#n. ah yes my favourite pastime

[onehundredpercentsane]

the way I determine whether or not to start a media that I’m not sure if I’ll like or not is to go on ao3 and check the additional tags filter.

Those filters says a lot about the fandom and the media imo.

[burnthoneydrops]

The Sun and the Moon II (e.b. x original character)

synopsis: the first ball for two recently debuted girls reveals a familiar feeling for one.

requested: no

warnings: none

word count: 1.6k

a/n: heyyyy, anyone remember this from over a year ago? im so sorry for the delay, i really ran out of long writing motivation there for a hot second, but hopefully i'm back at it? i make absolutely no promises though

My right glove sags unceremoniously from my arm and as I go to adjust it for the millionth time, Aunt Moore tugs at the back of my dress. I quickly retract my arm back to my side as we step through the double doors of the conservatory Lady Danbury had secured for the evening. She seemed a most formidable lady indeed, from what Aunt Moore’s staff had told me,  but the gorgeous flowers hanging from the walls were not overtly intimidating. Hearing that she was sponsoring two girls also foreign to the ton had put me at ease this afternoon, as I hoped I might find some comfort in a group of those trying to learn. I would never suggest admitting that I am an outsider to Aunt Moore, but I fear my accent has already done that for me. 

“Lord Cabernathy, the oldest of his mother’s five children, hardly objectionable,” Aunt Moore has spotted her first victim standing against a floral column. 

“Being the eldest is the only requirement making one suitable for a wife? The bar seems incredibly low,” I reply, much to my aunt’s dismay. 

“Must you be difficult when we have only just walked in the room?” She mutters through gritted teeth as another mama and her daughter walk past us with odd looks in their eyes. She smiles and waves at them, looking at my sideways to ensure that I heard her. 

“Is there anyone else, with at least more admirable qualifications?” I offer. 

“Lord Landry, a fine young man whose family owns a renowned horse breeding farm in the country. Good standing, only child so due to inherit a large fortune when his parents pass”. 

“Ah yes, wishing death upon people your age, my favourite pastime”. 

“I am merely stating that he would have a sizable income to take care of you,” Aunt Moore sighs. 

“I suppose the horse farm would not be the most impossible thing,” I try to sympathise with her efforts, thinking back to my family at home. 

Aunt Moore turns to me, and for a second I think she is stooping to an apology, when there is suddenly one voice ringing above them. “This is the season the Viscount intends to find  a wife!” 

As if someone had thrown a pile of breadcrumbs in front of some incredibly competitive pigeons, a flock of young ladies swarm the location of the voice. Standing on the tops of my feet, I see a rather uncomfortable looking man with his mother at the other set of doors. I recognize the mother from the presentation, Lady Bridgerton. Before I have time to recount this thought to Aunt Moore, she is pushing me towards the flock. I attempt to delay the process by dragging my heels into the ground, but her will is stronger than my calves, so I lose the battle quite quickly. I am stuck at the back of the half circle, watching girls fling their dance cards in the Viscount’s face, hoping he would sign his name. I would believe that half of these girls even felt blessed that he breathed in their direction, but I have slightly more hope for humanity than that thought would allow. 

As the circle of girls starts to diminish, thanks to those who realise that nothing productive will come of this swarm, I am left standing in front of the Viscount with Aunt Moore watching me from her seemingly perched position against the column. “Lord Bridgerton, it is an honour,” I state, curtseying as best I could despite the slight wobble in my ankles. 

“It is an honour to meet you as well,” he replies, though I can tell he is looking to get away as quickly as possible. His mother seems to pick up on my identity quicker than her son, as I catch her eyeing me in my peripheral, followed by her mouth forming a soft ‘oh’ of recognition. 

“You must be Lady Moore’s charge for the season,” she verbalises her thoughts, and it is then that Lord Bridgerton actually looks at me. 

“Indeed I am Miss,” I nod. 

“Lovely to be formally introduced. I noticed you at the modiste and the presentation, but it’s wonderful to properly make your acquaintance,” Lady Bridgerton smiles at me as I stand back up, finally being able to look both of them in the eye. 

“Perhaps a dance, Miss Moore?” Lord Bridgerton proposes as his mother wraps a gentle arm around his elbow. 

“I would be delighted my Lord,” I reply, extending my dance card forward so he may sign it. 

“I shall see you then,” he gives a curt smile before departing, leaving his mother and I by the double doors. I look back over at Aunt Moore, who is smiling like I have never seen before, and I excuse myself to head back over to her. 

“Very good start, I must say,” she says and I cannot tell if she is more proud of me or herself. 

It is soon after this that Aunt Moore goes to fetch herself a refreshment, and I make my way to a more secluded corner of the dance floor, hoping to watch and possibly learn the dances I had to forgo in my training. Though Father was keen on teaching me all the dances he remembered from his days in the ton, there is only so much dancing one can do while also running a family business. There appears another single young lady standing among the crowd, so I try to make my way towards her. It is clear she is watching someone else on the dance floor, and by the looks of it, it is Lord Bridgerton and the not-so-spectacular dance he is currently leading. 

“That young lady will soon be marked off his list I fear,” I comment, partially out in the open and partially hoping she will hear me. 

“Lord Bridgerton indeed seems rather frustrated,” she replies, keeping her gaze forward. “Would you prefer it to be you on that dance floor instead?” she continues. 

“Oh, not notably so. Though my Aunt would have you believe I do, she'll tell anyone just about anything to have me wed before the end of the season”. I pause for laughter, and when I am the only one who partakes, I continue, “do you wish for his name to be on your dance card?” 

“I am merely observing for my sister. She seemed most interested in him from afar, so I decided I would watch from the sidelines”. 

“What a fulfilment of sisterly duty,” I reply as Lord Bridgerton drops the girl’s hands, nodding curtly before heading outside. 

“Excuse me,” the dark skinned girl departs from my side and I suddenly feel alone once again. 

I stand off to the side for as long as I can stand, letting a few songs play through, before I realise that the next song is in fact my dance with Lord Bridgerton. I suddenly feel guilty, as if I am betraying the conversation I had previously with the mysterious other girl, but quickly depart from the crowd nonetheless so I can find my forced dance partner. He enters back in from the double doors and I am about to turn back around on account of how aggravated he looks, but Aunt Moore has somehow found me before I am able to do it. With a few words of aggressive encouragement, I am back on my trail, stopping right before the Lord and reminding him of our dance. 

The ensemble begins playing once again as the Viscount takes my hands, leading me to the right side of the dance floor. I do not dare start the conversation, both in fear of his current emotional state and that I might run my mouth and have my aunt dragging me out of the ballroom by my earlobe. 

“Your aunt is watching you for the season?” The Viscount starts. 

“Yes, my Lord, my aunt has been gracious enough to sponsor my debut this season”. 

“And your family, did they accompany you?” 

“Unfortunately not, the rest of them stayed back home”.

“And home is…” he trails off. 

“The Irish countryside my Lord,” I reply, looking between him and my feet to make sure I do not trample his. 

“You must miss them,” he supplies more to the conversation, though looks displeased at my inability to multitask. 

“Terribly,” I add as he spins me outwards. 

At that moment, I feel as though all time has stopped. No longer with the fear that I might step on the Viscount’s toes, I am spinning around the highly decorated room, attempting to keep my gaze locked on a stationary object. It is her. My stationary object is the girl I saw at the modiste and the presentation. Eloise Bridgerton. She stands at the edge of the dance floor, actively avoiding her mother I assume, fiddling with her dance card. I do not know what has happened between when I saw her last and now, but I cannot help but notice how radiant she looks. My vision becomes hazy surrounding anything that is not her, as if I can focus on nothing else. She cannot possibly know she is having this effect on me, as she is simply standing there. I fear I might lose all the saliva in my mouth with the way my heart rate spikes, and just as quickly as the moment started, it is ending. 

The Viscount is grabbing my hand once again, spinning back into him before we resume our normal facing positions. I glance quickly over his shoulder as we rotate clockwise to see if I can catch Eloise again, but alas she has run off. He nods at me once our dance has finished and hurries off to find the next young lady he promised a dance to and I am left there stunned. 

All I know, Aunt Moore’s pushing might have been more helpful than I previously imagined.

[restlessmaknae]

until i found you // hyunsuk

When a cute, handsome stranger helps you out at your favourite 24-hour bookstore, you have no idea that he’s actually a rookie actor from Korea who is currently shooting a drama in Taiwan.

➳ Characters: rookie actor!Hyunsuk x last year uni student!female reader/you

➳ Genre: meet cute, fluff

➳ Words: 3k

➳ Warning: mentions of food, drinks, unhealthy sleep schedule, thesis stress

➳ A/N: This story is the third and final installment of my 'love map' multifandom series which features 3 different idols and 3 different stories that take place in 3 different countries. The stories can be read on their own though.❤️

Header taken from this cover, title is because the 'until i found you' song reminds me of this story

➳ Dedicated to: @dat-town ❤️

➳ Taglist: @s00buwu, @tsunchani, @wccycc

As a busy university student, your sleep schedule was so messed up that your favourite pastime activity was going to the 24-hour Eslite bookstore at the crack of dawn when you couldn’t fall asleep, and your first class wouldn’t be until the afternoon.

People said that you needed to have a life outside of uni classes, assignments and working on your thesis, and you did have one, but your self-care activities usually included crying to your favourite singer’s new album at 4PM, having dinner around midnight or as mentioned above, going to the 24-hour bookstore to chill and read something that wasn’t an overly referenced academic article. It was definitely not healthy and not sustainable, but you just needed to pull through the next month, and you would be done with your thesis either way.

Besides, if there was something that you liked about this nocturnal life, it was having way less people around you at this time than during the day. The convenience stores were open but way less busy, the underground might have run less frequently but it was still running, and your favourite bookstore was also not as crowded as during the day when tourists often flocked in.

That day (or well, night) was no different. You wandered down the enormous and well-structured aisles, looking for something to pick up after getting some tea from one of the three cafés of the bookstore (see, you were trying to squeeze something into your system other than coffee), but that specific book just had to be on the top shelf. Usually, there was a small ladder beside the shelves which you could use to reach the top shelves, but today, there was none in sight.

Letting out a huff, you tiptoed before the shelf and reached your arm as high as possible, but it was not enough to grab the book, only the bottom of the upper shelf. You tried to make the book fall with your piercing gaze, but to no avail… It didn’t budge at all.

You were ready to admit your defeat when a long arm reached above your head, and casually grabbed the book before reaching it out to you. You blinked up at the stranger in awe, taking in his warm, chocolate-brown eyes, the fringe that fell into his orbs, his tall built and model-like proportions. The only thing you did mind was not being able to see the rest of his face because he wore a black mask that covered most of it. You wondered if he was smiling because his eyes seemed to be.

“Oh, thank you so much,” you bobbed your head gratefully before reaching out and getting the book from him. That’s when you caught sight of the vlog camera in his other hand, and you couldn’t stop yourself from asking. “Oh, are you filming something?”

Now you were really curious how he might have looked without the mask because his eyes turned into little crescents as if he was shy, and you had a feeling that his cheeks would be turning pink, too.

“Ah yes, it’s for a vlog,” he explained in a surprisingly deep voice, and maybe it was the weariness getting to you or maybe it was just his charisma, but he appeared so dreamy, for a moment, you wondered if you made him up in your head.

“Are you a Youtuber then?”

“No, no,” the boy shook his head after letting out a little giggle. It was cute, his giggle. It sounded so joyful yet shy. “I’m actually a rookie actor, so it’s for my agency’s channel,” he explained coyly, scratching the back of his neck.

He looked so adorable, but all the social skills you had abandoned you right then and there, and you didn’t find it in you to speak up. So you just stared at him and his crazy proportions, inwardly squealing like a child because oh my gosh, you were helped by a rookie actor! Maybe one day, he would make it big, and you could say that you knew him from the start. Only if you got to know who he was, but you were too shy to ask about it, and also, you didn’t want to inconvenience him.

“Well then, I won’t bother you,” you blurted out after much thinking, and gestured for him to go freely, you wouldn’t mind. “And thanks for the book, again,” you added, your cheeks flushed when you caught sight of another eyesmile of his. Gosh, why did he have to have such beautiful eyes? Aaand he even had a mole under his left eye, how cute!

“You… didn’t bother me, but… don’t mention it,” he replied equally shy, and it was just so amusing that there you were as a 20-something, giggling and blushing as if you had never interacted with a boy before, and there he was with all his probably 180+ centimetres, his face covered with a mask, but you could also feel the same kind of awkwardness radiating off of him.

You couldn’t even keep yourself from glancing as he walked away, talking quietly to his vlog camera while picking up some books. On the other hand, you didn’t want to be a creep, so after buying a book, you headed back to the student hall instead of stalling there because you were afraid that you would keep staring at him if you didn’t leave.

Another day, another visit to the 24-hour bookstore.

This time though, you arrived closer to 8PM than the break of dawn because you had just submitted the final draft of your thesis, awaiting your thesis consultant’s feedback, so you could finish earlier that day. You didn’t necessarily look for a certain someone, but you did look around and snap your head back when you heard people walking by because you were curious if the cute boy from before came by again. Maybe he had a schedule though. Maybe he was already sleeping. Who knew? It’s not like Taipei was small enough to definitely run into him again.

However, when you were turning a corner, you stopped dead in your tracks when you caught sight of a tall figure in a beige coat, wrapped up in a big scarf. He was trying to balance his vlog camera on one of the shelves, but it kept falling down, so without thinking twice about it, you walked up to him.

“Can I help?” You inquired with a friendly smile, but the poor boy got so startled, he literally jumped a bit in his place and a sentence in a foreign language came out of his mouth. “Sorry about that. I didn’t want to scare you,” you pointed out, desperately holding onto your handbag as if it could save you from further embarrassment.

“Oh no, it’s okay. I just didn’t hear anyone coming,” the actor justified sheepishly, running his hand through his ruffable hair. He let out a little giggle, and although you heard it last time as well, it was just as adorable as before.

“So do you need help with your camera? I could hold it for you,” you suggested after pulling yourself together for a coherent sentence. You realised it was difficult to function like a normal human being beside him, but you tried to cover it up by acting confident. You could only hope it was working.

“Ah… yes, thank you. That would be great,” he gave in, and so he instructed you how to record him while he was browsing the bookshelf. You could guess that he wasn’t from around here, and not only because of that sentence that left his mouth when he got surprised, but also because he was looking for the right words to say when talking about the camera. Either way, you got what he was trying to say, and recorded him from the back and from the side.

In the meantime, you tried to focus on the smaller version of him in the frame, not his real-size version because you were already malfunctioning as it is. You didn’t even know what took a hold of you to walk up to him, you weren’t usually this proactive. However, you weren’t even looking for boys at bookstores much to Allen’s - your best friend’s - dismay who said that meeting the love of your life at a bookshop would suit you so much.

“Thanks. That will be enough, I think,” the actor walked up to you after a few minutes, bringing you back to reality, and you handed the camera back to him swiftly. Your fingers touched for a brief moment, and as short as it was, you had a feeling that your whole face lit up like a torch.

“Do you… have some time now? I would like to get you a drink in exchange for your help,” he offered gently, and you just gaped at him like a fish because what was going on? Was it real life? “If you don’t, that’s okay, too. I-”

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. I have some time now,” you cut him off before he could overthink your silence, and so you went to one of the cafés within the bookstore. You got yourself a lemongrass tea and he got himself a decaf latte, and only when he got rid of his mask to take a sip from his drink, did you catch sight of his features.

He had those squishy cheeks that grandmothers would like to pinch, and when he smiled, his dimples popped off, something that always melted your heart. He had distinctive features, and they were both boyish and manly as he seemed to be dancing between his teenage features and his adult ones. He didn’t even wear any make-up, and even though you could see some pimples and darker circles under his eyes, no one had ever looked as ethereal yet humane to you as he did then.

You don’t remember who started asking questions, but you talked about your major, your thesis and your classes, and he told you that he was here to shoot a drama where his character was a Korean exchange student coming to Taiwan. So even though he had to learn Mandarin for his role, it wasn’t perfect, and he offered that you could correct him anytime. You both laughed when you realised that you had met last time at the crack of dawn because of similar yet different circumstances; he had just finished shooting and couldn’t go to sleep, and you had just stopped writing for your thesis and couldn’t sleep either.

He was a fun company, and somewhere along the way, you blurted out that if he needed any recommendations for places to check out here, he could let you know. You wouldn’t take advantage of it and have his fans come by, something that he mentioned was unlikely since he was just starting out in the industry.

“Oh, come on! I’m sure you’ll make it big,” you encouraged him with a thumbs-up, and there it was, that shy smile playing on his lips, something that you had only fantasised about before when he had been wearing the mask. It was even more beautiful than you would have imagined, and you couldn’t help but blush seeing his reaction.

Time flew by so fast while you finished your drinks, and you said goodbye at the metro station, but only after exchanging social media handles. Seeing him again was already like hitting the jackpot for you, but even having his contacts?

You were floored.

Hyunsuk was the loveliest guy, you swore. He held doors for you, he pulled you closer to save you from cyclists passing by, he helped you carry your bags, and of course, he continued to help you reach for books (or rather, instead of you).

Even though the 24-hour bookstore was your secret little getaway at first, after a while, you started going to other places - some more, some less popular -, and even came by the bubble tea place where Allen worked. He and his friend (plus co-worker) - Nicholas - couldn’t stop teasing you about never bringing a guy to their place before. They even said it out loud in front of Hyunsuk, the audacity!

Despite the fact that Hyunsuk wore masks sometimes in more crowded places, you didn’t mind because his company mattered more than his face. Though when you could see his adorable moles and even more adorable dimples from up-close, you melted inside. You didn’t know that you could feel this way before, but beside him, it was easy to feel so light and cared for. Before you knew it, you were falling for him, and there was no stopping it.

You didn’t want to pressure the boy into going to places with you because he was the busier one out of you two once you finished your thesis, and started looking for jobs. Yet, you couldn’t hide your excitement whenever he suggested something, let it be a stroll alongside the Tamsui River or a drink at a café. You didn’t mind where you went or when you went, you just enjoyed your time together for as long as it lasted.

Though you couldn’t deny that there was this looming uncertainty regarding his departure and where you stood, what would happen next if he left. You didn’t even want to think about it, but after Hyunsuk shared with you the date of his departure, you found yourself wondering about it more and more often. In front of him, you tried to act like your usual self, but at nights, your thoughts circulated back to your worrywart questions: what if he doesn’t want to keep in touch with you; what if this is the end for you two, and what if you just made yourself believe that you were someone special, but it was all in your head?

Hyunsuk might have taken note of the change in your behaviour the day before his departure because when you sat down at your usual bench by the riverside, he asked you if you were okay. At first, you contemplated whether you should lie to him and say that you were totally fine, but then, you decided to share with him what was on your mind.

“I’m okay, it’s just… it’s a goodbye, you know. And I’ve never been good with goodbyes,” you admitted with a feeble smile as you stared at the tranquil waves in front of you.

“I mean, it doesn’t have to be a goodbye,” Hyunsuk counterattacked, his voice gentle and soothing. You averted your eyes from the river to the boy’s face, and there was a bittersweet smile playing along his lips when your eyes met. You had a feeling that he was feeling the same way as you did, and since you didn’t protest, he continued.

“Sure, it’s a goodbye in a way because you won’t be there tomorrow to bid me farewell at the airport, but it doesn’t have to mean that we won’t see each other again,” he added before you could fall deeper into the pits of uncertainty, and for the first time in a while, your heart heaved a sigh.

“I want to see you again, and not just on the screen, watching your drama,” you told him with a lighter tone, and his lips curled upwards at the shift in the atmosphere.

“You can see me in interviews as well, and not just in the drama. Oh, and the Youtube videos, too!” He teased you with a grin, and you reached out to push his shoulder playfully. You didn’t mean it like that, but fine, you could play along with him.

“I hope you will give credit to your camerawoman.”

“Of course. I will specifically ask my agency to do so.”

“Now we’re talking!”

It was easy like this with him, before and now, and since you knew he didn’t want this to be a definite goodbye, your heart was lighter for the rest of the night. You walked alongside the river, shared some snacks and chatted about anything that came to your mind - from childhood bedtime stories to constellations. You only realised how much time passed by when you unlocked your phone to show Hyunsuk a photo from your gallery, but it’s not like you haven’t met close to midnight for the very first time.

“I think it’s time for me to go,” Hyunsuk announced when he checked his own phone, and received some messages from his manager. You purposefully didn’t want to accompany him to the airport because you didn’t want to get him into trouble if his manager didn’t know where he went when he was seeing you (though you had a feeling his manager knew). Plus, if he got famous, you wouldn’t want to give anyone a chance to use your farewell moments at the airport against him.

So you had your farewell at a metro station, heading in two different directions, and when he stepped closer to hug you, you melted into his embrace. The first teardrop rolled down your cheeks when he let go of you, and even though he teased you about being a crybaby, you could see that his eyes weren’t completely dry either.

“Take care until we meet again,” you wished with a genuine smile, your heart feeling light and heavy at the same time.

“Take care. And don’t forget to watch my content!” Hyunsuk reminded you as if you could ever forget. He kept waving with that adorable dimpled smile of his as you hopped on the metro and took a seat, feeling like you were in a movie because gosh, everything happened so fast! Both meeting him and saying goodbye to him, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

You needed this night, you needed him to act like his usual self to be able to let him go, carrying a piece of your heart with himself until you would meet again.

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[weird-bookworm]

ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ (ᴀ ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

a/n: and here is the second part. lemme know what you think!

pairing: kim seokjin x park jimin, implied!taegi, cousins!jinkook

genre: high school students!bts, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, too much platonic love, pining

word count: i have no idea ✌🏻

warnings: mentions of injury (it's just a slight bruise), yoonjin being soft because yes that deserves a warning of it's own

“I swear to God, he is the cutest person to ever exist on this Earth.” Seokjin pouted. “You’ve been saying that a million times a day everyday for the past three months.” Yoongi grumbled in reply.

“Aw, Yoongichi, don’t worry, you still occupy the second place in my ‘Cutest People Ever List’.” Seokjin cooed teasingly at his best friend, as said best friend gave him a stink eye and grumbled (but cutely. Seokjin did have a point).

“What about me, hyung?” Hoseok pitched in. “Yeah hyung, tell him I’m on third place!” Jungkook didn’t usually care about such stuff, but Seokjin could tell his competitive spirit was roaming free. “Oh would you look at that, neither of you are on third place.” He gave them a smile.

Jungkook pouted at the answer, as Hoseok whined at the eldest, who just laughed at them along with Yoongi. Teasing the youngers, it seemed, was Seokjin’s favourite pastime.

“But anyway. Is it just me or did anyone else see Jimin carrying confectionery items and a bouquet in the morning today?” Hoseok suddenly sounded a little concerned. Seokjin sighed sadly, “I’m one hundred percent sure he’s going to either confess or propose to someone. Looks like today’ll be the last day I can ogle at him freely.”

“You’re shameless anyway.” Yoongi muttered and rolled his eyes.

“Sorry hyung.” Jeongguk softly mumbled. “Whats are you sorry for Gguk? It’s just a silly crush, I am fully capable of moving on.” Seokjin chuckled in reassurance.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and recognised it as Yoongi’s without even looking (the things that happen after you know a person all your life). The younger had sensed the sad undertone to Seokjin’s statement.

“Well, no matter what, at least I get the best Best Friends in the World.” Seokjin has always been an emotional person (a drippy, gooey sap, as Yoongi usually liked to call him), so the others were pretty used to him having his moments of fondness towards them.

“Excuse me?” A foreign voice interrupted. “Ah, no, no, go away we’re having a moment.” Yoongi shooed the guy away with his hand without even glancing his way.

Jimin took a deep breath to calm his nerves. There was chatter all around them, and it was not helping his nerves. Both Taehyung and Namjoon were hyping him up with warm, encouraging words.

With their help, he managed to balance both the boxes of sweets on one of his hands, while the note sat on top. With his other hand, he held the bouquet. “Remember Jimin, you can do it. Seokjin is just another human, not anyone superior.” It was safe to say that Namjoon had slightly weird ways of encouraging.

(Well, technically, he is a senior, and we’re all juniors to him… Jimin’s brain (un)helpfully provided.)

“He’s just around the corner Jimin-ah, you’ll be fine!” Taehyung gave him a slight push.

Jimin took hesitant steps towards the elder, slightly trembling. Seokjin was, it seemed, searching for something inside his locker, his back to the corridor. Jimin let out a tiny cough to get his attention, as both his hands were occupied.

Seokjin turned around in surprise, and his eyes widened when he saw it was Jimin, and that too with all his 'romantic things', as Jeongguk had taken to calling them, he’d been carrying since morning.

Jimin was sporting a super adorable expression, with wide puppy dogs eyes filled and nervousness, and lips pulled subconsciously in a pout.

“Yes?” Seokjin came back to his senses when he noticed Jimin getting fidgety. He wondered how long had he been staring for.

“I-I just wanted to let you know s-something. You totally don’t h-have to reply or any-anything! I-I just couldn’t handle keeping it myself an-anymore. So I came here t-to tell you. Sorry I’m rambli— uagh!” A hand shoved him away mid-rant.

Seokjin’ expression quickly went from fond to angry, his eyes blazing with fury when he saw that Jimin had been pushed over quite awkwardly right on his head.

The boxes and note had flown over in a completely different different direction, while the bouquet was crushed under his weight. He groaned in pain as he straightened up.

Loud shouts of “Jimin!” rang through the corridor as Namjoon and Taehyung came tearing in. They were looking forward to the outcome of the confession, which is why they were watching everything from around the corner instead of going to the cafeteria like Jimin had asked them to.

Just as Seokjin was about to bend down to help Jimin up (after a short but intense debate with himself if he should help Jimin or kill whoever had pushed him first), a body slammed into him, the same one which had pushed Jimin, and pinned him to his locker.

He recognised the intruder as Jiseop, the annoying fucker who liked to believe that having his father's money made him better than everyone else.

He looked at Jimin smugly and chuckled. “Huh, loser.” He smirked. Namjoon looked up at him venomously. Taehyung got up and looked like the only thing on his mind was killing.

Jimin, the timid creature he was, tugged Taehyung’s pants before anything overly drastic could happen. Jiseop chuckled at Jimin’s action and turned to Seokjin.

“Hey, pretty boy, wanna go on a date with me?” He shamelessly raked Seokjin’s body. Being the popular guy that he was, Seokjin was used to getting proposals, but this was a whole new level of shameless.

He tilted his head, a fast plan forming in his head. “Sorry not sorry love, I already have a boyfriend.” Seokjin gave him an obviously fake smile. This time, it was Jimin who looked up in shock, his hand still cupping the side of his forehead which had hit the ground. That was going to bruise bad.

[lavender-romancer]

Bruised

Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Ivar loves war more than you

CW: arguments, swearing, slight smut and submissive Ivar, anger, aggression

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Even though he was your betrothed, you knew that you'd always be second best in Ivar's head and you just had to accept it. Whilst you had no say over the marriage there was no use being bitter, he was obsessed with war and blood. You yourself were also a warrior but you were pregnant and couldn't risk the date of their heir in such a careless way but, Ivar didn't share your anxiety towards death. He only thought of Valhalla, his obsession with becoming a warrior and dying noble and brave was taking its toll on you and you didn't know how to tell him it was happening because of him.

"I made some beautiful kills today, my love." Ivar grinned as he came into your quarters, you were laid back on the pillows cradling your ever growing stomach bump.

He was covered in blood, hadn't even spared a moment to wipe his face and you hated how attractive you found him in this high-testosterone state. Ivar was way too excited to realise how clean your night dress was as he lay a hand over your stomach and just smiled up at you. His sweet face sending a warm feeling to your stomach because you knew he was home safe, at least for now.

"Be careful, my love. No pressing, I think she's sleeping." You put your hand on top of his gently.

"Ah, she will be a strong girl like her mother with more need for sleep than the normal person!" He joked and you slapped him on the head lightly with a laugh.

"No matter how excited you are you always find time to discuss my sleeping habits don't you, dearest?" You raised an eyebrow and Ivar giggled. He climbed up onto your bed and thrust off his tunic that was spattered with blood on the sleeves. He grabbed a cloth from beside the bed and cleaned his face, seeming to have woken up from all the excitement and realising how clean you were.

"I'll always be happy to discuss how much sleep you require, plus making a little bit of fun toward you is always my favourite pastime." Ivar leant on your breasts, holding the other in his hand as you stroked his hair.

"Someone's comfortable, hmm?" You asked and he hummed a yes into your chest, enjoying himself a bit too much.

"Pregnancy has made these bigger, I'll have to get you pregnant again so I can enjoy it once more." He kissed both your breasts and then your lips as you hit him on the head again.

"You're a dirty man, my betrothed. Not even married me and already filled me with a child." You looked down at him lovingly, your anxiety calmed as soon as he walked in the door and you knew it wasn't healthy for the baby but you didn't know what you'd do if he was seriously hurt.

"You're welcome." Ivar grinned.

"Don't leave me again, okay?" You held him close to you and squashed him against your body and closed your eyes.

"You know I can't agree to that." Ivar whispered and you sighed, not saying anything else "Y/n, you knew what I was when you accepted my proposal. I am a Ragnarsson, I am born to do this and have a right."

You still said nothing and you knew the child growing in you made your emotions go into a concentrated form whenever you felt something but you couldn't deal with it anymore. You pushed him away from you and turned over in bed, hugging yourself and staying silent.

"Y/n, please." Ivar sounded desperate but you couldn't see his blood spattered body right now, you couldn't deal with the reminder that Ivar would be gone by the morning.

Ivar sighed and turned over, back to you as he slowly went into a deep sleep. You sat up and lit a candle by your bed, you started circling your hand over your stomach.

"You're going to be perfect, and no one will ever hurt you. You're going to stay with me and learn new languages and arithmetic and how to govern. I don't know if you'll meet your father, but I will always be here to keep you safe, little one." You were whispering but Ivar heard every word and it sent a pang of pain to his stomach, he felt too unwillingly guilty.

Ivar craved war, he craved death by battle and yet he wanted you and wanted to be with you constantly. He wanted a lazy morning with you, massaging your aching back and falling asleep on your chest. Ivar wanted to kiss you, he wanted to kill, he wanted to give you love but he needed to vanquish all who dared test him and his rule.

You were smiling down at your stomach, imagining when he or she would be in your arms after however long and hard the birth would be. It would all be worth it to hold their delicate little body in your arms and feel that connection that you had felt immediately with Ivar. You missed that immediate connection you made with Ivar, you knew that you already had it with this baby even though they weren't here yet. The moment you'd met Ivar you knew you had to speak to him more, you had to find out everything about him and couldn't sleep without thinking of him. Even though he didn't seem to want you anymore you still craved him and conversations with him, your love for your betrothed was unmistakable and unmatched. Until this baby was born there was no one you loved more than Ivar.

Ivar suddenly turned over and sat up next to you, it made you jump slightly but his next movements were slow. He shuffled over and leant his head on your shoulder, laying a hand over yours on your stomach and gripping it. He kissed your shoulder and stayed quiet, just holding you and your stomach gently showing his affection through touch. Ivar had never been good with words when it came to gentleness or affection, he was so much better at physical representations of it.

"I'm sorry." Ivar whispered and you leant your head on his.

"It's okay, angel." You kissed the top of his head and he turned his face to look at yours with tears in his eyes.

The blood still clung to his cheeks and he looked so beautiful and vulnerable next to you that you struggled to not take him into your arms and never let him leave. But you knew you couldn't control him and you couldn't make him stay.

"I'm not good for you, I just cause you stress and I… I just can't fucking say what I want to and I just- fuck," he paused "I love you. I love you so much and fuck I just loose all my words when it's only you with me. I'm so enchanted by you, my love."

"We both know you're not always the best with words but you have your moments. That was lovely." You smiled softly and leant forward till you were nose to nose with Ivar.

"You're just trying to make me laugh now." Ivar smirked and you blushed, unable to hide your intentions. You loved seeing him smile.

"Yeah and so what?" You slowly kissed him and Ivar held your face with one hand and kept the other hand on your stomach.

"I will never let anything bad happen to either of you," Ivar said quietly as you drew apart and rested your foreheads together "You are my world, my night sky full of stars, my sea full of creatures, my reason for being. I have never cared for a person the way I care for you, never take my need for war as a dismissal of you and your feelings."

You closed your eyes and wiped your eyes, unable to control your emotions and how your hormones amplified everything. You missed him so much day to day that moments like these were so treasured.

"Don't cry, my love. You are brave and so am I, I will never die because the Gods do not want it. The Seer told me so." Ivar stroked your cheek.

"I do not cry for myself or for you, I cry for our unborn child. What if they never meet you? What if they never know your care or your love?" You pulled away from Ivar a bit and wiped your eyes and your nose again.

"I am Ivar the Boneless, son of Ragnar and Aslaug, I was cursed at birth to live a life of suffering and hopelessness and yet I am King. I am unmistakably the ruler of Kattegat and respected by kingdoms str thing across our great lands. Our child will be blood of my blood, they will be as battle hungry as me and as respected as I. Regardless of their troubles they will feel our love, they will know their importance in this world." Ivar held your face in both of his hands and you smiled at him before kissing his cheeks one by one.

"They will be your blood and better for it. I just long for you, it's selfish and I know it is but I can't help my need for you." You looked longingly into Ivar's eyes and another sharp pain hit Ivar's stomach as he thought about you missing him.

"I just wish you could turn your mind off whilst I am away, that you could separate your anxiety from your general thoughts because I will always come back to you." Ivar whispered, leaning the side of his head against the headboard.

"If only I could believe you." You smiled sadly and Ivar looked away from your eyeline, he was ashamed.

"I cannot give you guarantees. I know that that isn't good enough and I know that you need more than that but this is who I am. Maybe it's healthier for both of us to have more realistic opinions of each other at least for now." Ivar looked at you sympathetically and you hated it, like you were some cooped up lover who couldn't stand up for themselves.

"So I can't expect you to be better? I can't want you to be more supportive and more present in our relationship and your relationship with this baby? What about when they're born and you won't even be there? They won't even know their father!" You yelled, your face getting hot with anger and frustration.

"Oh for fuck, this is ridiculous! You knew who I fucking was! You knew and yet you still carried on. You knew you could get pregnant, you knew we'd get married and yet you just fucking expect something else from me!" Ivar screamed back and your eyes started welling up, you stood up and walked away from the bed, back facing him.

"I don't want to see you when I wake up. Don't fucking come back for all I care, if you love war more than me and your child then what the fuck are you even doing here." You said in a calm voice, not willing to let him see you cry.

"Maybe I fucking will, maybe I'll be fucking dead tommorow! You'd love that wouldn't you, fucking slut making me get you pregnant so you could hold all this shit on me!" He yelled it with so much malice you had to grit your teeth together behind your closed mouth, holding back so much aggression because you couldn't fight him and keep your baby safe.

"You're a fucking bastard, Ivar. Stop acting like I'm a whore! I'm no thrall, I'm not one of you little one night stands who doesn't deserve anything from you, my king. I'm a fucking Princess in my own right, I owe you nothing! We both knew I could get pregnant and we both knew we would be married if it happened. You said you loved me, you fucking said it first you… you fucking…" you trailed off, unable to finish because your head was so scrambled. What was he saying?

"You're not worth the breath I used to shout at you, so what if I said it first?! You fucking entrapped me! You made me love you with all your treatment of me and stupid fucking affection. Of course I had to get out and go to war because you were turning me into something I wasn't!" Ivar yelled his eyes wide open and eyebrows furrowed in an anger induced state. You turned around to face him

"Yeah that's right. I made you fall for me. Just like how I made myself love you, listen to yourself, Ivar. You're not thinking straight, I thought you loved this child? I thought you loved this relationship but God, what are we anymore?" You let a tear drop down your cheek as you held your stomach with one hand and your back with the other. You wished your baby was big enough to start kicking so you didn't feel so alone.

Ivars' expression changed, his eyebrows relaxed and his eyes softened as he realised what he'd said and what he couldn't take back. He knew what he'd done, he knew he'd disregarded your own sacrifices and disrespected you repeatedly. You were carrying his fucking child and yet he couldn't offer you even an ounce of respect. He asked too much of you, he would leave you for weeks at a time and only send letters every now and then. Before you were pregnant he would send you letters and send for you like a dog because he missed your touch and your kind words and now…now you were standing in front of him tears streaming holding your child in your hand.

Ivar crawled forward on the bed and three his legs around to be hanging off the side. He held out his hand to you and you took it with the hand holding your back. Ivar would give you the fucking moon if he had too, to win back your trust because he didn't mean any of it. He just missed your presence, your love and your affection that he had cursed you for not so long ago. As you stepped closer to him you went in-between his legs that had fallen apart, he leant his head gently on your stomach with the side of his face and stroked your stomach with his hand.

This unexpected tenderness made you well up, you had to look up to stop yourself from sobbing because you had missed this so much it hurt. Placing a hand on his head you stroked his hair gently and Ivar closed his eyes, taking in your scent and how in love with you he really was. He was so undeserving of love in his own opinion that he pushed it away without a moment's thought toward the consequences of his harsh words.

"I'm so sorry. I will be better, I will do better, I will be better." Ivar sounded like he was crying and you snaked your hand round to be under his chin, slowly lifting it up and seeing tears in his eyes.

He looked up at you with tearful puppy dog eyes and you fell in love with him all over again. You wanted to slap him, tell him he was a cunt for talking to you that way but violence wouldn't help anything so you just stroke his cheek with your thumb as you hand held his face. Ivar put his arms around your legs and hugged you close to him before kissing your bump.

"I don't understand why you treat me the way you do, but fuck…I know you love me. You have to be better, I can't take it especially when stress can impact the baby. I just can't do it anymore." You wiped your eyes with your sleeve and went back to looking at Ivar who had started sobbing and then dropped to the floor his legs apart as he dragged himself to bend his knees. You tried to help him up but he stopped you, holding your skirts he looked up at you with wet eyes.

"I beg for your forgiveness, I beg for your love, I beg for you to be my wife. I will fucking beg and keep myself in pain for as long as is necessary because I can't loose you." Ivar let out a sob and you couldn't help but let your mouth open slightly. He had never shown such vulnerability, such willingness to change. The King was on his knees begging for you to be his. You knelt down in front of him and took his face in your hands, kissing him softly and tasting salt mixed with copper and ale. It was quite a horrific mix on your tongue but you didn't care, you needed to be close to him.

Ivar put a hand on your ass and pulled you closer to him as one of your hands went round his neck and put pressure on both sides slightly. You'd learnt pretty quickly in your sexual relationship that Ivar didn't always enjoy being in control and loved submitting. It wasn't an overtly sexual interaction more of a powerplay, he knew that you were in charge and let you do whatever you wanted. You began to kiss his neck softly as he whimpered near your ear.

"I fucking love you." He whispered to you and you choked him harder, his head rolling backwards as he moaned.

"I know you do, Angel," You licked the lobe of his ear and heard his breath shudder slightly. "If you ever talk to me like that again, I will never touch you like this ever again." You withdrew your touch from him and he nodded, you slapped him and raised your eyebrow.

"Y-yes I understand." He whispered looking up at you adoringly and you smiled.

Helping him get his knees out of the uncomfortable position and be straight out in front of him you sat on his lap and kissed his forehead "I love you." He told you and you believed him, he trusted you so deeply.

"Now come here." You gently pulled his head to lean on your chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you and started crying softly, you could tell how remorseful he felt and how much he regretted what he had done.

"I'm staying with you tomorrow." Ivar whispered against your breasts and you smiled, stroking his hair slowly.

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AN: I'm very happy to do more Ivar imagines if anyone wants any. I haven't written Vikings in like three years but still adore it xx

[lunaticsandidiots]

Imagine adrian getting a pet because Chris has eagly so he needs an animal companion too. I can see him having a Doberman or just a random vicious chihuahua lol.

-💜

a/n: ah yes, another case of Z going to reply with a couple of sentences and ending up writing a monologue. we love to see it. ur just too full of too many good ideas, 💜. idk how to type ur name… purply? hmm, ill have to brainstorm…

adrian + pets…

ADRIAN WITH A FERAL LITTLE VICIOUS LITTLE UNHINGED BEAST OF A CHIHUAHUA I CAN SEE IT NOW. he’d totally name it something insane too.

my top picks for names are

suitcase

toothpaste Larry

going to the shops

klime

special patrol group

ham

(collecting odd pet names is my favourite pastime as u can tell, ive collected a lot of good ones over the years)

he’d talk about it non-stop and everyone would be under the impression that its just the cutest, smallest little dog ever but when he’d finally introduce it, it’d be like

Adrian: guys, its finally time for you to meet Special Patrol Group!

Special Patrol Group:

Everyone:

my only thing is that i don’t think adrian would be a particularly pet inclined person? i think he’d like animals (i mean, he and eagly are basically bffs now), but i don’t think he’d be jumping at the chance to own his own pet - too busy with vigilante business

(and also i think he has the potential to get overwhelmed at looking after another living thing. he can hardly look after himself properly sometimes, let alone a small, non-verbal creature, its needs based completely on assumptions and reading their behaviour, entirely dependent on him)

however, you make an excellent point that because chris has eagly, adrian might feel more inclined to get himself a pet to try and keep up/have his own companion/sidekick.

and thus, special patrol group was adopted.

[star1117-archives]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐉.𝐘𝐇

ᥫ᭡ Pairing : Yunho X Fem!Reader

ᥫ᭡ Genre : Fluff

ᥫ᭡ W.C : 636

ᥫ᭡ Warnings : N/A

© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form

February 14th. The day that makes the loved feel loved and the lovesick feel sicker.

A little gasp left your mouth when you opened the parcel dropped off at your cafe, your hands shaking as you carefully took the pandora box and chocolates out of their confines. Quickly looking around the shop, you tried to spot anyone staring at you for a little longer than necessary. Sadly, most of your customers and employees too were staring at the box you were holding.

“Holy shit Ms. Y/N, that’s an expensive fuckin’ box!”

You swatted vaguely at the air next to Wooyoung, one of your youngest employees. He had taken over the unofficial role of your son within the business, even nicknamed ‘Prince’ by the other employees. He never seemed to get into too much trouble with you, despite his constant lateness.

“Hush your mouth boy, remember where you are.”

Another one of your employees giggled at this, making you turn around and give the boy a not-so-pleased frown.

“Don’t you start as well Yunho, I can only deal with so much…”

Glancing at Wooyoung, you looked him up and down before cutting your eyes at him, earning an ‘ow’ from the boy.

“Insolence at one time.”

Yunho’s cheeks tinted at this, the boy quickly nodding and glancing at his feet. Sighing at his reaction, you let your hand rest on his shoulder.

“Cheer up sunshine, don’t get all cloudy on me now.”

Smiling, you cupped the boy’s cheek before turning away, not seeing the blush now ravaging his ears and cheeks. You did however hear the stutter in his tone when he answered you.

“Y-Yes Ma’am!”

Chuckling softly to yourself, your attention now returned to the small box infront of you. When you pulled the top up a note fell out, soon overshadowed by the ring sitting in the middle of the plush velvet. A simple silver band, but still you had received a fucking ring.

From someone you didn’t know.

”Holy fuck! Ms. Y/N’s getting married!”

Wooyoung clasped a hand to his mouth at this, eyes practically bulging at the mere thought. You however had kept your silence, slowly picking up the card that had fluttered onto the table. The note was printed, the font small and neat as you examined the note.

”Even the fucking paper looks expensive, your fiancé must be rich rich Ms. Y/N!”

Ignoring Wooyoung’s commentary, you now read the words on the note, scoffing to yourself when you saw how the mysterious sender had signed off. A red heart, overused but still sweet.

I watch you from afar, you hold my heart,

We’re so close my love, yet so far apart.

With this ring, a promise is made for the future,

I shall have your hand, our hearts binded with an eternal suture.

Happy Valentines Day my love, enjoy your chocolates ♡

- guy john un

“What kinda name is Guy John Un? You think he’s American?”

You rolled your eyes at Yunho’s words, taking out the ring and holding it up while talking to him without facing him.

“It’s more likely a nickname, or something to figure out.”

You heard as soft ‘ah’ leave the boy, turning around and watching him go with a chuckle. He was so painfully obvious.

“This ‘John Un’ must not know about my favourite pastime in high school.”

Placing the ring back in the box and turning the card over, you wrote out the letters in all caps, studying them for a second before rearranging them easily. Just as you had expected, they spelled out a familiar name.

“Yunho my love, I was state champion of brain puzzles, I loved little games that challenged the mind.”

G U Y J O H N U N

J U N G Y U N H O

“Especially anagrams.”

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[lvlyhao]

『wayv’s ideal type』

headcanons, WayV

A/N: i love yangyang. send tweet.

today’s theme is... um... none. no braincells for an aesthetic

ALL OF MY WORKS ARE GENDER NEUTRAL AAAA

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡)...?

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: i think like 2 swear words and as usual, my tough love for the neos. don’t be offended.

word count: 1.6K

pairing: wayv members x reader (includes kun, ten, winwin, lucas, hendery, xiaojun, yangyang)

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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Kun

Kun, similarly to Taeil, would most likely fall for someone very mature and responsible. My dude is already the father of 7 children (I'm counting Chenle); the last thing he needs is one more. 

Very closely related to that is what I think would be another of his priorities: whoever they are and however they are, they've got to get along with the rest of WayV—but it's even better if NCT as a whole likes them. As much as he'd love his s/o, I can't say that if it ever came down to choosing them or his members, he'd pick his partner. The guys are his family and a BIG part of his work, which takes over most of his life, so there's really no escaping it. Befriend the boys or bye-bye.

Once the boys approve of his crush, I think his interest would grow if they've got many pastimes or hobbies. I mean, c'mon, Kun can fly a plane on the same day as he sings his lungs out on Inkigayo and then goes home to cook some fancy-ass dinner. He doesn't need them to be on his level, though. Small, silly passions are the ones the loves the most. He'd listen to them talk about ANYTHING for like 3 hours straight, even if it's why their favourite type of constrictors are pythons. No, that is totally not about me. Shut up.

Ten

Y'all remember that one WayV live where a fan asks for dating advice? Yes, I'm taking a lot from it. If you've seen it, it's not hard to come to the conclusion that Ten likes honest and straightforward people. He values himself way too much to lose his time with someone who's playing games, making him chase them and things of the sort. It's simple, really. If you like him, great, he'll give you the stars if you ask, but if not, great too, he'll live.

I can see that either he'd get with a person as extra as him or someone on Jaehyun's level of unbothered. Not many options here. You either become his partner in crime and bring hell on Earth with him, or you accept it well. Just don't be judgy or ask him to tone it down. That's the way he is, so why should he, you know?

Speaking of that, AUTHENTICITY, FOLKS. Being authentic is a big deal here. Ten is very true to himself and is always encouraging us to be, as well. Anyone he even considers dating will be nothing short of unique and unapologetically so. Being confident is just so attractive for him, I can't even—and yes, even if they're a bit strange. His partner might be a weirdo, but they're HIS weirdo, and he'll fight anyone that disagrees.

Winwin

I think while other members might fall for someone as bright as the Sun, he'd love a person as calming as the Moon. You know that aesthetic? The gentleness, introspectiveness, wisdom, the tranquillity... yeah, fam. That's it for my boy Winwin.

Allow me to elaborate: all of those traits would make him very comfortable with the thought of being in a relationship. I can see Sicheng as having some trust issues, aside from not being very touchy or loud when it comes to affection. Having that peaceful aura would really help him grow closer to his partner because he knows they'll be patient with him and respect his boundaries.

He wouldn't mind if they're more on the talkative side, but he needs a person that can appreciate silence too. Something I see a lot for him is having loud thoughts that are hard to get rid of. Dating him would mean having nights when he's tired out of his mind and just doesn't have the strength to talk. His partner will have to understand that and stay by his side until his inner world is a bit less chaotic, just holding his hand and letting him take his time. I think allowing him to have his space and peace in the relationship is how he feels loved the most. 

Lucas

Yukhei would not mind one bit having a more childish, carefree partner. He's a big baby, c'mon, being around another baby would probably make him the happiest. I also think he meant it when he said he doesn't care about age (that one V-Live from years ago). Younger than him, older than him, my boy doesn't give a fuck. He really just wants someone to be silly with and smile a lot.

Having said that, I really can't see anything pushing him away from getting to know someone. Lucas is very lighthearted and loves people, so I think he'd have his fun getting to know anyone—and tbh, he would be hooked if they're a bit mysterious too. His interest would probably get the best of him, and he wouldn't stop whining about it to the other boys until he learns something about them. Very random, yes, but I can 100% see him complaining to WayV during dinner, LMAO.

One thing he wouldn't enjoy too much? A partner that can't take compliments or doesn't like being spoiled. Yukhei's affection is LOUD, and he really thrives off praise, cute pet names and giving gifts. He'd most likely be heartbroken if he finds out they don't like any of it, almost like they're shutting down his love itself.

Xiaojun

Ah, my dear Dejun. The middle child of WayV. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, just look up "Xiaojun's middle child problems" on YouTube and go from there.  If you don't feel like it, lemme break it down to you: he's an angel, but the boys mostly accuse him of everything and anything and will throw him under the bus for fun. It's very entertaining. At this point, my boy doesn't have a fight or flight response; more like fight or fight (shhhh, I'll get into the headcanon now).

I think since he's used to being so defensive around his members, he'd appreciate a person that makes him feel both understood and safe. They'd share similar tastes (mint-choco ice cream, cough cough) and interests, but they'd most likely have a fiercer presence than him. Kind of intimidating, tbh. Very nice. I can definitely see that his partner wouldn't let WayV's chaos get to them and would, undoubtedly, be as much of a savage as the boys are.

He'd probably like it if they (playfully) fight his members and defend him from whatever-the-fuck they're blaming him for atm, so, yes, a bit protective. I think Dejun would simply find it cute and admirable, you know, their braveness. Would 10/10 brag about it when they're alone.

Hendery

Kunhang is the ultimate crackhead, but a sweet one at that. Being a Libra (yes, I'm going there), I think he can actually be very sentimental around the people he trusts the most and needs to feel like he belongs. That leads me to point 1: his partner would also be a crackhead. That's REALLY not up for debate. Kunhang wouldn't even think about dating someone that's not as much of a weirdo as he is. 

Point 2: he probably wouldn't like to be with a person that's too vain or superficial, whether that goes towards others or themselves. He's said before he hopes the fans can see him as more than a pretty face, and I can imagine that goes for his s/o too. He'd simply not feel connected to someone who's always dolled up or dressed to impress. Would definitely prefer a more casual style and personality.

I guess point 3 is kinda random, but it makes sense to me, so here we go. Kunhang would really like someone who's just in love with human nature. For him, it's the tiniest things: the way they laugh, how they drink their tea, which side of the bed they'd prefer... it all adds up to a person, and I think he'd feel over the Moon to be with someone who sees the same things as him. Comment on a small habit of his he thinks no one else would notice, and I swear he's yours.

Yangyang

He is a spoiled brat, and I say that with all the love in the world. We've all heard WayV say how he basically tries to exploit them (mainly Hyung-line) at every opportunity he gets, which makes me think Yangyang might be a bit lazy, yes, but also that he'd do great with someone whose love language is acts of service.

Now, I'm not saying he'd tyrannize them or anything of the sort, but things would work very well if that is how his partner expresses their love. They wouldn't mind fetching him a drink, cooking something—or ordering out, if they can't... you know, stuff like that. It would make him feel very validated and cared for. I see that, for him, that's the ultimate type of devotion.

The last thing I can imagine he'd consider is whether they can take his teasing and antics or not. Yangyang's affection is really not shown through super heartfelt, sugar-coated moments; quite the opposite, actually. If he feels happy around someone, his way of showing it is that playful banter, insults and teasing, you know? He really wouldn't know what to do if the person takes everything he says to heart, like—Yangyang.exe has stopped working. So, yeah. A thick skin and elastic heart are a great combo for my boy.

Bonus: he'd lowkey cry if they get super hyped with his work as an artist. PLEASE praise his dancing, rapping, visuals and all. I don't think many people do, and even if he denies it, the compliments make him all fuzzy inside. #appreciateyangyang2021, he's underrated af.

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final notes: head empty, no thoughts, just 90′s love yangyang

[chilling-seavey]

Amoureux (c.s./d.s.) - Chapter Four

A/N Daniel is such a different type of character in this book then my other ones and I’m kind of living for it 

The next morning at breakfast, Louisa met the youngest of the British Royal Family; twelve-year-old Anna. She had a mysterious aura to her that Louisa couldn’t quite place, a smile that much resembled Louisa’s own younger sibling when it came to getting what he wanted. It seemed Anna was no different. Even still, she was still a polite young girl and carried herself well for being so young.

The seating arrangements were explained that same morning, a strict rule that Louisa didn’t quite understand but it was expected in the British Royal Family apparently. She would sit across from Christian at every meal, not beside him, with the King on her left and Daniel on her right. Apparently being seating across from your spouse or partner was expected. It was a strange order but it wasn’t Louisa’s to critique so she followed silently, sharing Daniel’s polite smile as she sat beside him at breakfast.

Conversation progressed smoothly, complimenting the couple on their impressive dancing from the night before, how they seemed so perfect together. Christian’s grin didn’t go unnoticed by Louisa who easily returned it through a bite of her breakfast.

“Of course, the gala would have gone much smoother without someone sneaking in to take away some desserts.” The Queen directed at her middle child.

“No fair! Daniel got to see the gala?” Anna whined, looking between her mother and her brother who was across the table.

“He was supposed to be in his room like you were.” The Queen told her daughter. “Important galas, such as this one, was no place for children.”

“I’m not a child, Mother.” Daniel frowned. 

“Until you are of age like your brother, you are a child.” The King said.

“Louisa is my same age and she was able to attend.” Daniel retorted.

“Louisa is the one getting married. She is of age for a woman. When you get married, you will have your own gala.” The King said sternly, “Now please stop arguing with us, Daniel. You are making yourself look more like a child.”

Daniel scoffed with annoyance under his breath and Louisa caught his eyeroll as he took a bit of his breakfast, making her smirk to herself.

When breakfast was finished, Christian and Louisa headed out for a walk around the palace grounds to get to know each other better and so Louisa could familiarize herself with the area. It was a sunny day so Louisa had her lace parasol resting on her shoulder to shade her from the sun, her other arm tucked around Christian’s.

On their slow-paced journey around the palace grounds, they shared a few basic pieces of information about themselves and Louisa learned that Christian had turned twenty in March and was the heir to the throne only because their family’s first born son had died from typhus as a toddler only three months before Christian was born. He was born into his own destiny to mourning parents. Even still, he was more than thrilled to be able to call himself the future King of England and yet he was most humble about it.

Soon the conversation continued, and Louisa shared some of her favourite pastimes, how she liked to dance.

“Dancing is a sort of gateway to the soul.” she said, “You can tell a lot about someone by the way they dance.”

“So, you must be no less than absolute perfection.” Christian said casually.

“What a charmer.” Louisa blushed.

“I don’t mind dancing, however I am more of a reader myself.”

“A reader?”

“Yes. Literature and poetry mostly. I have a whole section of our library where I can display and store my collections.”

“That sounds peaceful.”

“Truly. Sometimes I come out to the garden to read by the pond.”

“You must take me to your secret spots one day.”

“Of course, I will.” Christian smiled over at her. “We have all the time in the world.”

Louisa slowed to a stop, keeping her arm in his to get him to stop beside her and she leaned up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. Christian bit back a grin, his dimples appearing as he started to lean in towards her. They were mere centimetres apart before something bounced off Christian’s head.

He stood back quickly, brushing whatever it was out of his hair and looked around, “What the-”

“You were getting a little close there, don’t you think, brother?”

Louisa and Christian looked above them to find Daniel perched on a branch of the large tree they were standing under. His legs swung playfully over the side and he smiled innocently at them. Louisa giggled lightly.

“Daniel, what are you doing?” Christian asked sharply.

“Amusing myself.” Daniel dropped another acorn on his older brother’s head.

“Stop that!” Christian snapped. “It would be greatly appreciated if you went back inside and minded your own business.”

“What would be fun about sitting inside on such a nice day?” Daniel jumped down from the tree, landing heavily on the grass between them. “And, instead, spending time with my favourite brother and the French Princess?”

He sent a small smile towards Louisa and she returned it, twirling her parasol over her shoulder as she looked between Christian’s annoyed scowl and Daniel’s innocent grin.

“Daniel, I swear, if you don’t go inside right now I will-”

“You will do what exactly, Christian?” Daniel asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Christian glanced from his brother over to Louisa’s straight-faced expression, waiting to hear what he was going to say for herself as well. He didn’t want to look like a bossy older brother in front of this young woman he was so easily falling for so he simply sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger before throwing his hands up.

“Fine. You can join us.”

“Splendid!” Daniel beamed, situating himself between the couple and linked his arms through both of theirs. “What are we discussing this fine morning?”

“How annoying you are.” Christian muttered to himself.

“Literature.” Louisa corrected lightly.

“Ah, oui, my brother’s terribly bland pastime.” Daniel sighed.

“There is nothing bland about being educated.” Christian retorted. “Although that is something you do not know about.”

“On the contrary, dear brother.” Daniel said dramatically, pulling both Louisa and Christian close to him by the arms that were still linked with his. “Music builds both knowledge and creativity. Something you know nearly nothing about.”

“I do indeed.” Christian retorted.

“No, no. You can’t even carry a note yet alone play any instrument put in your hands. The only instrument you play is the book and that is completely and utterly lame.” Daniel declared.

“I think books are marvelous.” Louisa spoke up.

Daniel stopped suddenly, making the two of them stop as well, his arms still linked with theirs, and he looked at her, “I must say, that is terribly disappointing.”

“I am awfully regretful that you are disappointed.” Louisa chuckled at Daniel’s wink.

“Good thing she’s not marrying you.” Christian grumbled, smacking his brother upside the head.

“That is terribly rude of you!” Daniel gaped, pressing a hand to the back of his head as if he had been shot as he turned quickly to face his brother. “I could have fallen and seriously injured myself.”

“Oh, Lord in Heaven, Daniel.” Christian rolled his eyes, quickly swiping his spot beside Louisa again and the couple started to walk past him. “Save your dramatics for your childish plays with Anna.”

“I thought you liked plays and poetry, Mister Keats?” Daniel argued teasingly.

“I like the silence much better.” Christian called over his shoulder as he and Louisa walked away from him. Louisa laughed into her gloved hand as Daniel’s dramatic monologue could be heard his whole way back towards the palace.

[merlinthoughts]

Season 1 Episode 4 - The Poisoned Chalice

- god fucking dammit here we go again, i'm bloody done with my life and do not, at all, want to see merlin die bc i don't remember anything except that, yeah, he dies and someone has to get off their ass and save the motherfucking day and kiss him

- i realise how much i swear in these posts bc 1. when do i not? 2. i'm emotionally invested 3. i have no other excuse i just like swearing

- AAAND NIMUEHS IN CAMELOT SHE THINKS SHE'S SO SLY WITH HER HEAD THING

- id recognise her in a split second tbfh, she aint subtle

- *heterosexual tension*

- merlins skin be looking so smooth this episode, this boy be wearing lots of Dove

- he looked so excited to be in the banquet, then arthur just fucking slashes him with “not quite” and his hopes and dreams are destroyed

- “wanna see what you’ll be wearing tonight?” arthur says as he's behind the fucking changing curtains, about to get undressed and show merlin his birthday suit

- i honest to god thought that was where he was going, but no, he was just getting something from behind it

- “tonight you’ll be wearing the official ceremonial robes of the servants of camelot” IT'S A FUCKING DRESS ISN'T IT

- aw damn id have preferred a dress

- that smile shared between them was the most adorable scene

- god

- i

- fucking

- love

- their

- smiles 

- sm

- best thing ive ever seen

- i mean… hunty look at that piece of glistening butter beauty

- wow ok back to the episode:

- bros being bros and giving each other a handshake to destroy the mortal enemy pack and put together a family, we stan.

- as if a servant who has only had eye sex with another servant ONCE would trust them enough to say that one of the chalices were poisoned. like??? “ur the only one i could tell” LMAO NO?

- she's a sly fucking dog tfbh

- “if he kills arthur, uthers soul will be broken and camelot will fall” at this rate uther prob wouldn't care if his son dies or not, look at him, he's already mentally broken. he has anxiety and paranoia over magic. child services where u at in the medieval ages?

- i wouldn't believe a word she said, or well, id have believed it was poisoned but id say yeah no damn way you aren't in on it if you know which one it is. bayard wouldn't tell a fucking servant.

- HE'S GONNA SNAP ISN'T HE

- MERLIN FUCKING SNAPPED

- yknow what we say here folks? U DO U MERLIN

- okay i was fine if uther made bayard drink it but like the moment uther said “mmmh… no.” and slowly turned to merlin i think my arteries just crunched together and died so

- “if it is poisoned, he’ll die” HE'S FUCKING SCARED MERLIN WILL PASS AWAY ISN'T HE?

- “it's fine” he says, then starts to fucking choke

- ah fuck he's down

- my boy is down

- FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WITH A CHAINSAW

- ARTHUR CROUCHES NEXT TO HIM LIKE “BB NO”

- lmfao bayard looks so shocked, his face is in disbelief and confusion, he's like who tf done me bad

- arthurs carrying merlin fireman style this is what i live for folks

- did like nobody notice the flower stuck on the inside of the cup? like honestly if you take a sip you’d kinda spot it or perhaps even the person pouring the drinks would have been “is this chamomile tea? no? then what the fuckery-doo is this leaf in here for?” yknow. it's like that scene in Matilda when the angry buff lady completely missed a fucking salamander in her cup when it was the size of her bloody hand. it brings out the same mood honestly

- does gaius have an index for these books or does he just have every page memorised and know exactly what page to go bc I FUCKING NEED THAT it would make bio so much easier if i knew what page it was on instead of looking back and forth from the homework sheet to my textbook, then closing it by accident and having to find the index again for that specific page i need

- arthur wants to fucking go on a life-or-death journey to save merlin i've never been so happy

- this is honestly my favourite episode, like it may be really fucking angsty but i love it so much

- arthur betrays his dad and leaves his room even after being told not to just so he can save a servants life is literally my new moto

- NO IT WON'T LOAD MY NETFLIX IS STUCK ON 99%

- okay so while i'm waiting for my shit to load, i just discovered the new fucking tumblr rule starting dec 17 and i'm like 0.2 inches away from just spamming NSFW pics on here just for laughs

- like hunty, that won't stop people from posting elsewhere or for thinking about sex bc like??? whatchu gonna do tumblr?? get the fbi to erase it from our minds

- i think nOT thot

- watch me get flagged for just using the fucking term “NSFW”

- i'm gonna end up asterisking everything (is asterisking a word? wow it has red under it so like probably not but i just added it to my dictionary so uhh it is now)

- by asterisking i dont mean furry kin shit ew no

- i mean like N*FW, s*x, t*mblr, m*rthur

- god it took me like 20 minutes to calibrate my fucking wifi and fix the connection problem

- wow the stage for the poison increased by 75% in 30 mins, damn

- merlins like like having a conniption on his bed lmao, chanting arthurs name and sweating lot

- do we ever find out how uther gets that scar bc i'm like 100% positive arthur was a little child and swayed his fucking sword too hard just as uther rounded the corner. the sword then collided into his fucking brain and destroyed a good part of his intelligence, targeting especially his morals on how to accept people and how to be a good father

- that’s my theory

- merlin starts talking enchantments in his sleep while gwens watching, and gaius is just there like wtf merlin ur blowing ur cover “oh! gwen!! uhhh sorry. he’s just... in a latin study group in his pastime and has an oral presentation in minutes”

- omg, nimueh, stfu

- i didn't know dinosaurs existed back then, this reptile be whack

- y’know what's funny? ppl thinking dinosaurs didn’t exist. i find creationism very very very intriguing bc how fucking stupid could you be

- that sword throw was faker than my moms tits

- arthur could have done better

- k but like what if merlin’s hand wasn’t under the covers? like he was just throwing that blue ball around right in front of gwen

- can arthur like not hear her? nimuehs literally enchanting the rocks right behind his ear lobes and arthur acts nothing of it until those said rocks collapse and he gasps and suddenly he realises shes evil

- also his fucking hair in this scene looks glorious. perhaps bc it's pushed back rather than his bowl cut, but its doing things to my abdomen

- i thought for a second she was pulling off her mask to say “nimueh” and arthur was gasping bc he only recognised her after her hair was shown, just like in that scene with joker and harvey in the hospital

- OH RIGHT THE SPIDERS I LIKE COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THOSE SONS OF A GUNS

- i’d be dead if those spiders came crawling up to eat me lmfao

- k so nimueh went from :) to >:D in half a second

- i'm smelling up those symbolisms, boys

- watch out pals cause here are some of them:

- merlin is the LIGHT of arthur’s life

- he LIGHTS up the party

- he gives arthur a BRIGHTER future

- he's the GUIDE for his path

- hahhahahaha

- i'm serious when i say i have a huge fear of insects (spiders count in that too, no discrimination) so i'm just putting that there, saying to yall id be fucking terrified

- gaius would be so confused, like we don't see his face here but merlins close-up sweaty concentrated frown, but he’s literally just screaming “ARTHUR!!” “FASTERRR!!” “YESS!!” “CLIMB!!!” gaius would be looking like he walked into something he wasn't supposed to. prob thinking he should just let the kid die so he doesn’t have to deal with this shit anymore

- UTHER LOCKED HIS SON AWAY I'M FUCKING QUESTIONING HIS PARENTING SKILLS

- that's grounding???? throwing ur child in prison???

- yes 999 can i have child services on his ass

- gwens so smart honestly i love her

- pretending to be a maiden for the food, god what a queen

- arthur buying it and saying “yuck you say this is food?! disgustang!”

- the fact that i misspelled disgusting but it autocorrected to disgustang (which is originally what i wanted but autocorrect shouldn’t have known) makes me consider if i should really check my dictionary…. who knows what words are on there

- they’re so smart

- and then this fucker ruins it all while eating his food, checking her out and saying yeah arthurs a prick, hyuck hyuck, realising only that wait fuck u aint the maiden

- how’d they know GWEN was the one not supposed to have delivered the food, what if it was that chick right there???

- welll….. maybe it's because gwen took her sweet time up those steps, staring as if she couldn’t blink at the guards below

- i forget what happens at the end of this episode besides the kiss, and there's like 9 minutes left my fingers may rot at this point

- wake him up! wake him up!

- OH WAIT HE DOESN'T FUCKING WAKE UP DOES HE AND EVERYONE PANICS

- YEAH OKAY I'M SEEING THAT NOW

- MERLIN STOPPED BREATHING

- LMAO GWEN IS IN TEARS

- “HE'S DEAD” SHE SAYS

- ARTHUR BB COME IN HERE TO KISS UR HUBBY ALIVE

- OH WAIT UR IN FUCKING PRISON

- WAIT UP, HE'S ALIVE AND SHE KISSES HIM AFTERWARDS????

- FUCK ME I THOUGHT FOR THE WHOLE EPISODE THE KISS HAPPENED BC HE COULDN'T WAKE UP THAT'S FUCKING WITH ME I DIDN'T KNOW

- i keep forgetting to switch up the cap locks, sorry if it seems im screaming im legit using my inside voice for most of the time just emphasizing my words a little more

- goddamn, everytime they say mercia i just think of “murica”, like those americans on the 7th of july or whatever date the “we love our country” day is, chanting it as they throw around beers and fireworks as people gather round in jerseys or crop tops

- it's not that hard to spot the european on here

- the most celebrated holiday here which contains a lot of beers and big pub gatherings (besides every fucking night honestly) is either new years, lowkey stereotypically correct saint patricks, and ig easter monday but that's more for the kiddos

- i mean ofc christmas and all that shit but im not the most devoted christian, i just like presents and small gatherings among good friends

- wow okay it wasn't the 7th of july

- i mean at first i looked up “USA day” (i couldn’t remember the name) and it popped up today’s date, and i was like no thats not it at all. dec?? its in like july i think. and i was close! it was july 4th.

- uther damn knows it's nimueh!!!

- i mean, he just overheard morgana and arthur talk about it, and initiated himself into a convo about it once morgana left, as his sneaky ass just slithered up like “hey man, u know that woman? yeah uhh, what she say? anything about me? no? k i know who it is tho”

- i thought he was going to apologize or like explain to arthur what's the sitch, but he just waits for five whole seconds before saying. “those who practice magic know only evil. they despise and seek to destroy goodness wherever they find it.”

- arthur, confused: sounds as if you know her

- uther, walking away: i do

- arthur:

- wow k lots of fucking quotes here cause it's the merthur reunion

- get ready babs

- arthur: still alive then?

- merlin: oh yes, just about… i understand i have you to thank for that

- arthur, leaning on the chair merlin is sitting in, stifling a smile: ah it's nothing, a half-decent servant is hard to come by. i was only dropping by to make sure you’re alright… i.... expect you to be back to work tomorrow

- merlin, watching arthur as he slightly walks away having embarrassed himself: arthur... thank you

- arthur, slowly: you too

- they stare for like 5 whole seconds

- arthur, uncomfortable: well… get some rest

- there we go folks: my eulogy.

- hope someone reads it at my funeral

[aligalloo]

A Day at the Pitch

Pairing: Vikkstar123 x reader (established) Word count: 1,279 Warnings: Couple of swears Requested: Yes! Requests: Open (see below for who you can request)

Y/N: Your name

Vikk and I have been dating for about a year now, and I couldn’t be happier.  He was everything I could ask for in a guy, and he came with six amazing sidekicks who always treat me with the utmost respect.  Wait, hang on... Only one part of that is true, sorry.  You’ll soon see why.  

One morning, I am abruptly woken from my slumber when Simon barges into Vikk’s room.

“Rise and shine sleepyheads! Today’s the day we bring back the crossbar challenge!”

I throw a pillow at him.  “Go away you monster” I roll my eyes and pick up my phone to look at the time... “Holy SHIT, it’s 7 am! Are you fucking insane? How are you so cheerful?”

Simon just laughs, “Wake your boy toy up and meet us downstairs in an hour, we leave at 8.”

I give him the finger as he leaves the room and flop back into bed, crawling into my boyfriend’s arms again.  He stirs and slowly opens his eyes, “Good morning Y/N,” he says softly, in his completely adorable husky morning voice.  

I peck him on the lips gently, “Simon wants us downstairs and ready to go in an hour.”

“I know,” he smiles, “I was awake, I just didn’t want to deal with a cheerful Simon at 7 am.”

“You prick!” I exclaim, laughing and smacking him lightly on the nose. “It’s a distressing experience, how could you leave me alone?”

Vikk rolls out of bed and heads to the bathroom, “You know you love me, Y/N,” he calls out through the door.  

“Do I though?” I mutter ominously under my breath, but secretly I am grinning to myself.

We make it downstairs at 7:55 and head to the kitchen, where Josh, JJ, Simon and Ethan are waiting. “Good morning Y/N, Vikk.  How did you sleep?” Simon asks innocently.

“Very well, thanks, at least until you came and rudely interrupted!” The annoyance in my voice is audible, but Simon doesn’t take the hint.

“Did you have a busy night you two?  I wondered what the noises I could hear were...”

“Oi! Give it a break Simon,” Josh tells him sternly.  “It’s far too early for any of us, you’re not alone,” he says, smiling at us.

“Thank god for that then,” I sigh, grabbing some cereal and inhaling it. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” JJ replies, “Harry and Tobi are meeting us at the pitch.”

“Is everyone ready?” Josh asks.  A chorus of affirmations is heard as we all trudge out and get in the cars that we’re taking.

I’m squished between Vikk and Simon in the back of one of the cars.  This is unfortunate, as it is one of Simon’s favourite pastimes to annoy the crap out of me.  I huddle up to Vikk as he pokes me in the side.

“For God’s sake, Simon, leave her alone,” Josh says, exasperated.  

“Yes Dad,” Simon grins mischievously, but keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the journey.

“Thank goodness, we made it without any deaths,” Vikk sighs, getting out of the car and grabbing my hand to help me out.

The boys head out to the pitch to get the cameras set up for the videos.  I look at my phone and groan, as it’s still not even 9 am.  “Why am I here?” I think to myself as I sit in the front seat of the car and scroll through Twitter.  I hear two more cars pull up, and see Tobi hop out of one, while Harry and his girlfriend Katie emerge from the other.

“Oh my god!” I yell, running over to her, “It’s been too long.”

“Hi Y/N,” Katie laughs, pulling me in for a hug. “I’m so glad to see you, I thought I was going to be all alone today with all the testosterone.”

Giggling, we head out to the pitch, following Tobi and Harry, who both have their camera equipment with them.  I’m desperate to catch up on all her gossip, as she is with me.  When we reach the boys, I go over to Vikk and whisper in his ear, “Good luck, you’ll be great.”

“What do I get if I do well?” He asks, smiling cheekily at me.

I wink at him as I walk back towards Katie, “You’ll just have to wait and see!”

I sit with Katie through what seems like only a few minutes of filming.  We cheer for our boys and boo when the others do something better.  After they finish filming the first video, Vikk comes over and flops down on the grass beside me.  Katie has gone to congratulate Harry, so we’re alone for the moment.

“Well that was shit,” Vikk sighs, looking up at me.  I lean down, for what I was intending to be a quick kiss.  He ignores my efforts to get away, and pulls me down onto him, deepening the kiss.  The boys let out a few wolf whistles and I flip them off, sitting up from my position on top of Vikk and struggling to regain my breath.

“Gross, you’re all sweaty,” I murmur to him, running my fingers through his hair

“Yeah, I know,” He replies, sitting up and moving next to me.  “I wish I’d done better in that round though, it kind of gets old when they constantly make fun of me.”

“You did fine,” I say comfortingly, “And besides, you’ve got at least two more videos to prove yourself.”

“Yep!” He says, perking up slightly.  “Anyway, I should get back out there or we’ll be hear all day.”

He stands up and I follow him towards the others.  “Good job everyone, keep it up!”

They film a few more videos, with Vikk getting progressively better.  Each time they take a break, I go over to him and offer words of encouragement.  These seem to help, and by the end of the day, he’s much happier than he had been in the morning.  Soon enough, the boys wrap up their filming, and we decide to go and grab some food.  We end up at Nandos, but everyone’s exhausted so we just get takeaways and head back to the Sidemen house.  

After eating, and all the usual banter it entails (read: Simon annoying the crap out of everyone and Josh getting fake-pissed at him), the non-residents of the house get up to leave.  

“See you soon, yeah?” I tell Katie as we hug goodbye, “I don’t want to not see you for three months again.”

“Oh my, yes.  I’ll text you later.” She replies, giving me an extra squeeze.

The rest of the goodbyes are exchanged, and the three exhausted boys and one well-rested girl head home to their respective houses.  Simon and JJ decide to play some Fifa, while Josh heads upstairs to call Freya.

“What do you want to do now?” I ask Vikk, as he leads me slowly up the stairs after Josh.

“Didn’t you promise me a reward if I did well in the games today?” He winks at me as we reach his bedroom door.

“Yesss,” I reply slowly, walking over to the bed. “Why, what do you have in mind?”

I hear the door click shut and the next thing I know, Vikk has pushed me onto the bed and is lying on top of me with his hands wandering south.

“Ah, I may have a few ideas,” He smirks.

I grin, and reach up to pull his head down to mine, “You better make it worth my while,” I whisper in his ear, making him shiver.

Needless to say, it is a very enjoyable evening for all involved.

-fin-

I am taking requests for: Sidemen, sidemen of the sidemen, WillNE, Buttercream Boys, Dan and/or Phil

[arsuf]

I was tagged by @kenvays, thank you!! 

I tag: @nathanbrake, @nonewingedangel, @alilstair, @poisonivyys, @piratekingvaas, @sunlitdaisys, @neverlous, @ronamov, @lk1a1-4510

How tall are you? 5′9′‘ What colour are your eyes? Green-ish (Khaki mixed with gray) Do you wear contacts and/or glasses? Yes to both Do you wear braces? No What is your fashion style? I don’t think I have a specific style, I just wear what I like, it can vary from cute dresses to leather jackets When were you born? October 25th, 1994 How old are you? 23 Do you have any siblings? No What school/college do you go to? N/A What kind of student are you? I can’t answer ‘are’ but I was an average student What are your favourite subjects? In school my favourite were English and IT What are your favourite movies? The Bone Collector, Iron Man movies, The Italian Job, Se7en, Zootopia, Arrival, The Mummy, Indiana Jones, etc. I also have a couple of guilty pleasures, such as a romcom called Leap Year and... National Treasure haha. Oh, also Home Alone of course! What are your favourite pastimes? Playing video games, watching AH let’s plays, drawing, working on new songs, sometimes baking and even tidying my place Do you have any regrets? Yeah What is your dream job? Video editor/graphic or creative designer at a video game company, or working at Roosterteeth Would you like to get married? Maybe Do you want kids? How many? No How many countries have you visited? 21 so far What was your scariest dream? I had a few weird ones in my lifetime but can’t say any of them were that scary... Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other? No Put your playlist on shuffle and without skipping list the first 15 songs:

AJR - Turning Out

Cape Cub - Keep Me In Mind

Shallou - You And Me

Kygo - This Town

Ryder - Nirvana

Amber Run - Hurricane

Amber Run - 5AM

Peter Manos - In My Head

Brandyn Burnette - Nothing At All

Sasha Sloan - Ready Yet

Emmit Fenn - Oceans

KYKO - Animals

Taska Black - Nothing Lasts

Loote - Out Of My Head

Hozier - Arsonists Lullabye 

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Another tag thing!

Tagged by @piierogis

1. How tall are you? 165 cm

2. What colour and style is your hair? Brown and ponytail tbh I dont even like how I look with it but its practical so

3. What colour are your eyes? green

4. Do you wear glasses? yea

5. Do you wear braces? nah

6. What is your fashion sense? first comfy thing tbh. Rarely jeans or anything tight because I actually hate how they feel? Necessary t-shirt. Every once in a while I actually pay attention to how I dress and pick something pretty.. Like the Very Slavic(tm) t-shirts and those green pants? Also I like hodies. Hoodies are good but I only have a few and tbh? I’d love a nice gray cloak a la Dúnedain

7. Do you have any siblings? yes

8. What kinda student were/are you? In primary school I was the smart kid who can still be ontop despite minimal effort, reads novels or draws in class and gets quite annoying when I’m bored? And then I became the asocial(tm) who hardly ever talks to anyone, still does p well grade-wise despite minimal effort, easily stressed and still has no control over the volume of own voice so what’s the point of saying anything if I’ll just be ignored or asked to say it louder until I ragequit

9. What is your favourite subject? History and philosophy

10. Favourite TV shows? atm it’s just DB Super

11. Favourite books? Everything Tolkien, the CoAD series (Michelle Paver), Pod svobodnim soncem (Fran Saleški Finžgar), Črtice (Ivan Cankar), the whole Anne of Green Gables series (Lucy Maud Montgomery), The Wind on Fire trilogy (William Nicholson), Brothers Lionheart, Ronja the Robber’s Daughter (Astrid Lindgren), Družba Pere Kvržice, Dobra oluja (Mato Lovrak), etc.

honorary mention to the animal realism stories, ie. White Fang, Call of the Wild (Jack London), Kazan the Wolf-Dog, Baree Son of Kazan, The Grizzly King (James Oliver Curwood), The Wolf of Winnipeg and Other Stories (Ernest Thompson Seton), etc.

another honorary mention to Žitje Cirila & Metoda which were so inspiring tbh??

12. Favourite pastime? reading, walking the dogs, being unproductive on the internet

13. Any regrets? yeah

14. What is your dream job? translator?

15. Do you want to get married? yes

16. Do you want kids? How many? YES, many.. ok maybe not TOO many

17. How many countries have you visited? about 15

18. What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? idk? But there’s two that come to mind, from a loong time ago, one was when I was like 5 and was running down our yard chased by wolves and then I fell and the wolves stopped and made a circle around me and then I woke up, it was rlly scary then bu now its just interesting? Like I’d love to know how it was meant to end Another was when I was about 12 maybe idk, like 2 weeks into the summer break and I dreamt I was in school again? Nothing happened except the teacher saying “well, we’re here again” (ie. the summer break is over) and it kinda freaked me out

oh yeah there was also a repetitive one when I was younger where me and classmates were being chased off my family’s land by some old man and everytime I dreamt this we hid in a different place but he kept finding us until we hid in some tall glass tower whose top room was wooden said dream predicted future in some ways, ie. the little black dog and the garden house which were present in my dream but we didn’t have either at the time, and the garden house we actually have is painted white, but besides that-

19. Do you have any enemies? I hope not

20. Do you have a datemate? No