#narry one shot

[cinemastyles-blog]

Touch Each Other [Narry]

Summary: An Anonymous request on Wattpad - “Can you maybe do a threesome with niall, but Niall and Harry also do stuff with each other. Like the girl is just watching and getting of by herself...”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, threesome!Narry, guyxguy actions, three way, dirty talk, oral (all), hair pulling, semi forceful actions (all consented of course!), very sexual innuendos, just absolutely filthy

Thank you for being so patient with me as I work on writing my new fan fiction. <3

Masterlist

I found this picture on Pinterest so creds to owner!

“Hello, darling.” Harry greets you as he walks into the dining room where you sit, enjoying your lunch.

“Hey, baby.” You put down your fork and wipe your mouth, “Didn’t know you’d be home early. I would have grabbed you something.”

He smiles and shakes his head, “Ate at the studio with Mitch.” He sits down and looks at you and you instantly start smiling and you nod, “I called him.”

“What did he say?” Harry asks as he steals a few sips of your coffee.

You playfully glare at him and laugh, “He’ll be here for dinner.” Your eyes move up to his and a smirk grows slowly as he hands your coffee back to you, “Perfect,”

——

Harry has always had a little crush on Niall, and vice versa.

“What do you want for dinner?” Harry leans over you and kisses your cheek as he lays an arm over your chest.

You close your eyes and hum as you lean your head back onto him, “Hmm.. surprise us.”

“Alright.” Harry kisses below your ear and slowly starts to suck a mark onto your skin, “I can’t wait for dessert.” He leans up and walks away, looking back at you with a smirk as he leaves you a tiny bit flustered.

The doorbell rings and before you can get up, Harry jumps out of the kitchen, “I’ll get it!” He yells quickly before taking a deep breathe, “I can get it, you stay.”

You can’t help but smile at how Harry acts when Niall comes over. He gets all shy and flustered and it’s so cute to you.

Little do they know, tonight is all about them. You’re just here for the show.

“Hey!” You walk over to Niall and he wraps you in his arms, “How was your flight?” You lean back and smile up at him, “Not too bad I hope.”

He smiles and scans his eyes over your face, “Oh it was awful.” He looks at Harry and you can see Niall’s lips turn into a smile, “Felt like I couldn’t get here fast enough.”

You see Harry’s eyes light up and he tries to play it cool, “Oh yeah. I’m sure.” He clears his throat, “I’m just getting dinner started so why don’t you go in and relax, I’m sure you’re exhausted, Ni.”

Niall shrugs and chuckles, “I got a second wind.” He gives Harry a wink and smiles back at you.

You smirk at Harry as you can see the blush on his cheeks grow darker, “I’ll grab us some drinks?” You look between them and Niall sighs, “That would be great, love.”

Niall shrugs off his jacket and walks to the living room as you follow Harry into the kitchen, “Don’t worry I’ll get out of your way in a second.” You tease as you know how Harry is when cooking.

As you’re pouring the dark red liquid into the simple wine glasses, “Would you like one?” You look at Harry who is leaned against the counter staring at you, “Sure, babe.”

You pour his and turn to give it to him. You didn’t realize he was that close until you seen the red wine instantly stain his white tee, “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

You quickly set the glass down and grab paper towels, dabbing it as quick as you can, all while mumbling to yourself.

“Hey, hey.” Harry grabs your hands and leans down to look at you, “It’s fine, babe. Relax.” He chuckles, “Are you nervous or something?”

You couldn’t lie to him, “Kind of. I had something a little different planned for tonight.”

His eyebrow raises and he nods, “Oh did you?”

You nod and look up at him, your eyes move down to the red stain again. Harry shakes his head and slips his shirt off, tossing it onto the counter, “We’ll worry about that later.”

“Whoa, couldn’t wait for me?” Niall asks as he walks into the kitchen, “That’s so unfair, I come all this way..” he starts laughing as he walks over to you and Harry.

“I, um.” You point to the crumbled shirt on the counter, “Harry’s shirt drank his wine.”

They laugh and you sigh, “Okay. Okay.” You put more wine in Harry’s glass and point to it, “I’m not touching it this time.”

He laughs and picks it up, “Get out of my kitchen.”

You roll your eyes and grab your glass with a smile, “Yes sir.” You give him a smirk as you walk out with Niall.

You make your way to the couch and you put on some quiet music, “So, how’s everything?” You sip your wine and listen to Niall speak.

“It’s been so much fun, exhausting, but I love every minute of it.” He sips his wine as his eyes trail up your legs and back to your eyes once he reaches your shorts, “Wouldn’t change a thing about it.”

You nod and you can feel yourself getting wetter, the thought of your plan coming together is exciting to you.

“We’ve missed you.” You say lowly before looking over at him, “A lot.”

He nods and plays with a stand of your hair, “Trust me, I’ve missed you guys. Texting and calling isn’t enough sometimes.”

You agree, “Oh I know. Harry went on the one day about how he wishes you were here more, but he tours too. He gets it. We both do.”

Niall smiles and nods, “It’s tough but that’s what makes these reunions so much more special..” he sips his wine and looks over at you, “And so much more fun.”

You smile and nod, “I will not argue with you on that one.”

“Everything going good in here?” Harry pops out of the kitchen and walks over to you and Niall. He sits down between you guys on the coffee table, “Dinner should be done soon.”

You and Niall both can’t help but look Harry’s naked torso up and down. You both were basically drooling over how hot your lover is just sitting there.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Niall says with a nod, “Got hotter since the last time I saw ya, H. Damn.”

Harry straightens up his posture and you can tell he was caught off guard but loves hearing that, “Mm, yeah. Could say the same thing about you.”

You pressed your fingers over your lips to contain a moan. Them flirting with each other is like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

Your eyes move back and fourth, looking at them as they continue their conversation.

“Y/n was telling me in the kitchen that she has a plan for tonight.” He smirks and bites his lip, “Weren’t ya baby?”

You sigh slowly and smile, “I may have something up my sleeve for tonight, yes.”

Nervousness gone.

“Oh yeah? Wanna tell us?” Niall leans into you and pokes your thigh, “I’m curious to know.”

Your eyes watch his hand as you smile, “We’ll talk about it over dinner.”

——

“So your plan, baby. Tell us.” Harry looks at you from across the table and smirks. You bite your lip and tilt your head slightly, “My plan, yes.”

“I can’t wait to hear this.” Niall leans back and watches you as you lick your lips and smile, “I want to sit back and touch myself to the view of you guys doing whatever it is that you want to do.”

They’re both silent for a few minutes before Harry clears his throat, “Well, I’m done with dinner.”

“Yeah, me too.” Niall says quickly after Harry.

You laugh and stand up, “Then come on.” You smile and quickly run out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the bedroom.

Harry and Niall are keeping up with you and when you enter the room, Harry grabs you and pins you to the bed. His lips instantly attach to yours and you make out as Niall stands there watching.

He chews on his lip as undoes his pants, giving his cock more room to grow harder.

You moan against Harry’s lips and lift your hand from Harry’s back to reach out for Niall. Once he’s undressed, you feel his hand in yours and you pull him closer.

Harry’s lips leave yours and find Niall’s.

They moan against each other, finally getting what they’ve been craving since Niall left last time. You but your lip and scoot back so you can start undoing Harry’s pants.

You slide his boxers down to his thighs, letting his cock free. You do the same to Niall and you glance up, watching as their lips are desperate to kiss every inch of skin on their necks.

They both gasp and look down as you start to pump both of their cocks in your hands.

Harry on the right and Niall on the left.

Niall slides his hand up Harry’s torso, teasingly slow. Harry’s eyes move to Niall’s hand and he follows it all the way up until niall gently lays it on the side of his neck, pulling him in so he can crash his lips onto his.

“Fuck. This is so hot.” You whisper and lean in, pressing your lips to Harry’s cock. You slowly lean over to Niall, and press your lips to the head of his cock, too.

“Fuck.” Niall groans into Harry’s mouth. Harry’s grip tights on Niall’s waist, pulling his skin.

You start to slowly bob your head on Niall’s cock, working on taking more of him in your mouth. A hand lays on the back of your head, pushing down slightly.

You take a deep breathe before gagging around him. He lets out a loud moan as he feels himself slip into your throat, “Fuck, y/n, baby.”

You pull your head off, gasping as you look up at them. Harry looks down at you and lays a hand on your cheek, “You are so beautiful.”

You smile and wipe the corner of your mouth off and lick your lips, “Harry.” You whimper, “please.”

Harry leans down, pushing you back as his body hovers closely to yours, “Please what baby?”

Harry leans in, kissing your neck as Niall lays down beside you. His hand travels up and down the side of your body, lightly dragging his finger tips as he does, “Thought about you both so much.”

He leans in, kissing the other side of your neck, “So fucking hot seeing you two together.”

You let out a moan and spread your legs. They each rest their arm around your knee, keeping your legs spread open.

“Did ya think about her pussy?” Harry asks as he bites his lip, a dark and lustful look glazed over his eyes at he looks at Niall.

Niall slides his hand down your thigh and brushes his fingers over your pussy, “I thought about it a lot.”

You gasp and tilt your head back as his fingers slowly circle your clit, “Fuck.” You whimper as his pressure grows harder.

Harry leans down and connects his lips with yours as his hand plays with your boobs, “Feel good?” He whispers against your lips.

You nod, “Y-yes.” Your hands desperately search to grab onto something, “Fuck.” You moan loudly as Niall plunges his fingers into your pussy, curling his fingers repeatedly.

Harry slides his hand up your chest and wraps it around your neck. He leans in and bites gently on your ear lobe, “Cum for him, baby.”

Niall thrusts his fingers faster, hitting that spot with the tip of his fingers each time. Harry pulls you closer as he starts slowly rubbing your clit with his fingers.

You quickly fall apart, clenching Niall’s fingers with the walls of your pulsating cunt, “F-fuck. Yes! Yesyes.” You wiggle your hips and dig your nails into Harry’s shoulder, moaning and whimpering as you come down from your high.

“Good girl.” Harry whispers lowly in your ear, “Tell us what you want.”

You rest your head back and bite your lip at Niall pulls his fingers out of you, “I want..” you sigh and look at Niall, “You guys to touch each other.”

You slowly get up on your knees and move over to Niall. He wraps an arm around your waist and rests his hand on your lower back.

You pull him in to kiss him. Your lips move in sync with his and he moans lowly as you tug the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I want you to fuck each other.” You take his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling gently.

His fingers dig into your skin and you slide your hand down to his cock, “I want to watch you suck his cock.”

Harry moves in behind you, “I just want to feel that pussy first, baby.” Harry pulls your hips back and you move back slightly.

You guys get into a position to where Harry his rubbing the head of his cock onto your pussy, teasing you while you’re on your knees, bent over to suck Niall’s cock.

You swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, moaning lowly as you feel the spit run down over your pussy.

“I want No to suck you off of my cock.” Harry grips your hips as he buries his cock deep into your pussy, “Fuck.”

You moan around Niall’s cock, which causes him to gasp and buck his hips slightly. You gag and he moans louder, “Fuck, gag on my cock, baby.”

Harry slides a hand up your back, tangling it into your hair before he pushes you head down, slowly bobbing it up and down then switching to a slightly fast pace before stopping and letting go.

You pull off and Niall cups your cheeks, “ya alright?”

You smile and nod, biting your lip and furrowing your brows as Harry rams his cock into you, “Fuck, yes. Yes.”

You wrap your hand around Niall’s cock, slowly stroking your hand up and down. You rub your thumb over the tip slowly, smearing the precum around.

You lean, moaning as you lick it off, “Fuck.” You gasp and squeeze Harry’s cock with your walls, “H-Harry. Baby.” You look up at Niall, whining as he brushing hair from your face, “Cum for him, love.”

He slides a hand down to your boobs, playing and pinching each of your nipples as he leans down to kiss you.

You moan loudly and grab onto his arm as you feel yourself cum, “Fuck.” You tilt your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as Harry fucks you through your high.

You’re pretty sure you squirted, but you didn’t care. It felt too good for you to feel anything else but pleasure.

“Fuck, baby.” Harry slaps your ass cheek, “You ready?”

“I am.” You move to the head of the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

Niall and Harry waist no time. Their hands find their way to each others bodies and their lips press together, moving in a slow sexy synched motion.

You spread your legs and bite your lip as you watch Niall pull Harry closer to him closer to press his lips to Harry’s neck.

You grab your boobs with your hands, kneading them slowly, moaning as you watch Niall kiss down Harry’s chest.

“Fuck, Ni.” Harry groans lowly, “Missed you.”

Niall looks up at Harry him with his eyes and leans back slightly, “Did ya?”

Your hand travels down your body slowly, edging yourself with the arrival of your fingers to your clit.

Niall goes back to kissing Harry’s torso as he nods, “So much.” Harry whispers and furrows his brows as Niall kisses right above his cock.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and closes his eyes, waiting for Niall to go on.

Niall presses his lips gently along the length of Harry’s cock, taking him in between his lips when he reaches the tip.

You pinch your nipple with your other hand, moaning quietly as you watch Niall bob his head on Harry’s cock.

Harry’s head falls to the side as he moans, “Fuck.”

You press your fingers to your clit, circling at a slow, teasing pace, you really didn’t want to cum until they did, but you knew once Harry was done with Niall, you were going to fail achieving that goal.

Harry eventually pulls away and brings him back up to kiss him. You let out a moan, if it must have been loud because it caught their attention.

Their eyes flick over to you and they both turn their heads, “isn’t she fuckin sexy?” Harry leans down, rubbing the calf of your stretched out right leg.

“Sure is, H. M’actually kinda jealous of you.” Niall admits, “You get to touch her everyday.”

Harry smirks and runs a hand up Niall’s stomach. You watch as Niall starts stroking Harry’s cock again, keeping his eyes locked on his hand.

“Once I’m done with you, you can have all the time you want with her.” Harry whispers before leaning in to nip his ear and kiss down his neck.

Harry leans back and pulls himself away from Niall, moving up to sit next to you. He leans back and bites his lip, nodding at his cock as he looks at Niall.

Niall has always been a slut for Harry’s cock.

Just like you.

When ever you and Niall give Harry blowjobs together, it’s practically like you’re worshiping his cock.

You glance over at Harry, fingers still circling your clit, “Hi.”

He looks back at you and leans in to peck your lips, “Hi.”

You look at Niall and pull him up to you. You lean in to close the space, pressing your lips to his. His hand lays on your thigh, so close to your pussy.

You grab his hand and push it there. He leans back and glances over at Harry and Harry leans in and kisses him, “Change of plans.” He mumbles in between kisses.

You fought to keep your eyes open as Niall’s fingers curled inside of you.

You wanted to watch them do anything.

“F-fuck.” You gasp and arch your back against the headboard, “N-Ni-“ Is all you can get out before you watch Harry’s fingers slide onto your clit.

He presses hard and circles it quickly, “You like that?”

You nod quickly, moaning as you lean over and wrap your hand around his cock, “Yesyes.” You gasp and open your eyes, looking over at Harry.

He is stroking Niall’s cock, watching as his fingers move in and out of you, “Fuck, you’re so wet.” Harry looks up at you and pulls you into him by the back of the neck with his left hand.

You moan as your lips crash onto his and his fingers tangle tightly in your hair. He groans lowly as you speed up the pace of your hand.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans against your lips, “I need you again.” He reaches down and grabs Niall’s hand, pulling him around to you.

Harry’s hands grip your waist and you bite your lip as you straddle him. He looks into your eyes at he reaches out and pulls Niall closer to him.

You reach down to steady his cock while continues to look at him.

Your lips part as the head of his cock slips inside of you, instantly stretching you out. You tilt your head back slightly and push your self down more, “Fuck.”

Harry spits into his fingers and takes Niall’s cock into his hand. He slides his fingers up and down, sliding his spit around his cock.

“Niall.” You whine out and look over at him, “Let Harry suck your cock.”

He groans at your words, nodding as he moves up towards Harry.

You slide all the way down into Harry, causing Harry to look at you and dig his fingers into your hips, “Fuck, baby.” You moan and dig your nails into the sparrows tattooed on his chest.

He groans lowly, “C’mon, baby.. ya gotta move.”

Niall grabs his chin gently and turns his head towards him as you slowly start to move up and down his cock.

You open your eyes and watch as Harry’s lips part and Niall slips his cock in between them. Harry’s eyes roll back and flutter closed, moans muffled by Niall’s cock.

“Fuck, baby. Yes.” You moan quietly as you place your hands on his shoulders, “Oh fuck.”

You clench around him and drag your nails downward as you moan loudly.

As you slowly bounce through your high, you milk Harry of his.

His cock twitches as it’s shoved deep inside of you. Niall gasps as Harry moans around him, “Fuck.” He holds Harry’s head down on his cock as he groans.

Harry takes Niall’s cum and tilts his head back, swallowing as he smirks. He looks at you and pulls you in and he presses his lips to yours, instantly slipping his tongue in.

You moan quietly at the taste of niall still lingering on his tongue. He smirks against your lips and leans back, “Yeah?”

You bite your lip and nod, “Yeah.”

He nods and kisses your forehead, “As I said.” He moves to get off the bed and leans down to pecks your lips before standing up.

He smiles at you before looking at Niall, “Once I was done, you could have all the time with her.”

A smile appears on your lips quickly and you look up at Niall.

Harry winks at him before making his way to the chair, “Have fun.”

——

If you want a part 2 of this on the @wastedonhoran account let me know!!

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[enchantedlandcoffee]

A Narry drabble for @hellolovers13

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"Okay, I am just pulling in now." Niall announced, reversing into a parking space. "Where abouts are you?"

"I'm just at the entrance," Harry answered, his voice booming out of the car's speakers. as Niall leaned forward to try and spot his friend.

"Ah, I see you, pet. I'm heading over."

It was one of the very few days when him and Harry were both free, Harry's tour and Niall's filming of The Voice and promotion of his new album kept both of them very busy. They'd managed to keep in touch throughout their hectic lives though, and soon were able to plan a shopping trip once they were in the same city.

Niall climbed out of his car and locked it, before he started jogging towards the entrance. Narrowly dodging a car, Niall slowed as he reached the front doors, Harry smiling widely at him. He brought Harry into a bear hug when he reached him, not caring about the audience they could attract.

"How you doing, pet?" He asked once they pulled away from each other, grins on both of their faces.

"I'm good, mate, I'm good. Glad for a day off." Harry answered, chuckling slightly. "How are you doing? Excited for the album release?"

"I can't wait, Haz. Honestly, I am so stoked for this album to be released. Its blowing up on TikTok." Niall enthused as they walked into the mall, hands shoved into his pockets as he perused his surroundings.

"It deserves it. Its such a good album, Niall."

"You think?"

"Definitely! The night you sent it over, I was dancing, crying, laughing. It's perfect, mate. I can tell how much you put into it."

Niall looked at his friend for a moment before pulling him into another bear hug.

"Thank you, Haz. It really means a lot."

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[braisedhoney]

y'know after my recent growing love for old west stories (old movies, the rdr series, etc) i thought it really came outta the blue. i mean space cowboys are definitely a thing i was aware of but mostly it just was so different from our usual aesthetic aboard here.

and then it clicked.

i used to fucking love rango (2011).

and now it all makes sense.

#ney's idle chatter (random textposts) #like at first i blamed narry. and i still kinda do #but holy SHIT rango was the spark wasn't it?! that makes so much more sense #watch me make goddamn rango fanart in 2023 i dare you #... after rdr. and maybe a couple man with no name ones. and more old west narry cosplay memes. #okay maybe its a long shot but leave me be i'm vibin

[niall-ate-mynamee]

note: well…here’s a little one shot for Nialler’s birthday (let’s pretend i didn’t post this 3 days after, yeah? ;))

hope you enjoy! <3

i haven’t proof read this, so any mistakes, please let me know!

It was Niall’s 30th birthday. He was alone. Sure, he had plenty of friends he could’ve invited over and drank until he passed out, but he wanted to be alone. He was missing his boys today. His boys.

Louis, the idiot, the prankster, his partner in crime. Oh, how he missed the laughs they had on and off camera. Louis was the one who could make him laugh in the midst of a breakdown.

Liam, “daddy direction” as everyone called him. His best friend. The man who had a heart of gold, but had demons he had been fighting and overcame. Liam would hold him tight when things got too much.

Harry, his younger-older brother. The man who Niall knew would always be loved by millions around the world and could be on tour every single day for the rest of his life and still have sold out shows. The man who would stay up all night when Niall couldn’t sleep.

Even Zayn, his brother from another mother. The man who protected Niall, no matter the circumstance or consequences. Who showed his love every single day. He would sit silently when Niall would rant and rave about the difficulties he experienced.

Niall missed them. Beyond anything. He knew they were all living their best lives and he was forever proud of everything they achieved. He’d follow their journeys. Their music was indescribable. He had all their albums, listened to them every single day. He’d watch back old interviews and One Direction videos just to feel closer to them.

But, all he ever wanted, was to see them again, hang out with them again, have a massive party, just the five of them. Was that too much to ask?

He was turning 30 now, and the only gift he wanted was them. Don’t get him wrong, the gifts, cards, texts and countless messages he’s received already from friends, family and fans are so amazing and he feels so cared about…but, there’s only four messages he’s yet to receive and if his heart is cracking every hour that passes with nothing, well, nobody has to know.

It’s nearing 5pm, the time his friends had asked him to be ready for because they have some surprise planned for him before they take him out for the night. Niall found it quite pathetic really, how a now-30 year old man was alone in his home moping about the past, but you’ll have to forgive Niall, because he’s never exactly been “normal”. He was always the odd one out.

When he was changed and ready, about to open up a beer to celebrate on his own before he would spend the rest of his day surrounded by people, there was a knock on the door. He bit back a groan, quickly taking a gulp from the bottle, while walking towards the door.

There was a second knock, and Niall rolled his eyes. Sometimes, his friends were so impatient. They knew he was in, and knew he was expecting them, so there was no need to knock more than once, dammit!

“I’ve told you before, if you keep knocking, I won’t-“ He froze as he opened the door, nearly dropping his beer, thinking he was going crazy, because there, standing right on his doorstep, grinning cheekily and arms full of gifts, and alcohol, were the only four people he wanted to see.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NIALLER!” They cheered, holding up various gifts wrapped neatly, cards with his name on, Louis of course had enough beer for them all to spend the entire next 12 hours drinking, and every single one of them had eyes sparkling with joy and love.

“Wh-what?” Is all he could choke out.

It was Liam who explained, “You didn’t think we’d ever forget your birthday, did’ya, Ni? Your mum had said you were celebrating alone this year, and we couldn’t have that, could we, boys?” Liam threw a wink to Niall as the boys nodded, “Thought we’d drop by and make sure you had some company. After all, you only turn 30 once!”

Niall was shocked. He couldn’t believe his boys were really here and standing just merely inches away from him. He could feel the tears gathering in his eyes and he thanked the gods his house was protected from any public passer-by’s.

“We love you, Neil, and we miss you…can we have the honour of celebrating your birthday with you?” It was Louis this time, and Niall choked on a sob before nodding frantically and launching himself on them and bringing them all into a group hug.

He could hear their laughter as their arms wrapped around him and held up tight. His nose was hit with all their scents and he breathed them in, making sure it was real and he hadn’t just gotten so drunk that he was hallucinating.

“You idiots…I miss and love you so much,” He whispered, not letting go. He felt a pair of arms under his thighs and he jumped slightly, wrapping his legs around whoever’s waist and feeling them carry him back into his house.

By the smell alone, he could tell it was Liam he was clinging onto, and he started to blush. It’s been over 8 years since he last was carried around by any of the boys like this, but he didn’t care in that moment, because he had his boys again and he’d be damned if he was letting them go now.

When they made it to the lounge, he lifted his head from where it was buried in Liam’s neck, and looked around. Louis was putting all the beers on the table (the one Niall had already was amongst the bunch and for a moment, he wondered how it got there because he didn’t remember putting it down or even letting go), Harry was placing all the gifts they had brought in a neat pile in the corner of the room, Zayn was putting multiple games (board and video), DVDs and CDs he had with him in separate piles on the other table and Liam still had a hold of Niall.

“What did ya wanna do first, Nialler? We’ve got films, music, games? Or we can give you your presents? The choice is all yours!” He heard Zayn ask, and Niall finally let go of Liam to look around at them all. He grinned and wiped at his eyes, making sure to take it all in and laughed, truly laughed, head thrown back and eyes sparkling with so much love and joy.

“You lads better have got me the most expensive gifts you could find, after all, I’m your favourite Irishman ever!” He joked, and everyone burst into laughter.

“Nah, I prefer Bobby Horan!” Harry smirked, earning himself a playful glare before being attacked by Niall and the two “babies” of their group ended up on the ground, and the laughter was even louder.

Five boys who grew into men back together. Their hearts beating as one, once again. Niall wouldn’t change anything for the world, because even though they’ve moved on from their past, and are all doing their own things, they’re family. No matter what life throws at them, they’ve always got four brothers ready to catch them.

Niall spent his 30th birthday with the people who meant more to him than he could ever describe. Niall would never celebrate another birthday alone ever again. He had his boys there for him, and he’d forever be grateful.

Maybe one day in the future, they’d make music together again, maybe they won’t, but either way, Niall had four brothers who he’ll forever love and cherish.

note: Happy birthday, Nialler <3

sorry it took me slightly longer to post, writers block has hit me hard lately!

i hope you guys enjoyed this, anyways! it’s slightly different to what/how i usually write, so let me know what you think! :)

i’ll be working on some prompts over the next few weeks, so there’ll be more coming very soon!

#niall horan #one direction #harry styles #zayn malik #liam payne #louis tomlinson #niall centric #niallerrr #zianourry #narry #nouis #niam #ziall #happy birthday niall!! #niall james horan #one direction one shot #one shot #happy 30th birthday nialler

[narrymff]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Niall Horan/Harry Styles, Niall Horan/Louis Tomlinson Characters: Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson Additional Tags: Bottom Niall Horan, Top Harry, Virgin Niall Horan, 1910s

#niall horan #one shots #narry fanfic #narry storan #nouis horanson #niall centric

[insomniphic]

💕VALENTINES DAY IS A WEEK AWAY!💕

So guess what?! :D

I’ll be posting daily One-Shots of Narry in very Valentine scenarios for 7 days!

None of these are canon! They’re just cool “what if’s” since Narry is probably doomed to be forever lonely 😔.

Anyways~

DAY 1: Crowded Places

Narry participated in a party once; in our current timeline he might have already joined more than four, perhaps none, but ONE was enough to realize his hatred towards crowded places, of every kind. “Hatred”? No. Not really. Maybe it’s discomfort. Maybe fear.

The music is the latest hit of this year, so was the next, and the following. The taste was generic — made to entertain most of the crowd because of how trendy it is — so it was no surprise that everyone was still moving their bodies to a rhythm that matched their hearts more than the beat. Narry wished there was more variety so he could test his memory… Perhaps he could just list out the pitch, the notes, maybe the specific riffs to the bass that carried the harmony.

An arm brushes against his. A sandal comes close to stepping on his black loafers. Hair slashes across his back. An empty plastic cup tips and touches against his chest.

He really needs to stop closing his eyes, these sensations were becoming more intense without his vision and it was making him shudder when he isn’t even feeling cold.

While pursing his thin lips, the brunette tilts his head down and cracks both of his eyes open, looking straight at his feet. There’s about a two step radius that he could shuffle around in. (Disregarding the shoulders that nudged past that small border.) He made sure to straighten his body like a rod, taking less space to give himself, and others, more room.

It’s alright, Narry, just listen to the music. The music is loud, this room is big. It’s alright, Narry, just listen to the echo of the music. If the music echoes, then the room is spacious; it’s big.

“Oh my goood, have you heard what Juliet just did to her new boyfrieend?~” A random girl slurred out, her eyes hazy as she pressed herself closer to her other female companion, trying to be more audible in the crowd.

Narry blinks, his brows furrowing. Music, Narry, music. “You know how to dance, huh?” A man with a buzz-cut hair chuckled as he swayed along with a some blonde woman. The duo was too close for his liking; it’s almost as if those words were directed to him.

“Hahaha! Yeaaah!” The other squeaked, her face flushed and hair a mess from all the grooving, “I was in the dance team when I was in high school!” She grinned suddenly throwing her hands up, ultimately hitting against Narry’s arm without her knowledge.

Narry writhed as he began to inch away from them. He steps out of the center of his small safe space, and it led him into bumping against another stranger. And like a game of Pong, he bumped into another as he apologized. Where’s the music? Narry’s eyes whirled around, looking for safety. Why can’t I hear it?! Where is it?!

…Screw the music. Screw the size of the room. It’s too cramped here— WHY is he here?

“Narry!” The man jumped — not out of fear, but more in relief.

Music. He’s hearing the music.

“Narry! Oh god, what are you doing here?!” Narry’s lover pushed through the wall of people, concern driven all over their face. Before Narry could even reply, they were already taking action. “Common, let’s get you out of here!” They yelled over the crowd.

The yellow eyed man kept himself close behind them. He’s usually much more… organized than this. Thankfully enough, he felt all of the tension release as he stumbled slightly on random rubbish that’s been tossed on the hard tiles of the club. He’s usually much more autonomous than this. When finally reached the door — he forgot there was one (he’s usually a lot more aware than this) — he pries his eyes away from the textured ground and then up at the moon, the stars, his lover. Suddenly, his head was clear.

“Gosh…” Narry groaned, lowering his head into his hands, “I’m usually a lot more… normal than this.” He shuddered, his shoulders sinking slightly.

“Narry, you are being normal.” His hands are stuffy. Music. Listen for the music. “You’re just overstimulated, alright?” he looks up from his hands. He hears the echo of their voice. It’s spacious; the world is big. “Don’t bash yourself for that.” They smiled, clearly hazy from the fun he probably just pulled them away from, but they seemed clear in the head enough to mean what they’re saying.

Once he nodded, the other sighed, running a hand through their hair as they looked down the empty sidewalk and streets before glancing back. “Why are you here, Narry? I thought you said you’ll just stay at home for tonight,” they frowned slightly with concern.

Why? Why… Narry was quiet for a moment, the most knowledgeable being in the world seemingly forgotten. “Oh— uh…” his hands naturally ran down to touch his pocket, feeling the contour of his cellular device. Right. “I wanted to pick you up,” he mumbled, “You texted me a while ago, saying that your friends left earlier while you guys were at the pub, and I didn’t want you to go back with an Uber — and by yourself. I came — brought the car — and thought I could find you easily if I go inside myself instead of waiting. And—“ he paused, “I got stuck.”

His lover chuckled, before they reached down and took his gloved hands into theirs. “That’s really thoughtful of you, Narry… thank you.” They gave him a closed eyed smile, and Narry couldn’t help but reciprocate, albeit a bit shy because of the earlier predicament.

“Are you good for a hug?” They widened their arms for him, and Narry paused.

Of course he couldn’t say “no”. And with a small hum of encouragement, he bent himself down and enveloped themselves into each other’s warmth.

The hug was tight; it gave him no space to move, and the entirety of the hug were just sensations he wouldn’t usually agree to. And yet… he didn’t mind it.

Narry has a fear towards crowded places, but his only exception only ever seemed to be their comfort.

===

Next—>

#you can consider his lover as Y/n if you want #but it’s more like— they’re faceless cause thers’s no fitting character.. #never really wrote that much so— sorry if it’s bad XD #I just really like putting Narry in scenarios and making him happy in the end lol #this was a last minute idea honestly #drabble #valentines day #valentines special #oc #oc fictive #Narry #InSomniphic’s Random Commentary #InSomniphic’s Event Participation

[spaceistheplaceart]

I HEARD INFINITY TRAIN!!! BETTER BE A PLUSHY ROOM!

plushie room time :) narry isnt fond of it

(feel free to rb!)

(desc under readmore)

Image Description: A black and white comic with minimal colouring. 

Narry walks into a room that is filled to the brim with stuffed animals. Small ones and large ones. He stands in the doorway with his arms crossed. He says “Huh. A room full of stuffed animals. Cute. What am I meant to do in here, then?” Director Stanley responds in floating blue and glowing text: “Make a story.” Narry looks up at the ceiling in disbelief. He says “Are you joking? Please tell me you’re joking. You’re- you’re not. are you?” He sighs in resignation. “Fine. I’ve already sunk this low.” He sits down grumpily on the floor with a stuffed bunny in one hand and a stuffed bear in the other. He looks down at the stuffed bunny reluctantly, sweating. Then, there is a POV shot where we see Narry holding the bear and bunny. He clears his throat and says: “Erm... it was a lovely day for the bear and the bunny. they um...” He continues, struggling to not cringe at himself. “They are best friends... and are going to g-go to... the... paaaarr--” He stands up and throws down the stuffed animals, blushing. He says “NO! No, no, no, no, no, NO! LISTEN. I UNDERSTAND THAT EACH ROOM IS A CHALLENGE OF SOME SORT BUT THIS is just HUMILIATING! I am a fourty FUCKING seven year old man!!! I don’t care if I have to stay here forever- I won’t be made to play around with toys like some sort of toddler!” Director Stanley ‘speaks’ again through the floating blue text. It reads: ‘... then you could write it on the desk that’s been sitting here?’ A big chunk of the stuffed animals part to reveal a wooden writing desk that has been sitting in the middle of the room. Narry stares at the desk in disbelief. He says “wh” “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!?!?” he finishes, shouting. His face is completely red from embarrassment. We see Director Stanley at a desk, wheezing in laughter as he watches Narry sit at the writing desk on a screen. Narry is grumbling angrily. There is a text box that points to Director Stanley that reads: “Hid it on purpose.” END ID.

#i am sorry most of the jokes end up being this idk why #swap au #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #op art #comic

[saturnalmoss]

ARM-WRESTLER

Chapter Four

A Shot in the Arm

Master Post

The morning came with Rosé looking hard at the orcish outfit she had been lent. “...Would it be rude to wear with some of my spares...” She looked over at the extra set she’d taken from her pockets. 

“Mmm, g’morning.” Grandma plodded sleepily back from the anachronistic bathroom in the hall. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“I wanted to go check out the DMV Trans or whatever.” Rosé said.

“KMB, like Kimberly.” Grandma offered.

“I don’t know if it would, you know, get me more or less information to dress like I came out of a time machine.” Grandma nodded and sat next to her. 

“If it helps, I think Granny Skully mostly wanted York to wear the stuff.” She said. Rosé hummed again. 

“It’s cute and I want to wear it,” Rosé said.

“Oh totally, I’m gonna. Personally.” Rosé nodded. “But no pressure!” She nodded again.

There was a knock at the door. “Heyyyy,” Hinpirdul called from outside. “Y’all want a bite?”

The two detectives sat at the second, private, dining table with Leon’s youngest, waiting for York to finish his morning routine. 

“I heard chatting, and food isn’t til 8 so. I dunno, I thought you would want something.” She shrugged. 

“Thank you!” Grandma said.

“You up this early often?” Rosé asked with a disarming smile. Hinpirdul nodded. 

“It’s wretched. I’d way rather sleep in.” She said. “So, you gonna find the guy that attacked my Narri today?”

“We’re hoping.” Grandma said. “Did you think of something, Hinpirdul?” She shrugged. 

“Honestly it’s hard to imagine someone doesn’t like them. You should see my teachers. It’s gross.” She scooped up another large bite of modern cereal. “You can call me Piri, by the way. Except at work. Full names at work.”

“Sure thing, Piri.” Rosé said. “Can we ask you some other stuff?” She nodded, mouth full. “Is there anyone else that comes around the house a lot, that we didn’t see last night?”

Piri shook her head. “Even Uncle Ardsley isn’t here all the time. He has work.”

“Does he work with your Narri?”

“Nah. I mean. I don’t think so?” Piri shrugged. “Oh, no one else, though. I go to my friends’ places, not come here. Cause it’s boring here.” She thought for a minute. “Jyuri’s the same. Ummm. What else...”

“Is your Narri a single parent?” Rosé asked as carefully as she could. Piri paused. She put the spoon down. 

“Yeah. Momma died. A long time ago.” Rosé and Grandma both put hands on hers, and she laughed a little at them. “I don’t actually even remember her so it doesn’t bother me. Jyuri does. And obviously Narri and Granny do.”

“We’ll ask your Narri about it more, then.” Grandma said gently. Piri shrugged.

“I don’t think it has to do with Narri’s arm. It was a long time ago.” Still, regardless of what she said, Piri seemed deflated from the conversion. 

“So, I noticed you like disappearing tricks.” Grandma asked. 

Piri’s head swung to Grandma immediately. “Do you know any!” she asked. Grandma laughed nervously. “You look just like a real street performer.”

“Nope! Uh, I do?” Piri nodded enthusiastically. She gestured to all of them.

“I know some,” Rosé offered. With a flick of her fingers, she copied the coin trick Leon had pulled the night before. Piri looked shocked, then her eyes narrowed. 

“Sus.” she said.

“What?” Rosé said, “Why?” Piri just hummed discontentedly. 

“Hey, you lot.” Leon slipped through the door and yawned. “You’re up early. I appreciate the dedication.”

They pulled some breakfast things out of the pantry. It was discordant to see the colorful cereal boxes and familiar brands in the old world orcish pantry. “I’m out of the house for most of today, by the way.” They said. “If you need to ask me anything, now’s a good time.”

“Rosé knows magic.” Piri said immediately. 

“Oh?” Leon said. Their hair was mussed and sleep clung to them. “Is this good or bad?” Piri only hummed. Rosé was baffled. 

Leon laughed. “Piri’s just obsessed with street performers lately? It’s cute.” They shook their head and gave her hair a tussle. “No idea what’s gotten in to her. I’m teaching her some magic tricks.”

“We saw at dinner last night,” Grandma said. “You’re really good!”

Leon sat and poured themself some cereal. “Thanks, I try. Mm, actually,” They looked at Piri. “We’re going to meet that fortune teller this evening, aren’t we, Piri?” She looked pleased and just a little devious.

Leon puttered around the kitchenette and poured themself some cereal. “Thanks, I try. Mm, actually,” They looked at Piri. “We’re going to meet that fortune teller this evening, aren’t we, Piri?” She looked pleased and just a little devious.

Leon looked at them. “If you’re interested in that stuff too, feel free to come with.” They offered ceramic mugs. “Coffee? I’m more of a night owl, so I’m making a full pot.” 

York declined the mug and searched the shelves for a bucket. Rosé took one and looked at the cartoon vampenguin on the side. Leon put a finger to their lips and winked. 

“We get to have little things like that in the private rooms.” They said. “So, what’s your plan? I’m curious, I’ve never seen detectives work.”

“You can follow us around,” Grenda said. “We could see if anyone has a weird reaction to you.”  Leon shook their head. 

“Not today, I have a previous engagement to attend, then Piri’s thing. Perhaps later, if you haven’t solved it.”

York stretched and grunted happily. The back yard of the old house was a nostalgic treasure trove. Traditional, even old-fashioned, orcish workout equipment sat around the edges of the yard. A large inset pit for good old argument-settling took up most of the space. 

“This place ain’t bad.” York said to himself and pointedly not Granny. 

He’d gotten a sizable workout in when Rosé and Grandma found him. He grinned at them. “Look at this place! I shoulda taken Granny up on the wrestle.” He said. “Too late for that, well, we got business to attend to.”

Rosé smiled. “I found the local address for that logistics place. We can catch the subway and get off pretty close to it.”

“I like the outfit Granny gave you by the way.” Grandma said. He posed, pleased. “What do you think of mine?”

York nodded. “I like it.” He looked around. “Don’t look complete though.” He picked a small dandelion and held it out. “There.”

Grandma beamed and tucked it carefully behind one ear. 

They made their way to the KMB Trans building by noon. It was a tall building for the area, and had the KMB logo plastered on the side of it. There was even a reception inside. 

“What do we do now?“ York hissed to Rosé. She took a breath. 

“No idea.” She walked up to the receptionist. “Good morning~ We’re here to ask about one of your employees, Mx. Pelles?” The receptionist looked curious. Her name card read “Sarah B. Ross”.

“Mx. Pelles? This doesn’t sound like an appointment...?” she said. Grandma peeking over the counter. 

“We’re detectives, investigating a case of assault and theft committed against Mx. Pelles.” Sarah the receptionist looked surprised. 

“What? They looked fine this morning?” The three detectives glanced at each other. 

“They already came in today? You guys are dedicated to set up shop over the weekend.” Grandma said. Sarah smiled. 

“I’m part of the weekend crew. Mx. Pelles honestly doesn’t come in much on my shift.”

“So familiar with each other, too!” Rosé smiled. “What a tight knit company, Ms. Ross.” The receptionist nodded. 

“It’s nice here. Helps that it’s small. So, why would you come here about an- an assault on Mx. Pelles?”

“We ain’t sure who did the deed.” York said. “We’re looking into whoever might have a grudge.” He leaned in. “You got a grudge?” Sarah leaned back. 

“N-no!”

“Mmm, you don’t sound too sure about that.”

“Maybe a liiiittle grudge?” Rosé suggested, holding up her thumb and forefinger. 

“How! Mx. Pelles is great! They’re so nice and fun and sweet - uh.” She coughed. “I assure you my relationship with Mx. Pelles is purely professional.” She looked away. “Unfortunately.“

Rosé waggled her eyebrows. Grandma crossed her name off in his notebook. “Right, of course,” he said. “I have heard that popular enbies sometimes have jealous enemies, though.”

“Yeah.” Said York. “They got anyone who thinks they get too much attention?” He leaned on the counter and Sarah leaned away again. 

“N-no! I don’t think so! Everyone likes Mx. Pelles and Mx. Pelles likes everyone!” She sat up straight. “I hope that answered your questions! Uh, if you don’t have an appointment then I’m afraid there won’t be anyone here waiting for you. Being a weekend and all.”

“Course,” York said and leaned back.

“Thanks for answering our questions!” Grandma said. The three of them headed back out and Sarah sagged in her seat. She waited cautiously a moment, then jogged quickly to the bathroom. 

Rosé peeked back inside. “I knew it - York scared her shitless.” York peeked in above her and nodded satisfied. 

“So, Leon came here today?” Grandma said. The three of them walked quickly through the door next to the desk before the receptionist came back. “They didn’t offer to bring us.”

“I don’t think we mentioned we wanted to check here today.” Rosé said. “But even still...”

They listened at the solid doors down the hall but the floor was empty. 

“Where do you think they would go?” York said. “I don’t want ta check every door on every floor. Let’s do this smart.”

There was a thunk above them. York nodded. “Good talk everyone. Let’s check there first.”

One floor up, they pressed their ears against the doors until they heard muffled raised voices. The detectives looks at each other, curious. 

The door was heavy and wood. While they could tell there were voices, it was difficult to make them out. Still, the tone wasn’t friendly. 

“...I think they said quit...” Grandma whispered. “I think it was Leon...?”

York frowned. He couldn’t hear them at all. He stood up and opened the door. “Hey.” He said. “What are you talking about.”

Leon turned, shocked, to look at them. A human man stood, hands flat against a desk between the two. He stood and straightened his clothes out. Leon coughed and forced themself to relax. 

“Who on earth are you?” The man asked. He was dressed formally, dark suit, dark tie, and a dark cloak pinned to one shoulder.

“Ah, uh.” Leon said, turning to the man. They smiled. “Let me introduce you. This is York, Rosé, and Grenda. They’re detectives from an agency called Drawtectives.” Leon turned to them, gesturing to the man. “This is Mr. Brian Kross, my employer.”

He bowed to them. Both stood comfortable, as though there were never any tension. “Nice to meet you. Have you hired detectives, Leon?”

“Yes, indeed!” Leon said with a smile. “I was telling you someone robbed me, wasn’t I?”

“To hire private detectives over a robbery seems a bit much.” Mr. Kross said. “Didn’t I offer you additional compensation to cover the cost?”

“You see, it’s important to me to find out who did it.” Leon said. 

“Of course, of course.” Mr. Kross said. “But why are they here?”

“Uh,” Leon looked at them.

“We’re investigatin’ possible grudges.” York said. “You got a grudge, Mr. Kross?” Kross laughed. 

“Dear me, no. I rather like Leon.” Leon smiled, a little stiffly.

“Even though they’re quitting?” Grandma asked. Kross’s lip twitched. 

“Eavesdropping on the job? Or did you mention it, Leon?”

“I mentioned it.” Leon said, looking out the window. “I did also say I hadn’t talked to you about it yet, so I didn’t think you would be a suspect.”

Grandma nodded. “Of course, yes, yup. But also maybe Mr. Kross sensed it.”

“Sensed it?” Kross said. Grandma shrugged. 

“Do you own the company, Mr. Kross?” Grandma continued. He nodded. 

“I’m happy to say I do.”

“Your name isn’t who came up as CEO when I boogled KMB.” Rosé said, looking thoughtful. 

“The CEO is, of course, an employee of mine. Like Mx. Pelles, here.” Kross smiled. York held a finger up. 

He pulled Rosé and Grandma into a brief huddle. “This guy’s a business man again.” He whispered. “Don't smell right to me.” Grandma nodded. 

“It’s suspicious on the face of it! Plus Leon’s quitting!”

“Let’s play some hardball...” Rosé said. They stood back up. Leon and Kross both watched them with bemusement. 

“Mr. Kross, can we ask you a few questions?”

“...Of course, I’m happy to help Leon out.” He sat down behind the desk and perched his head delicately on laced fingers. 

“What do you think of untapped resources?” York asked. Mr. Kross tilted his head.

“Why is it untapped?”

“What about debts, are you responsible for your debts?” Rosé said immediately. Grandma scribbled.

“Heh heh heh.... Everyone is responsible for their own debts, wouldn’t you say?” Kross grinned and looked at Leon, who raised an eyebrow back.

“You like gamblin’?” York said.

“A touch, of the investment flavor.”

“Would ya arm wrestle?” He leaned in.

“Well, I can’t say it's come up, -”

“Do you know hypnosis?” Grandma said. 

“What is going on here, Leon?”

Leon laughed. “I have no idea. They’re just trying to find who stole my arm.” They glanced at Kross again. “Perhaps a clue indicated a gambling hypnotic businessman?”

Kross quirked an eyebrow. He glanced at York. “Arm wrestling?”

“He’s a strapping young orc.” Leon insisted. York nodded. 

“If ya wrestle, prove it.” Rosé watched through her lashes as Kross glanced again at Leon, almost imperceptibly. Leon gave the shallowest nod in response. 

Kross straightened up and sighed. “Young man, have you seen these arms?” He held one up. “If it helps to establish my innocence to you in this matter, I will, but you certainly won’t get any sport out of it.”

York chewed his lip thoughtfully. It was acceptable. “You pass. For now.” He said. Kross smiled crookedly. 

“I’m glad to hear. Now, is there anything else I can help you with? I really must get back to discussing Leon’s recompense with them. Privately.”

Grandma looked down at his notebook. “Let’s see... Do you know anyone who might be harboring a grudge against Leon?”

“The very idea of it is farcical.” Kross said.

Leon walked them to the front of the building. “...If you had let me know you wanted to come here, I would have brought you.” They said, after a while. “Still, it was funny to see Kross like that. He doesn’t break expression much.”

“Why did you say we’d talked about you quitting?” Rosé asked. 

“To be frank, to mess with him.” Leon shrugged. “I was a bit irritated. Well, I’ll talk to you later about it, if you want. I have to leave you here, for now. Get home safely.”

#drawfee #drawtectives #poscamarkers #fanfic #writing #saturnart

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina! I just found out about the whole 24 Larry fics in Israeli prison situation lol. Could you share what the 24 fics were in a fic rec post? Thanks in advance! Xx

Hi, darling. Sure, happy to help. Here’s a post with screen shots from the original fan who spoke about the fics that were smuggled into, and passed around in, an Israeli prison when she was there for refusing to serve in the Israeli army.

When fandom first heard about this, everyone began making their own list of which fics they would have smuggled, but here’s the original (I make no claims to the quality of any of these. This is not my personal rec.):

1. Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by dolce_piccante (M, 113K)

2. Hit the Heartbrakes by orphan_account (E, 14K)

3. Swim In The Smoke by whoknows (E, 102K)

4. Naked & Proud by kiwikero (E, 19K)

5. it’s like wishing for rain as i stand in the desert by stylesoftheshire (T, 3K) (Narry)

6. like an animal (i wanna feel you from the inside) by bottomlinsons (E, 4K) Link is to a download.

7. These Roads We Stumble Down by onewasturning (E, 18K)

8. don’t even need to touch me baby, just breathe on me by ballsdeepinjesus (E, 7K)

9. Just For Me by iwillpaintasongforlou (E, 10K)

10. you’ve got my head spinning, no kidding by hilourry (E, 3K)

11. this type of love isn’t rational, it’s physical by ballsdeepinjesus (E, 4K)

12. Fall Into Some Velvet Morning by bri (E, 6K)

13. Just a one Night Stand by CarlyLovesLarry (E, 3K)

14. once like a spark by flimsy (E, 7K)

15. give it up and get down by hilourry (E, 3K)

16. how not to run by orphan_account (E, 4K)

17. I roll and I roll, til I change my luck by scrunchyharry (E, 8K)

18. only thing that’s keeping me on fire by togetherwecouldbealright (deleted and I don’t have a download)

19. Like You Hate Me by KrisStylinson (E, 7K)

20. you got me shakin’ by writtensoul (M, 5K)

21. Be Professional by writtensoul (M, 3K)

22. i’m into you by blizzies (M, 7K)

23. I Don’t Know About You, But I Know About Me by heartroots (M, 3K)

#Israeli prison fics

[employee052]

i just rb'd a meme n thought abt how it fit the stanley, lynne, oz, n narry family dynamic and i vaugely wondered why i keep imagining stanley singing despite him being the one who cannot speak post parable

then i remembered of a hc i had made where at some point, narry manages to make some kind of tech to give stanley tts voices/vocaloid vocals. its not like ai tts by any means, its like daisy bell sung by that robot, but the idea that stanley could speak before the parable and presumably could sing too, just hearing the narrator being able to freely talk whenever and whatever, theres gotta be some envy for his ability to speak, especially since i hc my stanley to have been a singer as his prime hobby outside of programming and whatnot.

but then post parable, finally given his new voice, hes learned to value his muteness, finding signing more easier to do than use his tts voice

but he starts singing, and the computery roboticness of his voice feels familiar

cue shot, of stanley sitting on a couch, narry lying his head on stanleys lap, and he just starts singing daisy bell.

the narrator doesnt understand why, even if he cannot remember his life before the parable that well, it feels like home.

#ozzy rambles #im having tsp thoughts pay no mind #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #narrator tsp #stanley tsp #tspud #tsp #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #stanley parable #fourth wall au

[connorconsumestrousers]

funne gays dancing one shot bc why not !! (I wrote this a few weeks ago and I have two other ones if y'all are interested!!)

"Stanley, I don't understand why I need to do this-"

/shh, here look I'll teach you./

"well,, okay. but only this once."

Stanley grabbed his hand, which made him flinch. Stanley saw this, and it made his heart hurt. but he continued. he hummed lightly to get a beat to dance to, because it's very.. very difficult to dance in silence. /one, two, three, four/ he placed a hand on the other's waist, which did not go unnoticed. he could see the other's face slowly turn red. but he just smiled lightly. Stanley lead Narrator a few steps at a time, making sure he had the proper footing and all.

after a while, Narrator was getting a hang of it. he was actually getting into it! Stanley laughed lightly, actually really happy the other enjoyed dancing. maybe,, enjoyed it too much. he tripped on his own shoe, lucky for him, Stanley kind of saw this coming. he caught Narry, though he was a bit heavier than Stanley had intended. so he was kind of off put, and was bent a bit closer than he thought was comfortable.

but.. he couldn't move. this moment felt like it was going in slow motion. like in the movies, in those romantic scenes. he stared into the other's eyes, which he did in return.

Narrator's face flushed longer and longer as he was held there. his heart sunk,, or something like that. he wasn't sure. but being this close was definitely different. but not necessarily in a.. bad way. he felt like melting there, right on the spot. but he didn't know why.

Stanley blinked and pulled the other back on his own two feet. Narrator let go of Stanley's hand and shoved his hands in his pockets. without a word, he walked to the corner of the room and pulled his knees up to his chest and pulled the collar of his trenchcoat over his head. he wanted to be secluded. hide from whatever feelings he was feeling.

Stanley watched this, and felt bad. he didn't want narrator to feel uncomfortable with him. especially not now. with all this progress. he clenched his fists and exhaled, then walked over to the other. he sat next to him, nudging him softly. narrator grunted lowly and turned away slightly. Stanley frowned and put an arm around narrator's shoulders. attempting to make him feel better, but inevitablely making it worse.

/I wonder why he's acting like this,,/

Narrator loosened his grip on his collar and inhaled deeply, then exhaled. Stanley was a bit startled as the other finally raised his head again. but he kept his hand up, shielding his face from Stanley. "You have to forget what happened a moment ago." he grumbled. Stanley blinked at him for a moment, before narrator grabbed his collar and shook him gently. "you have to promise to forget!! forget!! forget what happened a few minutes ago!! promise me!!" he begged. Stanley just stared into his eyes, then smiled softly and nodded his head. /yep. forgotten. what happened a few minutes ago?/ narrator tried to keep a straight face but just started to crack up. "nothing. nothing happened a few minutes ago."

narrator let go of Stanley's collar, then stood up, brushing himself off. "come on, what else did you want me to try?"

#the stanley parable #stannator #the narrator #writing #gay #THEY DANCE !! #dancing #HAPPY GUYS !! FUNNE GUYS !! #tspud narrator #tspud #tspud stanley

[justmeinatree]

i already can't wait for tuesday 😅 I've been in such a Narry mood all weekend but those crumbs were still lovely, thank you for sharing them with us 🫶

i'm convinced this series is just never going to end but i'm not complaining!! i'm actually really excited for more extras especially because i like seeing the direction you're taking the plot in 😅

-🤘

i’m also convinced this story will never end at this point 😅 which is absurd considering when i wrote the first bit, it was to stay just random smut one shots. i swore i wouldn’t go with feelings, i’d keep it purely smut 😬 WELL HERE WE ARE 😂 so now i vow to keep it a very healthy understanding happy relationship (it was the threesome drama i wanted to avoid originally, but i figure i can keep that up regardless) i just love who they’ve become and how their characters developed themselves over time ugh i just love them 😂 on that note though, i hate when authors can’t end their story and it ends up being like a thousand chapters of crap that just drags on for no real reason so if i ever reach that kind of point, either call me out on it or trust that it will end when it should 😅

#asks #🤘anon

[braisedhoney]

SLOTS FILLED: 5/5

!!ALL SLOTS ARE NOW TAKEN!! thank you so much everyone! o7

(ALSO DISCO ELYSIUM I FORGOT TO ADD IT TO THE FANDOMS LIST GAH—)

@indigooey had a fantastic idea recently to help @blackkatdraws upgrade their animation equipment from… their phone… to a screen tablet, and that’s funky as hell!

so I'M OPENING CHARACTER BUST COMMISSIONS FOR THE FIRST TIME! want narry to kiss your hand? a niche random au sans? a markiplier ego i never got to? want to see your oc in my style??? well five slots are open...

... aaaaaand i have no idea if they'll be taken or not! LMAO

i really hope so though, bc i'd love to help out. more details below and in the post itself!

instead of sending the money to me, you'll be paypaling it to indigo, the one ultimately paying for the upgrade alongside @/R_Sick_Ghost on twitter (another member of the tsp creator club discord server).

i'll send you the link to her paypal once your slot is claimed juuust in case, so nobody just sends money without discussion expecting a slot ;; better safe than sorry, right?

it is in the post, but you MUST discuss with me first if you want a commission.

i reserve the right to decline your commission. obviously i'm not gonna cancel one that's confirmed properly, but please do not randomly send money and expect to have your commission accepted without prior discussion.

just had to make that super clear before we move on lol.

but yeah, like i said before! if you've ever wanted a character in my style, or for me to draw another undertale au, or to have a POV shot of gaster or narry kissing your hand or whatever, now is the time o7

kat really is a wonderful animator, and even with extremely limited equipment has managed to do incredible work. you may recognize this animation of my narry they did, or even just THEIR narry variants, black and grey, and all the wonderful animations on their YouTube channel. i think this could be really great for them—and hey, even if that doesn’t ring a bell for you, you get some art out of the deal :)

#ney’s art #ney's comics #commissions #kat is also currently shadowbanned on their main account which #as far as i know for absolutely no reason #... so i'd like to do what i can to help <3

[babyhoneyheslt]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @enchantedlandcoffee :D

How many works do you have on ao3?

15.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

277,361.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

One Direction and sometimes Supernatural.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Unrequited (346)

The Silver Dagger (212)

Into The Mist (131)

Timeless (59)

Electric Touch (58)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do try to respond to all comments, if I don't it's mainly because I have missed them. I just find it nice especially because I don't have that many (though I wish I had more) to answer everyone as it's manageable.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think all my fics have happy endings? The angst is usually gone so I don't think it's ended angsty?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Timeless

8. Do you get hate on fics?

In the bookmarks apparently, but not typically.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, but I would like to try at some point.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Larry, Narry and Destiel. (I am not picking)

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a fic unposted based off You the TV show, and I want to finish it but I don't think I ever will.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't know :(

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue, I am very awkward so I think it comes across in my characters.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'd probably just stick to English because I know it, I'll be having a little bit of Welsh in one fic but not too much.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

One Direction back in 2012 :D

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Unrequited because it's the first time I have ever written something so long and because I love the premise I made of it. But I also love my Castles Crumbling one shot based on Taylor Swift's song.

I don't know who has done this so I'm tagging but no pressure @hellolovers13 and @lunarheslwt

[stanleysbuttonblog]

(the time of this is significant)

The Narrator had fallen asleep around… three or four hours ago. Stanley had rested on the proctor’s chest, sitting near to the glowing core in the center of his torso, until Narry had drifted off into his incorporeal voice-form. He only did that when he was really tired. Which made sense. He’d been disconnected for… a while now.

Stanley himself wasn’t quite tired, but he was drained. A lot of shit had happened! Mostly with his boyfriend. But still! He’d shot someone.

Oh. Speaking of.

The Ex was… looking at him again. Creepy.

He opened his mouth, and in a very quiet manner, spoke.

“Come to me, you want me, you need to be at my conduct.”

Stanley felt an electric sort of pain course through his body as he stared at the man. No. No. He did not want to follow him.

And yet, his legs walked nearer.

“What was that?” {SCEPTER} said, her voice icy. She was holding her phone up to her ear– she’d been talking to Xigbar for the entire round. 

“You don’t want to– AUGH!”

“Quiet.” The Ex murmured, as he gripped at Stanleys waist and held him close– leveraging his body as a sort of shield.

{SCEPTER}’s leg shot out like a bullet, connecting with her Ex’s kneecap– the broken one– and [Name Redacted] went down. He smacked his face on Stanley’s knee on his way to the floor, and a splatter of blood hit Stanley’s face. 

“I asked you what that was!” She sounded furious.

“He needs to be claimed.” [Name Redacted] wheezed.

“Stanley, he’s wrong,” She said.

“I am trying to help you.” he hissed at Stanley. “You-”

“Don’t listen to him! He is not trying to help you. Stanley, if you-”

“-need to heed my word–”

“IF YOU WANT TO, COME WITH ME TO MY APARTMENT-”

“-so as to remain well–”

She kicked him in the face, directly in the mouth. He saw blood spurt from his gums and several teeth went flying. 

“Stanley, come with me.” She grabbed his wrist and-

“Help me. She’s hurting me, just help me.”

“He doesn’t need your help, Stanley, he’s an abuser and a dick. And pathetic. And lame. I’m phrasing these as commands to counteract his but actually of all it’s true. Come with me to my apartment, you can stay with me until the Narrator comes back. Let’s go.” She said, very assertively. 

She pulled on his wrist, tinking off down the hall.

Stanley clutched at his head and fell to the ground, screaming silently in pain.

He curled inward on himself, and his eyes dimmed.

Closed.

[FILE.427-QUARANTINED]

#ooc #lore update

[insomniphic]

FOR THE DAILY ONE-SHOT VALENTINES WEEK SPECIAL

Tried to finish this today but couldn’t so I guess we’re doing the second part tomorrow 🤷‍♀️

‼️Reminder that these One-shots are NOT CANON whatsoever.‼️

<— Prev

DAY 2: STARS (Part 1)

“I promise you, Narry. The sights here are great!” His lover rambled on, clasping onto his hand as they dragged him down the pebble road, talking over the sound of rocks shuffling underneath their weight — blending well with the crickets hidden in the grass, and forest, that bordered them from the town. “And I double, double, checked the weather today, just to make sure. It’s clear skies!” They craned their neck to grin, the soft glow emitting from him creating a warm portrait that he’ll imprint in his mind forever; just like every other moment.

“You seem pretty happy that ‘stargazing’ won on the wheel of mundane dates tonight.” Narry laughed, giving their hand a gentle squeeze as he swayed his other arm that held the bag carrying their essentials.

“So what? It was my idea.” They chuckled, decelerating their eager pace to stride along with their partner.

“Hey now, I’m not denying that it’s a great idea.” Narry hummed leaning to their side to give them a quick kiss on the temple. “Believe me when I say that I’m just as excited.”.

Stars out of all things. He’s got his fair share of experiences with “stars”. In fact, the most logical explanation for his identity, as a being, would be to call him as one of those specks out there.

Narry huffed, a small attempt to hide a random chuckle. It’s taking a lot out of him to not say something his lover would categorize as “cringey”:

“Why look at all of that stellar activity when I’m right here?” Or maybe something else like, “Am I not the light of your life, already?”

Ah… he could already see the eye roll and the incoming punch to the shoulder — all while talking about how stupid his attempt to flirt is. Sadly, he’ll have to hold that idea back for a future moment. His beloved seems quite eager to make this opportunity special for them.

His eyes change focal points from the dim green path, to up at the musty clouds of gray covering any of the beauty. He strained his eyes as far as he could and noticed the awaited empty patch of clouds coming to blow their way. A speed that would take longer than it should. A gust whistles past them and he takes his attention away from the observation, listening back in on his jewel’s ramblings. He’ll save those worries for later.

“—I mean how could I not be excited, honestly? You cooked the meal for tonight, we’re out of town to the point where it’s quite, we get to experience some nature, I get to be with you and do the things I’ve always wanted to do,” they listed, a warm smile widening on their face as the reasonings became more heartfelt than the last word, and Narry couldn’t help but blink and gape his mouth slightly in awe. Sometimes he forgets that affection exists; that he’s capable of it. And with his lover saying those kinds of lovey-dovey things? He’ll be quickly reminded.

Narry shuts his parted lips and pries his hand away from their hand just to run it up their back and wrap his arm around their shoulder, pulling them into where they have to trot with a slight tilt. “Do you know how much I love you?” He whispered against their hair.

They quiet down, the crunching of the gravel echoing louder during that moment of silence. “No, I don’t need to know,” they began, “I’m just happy to hear that you know how much you love me,” they smiled contentedly as they came closer to the hill.

“I do.”

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Next —>

#I really don’t like writing but this is just me pushing myself out of my comfort zone 🥲 #anyways with Narry’s probably fated possibility that he’ll never find a love (interest) #i don’t think he’ll ever get used to the fact/knowledge that he CAN love. #You know? #oc #oc writing #oc fictive #drabble #valentines special #valentines week #Narry #InSomniphic’s Random Commentary #InSomniphic’s Event Participation