we keep hurting each other...thats not what your supposed to do to the people you love."

Keigo pulled back "You want me to tell everyone about us? I will." He told you, "You want me to tell you everything ive been doing I will, I promise you Ill to whatever it takes to fix us. I dont want to live the way we have anymore."

You knew he was serious and your heart leaped hearing his words but you werent sure

"You're the only one I want y/n" he said giving you a light kiss

Almost like he was asking for permission

"Ill do whatever it takes for you to forgive me."

He said inbetween kisses, "you're so important to me, im sorry i made you think you weren't."

You couldnt lie he was finally saying everything you wanted to hear

And you wanted to believe him

"You promise?" You asked him

"I promise."

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha x reader #bnha hawks #mha hawks #bnha keigo #keigo takami x reader #my hero academia keigo takami #hawks x reader

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sokka-with-his-hair-down · 4 years

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Cabin Leader Zukka AU

Credit to @im-a-sokka-for-you, @waywarddork, @king-bumi-for-president, @sokkaseboyhair, and @crying-at-ikea for helping out with this monstrosity of a post!! Stupid Squad™ ily ❤️

This is long af but I promise it’s worth it 🥺🥺

Sokka and Zuko are rival cabin leaders at a summer camp

The camp has sort of a 4-elements theme because I say so

Eight Cabins. Two Water-Themed, two Fire Themed, two Earth-Themed, and Two Air-Themed.

Sokka leads the Southern Water Cabin. Yue the Northern. Aang leads one of the Air Cabins, and Suki leads an Earth Cabin. Zuko and Ty Lee lead the Fire Cabins. (Ty Lee shamelessly flirts with the assistant camp director, Mai...)

Sokka and Zuko’s cabins, along with all the other cabins, are competing in the yearly camp competition. There are different challenges, like water balloon fights (water), mud runs (earth), zip lining (air), and s’more roasting (fire).

Zuko’s cabin wins most years, and Sokka’s like “not this year. This year WE take the trophy” and he’s got his heart set on it.

Sokka thinks Zuko’s obnoxious. He sees him as hot-headed and snippy and arrogant. And he’s almost militaristic with his cabin kids. (And yet they love him. Even more annoying.)

Sokka wants to be the ✨fun cabin✨, he usually does, but he starts pushing harder to advance to the next round of the competition and win.

Sokka and Zuko have multiple confrontations. They’re snarky and sarcastic “good luck out there😈” kind of things (which Sokka HATES)

The two cabins pull pranks on each other all the time. Very Parent-Trap-esque. Sokka and Zuko plan a lot of them, but that doesn’t stop the kids from doing a few on their own (I imagine some very lovable OC campers).

Sokka wakes up with a shaving-cream beard more than once.

Zuko wakes up wearing makeup once...

Then, as the story unfolds with whatever subplots a writer may put in, Sokka catches more and more glimpses of Zuko acting more human... and hey... Zuko’s sort of sweet when he’s like that...

No. This is a competition. Zuko bad. Winning good.

Sokka confides in Aang and Yue one night after a staff meeting.

“You don’t understand, guys! He’s—he’s infuriating! He’s good at everything, and the kids all like him, and I know I’m supposed to hate the guy but I don’t anymore! And I don’t know why! And part of me feels like he deserves to win every damn time even thought it’s ridiculous that he does-”

“Sokka.”

Aang looks at him almost sympathetically. Sokka tilts his head in confusion.

“Have you considered that maybe you just have a little crush on him?”

“WHAT?!”

“...”

“Oh. Shit.”

Anyway Sokka has a bit of an awakening and is like “OH NO I LIKE ZUKO I’M SUPPOSED TO HATE ZUKO.”

After panicking about that for way too long, Sokka winds up telling Suki about this revelation and Suki is like:

“Well... I don’t know if I should be telling you this, but I think Zuko’s had a crush on you for years.”

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

Suki sort of awkwardly admits that she’s picked up on it. She and Zuko are friends (something Sokka could never fathom why but he left it be) and she tells Sokka how Zuko talks about him... an absurd amount. And how Zuko, on more than one occasion, has accidentally called Sokka cute.

(i.e “just because he’s Mr. Cute and Friendly doesn’t mean he can walk around like he owns the place!” “You think he’s cute?” “What? Uh-”)

Leading up to the final face off where Zuko and Sokka’s cabins will compete against each other, Sokka leaves his campers with Suki for a few minutes and approaches Zuko’s cabin one night and asks to speak with him. Alone.

There’s a unanimous “oooooooooooh!” from the campers.

The two step outside, and Sokka’s freaking out, but he’s gonna do it anyway.

He’s really awkward about it and keeps beating around the bush.

“Just get to the point, Sokka!!”

“Um. Do you like me?”

That. Was not what he meant to say.

In all honesty, Sokka meant to say that he likes Zuko, and THEN ask him if he liked him back, but he panicked, give the guy a break.

Zuko’s face goes completely blank.

“Wait, what?”

Sokka, now suddenly convinced he and Suki were wrong, chickens out and bolts, Zuko calling after him. (He can’t chase him because he can’t leave his campers unattended.)

Sokka freaks out silently as he leads his campers back to his cabin for the night.

He doesn’t get much sleep.

Day of the big competition. The campers are getting ready for the final showdown. Zuko’s team is a few points ahead of Sokka’s, but not ahead by many.

Sokka avoids Zuko all morning. Aang, Yue, and Suki are worried about him but he brushes it off, saying it’s no biggie (it is).

Right before the first challenge he overhears one of his campers talking to someone from Zuko’s cabin. The kid from the opposing cabin says “Zuko was in a bad mood last night. He didn’t wanna tell us why, though.”

Oh no. It’s worse than he thought. Zuko is angry at sokka. More than usual.

The games begin. Both teams tally up points after each round of whatever they’re doing (three-legged race, canoeing, etc).

The final score is kept secret—the camp director (accompanied by Mai<3) says the final score will be announced that night at the campfire.

Sokka makes sure he doesn’t run into any scar-faced boys on the way to his cabin. Or at dinner. Or on his way to the campfire.

Everyone is gathered around outside, fire blazing, hot-cocoa and s’mores present. Sokka doesn’t even care about winning anymore. In fact, he hopes Zuko wins, so he doesnt get any more angry.

But

The Southern Water Cabin wins.

Sokka’s campers jump up and scream with excitement. And though he isn’t feeling quite himself, he still offers hugs and high fives and congratulates them all on their hard work.

Then, suddenly, while kids are mingling and cheering, Sokka feels a tap on his shoulder and spins around.

Zuko.

“Hi.”

Sokka can’t find words to say. He just stares. Is... is Zuko gonna yell at him?

“Good job.” Zuko’s holding out his hand for Sokka to shake. Sokka does so, hesitantly.

“Uh... thanks.”

After a moment too long, they end the handshake. There’s a beat of awkward silence and Sokka’s heart is racing.

“Look,” Sokka begins. “About last night. I-”

“Don’t. Me first.” Zuko looks really uncomfortable, but he still keeps talking. “You were right.”

“Huh?”

“I like you. I have liked you, I mean. For a long time. Like, three years.”

Sokka’s dumbfounded. “I thought you hated me.”

Zuko sort of nervously admits that he’s not very good with people (and that he takes great enjoyment in riling people up). And he apologizes like:

“Sorry I was a dick. Me being a fucking gay idiot who can’t ask people out doesn’t excuse me being mean. So I’m sorry.”

Sokka’s sort of touched by all of this. Zuko apologized for being an ass and he has a crush on Sokka?

Sokka figures he should apologize too, since he was pretty much just as mean to Zuko as Zuko was to him. “I’m sorry, too.”

Eventually, the stilted conversation gets sort of quiet and even more awkward, and Sokka realizes he still hasn’t confessed. And, well, better late than never.

“I like you, too.”

“Huh?”

“I like you. As in. Like. I have a crush. On you. So there.”

Zuko has no idea how to react, but eventually a giant grin makes its way into his face and it looks beautiful in the firelight and he just sort of goes:

“Um... do you wanna get coffee or tea with me? Or something? Now?”

“You mean the shitty camp coffee and tea?” Sokka quips.

“Hot Cocoa it is.”

They walk up to the kitchen building and hang out at the counter and actually get to know each other for the first time in years. And Sokka thinks that becoming a cabin leader is the best decision he’s ever made.

(They may or may not have kissed sometime during the rest of their stay. A couple of times. A lot of times. Okay, they made out in the pantry a ton, but that’s nobody’s business but theirs.)

If anyone wants to write this, lemme know!! And again thank you Stupid Squad™ <3 @chaoticidiott @appa-bottom-jeans @soft-zuko you’re also Stupid Squad™ so this is your child as well now. Enjoy.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #sokka #zukka #avatar #atla headcanons #atla hc #atla hcs #zukka hc #zukka hcs #zukka headcanon #zukka headcanons #aang #suki #yue #mai #ty lee #zukka cabin leader au

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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me, nodding of to sleep: IM HERE IM HERE

did my head just loll to the side? you will never know. first of all this chapter was the most beautiful thing i have ever read. Mavid have my HEART. It's also 4 16 am so im sorry if the reactions are a little bland but this was PERFECT.

me, throughout the whole thing: mavid mavid mavid

They had kissed for the first time almost a week ago. And they had kissed again. A couple of times.

Okay fine, they had kissed a lot since then.

Not a lot a lot. But a lot.

Wait a minute. How much kissing was a lot of kissing?

this is adorable

“I heard he cried when he found out Lexi and Liv were dating,” David chuckled.

yup that's jace

“We have to pay to talk on the phone?” Max asked incredulously. “I thought it was free.”

“Of course it isn’t free, Max!” David chuckled. “We have to pay for WiFi too.”

“This is ridiculous!” Max said. “Next you will say we have to pay for electricity.”

“Um, we do have to pay for electricity,” David chuckled again.

we pay for water too

but max you didnt know-

“Don’t let them guilt trip you!” Max had chastised. “They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”

cant relate nope

“I don’t know,” Max groaned. “My family is so dramatic.”

the lightwood-banes in one sentence

THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS MY HEART CANNOT CONTAIN

“Well, too late!” Max announced. “This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.”

In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that.

nah its gonna be great

“Perhaps you should just take him to the New York Library. They have, uh, books.”

yes that is what they keep in libraries

OH MY GOD THE FRIEND IS ELYASS

HERE'S MY FAVORITE DEMON Y'ALL

His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice.

But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages.

well-

you know i really shouldnt have laughed at the demon attack news but for some reason i did

i blame my sleep deprivation

shit i feel sick

you know maybe i shouldve just waited till the morning...

ok but the demon attack is NOT coincidental

there is something going on

“I thought dragon demons were extinct!” Max yelled over the commotion.

well-

ANJALI

“Man, fuck the orders!” Max said in frustration.

if you get hurt ill kill you

oh it's not her

well fuck

“That was an Armani, you piece of shit!” Rafael yelled at the demon. Max almost laughed.

THE AUDACITY

It really did. Dragon demons smelled like they lived inside a boys locker room.

well that's nice to know

FUCK THEY ARE TALKING NOW???

ok what is going on

“Say the thing!!!”

“I’m not saying the damn thing, you maniac!”

“Say the thing!”

Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.

“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

LMAO THEM

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.”

Im so sleepy i cant even react to this

but THEM I CANT-

WHERE.IS.ALEC

Max wanted to laugh. Only David would worry about another person while being injured in the infirmary.

MUST BE PROTECTED

Max nodded; his throat still dry. He couldn’t stop staring at David. At the wound. At the blood.

Also, maybe the naked chest.

AHEM

OH MY GOD JAIME IS ALIVE

we're getting lightwood-bane fluff LET ME CRY

alec...

on one hand alec smoking is fucking hot BUT WITH THE MUNDANE DISEASES OH HELL NAH

“But it tastes so good when it’s from your plate!” Max said with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, you want my food? Here!” Rafael grinned and threw a piece of chicken at his face.

Max caught it with his mouth cause wasting food was a crime. “Thanks, bro!”

“You little s-”

HE CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH

“And no fighting over chicken!” Bapak pointed out. “We can always summon some more.”

“Order,” dad corrected. “We don’t summon. We order. And then we pay.”

“How do we destroy capitalism if we have to pay for everything?” Max asked.

Max has a point y'know

“That’s rich coming from someone who is wearing an Armani jacket,” Max stuck out his tongue.

“It was a gift!” Rafael said, furiously chewing on his chicken.

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked.

LMAO

Max: What even-

Max: Can shadowhunters get high on iratzes lol

CAN THEY???

David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!”

MOOD

PLEASE RAFAEL AND MAGNUS ARE LIKE "About time"

SAME THOUGH

“David is what you get if Dad and Uncle Jace and Uncle Jem had a baby.”

STOP NO

“Oh,” Max said. “Uh, David and I…We are dating.”

Dad choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

Bapak chuckled next to him. “Of course you didn’t know.”

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?”

“There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!”

There's alec. Yup

OH MY GOD NOT THE SEX TALK

good thing i had wattpad I MEAN-

“Kissing?” dad gaped. “On the mouth???”

“Um, where else would we kiss?” Max asked incredulously.

“Well, actually,” Bapa cleared his throat. “There are many ways you can enjoy-”

IM CACKLING

And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life.

Max decided he would rather get attacked by a hoard of dragon demons than sit through it any longer

“You guys know we have something called the internet, right?” Max demanded.

“Well, the internet can have mixed messages,” Bapak sniffed. “We on the other hand have real life experien-”

“Magnus!” dad looked red in the face.

“Fine,” Bapak sighed. “Now moving on to the importance of lubrication and-”

“I’m begging you to stop,” Max groaned.

THE NOISES WHICH LEFT MY MOUTH ARE NOT OK TO BE MAKING AT 3 30 AM

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.”

HE'S SO DRAMATIC

“Well,” dad said carefully. “David is…”

“French?” Max asked.

i blame my sleep deprived ass for laughing at this

next thing i know someone's being tortured and im laughing because i dont have sleep in my system

Max honey...

listen to him

i for one, dont want a repeat of pg 511 cols

oh he's finding out about the incident

that's what i call it

Max thought of all the stories he had heard then. The one of the warlock who killed people who he could bring back his dead girlfriend. The one about a nephilim mother who paired up with prince of hell to bring back her dead son.

oh yeah...

shudder

They called it The Jem effect.

AYYYYY

It was true. In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual.

very very valid. have a good day sir

AWW MAX DIDNT KNOW HE COULD BLUSH

you know it's a sign ive been watching b99 too much that i was imagining mina talking like gina...

pls send help

ALSO MINA BESTEST SDCHJDFVYDYUGFYUGFVDYVFD

“Can we not talk about my boyfriend’s sperm, please?”

im surprised my parents havent woken up by the sound i let out

BUT HEY THE DOOR'S CLOSED SO

SUGGENS MINA

“I’m hearing an inflated sense of self-importance,” he heard Ragnor call from the bathroom. “Is Magnus here?”

“Just the spawn,” Max called back.

THE SPAWN BYE-

“He is married to the Consul!” Tessa chuckled. “And one of his sons is a shadowhunter.”

“It’s still very bad for our reputation,” Ragnor grumbled. “He is too close with shadowhunters.”

“You are the headmaster of Scholomance!” Catarina said incredulously. “You teach nephilim! Even though you don’t need a job!”

“I was coerced!” Ragnor huffed. “Manipulated by the children of the angel.”

really ragnor?

The grin disappeared and Ragnor buried his face on Catarina’s shoulder. “I can’t go through this again, Cat! Not again!”

“So much for not taking up after his father, huh?” Catarina chuckled and looked at him. “That’s nice, Max. We are happy for you.”

“We are not!” Ragnor said in a muffled voice.

RAGNOR DJHDCUHUKIHDVVFDDB

OOOO MAX DIDNT KNOW ABOUT CAMILLE

a kind of endless love...

dont make me cry

“I know you are worried, love,” Tessa’s voice was a whisper. “You are worried about surviving after David. You are worried about your own heart. But you should never let that fear stop you from finding love. Because love is what sustains us immortals. It keeps us alive. When you love a mortal, you love them forever. You might not remember all the memories. The colour of their eyes or the sound of their voice. But you will remember the love. You will carry that love inside you forever. It does not make you weak or fragile. It makes you stronger. And you will forever be grateful for it.”

my eyeballs are too tired to cry

stop it

THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM

bitch you hate children wtf-

Max laughed. “I’m going to kill dad for making us do this. God, this is so weird!”

better get it done now

HE'S DAVID'S FOREVER

dont do this to me at 4 am

“You should two should some spend time together. Get to know each other and all of that,” Max suggested with a smile. “Maybe you can bond over archery or something.”

“I’m pretty sure he would use me for target practice,” David mumbled.

“Don’t be ridiculous, David!” Max said incredulously. “My father doesn’t need target practice!”

At this point, a David and alec scene isn't a want its a NEED

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do.

me throughout life

max Rafael isn't the one smoking-

OH MY GOD MY DAD JUST CAME TO CHECK ON ME THE WAY I SLAMMED MY LAPTOP

“Also tell him to stop smoking!” Max pointed out seriously. “It’s not good for his health! Especially with all the mundane illnesses going on.”

“I know, Max,” dad sighed heavily and blinked. “I mean, I’ll talk to him. For sure.”

Alec if anything happens to you...just know ill raise hell

“I don’t want easy,” David smiled. “I want you.”

IT'S 4 AM DUDE

AYYY THE SHANGHAI SHADOW MARKET

CELESTIAL PALACE

“Dad? The Consul? That dad?” David looked surprised and relieved all at once. “Oh my god, he doesn’t hate me!”

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.”

of course, he did

oh my god SLEEP. there is so much to do tomorrow dying...my grammar was really bad and I don't have what it takes to use Grammarly's corrections except for the ones it's already doing as type.

this chapter had my heart BURSTING!! AHHHHHHH

the talk was so important I'm so glad they took care of that. ok imma head to bed now BYEE

Eeeeeee this was a lot sfkjdfkd I hope you are okay. Get some sleep next time or I will call the police.

Thank you as always for reading, reacting and supporting 💚

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ayatosmlktea · 4 years

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Oh! Thank god you're ok with im requesting an imagine. Um if its not much to ask, can i have uh angst turns happy modern au levi x s/o imagine. Levi's s/o suffers from anxiety and mild depression so she gets really anxious and scared when she heard rumours that levi is cheating (which he is not) thank you!!

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Y/N knew that she hadn’t been the best company the last few weeks. She knew that her depression was getting the best of her, coupled with her anxiety Y/N found herself more often than not retreating into herself. Levi constantly told her that he was there for her and that she could always come to him but Y/N knew that he was busy, now so more than ever. She put up a fake smile long enough to have him believing that she was fine but behind the facade she just wanted to lie in bed and disappear.

Unfortunately, being a responsible adult with bills to pay meant that she had no choice but to drag her ass out of bed and go to work. Everyday was the same, spending eight hours a day sitting at her desk, filing paperwork, making phone calls and forcing herself to sit through conversations at lunch she didn’t want to be a part of. Y/N was taking a much needed bathroom break, the day was dragging on and she had woken up with a migraine that no amount of caffeine could tame.

She needed five minutes to herself where people weren’t screaming at her over the phone over issues that were out of her control. It wasn’t their fault their director had decided to completely bypass their advice and do the exact thing they had told their client NOT to do. Y/N massaged her temples, willing her migraine to leave, she still had a few hours of work left and knew that it was going to be a long day. If Levi hadn’t been swamped with work negotiating new trade deals she would have gone to see him for a quick head massage. His fingers could work miracles. Just as she was about to open the stall door she heard hushed voices entering the bathroom.

“Are you serious?”

“I saw it with my own two eyes dude! They were kissing!” Y/N rolled her eyes, the office was always buzzing with gossip and she didn’t ever care for it. Especially not when all she wanted to do was hide under her blankets at home.

“Why would Levi be kissing Petra?”

Y/N’s hand froze over the latch of the stall door, the air was suddenly kicked out of her lungs.

“Have you seen the way she looks at him? You can practically feel the sexual frustration radiating off of her”

A ball of nerves settled in her stomach, her eyes were wide at hearing Levi, her Levi, being seen kissing someone else. A million thoughts were racing through her mind as she tried and failed not to picture the two of them together. Petra was nice, she knew they were together. She wouldn’t do something like that to her...would she.

“Oh my God do you think Y/N knows?” Y/N could hear the blood rushing in her ears, her whole body felt uncomfortably hot.

“I don’t think so. They came in together this morning and I saw him kissing Petra last night.”

“That’s so embarrassing! I kind of feel bad for her”

The voices gradually grew fainter as the girl’s left the bathroom. Y/N felt like a knife twist was being twisted in her gut, why hadn’t Levi told her? He had mentioned that he was going to be working late and had told her not to wait up for him, was this why? Y/N felt like throwing up, finding out that her boyfriend was cheating on her, from work gossip no less, didn’t help the growing feeling of despair.

Rubbing her eyes to wipe away any tears that she refused to let fall she finally stepped out of the stall. Grabbing a paper towel she tried to dry her eyes as best as she could, there was only so long she could stay in the bathroom without drawing suspicion towards herself. Her eyes were bloodshot but there was nothing she could do about that, at least she could blame it on her migraine.

As luck would have, Y/N bumped into Petra on the way out of the bathroom. The orange haired girl smiled brightly at her like she always did and while Y/N usually returned it, she couldn’t bear to look at her. The fact that Petra was acting like she hadn’t been kissing her boyfriend behind her back was enough to make Y/N want to punch her in the face. Heat spread across the back of her neck and she stared straight ahead, completely ignoring Petra.

Sitting back at her desk she tried to focus on getting her work done but her thoughts kept torturing her with images of Levi doing things with Petra that he’d done to her. It was masochistic but she couldn’t stop them. A sinking feeling settled over her and the longer she thought about it the more she realized that it was probably her fault that Levi had felt the need to seek comfort from someone else. She knew that she could be unpleasant to be around, she had a tendency to push people away when she was going through a depressive episode.

Guilt and self-loathing made themselves at home weighing on her heart heavily, maybe it was for the best that they broke up.

Petra was Levi’s equal in their field and Y/N was, well, unimpressive. Nothing about her really stood out, she wasn’t funny or outgoing or as friendly as Petra was. Y/N bit her lip hard enough to keep herself from crying in front of all her coworkers. The final hours of her shift dragged on but she had somehow managed to survive until the end. Grabbing her bag she hastily threw on her jacket hoping to avoid running into Levi or Petra on her way out.

It seemed that the universe and everything else was against her, before she could even make it to the elevator she had been pulled into Levi’s office. The familiar smell of his cologne made her want to sink into his embrace but after having spent the entire afternoon stewing in her own self-destructive thoughts it made her feel sick.

The kiss he pressed against her temple left an acidic feeling in her throat.

“I missed you, what do you say we order in tonight? All these shitty contracts are giving me a headache” It had taken a while for Levi to completely warm up to her, while he wasn’t one for pda especially at the office she had taken pride in getting him to at least kiss her in the privacy of his own office. Now it felt like all that time they had spent getting to know each other was for nothing.

“Actually, I think I’m going to stay at my place tonight.” Y/N refused to meet his gaze, keeping her eyes glued to the floor.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I’m just not feeling well, I don’t want my bad mood to rub off on you” She mumbled, pulling herself away from his embrace but Levi’s grip on her biceps tightened.

“I know when you’re lying to me, brat. Now tell me what’s wrong” Against her will hot tears threatened to spill over.

“Do you still love me?” Levi’s eyebrow raised, his eyes bore into hers wondering why she was asking him such a pointless question.

“You know I do” Her eyebrows knit together, turning her face away from him. She wanted to believe him but her anxiety was getting the best of her. He was probably only saying that because he didn’t want her to find out about him and Petra. He couldn’t really love her, not when she was such a mess. She could barely get out of bed in the morning, why would he want to be with someone like her?

“Hey,” Levi’s voice is soft, the tone he uses for when they’re alone. The pads of his thumbs brush away the tears that were falling down her face.

“Are you in love with Petra?” Gunmetal eyes narrow as his fingers stop moving along her damp skin.

“Where the hell did you get that ridiculous idea?” Y/N felt herself shrink under his gaze, no matter how many times she had seen it this was the first time she had ever been the subject of it.

“I uh, I heard some of the girls in the bathroom talking about how they saw you kissing Petra last night.” Levi sighed, his hands cupped Y/N’s face.

“I didn’t kiss her Y/N, I would never betray your trust like that!”

“Then why are people saying they saw you kissing her?” Y/N really wanted to believe Levi but if there were witnesses then maybe he was just really good at lying to her. She didn’t want to be caught off gaurd and end up looking stupid for not seeing the signs of a cheating boyfriend right in front of her.

“Baby, listen to me. I would never cheat on you! I love you so much and I wouldn’t do anything to ruin us. Petra wasn’t even with me last night. Please trust me” Levi’s eyes never lied, but she was too far gone in her doubts to shake them off.

“Why me?” Once again trying to pull away from Levi’s grasp she felt a wave of disgust course through her. She wasn’t special! There were so many other people who were better than her! She wasn’t pretty like Petra, she was just ordinary! Easily overlooked, there was nothing about her that Levi could possibly love. Who would want to be with something that was always depressed? It would be better if she just disappeared, he’d be better off without her.

Levi looked heartbroken, he couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth.

“Is that really how you feel about yourself?” Y/N felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she realized she had exposed the thoughts that were in her head had come out without even knowing it.

Tilting her chip up with two fingers Levi’s lips brushed against hers in a soft slow kiss.

“You are beautiful” he mumbled between kisses. There was no room to escape, Levi’s dominant presence always managed to make her feel cornered more so now that her back was literally against the wall.

“You are an amazing woman, I don’t care who you think is better than you because everyone else pales in comparison to you.” Y/N’s eyes began to water again, she hated crying in front of Levi but fuck if he didn’t know just what to say. Burying her face in the crook of his neck her hands gripped the material of his suit jacket like he was her anchor, the only thing keeping her from slipping into the dark recesses of her mind.

“I’m sorry” her words almost completely muffled but Levi caught them. It made his heart heavy to know that stupid rumors had caused Y/N to spiral into a mess of self-doubt and hatred. The fact that she had even considered the possibility of him cheating on her meant that he wasn’t doing his job of loving her properly.

“Come on, let’s go home. I think we could both use a shower and some pizza” Kissing the top of her head Levi stepped back, the sight of her bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks pulling at his heartstrings painfully.

“I love you, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have listened to those stupid rumors.” Y/N tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, an anxious habit Levi had picked up on before they had started dating. Grabbing her hands in his he held them over his chest.

“I want you to be able to come to me when you’re feeling down. I don’t care how busy I am, your feelings are important to me! You are no less beautiful or strong to me, even when you’re struggling” Y/N’s face lit up in a way that he hadn’t seen in weeks. He missed her smile and would do anything to make sure she always felt loved. Before the night was over Levi was going to make sure Y/N knew exactly how special she was to him.

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SFW Alphabet - Ramsay Snow

OhhHHHh BOy lets uh, lets do it guys. Let’s chill with Ramsay boy. Damn you Iwan Rheon

Sorry for slow updates, its been uh …. Week, for everyone, and im slowly getting back into my old groove. I’m tryna catch up with requests, which is what this is!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

When Ramsay wants you in his arms or misses tasting your lips, he seeks you out immediately. Oftentimes, his affection is overwhelming and he usually disregards whatever you’re in the middle of. His hugs can be too tight, his kisses are hungry and rough. He doesn't know how else to be; that's just his default.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

His capacity for actual friendship is questionable, but Ramsay knows how to fake amiability. He can be very charming when he puts his mind to it, and he has several like-minded men who follow him, although you question if that's actual "friendship".

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

You'd notice that Ramsay would get into these moods where he wanted you close as possible, so he'd capture you in an embrace and stubbornly keep you in it until he's satisfied. If it's during the day, fine, but when he does it at night you get too warm … well, it's not terrible when it's cold outside. He always holds too tight, and if you're shorter, he always rests his chin on your head. His grip loosens when he falls asleep, so you can wiggle out easier if it's getting too hot.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ramsay never had interest in such things, even with his father lecturing him about having a proper highborn wife and producing heirs. It's not interesting enough for him, and while he did marry you, you were something of an exception. For cooking, he's actually quite good at cleaning animals and roasting them, and he'll do it now and again even if there's a full kitchen staff in the Dreadfort. Cleanliness is another matter entirely. He's finally dressing like a proper lord, but he'll still leave his things in disarray.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

… Messily.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He initially had little regard for commitment. He had all sorts of mistresses and girls, and if they became jealous or angry, he'd do away with them. He wasn't looking forward to martial duty, either. However, he makes dozens of exceptions for you, not just in this case. You two may have been arranged to marry, but he finds you far too amusing to bother straying.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

For the most part, he rarely is. Ramsay always seems overcome by some strong emotion when he’s with you, and he can be a little much in how he expresses that affection. There are times when he’s just too rough when he’s with you, especially when you’re intimate, and you need to scold him and tell him to knock it off. There are times when he appears calm, but you know he’s simmering on something. However, as time went on, you began to notice that he’s had days where he’s quietly observed you or held you more carefully, as he remembered your earlier words and wanted to please you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ramsay wouldn’t consider his overwhelming embraces “hugs”, he’d actually find that a strange way to put it. He didn’t recall receiving anything like that in his childhood, after all, and when you give him a simple one, he pulls you into a full embrace instead. He’s very warm, and his arms are strong as he holds you tight. You can hear the rumble of his laugh as you rest against his chest. While he likes it when you hug him, he prefers his method.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He said those words fairly early, and at first you thought he was mocking you. Maybe he was at the time, putting on his sweet voice and petting your hair, and he only laughed when you slapped his hand away. He started saying it every other day, just to see that annoyed look on your face, or better, when you’d shove him aside. Roose told him not to agitate you, but Ramsay was having too much fun with his new “wife”.

You didn’t notice when he stopped saying it regularly, just because he had a slew of other little problems you had to deal with. Managing the Dreadfort meant there was never a dull day, between your dear husband’s hobbies and your father-in-law’s looming presence. What you did notice is that Ramsay would become increasingly more clingy, his jealousy was triggered more easily, and he was far more greedy when you slept with him. He used to just drop by a few times a week to bother you, but now he seemed to want to find you several times throughout your day.

He was getting quite attached, you noticed, which wasn’t entirely bad. Sometimes he was even sweet, even if he had that mischievous glint the whole time. Then, on a fairly innocuous day, Ramsay said the words again as he was leaving. Your ears burned a little, because they sounded different. He didn’t even seem to notice; he was already gone. For better or for worse, the Dreadfort’s bastard was very taken with you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ramsay is terrible with his jealousy, so you know to discourage the more unscrupulous lords and soldiers that visit the Dreadfort. Basic courtesies are fine, but you’re wary of any man giving a little too much attention to your dress or looks. Even if they’re just trying to flatter the Lady of the Dreadfort, you know it won’t end well for them if Ramsay overhears. You find it difficult to pity the more lecherous men, however.

His jealousy manifests as possessiveness, and you’re sure that he doesn’t think through it at all. Sometimes it’s an instant reaction, pulling you to him and away from a flirting lord, sometimes it’s a more violent one, especially if he can get away with it. More than once you’d have to pull Ramsay away and soothe him, telling him to think of what his father would say. When you two are alone, he suddenly wants every part of you, leaving deep love bites on your neck and breasts while he rips at your dress.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Ramsay’s kisses are hard and hungry, as if he’s starved for your attention, even if you’ve been giving him plenty all night. He likes to bite at your lip and bite down to your neck, and if any blood is drawn, he wants to lick it up right away. He almost always has to hold you close or push you against a wall while he does this, which is good, because sometimes you feel a little dizzy afterward. He loves your lips and leaving love bites on your chest - you’re pretty confident he prefers dresses that are more difficult to move and unlace, just because he wants to rip them.

He isn’t too picky where you return the affections. He just wants your attention. He’ll be more than happy if you initiate the kisses first, however, it’s a surefire way to distract him from whatever he was doing.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

If you didn't want children, Ramsay wouldn't mind, even if it was both your duties to provide heirs. He would leave childcare to you or the septa, although sometimes looking at your child would amuse him. He'd like it if the girls took after you and the boys would be more similar to him.

Ramsay would be much more involved once the children were older. When he was feeling patient, he'd teach them archery and hunting, even the girls -- he'd be just as proud of a daughter being able to kill her first deer. If a child particularly took after him, he'd give them a hound and teach them how to train it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s usually got a strong arm wrapped around you and bringing you close to him. Your usual morning routine is wiggling out from under him and getting ready to wash up. You’re just about to leave the bath when Ramsay finally joins you, still looking a little bleary-eyed but very awake and wanting your attention right away. He might keep you in the baths a little longer, or he’ll follow you about as you get ready. Some mornings you wake up cold and realize he left at some point; he eventually joins you again at breakfast, completely awake and full of energy. You can only imagine what he was getting up to.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Ramsay prefers to go to bed at the same time as you, but sometimes he gets completely absorbed in… whatever his amusement of the day is, and he’ll walk into your shared chambers smelling like mud, blood and the woods. He’ll only obey your order to take a bath if you join him, and of course he’ll want to touch you and kiss you wherever he pleases. This will continue to the bed because it’s a very, very rare night when Ramsay doesn’t want his lovely wife.

He often sleeps without any clothes, or just his pants, so you’ve got a bare chest that’s as hot as a furnace to rest against… Which, in the winter, is quite nice, but otherwise can be too much. Sometimes he’s let go of you in his sleep or you’ve scooted from under him. If you’re especially cold, you can rest against his whole back and wrap your arm around his stomach. He sleeps so deeply, he doesn’t even notice when your cold feet touch him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

When you first married Ramsay, he’d say the most outlandish and terrible things, just to get a reaction out of you. You learned to stop giving him the feedback he wanted and sometimes you’d say equally ridiculous and awful things, just to stun him, but he’d only be more amused. It ended up being a sort of morbid game between you two.

“You’re late to dinner, dear husband, that’s the third time this week. Seeing your mistress, no doubt.”

“I was, my lovely wife, but first I took care of that soldier you smiled at so much. Would you like to see him?”

“Perhaps after dinner. Did you clean up, at least? If the halls or the hounds are bloody, I’m going to be very cross.”

Roose isn’t amused by any of this.

Ramsay would tell you truthful things when you never expected it. Sometimes he’d watch you brush your hair and suddenly mention something about his mother - what he remembered, anyway - or you’d pick up his bow and he’d eagerly tell you how he learned. The way he’d talk and look at you was very different from back when he tried to scare you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You can never really predict what will set Ramsay off entirely or what will just make him simmer. You know better than to say “bastard”, because you aren’t an idiot, but sometimes his temper with his men and the servants wasn’t consistent. With you, he never had any sort of explosive wrath, but you didn’t notice times when he was almost pouting because of your refusal to aknowledge whatever stupid thing he was doing at the time. If he was truly angry with you, he’d storm out of the room and take it out on some unlucky soul.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You never expected Ramsay to be attentive to such things, but sometimes you’d notice he’d hunt an animal you liked to eat, or he’d present you with a dress in the color you liked. He was always so proud of himself, it was almost endearing. Some days he just needed your approval.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s far more privy to you than you ever thought. Ramsay has quite a bit of your daily schedule memorized, he knows who you talk to the most in the Dreadfort, which handmaidens you’re friends with and which of his men is perhaps a little too eager to greet you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

For him, it had to be when you first pushed him down and straddled him. You were sick of his shit, he’d pushed you too far that day, and you bluntly told him how you felt. Ramsay held onto you in an instant but he did little else, just wanting you to get your anger out and excited to see where you went with it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s very protective, especially as his affection for you grew. More than anything, Ramsay wanted to protect you himself. If you two were travelling somewhere, he wanted to stay at your side, even if there were guards and you told him it would be fine. If you have to be left at the Dreadfort, he likes that even less, and when the war began he’d actually train his hounds to sleep outside your room. You kept telling him it was unnecessary, but at least the hounds behaved around you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Honestly, he’s pretty terrible about remembering any sort of birthday or anniversary. When you remembered his name day, he was taken aback and didn’t exactly know what he was supposed to do. Before the Dreadfort, and after he came to it, he’d never actually done anything like this. But Ramsay liked the attention you gave him, and he liked it when you were pleased with him.

While he never actively planned them, sometimes he’d whisk you away from whatever you were doing to show you something - sometimes it was archery, sometimes it was a new horse that you might like. It always surprised you, and you were amused by how boyish he could be when he was excited by something and wanted to share it with you. Of course, you preferred the talk of horses and archery as opposed to his more … distasteful interests.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

You were fully aware of Ramsay’s violent actions and questionable little interests, and you wanted nothing to do with them. Compared to that, his jealousy and neediness paled, but those were still irksome when they appeared.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Ramsay is fairly indifferent to his hair or what he wears, but he started to like it when you fussed over him. You'd pat his hair down or brush off some dirt on his cloak, and he'd start to realize how much he liked it. Sometimes he'd be careless on purpose just to get your attention and feel your hands on him. If there was something you liked about his physical appearance, he'd start to feel a little proud about it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He wouldn’t say as much if anyone said it, in fact, he’d probably laugh at such words. But if anything were to happen to you, or you were taken from him, Ramsay would truly feel a deep, sinking bitterness that he couldn’t shake. He’d be far more irritable, and his usual amusements wouldn’t be enough. He might become more reckless and dangerous, if anything.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Ramsay suddenly got the idea in his head to teach you archery, and he became quite single-minded in it. He liked to stand behind you and give you instruction, sometimes biting your ear or kissing your neck if he felt you weren’t paying attention. Of course you’d elbow him and try to focus. You could swear he was proud when you hit your mark, and anytime he’d spy you practicing on your own, he’d just have to watch for a few minutes before he became restless and went out to meet you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He’s so used to women crying or begging around him, and men doing just the same. He likes the way you glare at him and defy him, even just outright ignore him. He’s no fool, Ramsay knows when you’re actually uncomfortable or even fearful, but the fact you don’t pull your steely gaze away from him and address him with such a harsh voice keeps him quite interested.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Ramsay sleeps like the dead. He doesn't stir or make much noise; he may as well be a sack of rocks. It takes enough strength to move out of his embrace, and you know better than to let him fall asleep on your chest. You'll be stuck there until morning. While he doesn't snore, you noticed that sometimes his eyebrows and lips will twitch. He looks unusually peaceful when he's asleep, so it's amusing to see that expression change into how he usually looks, even for just a moment. As deep as his sleep is, he's alert and ready to go shortly after he wakes up, even if his hair is in all directions.

#ramsay snow #ramsay snow x reader #sfw alphabet #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #this lil shit right here

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quiltnepal74 · 3 years

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Plan for her to come round one evening, preferably on the weekend so you haven't got work the next day. Stick the fire on (or if you don't have one, make it cosy) and grab a bottle of red wine. Keep off the dull conversation of being homebuyers and talk fun, about yours and her life, background, hobbies etc. Slowly but surely move onto dating/relationship stuff so that she feels comfortable sharing personal information with you. But draw the line with this; don't start advising her on her love life because you then become the gay best friend. Make sure you drop plenty of tiny indicators that you see her in a different way to 'just friends' by saying things like 'wow you're clever and cute at the same time!' Remember to stick to the push-pull theory; always follow up statements of interest with a challenging question, teaser or disqualifier. The key point to picking up your neighbour is to let her know your intentions at some point. Your attempt to get her may be seen to her as you being a nice neighbour. So initiate the physical contact, push her around, prod her when she says something silly and tickle her when she deserves it. Make sure you are the one to call time on the night, but say how fun it's been and she's actually cooler than you first expected. Plan to do something again, but make sure its something outside of your street. If she's new to the area/city then you can show her something really cool and unique about your home town. Always suggest your house for meeting up. Never suggest her house, because we use that as a huge statement of interest. When she offers for you to come round to hers, that's when you know you can go for the close. Take her out on the town with you (and some pals if it makes it more comfortable) but don't drink ridiculous amounts; you want to go home in a good state. Suggest you head back because you have this well cool film you rented from Blockbuster the other day and haven't watched it yet. Head back to yours (make sure it's your house you go to) and sit her down on the sofa. Before you even put the film on, ask "do you want to kiss me?" (Mystery Kiss Close). If she says yes or maybe, go for it. Only if she says 'no' you reply by saying I didn't say you couldn't it just look like you had something on your mind. Continue straight on to stick the film on. The Ideal Date You've just been on a few! My personal favourite is on the sofa, bottle of wine and a film because women open up more when it's just you and them. If the mood is right, they will begin to feel very comfortable in your presence, but to get this even the smallest things count such as lighting, warmth, music etc. You do need to get her out of the house and to somewhere different with her though otherwise you will be 'just a neighbour'. A Saturday night at a cool wine bar is a good move, but back at 11pm to watch a movie. Maintaining It Enjoy living independently for the time being; you live 10 metres apart so there's no need to make dramatic life changing moves to be with her. Keep the relationship how it is for as long as you enjoy it this way. As well as you she will enjoy having her own home yet living only a few gardens down from you. Let her come to your house more than you go to hers; it's not a major but is a statement of authority. Introduce her to your friends and be eager to meet hers. Recommended Routines IOI - "I guess you're not just a pretty face... I like intelligent girls!" http://poinq888.com/ If you say this she will get what you have in mind. From her reaction you can judge whether you have done enough already or your not quite there with the attraction just yet. Close - "I've got this well cool film I want to watch at home, let's go cook some pasta and watch it, but out by 2am because I've got a busy day tomorrow." This is inviting her back to yours but putting a stop to it so she doesn't feel under pressure and knows when her exit point is.

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hotburst2 · 3 years

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How to Get the Girl Next Door Scenario Everyone would love of that 'girl next door' scenario where you can sneak next door when you please to a rather inviting hot female. You have some fun; you head home just after midnight. Wherever you live if there is an opportunity to seduce a neighbour, take advantage of it! For you young guys out there, you have the best opportunities when you're in your student accommodation. You share the same corridor with 100 other chicks! For you older guys, you don't walk directly past her door everyday, but im sure there is one on your street that you can't help but take a second glance at. Picking up your neighbour is a warm approach in some ways; you already have something in common, you share the same road name. It's only polite to get to know your neighbours so she should be more open to start that initial conversation than some girl in a bar. The Challenge However, Don't think that this is going to be a walkover; she knows more about you already than you think. She saw you getting changed in the front bedroom last week, and thinks you got to a little bit too much around the waist. She also saw you wear those dreadful boxers when taking the rubbish out late at night. Im sure the list goes on. Plus if you balls things up, you'll be the talk of the street and seeing her suddenly becomes a very awkward occurrence. There goes your invite for the street summer BBQ round at number four. How to Get It If you get it, then everything becomes ideal. It's worth the risk of pursuing her just because if you do, you have a potential Sunday night girl, a potential partner, and potentially a shared mortgage. And the reality of it is, the worst scenario is you make another friendly neighbour (which means an invite to the house party in the summer, where you will meet all her good looking friends). She would rather avoid being nasty to you as she has to live next to you for many years to come. Start by being the friendly neighbour who lives a cool life. The polite thing to do is to introduce yourself to new people on the street. Not enough people do it, hence the reason nobody really gets to know the people they live next to nowadays. Keep conversation brief, and close it after five-ten minutes of conversation. You don't want to be dragged onto the conversations of 'what colours she is going to paint each room' and 'how close the local shops are'. That's just standard conversation that the other neighbours would have had with her earlier in the day. Tell her you love to get to know new neighbours and that she should pop round one evening for a while and get to know each other. Thing to remember is, when people are new to an area/place/country/company they always open up a lot more to meeting people. So she will be more than happy to come round, and will be glad that you offered! Many of times I have approached girls that have moved to Bristol because of their job/lifestyle and didn't know anybody just yet, so they didn't require much tight pick up to get numbers from because they are in fact more eager than you to meet new people! Escalation Plan for her to come round one evening, preferably on the weekend so you haven't got work the next day. Stick the fire on (or if you don't have one, make it cosy) and grab a bottle of red wine. Keep off the dull conversation of being homebuyers and talk fun, about yours and her life, background, hobbies etc. Slowly but surely move onto dating/relationship stuff so that she feels comfortable sharing personal information with you. But draw the line with this; don't start advising her on her love life because you then become the gay best friend. Make sure you drop plenty of tiny indicators that you see her in a different way to 'just friends' by saying things like 'wow you're clever and cute at the same time!' Remember to stick to the push-pull theory; always follow up statements of interest with a challenging question, teaser or disqualifier. The key point to picking up your neighbour is to let her know your intentions at some point. Your attempt to get her may be seen to her as you being a nice neighbour. So initiate the physical contact, push her around, prod her when she says something silly and tickle her when she deserves it. Make sure you are the one to call time on the night, but say how fun it's been and she's actually cooler than you first expected. Plan to do something again, but make sure its something outside of your street. If she's new to the area/city then you can show her something really cool and unique about your home town. Always suggest your house for meeting up. Never suggest her house, because we use that as a huge statement of interest. When she offers for you to come round to hers, that's when you know you can go for the close. Take her out on the town with you (and some pals if it makes it more comfortable) but don't drink ridiculous amounts; you want to go home in a good state. Suggest you head back because you have this well cool film you rented from Blockbuster the other day and haven't watched it yet. Head back to yours (make sure it's your house you go to) and sit her down on the sofa. Before you even put the film on, ask "do you want to kiss me?" (Mystery Kiss Close). If she says yes or maybe, go for it. Only if she says 'no' you reply by saying I didn't say you couldn't it just look like you had something on your mind. Continue straight on to stick the film on. The Ideal Date You've just been on a few! My personal favourite is on the sofa, bottle of wine and a film because women open up more when it's just you and them. http://peartreegames.com/ If the mood is right, they will begin to feel very comfortable in your presence, but to get this even the smallest things count such as lighting, warmth, music etc.

You do need to get her out of the house and to somewhere different with her though otherwise you will be 'just a neighbour'. A Saturday night at a cool wine bar is a good move, but back at 11pm to watch a movie. Maintaining It Enjoy living independently for the time being; you live 10 metres apart so there's no need to make dramatic life changing moves to be with her. Keep the relationship how it is for as long as you enjoy it this way. As well as you she will enjoy having her own home yet living only a few gardens down from you. Let her come to your house more than you go to hers; it's not a major but is a statement of authority. Introduce her to your friends and be eager to meet hers. Recommended Routines IOI - "I guess you're not just a pretty face... I like intelligent girls!" If you say this she will get what you have in mind. From her reaction you can judge whether you have done enough already or your not quite there with the attraction just yet. Close - "I've got this well cool film I want to watch at home, let's go cook some pasta and watch it, but out by 2am because I've got a busy day tomorrow." This is inviting her back to yours but putting a stop to it so she doesn't feel under pressure and knows when her exit point is.

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Its You

Word count: a whole 5.4k

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female!Osterfield!reader

Warnings: Some steamy make outs, dancing without space for Jesus, swearing, Harrison being a cockblock lol

A/n: This is the longest Fic I’ve ever written so I hope yall like it.

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Harrison is probably the biggest pain in your ass. Yes, you loved your older brother, but he was extremely overprotective when it came to you. Yes as your older brother he was “responsible” for you but sometimes it could be annoying as hell. You and Harrison currently shared a flat together splitting the price in half. The college you were going to was right by his flat so he offered to let you live in the other room in his flat since he was looking for a roommate since Tom was gone a lot and honestly so was Harrison which was definitely nice. But on the topic of Tom. Tom Holland had to be the nicest guy you ever met. You had a huge crush on him and by huge your in love with him. Your crush started 4 years ago. You were 15 and he was 19. Tom came over to see Harrison, but Harrison was running late. You were sitting on the couch wrapped in the blankets with a bowl of popcorn watching The Avengers when you heard someone open the door.

“Harrison” you called thinking he was back from the store.

“Not Harrison, it’s Tom,” he said as he walked into the living room. He was wearing a tight white shirt with sweatpants making you drool a bit. Before you had a crush you always thought he was hot, but then that developed into feelings.

“Harrison is at the store right now, but he should be back soon. You can watch Avengers with me until he comes if you want” you smiled patting the couch gesturing him to sit down.

“Could never say no to Avengers” he laughed taking a seat next to you. You looked over at him to see goosebumps arise on his skin, so you shifted puting half the blanket over him. You also scooted closer to him and your legs were touching. He smiled at you making you blush and look down which he definitely notice making you want to hide under the blanket.

“Ya know this is gonna be you in like a year” you grinned, and he laughed.

“Yeah I don’t really know how to handle it I’m still freaking out” he laughed covering his face.

“You’re going to be amazing, you are so talented, and soon you’re going have a whole army of fangirls, you’re gonna be a Harry Styles” you declared putting your hand on his shoulder.

“You think so” he questioned. “Its a lot to take in, and I’m the third Spiderman what if I’m so much worse than Toby and Andrew”

“Tom, trust me, you are going to be incredible and they are gonna love you” you assured, and he smiled at you which he had done many times before, but this time your heart melted and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks yet again.

“Thanks, Y/N” he replied grabbing your and hand and giving it a squeeze.

And that was the day you realized you had a crush on Tom, and flash forward 4 years later and that so-called crush was now love. And your love for Tom was now starting to drive you a bit crazy. Due to your crush on him you broke off things with guys way too frequently, and you knew that you would always be his best friends younger sister, but you had some hope that maybe, just maybe he felt the same way.

“Harrison can Willow and I please come to the club with you tonight, we can’t get in without you and Tom” you begged. There was a club by your flat that was supposed to be one of the best, but it was so hard to get into, but since you knew a certain celebrity that was going tonight you could get in with him.

“I do not need to see you wasted all over a bunch of guys, absolutely not I am not clubbing with you” he maintained causing you to groan.

“Ugh Harrison please, it’s supposed to be the best night they have had in a while and I’m 19 you have to stop acting like im 14 please” you complained.

“Harrison just let her come it’s gonna be an awesome night” called a voice from down the hallway. It was Tom who was staying at your flat to catch up with Harrison for the week. You felt heat rush to your face but quickly brushed it off.

“SEE, Tom agrees that you’re being overdramatic so Willow and I are going” you declared with a smile on your face. You were pretty sure Harrison’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Fine, but if I see any guy touching you, ill beat his arse” Harrison grumbled as he walked to the kitchen. You saw Tom emerge from the hallway with no shirt making you feel a bit dizzy. He held out his fist and you bumped yours with his giving him a smile.

“Thanks” you breathed looking at the ground to stop yourself from checking out his body. He had just finished filming for Far From Home and his muscles were honestly too much for you to handle. You started to walk forwards towards your room to call your friend, but of course, you ran into slipping in on the tile causing you to fall. But you didn’t hit the ground. Toms strong arms caught you and your hands were currently places on his bare chest. And to say you were gone was an understatement. You looked up and met his eyes taking a deep breath. When you realized where your hands were you immediately removed them your face literally turning tomato red.

“Sorry” you squeaked practically darting past him to your room. You quickly shut the door putting you back against it taking a deep breath. You put your face into your hands feeling the warmth from being so embarrassed. You walked to your bed flopping down on it. You grabbed your phone and messaged your best friend Willow telling her tonight was a go. Tonight was the night you were going to get over your ridiculous crush on Tom and find a cute guy and have the time of your life.

***

You were leaving for the club in about 5 minutes. Willow had arrived at your flat wearing a skin-tight navy blue dress with satin pumps. You were wearing something similar except your dress wasn’t as short, and it was red. You walked to your room grabbing your purse. As you walked out of your room you ran into Tom whose eyes widened when he saw you. You swore you saw his eyes skim over your body, but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind. He was wearing a black button-up with jeans and well he looked hot as fuck.

“You clean up nice Osterfield” he smirked, and when you say you almost passed out you were not lying. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and as he said that he for sure checked you out.

“T-thanks” you stuttered walking away from him towards Willow who looked like she was about to burst out laughing after seeing that whole altercation. You quickly gave her the death glare. Harrison walked out of the bathroom and the second he looked at you his jaw dropped.

“Okay yeah, you are not wearing that” he exclaimed making you frown.

“Haz, I can wear whatever I want, and out uber is here, so we have to go,” you said before he could say anything else you grabbed Willow’s arm and walked out the door. Harrison jumped into the front seat and you sat in the middle between Tom and Willow. Your thighs were touching and your heart was racing and Willow could tell, so she started laughing. You just shook your head leaning your head back on the seat. The club was only a Ten-minute drive so you were there in no time. You got out of the car and took a deep breath. You were going to find a cute boy, get drunk and forget about Tom.

You walked towards the entrance behind Tom and Harrison. Tom showed his Id and gestured for you guys to go in. You walked in to see lights flashing and music booming. Willow immediately grabbed your hand dragging you to the bar.

“Stay safe” yelled Harrison as you walked off. You turned one last time to give him a thumbs up and then you disappeared into the crowd of people. You both took a seat at the bar ordering a shot of vodka to take the edge off. The bartender poured the vodka into the shot glass and you downed it the taste burning your throat. You shook your head making a disgusted face from the horrible taste and Willow laughed and took hers. The bartender then gave you some kind of margarita and told you it was from the guy to the right of you. He was cute, but he looked a little old for you so you just smiled and looked away. Your eyes traveled to the dancefloor as you sipped your drink. Your eyes landed on Tom who was dancing with a gorgeous brunette which honesty stung. But when you made eye contact with him. He winked. The dude fucking winked, and honestly, you thought you imagined it because you were a little tipsy, but he definitely winked. You turned quickly ordering another vodka downing it once again. You were never going to get over him you thought as you leaned against your hand closing your eyes. You felt a tap on your back thinking it was just some random guy you stood up and turned around to say you werent in the mood to dance, but you were face to face with Tom.

“Hey” he bubbled stumbling a bit. He was much more intoxicated than you obviously.

“Hi” you responded a bit confused why he left the dance floor with the girl he was with before to talk to you.

“Are you having fun” he questioned wiggling his eyebrows. Making you laugh a bit.

“Yeah” you lied. He obviously noticed because his smile turned to a frown. He grabbed you handed making your whole body go stiff.

“Come dance with me, I want you to have fun” he beamed dragging you to the crowded dance floor. You were too shocked to say anything and before you could protest you were on the dance floor. Tom started dancing like an idiot shaking his arms and jumping up and down to the beat making you giggle. You swayed a bit to the music still nervous to do anything. Tom noticed that you were uneasy. He came closer to you and put his lips close to your ear.

“Just relax Y/N, and dance I swear it feels so much better when you just feel the music and forget about your problems” he assured and then backed away and smiled. You took a deep breath. He was right you were being uptight and worrying too much. You knew you should be enjoying this because you were currently dancing with your crush. Even though this was not your goal of the night you should make the most of it. You smiled back and started to sway your body to the music. You lost yourself in the music forgetting all of your problems just like Tom told you to. You danced with yourself for a song until you were pushed into Tom by another girl. You took this opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck. You refused to look at his face, but he didn’t object. Instead, his hands found your waist. You were already steaming hot from dancing and being enclosed in so many people, but somehow you felt yourself get even hotter. You both swayed to the music and you rested your head on his shoulder. You decided to make a bold move and you turned your body pressing your back against Toms. Honestly, you were making a move, and the only reason you were was probably the alcohol. Tom’s hands remained on your waist, but his grip got a bit tighter as your bum rubbed up against his groin. You felt his breath on your neck making you dizzy. He left a couple of kisses on your neck and then he spun you around to face him. This time you looked up at his face. There was a lot of tension, to say the least. His eyes went from your eyes to your lips and his head began to slowly get closer to yours, and suddenly reality hit you. You were about to kiss Tom Holland. The person you have been in love with for way too long. It was 100% the alcohol because there is no way you could this sober. You closed the gap connecting your lips with his. His lips were soft against yours. It was a slow sensual kiss. He pulled away, your foreheads still connected.

“You’re Beautiful” he proclaimed, and he kissed you again. This time it was much faster and needier. You pulled him as close as you could and his hands fell to you bum making you gasp into the kiss. He took that as an opportunity and slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance him obviously winning. Your lips moved in sync and you felt as if you were on cloud nine. You made out on the dancefloor for what felt like hours until you felt your phone vibrate from the pocket in your dress. You pulled away making Tom giving you a confused look. You took out your phone to see Harrison was calling you. Your stomach dropped when you realized you just intensely made out with his best friend while he was in the place.

“I gotta take this” you squealed in a small panic terrified that he saw you and Tom. You answered the call once you got off the dance floor.

“Harrison are you okay,” you asked your heart beating out of your chest.

“Yeah I’m fine I was calling to see if you were okay” he responded. You let out the breath you were holding thanking god he didn’t see you and Tom. you felt your phone vibrate quickly looking down seeing a text from Willow saying she was exhausted and ready to leave when you were.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Willow and I are gonna head out, but you and Tom have fun okay” you insisted as you walked towards the exit.

“Sounds good, Tom and I will probs be out for a couple more hours, just let me know when you get back to the flat okay”

“Okay, See ya later” you finished hanging up. You texted Willow to meet you outside the club as you exited the front of the club. The cold air hit your body, and you started to process what happened. Yeah, it was wrong, but it felt so right. You couldn’t stop smiling. You turned to see Willow walking out the doors of the club the huge grin still on your face. Willow wiggled her eyebrows.

“Girl I haven’t seen you this happy since you met Jake Gyllenhaal what happened” she questioned.

“I kissed Tom” you squealed, and her eyes widened

“No fucking way” she gasped, but you just nodded. You both jumped up and down like two five-year-olds who got what they wanted for Christmas. “You need to tell me everything” she exclaimed.

“Okay my first question is was he a good kisser” she pressed.

“Oh my god yes, his lips may be thin, but holy shit that man can kiss, and the way his hands felt on my body I thought I was gonna pass out” you giggled and her face was filled with excitement for you.

In the uber, you explained how everything went down and the Uber driver probably thought you guys were crazy because you were both freaking out. Willow was the only person you ever told about your massive crush on Tom and shes “shipped it” since the beginning. You guys exited the uber stumbling up to your flat. You both plopped on the couch turning on the TV grabbing a snack. You both talked about your nights until you both knocked out the TV still playing.

***

The next morning you woke up on the couch and Willow was still fast asleep, but she was on the floor making you chuckle. You dragged yourself from the couch to the bathroom your head throbbing. You looked honestly horrible. Your makeup was smeared you were still wearing your clothes from last night. Your hair was knotted as well and you honestly looked insane. You popped and Advil and stepped into the shower. You washed all the makeup off your face your body relaxing as the hot water hit your body. The headache began to go away and then you remember what happened last night. Your closed eyes shot wide open. You made out with Tom. you felt excitement but also dread. Questions flooding your mind. What if he regrets it? What if he doesn’t even remember? What if it ruins our friendship? What if he tells Haz? Honestly, the thought of facing Tom made you so anxious you wanted to throw up and it wasn’t the hangover talking. You finished up in the shower and wrapped a town around your body. You exited the bathroom to see Tom who walked out of the guestroom. You stopped dead in your tracks. He looked hungover just like you. You were not ready to face him so instead of saying anything you darted to your bedroom closing the door. This was going to be a long day.

After getting dressed you walked out of your room to the kitchen to see Tom and Harrison making coffee. You avoided looking at Tom, but you for sure felt his eyes on you. Willow was still knocked out on the floor next to the couch, so you went over shaking her awake. She groaned sitting up rubbing her neck.

“I’m so fucking hungover” she groaned standing up to go to the bathroom.

“You feeling okay,” Harrison asked.

“Yeah, a killer headache, but yeah” you breathed. “I’m assuming your fine since you never get hungover you lucky bastard” you laughed.

“Yep I am totally fine, sucks you got the bad hangover gene” he joked making you laugh.

“Why did you leave so early,” Tom asked catching you off guard. You finally met his gaze but you quickly looked away.

“Willow and I were both tired” you mumbled as you sat down on the couch.

“Did you have fun at least” he probed. You knew he remembered which just made you more embarrassed because you were avoiding him, and you were going to continue to avoid him because talking to him about it freaked you out way too much.

“Uh yeah” you sighed. You heard the bathroom door open revealing a sick looking Willow.

“I think I drank too much yesterday” she groaned. You lifted yourself from the couch going to Willow.

“Haz, I’m gonna take her out for burgers across the street, so I’ll be back later” you declared. You felt Toms eyes on you again and you looked up for a split second your eyes meeting his, and he gave you the “we need to talk look”, but you looked down ignoring it. “Willow I’m just gonna grab my shoes and we can go” She nodded and walked towards the couch to gather her belongings. You made your way to your room and once you walked through the door you went to your closet. Right as you turned around you heard your door close. You whipped around to see Tom.

“We need to talk about last night” he pressed.

“What about last night” you shrugged trying to act oblivious. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Your stomach was doing backflips and you were damn near about to go into full panic mode.

“The kiss Y/n, I know you remember” he scoffed. Walking closer to you.

“Oh that,” you said dumbfounded.

“Harrison can’t know, It was a mistake we were both drunk” he addressed making your heart sink. That hurt. You felt your heartbreak, and you felt tears begin to form in your eyes, but for your sake, you took a deep breath trying to act like you were fine. You were trying to figure out how to as if the kiss meant nothing, but it honestly meant so much.

“Y-yeah” you agreed looking down at your feet. Your nails dug into your palms and you bit your inner cheek to try and hold yourself together.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page” he confided. You didn’t say a word though. You were scared that if you did you would break. So you simply slid your shoes on him and pushed past him not even looking at him. You walked right out the door Willow following you most likely confused.

“You okay” she questioned looking at you with concern, and you just broke down the tears you were holding back finally flowing down your face.

“He said all of it was a mistake” you whimpered.

“Aw honey I’m so sorry” she offered wrapping her arms around you. You hugged her back crying in her arms for a minute, but you pulled away wiping your eyes. You weren’t going to let him hurt you like this. It was one kiss, and you weren’t going to let it ruin your life.

***

It had been about a week since the Tom innocent, and as much as you wanted to say that you were fine you were heartbroken. You had completely avoided Tom the whole week, which he definitely noticed because he texted you asking you if you were alright, and you just didn’t respond. Unfortunately today you were going to have to see him because the Hollands were throwing a pool party which you had already agreed to go to.

“Y/N we gotta go or we’re gonna be late” Harrison called,

“Coming” you yelled back as you grabbed towel slinging it over your shoulder. You walked out of your bedroom meeting Harrison in the kitchen.

“Are you okay, and please be honest with me because you’ve been acting weird all week” he acknowledged hia eyes soft. You gave him a soft smile and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m okay just having a rough week, thank you for caring” you whispered. You backed away from the hug. Harrison gave you an endearing smile that you returned and then you were off to the Holland residence where you would spend the whole afternoon attempting to avoid Tom.

***

When you reached the Holland house you were greeted by Sam. You and the twins were pretty good friends. You were the same age as him and you guys had attended the same school. You gave Sam a small hug and then he led you to the backyard.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever Y/n how have you been,” he asked curiously.

“uh, pretty good, what about you, anything new with you” you queried.

“Nah just the same old boring stuff as usual” he laughed as you walked towards the pool. You saw Paddy swimming in the water. His eyes lit up when he saw you. You were Paddys babysitter because the boys were never home, and you didn’t go out to the clubs much. Paddy got out of the pool running up to you giving you a big hug making you yelp.

“Paddy you’re gonna get my clothes all wet” you exclaimed trying to pry him off, but he just giggled now trying to get you as wet as possible.

“Will you come swimming with me” he beamed as he started to shiver.

“Of course just let me get my stuff together and I’ll come swim” you laughed he smiled wide then ran back into the pool jumping in. You found an empty spot and placed your belongings down laying your towel out on the lawn chair. You peeled your shirt off and pulled your shorts down. You then turned towards the house to see Tom’s eyes on you. He was yet again checking you out, and it pissed you off. You didn’t understand what he was playing at. You shook your annoyance off and headed towards the pool. There were a couple younger kids who were most likely paddys friends, and then Sam and some other people from your school in the pool. You entered the pool slowly the water cold against on your skin.

“Just jump in Y/n youll get used to it” Sam laughed.

“No way in hell am I jumping into this pool” you shivered, but then Sam grabbed your arm pulling you into the water with a small shriek. Your body hit the water and you felt the cold seep onto your whole body. You shot up from underwater shivering.

“Sam I hate you” you shrieked as you splashed him, but he just laughed.

Once you finally got used to the water you joined the game of Marco polo which then led to chicken fights. You were currently on Sam’s shoulders laughing your ass off because neither of you could stay steady. You were currently up against Harry and Paddy. Somehow Sam slipped making you both fall into the water. You both came up from underwater facing each other and you both burst out laughing falling into each other. You were pretty sure Sam was flirting with you. He was being extra touchy, and he kept complimenting you. You didn’t mind though, and as bad as it sounded you hoped Tom was watching. You hoped he was jealous. When you looked over at Tom he was watching, and his jaw was clenched as you began to flirt back with Sam. You felt bad because Sam was your friend, but making Tom jealous made you feel like you were on top of the world.

“Sam I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick” you called as you pushed yourself out of the pool. You walked to your lawn chair grabbing your towel. You wrapped it around your body and entered the Holland home. You walked to the bathroom and did your business. You washed your hands then exited the bathroom to find Tom waiting outside the door.

“Why were you flirting with my brother” he pressed.

“Why do you care who I flirt with, you have no right to question who I flirt with” you sassed.

“I don’t care” he defended his jaw clenched.

“If you don’t care why did you ask” you provoked an eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know” he quipped his cheeks tinting red.

“Are you jealous”

“No” he replied extremely quick.

“I don’t believe you”

“I am not jealous” he defending moving closer towards you until you back hit the wall. He was so close to you, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. The tension in the air was thick. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You both stared at each other for what felt like age until Tom slammed his lips against yours making you squeal. Your eyes were wide open. You didn’t kiss back at first. After a couple of seconds, your eyes fluttered shut and your arms moved up his torso to wrap around his neck. His arms went from your waist moving over your bum to your thighs

“Jump” he mumbled against your lips, and you did as he said wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him as close as you could. Everything was moving fast. Tom’s hands began to fidget with the string of your bikini.

“Tom are you in here”

It was Harrison. You jumped out of his arms so fast scurrying to the bathroom shutting the door. Tom looked just as panicked as you. He pointed to the bathroom gesturing you to go in.

“Uh yeah, I went to go find one of the inflatables for the pool” he lied. You heard their voices get quieter until you couldn’t hear them anymore. You let out the breath you were holding. You dragged you back down the door going into a ball. You put your face into your hands wondering what the hell was going on. You were genuinely confused, because he said the kiss was a mistake, but then out of no where he kissed you again. Talk about mixed signals. You stood up rubing your temples. You walked out of the bathroom back outside. You sat on your lawn chair and watched Tom from across the backyard. Your eyes met his and he gave you a smirk. This man was going to be the death of you.

***

After the pool party, you headed back to the flat. Harrison had a date tonight so you would have the flat to yourself. You put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and turned the TV on. You looked at your DVDs seeing Spiderman homecoming on top of the stack. You didn’t want to watch it but you found yourself opening up the case and plopping the disc in the PlayStation. You heard the microwave go off and you strolled to the microwave dumping the bag of popcorn into a bowl. You shut the lights off and flopped onto the couch. You pressed the play button and the movie began. You sat there admiring Tom, thinking about what happened today. You wondered what would have happened if Harrison didn’t walk into the house. You were off in your head until you heard a knock at the door. You pushed yourself up and dragged yourself to the door. You looked through the peephole to see Tom. Your heart skipped a beat as you opened the door.

“Can I come in?” he asked his eyes pleading you to let him in.

“Sure, so what brings you here Harrison isn’t he-”

“I can’t get you out of my head. Ever since the night at the club, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And this is so wrong I mean you are my best friend’s little sister, and if he were to find out I’m pretty sure he would kill me” he blurted leaving you speechless. You stood there your mouth agape as you tried to process what he was saying. “Can you please say something” he begged.

“I don’t know what to say” you gulped.

“I like you Y/n and not just as a friend” he expressed coming closer to you. He put his hand on your cheek and leaned into his touch.

“I like you too” you whispered. Tom let out a sigh of relief bowing his head. You then put your hands on his cheeks bringing his face up to look at yours. You smiled softly at him and then connected your lips. The kiss was sweet and slow. Tom’s hands fell to your waist pulling you close to him. The kiss began to get more desperate. Hands roaming each other’s bodies. You pulled him towards the couch, and he laid you on the couch and then hovered over you.

“I love that you’re watching my movie darling” He goated his lips from yours making you whine. You felt his lips fall to your neck sucking on it making you gasp and let out a moan.

“I can’t help that you are so attractive and your acting skills blow me away” You felt Tom smile against your neck.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the attractive one” he smirked. You pulled his head back to yours kissing him again. Your hands roamed his body sliding under his T-shirt. He then broke the kiss to pull it completely off. You gawked at his build body.

“Like what you see” he smirked making your face flush red. He dove back down to kiss your neck making you moan again. He then sat you up to remove your shirt as well. You usually would be insecure, but the way Tom looked at you made you dizzy. You were so in the moment that you missed the sound of your apartment door opening.

“What the fuck”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland angst #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland x osterfield!reader #marvel #marvel imagine #tom holland spiderman

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torn. | han jisung + lee felix

pairing ↠ jisung x gender neutral!reader, felix x gn!reader

genre ↠ fluff? bit angsty- royalty au!

wc ↠ 5501

summary ↠ how can one follow their heart when it’s split in two?

warnings ↠ none!

a/n ↠ instead of writing 2 different fics for their bdays i’ve given u the best of both worlds :) enjoy :)

being the only heir to the throne was extremely difficult

you had to go through so many different classes, formal events and gatherings in a single day

and it was vvv stressful

your parents insisted on you joining in on their meetings with other higher-ups so you could understand how to deal with each person

and although you knew it was only going to benefit you when you inevitably took over

you really just wanted a break

time alone was so fleeting and you hated that

whenever you had time to relax or enjoy yourself, you’d be too tired to actually do so properly

as much as you enjoyed some of the lessons, like archery (your personal trainer minho was definitely a Sight to see) and cookery (bc mrs han would always let you eat the food you made)

it was extremely tiring and you wished for just one day where you could do absolutely nothing

you always envied the people that werent of your status, people that didnt (quite literally) have a kingdom thrust upon their shoulders

they got to enjoy the finer things in life: normal conversations with their families; they could go out wherever, buy things for themselves and admire the country’s scenery

instead, you were stuck with only ever having meetings with your parents to discuss upcoming deals, people showering you with unwanted gifts to woo you over, and accompanied walks out into your garden

you couldn’t even walk in your own garden alone

there was, however, one special thing that you did look forward to seeing everyday

and that came in the form of an 18 year old boy

han jisung.

han jisung was as close to perfection you thought anyone could get

having practically grown up with the boy, you thought you knew everything there was to know about him

and vice versa, of course

he was your confidant

the only one you could go to when your stress was too high and you had no idea how to cope

he’d seen you through a lot of bad days but his smile alone could always brighten up your mood

he was extremely caring

always putting your needs before his own despite you insisting he treats you as an equal

you knew he didn’t do it bc of your status, it really was just how he was as a person

even to complete strangers, he was always so nice, helping them out without a care

you really wondered how he could be so carefree when outside the castle

this one time he had snuck you out of the castle during your lesson with him

you looked so sad when you came to the stable for your horseriding lesson and his heart ached as soon as he saw your frown

and almost instantly he knew what to do!!

since your horseriding lessons took place inside the castle, your bodyguard didn’t stay with you, entrusting jisung with your safety instead

and he decided that an impromptu trip to the great Outside was exactly what you needed!

so, sneaking out through the back of the stables, donning jisung’s jacket, hat and a face mask, you both escaped the castle

this side of the castle was for the common people that worked inside, like the maids, chefs, stableboys, and when mrs han, your favourite cookery teacher and also jisung’s mum, saw you trying to leave, she simply smiled, waving for the common guards to let you through

he shot a thankful grin at his mum before grabbing your hand, taking you out of the castle

when he wasnt training you and the horses, he spent his time going out of the castle, bringing back small things from his adventures

you didn’t like people showering you with riches, but the small flowers and hand-made bracelets jisung brought back were exceptions to that

he weaved expertly through the hustle and bustle, taking you to a quaint cafe nearby

your grip on his hand tightened - what if people recognised you? word would spread and you would be in so much trouble!

yet, as soon as jisung rubbed your hand soothingly, turning to give you a reassuring smile, all your worries vanished

this cafe was one you frequented (when you escaped your royal walls with jisung)

so when changbin, the owner’s son, saw jisung and a ridiculously-disguised figure (you) walk in, he snickered, ushering you two over into the backroom

he snuck some food and hot drinks to you both during his shift as you snuck away

although you always had to be on alert, jisung’s relaxed demeanour rubbed off on you

you enjoyed doing things like this with him, not caring about your next lesson, or the plethora of princes/esses you had to impress next

you loved just sitting on the floor with him, sharing a plate of cookies and all your secrets

“thank you for this, ji” you sighed, leaning your back against the wall as you sipped on your drink

“don’t worry ‘bout it!” you scrunched your nose when he grinned, cookie crumbs lining the corner of his lips

you raised your hand to wipe away the crumbs, but as soon as your finger touched him, he jumped back

“how indecent, sunshine! the royal highness touching someone as lowly as me? what would your parents say?”

you rolled your eyes at his joke, leaning your head on his shoulder

“you, lowly? you’re better than nearly everyone in that castle, ji”

“what do you mean ‘nearly’? i thought i was your best friend!” he nudged you, a massive pout on his face

“well, you are my best friend, but that’s nothing compared to minho’s face, seriously,,,”

“yeah, im definitely telling your parents this now”

“hey i was joking,” you smiled, poking his side so he would laugh instead of pouting more, “you’re my favourite person in that castle”

“hey lovebirds, shouldn’t you be heading back to the castle?” changbin popped into the kitchen, hanging up his apron, “you’ve been here for almost an hour”

at that, both your and jisung’s carefree attitudes were gone like the wind, eyes wide and bodies rigid as you realised you had to leave. now.

as quickly as you both could, you ran out of the cafe

you don’t know when jisung reached back to hold your hand, pulling you along with him, but a sudden warmth filled you, and you were sure it wasn’t bc of the unexpected exercise

you arrived just a split second before guards had come into the common house, demanding to know where you were since you weren’t waiting by the stables like usual

“i’m fine, i was just a bit hungry so i asked mrs han for some food!”

your bodyguard nodded at that, waiting for you start walking so he could guard you

just as he went ahead to open the doors, you turned around, waving wildly at jisung who was already returning the gesture, and you mouthed a quick ‘thank you!’ before following your guard back to the castle grounds

han jisung was like a sunrise, you always thought

not only because he could brighten your days with the smallest of smiles, but because he was a wisp of fresh air from your tedious life

he always had a trick up his sleeve, something new and surprising to ignite your life, just like the sun rose and breathed life into everything it shone down upon

whenever you saw him, you were sure you could literally see him glow, a heavenly light outlining him because there was no way on earth jisung was anything less than an angel

he was, in simple terms, stunning

even tho he couldnt understand exactly what you went through on a daily basis, he tried so hard to relate to you, knowing exactly what to do to make you feel better

and for that, you couldn’t be more grateful

weeks had passed and your life went as it normally did until one thursday evening

the dining room was filled with its usual quietude, cutlery clinking against plates as you ate your food in peace

although you wished your parents would speak up more, ask you how your day went and not be so focussed on business, you took notice of their tired eyes and held-back yawns

nonetheless, you enjoyed simply being in their presence without deadlines looming over you and the constant nagging from your counsellors

just as you were about to break the silence your father spoke up

he cleared his throat to catch your attention before speaking, “tomorrow, the royal family from our sister country will be coming over to stay”

“o-oh? why?” you furrowed your eyebrows at your father’s announcement

it had been a while since you had last seen that family alone

of course you saw them whenever your family held large events but they hadn’t visited, and stayed over, at your castle in a while

“conflict has been rising at the borders, and you know we cannot be having wars start between our countries”

you nodded and your father continued eating, ending the talk there

you headed straight to bed after that, but you found it hard to sleep because your mind kept wondering back to the family that were arriving soon

or, more specifically, the prince

lee felix.

you woke up grumpily the next morning, having stayed up a few hours later than usual simply because you couldnt sleep

the knocking at your door was getting louder and you could barely hear your maid, hana, yell out your name

grumbling, you got out of bed, pulling open the door. “what’s the matter hana?”

“your highness, the lee family has arrived, why aren’t you ready?”

“i just woke up-”

“oh goodness!” you watched her panic, stuttering something about how your parents would have her head for your lateness, eyes wide in fear, and you laughed to ease her worries

“hana, please, calm down. i’ll wash up, but could you get my clothes?”

she nodded before scurrying off to piece together your attire and accessories

and you made the quickest run ever to get yourself cleaned and presentable

of all days to oversleep, you sighed, shaking your head to push away your fatigue

you groaned at the clothes hana haid lain out on your bed; they looked uncomfortably rich and you couldnt wait to get out of them already

you tried to walk into the dining hall as quietly as possible, but the conversation that was going on stopped as soon as you entered, 5 pairs of eyes on you the second you stepped past the door

you walked forward, bowing your head and greeting the family in front of you, them returning the gesture

king lee smiled as you sat down, joking, “how nice of you to finally join us!”

you stuttered out an apology, looking away nervously, but he shook his head to dismiss your worries

your eyes flittered to felix who was sitting in the seat furthest away from you

he was already looking at you, smiling when you caught his eye and you adored how his eyes crinkled at the corners

you had zoned out as the adults talked and, occasionally, when you and felix made eye contact, he’d pull a weird face

you bit your lips to hold back your laugh but he joined you in grinning

after finishing breakfast, your mother proposed you take felix on a tour of the house as the adults talked over the issues at hand

"anywhere you’d like to go in particular?”

“surprise me, your highness” he nudged your side, eyes eagerly wandering around the halls of your home

you rolled your eyes at what he called you, “since when have you been the formal type?”

he shrugged, smirking, “just thought it was fitting,” he winked at you before walking ahead, “let’s go to the gardens!”

“thought you wanted me to surprise you...” you mumbled, picking up your pace to catch up with him

he waited by the doors leading outside, just so he could hold them open for you and when you thanked him, he let out a teasing, “anything for you, your highness”

“i have a name for a reason, felix, please use it”

“but i like calling you ‘your highness’, your highness”

“it sounds so... so weird though, we’ve known each other since we were kids, we practically grew up together”

“better get used to it then, your royal highness”

you let out a horrid groan at his insistence on the nickname

if there was one thing you remembered about felix

it was that he was stubborn as anything

when you were kids this trait usually transferred into competitiveness and a desire to constantly beat you - he would always beg for rematches if you ever beat him

now his persisting nature made you want to poke him until he stopped, but, since he was your guest, you would try to hold off on doing that for as long as you could

“oh, you remember jisung, right?” you asked, leading him down a familiar path

when you were younger and felix visited, the 2 of you would play outside in the garden and then sneak away to the common area to play with jisung too

the visits became infrequent as you grew older, but jisung was always acting as a waiter at formal events, so the 2 boys still would have seen each other around the castle

“of course i do”

it was a normal reply, and yet you sensed some sort of underlying bitterness when he said that because the ever-present smile on his face wilted slightly at the mention of the other boy

you brushed it off as you overanalysing - felix really had no reason to hate jisung, and you’d never seen the 2 of them fight, nor had either come to you, complaining about the other

you led him to the common house, knocking on the door to the entrance, before going in

you greeted the people lounging around there, snickering slightly as they rushed to welcome felix in properly

you noticed how some of the staff blushed as felix smiled at them, nervously giggling in front of him and you cringed slightly

you held back your laguh as they grew nervous in his presence, but he didn’t seem to mind, his grin growing larger as though he knew what effect he was having on them

“hey mrs han, where’s ji?”

“good morning, your highnesses, he went out to get some food, he should be coming back soon”

“is it alright if we wait here for him?”

“of course!” she smiled, eyes tired but still shining - you admired her pure enthusiasm and the hard work she put into everything she did

she swatted off the other workers that were lazing around so you could sit down

“it’s a pleasure to see you again, prince felix,” mrs han said, placing a plate of warm cookies on the small table in front of you

“the pleasure is all mine, mrs han,” felix beamed, “and might i say, you look like you haven’t aged since the last time i saw you!”

“you are too kind, my prince,” she laughed at his compliment, “he’s a keeper, isn’t he, y/n?”

felix turned to you when mrs han said that, throwing you an exaggerated wink

“he’s a real catch,” you said, voice monotoned and he nudged you at your lack of enthusiasm

“c’mon your highness,” felix teased, lifting your hand to press a kiss in the back before ending with a wink, “admit it.”

you dont know why your hand warmed at the contact, nor why you felt a weird fluttery feeling in your stomach at the overused action, yet you didn’t exactly hate what you were going through

before you could reply, you heard someone clear their throat to break the conversation

“ji!” you exclaimed, jumping from your seat, “felix is here!”

“so it seems,” he murmured, eyes unmoving from felix’s face

you turned to felix, only to see him staring straight back at jisung, eyes unblinking

you looked at mrs han, raising a brow, confused at their awkward behaviour, and she just shook her head, mumbling, “boys...” before grabbing the bags from jisung’s hands and walking off

“alright,” you clapped, breaking both boys out of their stare-off, “let’s go outside!”

“you two go ahead, i’ve got something to do,” jisung murmured

“please, ji, we came here just for you,” you pouted, pulling his wrist to make him join you

“i’ll come later, i swear, y/n,” he replied, lightly squeezing your hand in promise

you nodded before leaving with felix, but you couldnt help feel something was off about him

he hadn’t called you by your name in years.

you and felix had decided to stay outside, sitting on one of the benches just to catch up with each other

mrs han had, kindly enough, sent someone over with a basket of food for you to snack on as you listened to felix talk about his friends

“i’ve missed this, you know?”

“missed what?” you asked, quickly swallowing a bite of your sandwich

“this, us, the two of us being with each other”

“o-oh” you mumbled, staring down at the food in your hand, “it has been a while hasn’t it?”

you tried to skirt around the topic, not knowing exactly what he meant or why he would miss you so much

you were avoiding his gaze, but you could still feel his eyes peering at the side of your face

“please look at me,” he whispered, and you dont know what exactly it was about his voice, but despite your sudden shyness at the topic, you felt compelled to look at him

he slowly grabbed your hand, the touch warming you instantly as he rubbed circles on the back of your hand

his eyes were glistening under the sun, roaming all over your face as soon as you turned to him

all you could focus on was him

his eyes

his freckles

his lips-

“hope i’m not interrupting anything!”

thank god for jisung bc you dont know how much longer you could stay unmoving under felix’s intense gaze

as soon as you looked at your best friend, felix had turned away too, scooting away from you and you wondered if he’d been that close to you the whole time

“you came!” you cheered as enthusiastically as possible, but felix’s actions were just replaying in your mind and jisung could tell there was something off about the both of you now

jisung had run the short distance left to you, sitting himself in the gap between you and felix

“so, sunshine, why’d you so desperately want to see me?”

“i wasn’t desperate, you fool, i just wanted all of us to hang out together, like old times”

“ah yes, the dream team plus felix,” although he was only joking, smirk on his face clearly showing that, only you and jisung had laughed at that

“hey, i was just kidding,” he said, nudging felix when said boy just carried on staring at the ground

“i gathered” felix grumbled, sighing before standing up, “i need to use the bathroom”

“i can show you-”

“i’ll find it myself.” he cut you off, walking in the direction of the castle

“whats got the prince so grumpy?” jisung asked rhetorically

you shrugged, his actions still reeling in your mind

“let me guess,” jisung started, “he got all moody as soon as i came, right?”

“now that you mention it, yes, he did, but what has that got to do with anything?”

in all your time knowing the two boys, they had never argued in front of you; the three of you always played together nicely, albeit they both were closer to you than they were to each other, but you just assumed that was because they never knew each other that well

now that you were all older, you hoped they had grown out of their childish ways, but apparently not

“um, everything??” jisung spoke, like everything he was saying was clear as day, “he’s probably jealous of us because i’m pretty sure he likes you.”

you laughed at that

hysterically

felix??? liking you?? that was CrazyTM even for that wild child

“seriously jisung i dont know how you came up with that, but that was a good one”

“for once, y/n, im not joking”

your chuckles died down when you noticed he really wasnt laughing with you

your eyebrows furrowed, confusion already lacing your words as you asked “why would he even like me?”

“beats me,” he joked, shrugging his shoulders and, despite that being a harmless, dismissive action, it hurt

so much

sure, jisung was your best friend but was there really nothing about you that he liked?

you hated how much a small gesture like that got to you, but you couldnt stop the sadness bubbling inside of you even if you tried

“wow, thanks,” you scoffed, dusting off your clothes before standing up, “i’m going to see if felix is okay.”

“wait, y/n-” he jumped up, pulling you back to him by your wrist. “i didn’t mean it like that, i-”

“it’s whatever, jisung,” you tugged your hand out of his grasp before walking back to the castle

you wanted to hear him out, he looked so desperate to talk to you, but your mind was hazy with so many different thoughts and emotions you just need to get away from him

so you walked back inside, taking your time as you climbed the staircase to the room that felix was staying in

you knocked on his bedroom door, entering when you heard a low, “come in”

he was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees as he stared at the ground, his hands covering his face

you rushed over to him, quickly shutting the door behind you, before you crouched in front of him

gently holding his wrists, you moved his hands away from his face

you brushed away his hair that had fallen in front of his face, glad to see that he wasn’t crying

but his crestfallen expression wasnt heartwarming either

he had barely glanced up at you, finding the carpet much more intriguing to stare at

“talk to me, felix, what’s the matter?”

“nothing, it’s stupid,” he sighed, falling back onto the bed. once again, he covered his eyes with his forearm.

you lay down besides him on the bed, staring at the ceiling

you both stayed like that for a while, completely silent, but it was comforting just being besides felix like that

jisung’s words were running through your head and, although you felt bad for leaving him like that, you were curious as to whether or not there was any truth behind his words

could lee felix really like you?

“hey, felix?”

he hummed, arm unmoving, to tell you he was listening

“has this got something to do with jisung?”

he let out a long sigh before turning onto his side to face you

you mirrored his position, staring at his face to see him doing the same

he bit his lip, closing his eyes as though he was contemplating what to say

when he finally opened his eyes again, you listened to him intently

“in a way, yes?” he started, chuckling a bit, “this is going to sound so stupid, but, i guess i just envy the two of you.”

you furrowed your brows, pouting slightly at hearing his confession - why did he feel jealous though? jisung was right about that part-

“stop doing that,” felix whined, his own lips pouting

your eyes widened at his sudden exclamation, “doing what exactly?”

“stop being so cute”

“felix-”

“i like you, okay? i’ve liked you for so long, but jisung likes you too and it kills me because i know that you’d pick him over me any day”

you couldnt believe jisung was actually right.

felix seriously liked you?

liked you as more than just a friend??

your thoughts were going haywire, his confession playing like a broken record in your mind

“i-i didn’t know-”

he laughed at that, facing the ceiling once more, “that’s kind of the whole point of a crush”

you were stunned.

how were you even supposed to reply to that??

“it’s hard not to like you, really.” he started, and you noticed his cheeks turning rosy with every word he spoke. “you’re so down-to-earth, unlike a lot of the other royals we meet who are conceited and full of themselves, you’re so kind to people, but you won’t ever let them push you around or take you for granted, y’know? and you’re always hands on, you love helping others out even when your parents or mrs han are telling you not to; god, i could go on for eternity about the little things i like about you y/n...”

by the time he had said all of that, he was facing you once more, hand slowly coming to rest on your cheek as he stared closely at you

“do you remember the first time we met?”

small smiles crossed both of your faces as you thought back to childhood memories

“of course i do, at the hwang palace”

hwang hyunjin was like a brother to felix, despite being the prince of a different country

the two were practically inseperable - whenever there was a formal event taking place, you would always find one right beside the other

you remembered that day very clearly. it was one of the first times you had actually left your country for a function. before that, your parents had kept you at home to review work since they thought you were too young to be out at large, noisy social events

so when you rocked up at the hwang party, hiding behind your dad’s leg as he greeted other kings, hyunjin and felix took the initiative to grab your hands and literally drag you away to the other kids there

hyunjin disappeared a little while after to beg the cooks to sneak you kids some food

and felix whisked you away to hyunjin’s room

at first you were scared (bc 2 boys were dragging you away and your parents were just smiling at you to have fun)

but you realised they werent all that bad. felix made you feel really welcome as he shared the food already in hyunjin’s room

you both played with the toys and half-built fort felix and hyunjin had already set up

and by the time hyunjin had come back with a massive bag full of sweets you were 100 per cent you didnt ever want to leave these two

you were literally on the verge of crying when hyunjin’s maid came up telling you that you had to go

you and felix were literally begging your parents to stay but to no avail :(((

that continued on for years after that until the 3 of you had grown up and it was no longer socially acceptable for 3 royals to go into a bedroom together for hours on end bc who knows what would be going on in there

you’d still catch felix sending you sly grins when you met him in the hall and he’d always jokingly ask you to dance with him

and each time you’d send him away or run to hyunjin to save you

spoiler: he never saves you

so you’d end up dancing with felix and it would be so bad

you knew he could dance bc he had put on performances at his own family’s events

but here you two were too busy laughing and chatting away to try to not step on the other’s feet

“i was so sad when hyunjin came back up, y’know?”

“why? we were in his room,” you laughed at his childish behaviour

“because,” he whined, “we were having so much fun together and you were the first kid that actually came up and joined us, everyone else stayed with their parents”

“i mean, i didnt have much choice did i? you two dragged me upstairs to play with you.”

“touche-”

by now both of you were staring at the ceiling again, thinking back on many childhood memories

“it wasn’t love,” he started, “we were 7 i dont think i even knew what love was then, but i could just- i don’t know, i could tell there was smth about you then. and when we met up after that i think i just fell for you a bit more each time.”

it was so odd hearing felix talk about how he liked you

the boy was always joking around, a grin plastered on his face, but here he was speaking so earnestly and it left you completely speechless

you couldnt lie to yourself

you had thought about felix in some romantic way before

as you grew up your parents would always make comments about how you and felix were so close

add that to the fact that both of your parents were very close too

you honestly thought you’d end up marrying felix one day to satisfy your parents and your nations

of course the topic of marriage wasnt for another few years but these thoughts had bombarded your mind every now and then - more so when your father announced the lees would be coming over

but right now, as you lay besides him, mind an utter mess, you had no clue how to respond to him

all thoughts abruptly stopped as soon felix spoke

“can i kiss you?”

your thoughts went wild after that, but somewhere in that mess you vaguely remember nodding before one of you moved close and the other even closer, diminshing any distance between the two of you

it was short but lasting

his hand came up and rested on your cheek, barely holding onto you like you were the finest china he had ever laid hands on

so scared to break you, yet unwilling to let you go

his touch was warm and comforting, like a sunrise, appreciation and love washing over you in blissful waves

you pulled away from him, his eyes slowly opening at crinkling at the edges as he grinned

“you dont know how long ive wanted to do that for”

you laughed at his excitement and the smile on his face, but the door slamming shut broke you out of this joyous moment

you had a sinking feeling you knew who was there and without wasting a second you got up

your mind barely registered felix calling your name out as you ran out, quickly catching up to jisung who was halfway down the stairs already

“ji, please wait!”

“why?? you seemed perfectly fine up there with prince charming!”

he stopped where he was, turning around and watching as you ran down until you were just a step in front of him

“can you just- can you please just talk to me, ji.” you sighed, holding onto his wrists gently so he wouldn’t run away again, although you felt he wouldn’t try anyways. “what’s wrong?”

“me! i’m what’s wrong!”

“i don’t underst-”

“god, y/n, i’m in love with you!”

and you froze.

you were glad jisung was holding onto your arms bc you lost your grip on any rational thoughts

you felt his hand slowly leave yours, instead trailing up your arm, your shoulder, your neck, until he reached your face, thumb running over your rosy cheek as he brushed away the stray hairs

“i’m sorry you had to find out like this,” he started, voice so quiet but so loud in your mind. “but i’m not sorry i feel this way. i probably should,” he chuckled, “but i don’t.”

you vaguely remember his fingers weaving through your hair as he pulled you closer to him, his breathing light as he murmured a small, “may i?”

and you nodded.

you dont know who moved first or who closed the gap between you, but you remember him.

his lips brushing yours gently before he pressed against you with more passion

his other hand dropped your wrist, finding sanctuary on your waist as he drew you closer and you gravitated towards him so naturally, so easily, he smiled into the kiss

your hands found purchase on his chest, his heart’s rythmic beating playing like a melody in your palm and you grinned too

soon enough you broke away, faces mere centimeters apart, both of you blushing and beaming

“you’re so stunning, sunshine” he breathed, not breaking the tranquility of the moment

and you couldn’t help but look away shyly, his gaze too endearing and intimate for you to handle

when you look back up his eyes are focussed on the top of the staircase and you worry your parents or staff are there, fuming

but when you turn around your heart dropped because there, at the end of the staircase, is felix.

hhhhhhhhhhh do i even need to explain how sorry i am that this took literal months to post??? the ending was killing me bc i didnt know how to write it and then personal stuff came up but nOW it’s finally done!!!! im gonna get smth up for jeongin’s bday too (lets pray i can actually post it before february ends). hope u enjoyed reading this!!!!

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rosenfey · 6 years

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#5 for every letter ~ Deb c^:

A.5: what is their most impressive talent?

her empathy. debbie went through a lot and she uses that to understand the darkness in other people

B.5: how much do they weigh?

55 kg

C.5: who is the best at comforting them when down?

john. the two know each other since childhood and they both know how to handle the other in such situations, most of the time - that is, if she’s in the mood. in some situations she prefers just being left alone and asks for comfort when she really wants it [and doesn’t feel like a nuisance and a burden for it]

D.5: do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

not really. can’t be bothered too much with them. she paints her nails but sticks to her own favorite colors [though plain black wins most of the time]. doesn’t use much make-up, mostly just mascara and a lipstick, parties and formal events being the only exception

E.5: do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

used to be very concious about the image other people have of her, but lately grows more tired and just doesn’t really care [or pretends not to]. she’s a loner, and doesn’t get around people very much, so it’s often hard for others to get to know her, as deb rarely goes out of her way to express ourself any more than necessary

F.5: do they go out a lot?

no. prefers spending her time alone. her close friends are the exception, though deb still prefers staying at home with them watching a movie or something, and needs to recharge her battery afterwards

G.5: what parts of others do they envy?

compares herself to others due to her small boobs, is envious of well-groomed and super long hair

H.5: do they have a favorite winter activity?

getting home, snuggling in a blanket, and drinking a hot cup of tea [she was caught fooling around building a snowman once, too]

I.5: how long would/did it take for them to come out?

she came out as bisexual to her closest friend first, as 20 years old, and two years later to her mom, who took it well

J.5: what brings them the most joy in the world?

showing kindness to others and having it returned

K.5: who would be happy they died, anyone?

some of the angered cultists wouldn’t very mind, to be honest

L.5: what is their favorite food?

peach pie🥧

M.5: would they adopt?

she’s not much for kids, mostly because she’s afraid of being a bad mother. maybe in an AU, I’ve pictured her with kids a few times, ngl

N.5: have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

killed a man

O.5: were they always optimistic?

used to be as a little kiddo, now she’s mostly a realist / a sad pessimist

P.5: do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

is aware of appearing distant at times, thinks of herself as weak and naive. hates cold and logical people, and can’t stand arrogance

Q.5: are they curious?

about the nature and the world, yes. spent a lot of time as a teenager mapping the forest near her hometown, taking pictures and sketches of all the plants / animals she saw. is intrigued by people a lot too, always wondering about their stories and motives, trying to get under their skin, making them reveal more to her than to anyone else

R.5: do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

had a few disagreements with how the cult handled things even while being a member of the project, which leads to her later utter disapproval of its practices

S.5: are they cautious when out?

very much so. doesn’t show it, but is almost always aware of her surroundings, especially at night, a lesson learned the hard way as a kid

T.5: have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

unfortunatelly yes. deb was very trustful as a teenager, and confessed to her ‘friends’ about things she later on regreted

U.5: have they surprised people with being good at something?

most people are surprised to hear she’s a very good painter. she rarely boasts about it and not many know about her hobby too

V.5: do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

she coughs a bit when nauseous and has a history of vomiting due to stomach and anxiety problems

W.5: can they swim without holding their nose?

yes, though she doesn’t swim very often, despite of what happens in the game. doesn’t really like being around water too

X.5: can they rap?

no, and she’d be too embarassed to even try

Y.5: what’s your favorite thing about them?

the way she stays so compassionate after everything she went through. her strong will. also her red hair because im weak. she’s my precious sad dorter and i lover her asfgdhjak

Z.5: do they have any pets at the moment?

except for peaches, obviously, she has a big black cat called balthasar. he’s a bad boi, but also the cuddliest little fluff you can find. also like super fluffy - we are speaking cat hair fricking everywhere. has got an attitude and loves crawling over people who hate cats. has slapped a man in a face at least one. deb would die for him

abc oc asks

#!!! asfshaak thank you so much for asking about her leia ♥♥#oc: deborah seed #ask #ask games #johnsseed

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sims-e-blog · 6 years

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SEASONS TAG

i was tagged by @mrsmeowness ^__^ i tag @beeberries @voidboredom @moodensim @xbelorsims , and anyone else that wants to do it!

(this is under a readmore)

1. which season are you going to play with first?

hmmmmm hard to choose :^o! i think there will probably be a lot to do during the summer, but i love how everything looks in the fall

2. from what you’ve seen in the trailer, what are you most excited about?

i think its going to be so awesome seeing legacy series that actually have time passing.... families celebrating christmas and thanksgiving! im also really pumped about the custom holiday thing

3. what’s your favourite season irl?

SUMMER. i live in alberta so its the only habitable season

4. what’s your favourite flower/plant?

umm i really like wild strawberries + rhubarb together. make a tasty pie that way. i babysat a neighbours farm and got literally about 20 pounds of rhubarb from his garden as thanks. i might still have a pic of my friend holding all of it it was ridiculous i love that guy

5. are you going to create a new sim/family or are you going to keep your current household?

probably both!

6. what would you like to see in this new add-on that we haven’t seen yet?

hard to say! its small but i miss the lounging chairs from ts3. the ones the sims sit in by the pool and just relax in

7. how do you feel about not having a new neighborhood?

haha i dont even know what a seasons based neighbourhood would look like. i think we would just end up with a duplicate willow creek anyway. plus u know EA would pull that bs and make seasons only available in the new town if they were to add another :^p

8. snow, rain, sun or wind?

SUN...

9. favourite refreshing drink in summer?

i really like iced coffee, but i dont drink it too often. ice caps from tims.... delicious

10. favourite hot drink in winter?

apple cider probably, its festive

11. walk through the forest or by the beach?

REALLY HARD TO CHOOSE.... probably a forest tho! as much as i love the beach id rather be in the water than on the sand

12. swimming pool or ocean?

ocean. lakes are better though to be honest

13. where would you like to travel if you could leave right now for a week?

somewhere rural in japan

13. how is the weather today?

its cloudy out, its been sprinkling on and off all day

14. what new traits would you like to see in the new add-on?

umm well we already have a "loves the outdoors" trait but maybe something pertaining to holidays? festive trait = sims get better mood boosts from holiday events. idk

15. do you like to play with supernatural creatures like vampires and aliens? and if so, would you like to have witches/fairies/elves?

YES!!! yes and yes. absolutely

16. what is your favorite thing to do during winter?

curl up n die. or yknow. hockey or something

17. …during spring?

spring is awful here because theres so much snow to melt. if you take a landscape pic youd have to crop out the bottom because while the trees' flowers are blooming the ground is covered in mud, sludge, and snow mould. :^p

18. …during summer?

probably a tie between biking and tennis! street hockey is fun too but i havent played in a while. i love just biking out into the county and laying on the grass for a bit watching the sky

19. …during autumn?

well autumn is back to school time so nothing usually :^( playing pc games i guess

20. have you already pre-ordered seasons? and if you haven’t, are you going to pre-order it or wait until it comes out?

no haha im not rich, once i have enough money ill probably preorder it tho

21. in which neighbourhood are you going to play first with seasons?

um! maybe willow creek? its the most normal suburban neighbourhood so i think that could be fun

22. do you listen to music while playing? and if so, what are your favourite songs to play to?

i usually listen to podcasts or my personal music playlist on yt, or just have a yt video on in the background

23. what’s your favorite thing to do in the sims? creating sims, building, etc?

hard to say haha, depends on my mood i guess. lately ive been really into making sims in CAS but i also love building. and playing obviously :^p

24. what’s your favorite kit/pack/add-on?

vampires! i take what supernatural content i can get

25. and finally, what add-on/pack would you like to see next?

supernatural stuff would be SO GREAT! when they separated the vampires/aliens into their own "occult" category in CAS i was like hm. eyes emoji.

#seasons tag #ts4

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pongpalace · 6 years

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oooh how about “Is it too early to have a breakdown this week?”“It’s Monday.”“That doesn’t answer my question.” Maybe erm...Zimbits orrrrr NurseyRans, or Camilla/George? Any ship you want, really

ooooh, im always in a Camilla/George mood also on ao3)

George isn’t ashamed to admit it, but she’s cried over her job before.

The first time was when she got the Assistant GM position and became one of the first woman with such a high level management position in the NHL. Those were happy tears and came after years of fighting tooth and nail to get recognized for her hard work. Those tears happened in a bathroom stall of the rink she’d been at when she got the news, and also got her kleenex handed under the stall when the woman next to her heard and worried. Those tears make her smile now when she looks back on them, not least because she still has coffee with Tai when they’re in the same city.

She’s cried over trades, over wins, over loses, over shitty interns and shittier men who think they can do her job better (they can’t). She’s cried in the bathroom nearest her office, the ones down by the ice and locker rooms, and she’s cried in the car on her way home. George is an emotional person and managing a hockey team takes a lot out of her and her way of dealing with the emotions is crying.

Today’s tears are angry; borne from frustration with the job, on top of a day where everything that could’ve gone wrong has; a textbook case of the Mondays.

First, George came into work without coffee because she got distracted last night before she set the coffee maker and then Camilla distracted her again this morning, so George had to rush through her morning routine which left no time to wait for the coffee to percolate. Her regular Starbucks’ parking lot was under construction so she drove around it twice looking for the entrance to the before giving up and giving into the arena coffee that’s never very good, no matter who makes it.

She got to her office to find that something happened to her computer over the weekend, causing most of the files saved to her hard drive to corrupt. This wouldn’t normally have been such a big deal—she backs everything up onto an external hard drive daily—except last Friday’s hadn’t saved properly, so she lost all the progress she made on the quarterly players reports that are needed for tomorrow’s front office meeting. She had to work through her lunch to redo everything she did on Friday, forgoing the player development analysis that she was actually looking forward to working on. It was such a stupid, ridiculous, busy morning that she had to eat a cold, premade sandwich from the canteen during a business call with the league’s other assistant GM’s about new concussion protocols, a call that was basically a giant waste of time that could’ve been spent on one of the other many things on her to-do list because the league still doesn’t take concussions seriously enough.

The biggest catalyst for the tears happened after the business call though, at an afternoon scouting meeting. It took twice as long as it should’ve because one of the newer scouts hadn’t listened when George said she was looking for a two-way, fast blueliner to balance out Tater’s hard shot and his tendency to pinch up as a fourth forward, and instead brought in yet another big D-man who’d need to spend at least a season in the AHL developing his game before he’d be quick enough for the show, but “at least he used his body and had a good shot.” The scout argued with George about the poor kid’s chances in the NHL in front of the entire scouting team, management, and half of the coaching staff until other George, the Falcs’s GM, snapped at him and the meeting finished as quickly as possible. George has spent most of her NHL career sweating and bleeding to make the men in this stupid league take her seriously, and she’s been mostly successfully what with ten years as an Assistant GM under her belt. It’d been a while since someone had questioned her scouting decisions though, so the meeting knocked her back on her heels, and off balance in a way she hasn’t been in a long time.

George feels justified in kicking off her shoes the moment the door to her office closes behind her and she’s alone. They might scuff the wall a little bit, but it’s nothing that a purposefully placed plant can’t hide. George locks the door and leans back against it just as the tears spill over; a culmination of an absolutely shitty day, coming out in quiet tears and an unfortunate runny nose.

The Falconers have been a great organization to work with, and other George and the owners have made it clear that they have George’s back since she started with the organization, even before the team started playing into the postseason more often than not. It’s when new people are hired on into roles that technically make George their boss that she’s reminded what a boy’s club the NHL can be. It’s exhausting when her every move is questioned by people who don’t know half as much as they think they do, especially because George has the degree and the experience that makes her really good at her job, but no one seems to count her playing on while managing a Div-I hockey team through college, and winning an Olympic gold because it’s women’s hockey.

There’s kleenex on George’s desk, the extra soft ones for moments like this, so when she’s done crying, she crosses the room to pull one from the box. She dabs it under her eyes, making a face when it ends up black from the mascara that was advertised as waterproof. She grabs a clean kleenex to scrub all over her face, hoping to rub away the salty tear tracks that have dried on her cheeks.

The clock on the wall only reads 2 o’clock, and George still isn’t done with the player reports so she settles into her chair to finish them after unlocking the door in case someone needs her. She hopes the glare that she left the scouting meeting wearing will discourage that though.

George is left alone until 4, but then is called into an emergency managers meeting when news breaks that one of the players they’d been ready to trade draft picks for broke his ankle. It’s a long debate about whether or not it’s worth going through with the trade and rehabbing him in Providence or trying to find someone else to play on Jack’s wing without putting them over the salary cap so it’s after 8 o’clock by the time George leaves the office and then there’s traffic from an earlier pile up accident on the way home so George doesn’t actually get home until 9 o’clock.

The house smells like pizza and the candles that Camilla insist smell like the beach, but actually smell like clean laundry. It’s a weird mix, but comforting and a reminder that George has more outside of taking care of the hockey team, though she still feels like she could sleep for days and still not be ready to face to face the rest of the week.

She finds Camilla in the master bathroom, her laptop balanced precariously on the toilet seat and blasting some spotify playlist while she showers. George lowers the volume, her way of telling Camilla that she’s home, and shucks her dress pants and underwear in one go, kicking them off while she fights with the buttons on her blouse. She’s already got the shower door open when she unhooks her bra and throws it over her shoulder. She doesn’t see where it lands.

“You’re home late,” Camilla says, turning to rinse out her hair. George nods and waits until she’s finished to trade spots with her, getting her own hair wet, but mostly just trying to see if the hot water relieves some of the tension of the day. She rolls out her neck and tries to get the water on the knot that seems to have been steadily growing since this morning. Camilla finishes running the conditioner through her own hair before she steps into George’s space for a kiss, hooking her arms around George’s neck and pressing in exactly where the knot is.

“Is it too early to have a breakdown this week?” George asks when they break apart. Camilla raises an eyebrow, reaching to squirt shampoo into her hands. George lets her turn her so she can massage the shampoo into George’s hair, scritching along her hairline. Her eyes fall shut.

“It’s Monday,” Camilla replies. She taps George’s side so George leans back and rinses out her hair. Camilla gets more conditioner into her hands and runs that through George’s hair.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” George says.

“Aw babe.” Camilla’s eyes are big and concerned. “It’s a little early to have a breakdown, but I’ll support whatever you want to do.”

She drags George in for a hug and George tucks her nose into her neck, willing herself not to cry again. She won’t have to explain her day Camilla; she’s been in sports for as much as her life as George has so she gets it, gets having to fight to have her voice heard over the shouts of men who think their voices are the only ones worth listening to. She’s been so loud as a sports journalist, covering women’s sports and bringing attention to how amazing these women athletes are, with little to no reference to their male counterparts because women’s sports can, and should, stand alone. George loves her so much.

They stand pressed together, swaying slightly to the beat of whatever song is playing, until the water starts to go cold, and Camilla reaches around George to adjust the knobs.

“There’s leftover pizza,” Camilla says. She slides past George so she can rinse out the conditioner in her hair before George does the same. “You wanna eat that before your scheduled breakdown, G?”

“Don’t make fun, we were having a moment.”

“Can we finish the moment in bed? My fingers are starting to get pruney.”

George huffs out a laugh; shutting off the water and letting Camilla bully her out of the shower and into a warm towel. She pulls on the team USA sweatpants she’s been using as pjs recently and a soft t-shirt that mysterious made its way from Camilla’s side of the closet into hers. Camilla’s fingers are gentle as they comb through her hair, and George tries to be just as gentle while she braids Camilla’s hair.

They climb into bed, under separate blankets because they both learned a long time ago that they’re no good at sharing when they sleep, but they find their way to the center of the bed to cuddle.

“D’you want pizza though? You must be hungry,” Camilla says, tucking herself under George’s arm. Her shampoo smells like home and her the weight of her body on George is comforting in a way that little else is.

“I just want you,” George replies, though she really hasn’t eaten more than a couple power bars and one of Jack’s gross protein shakes since her late lunch. She’s comfortable right now and unwilling to move if it means having to stop touching Camilla.

Camilla twists and stretches so she’s right in George’s face, propping herself up on her elbows. “You have me, you giant cheeseball.” She’s slow to lean down for a kiss so George surges up and mashes their lips together, swallowing down the amused sound that Camilla makes. The kiss manages to be light and teasing until Camilla nips at George’s bottom lip so she licks past the seam of Camilla’s lips, hands coming up to frame Camilla’s face. George runs her thumb a long Camilla’s jaw and wants to flip them to deepen the kiss even further but then her stomach growls and Camilla pulls back with a wry grin.

“Okay, pizza would be nice then too,” George admits. Camilla presses another kiss to her lips and then to her cheek as she kicks off her covers.

“I love you and I’m sorry you had a shitty day,” Camilla says seriously once she’s standing. George’s heart swells with a fondness that’ll never get old.

“Love you too,” she says, and follows Camilla back down to the kitchen.

They eat the leftover pizza at the sink, trading tomato-y kisses between bites, and this time George sets the coffee machine before Camilla distracts her more so tomorrow is probably going to be better than today.

(It is.)

#omgcp #georgia martin #camilla collins #georgia x camilla #femslash #angryspace-ravenclaw #checkplease #this got outta control though i meant to do like 500 words and then i got on a rant #also completely unbeta'd so here's to all the typos i'll find when i wake up #i either beat or tied my record for fast prompt filled #so that's good i guess

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fuckdavestriderheistheworst-blog · 6 years

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you too buddy all the SO questions

ugh why damn it i did not ask to be punished by means of talkin about vantas until my fingertips bleed

but fine

Significant Other Asks

1. Tell the story about how you met.

it was over the summer about three years ago and tumblr kept pushing a certain blog at me and upon checking it out i decided to give him some troll asks (which looking back upon now were lame as fuck? what was i thinking honestly)

anyway that became me revealing my blog over tumblr and then lo and behold we had a college class together and we realized we were sitting beside each other and i told him that his major was an “easy major” or something and basically he hated me for a while there

2. Was it a gradual increase of trust and love, or was there a specific moment where you knew “I want to be with this person for a long time”?

it was gradual for sure i went from picking on him to agreein to let him tutor me in english to craving his friendship and then falling in love with him without even realizing

before i knew it i was head over heels and here i am, happy as fuck that im dating my best friend

3. Describe their eyes. Describe their hands. Describe their laugh.

his eyes go from being like cinnamon to being like hot chocolate, in color accordin to lighting and in mood, his hands are warm and comforting to hold and are quick as all hell on a keyboard, and his laugh is rare but memorable, like its dusty from misuse and drizzled over with the annoyance i usually provide him

4. What’s your zodiac sign and mbti type? What about your partner’s? Do things like that reflect your actual compatibility or is it just bunch of bunk?

i had to google what my zodiac was because i think both of those things are bullshit but im a saggitarius and an isfp (or was it istp i dont remember its been years)

vantas is a gemini and...

i dont think he ever tested for it because he isnt internet quiz garbage but hey what does it matter without knowing his results i know that we are a fine match

5. Are you long distance? Have you met in person before? When do you get to see them again?

no, yes, and probably this evening when i bring back dinner

6. Tell me a story about a happy experience you two shared. Something that makes your heart warm whenever you think about it.

something that makes me feel really happy to remember is the new years eve after he got those color correcting glasses and i took him to watch the fireworks and he was so happy and amazed at the color and the show and i was so proud that i could do that for him

7. Tell me a funny story. Did they do something silly? Did you do something silly? Talk about your inside jokes.

one time i groaned into his ear and called him daddy to test and see if he had a daddy kink or not and he was SO into it so now im waiting to call him daddy again when he least expects it

8. Are your families supportive? Does it matter if they’re not?

yeah as far as i know both sides are

9. Would you ever have a pet together? Do you already have one?

we sort of have pets together but theyre also just kinda our own pets but with shared care

10. Do you have children together? If not, are you both interested in raising children some day?

i dont really want kids and i dont think vantas does either like ever we arent even married and also having kids would be a hassle

11. If they’re having a bad day, what do you do to help?

i usually just sit and talk to him and support him like a friend and boyfriend should do its not really anything special but it works every time

sometimes i surprise him with relatively cheap gifts or food too but he doesnt like me splurgin so i try not to make him uncomfortable

12. If you’re having a bad day, what do they do to help?

same thing really hes always there for me to make me feel better and talk things through

13. What’s something that your partner does that would be annoying if anyone else did it, but it’s cute when they do it?

scolding me like he is a third parent, somehow its endearing when he does it

14. Have you ever went on a vacation or adventure together? Tell me about it. If not, do you have plans to do something fun in the future?

yeah weve gone on a few sort of technically

that one road trip to texas we took and spent a while on

the trip to malibu

were planning (or i am) for a trip to europe this summer if its at all possible with our schedules

15. What’s something that you learned about yourself because of being with your partner?

that im enough just being who i am and that i can have a relationship without cash at the forefront

16. What’s a piece of advice that your partner gave you that has resonated with you?

you dont have to bend over backwards for somebody to please them or make them like you just be yourself

not the exact wording but that is the moral

17. Which one of you kills the bugs (or captures the bugs and places them safely outside)?

we take turns but i dont like to kill them unless theyre wasps or venomous spiders id prefer to catch and release

19. Do you prepare meals together? Does one person enjoy cooking more than the other?

neither of us can cook for shit so other people prepare our meals for us always

20. What are the best restaurants to go to? Do you see movies at the theater? Do you do things like golf or bowling, just to bond more?

i like taco bell and pizza hut, yes, and i dont think weve ever done either

21. Tell me about a time that you got into an argument over something silly.

we used to get aggressive over gay chicken sometimes early on in our friendship that was always fucking ridiculous

22. Tell me about a time that you got into an argument over something serious. How did you compromise? What did you learn?

one time vantas said he was disappointed in me and i took it hard and im pretty sure it ended with him leaving but i dont remember what brought it on or how serious vantas had been or how sensitive i had been

we got over it. not sure i learned any super moral from that but it did help me learn about him better in the long run and vice versa

23. Is there a famous couple, fictional or otherwise, that reminds you (or other people) of you and your partner?

will and jada pickett smith

24. Do you have a shipname?

vantder i dont know

maybe film boyfriends because he writes and i sort of direct

27. Do you have extremely similar personalities and interests? Or extremely opposite? Or is it a balance that just makes sense? How do you try to better understand each other? Do you ever have to experience things you’re not interested in, or vice versa?

we sort of click here and there but mostly our interests are different

i know he isnt super into art but he shows up to support me like he went to the award event with me and said he was proud of me and i like to offer up romcoms and movies akin to his interests when we settle in for date nights

he is supportive as hell but i dont think either of us have ever made a point of saying we arent interested in the other’s interests

28. Has your partner ever changed one of your opinions on morals, politics, society, etc?

he helped me to be better about takin school seriously so id say yes

he has also changed my opinion about myself almost completely

29. Tell me about a time that you were really proud of them.

when he got that book deal i was so happy i felt like huggin on him for days

i knew he could do it and it made me real proud to know that he did it and i am STILL proud of him

30. Does physical affection and/or sexuality have a role in your relationship? Are both of your needs being respected and fulfilled?

yeah both are heavily involved and fuck i hope so im not sure how much more i can step up my game

31. How often do you talk? On the phone, Skype, in person? Are you two the type that stays up too late because the conversation is too good to end?

we talk all the goddamn time and basically never leave each others side

i know i regularly stay up hells of late talking to him because i like it so much

talks get so much deeper at night when youre curled up next to somebody you love

32. Talk about your sense of humor, and your partner’s. Do you laugh a lot together? Which one of you is funnier?

were both assholes with sarcasm as our main crutch and im pretty sure we have both laughed at the others expense at one point or another but i would have to say that we are damn near a tie because both of us have a pretty deplorable sense of humor stand up comedy will not be in our futures any time soon

33. Is there anyone who doesn’t like the idea of your relationship? What’s the reason? How do you and your partner overcome disapproval from others?

no i cant think of anybody who is against our relationship

nobody that matters anyway

34. Have there been any hardships that have ultimately brought you closer than before?

i mean i hit my head and got retrograde amnesia and still had feelings for him so i think that eliminated any doubt i developed feelings just because of sex

i didnt remember it and i still loved him

35. What’s their contact name in your phone?

vantas

36. Tell me about what your partner is good at. Are they an artist, are they good at math, do they play a sport, etc?

vantas has stamina when it comes to running and shit for DAYS i thought id die the first time i went running with him

hes also a really great writer and im not just saying that to be supportive i think if he sat down and wrote a book itd get a film adaptation nigh instantaneously

steven spielberg would shit himself

37. Get really sappy and gross for a moment. Be so gushy that your friends would groan in mock annoyance if you told them. What’s adorable about your partner? What makes your heart melt? What’s something cute that they did that you’ll always remember no matter what?

god i just fucking love his eyes and his lips and his hair and the way that he scoffs over dumb “rich guy” things and how good his coffee is when he makes it and how i can NEVER replicate it that good even when he guides me through makin it. i love the sound of his voice in the mornings and late at night when i should be asleep but am clinging onto him and talkin about nothing in particular. i love how he says my name and i especially love that hes the only one who really calls me by my last name so affectionately. i love the way he reads and i love the way he still looks a little too long at colorful things sometimes when we are outside and walking. i love the way his hand fits with mine and i love that we can reassure each other through anything, that we will be there for each other through anything. i can easily see myself spendin the rest of my life with him and if not as a boyfriend then as a best friend

38. Let’s talk about life goals and hopes. Do you two have a similar idea for the future (regarding careers, getting a home, family, finding meaning)? Do you two make a good team? Can you imagine spending the rest of your life with them?

weve talked about moving in together or gettin a house but our careers are pretty up in the air right now except for vantas’ teaching job. i think we make a fuckin great team and id love to spend the rest of my life with him in any way shape or form

39. Reflecting on all of your experiences, what advice would you give to a young couple?

pick your best friend to fall in love with because youll never have a better love than that

40. Is your partner on tumblr? Tag them here and write them a small message, it can be anything.

@crimsongenetics hey vantas sorry for gettin all gushy here i hope i dont make you throw up at school i love you

#ask meme #literalillbeats #((m i s E R Y but THANK U

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Chapter Three

Later on that week, Jules was messaging Elías between class and work. He was sitting in his truck, adjusting his collar on his work shirt and frowning at the message Elías had sent about having something important to talk about.

familyjules: hey, dude. i have a bit of time between school and work right now. what's going on?

Mason's stomach flipped when Jules finally replied.

masonfucker1000: hey

masonfucker1000: i need to tell you smth

masonfucker1000: its been eating me up and i feel horrible about it

masonfucker1000: my name isn't elias

masonfucker1000: but i cant tell you who i am and im sorry

Jules looked at the messages as they came in, swallowing hard. He ran a hand through his hair, frowning. He felt like crying. Whoever this was was really torn up, but that didn't matter to him at all. He didn't care who they were, as long as everything else was real. That's all he fucking needed. He didn't really care, just as long as it wasn't...

familyjules: but everything else is real, right? idgaf about your name but we have something here

familyjules: be it friendship or whatever else it could be as long as you're not catfishing me to teach me a lesson or some shit i don't care about that

Mason let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when Jules replied.

masonfucker1000: no catfish. everything else i've told you is true.

masonfucker1000: uh wait are you saying you have a crush on me

It was a serious conversation, but Mason couldn't help it. He had blinked and reread the message, doubting its existence for a moment. This was the first time Jules had seriously mentioned them being anything other than just friends. He couldn't just let it go.

Jules blushed at the second message, realizing he had. And he wasn't being totally honest with them either, but... He didn't know what to do. It was too late now to change that, especially if whoever it was was straight and had a crush too, which seemed true. He hoped it was true.

familyjules: maybe. depends on if u feel the same

Mason grinned, face hot at the response.

masonfucker1000: maybe, u say. idk abt that, those sound like v conditional feelings

Jules smiled. Back to good old... whoever.

familyjules: shut up you dork

familyjules: maybe i do have a crush on you.

familyjules: also what should i call you now if not elías?

masonfucker1000: well i definitely have a crush on you, baby

masonfucker1000: you can call me anything you want ;)

familyjules: asshole is the perfect name for you, asshole. ;)

familyjules: okay i gotta get into work. have a good evening, asshole! i'll talk to you later

masonfucker1000: ofc thats what u pick

masonfucker1000: talk to you later, jules x thanks for being awesome

Jules frowned a little at the end of the last text. He could only hear it in Mason's voice from the concert. He'd said it so many times: at every fucking concert Jules had ever watched live and the one he went to. Either this was a Mason superfan who was adopting language, or it... No. It couldn't be.

He pushed the thought out of his head. It was ridiculous.

Yet, as he went into work and through the night, he kept coming back to it. He just kept thinking about how cool and terrifying it would be if he were talking to the actual Mason Hill, but also how unlikely that was.

But it was oh-so fucking likely! The way Mason had kept looking at him at the concert could have been a coincidence, or it could have been Mason looking toward that general area and Jules was just a wishful thinker. Or it could have been Mason looking at him because he knew him. Because he liked him.

But the chances of Mason Hill being Elias and liking Jules... It was so ridiculous. The chance of that was, like, one in a fucking million.

Anyway, shouldn't he be wishfully thinking it was Austin going by his middle name and Jules totally seducing him?

masonfucker1000: hey hey heyyy how's it goin how was work

familyjules: exhausting. underpaying. the usual. had some woman threaten to throw a salad at me tonight because there were tomatoes on it and she hates tomatoes so much it warrants violence supposedly.

familyjules: but i was in a good mood overall thanks to you and your mutual crush... speaking of we should talk about that

masonfucker1000: yikes! cloudy w a chance of tomatoes up in there i see

masonfucker1000: aww! you're welcome

masonfucker1000: alright (?) hit me w it

familyjules: i don't want to like... date or anything til we meet if we ever do

familyjules: don't get me wrong i like you a lot

familyjules: but it feels wrong to do ldr if i can't know your identity at all even though i dont care that much about it

familyjules: just in terms of dating i'd need a name, you know? and more than just your age and that we like each other

Mason groaned. He saw it coming, but fuck.

masonfucker1000: no yeah, that makes sense.

masonfucker1000: i like you a lot

masonfucker1000: shit

masonfucker1000: fuck

masonfucker1000: i want to meet you

masonfucker1000: but

masonfucker1000: i think maybe some more time would be good

masonfucker1000: figure out how im gonna do this

Jules stared at the messages, feeling really bad about it. He sighed, hitting his forehead against the wheel lightly. Idiot.

familyjules: yeah. i'm sorry dude

masonfucker1000: hey no

masonfucker1000: don't worry abt it, you're right

masonfucker1000: you're being super sweet and understanding and i appreciate it

masonfucker1000: have i mentioned i really like you?

Jules sighed, leaning back again. He was too smitten for this guy. This was great. He hadn't seen this yet from him.

familyjules: i really like you, masonfucker1000

familyjules: for lack of a better name

Mason snorted, wheezing and bending over in his seat.

masonfucker1000: wow.

masonfucker1000: you really have a way with words

Mason had been floating on air ever since he'd finally told Jules that he wasn't Elias and Jules said that she liked him. It was amazing! It was unlike anything he'd felt before! Which meant he obviously had to share every detail with his bandmates.

"Good morning, prisoners of the Junkmobile!" Mason announced his knowingly unwanted consciousness as he hopped off his bunk, narrowly missing slamming his head against the top bunk adjacent to his. Their tour bus, which they tended to give nicknames, was a mess, but it was their mess, and really, everything was where it was should be.

"That wasn't the name we agreed on, was it?" Austin frowned, pausing in the middle of a spoonful of cereal.

Andrew rolled his eyes as he tossed a pile of Hot Pockets in the microwave.

"The Rat Roller has many names," Mason ruffled Austin's hair. He froze and frowned at them making sad breakfast. "Hey! No tourfast! Don't we have a few hours for Bryan's break?"

Chris groaned from a bit farther behind them in his bunk, "Stop trying to give everything a tour nickname. I thought you'd given up on that."

Bryan was their driver, and he took his breaks very seriously. He was definitely passed out right now. Not that they interacted with him much to know much more than that. Bryan, as many band bus drivers tended to be (in Nosam's experience), preferred minimal contact with the rabid animals that usually inhabited his enclosure.

"Never!" Mason hollered, grinning. "It's fun. Where's your tour spirit? Now, c'mon, let's go and get some actual food."

Andrew grimaced as if the concept of leaving the bus had physically burned him. "Rather not."

Austin nodded in agreement. "Pretty sure there's fans right outside. We're due for a hotel in a day or two anyway, we'll go out then."

Mason bounced a little, annoyed and definitely going fucking crazy on that bus. He pushed himself off the counter, falling into the booth across from Austin and sinking into it. "Guys, I'm going to lose my shit if I spent one more minute in here. Who cares if there's fans out? We'll say hi. I need out of this bus. I need to do something."

"Then go, no one's stopping you," Andrew looked at him pointedly.

"But I don't wanna go alone," Mason whined, looking off to Chris' bunk, his curtains half-closed. "Chris."

There was loud groaning from the bunk, and the curtains were shoved open as Chris' head poked out, blinking tiredly. "What, Mason?"

"Tell them we have to go out."

"We don't," Chris sighed.

"You guys don't love me anymore," Mason went on, throwing his head back.

Austin rolled his eyes. "Mase, we just want a break. We've got a show tonight, Stella's calling soon and—"

"You called her last night!" Mason sat up to look at him.

Austin blushed, his face turning red like a curtain falling over his face. "So? I miss her, I haven't seen in her in a month."

Mason made multiple sounds that were a mix between constipated groans and a kid throwing a tantrum.

The microwave blared, only adding to the volume. Andrew yanked the door open, a disgruntled sound falling from his lips as he grabbed the burning hot pockets with his bare hands. "And I have a date with the PS4," he announced as he carefully placed a can of Redbull on top of the pile in his hands and escaped to the back of the bus. Chris promptly ducked his head back in so Andrew could pass by, giving Mason a pleading look as he closed the curtain.

Mason pouted, quieting down as he stared at Austin, who awkwardly pushed Reese's Puffs around in his bowl, taking out his phone. Mason groaned again. "How about brunch? In a few hours?" he asked, loud enough Andrew in the back could hear. "C'mon, I want to tell you guys something."

"If it's about cyber sex with your fan, nyet!" Andrew hollered back.

"I second that motion. I've heard enough about Jules' sexting skills," Austin gagged.

The bunk their bassist was in made a bunch of unintelligible, mumbled Sleepy Chris sounds that Mason roughly translated to: I agree and I'm happy for you Mason, but please, no more of that.

Mason grinned, "No, but it's important. Pretty please?"

"Yes!" Chris yelled in exasperation, followed by a noncommittal uh huh from Andrew. Mason smiled, and then quickly dropped it to give Austin a sad look, but his performance was rudely interrupted by Austin's phone ringing.

Austin's face lit up as he picked up his phone, glancing up at Mason. "Okay, okay, brunch, but go somewhere else, alright? Watch Andrew or something."

"Okay, but if you guys start talking dirty, I'll throw your phone out the window."

Mason settled in next to Andrew, who frowned and sighed quietly, but otherwise didn't complain. The back of the bus was, for the most part, an unspoken quiet area, unless everyone was playing a game or talking about a game, or it was a Serious Conversation.

Mason watched Andrew dominate, and then Andrew handed him a controller. Chris joined later when he wanted to get away from Austin and Stella's horrible phone call that was, of course, taking a turn for the sexual. Mason quickly opted out of the next game when he got a message from Jules.

familyjules: hey hey masonfucker1000

masonfucker1000: oh my god not you again

familyjules: ): u hate me that much already? didn't we just admit we have crushes?

Mason grinned at the reminder. Crushes! He felt like he was fourteen, but he didn't care. They had mutual crushes, and this felt genuine, and natural, and like it could actually be something. AKA, as he was realizing, the polar opposite of all his exes.

masonfucker1000: what? idk what ur talking abt man

familyjules: not-elías cmon

familyjules: don't be a dumbass ):

masonfucker1000: im always a dumbass, darling

masonfucker1000: how was work?

familyjules: eh, it was alright. people are rude, but it's expected

familyjules: how was ur day? haven't heard from u much today

masonfucker1000: its been p chill! day off! mostly been lazying around and playing video games w friends! i hate tony he beats me! almost always! im gonna kill him!! and you wont even know its him on the news!

Sometime early on in their online relationship, Mason had had a hard time not mentioning Andrew, Austin, and Chris. They were his coworkers, his bandmates, his best friends and his family. His bros! How could he not? So, he'd ended up using other names for them. Tony, from Andrew's middle name Anthony, Vic from one of Austin's last names, and well, he'd just been spelling Chris as Criss, which was horrendous but a necessary evil.

familyjules: i'll keep an eye out for tonys in the obituaries and let the cops know they should look for a traveling prostitute who sounds like mason hill when he sings. what game did u play?

masonfucker1000: alrighty but I'm like fucking Mary Poppins ill be up and out before they even get there

masonfucker1000: Halo 5

familyjules: you're fucking mary poppins and not me?

familyjules: D:

masonfucker1000: ohmy god

masonfucker1000: i wish

masonfucker1000: i had a disney boner for her i swear

familyjules: okay but do u mean julie andrews or emily blunt poppins?

masonfucker1000: UH COME ON

masonfucker1000: OBVIOUSLY JULIE ANDREWS

masonfucker1000: MY TASTES ARE RAD AND CLASSY

familyjules: just making sure dude

familyjules: emily blunt's pretty hot after all

masonfucker1000: MEH SHES ALRIGHT

familyjules: smh your tastes are awful

masonfucker1000: u just fucking dissed urself

familyjules: damn right i did.

familyjules: on the contrary tho

familyjules: i have amazing taste.

masonfucker1000: dont u dare! u are the most gorgeous! the MOST! gorgeous!

masonfucker1000: and shit i cant argue that

familyjules: making me blush again, mf1000? already?

masonfucker1000: anytime and all the time

masonfucker1000: okay but what if I had the biggest grossest mole like

masonfucker1000: on my nose

masonfucker1000: im not saying i DO

masonfucker1000: i DON'T

masonfucker1000: and I'm also not saying moles are gross

masonfucker1000: okay

masonfucker1000: what I mean is

masonfucker1000: what if i was your definition of

masonfucker1000: fucking butt ugly

familyjules: oh, you're mason hill?

masonfucker1000: oh

masonfucker1000: my

masonfucker1000: fucking

masonfucker1000: god

masonfucker1000: u KNOW you wish u were mason's hands !!!!

masonfucker1000: i cant believe you !!!

masonfucker1000: i thought we had something !!!

familyjules: i didn't say his hands weren't pretty

familyjules: just a joke!! you dumbass

masonfucker1000: His HANDS?

masonfucker1000: thats ALL?

masonfucker1000: what about his PERFECT FACE?

masonfucker1000: his MUSCLES?

masonfucker1000: his HAIR?

masonfucker1000: his ASS?

masonfucker1000: his AVERAGE DICK?

familyjules: they're not awful, i guess. i doubt you look too much like him tho

masonfucker1000: I LOOK perfect

masonfucker1000: THATS ALL U NEED TO KNOW RN

masonfucker1000: AND HE'S PERFECT

familyjules: god this is why i don't interact with mason stans smfh

familyjules: now if u look like austin.... i'll nut in my jeans as soon as i see u

masonfucker1000: FUCK U

masonfucker1000: MASON STANS ARE THE BEST

masonfucker1000: and i look BETTER than austin so u WILL nut

familyjules: better??

familyjules: than austin?????

familyjules: does not compute?????????

masonfucker1000: you're INSUFFERABLE

masonfucker1000: I'll murder him

Mason whined indignantly, earning a look from both Chris and Andrew as he grabbed a pillow and stood up to launch it at Austin, who stopped mid-sentence to Stella to stammer and glare at him. "We're not being gross!" He blushed at whatever Stella said in response to that, quickly turning away again.

Mason sat back down without explanation, only mildly satisfied.

familyjules: okay im starting to think you're a traveling murderer prostitute. is that more correct?

masonfucker1000: im too pretty for prison

familyjules: that... wasn't a no

masonfucker1000: 😉🔫🔥🗡️💼🕶🤖🖤😍💥

familyjules: what's the robot doin in there? do u kill via robot?

masonfucker1000: im an emotionless killer

masonfucker1000: ruthless

familyjules: OH. kinky

masonfucker1000: oh, yeah? youre into that?

familyjules: ;)

familyjules: maybe i am

masonfucker1000: wait ur into ruthless murderers or being ruthlessly murdered

familyjules: ;)

masonfucker1000: oh my god its the latter isnt it

familyjules: 🤤🔫🗡️🔥🤖

Mason had practically dragged the boys out of the bus. For all the constant complaining about how cramped and boring the bus was, they sure hated leaving it. Which was totally understandable, fans could be a lot, especially after hanging with them during so many shows and meet and greets, but it was definitely worth it for some food. Or at least that was what Mason thought.

With the help of a couple of bodyguards, the guys managed to get through a small crowd of fans and cameras near the bus, and into the nearest decent-looking restaurant. Mason sighed happily as they were seated. "You guys need sunlight and all that. Papa Rod said we shouldn't be shut in the bus if we can help it."

"Papa Rod can suck it," Andrew kicked lightly at Mason's leg, looking over the menu with interest.

"Do you think they have frozen yogurt? I've been craving it for weeks," Austin questioned, miserable and hopeful as he flipped to the back of the menu. Chris' eyes widened and he dropped his menu in favor of looking at desserts with Austin.

Mason laughed, "If you guys are doing dessert first, I'm in, but I want pie. Wait, you're distracting me! I need to tell you something—"

"They do!" Chris pointed out the froyo on the menu, and Austin gasped.

Andrew watched them deliberate excitedly over flavors in amusement, glancing at Mason. "What's up?"

"I sort of told Jules the truth. That I'm not who I've been telling her I am," Mason blurted, raising an eyebrow as Austin and Chris stopped to stare at him.

"What does that mean?" Austin gaped. "Does she know who you are? Did she faint? Have you checked social media?" Chris tried to discreetly check his phone.

"No," Mason rolled his eyes, laughing a little, "Of course she doesn't know— I just, I couldn't keep lying like that, I felt like shit. And after actually meeting her... I just couldn't, so I told her I'm not Elias, but that I can't really tell her much about me."

"Oh," Chris frowned, putting his phone down. "That's... still sort of..." "Complicated?" Andrew supplied, playing with his fingers anxiously as a few people around them stared and whispered to themselves excitedly. "How'd she take it?"

"Great, and we even admitted we had feelings—"

Andrew gasped sarcastically, smiling slightly as he dropped his chin in his hands as he leaned forward. "You admitted you had feelings?"

"You're not funny, Drew," Mason tried to hide a smile, his next words making it easier. "She said that we can't really... well, date, if she doesn't know stuff about me and hasn't even met me. I told her I'd need time to figure it out. I want to tell her, but... I don't know," Mason muttered, sighing and looking down at the table as he played with the corners of his menu.

"Makes sense," Chris smiled sympathetically, giving his hand.

"We would really like to not experience another Catherine," Austin teased.

Andrew shuddered, "Don't even mention it, I still half-expect for some agent to send us a thriller screenplay based on your fan stalker."

"Ha ha," Mason chuckled, "Okay, I know I've said I'm not really into the big screen, but I would totally do that one."

Andrew looked to Austin and Chris. "So, are we getting the froyo?"

They spent way more time than was necessary debating the validity of certain froyo flavors (honestly, an old debate constantly refueled), Mason checking the Nosam site after they had finally agreed on one.

masonfucker1000: real talk: whos the one person youre embarrassed to say you want to fuck

familyjules: real talk? mason hill

masonfucker1000: aw COME ON

masonfucker1000: what did MASON HILL EVER DO TO U??

familyjules: im KIDDING

familyjules: ur reactions are just hilarious

familyjules: honestly tho? my clone. i'd fuck myself.

masonfucker1000: sadist

masonfucker1000: wait

masonfucker1000: what

masonfucker1000: you'd what

familyjules: lots of shame in that

familyjules: you heard me

familyjules: read me?

masonfucker1000: 1) i did not expect that

masonfucker1000: 2) why would you have any shame in that

familyjules: 1) gotta keep you on your toes

familyjules: 2) it's fucking myself, dude??? you wouldn't feel any shame if someone walked in on u fucking ur clone?

masonfucker1000: not at all

masonfucker1000: thatd be hot

familyjules: anyway, who would you be embarrassed to fuck?

familyjules: you're biased.

masonfucker1000: biased? cuz i know im hot shit? yeah probably

masonfucker1000: and uh...

masonfucker1000: huh

masonfucker1000: Christina Ricci

familyjules: oh, i thought you were talking about u walking in on me fucking myself. damn. familyjules: misinterpreted

familyjules: and christina ricci????? she's fucking hot

familyjules: why would u be embarrassed

masonfucker1000: that would also be hot

masonfucker1000: and yes, she is masonfucker1000: you don't just fuck christina ricci, you take her out on a date and then get horribly rejected by her

familyjules: .....fair.

masonfucker1000: not to mention shes probably a top

familyjules: major top vibes from ricci too. u trying to tell me something, not-elías?

familyjules: HA

masonfucker1000: ... im a top

familyjules: what if u walked in on christina ricci fucking me

familyjules: what then

masonfucker1000: oh shit

masonfucker1000: id be so mad

familyjules: would u bottom for christina?

masonfucker1000: ...................................................................

masonfucker1000: yes.

familyjules: damn. u would be embarrassed to fuck her then huh

familyjules: wait would u be embarrassed to fuck stella? u could take her and i could take austin

"Ugh, gross," Mason grimaced, sighing at Austin, who had some froyo stuck to his mouth when he looked up at him. "Why is Jules so obsessed with boning you? It's like, the only turn-off."

Austin shrugged sheepishly. "You're finally into someone and she couldn't care less about Mason Hill. It's the universe telling you you're not that great."

"Don't slander, Sally, I'm the best the universe has ever made. The Goddess made me on the seventh day."

Austin opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. Froyo was vastly more important than Mason's ego.

masonfucker1000: oh jesus christ

masonfucker1000: i guess i would but i don't like the second part of that plan

familyjules: you don't? ):

masonfucker1000: nope

masonfucker1000: you can take chris

familyjules: ugh

familyjules: dont get me wrong i love chris but i don't love chris

masonfucker1000:

masonfucker1000: ugh?

masonfucker1000: HA

masonfucker1000: thats hilarious

familyjules: he's just big inspo!

familyjules: christo!

masonfucker1000: how bout Andrew?

familyjules: UGH

familyjules: BORING

masonfucker1000: OH SHIT cmon

masonfucker1000: what makes u think he'd be boring?

familyjules: i'd take MASON over andrew

familyjules: i mean, andy's cool and all but he's so quiet

masonfucker1000: you make it sound like fucking mason would be so horrible

familyjules: need someone to talk to

familyjules: puh-LEASE he would be

masonfucker1000: the quiet ones are always the freaky ones

masonfucker1000: oh he talks a lot to the band doesn't he?

masonfucker1000: WHY DO U SAY THAT

familyjules: the freaky ones? are you joking that andrew's freaky? interesting

familyjules: yeah but i'm not the band!

masonfucker1000: im just sayin its who hes close to !

familyjules: what, are u jealous of mason now cuz he's my second choice? this is hypothetical, man

masonfucker1000: masons above all, im jealous u somehow think austin tops him and me and apparently everyone else

masonfucker1000: do u have eyes??

familyjules: hey i didn't know you were in this equation

familyjules: i'd choose you anyday, ne

familyjules: definitely my top choice.

familyjules: 1. not-elías (tho i'd need a name to moan) 2. austin elías salinas vicente 3. mason hill

masonfucker1000: awwww SHUCKS scratch that i have never been jealous in my entire life

masonfucker1000: I read that as neigh tho

masonfucker1000: what's your favorite thing in the entire world

familyjules: is that even a question?

masonfucker1000: yes it is tell me

masonfucker1000: is it sour gummy worms

familyjules: oh that's a good one

familyjules: check out that list again, dude

familyjules: hello? did i kill u or something?

masonfucker1000:

YEAH how are you single ???

give a dude a WARNING

familyjules: whoops

familyjules: just found the right person, so... waiting on them

familyjules: OOPS. warning

masonfucker1000: im the right person, huh?

familyjules: pretty sure you could be

familyjules: not a 60 year old mouth breather? apparently hotter than austin? loves nosam?

familyjules: hilarious?

familyjules: sweet?

familyjules: only downside is: mason stan.

familyjules: but that i can live with

masonfucker1000: oh my god that's an UPSIDE

masonfucker1000: youre really in for it baby

masonfucker1000: im the definition of the right one

familyjules: oh, i'm sure

masonfucker1000:

despite your unrelenting obsession w Austin, you are absolutely heartstoppingly gorgeous, and the easiest person to talk to, with the lamest sense of humor (like me) and you are a huge teddy bear!! 🐻 so right back atcha, sweetheart

familyjules: dumbass. there's that sweetness i was talking about 💙💙💙💙

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