#and sorry I feel like I already did this kind of ask with Susie!

[lynxgriffin]

I know that ER!Kris has ER!Ralsei, but what happens if ER!Kris catches either a cold or the flu?

Also, can I see ER!Kris playing a guitar with long hair?

They would probably have to stop and wait for Kris to recover normally. Ralsei doesn't have healing magic, so that would probably include illnesses.

That said, Kris is likely never going to have to deal with human illnesses in the Dark World...there's almost no other humans around to spread them!

#ask lynx stuff #and sorry I feel like I already did this kind of ask with Susie! #don't have to worry about herd immunity if there's no herd!

[disneyprincemuke]

ice man * femdriver

(series masterlist) | (📂 a day in the life)

sebastian grins, turning his gaze away from the man jabbing his finger into the table. he rests his eyes on her, lips parted as she attentively tries and takes in all the information unloaded on her.

“wait,” she raises her hand slightly. “am i allowed to curse on tv?”

kimi turns to sebastian with a stare. “they brainwashed her already. not much we can do.”

“no,” sebastian mutters, patting his friend on the shoulder. “she will listen to you. she listens to anyone who’s been in formula 1.”

kimi turns back to her, already nodding with a small excited smile on her face. “he’s right — i am very impressionable at my big age,” she says. “i didn’t know i can curse on tv.”

“it’s frowned upon,” kimi points out with a small smile. he is holding back laughter from her wide eyes and enthusiasm. “but nobody ever said you can’t do it.”

“oh. can i walk away from interviewers?” she tilts her head, chewing on her bottom lip as she thinks. “they can get a tad misogynistic at times.”

“why walk away?” kimi laughs, leaning back in his seat. “ask them to fuck off.”

worry flashes on her face. “that’s a bit mean.”

“they’re looking down on you for being a woman and you think asking them to fuck off is mean?” kimi raises an eyebrow. her eyes dart up to meet his, her eyebrows shooting up as she processes his words. “exactly.”

“i didn’t know i could do that,” she whispers. “but isn’t that a bit much for now? they already are not very fond of my presence in the sport.”

kimi shakes his head, closing his eyes as he disapproves her worries. “who is getting paid to drive cars and travel to countries with all expenses paid?”

“me?”

“correct answer.” kimi sighs. “so why care about what other people have to say?”

“i,” she trails off, “i have this thing.”

“you just go around thinking about other people’s feelings all the time?” kimi raises an eyebrow. “how do you get anything done?”

“it’s hard,” she admits in a cry, throwing her arms in the air and slumping her shoulders. she clears her throat and sits up. “but you’re right. you’re right! i’m getting paid to be here! this is my job! i should be able to react how i see fit if someone is being mean to me!”

kimi claps. “yes! exactly! defend yourself if you need to.”

she hums, pursing her lips to one side. “question: if i crash-“

“try your best not to crash.”

“obviously, seb. my question is: if i crash, can i also walk away to get ice cream? like you did in malaysia?”

he folds his arms over his chest. “apparently you cannot do that anymore. i’m sorry, kid.”

“outrageous,” she scoffs, shaking her head. she presses her lips together and perks up again. “can i meet your ice baby?”

kimi turns to sebastian. “what does she mean?”

“your baby,” sebastian laughs, hearing you talk about how cute kimi’s child is. “she is very good with kids.”

kimi looks at her, smile wavering as he points at her. “you want my advice, kid?”

“of course!”

“don’t have kids.”

she smiles, gesturing to the room around her. “i wouldn’t exchange this for anything else.” she glances at her watch and sighs. “i don’t want to have to leave. but i promised susie and marta lunch before the f1 acad finale.”

“aw,” kimi coos. “i’ll be in the paddocks all weekend with seb, you know. i won’t disappear into thin air if i leave your sight.”

“i know! but i’ve been waiting all year to meet you!” she gushes, hands cupping her cheeks as she grins at him dreamily. “i watched you growing up! i loved you!”

kimi laughs — the kind that sebastian rarely hears, a genuine smile and his eyes crinkling at her. “kid, we’re going to dinner tonight. i promise i’ll even send you back to your hotel room.”

“okay!” she squeaks, pushing her chair back and springing to her feet. “pick a restaurant, okay! maybe if i eat like you, i’d be just like you.”

kimi smiles with a nod. he watches her round the table, bending down to press a kiss on seb’s cheek. he turns his head expectedly at her, raising his chin and leaning in slightly.

she giggles airily, hesitantly moving over to press a kiss on his cheek. she jogs towards the door of sebastian’s office, tripping on her feet along the way.

she turns around one last time. “i’ll see you later, dads!”

she extends her hand to wave at them before closing the door. a moment of silence passes the empty room, but the remnants of her smile and enthusiasm still remain in the room.

“she’s going to be amazing, you know.”

“i know,” sebastian smiles proudly, nodding. “she’s a future world champion, you reckon?”

“absolutely,” kimi nods. “you vouched for the right person, seb. good job.”

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#sebastian vettel x reader #kimi raikkonen x reader #f1 female driver #fem!driver #f1 fem!driver #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke vr #vettel reincarnate #disneyprincemuke f1

[fictitious-fluff]

WOOO! I'm done! Sorry for the wait but your secret santa gift is finally here @sunshower017! Never planned for this to be my first post here but here we are! I will admit its not my best work since its my first time writing for deltarune, and I did rush it at the end, but hopefully you enjoy it! (your art is amazing by the way)

Don't ask why their living together, my brain was like thinking of some dorm-living together scenario LOL

And tysm to @hypahticklish for hosting this @squealing-santa!

-

Dear Diary...

Fandom: Deltarune

Pairings: Susie/Noelle

Masterpost

Noelle had truly found it by mistake.

She really didn't mean it. Susie' diary had been out in the open and was flipped to the most recent page. She had probably forgotten to keep it. As Noelle walked past the opened page, curiosity got the best of her. She knew she probably shouldn't be snooping around others stuff. However, she had already been good friends with Susie for a few months, surely it would be alright?

Susie was never really one to open up so this was the perfect opportunity to see what may be troubling her. Furthermore, Susie wouldn't be back for a couple more hours so this could be her chance.

'Hey, Diary! First time I'm writing to you. (feels a little weird) Ralsei said it'd be a good idea to express my thoughts to a book. Sounds dumb but uh, I thought I'd just give it a shot...'

Several questions started flooding noelle's mind; Wasn't Ralsei the goat-looking monster from her dreams a while back? Did Susie have a similiar dream before?

Was the dream, never a dream?

Noelle soon shoved those questions away for another day, opting to continue reading. She flipped a few pages ahead and...

'Alright, DAMN this sounds weird but since I can't get this damn thought out of my mind, I figured I should just write it out. So... A few days ago, Noelle nudged me on the side and I felt this weird electrical tingly sensation? Nonetheless, for some reason I jus jolted out of nowhere. That was the first time I've experienced that weird phenomenon, but... I kind of liked it, weirdly enough. Maybe it was because she did it?'

Noelle was taken aback. Was she talking about tickling?

That was.. kind of adorable, especially for Susie. It would make sense that Susie didn't mind it, especially due to her past. However, the thought that Susie didn't even know what it meant was kind of saddening. Did no one really care about her during her childhood? Noelle thought about it for awhile before coming to a decision. She was determined to help her catch up on what she missed. While reading Susie's diary, Noelle started drifting off into her own thoughts.

Noelle has had experience in tickling, especially since she'd always done it to her.. younger sibling. Susie would be different though. Would she find out that Noelle had read her diary? Would Susie be mad? Was Noelle interpreting her diary the wrong way? What if...

"Yo Noelle! I'm back! Brought Kris back with me to our rented apartment to look around."

Was that Susie? Oh no... how had time fly by so fast? Noelle hastily flipped the book back to its original page, making sure it looked as if it was left untouched. Maybe she could ask Susie about it tonight? After carefully shutting the door, she bolted down the stairs to find Susie, failing to hide the obvious beads of sweat trickling down her forehead.

"Heya Susie, Kris! How was the uh meet up?"

"Was great man! Oh and, you still up for movie night tonight with Kris?" Susie enquired. Apparently, ignoring the droplets on the side of Noelle's forehead.

The movie! Noelle had totally forgotten about it. Well, she could always just ask after the movie... "Yeah! Of course!"

Susie grinned, and lightly shoved Kris on the shoulder, "Come on, put your bag down punk! You still need to show Noelle and I how your mom makes those pies."

After night fell, the trio decided to settle down with some lettuce, chalk, and moss. However, halfway through the movie, their eyes started to slowly droop down, eventually falling asleep.

As the next day rolled by, Noelle groggily opened her eyes. She squeaked quietly as she realised Susie's right arm draped over her. Apparently she had been leaning against Susie's shoulder the entire night. The sudden noise and movement startled Susie awake, making Susie also realise the predicament they were in too.

Both of them awkwardly shifted away, a slight pink dusted their cheeks. Their eyes were locked on the other directions, too embarrassed to look at each other. Eventually, after 3 seconds of silence, Susie got up, claiming she was gonna go get the both of them some breakfast. Noelle nodded softly.

While Susie was opening the fridge, Noelle looked around for Kris. They probably went home in the early morning.

"Oh, t-thanks!" Noelle exclaimed as Susie set down two overnight sandwiches on the table. "U-uh.. Susie, can I ask you something?"

"Hm? Sure, shoot."

Here goes nothing... "Are you ticklish? I-I mean, do you like being tickled? I-I MEAN, do you know what tickling is?" Oh god, Noelle was done for. Susie would probably realise that she had seen her diary, or maybe she would question why she had such a ridiculous question, or, or...

"Woah woah uh, no? I think?" Susie replied, clearly confused.

Noelle tilted her head, "No to uh... which?"

"The one where you asked whether I knew what this 'tickling' is, dork" Susie laughed.

Oh. Well, this was going to be more difficult than planned. How does one explain how tickling works?

Hmm. Maybe...

"Maybe it'd be better if I showed you?" Noelle suggested, gesturing Susie to sit slightly closer. Part of Noelle was freaking out as she was just about to tickle Susie.

Great. Feared. Attractive. Susie.

However, the other part of her genuinely wanted to help Susie catch up on what she had missed out in her childhood. And perhaps she also did want to do this herself, even with how nerve wrecking it is.

Trusting Noelle, Susie complied, though somewhat confused. Slightly shaking, Noelle took a deep breath and tentatively reached out, lightly tracing circles on Susie's side.

The reaction was immediate.

Susie's breath hitched slightly, arms clamping down on instinct. Her eyes widened, turning to Noelle, seemingly confused by her own actions.

"Don't worry, it's a normal reaction. And u-uh, that's tickling. Well, light tickling." Noelle explained, retracting her hands.

"Could you, try it again?" Susie asked sheepishly, a rare sight to see. "I'll try not to react much since I'm more prepared."

Noelle gave a small warm smile, agreeing to Susie's request. This time, Noelle opted to use a different strategy. As she reached out again, she lightly scribbled the same spot as before. However this time, she started moving up and down from her ribs to her sides, adding a little bit more variation and pressure.

At this point, Susie was shaking, trying her best not to shove Noelle's hands away. A grin started tugging on her mouth, snickers threatening to burst. She eventually decided to use her hands to clamp down on her mouth to prevent embarrassing giggles from spilling out. However, she couldn't prevent the small snickers that would slip out when Noelle hit a particularly sensitive spot.

It was truly fascinating to both Susie and Noelle how Susie enjoyed it so much. Susie had so many questions as to why she enjoyed it and how this was making her laugh. Noelle herself, was oddly eager to try out other techniques to see which worked best. However, for now, the light tickles were all they needed. And perhaps, they might even try this again in the future.

#squealing santa 2k22 #deltarune #susie #noelle #susie x noelle #tickle fic #WOOOOOOOOOOO #MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEARRR!!!!!

[theycallme-thejackal]

Prompt “You can call me anytime”

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T Warning: Mild Sexual Content

She knows it's early, but she's back in New York while the tour is on hold, and she has no chance of seeing him again any time soon, so during a rare quiet moment at the Maisels' house, she picks up the phone.

Despite everything else going on in her life - divorcing Joel again, the tour’s hiatus, running around town doing every commercial gig Susie can get her - she keeps having the same dream.

Moishe and Papa are off to work. Shirley is at Mah Jong. Mama is at tea. Ethan is at school and Esther at daycare.

The phone rings. And rings. And -

"Hello?"

"What would have happened?"

"Midge?" He's clearly just waking up, and she can hear him shifting, the rustle of sheets softly coming through the phone.

"Yes, hi. If I had come in...if I hadn't gotten a cab...what would have happened?"

There's quiet on the other end of the line. "It's ten in the morning, Midge. This seems more like a one AM kind of conversation."

"Lenny..." She says quietly.

He sighs through his nose, and there's a gentle tap that comes through the line that makes her think he's rubbed his hand across his mouth in the way that is so specifically Lenny. "Nothing you wouldn't want to happen," he assures her.

She takes a deep breath. There are variations to this dream she's been having, but they always take the same basic course. She enters the room. There's light banter. He pours them each a drink. Somehow they end up in each others' space, and then just as he's about to kiss her she wakes up.

"I wanted it," she whispers almost unintentionally.

He's quiet again, but she swears she hears him inhale in surprise. "Midge..."

"I did, Lenny," she insists, leaning against the counter, her free arm crossing over her stomach as butterflies flutter inside of her. "I do," she amends.

His quiet laughter rumbles through. "Then why did you leave?" He asks quietly.

She takes a deep breath and sighs. "You're important to me," she replies. "And I didn't want to risk losing what we already have if..." She trails off, then, nervous about spilling her guts over the phone.

"Midge," he murmurs, sounding more awake now. "I wouldn't have wanted it to be a one night stand."

She swallows, feeling a smile creep to her lips. "You wouldn't?"

He laughs quietly again. "No, I wouldn't."

Midge bites her lip gently, twisting the phone cord around her finger. "So if I had come in...what would have happened?" She asks again.

"Call me tonight and I'll tell you."

"I won't have privacy tonight," she replies, receiving nothing from the other end. "Just...humor me? So I have something to look forward to when someday finally happens."

He's quiet again, and she waits patiently.

"I would have worshipped you."

Her breath catches, and she lifts her fingers to her lips in surprise. She half-expected a joke, a brush off. Something that they could write off as flirtatious banter. But instead she gets the most vulnerable, truthful, intensely sexy response she could have anticipated.

"You would have?" She breathes.

"Yes," he husks. "For as long as you would have let me."

The butterflies in her stomach give way to a familiar tightening that makes her entire body flush. "Well," she breathes. "That's certainly incentive to push up our someday."

She can practically hear him smirking. "It's a date," he tells her quietly.

She smiles. "Sorry for calling you so early. I just...needed to know."

"You can call me any time," he replies.

That night, when she dreams, she finally feels him kiss her.

It doesn't even compare to the first time he actually does.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #writing prompt #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #answers #sexy #pre relationship #sweet

[queensectonia]

@asmodeus-snoof said:

wait. so if this is the original (and better adapted) translation, what's up with the one that mentioned her now using her father's technology to protect the inhabitants of the worlds they conquered to make up for it? is it a fake? ... it does also seem weird because like. that's exactly what ruined her family. and her doing the same thing as her father did just because she can seems odd to her development... /gen

hi there! sorry this reply took me so long, i was actually in bed by the time you said this :’D

anyway, yeah, this is why I was asking where people got this, because...??? there’s nothing to this effect in any version of SA. at all. every language, original japanese included, tells us that susie has taken over HWC and plans to continue mechanising planets. the english text actually SOFTENS her a little, not the other way around, because the japanese text talks about exterminations and has her using the same “savages” language that haltmann did.

as for development... what development? she doesn’t have any. that’s kind of the point. her actions at the end of robobot weren’t her becoming a good guy, it was her going “oh FUCK i don’t want to DIE”. we see her fly away all sneaky-like in the ending cutscene and then SA confirms for us that yes indeed, she’s still the exact same horrible person she was in robobot. i genuinely love it! it’s refreshing to have a villain who doesn’t get befriended by the end and stays an asshole! we need more of those. she can go join the “straight up evil” club with other characters like nightmare and dark mind.

robobot shows us very clearly that she has no qualms with what the company does - she outright ENJOYS her work and takes the same paternalistic glee in it that haltmann did. if anything i would say that susie would feel safer running the company without star dream. sure, it was their number one resource and designed most things for them, but all of those things are already here and can be mass-produced now. we were even told that planets that were sufficiently far away stayed mechanised after star dream was destroyed, so susie doesn’t even have to start over from scratch.

#kirby #asmodeus snoof

[kennyomegasweave]

Am I marathoning TharnType? Yes, yes I am. These are my thoughts while watching the first six episodes.

Also I love this show and I’m so glad I’m watching it. I will hear no slander about it because I am genuinely so invested. They’re a Ludo song. You’re awful, I love you.

"Are you gay."

Yes.

"Well I hate gays. I won't live with one." 

Baby boy you end up married to this man. I am so excited to see this journey. lol

NOT THIS BABY ON EPISODE TWO ALREADY FINDING SOMEONE TO SWITCH ROOMS WITH HIM BUT DECIDING TO STAY. Oh baby boy you really do end up so married to this guy. 

Baby's first gay panic is starting, this is amazing. lol

NOT THE MESSY ASS GAYS PUTTING MY DEAR SWEET REPRESSED TYPE ON BLAST IN A MESSY ASS HATING ASS POST WHEN THEY WERE IN THE WRONG. I love this show. I LOVE this show.

Also everytime Type's like "I hate gays. They disgust me" I'm like a) baby boy you let your male roommate suck you off? And b) you end up married to that male roommate. I just can't. I love him. I would die for him. He's so stupid and angry. 

I also know Tharn's bestie is FAULTY AF so all his interactions are like STAY AWAY FROM HER GET A JOB SHE DOESN'T LOVE YOU IT WAS NEVER GONNA BE YOU SUSIE.

Like this baby keeps saying he hates gays and it's just like oh baby but you're gonna end up so married to this man in 7 years. 

HE IS TELLING HIM ABOUT THE CHILD RAPE. I kinda feel like homegirl in Blades of Glory "wow I never thought of that as a romantic story before. *bites a snowcone*" 

Also, because this is a gay Thai show, this is a super serial moment and all emotional and they're crying and duh they're talking about child rape but like a pop song is playing in the background and I am just dying.

NOT THARN GOING "so he's homophobic and an asshole but I promise he's a really good guy deep down!" They better have played U Got It Bad at the wedding reception in honor of this time in their lives.

Not Tharn telling Type he likes him for real then instantly putting headphones on and going on his phone. Iconic. That behavior is iconic.

You know that tweet that was like "one time I liked a boy and I didn't know what to do so I wrote him a note telling him to leave my school" that tweet is Type.

"I want to sleep with you."

"I'll never have sex with you."

They not only become a married couple, but they become a married couple that constantly fucks. God bless.

NOT TYPE JUST SAYING HAVE SEX WITH ME WHILE THARN IS HUNGOVER AT BREAKFAST. NOT TYPE SAYING HE'S DOING THIS AS A FAVOR TO THARN. I AM SCREAMING. How can anyone hate this show it is absolutely ridiculous.

AN ACT OF KINDNESS. And then they get married. Type really played himself. Congratulations, you played yourself. Your first time with your husband was "an act of kindness." I would die for Type.

I would die for this child. I would die for this couple. I've only had TharnType for 4 episodes but if they didn't end up married I would kill everyone in this room and then myself. 

Not Type's "I was the bottom and you still expect me to clean up." He is such a brat. The absolute brattiest of the brats. He's perfect.

And now it's Tharn's turn to tell his sad sex story. Again, I feel like homegirl in Blades of Glory. "I never thought of that as a romantic story before. *eats snowcone*" 

THEY ARE GETTING STD TESTED. This is absolutely amazing. Again I ask, how do people hate this show? All I'm seeing are Ws.

NOT TYPE GETTING THE D ONE TIME AND THEN GOING FINE WE CAN KEEP HAVING SEX BUT ONLY SEX. Type really is just out here playing himself left and right.

"Where were you yesterday Type?" Getting dicked down by his future husband Techno, mind your business. 

NOT THARN BUYING ~$120 SHEETS TO FUCK TYPE ON. BALLING AS A COLLEGE FRESHMEN. I see why Type wifed him up. You wife up a teenage boy that buys you $100+ sheets to bang you on after like two times. That's love bitch.

I'm sorry Type is really sitting here like "what did I do to deserve you shutting me out?" during his monologue to Tharn's empty space. Like baby. Baby boy. Baby. Everything. You have done everything wrong. lol

Oh Type. He's so gone on Tharn and he doesn't even realize it at all. My beautiful dumb idiot. 

Techno is my absolute fave. He's shipping it. "Do you still hate gays?" Baby. Baby boy. You can't just ask that.

NOT THARN GETTING ALL SMUG AT TYPE SAYING HE HATES GAYS BUT NOT THARN. BABY THAT'S NOT A COMPLIMENT. GET BETTER STANDARDS.

Tharn is doing Type's laundry and Type is still out here like "I'm gonna be dating this girl." This is what I meant when I earlier said you're doing everything wrong baby boy. But I understand. I ruined my first two relationships with my gay panic. I know he gets it together. I know he figures it out. We'll get through this together.

Also, PUIFAI LEARNED HOW TO MAKE HIS FAVORITE SOUTHERN CURRY IN LIKE TWO DAYS. BABYGIRL YOU DESERVE BETTER. I would like to play "don't fall in love with a homo" to her.

THARN OUT HERE TALKING ABOUT OF COURSE HE KNOWS TYPE LIKES SPICY FOOD. Like I would die for this couple but also baby boy you deserve better. I know you had other options baby (and not your triffe bestie). Just a failwhale disaster couple, they really do belong together.

Also Type. Baby. How are you gonna be making plans with your gay sex friend while also blowing up this girl's phone??? 

Techno just dropping bombs and wrecking Tharn's airfield talking about Type's girlfriend. See baby you don't deserve this. His little sad face.

Also how the hell is Type gonna get home hella late and turn the light on? Like what if Tharn was sleeping??? Inconsiderate. I would still die for him but I would also die for Tharn so you can imagine the stress I am under.

He really is out here like WE'RE JUST FUCK BUDDIES like you treat your fuck buddy like that. The boy didn't date much, I'm guessing. But he needs to stop making Tharn cry cause we're gonna have a Problem. 

Oh here comes Tharn's triffe ass bestie. HE DOESN'T WANT YOU GIRL. The desperation this young man is radiating. It hurts to witness. lol

NO HE DID NOT SEND A "RULES FOR CASUAL DATING" TEXT. Okay I still think they're perfect and still would die for Type, but girl Tharn should have never let you hit it ever again. Never ever. Jesus be some self esteem for Tharn.

Type. How are you gonna agree to be casual fuck buddies just fucking the hornyness out of each other and then make a date with your girlfriend two seconds later. ~cause he's a FUQBOI and they're all the same~

HOW ARE YOU GONNA GET A TEXT FROM YOUR GIRLFRIEND WHILE YOUR NOT BOYFRIEND BOYFRIEND IS LITERALLY ON TOP OF YOU. Oh my gosh I need literally both of these idiots to do better and want more for each other.

I am literally going to FLAY Type alive right now cancelling on Tharn's gig. "I'll ask her to be my girlfriend" while you literally have a man in your bed. TYPE. TYPEEE. I am two seconds away from looking up his government name on wiki because I need to say it all. This whole painful ass convo where Tharn was STILL IN TYPE'S BED. Legit was saying out loud to my laptop "leave his bed! Get out of that bed!" Oh my gosh. Disasters. Idiots. Losers. 

Puifai is so cute and she looks all cute dressed up for her birthday and I just feel bad for her because it was never gonna be you Susie. He's just straight up wasting this girl's time. On a date with her ON HER BIRTHDAY being like "Tharn might like this restaurant." Wasting her time. Going to her place like he's gonna smash like he ain't think of his MALE roommate and fuck buddy not twenty minutes before.

See aforementioned: Don't Fall In Love With A Homo by Jonny McGovern.

Okay see Type. Baby. You couldn't have had your Big Homo Feelings before you wasted Puifai's entire time. And then you go and get in Tharn's bed. ~cause you're hot and your cold you're yes and you're no you're up then you're down~ This is very cute and sweet and I genuinely love them, but I am Tharn's homegirl and I don't forgive Type for missing his show. 

Puifai does not deserve this. She is still in her birthday cute outfit crying and Type really just wasted her entire time. Just straight up wasted. Men will do it to you every time. She's crying and getting blocked and he's getting dicked down by the person he wanted and had the whole time.

Type looking shook that Tharn wanted to break up with him. Like no shit baby. You did literally everything but the sex wrong. I love this dumb idiot.

Type looking at his sleeping boyfriend when his dad asks if he has a girlfriend. 

I am very pleased with these 6 episodes. Onward to the next 6!

#tharntype #regular clyde #like I am genuinely so pleased with this show #but I like problematic things #I'm a product of the ain't shit 90s/00s

[bjornswoman]

Best friends

Requested by none.

Author's note: Hey guys! This was meant to be posted before the one with Ivar, but it wasn't ready. Guys, I am thankful for your support. Thanks for 240 followers. You guys are the best! I hope you enjoy this and take care!

Pairing: Modern!Hvitserk x Reader

Genre: Modern!au, drama, romance, fluff.

Summary: You and Hvitserk are best friends, but that's not the only thing he is for you.

Warnings: None.

You sat down on the couch next to Sigurd, he seemed to not having fun and you wanted to change that. He hated that infamous party his brother hosted. They invited people that he didn't like and the worst part was that women seemed to be interested in Ivar and not him. Even you the closest thing to his sister, preferred Ivar over him. That happened only because you were Hvitserk's best friend and Hvitserk was close to Ivar.

"Ohhhh come on Sigurd! You are in a party, you have to dance and drink, not sitting here and thinking about boring things!" You said and passed him a drink. Gods knew what it was. Ubbe had given it to you and this man drank a lot, but Hvitserk was worst. You looked around through the crowd just to find your best friend, but he was nowhere to be found. You downed your shot and turned your eyes to Sigurd. "Where is your brother?" You asked, trying not to sohnd bothered, upset or anything. He turned to you and raised his eyebrow.

"I have four brothers, (Y/N). I hope you are not talking about--" Here we go again. If you didn't stop him, he would start again talking about his hate for Ivar and he wouldn't finish until the Ragnarok's day.

"Sorry my bad. I mean Hvitserk! I want to find Hvitserk." You said and his mixed expressions of confusion and anger, replaced by a mischievous grin. You rolled your eyes, because you knew what he was about to say. He would say what everyone said. That was that both of weren't just best friends but something more and blah blah blah.

You had felt something more since you high-school but you didn't dare say a word. You would never risk to love Hvitserk, because of this. You wouldn't bear it. It was painful for you to see him laying with all that women, but you were keeping it to yourself. Of course, Bjorn, Ubbe, Ivar and even Sigurd had noticed. They knew you too well, you grew up together. They kept saying that you were meant to be together and that he liked you back, but didn't believe then. They just said all that to conform you. You knew that he hadn't loved anyone else apart Margrethe in high-school and she broke his heart because she chose Ubbe, between them two and Ubbe chose you between Margrethe and you.

Yes it was true, you and Ubbe were together. You tried and sex with him was good, but it didn't work out. Plus that it was then when you had realized that you had feelings for Hvitserk.

"Don't say it! It isn't true!" You said fast. Before he react, Ubbe came closer to you and his brother and sat on the couch next to you. His hands placed on your waist and he pulled you on his lap. That was one of his lots of games. One of his hands laid on your belly and the other held his glass of whiskey. His heasd laid on your breasts and you tried to pull away, not because you felt uncomfortable, nothing like that, but he was way too drunk right now. That man didn't know how to stop when he started drinking. All his family had that problem. "Where's your brother?" You asked him and he lifted his head. You could see on his face the exact same smirk that had formed on Sigurd's some moments before. Of course he had understood who you were asking about. You were asking about the one you already did.

"I don't really know. Last time, I saw him he was taking some chic in his room, but that was about an hour ago." He answered and you felt that pain in your chest again. After all this time your were used to it. His lips guided on your neck and he left a kiss there, as any other time. He was your ex, but things had never been complicated between you two. Except one time. It was that time, you had slept with Hvitserk. Actually, both of you couldn't recall anything of that night. You only knew what happened in the morning. Both of you woke up naked on his bed. It wasn't like you hadn't slept together before, you had, but without sex. None of your was really sure if you had or not sex that night, you would never. Only the Gods knew about it. Anyway, after this night and the following morning, you felt embarrassed towards all them, because his brothers started mocking you when they found out.

"Eww, get a room you idiots!" A very familiar voice said and you turned to see your favorite person in all Midgard. He was with some girl, his hand was wrapped around her waist. Your eyes moved on him and then on her. "Oh, this is Susie." He said and you tried to force a smile on your face.

"It's Lora." She spoke and Ubbe laughed. You turned and looked at him, frowned.

"Anyway. I see Ubbe, you are stealing my favorite girl from me." He said and took his had off Lora's waist. She left, but he didn't seemed to care. Probably, he had already laid with her. If he didn't there were a lot of women inside this house, he would find someone to lay with, it was easy for him. His hand travelled on your wrist and pulled you up. You stood up and he pulled you closer to him. Your back collided with his chest and his hands moved on your hips. "You know Ubbe..." He started saying, as his head lowered. "I have shared women with you in the past, but not this one. (Y/N) is only mine. My sweet best friend." He said and his mouth met your bare shoulder. He started kissing you there and he started moving closer to your neck. He smelled alcohol. He drank way too much, but you didn't mind. You drank as well. This scene wasn't something that hadn't happened before. When you were at parties and he wasn't busy with his women, he left hickeys and other little marks on your body. It was one of your usual games.

"She was mine at first, you know brother." Ubbe said laughing and stood up from the couch. He came closer to both you and his brother. Hvitserk laughed as well.

"Nah, she wasn't bro. She just laid with you sometimes. The bond we have, none of can hane with anyone." Hvitserk responded and sat on the couch. He drew you on his lap and Ubbe smirked.

"I know that brother." He said and then left. Probably to go find some woman. Lothbroks attracted women like magnets attracted metals.

Hvitserk smiled and pressed his lips on your neck again. He kissed and bit you hungrily. You were just laughing. He acted like a child when someone was going to take his ice cream off his hands. You were the ice cream. His hands were placed on your lower back and yours were the fabric of his shirt that covered his shoulders.

"You know that Susie or Nina or whatever, was pretty loud and it was kind of hot, but that laughter of your can't be compared to anything, because it's the best sound I have ever heard." He said within the kisses and you blased. It wasn't the first time he said things like that, but this one was cute and Hvitserk wasn't used to say that kind of things. He was sweet most of times, but he was flirtatious, not cute.

"Her name was Lora, Hvitserk." You said and he laughed. He stopped kissing or leaving marks on yiur neck and looked at you. That playful green eyes were glowing in the dark of the room. You were kind of away from the neon lights of the living room where people were dancing insanely.

"Who cares." He just said. "Come on, dance with me." He spoke and you shook your head, answering no. Hvitserk wasn't taking no as an answer never. You have been doing whatever he wanted, but you had never complained about that, you liked it. You left his lap and sat down on tge couch next to him. Sigurd was nowhere to be found. Maybe he had finally found a girlfriend. He was alone a lot of time after the Margrethe fiasco. A mischievous smirk formed on his face and he stood up. His hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you up to him. You stood up, laughing again. "You can't really refuse to me anything." He said and you kept laughing. That was true. When it came to Hvitserk, you lost any kind of control.

Within some minutes you were in the living room and dancing with all that people. Hvitserk's body was stuck with yours. Your back was touching his chest, as his hand was wrapped around your belly and was caressing you. His mouth was right above your neck, his breath were hitting mercilessly your neck. Your body was moving slowly before him and his followed your pace.

"I'm already high enough....." He whispered to your ear and your body shivered. His hand travelled on your hip and rest there. Your eyes turned to see him, as much as you could, because he was behind you. "I only got eyes for you..." He kept whispering. You closed your eyes and let your head fall on his chest. You hadn't danced with him like this never again, but you liked it. When you two danced before, he didn't use to touch like that or whispering the lyrics in your ear. Yeah, he left marks on your neck, but that was it. He just marked your neck, or kiss it. His lips had never touched yours. Except that night. You didn't really know what happened back there.

"Hvitserk....." You moaned, more like sighed his name and he smiled. His hand, that was on your hip, turned you around to face him and you opened your eyes to look at him. That same hand pulled your body closer to his. Your lips were inches away from his. His hand travelled down at the edge of your dress, at your thigh. You opened your eyes and looked at him frowned. His green eyes were gazing at yours. He caressed your thigh softly like it was silk. "What-what are you doing?" You said but it was really difficult for you to, because of his hands moving up to your inner thigh. You had stopped dancing and you were just standing there between all this people.

"Shh, I know that you want it as much as I do." He whispered to you. It was true you wanted it but not like that, not as an one night stand. You wouldn't dare to see him like that. Your friendship would be destroyed. Actually, it was. It had been destroyed since the moment you realized you were in love with him. His hand touched your wet panties, but you stopped him and pulled yourself away from him. You wanted him, you loved him, but it was wrong. This would hurt you, he would and you would lose him, forever. That was the most painful part of the story.

He looked at you frowned. Bjorn, Ubbe and Ivar told him that he should make his move on you. They claimed that you were heads over heels for him, as he was for you. Yes people, Hvitserk Lothbrok the infamous womanizer was in love with his best friend, you. He had understood that when he saw you with Ubbe. He felt jealousy took over, his favorite brother seemed like an opponent he had to beat for you, but he never really did anything. He hid deep inside his heart his feelings and you never understood their existence. His brothers needed to do something, all these years none of you dared to say anything about what you really felt, but it was time.

He wasn't good with words, at least when it came to you. He couldn't find the right words, so he let his instincts take over. He tried to let you know that he wanted you by his way, but he failed.

He cursed his brothers and even more himself. Obviously, you didn't feel what he felt and he wasn't drunk enough to stop think about it. He was drunk but sober enough to make his move.

You were some steps away but your eyes were still at his green ones. He didn't dare to look at you even once after this, he just turned to leave.

"What have you done?" You whispered to yourself, trying way too hard not to cry in front of the happy crowd. You had to talk to him. You had to say the truth. Nothing would be the same after this night. Maybe you thought that the night that you didn't really know what happened was the worst, but compared to this moment it was nothing. "Fuck!" You said and you run the way he had taken. You had to catch up, you had to tell him everything he needed to know. You found Sigurd outside their private living room. They didn't let anyone that wasn't part of their family or friend, get in there. You were about to storm in, but Sigurd stopped you.

"It's not a good idea to get in there. You just refused him, (Y/N). Only the Gods know how much he loves you and he was about to tell by his own way. Now that I am thinking about it--" He started rambling, but you weren't in mood to listen he just spilled that Hvitserk loved you.

"What did you just say?" You said shocked, trying not to scream, out of happiness. Actually, you wanted to cry and scream and curse you at the same time. How fool you acted. You should have known. Hvitserk had never attempted something like this before. "Now, I am definitely getting inside there and you can't stop me. If yiu try, I'll hit you and you know were." You said and he groaned. He stepped back and let you reach the door. He knew well enough that you meant every word you said.

"You can get in. Anyway, they didn't really say that Hvitserk was going to tell you. I am the one who learns about their secrets at last." He started rambling again and you rolled your eyes. You took a deep breath and entered the room. You found Hvitserk drinking and Ubbe looking at you, as you closed the door.

"(Y/N)--" Ubbe started but your voice stopped him.

"I want to speak with Hvitserk, can we?" You asked and Ubbe left the room. When you were alone you sat down on the couch next to him. "Sigurd told me about your feelings. I didn't know, Hvitserk, I thought back then that you were just drunk and wanted to lay with me. If I knew, I wouldn't pull back." You said and he turned his eyes on you. They seemed upset and that was because of you. "I love you, Hvitserk, but I didn't dare to say it to you before. I thought you didn't feel the same and I was afraid that if told you, I would lose and I didn't want that. Do you understand me now?" You asked. He had already come closer to you. His hand met your cheek and your own hand wrapped around his wrist. He came closer to you and pressed his lips on yours. His free hand wrapped around your waist and pulled your body close to his.

"I knew that I was in love with you when I saw my brother touching you. I couldn't control myself back then. I felt angry and jealous. I didn't like him being so close to you, but I could do nothing. I thought that for you I was your best friend and I tried to see you like that, but I didn't succeed." He said. His hand was caressing your cheek softly and you were smiling. You couldn't stop. You felt like all this was just a dream, that would disappear when you open your eyes.

"Well, nearly then I understood too. When you found your way with Margrethe after Ubbe broke up with her. I was so jealous, that was the main reason I gave in to Ubbe." You whispered, as his lips were coming closer to yours. He was about to kiss you, but you stopped him. He was frowned but the smile was still on his face. "I think we should thank Ubbe for that, because he is the reason we acknowledged our feelings." You continued and let him came even closer. His lips were just inches away from yours, his hot breath fell on them. He drove you crazy with just that. He hadn't even touched you yet.

"Baby, he just helped us a little bit. We have all the credit for this." He said and pressed his lips on yours. You waited a really long time for that kiss and it was even better than everything you had been imagining all these years. His lips tasted like whiskey. You placed your hands on his shoulders, lifted your body and sat on his lap. You felt his smile on your lips an smiled too.

His hand moved on your knee. He lifted it slowly up to your thigh but you stopped him once more before he touch you. You pulled away from him and he looked frowned.

"Don't you think that it is too early for this?" You asked and he smiled again. His hand travelled on your waist and placed you closer to him.

"Nah. We have waited mang years for this. We deserve it." He whispered to your ear and kissed your next. His eyes met the marks he had left on your neck before and a wide smile formed on his face.

"I mean you haven't even taken me on a date." You said and was about to say something else but he stopped you. He placed your body on the couch and stood up. A childish smile formed on his face, you looked at his comfused. You could say that he had something on his mind and that was scary.

"Come on! Let's get out of here! I am taking you on a date." He exclaimed and you laughed along with him. You stood up and walked close to him.

"You know that it's four AM, right?" You asked his and he smiled. He left a kiss on your lips and grabbed your hand. He started running down tge hallway and then the stairs dragging you with him. It reminded when you were children, he used to do that. He grabbed you by your hand and run all the Lothbrok's mansion along with you. You were laughing loudly, that was what you were doing this time. "Hvitserk!" You screamed laughing. "Where are we going?" You asked him when you were outside his house and it was silence enough for him to hear you.

"I told you we are going on a date." He spoke. He wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You were laughing and walking together.

This was definitely the best night of your life.

That's the song I used in the dancing scene.

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[all-my-love-for-harry]

Don’t shout.

summary: Harry doesn't know what to do after he lied to Y/N.

word count: 1.7k

based on these requests:

"fuck i didn’t mean to send that haha okay for ‘shy little boy’ can u do something where yn and harry fight over him going to a girls house while on tour (but she’s a friend) when he gets back home yn ignores him bc she found out n stuff (the kid is not home i can’t remember his name srry) hope this makes sense"

and

"How about when Harry and y/n fight and Artemis thinks they are going to break up but he doesn't want Harry to leave him. I love you writing. Artemis is sooo cute uWu."

and

"hey idk if you’re taking requests but i was wondering if you could do one where you and harry get into an argument where he makes you cry and artemis sees and gets mad at harry and won’t talk to him until harry apologizes to you,, ty !!"

and

"where y/n and harry have there first big fight"

and

"For the my shy little boy series, could you do one where y/n and Harry fight about something and Artemis gets upset at one of them as well?"

a/n: had to change the requests a bit but i hoped they worked together!! I enjoy writing angst so i liked doing this one :)

you can find more of my shy little boy here

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Y/N was never one to pick up a fight. She was the type of person who preferred bottle up her feelings, most of the time. Usually she didn't have drama in her life aside from the occasional four-year-old tantrums and stuff, but then again she hasn't dated anyone in what felt like years. And she has never dated a famous person before, so every day she learned something new.

Like how trust is the most fundamental part of a relationship. She couldn't believe every little thing that was put in the internet about him, as eighty percent of it was all fake information. So she always trusted Harry and waited for his side of things before jumping to any conclusions.

However, this time, she couldn't do that. Not when dozens of pictures of him leaving one of his ex-girlfriend's house with the same clothes from the day before where all over the internet. She couldn't care less about that part, to be honest. What she was hurt about was the fact that Harry told her he was at his hotel and wasn't going to go out that night.

She knew Harry had friends, a lot of them were women. And she was no one to tell him who he could and could not hang out with. What she felt betrayed about was that he lied about it.

Now, Y/N considered herself a very mature person. But this time she allowed to feel angry and ignored every call of Harry's, not being in the mood to talk to him after she saw those pictures.

When he was back to London, he already had figured what was the problem. And he couldn't blame Y/N for ignoring him either, so as soon as he landed, Harry went straight to Y/N's home, determined to give her an explanation.

Y/N opened the door, raising an eyebrow at him but let him in anyway. She turned around and walked to the kitchen, completely ignoring him. Harry closed the door behind him and followed her, knowing her silence was anything but a good sign.

"Where's Artemis?" He asked softly, trying to make small conversation.

"His room." She murmured, raising a glass of water up to her mouth to drink from it.

"Are you mad at me?" He already knew the answer, but he didn't know how to bring up the subject. All he received was a bitter laugh from her. "I'm sorry..."

"For what? Because you lied to me or because you got caught?"

"Caught? Nothing happened, Y/N."

"Then why did you lied to me?!" She almost slammed the glass on the kitchen island, growing really angry. "Why you didn't tell me you were with her?"

"I didn't want you to be mad." He murmured, like a little kid who was being scolded.

"And how do you think i am right now? Uh?" Crossing her arms over her chest, Y/N stared at him. "I trust you, Harry. Every day, all the time. All i ever ask from you is honesty. What happens when i can't even get that?"

Harry panicked for a second, not knowing if she was going to break up with him over this. "Please, tell me how i can make it better."

"Start with telling me why you lied." She demanded. "And don't say because you didn't want to upset me because i'm not buying that. I called you the night before those pictures were taken. You told me you were at your hotel room, was that even true?"

He nodded furiously. "I was at my room when i called you. I swear."

"You told me you were gonna take a shower then you'd call again to wish Artemis a good night, but you never did. Harry, i called you, three times and you didn't answer. Here i was thinking you were so tired of working you fell asleep when in reality you were at you ex's house doing god knows what!" A single tear rolled down her left eye, breaking Harry's heart.

"She called me. She had broken up with her boyfriend and needed a friend." He said. "We drank a little, that's why i couldn't drive back to the hotel. I slept in her couch. Nothing happened, baby, you have to believe me."

"I'm not worried about you cheating, Harry. I worry about you lying to me. How can i trust you if you don't tell me the truth?" More tears fell from her eyes. "I don't want to be that type of girlfriend, but i thought we could tell each other everything."

"And we can, god, we can. I'm sorry, so sorry, baby."

 "Were you still going to tell me even if those pictures didn't come out?" She asked. Her lip was trembling as she waited for him to answer, however, Harry stayed silent. "That's what i thought."

She tried to walk out of the kitchen, but Harry wrapped his hand around her wrist gently, stopping her from leaving. But Y/N was too hurt right now to react properly, so she snapped. "Don't!"

"Mummy?" A much smaller, scared voice was heard, making both adults swallow hard. "Why are you crying?" Artemis was confused when he saw the tears on his mother' face, but then his eyes landed on Harry. Under any other circumstances, he'd jump on his arms, excited he was back home. But he was quick to put two and two together, and he instantly blamed Harry for his mummy's tears. So he furrowed, stepping in front of Y/N to take a good look at her.

"Hey, baby. Were you there long?" Y/N asked him, running a hand through his soft curls. Artemis shook his head. He didn't heard much, and what he heard he didn't understand. Just that his mum was shouting and Harry was apologizing for something. "Let's go back to your room, okay?"

She took his hand and guided him back to his room, staying with him for a little bit to show him she was okay. She knew Harry wouldn't leave, especially not after a fight, but she wasn’t sure she could keep fighting with him once she came out.

Harry made the decision to make lunch for them, hoping Y/N would be willing to talk to him. He knew Artemis was now mad at him too, and Harry felt so bad for upsetting his two loves. God only knows how protective Artemis is of his mum.

He didn’t even know why he couldn’t answer Y/N’s last question. He didn’t think paparazzi would take pictures of him entering and exiting his ex-girlfriend’s house, or that Y/N would react in that way. But he also understood how bad it looked from her perspective.

“You’re still here.” He heard her voice from behind.

“I’d never leave while we’re like this.” Harry turned to look at her, furrowing when he saw her red eyes. “I never meant to upset you.” She nodded, staying quiet. “I know how the world makes it look every time I’m out with someone from the opposite sex, I’ve been targeted as the biggest player for that.”

“Those things are not true.”

“And you know that. But… in my past relationships, they didn’t believe me. They’d automatically assume the worst, that’s why I didn’t want you to find out. I didn’t want the opinion you have of me to change. I’m truly sorry.”

Y/N sighed. She looked at him in the eye and could see how vulnerable Harry was allowing himself to be right now, how honest and regretful his eyes looked.

“You’re a good friend, and a good boyfriend. That’s what I think of you. Harry, you don’t have to lie or hide things from me. I know nothing happened, I trust you in that. Just, please, be honest with me. I don’t want to find out of things when there’s already millions of pictures online, I want to hear the truth from you so we can save arguments like these.”

Harry nodded furiously, again. “I promise, it won’t happen again. I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you.” She stated. Harry walked towards her and pulled her for a tight hug, squeezing her close to his chest and sighing in relief. “But Artemis is kind of upset too.”

“I should go apologize to him too. We shouldn’t have been fighting with him in the house.”

“Go talk to him, I’ll finish this.” She pointed at the almost done meal Harry was cooking.

He obeyed, making his way towards the little boy’s room. The door wasn’t entire closed but he still knocked before entering. “Hey.” He said softly, but Artemis didn’t answer. “I’m sorry you heard that, monkey.”

“You made my mummy cry.” He stated, crossing his little arms across his chest, looking exactly like Y/N while doing it. “You have to apologize.”

“I already did, kiddo. Mummy and I have talked, now I want to say sorry to you, for upsetting you.” Harry knelt in front of him.

“Are you gonna leave?” He said, his mood drastically changed as his eyes filled with tears.

Harry was confused by the question, but was quick to assure him. “Of course not. Everything’s fine, monkey. Adults fight sometimes, but I’m not gonna leave, ever.”

“That’s what my teacher told Susie but her dad doesn’t live with her anymore.” He rubbed his eyes with his little fists, whipping his tears.

“But that’s not us, Artemis. I’m here, do you see? I’m never gonna leave you or your mummy.”

“Promise?” Artemis offered him his right pinky and Harry wrapped his much bigger one around it without hesitation.

“You have my word.”

They hugged, Artemis wrapped his little arms around his neck, applying a little pressure as he was still afraid Harry would leave him. But in response, Harry just squeezed him closer to him. He sat on the floor with Artemis on his lap, letting him calm down as he cooed at him.

“I love you.” Harry barely heard the words, as Artemis spoke above a whisper, still pressed to Harry’s tattooed chest.

But he still heard. And he couldn’t help the dimpled smile from appearing on his face. He loved this boy more than he could ever begin to describe, and the reassurance that the feeling was mutual was always something Harry loved to hear.

He kissed the top of his head, brushing some blonde curls out of his small face so he could look directly at his hazel eyes. “Not as much as I love you.”

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[mymarifae]

sorry if you’ve already done this but thoughts on ralsei?? people seem quite divided on him

omg ralsei. love that lil thing

the divide on his character makes me a little sad because omg. guys. he's not a mastermind with evil ulterior motives. look at him. he's a cotton ball. YEAH he's hiding something, absolutely definitely 100%, but skfjfjfkfjgjs he's another weird slightly off-putting 16 year old with too much responsibility/knowledge thrust upon him. he just wants friends

if he comes out at the end of ch7 or something like "MWAHAHA i was the bad guy all along !!!!!!!" i think susie would just be like "? no you're not. get back here." and he'd be like "yeah okay. sorry." and that would be the end of that!!!!

i think his kindness is very very genuine... he's beyond ecstatic to meet susie and kris and finally talk to someone his own age - he's been alone!! for his whole life. and for this reason, he doesn't. get It. he doesn't understand the nuances and complexities of friendship and he doesn't get that kindness can take a lot of forms, and that servitude =/= kindness. he's learning though, and he's learning pretty fast. i think we're going to see ralsei go through a lot of changes. i've talked about this before though

now, like. he's hiding Something. i kinda refuse to believe it's out of maliciousness. i think it's more likely he's not aware that he's hiding something, orrrrr there's just some pieces of information that we, the player, cannot know about just yet, or maybe not ever should we prove ourselves unworthy of the knowledge. if he's purposefully concealing something from us, i think it's probably stuff he discusses openly with kris whenever we go off to watch susie.

he. knows a lot. a lot more than a kid his age should know. he knows about us and he knows the controls of the game. and then there's his damn prophecies - angel's heaven and the roaring... two very different events. the fact that he never elaborated on what the angel's heaven Is stresses me out a tiny bit, and i can't help but assume it's what happens when there's not enough darkness to balance out the light, and you know like. im concerned. and, hey, ralsei, who opened castle town's fountain? why can it sustain darkners from every dark world? why don't YOU turn to stone outside of castle town? why do you know the layout of the school.

there are a lot of questions that i guess no one in game is asking, so idk if he would honestly answer if someone did ask, and he's not giving any exposition for our benefit....... maybe he thinks he doesn't have to; considering the power we've demonstrated to him, why wouldn't we already know these things? idk. i assume he's had a considerable amount of contact with gaster. or at least someone else close to gaster.

i've seen the theory that gaster reached out to jevil and spamton with the intent to give them the knowledge to be third-wall-breaking guides for kris (and us), but neither could handle it and thus were failures, and ralsei was a Success. im not sure how to feel about it. i just can't like... gauge the probability? i don't think we've seen enough of the game.

but i do think it provides a very interesting foundation for both jevil and spamton's characters... gaster looked at both of them and thought they had the potential to be what ralsei is. makes you wonder what they used to be like, if you think about it in these terms, and why ralsei was able to handle all this life-shattering information while they couldn't. i don't think ralsei is okay with ANYTHING he knows by any means, but he's certainly got a better hold on it. at least for now 😐

anyway i love ralsei. i dont think we're going to get a master plan reveal from him at any point but i do think there's a good chance we'll see him Snap . if anyone's gonna say fuck (uncensored, i guess) in this game it's going to be him. like he'll just get a little fed up. he wants his own life and he wants to eat cake with his friends and he wants to take a NAP and none of this is fair and just leave him alone already !!!!!!! for fuck's sake. and susie's like RALSEI?????

#about the theory that jevil and spamton were meant to be Guides like ralsei #i dont think ralsei is the only success. if any of this ends up holding any water #like hey....... seam is like....... right there........ and seam knows what the light world is like too.......... #and seam is a similarly guiding force for us.....providing context and nudging us in the right direction....... #just saying. #mailbox #thanks for asking anon i love talking about deltarune :) the kiddos make me happy

[hobbitingryffindor]

Don’t respond after 9 pm

So I've never written fanfic before, but apparently, I'm pissed at Jane. Please be kind, but also let me know if I should continue. I have a few other rules and scenes in mind. I have no idea if this will grow into anything more. Constructive feedback would be great.

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Maura was ruminating. It was never good when she couldn’t get through her Saturday morning yoga session, but these days, it was becoming the norm. So after she finished her cup of tea, she locked herself in her yoga room, rolled out her yoga mat, and settled in with herself.

She had rules. They were new, and it was hard to keep to them some days, but they were there because she knew better. She knows she deserves more. She may not have had an attentive family growing up, but she knows her worth, or at least she’s gotten better at reminding herself. She knows what they have goes beyond friendship. She also knows it will never be more. Jane just keeps holding back the final piece of the puzzle. She could resign herself to a lifetime of this sexually charged and emotionally mediocre but never fulfilling relationship OR she could take a step back from Jane and a step forward for herself. But last night she forgot. She forgot the first rule she put in place almost a month ago.

1 - Don’t respond to Jane after 9 pm

Recognizing the anxious feeling that started in her chest, she told herself that it was a slip-up and it wouldn’t happen again. But she couldn’t help but grab her phone and reread last night’s messages.

10:36: J - Hey, you still up?

10:42: M - Just finished Bass’ enrichment and heading up to bed.

It had been such a simple response, it just floated out of her fingertips. She was so used to just always responding to Jane.

10:43: J- Enrichment? You can just say that you were in the sandbox hiding food for Bass to find.

10:44: M- Fine yes, I was reading his namesake’s new foreword in “Skeletal biology and bioarchaeology of the Northwestern Plains” while bass dug up the cactus leaves and strawberries I hid in his sandbox.

10:44: J- You make my night of watching the Sox lose seem like an exciting night

10:45: M- What can I say? We love to party over here.

10:45: J- I don’t know when it started, but you’ve gotten really good at sarcasm

10:46: M- You must be rubbing off on me ;-)

As Maura reread that line, she couldn’t help but cringe a little. She really couldn’t stop herself from going there last night, it was yet another small slip up, that showed how their friendship was always a little more than friendship.

10:59: J- I feel like I haven’t seen you at all this week, is the morgue backlogged?

11:04: M- It’s no busier than usual. Actually a little less so without a murder yet this month.

11:04: J- Give it time, Boston can’t go more than 2 weeks without a new murder. Have you been in court on other cases this week? I went to see if you could grab lunch a few times and I never caught you.

11:05: M- We must have just missed each other, I did lunch out of the office a few times.

11:07: J- You going to fancy places without me now?

11:09: M - Really Jane, any place that doesn’t allow jeans, you label as fancy. But no, a friend from my residency, Erica, did a few guest lectures at BCU. I caught one of her lectures and we had lunch a few times.

11:09: J- I see how it is, replacing me with other genii.

Reading this for a second time feels like a needle in her chest, last night it paralyzed her, she didn’t know how to respond. She wasn’t replacing Jane, per se. This was also the point last night where she realized her mistake in responding to Jane’s late text. Even now, she still isn’t sure she handled it correctly.

11:18: J- Any plans for tomorrow?

11:20 M- While genii is correct, you can just say geniuses, you don’t have to try so hard. And, no I’m not replacing you. I was planning on browsing Newbury St in the afternoon.

11:21 J- Great, so I’ll pick you up at 2, I’ll carry the bags and then we can hit up Eataly for dinner? We haven’t been there in a while.

11:25 M- That’s okay Jane, I know you don’t enjoy my long shopping ventures, you don’t have to come. And I’ve got dinner plans, I’m sorry. But I’ll see you Sunday night for dinner.

After that, it was radio silence from Jane. Even after all these years, all the social cues Jane’s helped her learn, she still doesn’t know how to read the silence. Last night she was torn. She wanted to hang out with Jane but didn’t. Now she had to live with rejecting Jane’s plans, and what felt like a rejection of Jane herself.

That’s what brought her here, meditating as the sun was rising, or trying to anyway. Maura shook herself out and realized she was going to need a little help this morning clearing her mind. So she opened up the Calm app and resigned herself to a guided meditation. Maura went through the motions of her day, finishing off with an overzealous stop at Diane Von Furstenberg’s on Newbury just because. She still hadn’t heard from Jane and was trying to tell herself it was okay, they were okay, they were just both adjusting to this new normal. Maura hadn’t figured out what this new normal was supposed to be, but she knew she was unhappy with how Jane and she were a couple in every way, except in the way that mattered. Their friendship was unhealthy as it was. If they were only going to be friends, Maura was going to start making space in her life for other friends and possibly a lover or two. She can’t pinpoint when it happened, but her very active and healthy sex life seemed to slowly dry up the closer she and Jane got.

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Dressed in her new Midi dress, and a brand new pair of St. Laurent sandals, she waived to Angela across the courtyard as she headed off to meet Erica. Driving to the Chart House, she couldn’t help but reflect and acknowledge that Eric’s timing was creating a good distraction for her. She and Erica had done their residencies together, they hadn’t been best of friends, but she was always warm to Maura and tried to include Maura in her social circle. A few years after Maura moved to Boston, she reached out when she landed in Providence doing a Post Doc Fellowship at Brown. They’d do dinner a few times a year, trade interesting journal articles, nothing special, but it was nice to have a friend outside of BPD. When BCU invited Erica to guest lecture for the week, Maura decided she’d just drop in on the first lecture, which led to a couple of lunches earlier in the week, and a celebration dinner as Erica was just offered a tenure track faculty position starting in the fall. Pulling up to the valet station, she decided that this was just what she needed to expand her social circle a bit. She’d enjoy her evening, celebrate Erica’s new position and enjoy the late spring evening.

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Like clockwork on Sunday around noontime, the Rizzoli’s started to filter into her home. Angela always led the parade, bringing groceries and starting the prep process. Over the next couple of hours Jane, her brothers, little TJ, Frost, Korsak, Kiki, and even Susie sometimes would wander in and fill her house. When she invited Angela to live in the guest house almost 4 years ago, she never thought it was going to be permanent, nor did she think she’d enjoy having her there as much as she does. For all of Angela’s meddling and snooping in Jane’s life, she’d been nothing but respectful of Maura’s boundaries and privacy. Maura treasured how their patchwork family considered her house their gathering place, when it was full, it felt like the warm home she yearned for as a child. The amazing dinners, even if sometimes unhealthy, were a vehicle for that love and inclusion Maura had spent over 30 years searching for. She’d found it with Jane and her family, but she still craves more. She wants more than a patchwork family, she wants her own family.

As Maura was finishing up working in the garden beds Tommy and TJ arrived. By the time she’d entered the kitchen freshly showered and ready for Angela to put her to work, she saw Jane and Frankie had joined Tommy in watching a basketball game. Maura greeted everyone while looking at the TV, she noticed no one was wearing a green jersey so she knew Boston wasn’t playing, which usually boded well for her couch and rugs. TJ was in his high chair feeding himself some plain pasta while Angela sang to him. Maura and Angela quickly fell into their rhythm with this week’s batch of Ragu simmering on the stove. By the time the lasagna was in the oven, Frost, Korsak, and Kiki had arrived and, Angela and Maura joined the gang in the living room to snack on some arancini before dinner.

While Maura and Angela always cooked, the most relaxing part of Sunday dinners was when Jane and Maura cleaned up. Never fail the boys would head out not long after dessert and the games were over. And Jane in her way of appreciating her mother would kick her back to the guest house for an early night, while she took charge of cleaning up the kitchen.

“Another glass of wine while you work?” Jane asked Maura while grabbing the bottle

Maura just put her glass in front of Jane while nodding for more. The pots and pans were washed, the dishwasher had already started its cycle and Jane and Maura were moving to the living room to straighten up before settling in to catch up on their week. Normally all this happened with a comfortable level of conversation between them, but tonight, there was a little more silence than usual. With blankets folded and the remote located, they settled into the couch, each sitting against an arm, facing each other.

“You know mom asked me how your date went last night, I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone” Jane started.

“It wasn’t a date, I told you I was going to dinner with Erica, she’s just accepted an offer at BCU.”

“No, you said you had lunch with Erica” with a slight hint of annoyance that only Maura could pick up on. “I didn’t know you guys were doing dinner, I thought you might have been hiding a new boyfriend from me”

“No, no new boyfriend Jane. Although that would be nice or maybe a girlfriend, I haven’t dated a woman since I first moved to Boston”

Jane nodded, her eyes a little bigger than normal, sometimes Maura could swear Jane forgot she was pansexual.

“What about you? You seeing anyone new?” Maura asked, mostly to take the heat off of her. She didn’t know what was worse, talking about her lackluster dating life or trying to appear supportive of Jane's dating life when all she wanted was to be the person dating Jane.

“No, although Frost mentioned his old college roommate is single. I can’t believe I’m even entertaining the idea of letting him set me up.”

“You should at least meet him, if Frost is setting you up, I’m sure he’s a good man.” Maura grinned through a fake smile.

“I don’t know” Jane responded, Maura saw the walls going up “ I don’t want to talk about dating. Is Erica going to move to Boston? You know you’ve never introduced us, are you scared I’ll embarrass you?” Jane half-joked, changing the topic.

“No Jane, you have to stop with the self-deprecating humor, you know I’m not embarrassed by you. And yes, she needs to finish teaching a summer seminar at Brown, and then she’ll move up here.” The next words fell out of her mouth as soon as they occurred to her “I should see if she wants to come to next Sunday’s dinner.” Seeing Jane’s small annoyance grow into jealously, she redirected. “She can meet everyone, but please don’t interrogate her for college stories. You already know I was weird and awkward, you don’t need more things to tease me about!”

Jane took the bait “Ohhhh, I didn’t even think of that! I wonder if she’s got pictures!!

Maura just rolled her eyes, relieved that the tension was broken. She really did want Jane and everyone else to accept Erica, she remembered what it was like moving back to Boston and not having anyone. The rest of the night passed quickly, Maura kept the topics to mostly work or Boston politics. Jane could rant about local politics for hours and it didn’t put Maura at risk of gazing at Jane like she wanted to take her upstairs. A little before 11, Jane sighed and made her excuses about getting back to Jo before she relieved herself on the rug again. Pre-rules Maura might have made some comment about how much wine Jane had and how she should stay the night. Post-rules Maura kept her mouth shut. As Maura locked the door behind Jane, she couldn’t help but hope that just maybe, with some delicate balancing, she’d be able to move on from Jane and keep her as a friend.

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Later that week Maura found herself at the Robber with the whole group, even Susie joined them. Maura was finding her new footing and it felt nice, it gave her a boost of confidence. Jane no longer acted as her interpreter when Frost made a joke, Korsak no longer felt the need to censor his dirty jokes and Susie actually had a pretty foul mouth once she had a few drinks. More than ever she noticed how breaking down her walls, allowed others to break their own down around her. She didn’t feel like Queen of the Dead anymore, she was Maura. As the night stretched on the table shuffled around a bit, Korsak left to meet Kiki, Frankie and Nina joined, Susie went home and Frost tried his luck with a pretty blonde at the bar.

Maura didn’t even notice how slowly Jane crept to her, close enough that her side was against Maura and her arm draped behind Maura across the back of the booth. But she did notice when the vibe between Jane and her started to mirror that of Frankie and Nina, right down to Jane ordering Maura another drink before checking with her. Maura and Jane were a couple, they couldn’t help it. The small touches, the laughing into each other’s sides, even the stolen glances. It no longer felt like hanging out, it felt like they were on a double date. It was too much for Maura, she excused herself to the bathroom to regroup. Looking at herself in the mirror, she scolded herself. She had to get out of there, she needed more distance. How could she possibly have her own relationship if she always ended up with Jane?

“I didn’t realize how late it had was,” Maura said marching up to the booth. “I’m going to head home. I’ll see you all in the morning? Those cultures should be ready by 10, I’ll page you when I have the report ready.” All of a sudden Maura infused a formalness into the air that wasn’t there before. Frankie raised his eyebrows but said nothing. It was weird for Maura to leave without Jane, or at least inviting Jane back to her house.

“I’ll leave with you” Jane started to get up.

“Oh no, that’s fine, I’m parked just across the street. I’ll be fine, stay, enjoy the rest of your beer” Maura responded with a slightly stern note. Jane nodded, “Party pooper, leaving me with these love doves” gesturing to Frankie and Nina, while they responded with mock offense. As Maura walked away, she didn’t see Frankie lean in and whisper to Jane.

Once Maura settled into bed for the evening she decided it was time for her to get out there. Even if it meant her joining one of those annoying dating sites. It was better to be trying than pining. Last week Erica had suggested How About We, it was worth at least signing up. She decided that it couldn’t hurt more than she was already hurting. While she hadn’t opened up to Erica about how frustrated she was with her’s and Jane’s relationship, she had expressed a desire to get out there more and Erica had offered a few bits of advice. If she couldn’t go to Jane about this, it was nice to at least have another friend to commiserate with about dating. As soon as she completed her profile, her phone beeped and a notification popped up on the screen.

11:17 PM

Jane Rizzoli

You awake?

Clicking her screen off, Maura put her phone on her nightstand and turned over for what would be a very uncomfortable night’s sleep.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzoli & isles #fanfic #Fanfiction #rizzles #rizzles fic #jane rizzoli #maura isles

[youllallriseintheink]

A Coven of Blood

Another light one this week. Next week I’ll finish “A Dark Revival.” But in the meantime, enjoy Susie and Allison as vampires!

Fair warning that the beginning is a little dark.

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Susie loved the night. Always had. Back in her cozy little hometown, she had loved taking moonlit walks whenever she couldn't sleep. Now, she lived in New York, where doing something terrible didn’t mean you were doing it to the butcher’s daughter from two blocks down, and the nights were a very dangerous time for a small, guileless young woman like herself.

It had been a few  years living before Allison had given Susie her nights back by allowing her a “free trial” of sorts on a special kind of midnight magic.

Tonight was a moonless night, which meant that Susie’s eyes were at their sharpest. She strutted through the bad side of town in the short, red dress she’d bought just for this occasion. With her enhanced hearing, she heard a man who seemed to be trailing her. She turned into the nearest back ally, went in fairly deep, and stopped. His boots crunched against gravel- he was running now, thinking this was his chance. He was closing in. Susie turned to face her would-be attacker- a tall, well-built man- grabbed his arm, and effortlessly threw him against a wall.

Closing in on the the terrified man, Susie exposed her fangs. She only preyed upon people who deserved it, and she liked to make them suffer a little. The fangs slid effortlessly into her victim’s neck, and before long, he was bled dry and lying limp on the dirty ground.

Now satiated, Susie made her instantaneous transformation into a bat and took to the sky. The apartment she shared with Allison was a way off, but it was faster to get there as the crow flies. With grace, she glided in through an open window and turned back into her human self.

“We’re going to be late,” Allison chided, but she was smiling. Allison was wearing a long, black dress that looked like it was from the Victorian era, but for some reason Allison had picked out a practical outfit for Susie and draped it across the bed.

“Sorry, I just wanted to have some blood in me for tonight. You know, since I don’t know what kind of test this is.” And what an important test it was. This was the test that would decide whether Susie was allowed to remain a vampire. “So, uh, what’s with the clothes?

“Don’t worry,” Allison assured her, “You’ll get to wear a dress there, but you’re going to want something to change into once it’s time for your test. Oh, and there’ll be blood at the party. Sorry I didn’t tell you that earlier. I’ll meet up with you downstairs once you’re all dressed up.”

Susie followed Allison’s lead on how to dress. Red lipstick, pale foundation, heavy mascara. She didn’t actually know how vampires tended to dress, but she wanted to fit in. When she met up with Allison, a cab was already waiting, and they got into the back seat.

“Not feeling confident about tonight?” Allison asked, noticing that Susie’s hands were shaking.

“Not really. Is it a hard test?”

“To be honest, I don’t know,” Allison answered, “I know what they’ll have you do, but I’m not a high enough rank to know how they grade things, or how much I passed by. Anyhow, for the rest of the car trip, I need you to wear this.” Allison produced a blindfold from her purse. “Only the initiated are allowed to know where we meet.”

Susie obeyed her, even though the blindfold made her even more nervous for the meeting. Allison did her best to keep her calm- holding her hand and making small talk as the drive went on. It was strange- she and Allison were always open with each other about the good and bad of being a vampire, but she always made it seem like the others were this unknowable, cloak-and-dagger group, even to her. Allison was a fairly low-ranking vampire, after all.

After forty minutes and a number of twists and turns, the cab stopped, and Allison took off Susie’s blindfold. They were at a beautiful house. The musty wooden door and window frames suggested that it was very old, but the marble shone- it was clearly very well-maintained, and looked big enough to house many families. It might have, for all Susie knew.

Inside of it, a dinner party was going on. There were dozens of people who had been transformed at every age. Men, women, middle-aged, young adult, and even some eternal children who dressed and acted as miniature adults. All of them were wearing Victorian clothing. As Allison had promised, there was blood, along with a number of other delectable-looking foods and drinks being served. Allison led Susie to a table with a few people sitting at it.

“So, you’re the new girl, huh? Allison’s convert,” one of them, a leather-faced old woman, asked Susie.

“Yep. That’s me!”

“Nice to meet you, Susie. I’m Viola. Transformed in 1893.”

“My best friend,” Allison explained, “We grew up in the same era.” With that, Allison and Viola started complaining about modern fashion compared to how it was when they were mortal. It was strange, Susie thought, how meaningless the appearance of age was here. A person who looked twenty-something could be completely cut off from modern culture, and an old, frail-looking vampire could outrun and outfight any mortal.

At the far end of the room, there was a table with two people sitting at it, looking over all the others like a king and queen. They were less humanlike than the others- sheet-white skin, pointed ears, yellow eyes, and even some small horns on the woman. They were most definitely the leaders, Susie thought.

About thirty minutes in to the dinner party, the woman tapped her glass with her spoon to get everyone’s attention.

“Good evening everyone,” the vampire woman began. In addition to looking unnatural, she was also the most beautiful woman Susie had ever seen. Unlike everyone else in their old-fashioned dresses, she was clad in a dark blue cloak and a modern red suit. “We have a new recruit in our midst. Will Susie Campbell and Allison Pendle please step up to our table?”

The two of them walked up to meet the woman in red.

“As I’m sure you know, Susie, we cannot let just anyone in if our secrecy is to last. We must ensure that you are doing this of your own free will, and that you are a proficient vampire. So. Do you, Susie Campbell, agree to be a vampire forever? Say no, and we can reverse the process entirely and void your memory of our existence. Say ‘no, and she forced me,’ and we’ll wipe her memories of you as well.”

Susie grabbed onto Allison’s arm. “I want to be a vampire forever,” she said.

The woman in red smiled. “Excellent. In that case, let the test begin. Allison will take the form of a cat and have ten minutes to run off into the city. Your job is to use all of your new powers to find and catch her. She won’t go easy on you, because you don’t have to catch her to pass, and you won’t necessarily pass if you catch her. This is merely our opportunity to evaluate your skills. In other words, it isn’t whether you win or lose- it’s how you play the game.”

“Best of luck,” Allison said before taking her cat form- that of a Siamese.

Minutes later, Susie was out in the streets. Even in her human form, her sense of smell was enhanced from a human’s, and the fact that she couldn’t tell where Allison was suggested that she was quite far away. She remembered to slip into an alley before taking her bat form- she wasn’t supposed to let mere mortals see her transformation. The next several minutes were spent flying from block to block, switching from bat form for its ease of movement to human form to try and detect Allison by sight or smell. Above her was a flock of ravens, bats, and moths- the vampires watching her.

Suddenly, a smell overwhelmed Susie. Cat’s blood. Would Allison actually go this easy on her? Susie’s stomach churned at the thought of what the elder vampires might think, but it would be worse to not to follow the clue. And so she followed it into a back alley. She could hear the hissing of two cats, fighting behind a dumpster. Not Allison, surely, but she ran over anyhow, and found that it was indeed two mangy strays, one of which was bleeding from one leg. Not her Allison. Crows cawed mockingly overhead. Susie squeezed her eyes tight and tried not to cry.

Mow, came the voice of a third cat, who had just jumped on to the rim of the dumpster. Susie lifted her head to look at it. Allison. She hadn’t gone easy on her- she’d disguised her smell to make things even more difficult. The cat jumped on Susie’s head and then took off down the back alley at a sprint. Susie took after her. She was gaining on her as she skidded out from the back alley and into the crowded downtown. It was no use. Allison reached a tree outside the back alley and began climbing it. Even with her enhanced strength, Susie highly doubted she could climb as fast as a cat, and with subtlety being one of the things she was being evaluated on, it probably wouldn’t help her pass, either. The cat lept from the tree onto the second-story roof of one of the shops. Susie knew now what she had to do.

Once she was hidden away once again in the the back alley, Susie turned to bat form once again and flew to the roof. The cat was there, waiting for her with glowing eyes. Once Susie’s feet hit the tiles, it bolted, and the chase was on. It lasted a good two minutes, with the two of them jumping from rooftop to rooftop, climbing when necessary. But she caught the damn cat in her arms, and none too soon- much further and the street would have ended, and knowing Allison, she would have jumped off the roof.

Two crows landed in front of Susie, who was still crouching with the cat in her arms, and they took human form again.

“Release the cat,” the man commanded, “we haven’t seen enough.”

The woman in red put a hand on his arm. “No. I think I have seen enough. Susie, Allison, you’ve done it. Let’s go back to the Estate. We’ll lead the way.”

With that, they did. Once they were back, Susie was given the potion that would make her vampirism permanent. Allison was given a dose, too, to represent that by bringing in a newcomer, she had gone up a rank in vampire society herself. The two of them stayed at the party until dawn came, knowing that they’d have eternity to spend together.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #susie campbell #allison pendle #allison x susie #vampires #my fanfiction

[formulanaughty]

How the fuck are you missus? Missing your presence online of late.

It's just after midnight Christmas morning here in Australia and I just wanted to check in!

g’day baby! (i’m sorry, i’ve always wanted to say it)

i’ve seriously missed you guys too. but y’all, mama got burnt. out. and it sucked. like the lost-all-interest-in-f1-and-writing-just-want-to-lay-on-the-couch-and-cry-about-it kind of burnt out.

the championship and ensuing drama really got to me. the constant bickering on my dash made me hate this site and i was questioning whether or not i even wanted to be an f1 fan anymore. so i distanced myself and said that absence will make the heart grow fonder. then i found booktok, spent a TON of time curating a massive TBR list, and now, after reading a handful of spicy 🌶🌶🌶 (idk why i’m censoring myself on my nsfw blog) novels, i’m feeling like myself again! i feel passionate about writing (to the point where i’m considering Doing The Big Scary Writing A Book thing), about all of this, again. it feels like a Christmas gift, tbh, refinding this adoration for smut. i missed it. i missed you guys!

anyways, i shouldn’t have asked for prompts when i did because it just piled on all of the things i was already feeling burdened with (and that’s my fault, not yours!). i have a massive desire to perform well for you guys, for lack of a better term, and this break has sort of helped me let go of that, if that makes sense. i’m not going to let myself feel pressured anymore by an expectation that i’ve made up, that isn’t there. i’m just gonna have fun with you all!! and that’s worth it.

so sorry for rambling! a very happy merry joyful christmas to you all ❤️ may an angry toto or a sugar daddy zaddy or a tower of DR and mr. vettel or a smiling susie or a shirtless george appear under all of your trees tonight 😌😚

#can’t get rid of me that easily!!! #thank you all for sticking with me ❤️ #it felt like losing a part of myself tbh #but I’ve re-found my love of reading and writing and now mama’s back 😚 #anyways I love you guys so much and your patience and persistence is so appreciated ❤️ #fn.answer

[itadoryryoken]

pyramid head x soft reader

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it’s eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that ‘Hell’ could look so…Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still…Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this…Everything…It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren’t sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone’s straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish’s head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness…It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn’t much, but if he had to, he’d rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul’s beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper’s actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold’ she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren’t surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn’t able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!’ she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor’s camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!’she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn’t exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You’re a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!’

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother’s lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone’s skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn’t help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard…

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

“H-Hey, u-uhm…Need some help?” she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. “Okay, uhm…I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I’ll go fetch it and I’ll come back for you. Don’t move.” she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. “…I’m sorry, ignore me, I’m an idiot.”she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. “Okay, I’m here, I found the vaseline! Let’s try to get you out of here.” Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. “If it’s not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can’t balance myself with both hands occupied, and I’d rather not fall.” she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost…Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

“Ouchie…” she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. “Are you okay?” she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. “O-Oh…! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you’re bleeding too! Hold up, let me help.” she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. “It may sting a bit, and I’m really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon.” her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then…“This is grandma’s marigold ointment. It’s really good, and it smells nice.” she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. “Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you’ll feel better very soon!” her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so…Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn’t matter how many hardships she’s been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh’ to its mamma sheep.

He couldn’t allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn’t understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

“Th-This sword is so heavy…H-How can you carry this around like that…?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore…Y-You really need a massage, I’m sure.” she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. “Hehe…You’re really strong. I’m embarrassed now.” she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn’t hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn’t feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

“O-Oh…! Thank you so much! You’re really kind! I really appreciate this…I-I know it probably doesn’t matter much to you, since you’ll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors…But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!” her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn’t talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth’ and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor’s camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. “Oh, but he wasn’t that bad. In fact, he’s much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!” okay, she’s lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she’s always been a bit…Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers’ camp. “How the hell did you manage to survive?!” they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. “Oh, you see…I found the hatch.” she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time…He seemed kinda…Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer’s camp, calling out the lonely one’s name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them…

“Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there…I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial…Here, this is a marshmallow. I don’t think you’ve had many before…Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in…So I hope this will make your day a bit better!” Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand…He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn’t wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

“Ah…! You liked it, didn’t you? Well…Next time, I promise I’ll give you more!” she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn’t talk, silence took over them - It wasn’t an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. “W-Well…I’ll guess I’ll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!” she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn’t out of fear or anything negative…It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it…She appreciated him.

“Thank you.” she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

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[justalarryblog]

📄 Hometown by @allwaswell16 (2k) | Not Rated

On the day Harry gets his driver’s licence, he drives through the suburbs, heartbroken that he can’t drive home to Louis.

📄 Overkill by @fivesecondsofmae (4k) | Explicit

Louis was never going to get over how fucking attractive Harry was. How glorious his big, tall, curvy body was. The feeling of Harry behind him, hot and heavy, trapped on the tube after they’d been somewhere during rush hour. His thick hands, full of pretty rings sometimes, handing Louis a cup of coffee, then getting one for himself.

Or Louis and Chubby!Harry are as close as best mates can be and clearly are in love. Time to take it to the next level.

Top!Harry smut and fluff.

📄 New Places, New Possibilities by orphan_account (12k) | Explicit

Harry has always longed for Louis from afar, never sure exactly what Louis wanted, or if they could even have what they wanted. Even though Louis would sneak into Harry’s bed every chance he could, they’d never gone further than cuddles and innocent kisses. But when the boys are finally away from home on their first visit to LA, things finally begin to change.

📄 In All Its Imperfections by @BriaMaria (15k) | Explicit

From: Louis Tomlinson

To: Undisclosed Recipients

Hello!

I’ve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if it’s yours!

Cheers!

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. “Oh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.”

The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head.

“What happened, mate?” Liam asked.

Harry just pointed to his computer.

Liam bent over Harry’s desk to read the email. “What? This isn’t bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?”

“Leeyum" he groaned. “It’s what’s on the list.”

“Oh,” Liam paused for a beat. “Is it dirty stuff?”

Harry nodded.

There was more silence. And then, “Dirty stuff with Louis?”

📄 If We Have Each Other by @pocketsunshineharry / ishiplouis (23k) | Mature

“When are you going to accept my offer to go out again? It’s been seven years and you’re still saying no to a fun night?” Niall complains.

“A night in with Mads is a fun night for me Ni, I already told you that.” Harry responds while serving a customer.

“You’re infuriating, I just want my best friend to go out with me tonight, is it too much to ask?” Niall pouts but all Harry does is chuckle and prepare the coffee machine for the double espresso the customer ordered.

“Playing the victim, are we now?” Harry is so used to Niall’s techniques. “Well, I have good news for you, Maddie is having a sleepover at one of her friends so tonight so I’m all yours.”

OR AU where Harry is a single father and a one-night stand is going to change his life forever.

📄 In Dreams by @dolce_piccante (23k) | Mature

AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

📄 Love Is on The Radio by @whatevertearsyou​ / perfectdagger (sincerelyste), @star_k (35k) | Explicit

“So Louis, who’s the lucky person that will not only get to see Arsenal and Manchester United facing each other, but will also possibly become your girlfriend… or boyfriend? I mean, that’s a good catch, to ask someone out like this on the radio. It will be hard to say no after this.”

“It’s, hm, his name is…” Oh boy, Harry was about to pass out, he couldn’t bear to hear what Louis would say. Susie was looking at him, worried eyes watching him from the till as she noticed that Harry had simply abandoned his cupcake duties. “Harry. Harry Styles.”

To win a pair of tickets to watch Manchester United playing, Louis may have possibly lied to Nick Grimshaw on the BBC Radio 1 Breakfast Show, asking Harry, his best friend, to be his boyfriend. Problem is - Harry has always been in love with Louis and so, this Valentine’s he’s gonna see his dreams come true, with a tiny bit of a twist, in order to watch the football team they have loved together since they were kids.

📄 That’s What I’m Here For by @taggiecb (46k) | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

Part 1 of Grace, Too

📄 Pinkies Never Lie by @alltheselights (83k) | Explicit

“I just think if we’re both into it and neither of us is looking for something serious, why not?” Harry asks, eyes soft and voice sweet. He pauses and gives Louis a moment or two to answer.

There are countless reasons why Louis shouldn’t agree to this, but in the end, none of them really matter. This will end with Louis in pieces, but he’s been in love with Harry for four years. There was only ever one answer.

“Yeah,” Louis answers finally, hoping his voice sounds normal. “Why not?”

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

Part 1 of Pinkies Never Lie

📄 Dress you up in my love by @LucyStarkid (103k) | Explicit

Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall’s bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself. ??Harry is a lawyer, his boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.

Featuring: Sophia as Louis’ colleague, with a somewhat unhealthy obsession with his love life, whilst being oblivious when it comes to her own. Liam as the ‘IT bloke from downstairs’ with the mother of all crushes on Sophia. Niall as Harry’s sport’s writer flatmate who spends most of his time making Harry’s life as complicated as possible. Zayn as Louis’ flatmate and lifelong best friend, whose cat, Noodle/Princess/Princess Noodle loves Louis more than it loves him. And Nick as Harry’s boss and one of Louis’ regular customers: is Imelda Marcos reborn.

📄 amaryllis by @hattalove (146k) | Explicit

“Where are we?”

“Um. A little while out of London?” Niall tries, seemingly the only one willing to not be mysterious and provide Harry with information, and. Oh.

“London London? As in, the capital of England London?” he asks, just in case he’d misheard.

“No, the other London,” Louis laughs, low and biting. He comes closer finally, the moonlight just enough to reveal a sharp-cut jaw and pale skin. “Sorry, Pup.”

Nobody’s ever called Harry a “pup”. Frankly, he finds it quite insulting, but he lets it slide to try and comprehend his current crisis.

or the one where harry gets bitten by a werewolf. louis is the mysterious not-quite alpha, liam and zayn have Things going on, niall is their token human, and together, they watch a lot of TV.

📄 This Multiplicity of Powers by @helloamhere (149k) | Explicit

Maybe in another universe he isn’t different. Maybe he hadn’t been given an impossible choice. Maybe he wouldn’t have lost everything and broken everything and then fallen impossibly, irrevocably in love with the first next thing that was kind. Maybe in that universe he doesn’t feel like he’s never breathing, always pretending, teaching the kids even though they all have to learn alone, trying hard not to read the headlines, and so afraid, every day, that he won’t be a good enough teammate to the superhero he can’t live without. He knows that love isn’t supposed to feel this way, slid secret under your skin like a surgical razor, an invisible war held close over the tender vein that keeps you alive. On the other hand, Louis wonders, had he ever known how to do it any other way?

Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside.

But this isn’t that universe.

//an X-Men AU.

📄 Have Faith In Me by @stylinsoncity (183k) | Mature

As the son of Anne Styles, millionaire owner of one of the world’s most luxurious fashion labels, Harry has spent his last seventeen years living in carefree extravagance. And now he’s grown tired of it, along with the pressure from his mum to follow in her footsteps and the constant care given to him by her past assistants.

When his mum’s newest assistant, Louis, moves into the guesthouse, Harry determines to be treated differently. To be treated like an adult. Except Louis is not at all what Harry was expecting…

This is a story about growing up, growing in love and having the faith to make it last.

📄 Built Memories by @fresharold (211k) | Mature

“It was a comet.

The boy saw the comet and he felt as though his life had meaning.

And when it went away, he waited his entire life for it to come back to him. It was more than just a comet because of what it brought to his life: direction, beauty, meaning.

There are many who couldn’t understand, and sometimes he walked among them. But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him, and his world would be whole again… And his belief in God and love and art would be re-awakened in his heart.

The boy saw the comet and suddenly his life had meaning.”

» where louis and harry after long years start over again. they’re strangers again and introduce themselves, they relearn what they already know and what they don’t know, come with new inside jokes, create new memories and give each other a second chance.

📄 Relief Next To Me by @dolce_piccante (333k) | Mature

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

✨You can also check my fic tags for more fics! ✨

[futurewriter2000]

Intricacy on strings - pt. 1

A/N: Tbh I already love this fic- writing it- love it. Can’t wait where this will take us. 

REQUEST: I know it’s a lot to ask but I absolutely love your work and I was wondering if you could do a Fred weakly series because I can’t find any good ones 😂 if you can’t thank you anyway:)

XX

“FrEd WEAslEy!” you mocked as you walked into the Gryffindor common room, plopping yourself on the sofa next to his brother. 

Fred raised his eyebrow, rolling his eyes as George beside you snickered. “Go on. Have your fun.” 

“Did yOU pUt thEEE rOsEmARY INTO the pOt?!” you continued to mock the previous session of professor Sprout, laughing as you did. “ROsemAry?!” you started to wave drastically with your hands, imitating professor as George beside you started to engage in your little game. 

“P-p-p-professor, I...I didn’t-”

“That’s not how I sounded!” Fred started to defend meanwhile you and George started to laugh outlout. 

“I didn’t know it was rOsEmAry?” George’s eyes widened, his hands over his heart. 

“RoOsemAary.” both you and George said in unison, holding into your stomach as it cramped from the laughter. 

Fred couldn’t help himself but laugh to it as well because indeed the imitation was too good and too true. “Don’t you have your own house to go to, Huffpuff?” 

“Don’t you have a rosemary to plant, Gryffsmith?” you mocked back, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back. 

That was the thing between you and Fred Weasley. The two of you were friends, best friends actually but the friendship was so twisted where the two of you could stab each other, crack jokes and mock. It was fun for both of you, especially for George who kept teasing the two of you of having too much chemistry and just make out already. 

Fred denied it. You denied it. It was a brother-sister kind of bond. It’s what it felt with them, though you had to admit that George was right. You did have more chemistry with Fred than you ever did with George but sometimes that is how the world turns. Some people are drawn together more than other people. 

Fred and you were currently looking at each other with a teasing look in both of your eyes. It was like a mirror, you and him; so similar but both living in completely different worlds. 

“So what’s in your plan today, Susie Poo?” 

“Frankly, you already know the answer to that, Bobby Bun.” you jumped on your feet and stretched your arms. “Go with the flow until I flow no more.” you furrowed your eyebrows at the sound of that, cracking your back and correcting yourself.  “Hold up- let me fix that. Go with the flow, period.” you winked at him, then turning to George and sending him a flirtatous kiss. 

George caught the imaginary kiss and put it in his pocket, meanwhile Fred snorted. “No kiss for me, darling?!”

You laughed and hugged him from behind, kissing his cheek. “Happy?”  

“Oi! I want that kiss too!” George now argued and you laughed. 

“I’ll switch it up next time, alright my boys.” you waved your hands and ran thought the portrait hole .

Fred couldn’t help himself but grin, touching the place where your kiss placed. George could see it so clear in his eyes and with that sly, overly-charmed grin on his brother’s face. 

“Oi, Freddie!” He called out and Fred’s head shot to him. “Hear that?”

“Hear what?” 

“Oh, sorry. I thought it was something important but it’s just the butterflies in your stomach screaming to tell her how you feel.” 

“Bog off!” Fred laughed, throwing one of the pillows at his brother. “I could never fancy her that way.” he rolled his eyes and his brother mirrored him. “She’s like a little annoying sister.” 

“Called my name?” Ginny walked to them, plopping on the chair next to them.

“Actually, I was just telling Freddie how in love he is in (Y/n).” George wiggled his eyebrows as Ginny smiled and glanced at Fred’s burning cheeks.

“Have he got it in his head already?” she asked and George shook his head. 

“Stubborn.” 

“Oh, shame.”

“I’m telling you we’re just friends!” Fred stood up, grabbing his bag and about to walk away.

“Heard McCartney is going to ask her out!” Ginny shouted and Fred stopped, turning around and shrugging.

“I’m sorry for him!” he ran up stairs and shut the doors behind him. He leaned himself on the door and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “We’re just friends. Why don’t people get that we’re only friends?” he muttered to himself, throwing himself on the bed and hearing something crumble underneath him. He rolled himself off the crumbled piece of paper, finding it’s a letter with your handwriting on it.

 Smiling to himself, he quickly opened it, not aware of the scent that quickly rushed into his nostrils. The fragmance of your parfume. 

‘ Dear Fred Weasley, 

I feel so fancy writing a letter like that but just wanted to tell you that you forgot your books at the library yesterday and since I’m such a good friend, I took them for you so if you want them back you know where to find me. Though I didn’t know library and you were such good friends.

Your dearest, best, most truest, lovable, most loyal, stunning HuffPuff 

P.S. I accidentally broke my parfume bottle so don’t get any love ideas or some rubbish. ‘ 

He snorted at the letter, looking at it and finding a small smudge on it’s corner, smelling it and finding the familiar scent so pleasing inside his lungs. He could just smell it forever but before anyone would come in the room and find him smelling a letter, he folded it and put it his nightstand drawer, chuckling to himself. “Weirdo.” 

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Humans Are Space Orcs, “ER”

Short story for Krill this morning. Hope you guys enjoy. 

Dr. Krill was back on Earth. He had no idea why he always seemed to end up in this insane hellscape, but here he was…. again. only the other day he had been caught out in an electrical storm while trying to commute his way to work, which he hadn’t particularly appreciated, especially not when massive balls of frozen ice came pelting from the sky with enough power to tear open skin.

Even the humans had been running for cover, and that was saying something.

He would very much have preferred a job where he wasn’t in constant danger of getting murdered by the elements on a regular basis.

But this was earth, one day he could be enjoying the sun, the next he was risking heat death, the next he was almost blown away by the wind, and the day after that he was almost whisked away by minor flooding.

Of course, it was either walking to work or taking public transit which was probably even more dangerous considering that it had humans on board. Humans who were half asleep, humans who were strung out on drugs, humans with children, humans with dangerous pets. Then of course there were the more than mildly xenophobic humans, who were, somehow, under the impression that Krill was there to still earthling jobs, which was not the case at all considering that he had volunteered him time for free.

Krill had no need of monetary compensation, to him, the work was the reward.

He leaned something new every day.

And now, with his current stint working in a human hospital, he was becoming even more acquainted with humanity… not entirely sure if that was in a good way or not.

OF course, Krill more than missed the simple life aboard the harbinger where most humans were relatively educated and competent, where most stupid injuries came about by overly idiotic actions rather than ignorance -- a point could be argued to which one of those things was worse, but, for the moment, Krill was under the impression that willful idiocy was still better than ignorance because at least they knew why they were stupid, and generally openly admitted it to krill whereas working with the general populace forced him to have to be patient and understanding towards people who just didn’t know any better.

Apparently telling people they are stupid to their faces is seen as off-color in the human medical world even though that is probably exactly what some of the people needed to hear.

Again, he found himself wishing for the harbinger, and for the return of the captain – the biggest idiot of them all.

He idly wondered how he was doing on his little trip across the universe.

He wondered how Sunny was doing exploring the human world on her own two feet/

He wished he knew when they would be back together.

The UNSC had given them extended shore leave, but they had never specified how long it was going to be seeming to hint that it was contingent on how the captain felt. Well Krill was under the impression the captain needed to get his ass back here so krill would stop having to pull things out of people’s butts.

 Speaking of pulling things out of people’s butts’ he was on ER rotation today. He found that the ER could be the most interesting, or the most infuriating part of a hospital. Just the other day he had led the surgical team that reattached someone’s arm, but then the day before that he had been in the ER to inform a woman that yes your shortness of breath likely comes from the run you just went on after years of never having exercised.

He took his clipboard and walked into the human waiting room.

He could write a paper on what sort of things it was important for a medical professional to keep in mind when treating humans. But here was an example of his typical day.

·         Isn’t this the second time I have seen little Jimmy in here for sticking something up his nose? I understand that he really loves playing with those toys, but you have to understand there is a reason the label says five and up. Yes, it would probably be best if you did not allow him around things he could get stuck in his face.

·         Your pregnant. Yes of course I am sure. I can do a blood test if you like. I know you said you are not sexually active, but I have looked at this blood test twice and a stick test twice and it says you are pregnant. Well what do you consider sexually active…. mmhmmm…. Mmmhmmm…. well I think it is probably my job to inform you that it is still sex even if the woman is on top.

·         You just…. fell on it huh? So, you were doing household chores…. Naked…. And you just so happened to slip and as you were slipping this item was magically vacuumed up into your colon. Mmmmm hmmm, quick question where was this potato located for you to have fallen on it like that? Well no sir, I am afraid that we probably won’t be able to get it out manually you are going to need a gastrointestinal specialist for that.

·         Yes sir, your chest pain probably has something to do with all the cocaine you have been snorting. Cocaine tends to do that to people.

·         Ok you are a diabetic trying to control your blood sugar. Ok, I am glad to hear that you have worked on toning down your sugar consumption, that’s good, but I am still very concerned about your sugar levels. This is far to high and I am extremely concerned. Let’s go through your diet and see what you have been eating. Have you cut back on soft drinks? Yes, and now you drink a lot of fruit juice…. ahh… I see. Well ma’am fruit juice just so happens to contain a lot of sugar which might be why your blood sugar is so high. Might I suggest drinking some water.

·         Ah finally, a real emergency. Yes, your grandmother’s breathing problems worry me greatly. Let’s get her back in to do an EKG, make sure nothing is gong on with her heart. I am glad you brought her in when you did.

·         Yes, little Susie is going to be fine. I am glad she knew how to use her epi-pen, excellent work Susie.

·         No, I don’t care that you have been waiting four hours to se the doctor. Your child has a mild stomach ache, their child is having intermittent seizures. No, I will not be calling the medical director in to see you about this.

·         Well that’s probably why it hurts so much. The condom is not supposed to cover the balls too.

·         No matter how much you deny your use of opiates, when you came in here you weren’t breathing and when I gave you Narcan you started breathing again, so I know where my vote is. Please try not to deny these things to your medical professional next time. It is not my job to call the cops. No, I am not going to rat you out. Yes, you could die if you don’t tell me about past drug use no matter what it is.

·         You got a WHAT in your WHERE. Why would you stick a toothpick in there? No sir generally most people are not ailed with an itchy urethra, in fact I am pretty sure that is not a thing. Look, I am not judging you sir, but please stop sticking pointy things up into places where they do not belong because you could cause permanent damage.

·         Ouch… now remind me again why you were trying o ride your skateboard down the stairs. And you openly admit that you are not good at skating…. Because you saw a video. I am very glad you know it was a dumb idea because at least I don’t have to say it.

·         Ma’am this says analgesic not anal-gesic, the pills are taken orally not as a suppository.

·         You have been bleeding once a month for ten years and you are just now coming in about that? I am sorry, but how old are you again. Yes, ma’am this is very normal, here let me get you a pamphlet to read, and if you have any questions feel free to ask one of the nurses.

·         So you don’t have any medical history. Well are you taking any medications. That sure is a lot of medications for someone who does not have any medical history. This one looks like it is for high blood pressure. Sir just because the medication is helping you manage your high blood pressure does not meant that your high blood pressure is cured.

·         When I say clear liquids that does not include vodka

·         I know vodka does have alcohol in it, but pouring it on your open soar sure did not help anything, and now you are probably going to need a plastic surgeon to fix this.

·         No ma’am you have to put ear drops in both ears. No, the ears are not connected. Yes, your eardrums and you know… your brain are kind of in the way. No there is not a tube that just goes straight through.

·         Please stop licking your wound.

·         Um no, those bumps on your tongue are not cancer…. They are taste buds.

·         Yes, that it a uvula…. Yes, it is supposed to be there.

·         What made you think sticking ice cubes up your anus would help with your fever. Well it will not and now you have frost bite in your rectum.

·         So it was the smell that got you to come in and not the…. Maggots?

 Krill groaned in relief as he went to clock out.

‘Tough day?” Someone asked

“I think something needs to be done about medical education on your planet.”

The human laughs, “We have been trying for more than two thousand years. Good lucky making it any better than it already is.”

 Please, Adam finish your journey of self-discovery soon because if I have to explain how to use a condom one more time, I might just loose it.