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emilija04acer · 8 months ago

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Lackadaisy fanfics list <3

Recomendation>>>

Characters: Viktor, Mordecai, Nico, Seraphine

Lackadaisy Five by GreyRose24

Viktor Vasko’s first impression of Mordecai Heller is that Atlas has hired a scrawny kid to be his new partner. His second impression is that Atlas has hired a very irritating scrawny kid with something missing in either his head or his heart. Alternate title: five times Mordecai let the mask slip in front of Viktor and one time he didn't

Words:27,291

This is one of my favorites. I found it when I was searching for fics that had some focus on Mordechai's Jewish background. I like how the author depicted their relationship (not because it isn't romantic), they show genuine care for one another and I want to read more.

(If you like the ship see number 3)

This is the first part in a series of 5 works, I'd recommend this series.

2. Lackadaisy Communion by GreyRose24

The Savoy siblings’ first impression of Mordecai Heller was that Asa Sweet had handed them off to a rude bookkeeper to be their new leader. Their second impression was that the boss really needed to watch his back because their new colleague clearly had his own agenda in mind. Alternate title: four times the Savoys messed with Mordecai to get to know him better and one time they didn't. [Fluffy side story, fits around Lackadaisy Diable & Triad]

Words: 25,720

The final installment of this series was mentioned earlier. Even without reading the entire series, I found it possible to understand everything. I love fluff so this is the jam.

3. What Is This Feeling? by FOxFIRe_27

4 times Mordecai had some…confusing feelings about Viktor + one time it finally clicked.

Words:12,781

Actually wanted the 2 to be happy so it's a bit out of character, but it's sweet!

4. Frozen Hearts by meticulous-metzger (EdgeHedgeShads)

In an attempt to raise Viktor for a job without freezing his tail off, Mordecai decides to drive in the thick winter snow, only to have an accident. Irritated his young triggerman continues to be reckless, Atlas orders him out of the speakeasy and into Viktor's apartment to recover, leading to some awkward conversations, situations and a whole lot of bonding.

Words:5,948

Mordecai has an accident and Viktor takes care of him, Unfortunately uncompleted...

5. The Hotseat by meticulous-metzger (EdgeHedgeShads)

After a storage barn gets raided by a competitor, Mordecai and Viktor are sent out to wait for the perpetrators to make a second hit. Unfortunately, it's the middle of summer, and Mordecai isn't coping with the heat well.

Words:2,697

This one is a bit more... sweaty. Nothing too explicit, just the first kiss in the summer's heat. Again not finished... Damn!

6. Stopgap by Stariceling

Viktor and Mordecai look after each other, at least long enough for the bleeding to stop.

Words:2,223

A break from shipping, another platonic fic!

Mordecai took out his handkerchief again to finish the interrupted task of fastidiously cleaning the blood from his face. “That should suffice until you see a doctor.”

“No doctor,” Viktor muttered. “Alvays threatening to chop off legs.”

7. Lackadaisy Liaison by bubble_bees

Viktor couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment their relationship developed into this. It was natural. They gravitated around one another as if that’s what they’ve done all their life. Or: a look at Viktor & Mordecai's partnership, up until its rather violent end.

Words:2,143

The betrayal of getting kneecapped buy your dear friend. Poor Vik...

There should be more fics focusing on Viktor and Mordecai. On Viktor in general. Also on the Savoy siblings.

I know they aren't the main characters, it's to be expected but come on! Will I have to write? I want a fic in which Viktor gets an apology for being kneecapped into early retirement, well a longer fic than this>

I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead by Lack-luster-daisy (cowgremlin) We are back to shipping.

Please write for the series! Finish them, please!!!

"Papa me want more movie!"

Why are there only 4 pages for Mordecai and Viktor (platonic) on AO3? Well looks like someone's got to change that.

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buttercream-squad-imagines · 3 years ago

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Tinder Gone Wrong

Pairings: Sidemen x platonic!Reader Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, slurs, language some might find offensive Request: hi! can i request protective!sidemen x female!reader, ANGSTY ( one of the tinder videos) where’s she’s on the boys side? she’s a close friend or sm�� she gets rejected pretty brutally from some random girl who decides to use a homophobic slur and everyone gets really protective

You were around fifteen when you started questioning your sexuality. Growing up in an environment where those around you looked down on anyone who wasn't straight, it caused a lot of conflicted feelings. Where your friends were starting to get boyfriends and talking about boys, you did not see the appeal. Your friends joked that you might be a lesbian, an accusation you had forcibly laughed off at the time, but it made you question yourself.

You didn't know when it happened, but you had started falling for your best friend, Amalia. You would get a fluttery feeling in your stomach when you were around her and your heart would skip a beat when you saw her smile that was just so infectious. She was the first person you had come out to; she was the best option in your opinion. She was your best friend, surely she would accept the fact you liked girls?

When you had told her, she seemed to accept you, acted as though she was happy but a small nagging part of you always told you that she didn't. Not that you listened to it, rather just ignored it, and pushed the feeling so far down that it would never surface. But it was a feeling you shouldn't have ignored.

In a moment of misjudgement on your part, you had kissed her when you thought she was leaning in - in reality she was leaning over to grab something. It was an action that changed your life forever. She had completely blown up on you, calling you every slur you could think of and revealing that you disgusted her. With tears streaming down your face, you left her house with a broken spirit and a broken heart, shutting out everyone as soon as you reached your home.

Amalia turned out to be rather vindictive and had told your parents about the incident, who in a fit of rage threw you out as soon as you turned 18. You were absolutely devastated. You didn't know what to do, you were 18 years old with no qualifications, no job, no savings and now no home.

You had used all the money you had to get yourself to London. Your cousin, Freya had found you soaking wet on the steps of her apartment building and had brought you in. You were lucky that she had found you as you were on the verge of getting hypothermia and had no idea what apartment was her's. You had explained the situation to her, that you were now essentially homeless and that your parents had kicked you out because of your sexuality.

In that moment, you prayed that Freya would accept you as she was the only other person you had left. Looking back, you were an idiot to think that she wouldn't. Your cousin was one of the most sweet and kindhearted people you knew, not that it took much but the girl would go above and beyond for anyone who needed it, which is what she did for you. She took you in and helped you get yourself back on your feet, getting you a job with her boyfriend's group's clothing company, Sidemen Clothing. Through her you met the Sidemen, a group of boys who quickly became some of your best friends, as well as her friends Talia and Gee.

They had encouraged you to start a YouTube channel as you often helped with their own videos and had even made appearances in some. A channel that quickly gained popularity, gaining about almost 750k since you first uploaded 2 years ago. You hadn't made your sexuality known on your channel until around a year ago, but your fans were accepting, which you were relieved for.

Finally comfortable being open about your sexual orientation, you agreed to participate in the Sidemen's Tinder in Real Life videos. You were currently stood in the line waiting for your turn, repeating the line you had come up with in your head as you could be very forgetful sometimes. When it was your turn, you stepped up to the mark on the floor and smiled at the girl in front of you. She was the last person of the shoot and was, in your opinion, very pretty.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm 22. I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?" The grin on your face grew wider, threatening to split a part as you watched the girl closely. A grin that soon faded away.

"Ew, what the fuck?" She spat swiping left. "Absolutely not, you d*ke!"

"Woah!" Josh was the first to exclaim from behind you, which was soon followed by shouts of protest from the others. The anger radiated like a flame from the older boy, who pushed you behind you as to shield you from the cruel words dished out. He was fiercely protective over you, as were the others, but you were someone who he had come to love as a sister. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"What?" The girl had seemed so confused as to what was going on. It appeared as though she had no qualms with what she had just said.

"I think you'd better leave." Tobi spoke calmly.

You were lost in your own mind, memories from your past threatening to resurface, everything your best friend said to you replaying on loop. The tears were streaming silently down your face as Tobi pulled you closer into his chest in an attempt to comfort you.

"Why? We're not finished?" She scoffed.

"He told you to leave!" It was JJ's turn to voice his thoughts. "Why would we want you in a video after what you just called our friend? You're a piece of shit!"

"Urgh, excuse me?" The girl's jaw dropped.

"You heard him, get lost!" Simon spoke up next, gesturing for her to leave. The girl let out a small 'hmm', glaring at you as she stalked out of the room.

"Don't listen to her, Y/N/N. She's an awful human being." Ethan told you, resting a hand on your shoulder giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Yeah, we all love you so who cares what she thinks." Vik spoke.

"Thank you, guys. I love you too." You whispered with a small smile.

"Homophobic ass." Harry commented, causing you all to break out in laughter. You really did adore these boys and they adored you. You may have not had the best luck starting out in life, but you wouldn't change a thing, there was nowhere else you would rather have ended up.

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sidemenimaginesss · 5 years ago

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and they were roommates - simon minter

requested: yes - “Hey can you do number 40 with Simon?☺️”

prompt: 40.��“stop saying things that make me want to kiss you”

summary: you barely know your new roommate simon. what happens when the tension between you keeps rising after multiple inconvenient run-ins?

wordcount: 3500

you got linked up with simon through your mutual friend vik after he found out that the both of you were looking for a roommate in london. you couldn’t contain your excitement and immediately agreed to live with this unknown man. he’s a friend of vik’s so he must be nice. you’ll probably get along just fine... right?

you’ve been texting him back and forth about certain aspects of your new home, such as who gets which room, who brings which piece of furniture et cetera, but you haven’t really had the chance to get to know each other. guess that’ll have to wait until the day you actually meet.

it’s the day of moving into your new flat and you and your parents are the first ones to arrive. simon texted you earlier that he still needs to figure some stuff out before he can move in. and so box after box filled with your belongings and pieces of furniture fill the room. you sigh when you’re finally done bringing them all in. you thank your parents and say your goodbyes before you sit down on the floor for a few minutes and take in your surroundings. finally, your own place.

you put on some music and spend the next few hours unpacking. you start with your bedroom, making sure your bed is all set up so you don’t have to sleep on the floor tonight. you continue by setting up different pieces of furniture around the living room, making sure that there’s still enough room for simon’s stuff.

at around 9pm you realise you’ve been working the entire day and still haven’t eaten any food. you decide to quickly order some chinese before continuing the unpacking process.

at around 10pm you’ve finished your takeout meal and you decide it’s time to get some rest. you want to take a shower, but are simply too exhausted to do so. instead, you simply jump into bed and fall asleep soon after.

your alarm goes off at 8am, reminding you that you still have a lot of work to do. before you start though, you decide it’s time to go take a shower first.

grabbing a towel and some shower gel, you walk into the bathroom and get out of your clothes. you put on some music you can sing along to and figure out how the shower works before jumping in.

whilst washing your hair, you receive a notification on your phone, but you decide to ignore it. about 15 minutes later, you turn off the shower and get out.

you grab your towel and dry yourself off before realising you need to grab some clean clothes. you put your hair up in a quick bun, ready to walk to your room, before the bathroom door suddenly opens. “oh my god!” you scream loudly when the man who opened the door looks at your naked body in shock and quickly turns around.

you slam the door shut and start breathing heavily. you grab your phone, thinking of calling the police, when you notice a text message from simon on your homescreen: ‘surprise! almost here. finished up packing everything last night. can’t wait to meet you.’ you quickly wrap your body in a towel and call out “simon?”

when you don’t get a response, you open the bathroom door slightly and peek around the corner to see simon’s back facing you. you realise your music is still blaring loudly through your phone’s speakers and you turn it off completely before trying again, “simon?”

this time, he turns around slowly and you’re met with a smug face. “that’ll be me. nice to meet you, roomie,” he extends his hand and you awkwardly shake it through the small gap.

you let out a small laugh when he lets go of your hand. “hey, you wouldn’t be willing to grab me some clothes, would you?”

he smirks and answers coolly, “not a problem. where can i find them?” you step out of the bathroom slightly to point towards your bedroom door and he follows your finger with his eyes. “that room, box next to the wardrobe. you can pick out something nice,” you smile. he nods and looks back over to your face, suddenly making you realise how close the two of you are actually standing. you meet his eyes, lick your lips and look down to the floor, only looking up again when you can’t feel the heat of his body next to yours anymore.

“so how do i look?” you ask simon when you’re finally done getting ready in the bathroom.

after looking up from his phone, he looks you up and down from the couch and nods. “you look great.”

you nod and can’t help but feel flustered when you remember he didn’t just see you naked a few minutes ago, but also picked out your underwear for you. talk about a first impression.

you join him on the couch and try to start a conversation. “so, simon, tell me about yourself,” you smile at him as he puts his phone away and sighs. “well i’m simon, but you already knew that. i do youtube, just like vik. did i ever mention i have like nearly 9 million subscribers? it’s no big deal. but you probably already knew that though, right?” he asks for confirmation and you nod slowly, feeling weirded out by his big ego. you didn’t catch that vibe through his text messages.

“oh by the way, because of that, don’t get confused when i have some people over and throw parties here from time to time. that won’t be a problem, right?” he stares you down with confidence, seemingly trying to intimidate you. “as long as there aren’t too many people, it should be fine,” you answer skeptically and smile, trying to hide how uncomfortable you feel. “good. well what else do you want to know about me?”

you cringe slightly at his tone and think of how to phrase your next question without sounding too rude. “where did you get that arrogance from?” you perk up one eyebrow and watch his jaw tense, your own lips curving into a smile. he quickly readjusts his demeanour as he once again looks you up and down. he narrows his eyes at you and tilts his head to the side slightly, poking his tongue in his cheek before a sarcastic smile settles upon his lips. “where did you get your feistiness from?”

“i asked you first,” you shoot back, quick-witted. “and i asked you second,” he smiles sweetly.

the two of you stare each other down for a few seconds before you sigh and look away, making him puff out a chuckle and say something under his breath, “that’s what i thought.”

the rest of the morning was spent pretty much avoiding each other. you went back to your room and continued unpacking the boxes whilst he worked on the living room. you didn’t do any bonding, getting to know each other or even much more talking except for when you asked simon if he wanted anything to eat during lunchtime. he declined and kept on installing your new tv whilst you sat in the kitchen, munching on some leftover takeout from last night.

you watch him struggle with several cables for a while from the kitchen island, minding your own business until he groans out of frustration. you let out a snort and see his head snap up to you in anger, “what‘s so funny?”

you chuckle softly and smile it off, “nothing, please continue putting those cables in the wrong places, i’m quite entertained.”

after a few seconds of silence you look up from playing with your food to see him staring at you. “oh, so you think you can do this better?” he answers, nostrils flaring in anger. you nod cockily, jumping off of your barstool and joining him in front of the tv.

you grab the instructions out of his hands and feel his breath on your neck when he towers over you to read where you’re pointing on the paper. “see, you keep putting them in this,” you point at a real plug-in, “but you should be putting them in here,” you hold the paper next to the right plug-in post to compare the two.

you look up to see his jaw tense up once again as he nods at you stiffly. “i guess you’re right. how do you even know this stuff?” he mumbles, earning a victorious smile from you. “i studied cinematography for 4 years. i also learned how to install cables there. see, i would’ve told you earlier if you had asked. but you were too busy bragging about all your 9 million subscribers or whatever. anyway, i’ll be in my room if you need me.”

it’s 7pm when you hear a knock on your bedroom door. you look up from the box you were digging through and towards the door and answer, “you can come in.”

the door opens slightly to reveal simon holding a bag of more takeout. “so i noticed you eating chinese during lunch and didn’t know what other kind of food you liked so i just ordered us some takeout.” you laugh, making him look at you confusedly. “why did you order me chinese?”

he blinks, taken aback, “oh, uhm, i can just order us something else if that’s what you want. if you’d rather have, like, i don’t know, pizza? or anything, i don’t mind ordering-“

“that’s not what i meant, simon,” you look at him sternly and let him think over your words for a few seconds, watching the realisation hit him through his facial expression.

“right. i just wanted to say thank you for helping me earlier and sorry for accidentally walking in on you as well, i guess,” he answers awkwardly.

“and?” you smirk, liking the fact that you’re in control of the situation now. he sighs, “and sorry for pretty much being a dick the entire day without reason.”

“i accept your apology, roomie. now, let’s go eat before the food gets cold.”

about a week after moving in, your new apartment is almost fully finished and you and simon both agree on throwing a housewarming party. the two of you have had time to get to know each other better over the past few days and you’ve realised that a kind heart lies behind that stupid smirk of his. you just gotta make him feel guilty for being an absolute pain in the ass to reveal his sweeter side.

you’ve also learned that the two of you have loads of stuff in common and you seem to be hitting it off pretty well. except for the unexplainable tension the two of you have from time to time. you brush it off and blame it on your similar personalities clashing and competing for the title of the alpha in the house.

you snap out of your thoughts when you hear the front door open and simon yell “honey, i’m home!” you let out a giggle and get up from the couch to help him unpack the groceries for the party tonight.

“that’s... a lot of alcohol,” you laugh as he puts down several bags full of bottles onto the kitchen island.

he looks you in the eye and smiles, “there are going to be quite a few guests, remember? better too much than too little!”

you help him put the stuff away in silence for a few minutes before you attempt to start some small talk, “so how are you when you’re drunk?”

“i get really horny,” he answers within a heartbeat. instead of bursting out into laughter, you can feel your cheeks heat up and so you quickly turn your back to him, pretending to be putting something in one of the cupboards to hide your red face.

“oh, i-“ your breath catches in your throat and you can feel your blood stream through your veins when you suddenly feel simon’s presence right behind you. you turn around, biting your lip when you see him tower over you. he innocently smiles down at you, “well? are you going to move out of the way so i can put these chips away or what?”

you quickly close your mouth when you realise you were gaping up at him and move away from the cupboard when he gives you the space to do so.

“sorry about that. uhm, is it just me or is it getting hot in here? i think i’m just going to check the thermostat real quick,” you stutter out an excuse to leave the room, still feeling the blood pulse through your body in certain places.

you lock yourself in the bathroom and try to catch your breath. you can’t believe that just happened. you can’t believe you’re feeling this way about your roommate after meeting him just a week ago. you want this feeling to stop so you don’t ruin the small beginnings of the friendship you’ve only just started to create.

so you decide then and there that you’re going to shut him out. at least, in that way. you’re just going to ignore the sudden attraction you feel towards him. well, you’re going to try to.

it’s around 11pm when the first people start showing up. you and simon entertain your guests with tours of the house, beer pong, music playing loudly on the dance floor created in the living room and enough booze in the kitchen to pass out from. you don’t hold back on the alcohol yourself either.

“vik! oh my gosh i cannot thank you enough for messaging us about this place. this truly is all thanks to you,” you greet him with a tight hug and kiss on the cheek. he smiles at you brightly, “no thanks needed! i just felt like you and simon would be a perfect fit!” he grins and you try to shake off the stupid smile forming on your lips. “thank you again vik, please help yourself to something to drink in the kitchen! i’ll try to catch up with you later.”

after the next hour of greeting guests your house is fully loaded with people and it’s going to be a lot harder to move around in. abandoning your hosting duties at the front door, you go to grab yourself another drink in the kitchen when you bump into an old friend. “harry! hey! when did you get here?”

you can tell just by the look on his face that he has been here for a while: he looks absolutely shit-faced. “i don’t remember, to be quite honest,” he slurs out his answer, making you giggle a little. “what are you doing here? i didn’t know you knew simon,” he asks and you raise your brows. “i’m literally living with simon. this is our housewarming party!” harry seems to be in thought for a moment before it all clicks, “oh! you’re the hot bird he said he was living with, it all makes sense now. hey, wanna dance?” he practically drags you over towards the dance floor when not only your vision, but also your thoughts get a little cloudy.

your mind wanders over all the reasons why simon could’ve said that to harry. what else did simon tell him about you? does he usually describe his girl friends as ‘hot birds’? does this mean he is as attracted to you as you are to him? lost in your thoughts about simon, you barely even realise the fact that you’re grinding against harry.

when you open your eyes the room is spinning. you blink a few times until you can see clear. only now you notice simon standing across the room looking at you, jaw tensed as always, nostrils flaring and steam practically leaving his ears. still oblivious to your close proximity to harry, you eye him with a frown on your face.

you can see simon roll his eyes and disappear into the crowd so you decide to just ignore him, like you promised yourself you’d do. you continue dancing to the blaring music, swaying your hips dangerously from left to right. you finally remember harry dancing behind you when he grabs your sides and pulls you even closer. you lean into his touch, your head pretty much on his shoulder. you close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the music.

after a while, you can feel yourself get tired and tell harry you’re going to get yourself another drink, leaving him on the dance floor.

suddenly getting overwhelmed by the huge crowd in your living room, you make a beeline for your bedroom instead. you close the door behind you, still feeling the bass of the music in your body but only hearing muffled lyrics being sung.

you sigh and make your way over to the bed to lie down for a second. you’re so intoxicated and don’t know what to do with yourself. that is, until someone barges into the room.

you sit up straight and see simon at the door, looking at you angrily. “what the hell are you doing in my room?” your eyes widen when you take in your surroundings. “shit, i thought- thought this was my room,” you stammer and stand up quickly, a little to quickly: your knees give in and you stumble to the floor. “fuck,” you groan, simon immediately coming over to help you up. “how many have you had to drink? christ, you can barely stand up,” he shakes his head in disappointment.

“i don’t- don’t remember. what about you? are you horny yet?” you ask him in a sudden boost of confidence.

he once again shakes his head in disappointment, biting his lip at but ignoring your comment. “we should probably send everyone home now, i think the party is over.”

you sit back down on his bed and pout. “you’re no fun! it’s only- it’s barely 1 am! right?” you slur out, looking at the blurry numbers of the alarm clock on his bedside table.

“it’s 3 am. i think it’s best if we send everyone home-“ you cut him off, “but harry is- he’s still waiting for me out there. i- i told him i’d be back.”

this immediately gets a reaction from simon: tensed jaw, narrowed eyes and crossed arms. “you’re not getting back out there. especially not to dance with harry,” he spits out his name in disgust, making you giggle, “hey, hey what’s up with that? i thought you were friends?”

simon rolls his eyes while he runs his hand through his hair in frustration. “i don’t want to talk about harry right now. just- stay here for a sec and i’ll-“ he is about to open the door when you cut him off. “wait wait wait! did i just hear... jealousy? in your voice?” you bat your eyelashes at him innocently while he grits his teeth.

“no, i-“ he tries, but you cut him off once again, standing up when you speak. “it sure sounds like jealousy to me! what, you didn’t like it when i was dancing with harry, huh?” you slowly make your way over to him, continuing your innocent act.

“is that it? you’d rather have been the one who was dancing with me? the ‘hot bird’ you’re living with? right? harry told me that’s what you called me. i bet you still think about that first time you saw me-“

“shut up! we’re not having this conversation right now. you’re- you’re not able to think straight right now,” he frowns, yet his cheeks still redden when you get close to him. you smirk and touch his chest with both of your hands.

“maybe not, but jealous you is like... really turning me on right now,” you bite your lip coyly and look up at him through your lashes.

you leave him breathless for a second as he rolls his head back for a second, slightly gasping for air. “you know what you’re doing to me, don’t you? you’re making it very hard for me to control myself right now,” he licks his lips and his eyes flicker between your eyes and your mouth.

“then stop trying to fight it, simon. i want you,” you drag out your words slowly. at this, he switches positions with you and pins you down against the door, foreheads touching.

“stop saying things that make me want to kiss you,” he mutters to you, breathing heavily.

you finally close the space between you and kiss him harshly. after a few seconds, you gasp for air and he leaves your lips to work his way around your neck, locking the door whilst doing so. “simon,” you moan, throwing your head back as he trails kisses down your neck. once again, you feel your blood and the bass from the music pulse through your body. “fuck,” you trail off as his hands roam your body. you meet his lips again in one of many heated kisses that’ll follow that night.

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sdmnluvs · 5 years ago

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Does anyone have any good Minishaw fanfiction recommendations?

I have no motivation to write myself. I also feel like I’ve read all of the good ones. But if anyone is writing one or knows of one please let me know tyyyyy 💛

ALSO HOW CUTE ARE THEY???? 🥺🥺💛

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littleminter · 8 years ago

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✭i’m yours✭

↳ Vik x Reader Requested? | Request: can you please make a vik one and like make it that you are very nervous for him to meet your parents and you guys have been together for a long time and he (behind your back) ask your dad for your hand in marriage and vik proposals you then and there and you say yes obviously Warnings | fluff, fluff, fluff (and swearing)! Word count |

Hands on the steering wheel, your entire body tensed once you realized just where you were driving to. You and your boyfriend Vik had been together for five years, yet he had never formally met your parents. Since Vik was constantly so busy, he barely had time for you, let alone your parents, but you didn’t mind. Finally, after so long, your parents were alone and Vik had enough time to come for a much-needed visit.

Your parents had always been excited to meet Vik, ever since the day you said you were dating. However, just as any parent would normally be, they were rather confused when you explained his career--of course you were immediately shot with bundles of questions, one of the many being: what was his job? Maybe they were expecting something like a doctor, or a therapist, or even a retail worker...but how do you explain Youtube? Uh, yeah--he speaks to a camera and lots of people on the internet watch him? That was really the best you could muster, and even though you parents found it weird, it’s not like they disapproved--it would at least spark conversation!

Vik, beside you, instantly noticed how stiff your posture was, lips tucked in a thin line with furrowed brows. This didn’t look like your relaxed face at all! Eyebrows knitting together, Vik tilted his head tightly as he asked, “what’s wrong, [y/n]?”

Snapping yourself out from whatever trance you had succumbed to, you frantically shook your head yet kept your eyes on the road, attempting to crack a crooked smile. With a nervous chuckle, you simply shrugged. “I’m just nervous, I guess,” you replied.

“Nervous?” he repeated, a brief look of surprise crossed over his features before his usual cheery, broad grin stretched across his face. Cheeks flushed slightly, he giggled rather cutely before joking around, “you really have such little faith in me?”

“Of course not!” you quickly retaliated, defending both yourself and him as you stretched your fingers from the wheel--how long had you been driving for? It certainly felt like forever, especially on your poor hands. “My parents are really excited to meet you, but...” you trailed off, face scrunching and distorting for a split second. “My dad’s pretty judgemental, sometimes, I guess.”

“That’s okay.” He seemed pretty sure of himself, despite the fact that he’s never even met your parents before...but Vikky was a good person, it’s not really like he could fuck this up in any way: he’s smart, adorable and very kind, especially to you. Even if your parents didn’t like him, that wouldn’t stop you at all--you knew, most certainly, that he was the one for you, and only you couldn’t know that. Not your parents, not your friends--just you, and you alone. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression.”

At that moment, your heart swelled with adoration. Of course he’d say that, he’s said a thousand times over that he’d to absolutely anything for you, and he always sees it though to the very end: that was just your Vikky in a nutshell. Cheeks flushed, a subtle smile plastered on your lips that seemed to stay there forever, you glanced at him out the corner of your eye before chuckling, “you’ll do great, Vikky.”

About another half-hour later, you eventually reversed into your parents drive. Immediately, a wave of nostalgia crashed over you. This small little cottage had been your childhood home until you moved out when you were eighteen, into your own flat, then eventually into the Sidemen house with Vik and his friends. A brown, brick roof accompanied by a white, concrete build. A mahogany, wooden door with a small, circular window in it, then four other windows scattered across the main front: in reality, it looked like your typical home that a child would draw when asked to draw a house.

With a deep inhale, you unbuckled your seatbelt before rummaging in your pockets, searching for the spare key to the house. Clutching it in your palm, you watched as Vik unbuckled himself and made his way out of your car, to which you followed, shutting shutting the car behind you with your heel.

Making your way up to the door, Vik instinctively intertwined his fingers with yours as you fiddled with the keyhole, inserting your key and twisting your wrist as a reassuring click resounded throughout the area, indicating the door was open. Gently, you pushed the door further open with your fingers, ears twitching as the hinges creaked--immediately, you inhaled the refreshing scent of home-baked cookies. Your mum had always loved baking.

“Mum, Dad? I’m home!” you called, your voice echoing slightly as you sauntered into the hallway, dragging Vik behind you. Kicking off your shoes and lining them up with Vik’s, you heard rushed feet scampering down the stairs. Chuckling to yourself, you were greeted with the smiling face of your Dad.

“[Y/n]!” he chirped, welcomingly opening his arms as you released Vik’s hand from your own, falling into the arms of your father who smelled vaguely of you cologne he always wore--Lacoste, was it? Nuzzling into his side, he chastely kissed your forehead and rubbed your back comfortingly. “I missed you, sweetheart.”

“I missed you too Dad,” you replied, voice laced with relief--besides Vik, your parents always made you feel safe and welcomed, no matter the situation. You considered yourself lucky--not many people could have parents as brilliant as your own. “Dad, this is Vik,” you introduced, separating from your Dad as you extended an arm, gesturing to Vik.

Immediately, your father’s face dropped, a subtle frown crossing his features as he stubbornly folded his eyes. Though you could see the visible discomfort on his face, Vik continued to muster a cheeky smile as he extended his arm, offering a handshake. Feigning confidence, he said, “nice to meet you, sir, I’m Vik.”

For a moment, there was complete silence--just Vik and you Dad staring each-other down, as if waiting for one of them to break...and fortunately for Vik, your Dad did first. After about thirty seconds, your Dad burst out laughing, a broad grin on his face as he snatched Vik’s outstretched hand, shaking it vigorously. “Nice to meet you too, Son!”

Son. At this, your smiled, baring your teeth as you watched Vik nervously keep up with your Dad’s shakes, an uncomfortable yet relieved smile on his face. With your heart warmed and uneasiness controlled, you watched as they commenced a full-blown conversation already. However, their “father-son” bonding time was halted abruptly as your mother sauntered in with a tray of warm, freshly-baked cookies.

“You must be my daughter’s little Vikky!” she chirped, her chubby cheeks rosy as she shoved the tray of cookies into Vik’s chest. “My [y/n] has told me so much about you--you seem like such a lovely boy, have you been treating [y/n] well?”

Urging him to take a baked good, he simply nodded reluctantly and took one, simply holding it in his hand as he replied, “yeah, I’ve done my best to make sure [y/n]’s happy and healthy. I love her more than anything.”

Of course he says he loves you all the time, but you never become immune to the way he says it--with a voice laced with adoration, always with a smile, even when you’ve had an argument. With Vik, you never had to doubt yourself or him...he was always sincere, kind and gentle. Your Vikky.

Heart fluttering and skipping so many beats you think it’s unhealthy, you all have a conversation before your Mum reminds you that there’s more food in the living room, like a buffet, so you all filter into the aforementioned area. Sitting down on the sofas, you all engaged in active conversation once more, digging into a wide selection of foods that your mum, quite obviously, went overboard on.

“Oh, I’m gonna go get us some drinks--does anyone want anything?” you asked, standing up from your seat as you scanned the faces of your family--Vikk counted as family, right? Everyone simply shook their heads, so you shrugged in reply and headed towards the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Vikk made sure his posture was formal and upright before staring at your Father with a jittery yet stern expression--clearing his throat, he said, “sir, I have something very important to ask of you. I know you just met me, but I can only hope I’ve made a good impression so far...” he trailed off.

Intrigued, your Father arched an eyebrow and folded his arm across his chest, almost suspicious. Nodding his head, signalling for him to continue, Vik sharply inhaled and bobbed his leg up and down, “I love [y/n]...so much. I’ve been her boyfriend for five year and I’d really like to take the next step, if you’d let me...”

Suddenly on-guard, your Dad hunches forward with his hands on his knees, his own fingers intertwined as you mother continued to watch on, anxiously munching on her fifth cookie. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he said, “the next step would be?”

“Sir, if you’d let me, could I please marry your daughter?”

Marry his daughter--marry his sweet baby girl, [y/n]. In a way, he was reluctant: this was [y/n], the girl he raised to be kind and always happy, but to be vocal about her worries. She was his little girl, and always would be...could he really let some random kid take away all he had?

...But he wasn’t some “random kid”--[y/n] knew him, knew Vik--and they made each-other happy. Actually, [y/n] is the happiest she’s ever been since she got with Vik. If he truly made her happy...he sighed, taking a moment to assess the situation and take his request into account. Sitting back, he nodded his head hesitantly.

“Vik, you have my blessing--I’m sure you have my wife’s, too...”

For a moment, Vik couldn’t believe his ears...did he really just say that? Baffled, Vik widened his eyes as they glazed over, heart swelling with relief, veins swarmed with anticipation.

“Th-...thank you!” he exclaimed, nervously shaking hands with your dad with a crooked smile stretched across his face, unable to comprehend what had just happened. I guess it was only a matter of time until he’d ask you--after all, he had already gone and bought a ring suited for a princess the second he thought marrying you would be a good idea. Fiddling around in his backpack, he pulled out a black-velvet box and stared at your father. “Please, may I ask right now? I can’t wait, I need to know what she says...!”

Unable to get an answer, you had already sauntered into the room, drink of water in-hand as you came and sat on the sofa--all eyes on you, it was easy to detect the tension in the room. Concerned, you turned towards Vik who simply stared at you, dumbfounded and dishevelled, with wide eyes and a velvet-coated box in his hand.

Perplexed yet intrigued, you tilted your head and cut through the deafening silence as you spoke, “what’s wrong, Vikky?” You could only see him visibly gulp, glancing at the box then back into your suspicious eyes. “Vik?”

With a defeated sigh, you watched as Vik slowly, carefully got down onto one knee in front of you--there was no fancy shindig, no over-hyping, he just knelt down, in front of you, your parents, and held the box between his small hands. He cleared his throat.

“[Y/n],” he began, clearly nervous as his breath hitched--you had a feeling that he was going to ask something, but you wouldn’t interrupt this moment for the world. “I...am so in love with you. Like, I love being with you so much, you make me so happy...I don’t wanna be with anyone else, ever. So...[y/n], please, make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

His heart raced, as yours did, but you’ve never felt so in sync with him--honestly, this was probably the most unexpected thing you’ve ever experienced, but it’s not like you hated this, not in the slightest. Short, heavy breaths and shaky hands, it didn’t take long for you to reply with a vigorous, excited and over-emotional, “yes, Vikky! Yes, yes, yes!”

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