#cutest robbe moment ever maybe??

[rheanyraaaa]

Robb Stark as Dad

He’d always be with your kids, every moment he gets, even if he has meetings with the other Lords or has to deal with literally ruling Winterfell he’ll do it and have a baby in his arms. He’ll have tons of kids. Like five or six, never let’s them out of his sight and maybe give them each a dire wolf pup if he can get the chance, he’s always got a baby sling on him and would pause the meeting just to burp the baby.

Robb would literally watch you like a hawk when your with the kids, yeah he appreciates seeing his wife have her own motherly instinct, but he acts like you don’t know how to take care of them and sometimes, just sometimes you have to remind him the baby came out of you so you’re pretty sure how to deal with them (and sometimes you just want to do his head in but he’s like the cutest guy ever and he just wants the best for them)

I feel like the Tully genes would still be strong in your children, like they get the first child and they will be coming out looking like him, you’d have a long and tiring birth and your pissed that the baby comes looking exactly like Robb & he teases you about it, the stark genes & your genes are constantly at war to atleast get to one of the children, you’d have a couple sons who would have the dark black stark hair but they’d come out with Robb’s piercing blue eyes and still end up curly like his, and the child would have sometime stupid like your chin.

The first time you have a child and it looks like you your more then overjoyed, and Robb pretends to be annoyed (he’s not good at pretending) in reality he’s just happy a baby of his has his wife’s eyes, and he’d probably show that one off to everyone (she’d probably do that aswell.)

He’d be the one teach them horse riding and archery, sure you’ll help but let’s be honest your probably pregnant again because that’s his favourite hobby. You’ll watch them struggle but Robb has such God-given patience he’ll help them no matter what, and they’ll sit on Greywind’s back and irritate the poor dire wolf who runs away every-time he sees them because he’s been abused through and through, and Robb would call Greywind back and force him to let the children have it because he can’t bear to see them upset (his kids are spoiled rotten) you see the love in his eyes when he takes care of your children & you just fall in love all over again (& then he convinces you to make another)

[bechnaesheims]

[birthdaysentiment]

Robbe baked lightning bolt shaped cookies for his sander today :) they burned a little and tasted a bit off but sander was very happy and made sure to give him extra kusjes

aww anon! this is the cutest thing ever! i know you send this to me yesterday, but i can imagine robbe waking up all sleep warm and soft this afternoon after a little nap, with sander's arms around his waist. he turns around to look at sander's beautiful face, peacefully sleeping. robbe softly brushes some of sander's hair away from his forehead, and he can see how sander's eyes flutter a little behind his eyelids. he doesn't want to wake sander up just yet. he's been having some trouble sleeping, since they haven't been able to fall asleep next to each other lately because of college starting again

robbe can sense that it's grey outside, he can even hear the small drops of rain that falls on his window, and with the fall spirit in the air, robbe gets an idea for what he can do while sander is sleeping, something that would make him smile, something robbe can't get enough of. as robbe tries to wriggle himself out from sander's tight hold on him, sander just moves closer and buries his head in the crook of robbe's neck. robbe can't help but let out a small giggle. sander always tease him about how clingy he is (which there might be some truth too), but his boyfriend is just as clingy, but robbe has no problem with that. he knows why sander does it, why he moves closer, tightens his hold on him, because he's afraid robbe is gonna leave, even though he knowns that robbe never would

robbe leans down to connect his lips with sander's, putting as much reassurance, love and promise into the kiss as he can without walking sander up, and it seems to work, as sander slowly release robbe from his hold. robbe still can't help but look at his boyfriend's beautiful face, and before leaving for the kitchen to do what he's planned, he covers sander with the blanket, places a kiss on his forehead, as he leaves, but not before looking back and seeing the smile that's slowly forming on his boyfriend's lips

robbe then starts making the dough for the cinnamon cookies he's gonna bake, thinking it would be the perfect snack for a rainy and cloudy sunday afternoon. sander always teases him, by saying he smells of fresh sunflowers mixed with honey and cinnamon. robbe never understands where those smells comes from, but it always makes him feel warm and kinda fuzzy inside. as robbe gets to the forming part, he decides on making bolt shaped cookies. he can already see sander's expression in front of him, how he's gonna smile and maybe let out a small snort as he crowds robbe between the counter and himself, so he can kiss his boyfriend senseless. robbe would probably say that it's nothing special, where sander would stop him from further talking, by saying "everything you do is special robin", before kissing until the cookies were ready to eat

as robbe puts the cookies into the oven, he can hear some noises coming from his bedroom, then a few seconds later the sound of a pair of feet against the wood floor, before he hears sander taking in the smell of the kitchen, before he wraps his arms around robbe from behind, pulling him close as he kisses robbe's neck and jaw. sander whispers in his ear, how cold he felt waking up alone, even if the extra blanket helped a little. sander then moves his face to the other side of robbe's shoulder, moving his slightly long hair away before he leans down to breath robbe in. of course sander comes with a joke about the cinnamon smell, calling robbe his own little cinnamon roll, which yearns sander a little smack to his arm

robbe turns around, ready to call sander off, but how could he when sander looks so soft and cute in his sweats and hoodie... robbe's hoodie. sander's storytelling about the dream he was having before waking up gets interrupted as robbe's alarm goes off, signaling that the cookies are ready. and as robbe predicted, sander's whole face lit up, he has the biggest smile on his face, as he saw the newly baked cookies... almost tearing up because of the sweet gesture, for the fact that robbe was so thoughtful and caring to make them in a shape that would make his boyfriend happy. after having made out for a while, the cookies were ready to be eaten. they weren't the best robbe had to admit, and they were also a slightly bit burned but he blamed that on sander and how... distracting his story was. but it didn't matter to sander. he loved the cookies, because robbe had made them, and as they were sitting at the little kitchen table, cookies and mugs of coffee in front of them, feet and legs tangled together under the table, his heart felt so full of love for robbe. and in that moment sander couldn’t help thinking that he's definitely the luckiest person in elk universum

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Tracing Time

Tuesday, 08:21

Song: Maggie Rogers - Dog Years

Sander is still rubbing at his eyes as he wanders into the kitchen, yawning loudly as he half-blindly makes his way towards the table. Before he can even get there, however, his mother is blocking his path and shoving a cake in his face and his dad is joining her to chorus, “Happy Birthday!”

“Uhm,” Sander blinks at them.

It’s strange to see that his mother is clearly wide awake, and that his father hasn’t left for work yet. Though he is already dressed in his police uniform, as one should always be when apparently preparing to have cake for breakfast. “Thanks. Don’t we usually do this in the evening, though?”

“Blow out your candles,” his mom orders. “Remember to make a wish!”

Twenty candles. The woman has twenty candles in a circular cake. (He’s sure, he counts them.) There’s already wax threatening to drip onto the icing, where the hastily piped ‘Happy Birthday Sander’ has holes pierced in it, the cake too small and the candles too numerous to avoid all of the writing.

Sander quickly blows out the candles.

“What did you wish for?” Léa asks, innocent and eager.

His dad, Ciel, makes a noise of protest and holds a hand up towards Sander. “If he tells you, it won’t come true.”

Sander points at him in agreement, and Léa huffs. It’s odd, that it’s odd to see his parents standing in front of him so early, interacting so casually, doing it all together. It’s not that they’re a distant couple, far from it. Sander’s father is just a busy man who sleeps and wakes early, and his mother is a not-quite-as-busy woman who has the luxury of being her own boss and rivals Sander’s own temperamental sleep schedule. They do not have breakfast as a family because they do not cross paths in the morning. They have dinner all together once or twice a week, if they get lucky. But there is certainly a bigger chance of their evenings coinciding.

So what is happening here?

“We’ll keep this for another time, I made actual breakfast,” his mother adds, gesturing at the table—with the cake still in her hands. Sander takes it from her quickly and sets it aside on the counter.

“Are we not having dinner, then?” he asks carefully.

They both give him bland looks. He curses both their heights—surely he should have earned an extra few inches from them. “We know you won’t be free for dinner,” Léa says.

Sander opens his mouth. Closes it again. Smiles sheepishly. “Oh.”

She huffs as she squeezes his shoulder. “But at least I can still be the first to wish my son happy birthday.” At his increasingly sheepish expression, she corrects, “In person. My god.”

It’s part of the reason he’s so sleepy still. He’d stayed up on a video call with Robbe until (well after) midnight, and the boy had wished him ‘happy birthday’ countless times, peppering kisses at the camera and apologising every time he’d started to nod off. It was possibly the cutest thing Sander has ever had the honour of witnessing. His lips twitch in a smile as he thinks about it again now.

He’d gotten a slew of other messages, all almost simultaneously at midnight. Gilles and Emilie and Thomas had all messaged almost at once into their small group chat, with varying styles and lengths and emoji usage. Adi and Lucas had both kept it sweet and simple. Milan had sent him a short video singing all of ‘Happy Birthday’ and blowing him a kiss. Jens had sent him one a few minutes late simply saying ‘happy bday. no I didn’t forget’, which Sander had blinked and then laughed at. He’d responded to them a while too late, after Robbe had eventually decided they both needed to sleep.

“Why couldn’t we just ask Robbe to join us for dinner?” Ciel asks. Not for the first time, Sander thinks that, for a policeman, his father is at times worryingly oblivious.

Léa clearly agrees, as she simply rolls her eyes in response. “I’m sure they’ll have their own private plans, of course he’ll want to spend his birthday with his boyfriend.”

“Uhm,” Sander says, again. “I still have class first though, so…”

“We should eat,” Ciel agrees, but glances at his wife. “Gifts now too, or in the evening?”

She considers it for a moment, then nods decisively. “We will do it before you two have to go. I’m not sure it’s too exciting, but you can make more use of it this way, maybe.” She offers Sander an apologetic smile.

He waves her off and presses a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t be silly.”

She returns his gestures and then pulls him to the table, pressing him down into a chair and piling food in front of him. It doesn’t matter that he’s not quite hungry enough for it, not this soon after waking, and his stomach protests a little with each bite. He enjoys it. He sits and eats with a parent at either side of him and he doesn’t get the feeling of too much. He doesn’t think undeserved. He’s not worrying about another year gone and him still the same. He’s not hit by a wave of inexplicable loneliness, or fretting over his current painful mistake, or mourning another year of life gone in which he has failed to grow up.

It’s all there, lurking in the constant shadows, but it’s not there, at the same time. Instead it’s his parents’ light bickering, and the memory of Robbe’s ‘goodnight kiss’, and all those messages on his phone.

And it’s relief.

Another year. Twelve months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes.

All that time, and nothing has really changed.

No intrinsic part of his life has altered, nothing’s gone. He’s still managing school (mostly), he still has the same friends, his parents are still fairly understanding, his unrelenting mental illness still hasn’t killed him, and he still has the man of his dreams across infinite universes (as said man claims).

He’s still here. Breathing, living. Thriving, his mind exalts.

“That’s a genuine little smile,” his father notes, returning it with one of his own. “It’s nice to see.”

Warmth spreads through Sander, cushioning his heart but also sneaking into his cheeks as he shakes his head and takes another overstuffed mouthful of food. Ciel’s smile just widens in understanding, and Sander feels a twinge for how often he turns the man away. It’s moments like these where he thinks it’s wrong to do so, that he should give him more of a chance on occasion, that maybe he really would be more helpful than Sander lets himself hope for.

But it doesn’t matter, today. Nothing like that needs to matter when they’re all happy to make it about his birthday.

They give him his gifts after breakfast, quickly. New clothes that he likes enough to go change into before he leaves, wearing the tee with subtle Bowie graphics with pride. There’s the usual restocking of art supplies as well, more expensive than he ever buys himself and which he gives his mother another kiss for. Then they pass him a card, which has sappy words in his mother’s handwriting and money tucked inside.

“Thank you,” he says, for the third or fourth time, squeezing them both in a quick hug as Ciel checks his watch and Léa smacks him on the arm for it. “Everything is perfect, really. And we can have some cake in the afternoon? I’ll come back for a while before I meet up with Robbe.”

His mother narrows her eyes and places a hand on her heart playfully. “So kind of you to include me in your busy day, the woman who brought you into this world.”

Ciel smiles at her, in a way that suggests he’s heard this particular speech before. “Yes, really a day to celebrate you, if we’re doing it right.”

“Of course,” Sander agrees, nodding sagely. “What was it? Seventeen hours of labour?”

“Followed by twenty years of tender and loving care,” she adds, and Sander laughs.

He wraps his arm around her shoulder and kisses the top of her head before leaning away to pick up his bag. “Truly the best,” he tells her.

“Save me some cake,” Ciel requests, also collecting his things by the door.

“But you weren’t involved in any of that credit,” Sander notes. “Hard to know if you should get to join in the best part of the celebration.”

“I cooked those croques this morning, and I’ll drive you to college.”

It’s a cheap bribe, considering Sander could drive himself if he so wished, but he still beams and pats his father’s shoulder, following him out. “A slice will be left in the fridge.”

~^~

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[nbrook29]

💞 My ultimate Sobbe fic recs 💞

Recently, I have gone through Robbe/Sander tag on ao3 and I decided to compose a list of fics that are absolute gems for me. A few disclaimers first:

✔ I didn’t include works in progress (WIPs), however I did include fics that are only on tumblr

✔ the order of the fics below is random

✔ this is the list of my personal favorites so if your favorite fic is not on the list it doesn’t mean it’s bad or that I consider it bad - we just vibe with different things :)

✔ if there’s a fic on this list that you decided to give a shot and loved it, please remember about leaving a comment under it to let the author know that

✔ I’ve been trying to add the “read more” thingy but it doesn’t show, I’m sorry, I know long posts are annoying af

under 1k

we’re keeping it simple by noobishere | G

Summary: Sander comes over unannounced and attacks Robbe’s very person (a.k.a the one where Sander teases Robbe on Eenvoud)

This is a guaranteed mood lifter. It’s short, sweet, to the point, and oh so funny. The banter. And I’d die to see that in the show. 

1k - 5k

Fizzy Colas by Foxsake5 | M

Summary: Let’s say this is a clip (hopefully not as short as the standard 1:40 of this season) with Sander as the main on a ‘bros night out’ 🍻

This author is my queen/king alright? They take a simple idea and turn it into the most lovely/cute/soft story. This fic is exactly that. Sobbe’s chemistry here is out of this world and the banter is to die for.

high for this by flowersmaze (@bowieskam) | G

Summary: In which Sander remains a Flirt™ and in love with Robbe even when he can’t feel his face after a medical procedure

The summary says it all. Loopy Sander is the cutest and funniest thing.

Pull Me from the Dark by TheOceanIsMyInkwell (@theoceanismyinkwell) | T

Summary: Sander discovers that Robbe has recently been prescribed antidepressants, and Robbe opens up to him about the night he almost stepped off the bridge. Only love will show how much they’ve grown and pull them through.

This time, the boys talk about Robbe’s mental state which is unusual in fics. This oneshot is communication 101. And this line is just 👌🏻 “But after the dust of their first kiss and their first vows of commitment settled around them, Robbe took a look at the space in which he floated and realized, somewhere along the line, that finding the love of your life doesn’t fix you.”

diminuendo by noobishere

Summary: Waking up feels like an ordeal. His eyes are heavy, arms a dead weight, he isn’t sure if his limbs are even in the right places, but eventually, Sander comes to. (a.k.a a take on how Sander fairs after Robbe left for school.)

Sander’s POV after Dinsdag 7:27. It’s a great insight into his headspace during that time. This could be a scene in the show because it fits so well.

you’re wonder under summer sky by nothingbutniall | M

Summary: Two city boys go camping. What could go wrong? (Everything, apparently.)

Those boys are a chaotic mess okay? They’re such dorks. This fic has the best kind of grumpiness there is and sobbe is written so in character here.

if we can make it through december (maybe we’ll make it through forever) by nothingbutniall | G

Summary: Robbe and Sander at the Christmas market.

Can you imagine those two dorks at the Christmas market? Well you don’t have to anymore because this fic is everything you need and more. And this line “Couldn’t,” Sander sulks. “You can’t hold hands properly with mittens on.” makes me go all gooey inside every.single.time 😍

A New Sunday Feeling by Foxsake5 | M

Summary:  Sander before Robbe: Ugh, Sundays 😒 Sander after Robbe: 😏🥺🥰

The way this author writes sobbe’s intimate moments is just pure talent. They have such way with words.

memories painted with much brighter ink by nothingbutniall | G

Summary: Saint Nicholas is the perfect excuse for an evening of gifts and banter with the flatshare. (Basically all five of them being cute together, and then Robbe and Sander being cute with just the two of them.)

This is the perfect fic for an October evening, when Christmas is just around the corner and you’ve just made yourself a cup of coffee and want to read some heart-warming well-written christmassy fluff. 

5k - 10k

Let’s Dance by msleviss (@sander-driesen) | G

Summary: Robbe and his friends go to a club to check out Amber’s DJ cousin.

THIS PERSON PREDICTED DJ SANDER Y’ALL. And Robbe thirsts over him. And there is an instant connection. And Robbe dances. And it’s so cute.

video phone by tokyometropolis (@luludemauryyy) | E

Summary: AKA OH MY GOD, THEY WERE QUARANTINED…except not together, because life is cruel. Thankfully it’s 2020 and when Robbe has an…er…intense dream about Sander in the middle of the night, all he has to do is press one button and Facetime him about it. Thing is…sometimes FaceTiming isn’t enough.

Look. I get that smut fics are not everyone’s cup of tea. And that’s totally fine. But. If you’re looking for a well-written smut that’s in character and where you can feel the love between the characters, this is it. Hands down. Sorry not sorry 💁🏼‍♀️

10k - 20k

our camp of dreams by robbesanderx (@robbesdriesen) | M

Summary: a summer camp!AU where robbe and sander are both co-counselors

Misunderstandings lead to pining. Teenage angst at its finest. I really like camp stories, it’s my thing.

Falling For You by silver_etoile (@azozzoni) | T

Summary: Robbe only knows one thing about football: that Sander Dreisen is the hottest player on the FC Utrecht team. When Jens drags him to a match, the last thing Robbe expects is to meet someone so perfect, and it’s all he can do not to mess it up, but will he succeed?

Sobbe in a different setting with a bit different dynamic yet still having that special something. It’s a nicely written story of the development of their relationship, first meeting, falling in love, ups and down, all the best things in fics. And Sander as a soccer player is a pretty 🔥 concept (and I think Robbe agrees).

This isn’t our first time around by noobishere | E

Summary: One moment they are in the kitchen of their shared apartment, the next, they’re in this strange but familiar room.(a.k.a the au in which they accidentally go hopping through multiple universes)

The universe takes matters into their own hands and shows those silly boys that they are meant to be. Sign me up for the ride.

Coffee and Croques by peaceoutofthepieces (@peaceoutofthepieces) | G

Summary: Sander works at the on-campus coffee shop with Eliott, and he might just have a crush on the cute boy in the brown coat.

I’m a sucker for coffeshop fics. There is just something so good about them. This one is the coffeshop!AU that sobbe deserves. Oh the pining, and the secretive looks, the silly boys, and a pinch of Elu. Me likey ☕

The finest of the meadow by allforyoumylove | M

Summary: The universe brings two lonely boys together in a flowering meadow. They fall for each other fast and hard among delicate daisies, warm summer breezes, and shooting stars.

This is magical. My comment on the work was “So soft, so beautiful, so THEM, ugh.” and I MEANT that. This is just the right amount of sweetness. This is a must read. I’m not messing around. 

two side of the same coin series by MajorAccent (@acespaceacepilot) | E

Summary: the valleys and mountains of sander’s bpd

How the boys handle Sander’s ups and downs. Robbe being the best boyfriend ever. I love how good he is for Sander, being there for him, not treating him like a baby, and not controlling him. How much he tries to make it at least a little bit easier for him. If you don’t want to read explicit stories, at least give the first part a try since it’s not E rated. 

Zaterdag 9:58 by Foxsake5 | M

Summary: What happened after the croissants dropped to the floor 🥐🤭💕

I meant it when I said Foxsake5 has great way with words. Every single piece of theirs is just “chef’s kiss”. This fic is a definition of a domestic fic. Oh, and it happened. Totally. It’s my headcanon now.

its an unrequited love by eggsntoast | G

Summary: Sander works part-time at a museum every Sunday. Robbe is a frequent visitor.

A Sander POV fic. I was sold from the beginning. The development of their relationship here is so cute, and they’re being so stupid with their pining instead of just talking to each other and you just want to shake them but at the same time you’re rooting for them so hard. Oh and did I mention pining?

20k+

Jij Verliest series by ravenbrenna09 (@djsander) | M

Summary: For the past three months, Robbe’s life—and what it once was—had been stripped away and rearranged. Now, if anything, his life had become a bit repetitive: homework, stream, ignore Thomas’s Instagram, repeat. But one Friday evening, Robbe meets a hurricane in the form of a platinum-haired tattoo artist who just might show him everything that he’s been missing.

This is a long series okay? But oh so worth it. It’s captivating and you don’t want to stop until you finish. And once you finish you’re sad it’s over even though you’ve just spent 8 fucking hours reading it. It’s amazing. But you probably know that because it’s quite popular (rightfully so). The best thing is that you expect it to go bad halfway through because it’s difficult to keep the quality on the same level in a fic that long. But it doesn’t.

Visitations by lucidpantone (@lucidpantone) | E

Summary: Does Robbe and Sander’s relationship survive into adulthood. This fic takes place in two simultaneously timelines: the past and the present.The present occurs in one entire day. Both timelines are completely out of chronological order. Everything is in clips.You can be dropped in at anytime of the day in any timeline. So clip by clip you will need to piece together what happen to Sander & Robbe and why the present looks the way it does and what happened in the past that got them there.This love story is a journey. So be prepared.In the words of one of our Even’s. It’s a complicated love story between complicated people.

This is not a regular fic. The author put so much thought into it, there are so many gems, so many little things that you have to pay attention to because it.all.matters. And there is not one interpretation. Don’t you just love when a story forces you to think and use your brain? Cause I do. Not gonna lie: this story hurts, and like the author says themselves, it’s a journey. But oh my god get in because it’s amazing. And the ending is just sjsjsjsjsddhdhsdsgdsg 🤯

the night we met by themoongirl (@dearsander) | T

Summary: Robbe Ijzermans has a brain that won’t let him sleep, a chest that feels far too heavy and thoughts that never stop.During his first year of college he meets Sander Driesen. Robbe finds what he never went looking for.

A college AU. This fic is a journey of pain and fluff and humor. It has awesome friendships. And sobbe falling in love. And liminal spaces. I read it a while ago so I don’t remember it as well as the others but you know what? I still remember that it was great and I’m lowkey happy I don’t remember it that well because now I can go and read it again. 

The Stars Look Very Different by @peaceoutofthepieces 

Summary: Robbe is bored. He’s bored of listening to his friends talking about girls, and his other friends making out, and no one ever doing anything. He’s tired of having to put in all the work, of making his own fun. He’s tired of feeling nothing so he doesn’t have to feel like nothing. His party stunts are pushing the limit, his thrill seeking beginning to worry even his friends, and his carelessness is toeing the line of dangerous.

He’s a little tired of being ‘dangerous’, too.

Sander may or may not have a crush on the older boy with the apparent death wish. He wouldn’t mind a little danger.

Once I started reading this fic, each day I was waiting for an update at the edge of my seat which was a feeling I expected from s4 that did not deliver. TSLVD definitely delivered. My favorite sobbe social media AU

Ziggy Stardust Series by skamsnake (@skamsnake) | M/E

A collection of fics taking place throughout the season. Most of them are E rated so be aware of that but it’s a really cool mixture of fluff and spice *fans myself*

[winterrose527]

The Favor, Part 2: Rome, Italy

(Part 1 can be found here)

Rome, Italy

“I totally could’ve been a gladiator,” Theon determined as they left the Colosseum.

Jon nodded, “I can see it.”

Robb turned to look at him, “You can?”

“Oh yeah,” Jon agreed, readily, “I often have daydreams of Theon being eaten by lions.”

Robb chuckled as Theon and Jon circled one another.

He had no idea how either of them had this much energy. They’d taken well advantage of the Roman nightlife last night, and hadn’t gotten in until the sun was rising. And what a sun it was. It had to be over a hundred degrees out here, sucking all of the energy right out of him. That mixed with tourists.

The fact that he was one didn’t temper his disdain for them.

He didn’t like to complain, but he couldn’t wait to get to the seaside. They had a train to Naples the next day, and from there they’d go to the Amalfi Coast. They’d stay there for a few days, before flying to Ibiza to meet up with some friends. He was then heading to London to start his new job, and the boys were flying home.

This trip was a bit of a farewell tour to their youth. Or, that’s how he felt now but he always got a little dramatic when he was hungover.

They’d graduated in the spring and thanks to all having their next steps lined up for the fall, had one last carefree summer. Theon was heading to law school, Jon to work for Mormont, who he’d been interning with since his freshman year, and Robb was off to London to put his degree in international business to good use.

When he’d made his decision to take the offer, Theon had suggested a bit of a Eurotrip to send him off and Jon had readily agreed. Since he’d only ever been to France, on a trip with his entire family when he was seventeen, he had jumped at the opportunity for a proper send off.

They’d been making the most of their travels, Theon falling in love with a different girl every night, he and Jon certainly having their heads turned from the sights as gorgeous European girls walked by them arm in arm.

“I need to take a piss,” Theon informed them.

“Me too,” Jon said and then clapped Theon in the chest, “Let’s go to that café, I need another espresso or I’m gonna die.” He looked at him, “You want anything?”

Robb rubbed his temples, “Just a water – flat. FLAT FLAT FLAT.”

Italy’s obsession with sparkling water was the only thing he didn’t like about it.

“I believe you mean agua naturaaaale,” Theon informed him.

“Dude, stop trying to speak Italian,” Jon sighed, “You get laughed at every time.”

“Pardon me for trying to break the Ugly American stereotype,” Theon argued.

“You literally are wearing American Flag shorts as we speak,” Robb pointed out.

“You come for my Chubbies you make me question our entire friendship,” Theon all but shouted at him.

Jon held him back and then pushed him across the street, the two of them nearly getting hit by half a dozen cars on their way over. People were honking, tourists were pointing.

So much for overcoming the Ugly American sterotype.

He looked up at the Colosseum. It had been one of the places he was most excited to see, though he knew that was pretty cliché of him. He couldn’t help it, though. He’d always been fascinated by the bloodier bits of history, and sure, yes, maybe seeing Gladiator had been a defining moment in his youth.

It was unbelievably impressive, structurally, obviously, but as he had walked through it he hadn’t been thinking about that. He hadn’t even been thinking about how gruesome it was.

He’d honestly been thinking of how he would have performed.

Most likely he would have gotten eaten by lions as well as Theon but maybe –

“Excuse me?” an American voice interrupted his thoughts.

“The entrance is over there,” he pointed.

“Yeah the um, line of people sort of tipped me off,” she joked and he turned to her.

Her voice was familiar, but that was only a passing thought when he took her in. She was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

A bonafide All-American beauty.

She looked familiar, too. Is she a model? He wondered if he’d seen her in a commercial or in one of Sansa’s magazines. She had the face for it, though admittedly she was a bit short. She hardly even came up to his shoulder.

“Do I know you?” he asked.

She shook her head, “I don’t think so but listen okay so this is going to sound crazy – I actually can’t believe she talked me into it again, but um… can you just – um… please don’t… I can’t even ask…shit.”

He was sort of overcome watching the cutest panic attack he’d ever seen, when all of a sudden she was kissing him.

Oh.

He knew her. Of course he knew her. She had dominated his thoughts for the entire summer in between his junior and senior years of high school. In fact, when he’d shown up for his freshman year of college, he’d have been lying if he hadn’t looked around, hoping to see her at orientation. Though it had been years since he’d thought of her apart from a passing memory.

While he was sorting all of this out, she was kissing him and his arms had wrapped around her without thinking about it.

“Thanks,” she smiled as she pulled away.

“Got it!” a voice said off to the right, “Come on Ella, we’ve got to go!”

“Ella,” he smiled, drinking her in.

“That’s me! Anyway, thanks for your help,” she said, and started to walk away, “You’re a really good kisser. So um, well done.”

He laughed, watching her walk away. A brunette girl going and linking her arm through hers, the pair walking away from the main line of people to a shorter one.

“Wait!” he called, realizing that this was happening again.

He’d made a mistake letting his Mom pull him away last time. He should have gotten her number. Her full name. Her agreement to be his forever.

“Ella-,” he called, but she’d disappeared in the throngs of tourists.

Damn this hangover.

He started moving through them, determined to catch sight of her. She wasn’t in line, but then he heard a laugh that had to be her and he looked through to see her walking into the Colosseum with a smaller group.

There was a guard posted at the entrance she must have gone through.

“Uhh… ciao um… yo necessito, fuck no that’s Spanish,” he sighed, the guard looking at him, “Look I need to get in there really quickly.”

“Private tour,” he shook his head.

“I know, I know I’ve already been in I don’t care about the Colosseum -,” the guard looked at him like he’d just insulted his mother and he shook his head, “No I do it’s great but there… did you see the beautiful girl that walked through here? Blonde? About this high? She is… very very bella,” at this point he was wondering if his butchering of the Italian language could be considered a hate crime but she was now nowhere in sight, “Please can I just go in for one minute.”

“No,” the guard said in a bored tone.

“Look,” he sighed, “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Fuck off, man!” the guard shouted at him.

“Alright, alright!” he backed up.

He went around the large line of people and found Theon and Jon looking around for him.

“Where the fuck did you go?” Theon asked as Jon handed him a bottle of water.

“We need to get you guys out of the sun,” Jon said, “It makes me uncomfortable when I’m the one in the best mood.”

“Shut up for a second,” Robb told them, looking around for more exits, “Look, she’s here.”

“Who is?” Theon asked, “That crazy girl from Prague?”

“No! No, her. The girl who kissed me in Paris, do you reme-,” he started.

He was cut off by the groan heard around the world.

Theon shook his head, “I’m not going through this with you again, man.”

Jon was rubbing his temples, his eyes wide but on the ground, “I really thought we were past this.”

“No, shut up, listen to me, she is here. It just happened again,” he told them. “I was just standing here and she came up to me and she’s even hotter than she was then and she just kissed me.”

“Did she know it was you?” Theon asked.

“Um I don’t think so,” Robb answered.

“And where is she now?” Jon asked.

“In there,” Robb pointed to the Colosseum.

“Okay, so let’s review,” Theon said, “This girl has twice now come up to you - a total fucking stranger and asked you to kiss her. Neither time has she in any way tried to prolong your acquaintance. How do you know she isn’t doing this to a different guy in every city she goes to?”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Robb warned.

“Don’t do this,” Jon shook his head, “I am not listening to you moon over her for the rest of this trip. I will chuck you over the cliffs of Ravello.”

“So help me find her,” Robb pleaded. And then without warning shouted, “ELLA!”

“Dude!” Theon warned.

“Seriously security is eyeing us,” Jon noted, looking around.

“Guys - ow stop pulling me!” he ordered as both Jon and Theon had grabbed an arm and were currently dragging him away.

“Wouldn’tve lasted a day in their man,” Theon shook his head.

He looked back, as though she might be peering at him through the ruins even now.

*

The next day as they were on the train to Naples, his heart stopped every time he saw a blonde walking by.

“You’re torturing yourself,” Jon told him.

“I should have waited,” he shook his head.

Jon and Theon shared a look, which to his eyes looked a bit guilty – which they should since they all but carried him away from her – and leaned forward.

“Look, if she’s the one, you’ll see her again,” Jon promised.

“And in the meantime, you’ll meet a good English bird and forget all about her,” Theon suggested.

Robb scoffed.

As though any girl in the entire city of London could hold a candle to Ella.

[itubainaretro]

oh no, don’t mind me, i’m just out here thinking about a parallel universe in which robbe is a tik toker and sander is his best friend that always appears on his tik toks because he’s an angel like that and can’t ever say no to robbe so he always goes along with whatever robbe wants them to do 

and the thing is: robbe’s had a crush on sander since forever but he doesn’t know how to tell him so one day he decides to go to hell with it and film the electric love challenge when they’re chilling in sander’s room and altough sander’s always on robbe’s tik toks he doesn’t have one so he has no idea what the challenge is so when robbe presses play and the song starts playing sander goes along with it, bopping his head to the song, lip syncing it because he knows the lyrics, practically serenading robbe, making him smile dumbly at him even though he’s a nervous wreck because he’s about to kiss his best friend and he’s afraid this will ruin everything, but he musters up enough courage and as soon as the song goes “and all i need is to be struck by your electric love” robbe comes closer and kisses sander and sander pulls back because he’s surprised and robbe wants to die because this is it, this is where their friendship ends and he’s already thinking about how he’ll apologise when he looks up and sander’s smilling, his eyes going from robbe’s eyes to his mouth, up and down countless times, and he thinks he’s never seen sander look at him like that and he doesn’t know what’s going on but then suddenly sander’s hand is coming up to his cheek, angling his face up, closer, cradling his face like he’s something precious, and he kisses robbe again and robbe feels like he’s in heaven and maybe he’s about to pass out and this is the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he wants to wrap himself up in this feeling, in sander, in how much love he feels for this boy right here and the feeling is obviously mutual because sander can’t let go of him once their lips finally touch again, moving his hand to the back of robbe’s head, playing with the hair there, then touching his neck, smiling into the kiss, softly biting his lip before pulling back and resting his forehead against robbe’s once they’re too out of breath to keep properly kissing

they only remember the tik tok they were filiming some time later, when they’re laying in bed, side by side, trying to get their lungs back to functioning properly after spending way too much time making out after they confessed their feelings to each other and became official boyfriends, and robbe’s phone vibrates against sander’s thigh, where it ended up with how much they moved around on his bed, and he hands it to robbe and robbe smiles at it, seeing the video playing on an endless loop on the screen and asks him if he should post it or not. sander says he has no problem with robbe doing so and if he feels like it he might as well post it. robbe doesn’t have that many followers so he presses the button, posts it, checks his messages, locks his phone and goes back to laying down with sander, accepting cuddles and kisses and settling in for the night

the video blows up, of course it does, and he gains thousands of followers after that, robbe and sander becoming everyone’s favourite tik tok couple, even though robbe’s the only one with an actual account

they make the most out of it and film the most ridiculous tik toks, just to indulge everyone and each other, incluinding one where robbe tries to teach sander how to skate and another one where they try to get on robbe’s skate jumping together, falling down countless times before they finally succeed and land on it perfectly; one of robbe on his way to annoy sander while the first notes of where is the love? by the black eyed peas plays and he goes jumping around to the beat of the song; one where robbe calls sander bro just to see his reaction and sander calls him bro back and they end up the video laughing out loud; and also one where robbe’s looking at the camera with a sad face while saying “so my boyfriend told me he doesn’t love me anymore today” and sander saying off screen “baby, i did not tell you this”, so robbe turns the camera around and films sander rolling his eyes when he says “then what did you tell me?” “i told you we couldn’t get a dog, at least not now” and the camera goes back to robbe’s face when he says “same thing”

sometimes sander steals robbe’s phone and films some cute tik toks too, because he got sucked into that world now but he still refuses to have an account of his own, and he films some challenges because he wants to see robbe’s reaction to them, like the one where sander interrupts robbe playing videogame with his friends to cuddle him and robbe’s reaction is the cutest thing ever, dropping the controller as soon as sander settles down on his lap, taking his headphones off and hugging sander back asking “you okay, baby?” and dropping a kiss to his head when sander nods; or the one where sander opens the blanket in front of robbe and as soon as robbe sees it he jumps in bed with sander, showering him in kisses and cuddling him saying “best thing ever after a long day, i love you”; or one where sander and robbe are facetiming and sander pretends to fall asleep while robbe’s playing some game and his reaction is the softest when he looks down at sander and double checks when he realises he fell asleep, pausing the game and screenshotting the moment, with sander looking all cuddled up in his blankets and robbe looking stupid in love with his boy; an lastly one where they’re just being total goofs dancing around with each other in the middle of a desert street late at night and when it starts raining they stay there, still dancing and kissing each other while it pours down rain, making everyone go soft at the movie like scene

later on they decide to turn robbe’s account into a sobbe one - giving into the ship name their followers gave them back then, when they were just best friends doing stupid tik toks for a laugh

so yeah, don’t mind me

[romanceforransom]

Merry Christmas Lyka, from your secret Santa (or secret broercco, if you will) 

@earthling-isa​  🧡🥦

I returned home after a long day at work, kicking off my shoes and dumping my bags on the floor as soon as I shut the door behind me.

It was an instant relief not to be lugging around that weight anymore and just be able to sit back and relax. All I wanted was a quiet evening indoors, maybe cuddle up with Sander and watch some Christmas movies.

That was our Christmas eve tradition, and it was the thing I had been looking forward to all day. He was always able to relax me and make me forget about the hectic events of the day when he held me in his arms and ran his hands through my hair. It wasn’t a lot to ask, but it was all I wanted at that moment.

“San, I’m home!” I called out through the house, listening to my echo bouncing off the walls

No sooner had I said that, a loud series of crashes came from behind the closed living room door. God knows what it was, but I heard the faint sounds of Sander cursing, so the likelihood was that whatever happened wasn’t intentional.

I buried my head in my hands, already mourning the loss of my quiet evening.  

“Sander?” I repeated, raising my voice a little and tapping on the door “I’m coming in”

The door was swung open a few seconds later, my boyfriend standing in front of me. He was breathing slightly heavily and looked a little more dishevelled than normal.

“Hey, Robin” he said nonchalantly. At least, that’s probably what he was trying to go for. It didn’t really have the desired effect.

He seemed anxious, gripping the doorhandle like his life depended on it. His body was angled in such a way that I was not able to go into the room. It made me even more wary about what he was trying to hide in there.

“How was your day?” he asked me, trying to divert my attention away

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest “Nice try. Now, let me through. I need to assess whatever damage you have done”

“And what makes you think any damage has been done?”

“Sander, come on” I said, laughing under my breath

He always did this, repeatedly shooting questions at me until we went off topic. Most of the time he made me forget what I wanted to know in the first place. He was an evil genius, but it wasn’t going to work this time.

“Open the door”

He shook his head vehemently “Sorry, but no. You can’t see what’s in there yet”

“Why not? What have you got in there?”

Another series of crashes came from behind the door, combined with the faint sound of… mooing? I thought that I was losing my mind. I had to have been hearing things.

Sander grimaced, hesitating before he slowly turned towards the door.

“Robbe… please stay there” he told me, before flinging the door open and disappearing into the room

Obviously, I took no notice of what he said. There was no way I was going to stand in the hallway, hovering there with no real purpose, when there was something going on right next to me.

I raced after him, coming to a halt when I locked eyes on Sander kneeling on the floor.

In front of him was a small fluffy cow, bouncing excitedly. Sander was clearly trying to calm it down and stop it from knocking anything else over. He was holding his arms out, trying to gently coax it away from the tree, being careful not to startle it.

After doing a quick scan of the room, I could see that there were scattered Christmas ornaments all over the floor. Also, the blankets and pillows that had been laying on the sofa were now haphazardly strewn in various places across the room. That was probably the cause of all the commotion before.

“Oh. My. God”

There wasn’t really much else I could say. The sight seemed to shock all other words out of my head.

Sander looked up at me, mouth agape “I told you to stay out there…”

“Yeah, well, that was your mistake wasn’t it?” a smile tugging at my lips “Did you seriously think I would do as I was told? C’mon Sander”

He sighed, focussing his gaze back on the baby cow beside him

“She was supposed to a surprise for you tomorrow…” he mumbled; disappointment laced in his voice

I walked over and sat down next to Sander, looking him in the eyes. He needed to know that I was not mad at him at all, it was such a lovely thing for him to try and do for me.

“That is incredibly sweet but… did you really think you’d be able to hide her until then?”

He smirked “In an ideal world, yes”

He must have forgotten that I was probably one of the most inquisitive people on the planet. If there was something going on in my own house, there was no way I would let that be.

“Can I ask something?”

He looked up at me “Of course, what’s up?”

“…Why a cow?”

“Remember when we were in the Ardennes? Well, we went and sat on that bench overlooking the fields. You probably didn’t realise, but your whole face just completely lit up when you spotted all of those cows. It was absolutely adorable. I just wanted… I just wanted to give you that happiness again”

I could feel my heart aching as he spoke. Sander was always so incredibly generous and thoughtful about every gift he bought me. He could easily go to the shops and buy me something useless that I would stuff in the back of a drawer and never use. Instead, he spent time and effort planning out extravagant gifts.

I never asked him to… frankly, sometimes I felt unworthy. I could never be as creative as that. Artistic and original ideas had never been something I was that capable of. Sure, I could maybe write something kind in a card, but that was pretty much my limit.

We had spoken about it before. Sander assured me every time that just because he was louder with his expressions of love, did not mean mine were inferior. It didn’t completely stop me from feeling bad about it, but it did help somewhat.

“Sander…”

“I’m sorry if it’s too weird… It was a long shot-”

I raised my hands, resting them gently on his shoulders

“No, no” I said hurriedly, silencing him “I love her, she’s adorable. It’s so sweet that you would do this for me”

“Of course! I would do anything for you, Robbe. You know that”

We sat there for a while, petting the cow laid on the floor. Her fur was so soft underneath my fingers. Better than any of the blankets I had lying on my bed upstairs.

“Does this mean she can stay…?” Sander asked me quietly, as if he was afraid of the answer “I know that lots of people impulse buy animals during the holidays, only to abandon them later on because they can’t handle it. But I put a lot of thought into it, and I think we can do this! Obviously, we can’t keep her forever… she will have to go to a farm or something when she gets a lot bigger, but for now we could give her a really loving home”

I thought about it for a while, watching the worried look on Sander’s face growing. It meant a lot to him, and I actually really wanted to keep her too. She was one of the cutest things I had ever laid my eyes on.

Sure, most people had dogs or cats but having a cow would really set us apart from the crowd. I think it would be a lot of fun, too.

“I think so too” I replied, grinning at him

“You hear that, Broccoli?” he cried, addressing the calf in front of us “You’re staying with us!”

“Broccoli?” I spluttered, falling into a fit of giggled

Sander just shrugged “That was all she ate! I think it’s the perfect name for her”

I smiled at them both “Broccoli it is then”

[ayellowcurtain]

Can you please write something with Robbe's reaction to Sander's room with them eventually ending up in a makeout. // can you write about today’s post? like, their way until those locks, who gave the idea, etc // you already write sander being jealous of noor, could you write now robbe being jealous of britt // would you like to write robbe meeting sanders mum?? and also him seeing Sanders bedroom for the first time.

It was a way to get their minds off what was going to happen later. They’re meeting the parents already. It doesn’t feel rushed, Robbe is sure of how much he loves Sander, but it’s a big step. He never met anyone’s parents before. 

And Robbe knows they’ll probably compare him to Britt, it’s only natural. He’s a little bit hungover, but he drank a lot of water when he woke up thinking about this special lunch already and he wasn’t expecting any more gifts, but then Sander asked him to close his eyes. 

Sometimes, Sander wakes up way too early. He had already left and returned to the flat, waking Robbe up with soft, wet kisses all the way from his back to his face. Sander had bought the lock and asked them to go to the bridge before going back to his place. It was a small and cheesy gesture, but it distracted Robbe enough. 

“You write it on one side and I’ll do the other.” Sander takes their lock from his inside pocket, giving it to Robbe as he searches for the pen. Robbe is a little cold, he’s definitely underdressed, but it’s fine, he hugs Sander’s arm and stays as close as he can to him to keep himself warm while he waits. 

There are a bunch of things he can write, but he goes with his first thought. Whatever putting a lock on a bridge might do to them or their relationship, Robbe just wants the bridge - or whoever is reading their message - to be sure that his main goal is to stay with Sander forever. 

It’s hard writing on a lock when you’re cold, the sharpie tip is a little too big and the lock not big enough. R & S, and he draws the heart around it, showing it to Sander. 

“Your turn.” Robbe gives him a quick kiss on his lips as Sander grabs the pen and the lock, smiling. 

In every universe. 

Sander struggles even more than Robbe, there’s a crease in between his eyebrows as he writes, but he also writes a lot more and Robbe can’t help how his heart grows inside his chest. 

It was a random conversation they had a long time ago, Robbe was just sharing a piece of those late-night thoughts he had and never shared with anyone and now it’s part of their story, a way to make life seem a little less scary during the bad nights or days. 

“You want to do it?” He asks and Robbe squeezes Sander’s arm in between his arms. 

“No, we have to do it together. You’ll hold it and I’ll lock it.” Sander kisses his forehead before walking closer to the rail, holding Robbe’s hand instead of letting him hug his arm, taking a few steps sideways to find the perfect spot.

They sit down, take some photos and finally put their lock in the tiny space they found that even has a nice view.  

-

“We’ll be fine, ok? And if you feel uncomfortable or if you just wanna leave, just tell me and we’ll go.” Robbe pulls Sander down by his jacket, nodding his head. 

“Just...” He kisses Sander instead of trying to explain how his brain works, putting both hands very tightly around his neck, giving his boyfriend a long, lingering kiss just to make sure that they still fell like the best kind of fireworks and excitement. There’s just something about the way they kiss and how Robbe feels it in every inch of his body. 

“Come,” Sander purrs, touching Robbe’s lips again when he talks “let’s get this over with.” 

- 

Maybe Sander’s problem is that he can’t find one thing that he doesn’t like about Robbe. There’s one, but he knows Robbe didn’t mean those words, and besides that one second buried in the past, Sander thinks Robbe is perfect. 

That’s one of the reasons why he agreed with bringing Robbe to meet his overprotective parents so soon, just because he needs them to see just how perfect this boy is. 

Robbe was a nervous wreck just minutes ago, constantly pulling Sander back, keeping them away from the door, trying to postpone their lunch, distracting Sander with hot kisses and little whines. 

And now that they’re inside, he’s acting like the softest, kindest, cutest baby ever. 

He talks so softly, always with a shy smile, and he’s almost whispering, dealing so well when Sander’s mom constantly putting Britt in the middle of any subject by accident. She says sorry a million times and Robbe just shrugs and it’s so cute. He’s very patient and even offers himself to set the table for them, but Sander just needs a moment alone with him. 

So when Robbe gives him the plates to put on the table, he obeys, but holds Robbe’s hand, saying to his mom that they’ll be right back, Sander just wants him to see his bedroom. 

Sander wasn’t home for a few days and he ignores when his mom asks him to wait, getting inside his bedroom and closing the door behind Robbe, pushing him against it. 

“What-are you doing? Your mom is waiting for us...” Robbe doesn’t finish his sentence, putting his head to one side, letting Sander lick his neck slowly on the other side while opening his belt and unzipping Robbe’s pants in one quick movement. 

“Food is not ready yet...” Sander pushes Robbe’s jacket down to the floor, smiling against his cheek. “We have time.” 

His boyfriend has a cute smile on his lips that slowly goes away when he looks over Sander’s shoulder. Sander stops, and he can see Robbe’s eyes going from one place to the next, walking to the side to go explore whatever he’s seeing. 

Sander watches as Robbe walks slowly, looking around carefully, his fingertips touching his open drawers and he stops at his table, grabbing the one thing Sander didn’t want him to see. 

Britt gave him a big frame with a collage of their photos together, including the photos they took the night he cheated on Robbe with her, Robbe makes sure to carefully touch every photo, his thumb taking more time on the picture of Britt using Sander’s jacket. 

“She gave me this and I didn’t have time to throw it away.” Sander takes the frame away from Robbe’s hands, putting it behind himself, away from Robbe’s eyes. 

“You don’t have to throw it away. There are some of her clothes in your drawers too...” Robbe points at the dresser that is behind Sander, where his tv stands, right in front of his bed but Sander doesn’t look back to check the information. Robbe’s eyes get so small and sad when he’s not feeling too good, you can instantly tell when he’s not happy. 

His mom probably made this mess while she was looking for any clues of where he was days ago, opening every drawer, putting all his notebooks on his table. Sander is sure she didn’t mean to let everything that belongs to Britt in plain sight, but he hates that Robbe saw it anyway. 

“I want to. There’s no point in having this here.” The frame makes a loud noise when it hits the floor, but Sander doesn’t care, using his hand for better things, gently pulling Robbe closer by his waist, going back to what they were doing a minute ago. 

Robbe whines and that’s all Sander needs to hear, smiling against Robbe’s lips as he pushes him to sit on the table with his legs wide open so they can press their hips together. 

“It’s just the two of us, remember?” Sander thought about making a joke of it, but he knows how insecure Robbe is about Britt and Sander gave him so many reasons for it and he’ll never forgive himself for it, but at least he’ll always be here to remind Robbe that they’re together, there’s nobody else for him. 

“Nothing feels as good as this...” He slowly slips his hand under Robbe’s shirt and inside his jeans, grabbing him and gently rubbing his palm against the front of Robbe’s underwear, making him open his mouth and slowly let the air out. 

“Your mom...” Robbe manages to whisper, but his short nails dig in the nape of Sander’s neck and he is sure Robbe doesn’t really care about anyone else but Sander. 

“She can wait. You can’t.” 

Robbe gives him a coy smile as a response, with his flushed cheeks, melting it down to put his head on Sander’s shoulder. 

“You’re gonna sleep here with me tonight. I need your smell in my bed.” Sander smiles, nibbling his ear. 

[universe-n-3276]

Carrying the Moon

Chapter 9

Lucas knew his boyfriend better than himself. He could tell what he was feeling even from his smallest, most imperceptible facial expression. He had always liked to observe people, almost obsessively. He and Jens had been together since they were 16, so he'd learned to read him pretty well, and it was mutual. Whenever Lucas had a problem, Jens always understood before him what it was, and he knew perfectly well what to say and what to do to make his boyfriend feel better.

For some months, however, things between them hadn’t been going as well as in the past. Lucas was worried about Sander, Hero, university and his relationship with Jens remained at the bottom of the list, most of the time, because Jens had been there for seven years, and Lucas was sure he wouldn't move, even if he wanted to kick him out of his life.

Jens, unlike Lucas, after Sander and Robbe’s break up, had chosen not to take sides. Robbe was his best friend, but Sander and Hero were now part of his family, and he wanted to be there for them. Besides, he had never known how things had gone between them, and he didn’t feel right to him to automatically choose one or the other.

After the disastrous ending of the night before, in which Sander, after seeing Robbe, had run off the club, Jens had to drag his boyfriend away, who was determined to face Robbe. Lucas then went on all night, repeating how much Robbe had the gut to create all that mess, in addition to what he had already done months ago.

By that time, Jens and Lucas had almost arrived at Sander's home. Their friend hadn't returned any text or phone calls. Both of them were very worried, so when Lucas had proposed to go and check if he was okay, Jens had gladly accepted, but, after another of his boyfriend’s rant against Robbe, he could no longer control himself and rolled his eyes, completely bored. Lucas noticed it right away, obviously.

"What?" "It's nothing. Drop it. " "Jens, please."

Jens didn't want to fight, not at that moment at least, not while there were already so many things at stake. Despite everything, he knew how frail Lucas was and didn't want to overwhelm him, but the way he was asking, reminded him of the sweet guy he'd fallen in love with, and he couldn't deny him an answer.

"It's just. I don't like the way you talk about Robbe. We don't know how things went, and you can't just assume he's the bad guy. I know him since forever and- " "You can't be serious."

And he was back. The monster that had possessed Lucas was moving him like a puppet again. Jens wondered if he would ever leave. If the love of his life would ever be that funny, bright, sweet person and not that hysterical, furious monster, always ready to attack. Luckily, Sander opened the door and stopped his self-destructive train of thought. He had dark circles under his eyes, and looked more tired than usual, with his hair out of place, but he had a strange, serene smile on his face, which was completely unexpected, after watching him flee the club the night before.

"Thank goodness, you're not dead." "What? Hi Jens. " "Hi. And Sorry. "

Lucas catapulted himself into Sander's house like a cannonball, pushing him to one side, and Jens followed him, a little awkwardly. Sander seemed to be fine, but now he wanted to make sure Hero was too.

"Why are you not answering your phone then? You disappeared yesterday after we saw Robbe. " "Uhm, my battery died, and I was busy." "Is Hero okay?" "Yeah, yeah, he's okay, but, um." "Sander, what the hell is going on?" "Hi."

Robbe came out of the nursery with Hero in his arms. He was wearing Sander's sweatpants and hoodie. It was clear that they had spent the night together. He had a timid smile on his face. Jens saw Lucas stiffen and change expression, so he decided to try to tone immediately down the situation, going to greet Hero, hoping that the child’s presence would also work as a calming agent on his boyfriend.

"Hey, look who's here! Hi Robbe!"

Hero chuckled in the cutest way, but unfortunately, Lucas was way too pissed to mind about the baby.

"Sander are you insane? Why is he here? " "Lucas, can you please stop talking like that about Robbe?" "No, I can't! Not after what he did to you and Hero." "So you didn't tell him."

Sander shook his head and approached Robbe as if he wanted to speak only with him. They were back, exactly as before, with their eloquent looks and their little bubble, where no one could get into.

"I didn’t tell anything to anyone. What happened that morning is between you and me only."

He said in a tone so calm and sweet that it almost seemed like a love confession. Robbe smiled softly and caressed his cheek. Then Sander turned to Lucas with the expression of a lion who is defending his partner and added:

"And Lucas I get that you’re angry, but it wasn’t Robbe’s fault, and I will no longer accept hearing you talk about him in this way, clear?" "Yeah, sure, whatever."

Lucas shrugged, looking at the floor. It wasn't many times that Sander would raise his voice, but when he did, no one dared to argue, not even Lucas. Silence fell in the room, and it was tense and precarious, so Robbe who couldn’t bear quarrels and tensions, tried to take a step forward to relieve the tension furthermore.

"I'm happy to see you stand for Sander in such a fierce way. You're a good friend. " "I don't give a fu-" “LUCAS, CAN YOU JUST STOP? THERE IS A BABY HERE. "

And at that point, Jens exploded, and perhaps that was exactly what he should have done for a long time because he immediately saw his boyfriend's expression changed as if he were realizing for the first time what he was doing. He looked at Hero, Jens, Sander, and Robbe and blinked a couple of times.

“Sorry. I don't know what’s going on with me. " "Okay, I'll make some tea so we can all calm down a bit."

Sander approached his best friend and squeezed his shoulder, giving him a reassuring little smile, and then walked to the kitchen. Lucas came closer to Hero who was still in Robbe's arms and took his tiny hand, squeezing it, then looking up at the boy.

“Can I hold him? It helps me to relax."

Robbe smiled and was about to hand him the baby when Jens intervened.

“Not yet. You have to behave yourself for at least five minutes straight."

Lucas pouted, looking at Jens, who promptly kissed his lips and put an arm over his shoulders.

"Let's go sit in the living room while we wait for Sander to come back, okay?"

They all sat on the carpet around the coffee table. Robbe was still holding Hero, who was watching everyone with great interest. Jens brushed his finger gently on his cheek, making him smile.

"I'm sorry about early. I'm happy you guys are back together. He needs you. " "And I need him. That's mutual. " "I know, I always knew, but I was trying to protect him."

Jens ran his fingers through Lucas's hair, kissing his forehead, and Robbe was sure he would hear him purr at any moment. Now that he was back in his normal state, Lucas loved receiving Jens' attention, and his boyfriend was always happy to give it to him. They sat even closer.

"Okay, you can hold him." "Finally. Come here to uncle Lucas! "

He clapped his hands happily and reached for Robbe to take Hero. At that moment, Sander's hoodie slid slightly up along the boy's arm, leaving the skin of his wrist uncovered. Jens suddenly saw something that made him frown.

"Robbe, what’s on your wrist? Is that a bruise? Have you guys fought? " "Wha- oh."

When Robbe realized what Jens was referring to, he blushed furiously, pulling the sleeve over his fingers, totally unable to look his best friend in the eye.

"Did Sander hit you?" "Jens, shut up, that's not..."

Lucas closed his boyfriend's mouth and promptly whispered something in his ear, which made change his expression again, from worried to embarrassed.

"Oh. Um, congrats? " "Congrats on what?"

Sander reappeared with a tray in his hand, and Hero called him happily, making everyone smile. The boy placed the tray on the table, and put a mug in front of Lucas, taking Hero in his arms, going to sit next to Robbe, who snuggled beside him, touching the tip of Hero's nose with a finger.

"A chamomile for Lucas."

Lucas stuck out his tongue, but gladly accepted the cup that was in front of him. Maybe it would do him good to start a life without caffeine.

"Jens just congratulate with us for our sex marathon." "Did you tell him?" "No, he saw my wrist and thought we fought." "I'm glad you haven't seen the rest of his body then."

Robbe buried his face in his boyfriend’s neck, groaning, and Jens almost choked on his tea, while Sander laughed along with Hero and Lucas. It was nice to be all together again, the atmosphere was light, and everyone was happy to have found each other again. Months earlier Lucas had confessed to Sander that since Hero was with them, he had truly felt like they all were a family, but at that moment, with his son in his arms, the love of his life by his side, sitting on a carpet with their best friends, Sander could finally admit that for the first time, he was feeling in that exact same way.

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[skamamoroma]

Any Skam character you were surprised to like in the universe cause for me it was Federica in Skam it s4 she kicked serious ass! 😍 but she was so real too

Whole SCU?

Actually it’s Sana Allagui! I liked her well enough through all seasons but as we saw her from the perspective of all others, we just saw her one side she showed to the world with some little breaks along the way

This season. OH MY. I am smitten. She’s SO LOVELY. Honestly there are so many moments that makes me say “oh my gosh” out loud. She’s so endearing and I feel like I know her well. I felt that transition from real Sana to that persona when she was with the UFB etc. She was so in-depth, given so much chance to show all of her sides. I cried every single time she cried. I don’t know whether, aside from Marti and Isak (and maybe Robbe that one time), I have ever had that with a main before. I’ve certainly been moved and cried at times during powerful scenes in many remakes but she grabbed hold of my heart and I was so surprised.

I realise we hadn’t seen her smile a lot until this season because every time she smiled I was absolutely mesmerised!!!! The scenes at Silvia’s house where she’s sitting so close to Silvia, smiling and then when Gio looks at her to start hide and seek... she is beaming and she’s just the cutest damn thing. I love how we see her doing SO MUCH too. The season felt LONG because we saw her in so many circumstances like sitting playing Tricky Traps, dancing around her room getting dressed (why does this make me emotional?!), with her brother, working out, doing homework, praying, getting her hair cut, shopping with her mamma, travelling out and about... all of it was just immersive and I found myself so connected with her as a character. The scene where Eva and Silvia and trying to convince her to message Malik and Sana is shy and stuttery and Eva is looking at her with so much affection... I WAS EVA!

I just can’t believe I adore her so much. She has sky rocketed instantly to my top little bunch of cherished characters and I want SO MUCH MORE!!!!!! I want to squish her for how cute she is and how sweet and how much she’s just a normal girl trying her best. Listening to how she sees herself in that voicemail made me cry so much. It’s a very relatable season regardless of Sana’s religion etc but that moment broke my heart so fundamentally as you could feel her sadness but above all, anger and regardless, she is just a young girl with a good heart and the effort every day to just keep up with everything is outstanding.

I could write a god damn list of adorable Sana moments that I want to watch over and over again because Beatrice brought this sweetness to her and depth that I honestly and truly did not expect.

So she’s my surprise and I am so grateful we got her ❤️

[xfulldreamerx]

I was just scrolling through Eliott and Lucas’s Instagram’s because I absolutely miss them and it got me thinking about how I can’t wait for Robbe and Sander to start posting pictures of them as a couple on their Instagram’s 🤷🏻‍♀️ I mean Sander has like 1 picture and a drawing of Britt on his Instagram but none of them as a couple just a thought

Anon, you're making me suffer. Elu's insta pics are the cutest ever.

AND I SPEAK YOUR WORDS INTO EXISTENCE. When Robbe and Sander start to post couple pictures, one like won't be enough. I will cherish them and put them on my wall. Can you imagine the blow up in the fandom when if the pictures Sander took come out? We will ascend that day. We will move into a new plane of existence, those pictures our gods. Because, Anon, I mean, Sander will want pictures of them, he's a photographer. Robbe will get why but smile anyways, and those moments will be captured for the delight of our mortal eyes.

Sander doesn't have pictures with Britt on Instagram because why would he? He doesn't live her anymore. Maybe he never did. His drawing and the other pic, for me, we're a way of calming her down and act like a boyfriend would.

With Robbe, though, he truly will.

[birthdaysentiment]

WHY DOES ROBBE WEARING SANDERS CLOTHES ALWAYS MAKE ME SO EMOTIONAL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 god i love it so much its just one of the cutest thing ever to think about 🤍🤍🤍

anon... oml don't even get me started, like i'm a sobbing mess right now. i did not see this coming, i did not expect to see robbe anymore this episode, so for him to be in today's clip and wearing sander's shirt... that just hit so hard, what an attack!

but same, it makes me so freaking emotional too. the way they feel so comfortable around each other, and just wants to be close no matter what, even if they can't be physically together, then they'll just wear the other's shirt or hoodie, have the other's smell around them, to calm them down, to give them comfort until they can see each other again. damn... i'm not coping well right now. idk this is just such a boyfriend thing to do, and i've been waiting for this moment for so freaking long, so the fact that it's here... i'm not functioning right now to be honest. it's these small details i've been missing so much this season (or just in general), so the fact that they included this, like thank you!

just imagine robbe having slept over at sander's place (because it was holy woensdag yesterday), and robbe knew that he wasn't able to see sander before the weekend, because they both would be busy with exams and they both know they can't concentrate when they're around each other. so... robbe can't help but take one of sander's shirts that's a little worn out, so it still smells of his perfume, different kinds of paints and just... sander so he'll have him close until they see each other again. and of course he doesn't ask sander if it's okay, because he knows that sander loves to see his boyfriend wearing his clothes, so when sander comes back from the bathroom to see robbe standing there with his shirt on, he can't help but smile and give him a sweet and soft kiss on his lips, because his boyfriend is just the cutest thing on this planet... yeah something like that maybe... lol i'm sorry for this mess

[wheregayeldhidsthewips]

Tumblr Fake Marriage Modern AU

“What are you doing?” (this is honestly a really good question, what the hell am I doing?)

Arya turns to see a startlingly handsome man in uniform frowning at her. “I beg your pardon?

“This area is off limits to guests.” He gestures at the door she’s just slammed behind her. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I can’t. I’m hiding.” She glances nervously over her shoulder. “Just give me five minutes and I promise I’ll be out of your way.”  

“Is someone bothering you?” His frown deepens in a way that sets something a flutter in her belly. “Just point them out and I’ll run them off for you.”

“Nothing like that,” she confesses. “I’m just hiding from my mother.”

“Your mother?” And damned if he doesn’t get the cutest crinkle in his forehead as he stares at her. “Why would you need to hide from your mother?”

“She’s driving me stark raving bonkers.” Arya admits. “I’m on my way to Braavos, to start a new job, and she doesn’t trust me to behave responsibly.”

“Have you given her reason not to?” he asks, a hint of smile brightening up his blue eyes.

“None whatsoever. Recently.”

“Oh, none recently” His laugh loosens something in her chest and she can’t help smiling back at him. “So, what is it she thinks you’ll get up to, then?”

“At the moment?  Mother’s convinced I’ll marry the first boy that turns my head,” she snorts indelicately. “She’s obviously confused me with my sister. Although, it would serve her right.”

“How’s that?” Somehow he’s moved closer to her, or maybe she’s the one that’s leaned into him. 

“She’s been bothering me for years to give up my dreams of moving to Braavos and settle down with the right kind of boy.” Arya tries to school the bitterness from her voice.

“And what’s the right kind of boy?” He leans in even closer.

“No one we could ever agree on.” She replies, definitely not looking at his mouth. Definitely not.

“Then I guess you’d better marry the wrong kind.” His eyes really are the deepest blue she’s ever seen.

“I guess I’d better.” Arya’s pushes up off her toes, just about to throw caution to the wind, when the door opens behind her. 

“Arya Stark! What are you doing in here?”

Arya closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before turning around. “Hello, mother.”

* * *

 She’s standing at the bar when Gendry comes in to start his shift, the same grey-eyed girl he’d found hiding in one of the linen closets the day before, and he tries not to notice the way her soft blue sweater clings to all her curves.  Not allowed, he reminds himself. This is his last cruise of the summer, but he still may want to come back next year if doesn’t find a job after he finishes his Maester’s Degree.

What he can’t fail to notice is the drunk, weaving his way through the maze of empty tables and chairs to plop down on the stool next to her. From the way she rolls her eyes at him and looks back to the book in front of her, she’s clearly not happy to have him crowding her space.

“—pleeeeeease? I’ll make it worth your while,” the drunk whines while leaning his head on her shoulder and Gendry finds his hands curling into fists.

“No! Now, get off me,” she practically growls as she shoves him away.

“Can I help you, Miss?” Gendry’s already reaching for the drunk’s collar when she snorts, “Only if you’ve got a time machine.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“The only way you can help me with this mess,” she shrugs her shoulder to indicate the drunk, whose leaning against her once more, “is if you can go back in time and make sure my brother never becomes friends with him.”

“Wait, so you know him?” Gendry’s hands drop to his side and he’s not sure if he’s relieved or not. It’s another four days until they reach Braavos and the last thing he needs is to be stuck on the ship with an angry drunk.

“Unfortunately. He’s my family’s pet Theon,” she sighs.  “My mother fed him once and now he won’t go away.”

“Come on, Arya,” the drunk rolls his head to give her a lopsided grin, “you know you love me.”

“Again, you’ve confused me with my sister.  Sansa is the tall one, red hair. Go bother her.”

“I would, if you’d just help me.” Gendry’s not sure, but he thinks the look the drunk is giving her is supposed to be puppy dog eyes, although to Gendry he just looks constipated.

She shoves him off once more. “I am not going to propose to my sister for you, Theon!”

“She’ll say no if I do it,” he replies morosely.

“No, she’ll say no if I ask her for you. For some reason, I’ve yet to fathom, she loves you.” She smacks him in the side of the head with the book she’d been reading. “Now, go, get off of me and go tell my sister you love her.  Or my brother.  I’m not that picky. Just leave me alone.”

“I’ll buy you a pony.” Now he’s wiggling his eyebrows and looking a bit like a demented clown. At least in Gendry’s opinion.

The girl’s opinion must not differ too much because she tells him, “I already have a horse, Theon. Piss. Off.”

“I know, but I’ll buy you a wee little Arya sized pony.”

From the look on her face, Gendry’s starting to think that maybe this Theon bloke is the one that’s going to need protecting. “I can still see him out, if you’d like?” he suggests with a smile.

“That would be lovely.” A mischievous smile crosses her face. “Maybe off the side of the ship as well?”

“I’m starting to think you don’t want me around,” Theon grouses as he stumbles to his feet. “I’ll just go find someone who does.”

“That’d be Robb or Sansa then.” She waves him away and turns to smile at Gendry again, sticking out her hand. “Thanks for the daring rescue, even if it wasn’t needed. I’m Arya, by the way. I don’t think we were quite properly introduced in the closet.”

Gendry laughs and shakes her hand. “Gendry. I’m one of the ships bartenders.  Speaking of which, is there anything I can get you?”

“A new family?” She looks at him hopefully. “Although, probably not. I’m just getting used to this one.”

“So, is he the right kind of boy?”

Arya rolls her eyes. “Remember that, do you?”

“It’s not often a beautiful girl traps me in a closet.” He starts checking his stock and tying on his apron. “A boy tends to remember that.  So, is he?”

“Depends on who you ask,” she sighs. “He come from enough money to satisfy my mother, but not the ‘right’ kind of money. Not old enough, not ‘clean’ enough. Like our family weren’t conquerors a thousand years ago. But Sansa loves him, so I guess that’s all that matters. Especially given-”

She looks angry and sad for moment before turning back to her book and Gendry finds himself wanting to see her smile again. “So, you’ve a brother and a sister and a pony?”

“A horse!” She emphasizes, but looks back up at him with a bit of a smile. “And six dogs, four brothers, a sister-”

“And a Theon.”

She does laugh at this and Gendry finds he rather likes the sound of it. “And a Theon.”

“Can I get you anything to drink?” He gestures at the bar. “As long as I’m here?”

“Can’t,” she sighs. “I just finished my antibiotics yesterday.  No alcohol for another 48 hours.”

He’s about to ask her what they were for when another customer come in and he gives her a nod before going to help them.

The next couple of hours go by in a flurry of pre-dinner drinkers that’s just starting to die back down when he notices Arya still sitting at the end of the bar, with an empty ice tea and a frown. “Need a refill?”

“Yes, please. Although I may need something stronger if I’m going to get through this book.”

“That bad?”

“Hideous. I should have known better than to borrow a book from my sister.” She turns the book over and starts reading aloud from the back. “Anne is a down on her luck art student, desperate for a place to stay. Gary is a high-powered attorney, too busy to look for a wife and not interested in a corporate ‘merger’ with his boss’ beautiful daughter. A chance meeting leads to an unlikely friendship and when Gary’s boss’ daughter presses for something more, Gary blurts out that he’s already married to—Anne! Can their friendship survive their ‘fake’ marriage?  Or will it lead to something more?”

“It does not say that.” Gendry grabs the book from her hand and scans the back. “It does say that.”

“It does.” Arya reaches for the book. “Sansa has become one of the smartest people I know, but she still has rubbish taste in books. Although,” she turns the book over and looks at the synopsis again, “I can’t say Gary had the wrong idea. I’d fake marry someone if it would get my mother off my back.” She smiles up at him. “Would you like to fake marry me for the sake of my sanity?”

Gendry can’t help laughing and leans in a little closer. “I’d be happy to fake marry you, m’lady, if it comes to that.”

“It just might-”

“Arya! Is this where you’ve been all day?”

Gendry flinches at the hard glare Arya’s mother is aiming at him and steps back from the counter. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“She’s had quite enough, I’m sure.” Arya’s mother reaches over her to push the ice tea glass away. “Honestly, Arya, you aren’t even dressed for dinner.”

Gendry watches as Arya closes her eyes and appears to be counting before standing and taking her mother’s arm. “Well, I guess I’d better do something about that.

  ***

The gym is quiet when she lets herself in and Arya breathes a sigh of relief.  Dinner with her mother last night had left her frazzled and feeling picked upon. She really needs an hour alone to work out her frustrations before facing breakfast with the family.

Only she’s not alone. Once she turns the corner into the gym proper, she can see the

good looking, okay, hot, bartender she keeps running into.  He’s working quietly on the free weights and doesn’t seem to notice as she heads over to the treadmills.

She’s just finishing with her warm up when he passes her, stops, and looks behind her.  Then he leans to the other side and looks behind her again.

What the-? Arya pulls out her earbud and frowns at him. “What?”

“Just looking to see if I could tell where your mum’s hiding this time.”

It startles a laugh out of her and Arya feels the last of the tension she’s been carrying with her drain away. “While I wouldn’t put it past her to be lurking behind an elliptical waiting to pounce, it’s a bit early for her to be out of bed.  Speaking of which, you’re up early, aren’t you?”

“Haven’t been to bed yet,” he replies, stifling a yawn. “Pulled a double last night. But this is the only time it’s empty.  Usually, anyway.” He gives her a shy smile. “What are you doing up so early, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Hiding from my mother?” Arya can’t help laughing. “I haven’t been sleeping very well, I hoped getting back into my workout routine would help.”

“No alcohol, antibiotics, broken workout routine,” he cocks his head and frowns at her. “You were sick?”

“Walking pneumonia,” she confirms. “I ignored it for weeks. If my sister hadn’t dragged me in to see a doctor I’d probably be in the hospital now.”

“Aren’t you a little young for pneumonia?” he asks, giving her a once over, and Arya can feel her cheeks flush.

“Not so much, it turns out.” Arya reaches for her water bottle. “Apparently all it takes is working yourself to exhaustion and hanging out in locker rooms.”

“Hang out in a lot of locker rooms, do you?” his smirk is cut short by another yawn and Arya finds herself laughing again.  

“I taught swim lessons over the summer,” she replies. “Or at least I did until I got sick.”

“You’re a swim teacher?” he looks amused. “I would have pegged you for a rich girl.”

“How many rich girls do you know?” she asks, fighting back another smile.

“Umm, you?” he admits with a shrug. “So, swim lessons? That can’t be why you’re moving to Braavos. I don’t imagine there’s a shortage of swim teachers there.”

“No,” she can’t seem to stop laughing around him. “I’m going to work as a translator. It’s really just an excuse to spend a year or two living in Essos before my brothers guilt me into coming to work at Stark Industries.  I taught swimming during the summer’s in King’s Landing.”

“King’s Landing?” He leans toward her. “Whereabouts?”    

“Flea Bottom.  There’s a public swimming pool over on-”

“-Gin Alley.  Nasty place.” Fuck, he’s even good looking while he’s frowning at her. How is that even fair? “How’d you end up teaching in a hellhole like that?”

“My sister’s college roommate was working on setting up an after-school program in Flea Bottom,” she explains. “She’d done a sociology project on inner-city youths and been appalled at the number of kids just left to fend for themselves after school.  One of the facts Margaery gathered for her proposal was the number kids from Flea Bottom that drowned each year. I was 17 and naïve, I said why don’t they just teach them to swim?”

“So you did?” He’s staring at her like she’s done something wonderous, instead of just spending a few hours in a pool with some kids.

‘It’s not so easy as that,” Arya shrugs and reaches for her water, feeling a blush rise on her cheeks. “Remember I said I was naïve?  The first summer we held the classes at the Country Club Margaery’s family owns.  We had a totally of five kids, one of whom was older than I was.  Most of the families didn’t have a way to get their kids to the club, even if they’d wanted to.”

He’s frowning at her now. “Margaery? Tyrell?”

Arya nods and tries to hide her disappointment at the tirade she’s sure is coming.

“I heard about the program she started.  My foster parents rave about it,” he’s smiling now. “Davos says she’s one of the few that’s followed through on her promises and done good for the neighborhood.”

  *

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  NOTES:

  Tyrell Center, free swimming lessons. Sansa is friends with Margaery.

Chest pain when you take a deep breath in

Cough that may come in violent spasms

Mild flu-like symptoms such as fever and chills

Sore throat

Headache

Tiredness

Lingering weakness that may last after other symptoms go away

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 *

>Theon once tried to fight a mango.

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>Arya hanging out at the bar with him intentionally, talking about Braavos and why she’s moving there. (Why is she moving there?)  Gendry tells her about the degree he’s working on and working summers on the cruise for tips to cover gaps in his scholarship (Imperial College London – Dept of Mechanical Engineering or Loughborough University. Both have advanced degrees.)

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Gendry dressed as a blacksmith.  No shirt. Didn’t blacksmiths wear heavy aprons, so they didn’t get burned?   Porno blacksmith?

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Arya’s dressed as a water dancer, has sword her brother gave her as a girl.

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>Getting fake married by man dressed as priest at costume ball

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>hot sex

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>broken condom. both have been tested, Arya’s on birth control, what the heck, let’s have sex again

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>parting, but exchanging numbers

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>Arya having crappy time in Braavos, homesick, sick-sick (and worried about another ear infection), phone stolen, runs into fake priest at courthouse. Turns out to be real Magister. Fake marriage NOT fake.

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>Doctor assures Arya she doesn’t have another ear infection, she’s just pregnant.

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>Arya calls Sansa. Sansa tells her to get her ass home. Arya protests at first, but then realizes that she misses her family, she wants to keep the baby weird as that sounds to her

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>Arya comes home, tracks down Gendry.  Extremely apologetic about everything. Tells him she expects nothing from him.  Perfectly happy to annul the marriage, get a divorce, whatever.  Doesn’t expect him to be involved with baby, just thought he ought to know.  Gendry wants to be part of baby’s life, thinks they should stay married and live together, JUST AS ROOMMATES, until the baby is born and then see how it goes after that.

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If you’re reading this, why?  And how did you find it?

[dachi-chan25]

GoT Season 8 Episode 1: The Pointy End Recap

Gods I am back on my bullshit but I can't help it 'cause I had too many thoughts about yesterday's episodes.

Disclaimer: So if you know me or my blog you know I don't root for D Targy (I write it like this cuz i don't want this post to pop up in her tag) and that she sometimes annoys the crap out of me, also i don't root for her bland ass romance or anything magical lizard related. I support House Stark 100% so ofc I believe in Pol!Jon (and more over I am a Jonsa shipper so ofc Imma write about that) and if you don't agree or don't feel confortable with any of those things this Recap is not for you (if you come here to troll I'll just ignore you anyway so don't waste your time and energy like that)

With that said let's begin!

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-The episode starts with a young boy running to meet the Queen's entourage, we already see a lot of peasants and common folk gathered there, Arya sees the boy and smiles fondly (she is totally reminiscing when she did the same when King Bobby B visited WF) This shots made me feel very nostalgic as they parallel very closely S1.

Another parallel that it's included here is Jon and D arriving all regal couple like, I was just remembering about Bobby B and Cersei, and things are already on a visual side not working for them (d looks totally out of place with that flashy awkward coat, I mean the color, the cut, the red details, all of it makes her stand out like a sore thumb. On a visual level alone she does not belong there). The music is also worth noting, it starts off on a very ominious tone and then gets some heroic B bright undertones as Dr and Jon ride closer to he camera, but again falls into an ominious conqueror-villian entrance song.

The perspective shifts to Arya watching Jon and D riding (she doesn't seem happy to see D she kind of looks confused) but smiles when she sees Jon, we also see The Hound (Arya looks really confused, cuz she probably thought he was dead) and Gendry (she gives the cutest smiles ever,and yassssss Gendyra lives!!) riding behind them.

We get Varys and Tyrion riding in a carriage of sorts, and an unnecesary enuch joke *sigh* even Varys calls out Tyrion for it, and he is like idgaf cuz i got ballzzzz!! (Classy dude)

The common folk is not diggin this dragon kween business and obviously don't cheer or grovel at d's feet, she is very upset at this and Jon is like "I told you so", then the dragons approach and the people are terrified, they scream and run, worst of all D smiles and seems so smug (fuuuck her a thousand times, this proves she doesn't give a fuck about poor people unless they adore her, and that fear is just as well for her as respect, cuz this bitch is just like Cersei but dumber) and we don't really get to see Jon's reaction but come the fuck on!! This people Jon knows, some of them he has seen since he was a little boy, these are the people he is trying hard to protect and you think he is not gonna care for them just cuz d is pwetty?? Nah dude, he knows she cares about being worshipped (I meaaaan her long ass list of titles) but he thinks she is mostly harmless (may i remind you he still doesn't know about the TARLYS)

The camera follows the dragons and we see Sansa looking at them with worry (my poor girl, that's the adecuate reaction when you see monsters terrifying your people)

K, now we are seeing Jon in the courtyard, he sees Bran and immediately runs to him (you can clearly see Jorah helping D dismount in the background and that's hillarious cuz 2 seconds in WF and he is already leaving her ass behind in favor of his family), we even get a forhead kiss and Jon is pretty emotional at seeing his baby brother all grown up (tbh i find Bran's deadpan deliveries so funny, Jon looks confused af) he sees SANSA and biiiitch (I wanted to screenshot his face but I just gave up cuz it's very quick) the softness of his stare, the parted mouth, the way he just dives into her arms (Sansa stares at D while they hug like bih fuck off he is ours) . I want to address something real quick, yeah it was a shorter hug than we expected, but not less emotional ( Sansa was smiling and the look on Jon's face when he saw her) still it was 10000x times better than any Aegony scene because the affection is mutual Jon goes straight for a hug and Sansa opens her arms as opposed as Aegony scenes that rely heavily on D. Also I think this hug was shorter (and we see Jon pulling apart first) cuz d is watching, not only that but a lot of people are and i do think this season until the parentage reveal is out in the open they will be trying to keep their distances cuz they have feelings siblings are not supposed to have.

Jon asks for Arya, and Sansa says she is lurking somewhere with a smile (this reminded me of Cat asking about Arya on ep 1) and D approaches with the most forced smile ever, Jon introduces Sansa with her proper title first and then is like she is the kween D Targy forsaking all her thousand titles thank god. Also the first thing Jon says is that Sansa is his sister which I'll talk about later. So D tries (and fails) to be charming, saying how beautiful WF and the North (she says it's as beautiful as Jon said) and compares Sansa's beauty to it which had me wondering stuff.

A) so we never get Jon and D talking about Jon's siblings (another aegony is doomed moment) but he does mention briefly Arya and Bran cuz he thought they were dead, but Sansa??? Unless a thrid party brought her up he never talked about her which leads me to think D had no idea about Sansa being Jon's sister and that is why he breaks the hug and introduces he as his sister frist of all.

B) By talking about Sansa's beauty and how Jon talked about it, it implies they did talk about Sansa and that Jon said she was beautiful ??? Cuz that's the way D made it sound xdddd.

Ofc i think the A to be more like lyrics cuz Jon is playing his cards very close to his chest, but I thought it was funny.

Sansa brushes her of and delivers the WF is yours your Grace bs. Duuuude she is not even trying to be charming (she is corteous enough but barely) like she would have played the modest naive Maiden and said "not as beautiful as you, your grace" (bihhh d would have loved this shit) nor even a gracious thank you. And i wonder whyyy?? As far as she knows she is an ally, and yeah she doesn't trust her damn she doesn't even like her but that hasn't stopped her before like damn she was all charm when she met Roose and Ramsey for the 1st time and she hated them!!!! What I think is happening is that LF'S words are still in her mind about Jon marrying D, and Jon separated too quickly from their hug, and now he is standing beside this woman calling her queen, and yeah I see the jealousy maybe she doesn't know why fully maybe she is just starting to realize her feelings and is all projecting them onto the he betrayed the north's trust but I do feel it goes beyond that and it shows.

Bran interrupts before things get uglier with D and Sansa, with news about the wall, D looks shocked (bet she thought she was the only one who could control dragons) Jon looks like he is about to have a pánico attack.

They have a meeting with the northern Lords in the Great Hall (it is very curious that Jon is seated between d and Sansa, when befitting her new title D should be in the middle, D&D are driving this love triangle home) but from the get go we see that Sansa is the one running stuff and doing everything a queen should, she asks Ned Umbr about his people, he says they need more wagons and horses (I am sideeyeing D so hard at this moment) Sansa bids him to go to Last Hearth and bring as many ppl as he can.

Lyanna Mormont then proceeds to rip Jon a new one (but Lyanna like everyone else isn't really getting the full picture) and Jon looks at Sansa for support (like curious, as Lyanna is talking about D and she is his lady love and stuff you'd think he would look at her to gather strenght or resolution for what he is about to say but nope) but she is like 'dude you deserve it' and I would say she is right but like wasn't Sansa defending him to everyone that would listen last season ??? She literally said she respects Jon's desicions, nah this is her jealousy this is a go on prove me wrong, talk, give them (and me) and explanation of why u betrayed our trust for her. And Jon does look crushed when he sees he is not getting any support from her cuz if pol!Jon is right he did it! He listened to her, he was smarter than father and Robb, he brought an army home, and Sansa the one he did all this for still won't trust him that the North is his heart and home and he would do anything to keep it safe (like still pretty fucking unfair he wants sansa's blind faith without giving her anything in return but I get where he is coming from) and if pol!Jon is not real then they really destroyed Jon's character in favor of the blandest romance ever and I can't get behind that way of thinking because before I even shipped Jonsa I was a fan of both Jon Snow and Sansa Stark and I believe and support them both.

Honestly my boy doesn't even try to sell D, he is just like we need allies!! Tyrion just about gives up cuz he thinks Jon is a bumbling fool with no idea of how the game is played (lmaooo) and tries to sell D plus the idea that Cersei is sending them the Lannister army (I think is very important jon didn't mention this and I will go on about it later) Sansa is just about fed up with this bs, and asks a real important question about how da fuck is she supposed to feed this big ass army plus 3 dragons that she didn't account for and she doesn't have any obligation towards, like that's d's job, even worse d's haughty response (you can see Jon doesn't like this one bit) like honestly I had never felt more annoyed by d she is already a villian threatening Sansa in her own home for daring to care more about her people than about d's lizards, and i don't know how people are ok with that, like dude y'all are entitled to your own opinión and to loving your faves, but this shit was awfull.

We see carts of dragonglass in the courtyard, Gendry is giving instructions and Lord Royce is just leaving Sansa looking at all this activity when Tyrion approaches Sansa.

This is already to long and I have much to say about the Tyrion-Sansa convo, so let's go on in part 2!!

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Battle of the Bands (Ch.10)

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader, Jon Snow x Reader, Viserys Targaryen x Reader, Ramsay Bolton X Reader

Summary: You just moved into the city for the first tie all by yourself. After you get your dream summer job working for a small magazine, you find yourself in the middle of the city’s rock festival: Battle of the Bands. Local rock bands throughout the city compete to win a record deal that could change their lives. Your job? Get close to them and write about them online.A single girl in the city surrounded by rocker boys during the summertime. What could possibly go wrong?

Words: 2664 // AO3 Link

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine

The first time you ever heard My Chemical Romance’s The Black Parade live, you had a nervous chill crawl down your back. It brought you a secret kind of joy that you couldn’t articulate to anyone. Robb Stark offering you a sweet, fried food and asking to talk also gave you a nervous chill down your back, but it brought you no joy.

“Alright,” you nodded. “I guess.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Let’s…talk,” you said. Robb smiled gratefully and sighed with relief. You both walked in silence until you reached a secluded part of the festival: the historic section. Outdoor panels were set up with plaques and pictures from the past. The Battle of the band festival dated all the way back to the 1930’s when people had so little, but came to the park in flocks to listen to music and maybe feel a little bit happier. Both of you had polished off the elephant ear. You licked off the remaining cinnamon sugar off of your fingers.

“I’ve done a lot of thinking these past few days,” Robb broke the silence. “And I’ve made up my mind on a lot of things. And I want to say I’m sorry. Jon told me what happened. I didn’t realize all of this would affect you so greatly. I thought you didn’t care, and I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you have panic attacks often?”

“Yeah. I-uh, well yeah I do,” you admitted. You touched the back of your neck. “I know I’m confident and extroverted, but I have my moments. I get scared. I get really, really wound up and it feels like everything’s falling apart. Jon told you about that day?”

“Yes and no. He yelled at me about it. He was pissed. Jon wanted me to go apologize to you immediately and tore me up about it. I’ve always been quick to anger. Sansa and Jon have always humbled me when I get out of hand. Both of them have bad anxiety.”

You thought of the pretty, rich Sansa with thousands of Instagram followers and a cute youtube channel. You thought of her lovely figure and her flawless skin. Her smile could light up an entire city. She didn’t need to rely on family money when she made so much of her own. She was an IT girl and she had anxiety.

“Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time and change things,” Robb said.

“Like with Robyn?”

“No. I don’t regret what happened with Robyn. She was a mess. I was a mess. We both made mistakes and it happened. If I regretted it, I wouldn’t be who I am today.”

“And you regret what happened with me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want Robyn in my life anymore. I wanted her gone. I regret what happened with you because I want you around. I have feelings for you, Y/N. Real romantic feelings.”

If you were till eating the elephant ear, you would’ve choked. Luckily, you weren’t eating anything. Still, you choked on the air round you, making an awkward seas creature noise. Robb touched your arm and looked over you concerned.

“Are you ok? Do you need water? What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine!” you said. That was a lie. You were not fine. You just lied to your boss. Good job.

“I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have—

“No, no. It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

Robb looked away from you a bit. He turned back to meet your eyes with his own. “So, how do you feel about me?”

The thought was occurred to you since you met him. There an immediate attraction to him. He was your equal in every way. He loved creativity and his small magazine thrived in the city. He was quick-tempered, but he apologized for his actions. He was kind, protective, and the way he smiled at you made you swoon.

Could you date Robb? Did you want to? After what he said and how he held your job over your head, it was hard to decide. Robb still waited while you stare off into space.

“I’m attracted to you. I think you know that,” you smiled, feeling a rush of color coming to your cheeks. “I like being around you. You make me happy.”

“So if I asked you out on a date?” Robb was tip-toeing and you knew it.

“I would have to say no.” You touched Robb’s chest. “What you said and did really hurt. I’ve lost—

“You lost your trust in me,” Robb completed the sentence. He let out a few mumbled cuss words and dug his hands in his pockets.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re right. You have every right. I fucked up, but I’d like to make it up to you. I’m not sorry for how I feel. I like you. Oh, I like you so much. If I can change your mind, would you consider me then?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I would,” you nodded. Robb smiled wide and took your hand. He kissed the back of it softly. Your heart leaped high above you free to touch the sky and kiss the birds.

“I won’t let you down. I promise.”

Robb’s words left you warm and fuzzy inside. You remembered Jon and his kind words and actions. Feeling generous, you called him, wanting to thank him for everything’s he’s done. You heard a slight fumble and then a sleepy voice.

“Hello?”

“Jon, did I wake you? I’m so sorry,” you giggled to yourself.

“What? Oh, I was only napping. Don’t worry. What’s up?” Jon’s slow drawl made it hard to focus. You secretly wished you could wake up to his sleepy voice.

“Uh, Robb came to me. We talked about things.”

“Did he say he was sorry? I told him to say he was sorry. I swear his anger gets the better of him.”

“He did! He did. I just wanted to thank you for everything.”

“You didn’t have to say that.”

“But I want to. You’ve been so nice to me since I got here. What did I do to deserve you?”

“You have no idea,” Jon laughed awkwardly. “I’m really happy you and Robb are getting along.”

“Why do I sense there’s a ‘but’?”

“There’s no ‘but’.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah! So, did he ask you out?”

“He did.”

“And what did you say?”

“I told him no,” you told Jon. You heard some shuffling around and then a more alert voice.

“You turned him down? Why?”

“Because I don’t trust him. Not like before. I don’t trust him like I trust you.” You realized what you said right after you said it. The realization hit both of you at the same time. What you said was true. Robb may have been kind to you, but Jon was kinder. Robb gave you a job, but Jon gave you what you needed: understanding and a hug. You had almost forgotten you were on the phone with him. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“It’s alright,” Jon reassured you. “I was thinking too. Could I see you?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Yeah, you can.”

The next day you found yourself looking in a mirror. You put so much effort into your outfit that you started to doubt yourself. Maybe your shorts were too short or your t-shirt wasn’t clever enough. Margie hugged you from behind.

“And why does the cutest girl look so sad in front of a mirror?”

“Because I’m just confused,” you admitted, relaxing under her touch. “I told Robb that I would give him another chance. He wants to be with me, but I trust Jon more.”

“What about Viz and Ramsay? You fucked them. You trust them too, right?”

“No,” You shook your head. “Viz and I aren’t talking anymore. He doesn’t want to chase me. He wants to be chased. As for Ramsay, well…” Your voice trailed off.

“Viz dumped you?” Margie said.

“You can’t dump someone you were never dating, Margie.” You let your shoulders slump. Margie turn you to her.

“Do you remember how we met?” she smiled.

“Online? Or real life?”

“Online, silly billy,” Margie opened your bedroom window. Sun streamed through with a gentle wind blowing air through. “Ben was cheating. He couldn’t make up his mind about who he liked more. You’re confused. Just like Ben was.”

“You’re comparing me and Ben? Ben was a piece of shit.”

“Ben wanted all the girls to himself. You don’t.”

“What? You don’t think I want girls to myself?” you played with Margie’s hair. She rolled her eyes.

“I mean, you’re caught up in four—three guys. You want love, not some guy for fucking. You’ve always wanted love. The great adventure of it all. The glory and the swooning of it all. There’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with you.” Margie hugged you tightly.

“Thank you.” Margaery was your best friend. When you had doubt, she was there supporting your angelic wings and your devilish horns. Both of you felt constant vibrations in your pockets.

“Loras?” Margie looked at her phone.

Loras: [I need you both to come down here. At sunspot.] Loras: [Ramsay’s going nuts.] Loras: [Jesusss he’s drunk. Get over here now.] You stood outside the Sunspot, next to Margaery, watching an angry young man rage inside. Ramsay threw down and entire table, food and all. He screamed at Loras when you stepped inside.

“Fuck you!” He said. “Fuck your fucking boyfriend! Fuck!” You exchanged a look with Margie. Margie looked to her brother. Loras stood there frozen with his hands up, shrugging at both of you.

“Ramsay,” you held your hands up and approached the raging bull. Ramsay turned to look at you. His eyes raged, but then softened when he saw you. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been disqualified,” Ramsay told you. “Some bands thought my band was too inappropriate to compete.” Ramsay looked hard at Loras as if he meant to burn him with just a look. You turned Ramsay’s face back to you.

“Calm down, we’ll get to the bottom of this, ok? Loras didn’t do anything. Let’s go home.”

“Go home? Go home? Are you fucking—I know it was him! Him and Renly!” Ramsay lunged Loras’ way. You had to think of something quick.

“I’ll go home with you. We can go for round two if you want,” you winked at him. Ramsay’s dark chuckle echoed through the restaurant. You reached for his hand and he happily took it. You guided a drunk and horny boy out of the restaurant and left Margaery to deal with the mess. One uber ride later and you found yourself in the same apartment you left only days earlier.

You eyed the same dog leash, classic rock posters, and guitar nestle in the corner. Ramsay’s apartment seemed to be a clean bachelor pad with horror and historic memorabilia displayed everywhere. A small beagle puppy yelped at your feet when you stepped into the kitchen.

“Audrey!’ Ramsay snapped. The sall pup stopped barking and smiled at you with her tongue out.

“I didn’t know you had a puppy! She’s so precious!” You bent down and gave the good girl lots of love. You obsessed over her big brown eyes and big ears.

“I just got her. Haven’t gotten around to telling everyone yet. So, round two?” Ramsay’s hands played with your hips. He pulled you to him and closed the space between you.

“What happened back there?”

“Are you going to make me talk about my feelings? I don’t do that.”

“Ramsay, your band got cut.”

“No, we were disqualified. Band cuts are tomorrow. We had the fucking votes.”

“So what happened?”

Ramsay backed off of you. His fists clenched at his sides. Ramsay pulled out another bottle of liquor and poured himself a little. He tossed it back and sniffed sharply.

“You weren’t at our last show. It was wild. The mosh pit was insane. People screamed my name like they were worshipping a god. I had this idea that on one of our songs, we would sacrifice a goat on stage.”

“What?” you reacted, stepping back.

“It wasn’t a real fucking goat. It was only a prop, but someone thought it was real.”

“But why did you think it was Loras?”

“Not Loras, Renly. I know his band doesn’t have the votes to go through the next two weeks, but my band did. If my band didn’t make it, his band would.”

“That’s…wrong.”

“People play dirty here. This happened last year too. Bands would sabotage each other and steal fans. When I do something creative on stage, it’s seen as obscene. But, other great bands have done the same as me. Doesn’t make much sense, does it?”

“Is there anything we can do?” your eyebrows knitted together. “Could we report this?”

“No, it’s done. Straight from the judge’s mouth. We’re out, and I’ll have to report to my father tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, my father and I cut a deal. If my band didn’t win and get this record deal, then I have to clean up my act,” Ramsay tossed another drink back. You felt a vibration in your shorts. You wanted to ignore it, but the last time you ignored your phone it got you in trouble. You peeked to see a text from Jon.

Jon: [Were you still down to hang today? I wanted to see you.]

“You can’t help me. Not even if you tried,” Ramsay said. A part of you felt bad for him. It rooted inside like a growing plant. Ramsay was rough, wild, and awful. He liked himself that way. You did too. He wasn’t gentle or romantic like Jon or Robb, and he had a hold on you. You didn’t want to let go of him easily.

You weren’t sure why you did it. You remembered watching the Phantom of the Opera for the first time. In the finale, the music swelled as Christine kissed the Phantom for the first time. You heard the chorus in your head. In that moment, you always thought that Christine saved the Phantom. You placed your hands on Ramsay’s face and kissed him softly just as Christine kissed the Phantom. Maybe you cared for him more than you thought. Maybe you wanted to save him.

The moment was quiet and gentle. Ramsay didn’t bite you. He didn’t grab your ass. He just stood there and kissed you back. When you broke the kiss, Ramsay tugged on you and kept you close. Your forehead touched his.

“Why are you so nice to me?” Ramsay asked. “You know I don’t deserve it.”

“I don’t know,” you said. Ramsay’s eyes narrowed on you. You caught a whiff of the alcohol from his breath.

“What are you doing here?”

“I want to help you.”

“And kissing me softly is going to get me a record deal?”

You took a few steps back and looked down from him. Ramsay pulled you into him again for the third time. His hand interlocked with yours.

“Just say it.”

“Say what?” you asked. Ramsay kissed your cheek. His nose brushed by yours and he started laughing. You felt another vibration in your shorts. It had to be Jon.

“I like you too, stupid,” Ramsay said.

You peeked at your phone to see Jon’s text.

Jon: [Where did you want to meet up?]

“Oh, you’re meeting up with him,” Ramsay caught a peek at your phone.

“What? No. I mean—

“You’re not my girlfriend, Y/N,” Ramsay winked. “You can kiss whoever you please. I do like competition. I mean, I already knocked out Viserys. What’s another guy? It won’t matter in the end. You’re going to mine either way.”

You left Ramsay’s apartment dialing Jon on his cell. You weren’t sure what just happened. In two days, you were dumped. Forgiven. Asked out by two boys. And one already thought of you as his girlfriend.

Note to Self: Looking at memes isn’t going to solve your boy issues.

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