#hiwiwy

[randomwholocker]

two separate chapters first may be posted today if I get my shit together and finish it second is a very personal Christmas chapter I wasn't honestly intending to share with anyone

so this is all of it you're getting for like a month

[snarky-starks]

Home Is Wherever I’m With You

Home Is Wherever I’m With You

After an incident with her mother, Arya is sent off to Riverrun to stay with Theon and Robb. Arya has exactly three places she'd rather be but Robb and Theon are determined to make it work.

First Chapter is up at my ao3 snarkystarks.

[cuteandtwisted]

Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: SKAM (TV) Relationships: Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen Series: Part 7 of In Every Universe

Summary:

“Hi. I’m Even and I don’t usually walk around in nothing but a towel.” “Uh, I’m Isak.” “Isak. Mind if I kidnap you for some fun sightseeing activities?”

Or Isak and Even keep meeting in hostels around the world and parting with a kiss or two. Aka the Travel!AU some of you asked for.

[jungkoojk]

Home Is Wherever I’m With You | 1

pairing: park jimin and jeon jungkook | jikook length: 12.9k words warnings: infrequent strong language

summary: “I always thought of korea as home, but now I'm with you, it's like home is right here.” the course of true love never did run smooth, and when jungkook moves to new york city on the first day of the year and falls hopelessly in love with the boy next door, he finds that phrase to be very much true.

READ HERE ON AO3!!!!!!!! ♡

[randomwholocker]

may as well give yall what I have of the hiwiwy new year's chapter ig

Charles chuckles, taking Erik’s glass and filling it.  Checking the clock, he calls to Raven.  “Five minutes!”

“Coming through!”  Molly jumps out of Raven and Hank’s way as they stumble into the room.  Raven sets her glass down on the table and musses Molly’s hair.

They make small talk for the next few minutes while Charles fills glasses and the others come in, perching on whatever furniture is most convenient.

Sean grins.  “Ten.”

And then they’re counting together, young and oh so happy. “Nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…ONE!  HAPPY NEW YEAR!” And they hold up their glasses, as close to each other as they can go.  Charles clears his throat.  “To an excellent year, for all of us.  May 1963 bring happiness to all!” he says in his most formal tone, and then laughs.  “Fuck it.”  And they toast, and they’re warm inside, and the fire’s burning brightly.

And maybe Charles has had a bit too much to drink, but who cares?  He turns and Erik’s grinning at him and he leans forward and they brush noses and Erik takes his glass and sets it on the table with his own, and pecks him on the nose, and then Charles’ lips are seeking Erik’s, and they slide together, and somehow from the tangle of teeth and lips and noses they fit together.  As if they were meant to do so.  They’re laughing giddily into the kiss.  And then Erik’s hands are in Charles’ hair, and Charles is tugging Erik down onto the table by his collar, somehow not knocking any glasses over, and tongues are in the equation now, but Charles doesn’t mind that (neither of them do).  He’s vaguely aware of other people in the room (he’s pretty sure Raven and Hank are making bedroom eyes at each other while their…whatever they’re doing… is going on), but the only person he’s letting himself be aware of is Erik.  Who’s currently doing things to him with his teeth and tongue that he hadn’t thought could be concurrent with his being happy.  And then somehow Erik’s pulling away, and hugging him, and it’s better than any number of kisses could be.  And there’s one thought running through all of this.  This is what living is like.

[randomwholocker]

WIP Wednesday Sunday

from the hiwiwy-verse roadtrip fic @idklackingimaginationapologies2 you wanted to see this so here you go

Chapter ?

"Charles?"

No sound.  He's taking far longer then usual.

So Erik stands up and goes to see what's going on. The door's locked, so he knocks. No answer. It doesn't take long for him to break down the door, but it seems to take forever.  Why does he care so much about someone he barely knows? Once it's broken open (they'll have to pay for that), he's sent mentally reeling by the sight in front of him. It's nothing he hasn't seen before. Hell, it's been him.

He sees ribs first, barely covered, this man is bone-thin, why is he if he's this rich.

Back next, criss-crossed by thin white lines, some thicker than others, he's shaking.

And Erik does nothing, frozen, transfixed by the sight, can do nothing except count them up in his mind.

So many on his wrists, he can't see all of them because Charles is gripping the edge of the sink so hard.

One across the bridge of his nose, he's seen that one before. 

He's crying. So many damn scars, and those are just the ones he can see.

"Charles?" Maybe it comes out a little harder than it should, pushing forcefully past the choked mess of his throat. "Are you all right? No, you're obviously not, fuck, why did I ask that…". He trails off, noticing Charles is now completely frozen. He picks the shirt up off the floor and gently puts it on the counter next to Charles, then leaves without saying anything else.

Fucking coward.

[randomwholocker]

question for yall thoughts on charles' cliff metaphor?

I'm quite proud of it tbh but I would love all y'all's thoughts on it

[randomwholocker]

drawing these as a) older molly and erik

b) family hug idk (erik left, charles right, molly middle, raven between middle and right)