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jadelynlace · 3 years ago

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More HCs⎮Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU⎮[Ivar x F!Reader]

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☞ We have some things with his ex, some things with Floki, one with Dad Ivar and a whole lotta fun.

We’ve talked about Ivar’s ex before. And we’ve talked about the toll she caused in that man.

Or as Hvitserk says: “He turned into a shell of who he was.”

He craves an emotional connection, but he didn’t have it with her. In the beginning, yes, and things were going well, but there were certain red flags Ivar ignored because he thought he wasn’t worth any relationship. And with ignoring them, he let it grow, and didn’t want to lose her, so he took the abuse. In whatever form it came as. And because of that, he became impotent. Resulting in her laughing, teasing, and him giving her head to get her off. Which, is why you said “You’re really good at this” the first time he went down on you. But she never wanted to kiss afterwards. Ivar never got to give aftercare, nor did he get to receive it.

(I created this character’s AU and now even I want to kill her. Alright, focus Jade.)

And then the first time happens between you two. Remember how he scoffed at the condom? Yeah, that was because he was shocked he was hard in the first place, and he was trying to play it off. Also, how he twitched when you got on your knees for him? Yeah, because he hasn’t been that hard or that turned on in a long time. He had the emotional connection with you already, and he didn’t even know it.

And when he went down on you—really went down on you and brought you to your peak, twice? You pulled him up for a kiss, but he stopped before asking “Even though I just went down in you?” with swollen lips and your release shining in his chin. You replied: “Especially because you just went down on me.”

You and Hvitserk stop at the red light in the ambulance; radio broadcast playing in the cabin as you watch the traffic in front of you. Around the corner comes a truck, trailer attached and you immediately recognize it to be Floki’s. But Ivar’s driving it.

“That’s Ivar!” You say, lighting up like a child.

“Where?”

“Floki’s work truck!” You point.

Behind it comes a minivan, Helga’s with the two boys in the back and then finally, another pick up truck. That’s also Floki’s, but he’s driving it. As you two take off again, you watch Ivar take a right turn at the next street, totally aware you saw him. The minivan follows, and so does the last truck. Which, when you drive by, has a hand out of the widow with a wave. An untattooed, white arm and you know even Floki knows you caught them.

“Ivar is Floki’s third son,” Hvitserk says.

“There’s no doubt about that,”

“It’s like, he’s living in a universe where he’s the first born, not the last,” He points out and that makes you laugh.

“Let’s just hope my house is still standing at the end of our shift,”

“Let’s take the ambulance over that way and be on standby,”

“Oh, if I see the truck again I’m hitting it. Sorry Chief, the brakes just...failed! And I couldn’t stop in time. Has absolutely nothing to do with the fact it’s my husband!”

Ivar gets seasick. Motion sick. Nauseous on flights. Car sick. If he’s not driving, he’s likely going to get sick. He has tummy troubles. I said what I said. When you do have the opportunity to accompany him on a flight, you know he has a precise routine: taking medication for his stomach at the gate, and then something to make him tired right as you’re boarding. As the flight attendants go over safety instructions, you feel a slow burst of pressure on your shoulder, and you don’t even have to look over now to know that Ivar’s found a comfortable spot (even though it doesn’t look it), and he’s out. You do make sure you let the flight attendant know to leave his drink and snacks/meal on his tray, or he whines.

We know Ivar smoked. When you two first started getting together, he used his smoke breaks at that parlor as an excuse to talk to you. Sigurd hates the smell, and would stay far away when Ivar went around the back of the building to sit with his cigarettes and draw. And he got away with talking to you as much as he wanted, and you knew this. So, when he starts to call a few more times during the day, you know he’s smoking, you know he’s having more cigarettes than he usually does and you tell him you’re not going to answer the phone because smoking isn’t healthy for him. Even though, you were smoking a cigarette when you two first went out. If you ever try to take a drag from his he’ll go “No, it’s not healthy!” And then he frowns because he fell into that trap, again.

On more than one occasion, prior to his accident, you have come out of the store to see him leaning against your car, or his car, looking up at the stars and finishing his cigarette.

Even when he smoked on your balcony, you’d step out and he’s apologize, try to shoo you back inside but you’d climb right into his lap.

“You hate the smell,” He’d try.

“I want to be close to you,” You whisper, resting against him.

Remember how Ubbe said the brothers started to piece a few things together in regards to you two dating? Well, one of which was when you came into the station for your shift, with the smell of Ivar’s cologne still on you. A very particular brand, that’s only sold in his home country and Hvitserk could recognize it anywhere.

“She came in smelling like Ivar’s cologne, I think you’re right about the two of them!” He’ll text Ubbe. “Add it to the list!”

And Ubbe certainly adds it to the list.

There’s a spot Ivar favors in a park, much like where he used to draw as a kid, that he’ll occupy at early hours in the morning. The bench faces where he can see the sun rise, and on more than one occasion he’s sat there, drawing the sun rise and then the rays on the water.

After a particularly horrid shift, you stop at the corner coffee shop, grab a cup and walk through that park. At first, you think your exhaustion is getting the best of you: there’s no way that’s Ivar on the bench this early in the morning, but he’s there, bundled up and drawing.

“What are you doing up this early?” Ivar hears a voice float from his left and he looks up to see you, dressed in your uniform, an additional sweatshirt with the department’s logo and a steaming cup of coffee.

“Drawing,” Ivar tries and you sit down next to him. “You can see the sunrise from here,” He admits. “I like to draw it,” And you peek down to see his artwork and you may as well look at that, because it’s more lifelike than the scenery in front of you, even with no color. You suddenly pass Ivar your cup of coffee, and he takes a big sip, while you rest your head on his shoulder. “Long night?”

“Horribly long,” You whisper, closing your eyes for a moment and you don’t care if anyone sees this.

“Want to head back? We can shower and I’ll make you some breakfast?” Ivar asks and you nod.

While he puts his notebook in his backpack, you stand, lacing your fingers with his as you two reach the crosswalk, and wait for the signal. Around the corner, there’s a truck at a different light, with full view of the two of you and Ubbe can see you and Ivar holding hands.

“You’re right,” Ubbe says immediately once Hvitserk picks up.

“I was just falling asleep,” Hvitserk mumbles.

“They’re holding hands,” Ubbe says.

“How do you know?” Hvitserk asks.

“I’m looking at them right now, leaving the park,” He speaks, the car behind him honking while he remains still even after the light changes.

“Add it to the list!” Hvitserk says and the line goes dead.

Ivar has a love for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He always makes one when you’re upset, because his mom used to do that for him, when he was upset. So, there’s no doubt he can’t wait until his kid is enjoying them right alongside him. You wait until he’s home on his lunch, just because you want Ivar to be there to see it, and in case there’s an adverse reaction to the peanuts.

So, Ivar takes his seat next to the baby’s high chair, pulling the thing over to the table and cuts off a small little corner of his sandwich for the 12-month-old.

“Like this, see?” Ivar says, taking his sandwich and biting the middle. The baby watches, looks back at his little piece, and gracefully shoves the whole thing in his mouth in one quick, sideways motion. It makes Ivar suddenly laugh, which makes the little one giggle back at his Dad while you sit there and record these two.

“Is it yummy?” Ivar asks.

This is courtesy of @ivarisms and our wonderful discussion regarding Ivar and his breeding kink.

“Fed In Bed and Bred” is Ivar’s version of “Live Laugh Love” and you know damn well this dork tries, on more than one occasion, to hang a sign in the new house you two buy, with the exact logo. One that he made.

Another one he tries to hang? “Fuck and kill your way to Valhalla!” But when he’s drunk, he plasters a piece of white paper so all it reads is “Fuck your way to Valhalla!” and, while he’s at it, he writes your wife on another slip of paper. Making the final result: “Fuck your wife to Valhalla!”

Interior decorating is not his strong suit.

Ivar is 6′5″ or 198 cm.

(Ink Drinker’s Ivar, at this point, has evolved into his own character, with the likeness of his FC’s features. And historically, Ivar the Boneless was meant to be giant of a man (double thanks to @ivarisms for pointing this out to me) so you are all very welcome. That mother fucker is tall, he’s wide, he’s muscular, he’s big. Hug him.)

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whenisitenoughtrees · 4 years ago

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Prompt 59: “You’re so drunk.” Janus saying it to his boyfriends Patton and Remus? Both who ended up drinking a little more than planned lol

thank you for this prompt!! this is probably one of the fluffiest things i’ve written in my whole life

prompt list here (prompts currently open!)

Title: and days of auld lang syne

Word Count: 1,778

Content Warnings: alcohol consumption, vague sexual innuendo

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In his defense, he doesn’t mean to lose his boyfriends. But Remy’s house is very large, and there are a lot of people here, a lot of chatter, a lot of food, a lot of champagne flowing, and that makes it incredibly easy to get sidetracked. He spends about an hour discussing obscure philosophers with Logan, and then Dot and Larry draw him into conversation for almost as long, and by the time he realizes that he has no idea where Patton and Remus have gotten off to, it’s nearly midnight.

And that simply will not do. He’s not bringing in the new year without his boyfriends by his side. It’s tradition, after all, and he’ll admit, he’s just a bit concerned about the fact that he hasn’t seen them since just after they arrived. Usually, he is confident in Patton’s ability to curb Remus’ most foolish impulses, but in a crowd like this, with this kind of festive atmosphere? There is no telling what kind of mischief Remus might think up, and even Patton’s most disappointed stare might not be enough to stop him.

So, he goes looking, which turns out to be a more monumental task than he thought. Because really, why does Remy own such a huge house? How does he have so many friends? It’s truly ridiculous, and Janus is getting tired of navigating through all these people, half of whom are strangers and all of whom are decidedly not who he is looking for. He is excellent at putting on a show of politeness even on his worst days, but he can feel his smile wearing thin around the edges, can feel his eye begin to twitch.

But finally, he bumps into Virgil, who rolls his eyes and directs him to the second floor balcony, the one overlooking the back gardens. He makes his way there with no small measure of relief, and finds that the second floor is, at least, less crowded, which does wonders for his mood. He pushes the balcony doors open, and feels the tension drain from him as he lays eyes on his boyfriends, sitting on the floor and leaning in toward each other, whispering conspiratorially.

He clears his throat.

“Is this an exclusive meeting,” he asks, “or might I join you?”

Both Patton and Remus swivel their heads toward him, the motion almost in perfect unison. And that is when he first gains the inkling that something is off here; there are no lights on the balcony except for the stars, but the illumination from inside spills from the still-open doorway and across their faces, highlighting the flushes on their cheeks, the dilation of their pupils. And as they both stand, their legs seem unsteady, wobbly, as if the floor is rocking beneath their feet. Or at least, as if they think it is.

Patton reaches him first, a wide grin splitting his lips. He stumbles, and Janus reaches out to steady him, grasping his arms, and Patton beams at him as if he hung the moon.

“Hi!” he exclaims, far too loudly for the lack of distance between them. “I’m so happy to see you! Remus, look, it’s Janus!”

Remus has reached him by now, too, and he slings an arm around both Janus’ shoulder and Patton’s, leaning in close. He is steadier on his feet than Patton is, but only just, and Janus can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Give him the thing!” he insists, somewhat ominously, and just as loud as Patton. Janus winces as his eardrums protest the noise’s proximity, but his attention is distracted by Patton, who giggles and nods, taking his arms back from Janus and reaching into his shirt, pulling out— something. Janus can’t tell what it is; it’s too dark, and Patton moves too quickly, shoving whatever-it-is roughly onto his head. He frowns, raising a hand to touch it, trying to figure out what his new adornment is, but Patton pouts at him, yanking his arm back down.

“Don’t take it off!” he pleads. “We match now!”

Remus nods in eager agreement, and Janus squints at both of them, trying to figure out what they’re talking about. It only takes a moment, now that he’s looking for it; they both have circlets of vine resting atop their heads, clumsily tied together but seeming to hold up just fine. They appear to be made of more leaves than anything else, but they are speckled with delicate white flowers. He has to admit that it’s a lovely effect, overall, and he can’t bring himself to complain about being made to wear one.

“So we do,” he says. “Dare I ask where you got these from?”

Remus grins at him and points at the far corner of the balcony, where a mess of vines curls over the railing. There are clear signs of tampering, of some vines being torn off and flowers being plucked, and Janus hopes that Remy is not particularly attached to this plant. Also in that corner, he notes, are a great many discarded champagne glasses.

“Found ‘em!” Remus proclaims proudly, and Patton giggles.

“He was trying to jump off the balcony, and, and into the pool,” Patton says, using a tone that is clearly meant to be a confidential whisper, but doesn’t quite make it there. “I told him no, ‘cause then he’d be all wet—”

“—and I told him that I’d just take off my clothes—”

“—and then I told him that we had to wait until we get home until we do that, and then I saw the flowers and I thought we could make you something instead!” Patton smiles again, wide and bright, like a puppy eagerly seeking approval. He grabs Janus’ sleeve, tugging on it slightly. “Do you like it? It’s pretty, just like you!”

Janus can feel his face heating up, and hopes that the darkness conceals his blush. “Of course I like it,” he says, and Patton rocks back and forth on his heels, delighted, while Remus thrusts both fists into the air and lets out a loud whoop, a noise that gets lost in the veritable din coming from inside, and from the people that have begin to spill outdoors in anticipation of New Year’s fireworks. And seeing them both like this, so happy and content, he can’t help but smile back at them, shaking his head. “You’re so drunk,” he says, and he’s glad that no one else is around to hear how his voice turns disgustingly fond.

Remus nods rapidly, eyes wild, but Patton frowns at him. “Nooooooo,” he moans, and pitches forward, throwing all of his weight against Janus’ chest. He barely manages to keep them both upright. “’M not drunk, ‘m jus’ having a whole lotta feelings.”

Remus cackles, launching himself forward and into the two of them, and this time, Janus can do nothing to prevent them all from tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap. He grunts as both Patton and Remus land firmly on top of him, but he can’t be angry, not now, not tonight, not with the two of them here with him, no matter how inebriated they might be. Patton starts to giggle again, burying his face into Janus’ shirt.

“Whole lotta feelings ‘bout my butt!” Remus proclaims, plastering himself against Janus’ side and hooking one leg over both of his.

“Maybe later,” Patton informs him, his voice muffled, and Janus breaks at that, dissolving into laughter.

He can’t move. Can barely breathe, with the weight of both of his boyfriends pressing against his chest. But the stars are shining bright above them, glittering and twinkling just past the roof, and in the distance, the night sky blooms into reds and greens and golds as the fireworks begin, and there is absolutely no place that he would rather be.

“I love you both so much,” he says, and Remus sighs contentedly, snuggling in closer. Patton shifts, resting his head just above Janus’ heart.

“We love you too,” he says, voice slurred. “More than, more than anything. More than puppies. More than cookies, and, and—”

“And worms,” Remus supplies, “an’ more than brains, an’ zombies, an’ blood an’ guts. More than butts, even.”

Patton hums. “More than butts,” he agrees, and then after a brief pause, “But you do have a nice butt.”

And they both fall back into giggling at that, and Janus joins them, their joy utterly endearing, utterly infectious. He loves them. He loves them so, so much, and to this day, he has no idea how he can be so lucky as to have them, what he did to deserve Patton’s cheer and aching kindness, Remus’ eccentricity and unstoppable enthusiasm. They are all so different from one another that some days, he is still surprised that they fit together as well as they do, but he has never once stopped being grateful for it, grateful for them.

From both inside the house and below the balcony, there comes the unmistakable sounds of counting.

Ten. Nine. Eight.

He wraps his arms around them as best he can from this position. Patton takes up the count under his breath.

Seven. Six. Five. Four.

Remus wriggles in even closer, grasping at both of them, practically vibrating in his excitement.

Three. Two.

One.

The cheer rises up all around them, and Janus has no time to react before Patton is smacking a wet, sloppy kiss against the corner of his mouth, followed shortly by Remus doing the same, but only managing to capture his upper lip. And he watches in amusement as they attempt to kiss each other, too, their noses bumping clumsily against each other as they try to find purchase.

He laughs. “Come here, you two,” he says, and smiles at both of them as they turn to look at him. Patton ducks down first, and Janus kisses his lips, gently, softly, and Patton sighs in contentment. And then it is Remus’ face hovering above his, waiting his turn with a patience uncharacteristic of him, and Janus kisses him just as sweetly. And they both settle against his sides as the fireworks pop and roar and bloom, brightening the night into day and ushering in the new year. There is sound and there is music, and there is joy and there is laughter, the party still in full swing, but he feels no need to join it, because he has his joy and his laughter right here.

The new year is a time of resolutions, and in this moment, he makes his: to keep this, to keep them, now and forever and always.

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winchesters-favorite-girl · 4 years ago

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Flatline-Part Eleven

A/N: Jensen and his sixteen year old daughter get into an argument before she goes out for a night with some friends. A few hours later, Jensen gets a call that is going to change his family’s life forever.

Word Count: 1,727

Warnings: Hospital setting, tiny bit of angst

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Two Months Later

Small beads of sweat were dripping down your face as you gripped onto the two bars on either side of you. With shaking arms you tried to get a better hold on them before attempting to slowly trudge your right foot forward. Your right foot had moved a few inches before it became too much and you started to fall forward but your physical therapist, Robert, grabbed onto you.

“I got ya, don’t worry.” He spoke calmly to you, “You can relax.” Your body melted into him but you felt your anger begin to build.

“You did great kiddo.” Your dad said from his spot next to you and you had to take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down so you didn’t go off on him.

“If I was doing so great I’d be able to stand for more than 15 seconds without falling or I don’t know, be able to take a few steps. Even Zep and Arrow can walk and they’re toddlers.” You gritted out.

“God I love how positive you are.” Robert replied as he helped you regain your composure holding onto the bars, “Your siblings are toddlers but they weren’t in a major accident where parts of their bone structure had to be remade and now have to regain the strength to walk again. Oh did I mention that your siblings weren’t told by doctors that they likely wouldn’t be able to walk again?”

You turned your head and glared at Robert, “Someone is sassy today.”

“Looks like someone brought a whole lotta attitude into my gym today.” He spoke back, never breaking eye contact with you.

This was something you loved and hated about Robert, he called you out on your crap and didn’t let you get away with it. He didn’t let you throw yourself a pity party and expected a lot out of you. He pushed you and pissed you off, but his methods were effective and you were already further in your recovery then expected.

“Try again sweetheart.” Jensen told you from his spot.

“I don’t-I don’t think I can.” You responded with a shaky tone, your body was screaming at you to stop but your mind wanted to keep trying.

“Yes you can, you got this babe.” Your dad spoke but you shook your head.

“You okay kid? Need a break?” Robert asked, recognizing your shift in attitude.

“I’m okay, just-I think I need a minute.” You told him.

“Nothing wrong with that, okay? You’ve pushed it a lot today and already made huge improvements.” Robert said, helping you move backwards and safely into a chair.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Jensen asked, coming to squat down next to you.

Robert handed you your water bottle which you took with a grateful smile, “Nothing,” You replied honestly before taking a sip of your water, “My body was telling me I needed to stop so I listened to it. That’s what I’m supposed to do, right?” You asked, thinking back to when you first started PT and pushed too hard one day which resulted in you passing out, which effectively terrified your father.

“Right.” Jensen replied with a tight smile.

“What’s that look for?” Robert asked, calling out your father for his odd behavior.

Jensen shook his head, “Nothing. Just happy seeing my girl getting better.”

You took another sip of your water bottle but continued to look at your dad with a confused look.

“Oookay then,” Robert replied, “Well Y/N is doing great, she’s kicking ass, ahead of my schedule for her and I honestly think in the next month or so we’ll see her slowly and carefully on her feet. Keep working hard kid and with Dad here cheering you on I think in the next six months you won’t need me anymore.”

“Really?” You questioned excitedly.

“Really.” Robert said with a smile, “You keep working hard and with the support that you have, you got this. We’re done for the day so get into your chair and get outta here.”

“Yes sir.” You replied, giving a mock salute.

“Thanks Robert.” Jensen spoke, moving your chair next to you so that you could safely get into it.

“You sure you’re okay dad?” You asked before taking a bite of your protein bar, “You’ve been acting all weird since the gym.”

Jensen gave you another tight smile, “Yeah I’m fine sweetheart, just thinking about some stuff.”

“Wanna share with the class?” You questioned, taking another bite of your bar. Your dad let out a long breath and you could tell he was trying to think about what to say, “What is it? Dad, you’re kinda freaking me out, the last time you acted this weird was when you wanted my opinion on asking mom to marry you and you thought I’d say no.”

“It’s just something Robert said is all.” He told you.

“What did he say? I thought he had nothing but awesome news today.” You replied, not understanding where your father was going with this.

“It is, it’s amazing news babygirl and I’m so proud of all the hard work you’ve done.” Your dad told you.

“Okay...then what is it?” You pushed.

“He said the support you’ve gotten has been a lot of help.” He stated.

“Yeah, and? Isn’t that a good thing? You and mom are always worried you aren’t doing enough but obviously you are. You guys don’t push me too hard, you let me try to be independent at home, you come to all my doctor and physical therapy appointments, you’ve been amazing.” You spoke with a smile, “I might suck at saying it but I really appreciate you having my back with all of this dad, being there with me through it all has made this easier.”

Jensen grabbed your free hand, brought it to his lips and placed a kiss on it, “I’m so glad I’ve been able to be here for you and I’m so proud of you sweetheart.”

Later that night you were settling into bed when a knock at your door grabbed your attention.

“Come in.” You shouted as you attempted to pull your covers up.

“Hey sweetheart, mind if we talk about something?” Your dad asked as he stepped into your room.

“Sure.” You nodded your head as you successfully pulled your quilt up to your chest, “What’s up?”

“Just uh, something I gotta tell you. It’s what I was thinking about during the car ride back from PT today.” He told you as he sat at the foot of your bed.

“Told you there was something buggin’ ya.” You replied, “Why didn’t you tell me then?”

Jensen scratched the back of his neck, “Just wasn’t the right setting.” He replied, “Babygirl you know how glad I’ve been to be able to be with you throughout all of this, right?” You nodded your head, not sure where he was going with this. “Watching you through all of this, it’s been hell as a parent but I can’t imagine not being there with you through all of this.” Again you nodded your head, confused with what he was trying to tell you. “Well sweetheart, it’s been four months since the accident, which means I’ve been away from work for four months…”

“So?” You asked in a harsh tone.

“So, I have to go back to Vancouver next week.” Your dad said in a sad voice, “Jared and I have been able to buy time so that I can be here but I gotta go back so that we can finish this season and so they can start prepping for the next one.”

You didn’t say anything, you just started at your dad.

It made sense, he’d been gone from work for a long time. No filming, no conventions, he hadn’t done anything with the brewery or with music. The last few months he’d been dedicated to taking care of you and trying to spend time with your siblings.

That didn’t mean it hurt any less to hear he was going back to work which meant rarely seeing him and having to face everything alone. Yeah you had Danneel but she had your three siblings to take care of.

Which meant you were going to be alone.

“You’re gonna leave me?” You questioned, your voice sounding like you were a small child which broke your dad’s heart.

“No honey, I could never just leave you.” Jensen replied, grabbing onto your hand.

“But you’re gonna go back to Vancouver to film.” You stated.

“Yeah.” Jensen grimaced, “But I’ll be back every other weekend and I promise to FaceTime you every chance I get.”

“But you won’t be here.” You told him as tears began to form in your eyes, “Dad, I need you. You can’t leave me.” Jensen looked at you but didn’t know what to say, he knew you wouldn’t like that he was leaving but he couldn’t avoid it. Filming had been put off for as long as possible and you weren’t able to go to Vancouver with him.

“You know I’d stay if I could sweetheart.” Jensen said, wiping the tears that were falling from your eyes.

“But I need you here.” You stated again, “You can’t leave me, I can’t do this without you.”

Jensen moved so that he was sitting at the head of the bed with you and carefully scooped you up so you were in his lap.

“I’m so sorry honey,” He tried to sooth you as you sobbed into his neck. He held the back of your head while rubbing your back with his other hand, “You can do this sweetheart, I’ll call you all the time and be home whenever I can be.”

“Please don’t leave me.” You cried into his neck, “Don’t leave me alone, I can’t do this alone, I need my dad, please don’t leave me.”

Jensen continued to hold onto you, his own tears falling down his cheeks. He tried his hardest to keep it together but he hadn’t seen you fall apart like this in months, only this time he was the cause of it.

“Please don’t leave me daddy.” You repeated, holding on tighter to your father.

Jensen closed his eyes as he felt his heart break at your request knowing that he couldn’t do anything about it.

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part Thirty-Eight

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry keeps an arm around you in the back of the uber as you head to Niall’s. You both knew you’d be drinking again. Niall’s place was already packed with people when you got there, and you were on the earlier side. You put your coat and Harry’s in the closet. He snakes an arm around your waist. He was grateful you didn’t wear a scarf or anything. Your hair slightly covered the marks on your neck, but if someone really looked at you, they’d be able to see them.

“Damn, Y/N!” Rachel says, giving you a hug. “Haven’t seen you wear that dress in years.”

“It was in the back of my closet, looks good right?”

“Looks great!” She looks Harry up and down, squinting at the way he’s clutching at her hip.

“Is Lora with you?” You ask.

“Yeah, she’s in the kitchen making us some drinks. You guys want anything?”

“Maybe in a minute. Where’s Niall?”

“M’right here, keep your shirt on.” He says chuckling. You give him a hug with Harry’s hand moving to the small of your back.

“Harry and I brought some extra wine.” Harry hands it to him.

“Thanks! I’ll put these in the kitchen.”

“I can do that, I’m going back in anyways.” Rachel says taking the wine. Sarah comes walking up.

“Hey!” She hugs you and waves to Harry. “You look so pretty!”

“Thanks, so do you.”

“You get your hair touched up?”

“Yeah, just this afternoon.”

The girls chat, and Niall pulls Harry aside.

“How was the rest of your night?” Niall asks.

“Good, she passed out on me.” He laughs.

“Sarah talked my ear off all night.”

“’Bout what?”

“All that threesome shit.”

“I forgot all about that.” He looks back at you. He watches you throw your head back as you laugh at something. “I still can’t believe Y/N has had one.”

“I’m shocked you didn’t ask her a bunch of questions about it.”

“Not somethin’ I needed more information on. Plus I didn’t want her askin’ me anythin’. Do you think Sarah’s curious?”

“I have no idea, but I made it clear I wasn’t in the business for doin’ them anymore.”

“There he is!” Harry looks over and sees Louis coming towards him. They practically jumped into each other’s arms. Eleanor says hi to you.

“I’m so glad you made it!” Harry says breaking their embrace. “This is gonna be a good party, three of us together for another new year.”

“Hi, Y/N.” Louis says hugging you.

“Hi, good to see you again.” You blush, not expecting the hug.

“Same to you. Alright, who needs a drink?”

The guys all go into the kitchen and make up drinks and come back handing out glasses. Harry made you a vodka tonic, your favorite. You hang out with your friends for a good chunk of time, glancing over at Harry occasionally who was sucked into conversation with Louis. The two were laughing hysterically about something.

The night went on, and you found yourself dancing with your friends. Many other people were dancing as well. You were feeling really good.

“Mate, Y/N, looks really good tonight.” Louis says to Harry. Harry looks back at you and smirks.

“Yeah, she does. I’m a lucky bastard.”

“So you’re all moved in then?”

“Yup, we’re going to look at a bigger place in a couple days. Right across the street from here actually.”

“That’d be convenient.”

“Yeah, I like the idea of having Niall so close by. It’s nice knowing if I had to travel for work or something she could just come here or whatever, she wouldn’t be alone.” He takes a sip of his drink. “We were thinking once everything settles we’d come see you guys.”

“Really?” He perks up.

“Yeah, we’ve wanted to come sooner, but the holidays really took up our time.”

“How was she meetin’ mum and Gem?”

“It was great! They were super welcoming. I spoke to mum the other day, she raved about her. I was so glad they liked her. She fit right in with Mitch and Sarah too.”

“That’s great. Your pictures looked amazing.” Harry takes out his phone and shows Louis a few he didn’t post.

“She’s just so cute, lad, I can’t stand it.” Louis chuckles at his friend.

“Never seen ya so taken with someone, it’s nice.”

“It’s made me realize I’ve never really been in love before.”

“’S’how I feel about El.” Harry and Louis look over at you and Eleanor. “She fits right in with ‘em. I’m glad Y/N’s friends are so nice.”

“They really are a cool group of girls. They’re all really open, no prudes. I’d say Sarah’s the most innocent out of those three.”

“Isn’t there a fourth friend?”

“Yeah…Kate. They sort of stopped talking to her a few months ago. Lotta drama there.” Niall walks over to them.

“Great party mate.” Harry says. “As usual.”

“Thanks! Everyone seems happy. Think you idiots’ll pay any attention to your girlfriends tonight?”

“Oi, I resent that.” Louis says. “Just catchin’ up with the lad here.” Harry laughs, and looks back over at you.

He was almost afraid to go over to you. You looked so fucking sexy, moving your hips around, and that red lipstick. He would need to be taken care of instantly. You were both pretty buzzed at this point, so there was no telling what might happen.

“They’re all havin’ fun, don’t think they miss us.” Harry says.

“Rachel’s dancin’ with Lora.” Niall says.

“They’re a cute couple.” Louis says.

You look up and see the guys all watching you and your friends. You bite your bottom lip as you make eye contact with Harry.

“I’ll be right back.” You tell them, and walk over to your boyfriend. “Hey stranger.” You say kissing him in front of his friends.

“Hi.” He says, a little surprised, but delighted with your public display. He knew other people had been checking you out.

“Niall, this party is so much fun.” You say to your friend.

“Thanks. How’s Sarah?”

“Good, think she’s missing you though.” You nod towards her.

“Better go fix that.” Niall goes over to dance with his girlfriend.

“Louis how long are in town for?”

“Just til tomorrow love.”

“You and El should come over for lunch or something. We’re a bit cramped at the moment, but it would be great to have you over either.”

“Sure! I’ll ask her. Thanks.” He smiles at you. Louis had a really nice smile. He winks at Harry and makes his way to his own girlfriend. You look up at him.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hi.”

“Havin’ fun, angel?” The pet name sends a tingle up your spine. You wrap your arms around his waist and press yourself to him.

“Mhm. You?” You look at him through your lashes. Before he can say anything, your lips are on his again.

His free hand cups your cheek. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, and he opens up for you. Your tongues goes into his mouth, in search of his. He tastes like vodka, and you loved it. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and he groans, tugging at the hair on the back of your head.

Niall and Louis look over and see what’s happening.

“Do ya think they’re gonna go shag?” Louis asks.

“Maybe.” Niall shrugs. “Just hope they lock the door if they do.” He laughs.

“Apparently they can’t keep their hands off each other.” Rachel chimes in.

“That’s how Niall and I were when we first got together, remember baby?” She looks up at him.

“Hey, it’s still like that.” He pouts.

“Sure, but remember how hot and heavy it was. They’re just going through that phase now since it’s all still new. It’s cute.”

“Alright, let’s stop looking at them.” Lora chimes in. “Who needs another drink?”

You and Harry break from your kiss. You look at him with dark eyes. Your pupils had completely blown out. You take his hand and lead him down the hallway. Niall’s place had two full baths, and a half bath in the hallway. You go into the guest room, and lock the door. But you weren’t done there, you lead Harry into the guest bath, and lock that door too.

“No one’ll hear us this far back.” You say.

“And what exactly do ya plan t’do with me in here, hm?” He smirks.

You connect your lips to his again, and tug at his hair. He lifts you up onto the sink counter, not caring about whatever it was you knocked over in the process. His hand slips up between your thighs and you practically growl at the feeling.

“Fuck, I want you so bad Harry.” You moan when his teeth sink into your collar bone. “Please, baby, fuck me.” He wanted to tell you it would be much easier to take you from behind. He felt bold, so he asked.

“Can I take ya from behind, your ass just looks so good in that dress.” You swallow hard.

“No, I wanna be able to look at you.”

“Got a mirror in here.” He nips at your jaw.

“Harry…” You look at him.

“Alright, this way it is then.” He gives you a reassuring smile. You kiss on the exposed part of his neck and reach for his belt buckle. His hands move up to tug your nylons down.

“No time, just rip the crotch.” He looks at you, eyes wild.

“Really?”

“Do you want me to do it?”

Harry reaches both of his hands inside your dress, and tears the crotch of your tights open. His fingers graze against you, and he can feel how wet you are already.

“Just move them to the side.”

He tugs your dress further up, so it’s bunched at your hips. He lowers his pants and boxers just enough to take his dick out. You scoot closer, and help guide him in while he pushes your panties to the side.

“Mm, fuck.” You moan, clutching at his shoulders. He felt so good. “Feel so good Harry.”

“Gonna have t’fuck ya quick, angel.”

“Just be careful, okay?” He nods, and begins to move in and out of you.

“Feel so good around me baby.” He says into your ear. Your legs wrap around him.

The whole situation was so erotic. You were close just thinking about where you were, and how you were doing it. You start to clench around him.

“Gonna come f’me already?” You look at him. How did he know? “I can feel it.”

“Harry.” You moan.

“Go ‘head, come for me, come all over my cock.” You bite down on your lip hard to stifle the loud noise you desperately wish you could let out. “That’s a good girl, listenin’ t’me.” Your eyes flick up to his.

You kiss him, and hang onto him for dear life while he fucks up into you, hitting your g-spot. He was moving faster and faster, but you could take it. You felt safe in arms. More so, you were coming towards another release, and could feel his coming soon too as his movements got sloppier.

“Can I come in ya, or do you not want me to right now?”

“God, please, come in me Harry, fill me up.” You groan.

“Fuck.” He moans as he releases, you come again as well at the pure feeling.

You both sit there for a moment before he pulls out. You clamp your legs together, trying not to make mess. He helps you off the counter, and fixes himself up. You grab a tissue and wipe under your eyes. The skin on your chest had turned pink, and you had a fresh bruise on your neck.

“Turn around.” You say to him as you pull your tights and panties down, and sit on the toilet. He chuckles as you use the toilet to clean yourself up. You pull everything up, and pull your dress down.

“All set?”

“Mhm.” You loop your arm through his. “Don’t leave me for the rest of the night, please?” You both walk into the bedroom. You lean in closer to him.

“Feel shy?”

“Yeah.” You look up at him and he kisses your forehead.

“Don’t worry, Harry’s here.” You smile at him and walk out of the bedroom.

You peak your head out to make sure no one was around. There were other couple’s making out in the dark hallway, so no one gave you any weird looks. Harry stays with you like he said he would. Your hand never leaves his. Even when your friends want you to dance again.

“Twenty seconds!” Someone yells to signal the ball was going to drop soon. Niall turns the TV station to one of the live feeds.

Your friends all gather near each other. Harry pulls you close to his chest.

“5.”

“4.”

“3.”

“2.”

“1!”

“Happy New Year!”

Harry dips you slightly and kisses you. You can’t remember the last time you had a New Year’s kiss. You giggle when he puts you back up straight.

“Happy new year babe.” You say against his lips.

“Happy new year, love.” He kisses you again.

People start to trickle out of the party a little after one in the morning. You had drank a decent amount, everyone had. You were able to find a spot on the couch now that some people had left. Harry sits with you, and pulls you onto his lap to make more room for others. A few of you get into a game of cards against humanity.

You lean into Harry, and pepper kisses on his neck every few minutes. He loved when you were like this. He would never admit this to anyone, but he craved constant attention. And when he got it, he was addicted.

Around 2:30 in the morning, things had really dwindled down. Harry was off talking with Louis and Niall. They were all piss drunk. Sarah was passed out in the corner of the couch. Rachel and Lora were on their way out, and Eleanor had gotten herself set up in the guest room. You get up and shuffle over to the boys. You press your forehead into Harry’s chest, completely interrupting them. He places a hand on the back of your head, and strokes your hair. You wrap your arms around his back while he continues to talk to the guys. You can barely understand them, you just want to go home and get into bed with your baby.

“Harry.” You say looking up at him. You move your arms to wrap around his neck, getting his full attention. “Can we go home soon please?” He smiles at you.

“Sure, couldja order the uber f’me?”

“Mhm.” You hang on him as you open the app on your phone. He continues to talk to the guys.

“Babe, you wanna grab our coats?”

“Okay.” You turn around and go to the coat closet. You come back and hand him his.

“Thanks.” He looks down at your feet. “Gotta put your shoes back on, love.”

“No.” Louis and Niall look at you, then back to Harry.

“Your feet will get cold.”

“But my feet will hurt if I put these back on.”

“Y/N.”

“Harry.” You put a hand on your hip. Your phone dings. “It’s here.”

“Lou, I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Yeah, just text me when you want us there.” They hug. “Night, mate.” He says to Niall.

“Take it easy on her.” He winks at Harry.

“We’ll see.” Harry looks at you. “Really not gonna put your shoes on?”

“Nope.” He sighs, and before you know it, he’s picking you up, and throwing you over his shoulder.

“See ya lads.”

“Bye Harry.” Niall and Louis say in unison.

Harry adjusts you so he’s carrying you bridal style. You nuzzle into his chest. You felt cozy and safe. You feel him put you in the uber, and he also carries you up into your apartment. He sets you down and helps you take your jacket off. He takes off his own and looks at you.

“You know…you really shouldn’t say no to me like that in front of m’friends.”

“My friends too.” You pout. “I didn’t do anything on purpose. My feet just hurt so bad, Harry. I physically couldn’t put those things back on.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder, and walks by to go to the bedroom. You follow him in. Your reach up under your dress to take your tights off. You start laughing.

“What?” You hold them up.

“Forgot you ripped these.” You toss them in the trash. “Was pretty hot.” You slide your panties off and toss them in your basket. You reach inside your dress and remove the tape from your boobs. You sigh with relief.

Harry takes his shirt off, and tosses it in the basket.

“That dress is so sexy on you.” You saunter over to him. He wraps his hands around you and squeezes your butt.

“Wanna take it off?”

He tugs at the hem of the dress, and lifts it up over your head. You undo his belt buckle, and make his pants drop to the floor. You drop to your knees and tug his boxers down.

“What are you-“

“Haven’t had you in my mouth in so long.”

You wrap your lips around his tip, and suckle on it. He hisses at the feeling. His hands go into your hair, softly.

“Fuck, Y/N.” His eyes roll into the back of his head.

You take him deeper down your throat. You taste his precome all over your tongue. His hips thrust forward, and you nearly gag on him.

“Shit, I wanna be able to fuck you.” He pulls your face back. You look up at him with big eyes. He helps you up. “C’mon, let me fuck that tight cunt.” Your pupils fully dilate.

You practically jump on him, you both fall onto the bed. He rolls you on top of him. You were soaking wet, so you guide him in immediately. You grit your teeth as you get used to him. Your nails rake down his chest as you grind on him.

“Feel so good, angel.” His hands reach up to knead your breasts.

Your hands slide up and down his chest, one of them sliding to his throat. Your thumb rubs over his Adam’s apple.

“Is that okay?” You say in a grunt. He nods yes, and you apply a little more pressure as you move up and down on his dick.

“Can I do it to you?”

“Yes, but lightly.”

His hand slides up to your throat. His rings feel cold, but in a good way. Your head tilts back as he thrusts up into you, hitting your g-spot. You were panting. Harry’s hand moves to the back of your neck, and pulls you down to him so you’re chest to chest. He thrusts in and out of you, and there’s so much friction against your clit that you lose yourself.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You pant and moan against his neck. “Come in me baby, please wanna feel it.”

“Yeah, you want me to fill you up?”

“God, yes.”

Harry shoots up into you, filling you to the brim. You tighten around him as you feel yourself come again. You kiss him before getting off of him to go to the bathroom. Harry gets up to get two glasses of water.

“Please don’t make me drink that.” You pout.

“Y’need to baby girl.”

“But I don’t want to.” You whine.

“You’re gonna have a headache tomorrow if ya don’t. Look, I’m drinkin’ mine.”

“Alright.”

You take slow sips of the cold water. You put it on the side table next to the bed, and climb in. He climbs in next to you.

“Harry?”

“Yes, love?”

“Happy new year.” He chuckles.

“Happy new year.”

“Can I lay on your chest?”

“Course.”

You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his chest. He plays with your hair, and feel yourself drift off.

Your eyes flutter open around 10:30, your stomach feels like shit, but at least you didn’t have a headache. Harry was laying on his stomach, with an arm and a leg draped over you. His head in the crook of your neck. You would never get tired of waking up next to such a beautiful man. He feels you shuffle a bit, and slowly opens his eyes to look at you. He turns over, and you do the same so he can spoon you. You loved being encompassed by his scent, the warmth from his body.

“Mornin’.” He coos.

“Morning.” You grab your phone and look over the pictures you and your friends took last night. There was a really cute one of you and Harry. Damn, you did look good last night. “Mind if I post this one on insta.” You lean over and show him.

“We’re kissing in that one…”

“Yeah, someone snapped it at just the right time. I was going to post this one with it so it’s not the first one people see. We just look so cute.”

“Sure, I don’t mind.” He plays it cool, but he loves the idea of you wanting to show off your relationship. Just another reminder to everyone out there that you were very much taken.

“We should probably get up soon. Don’t want you to be crunched for time with Louis.”

“It was nice of you to invite them over today.” He snuggles into you.

After a quick shower, Harry gives Louis a call telling him when he can come over. You make some coffee, and hope your stomach doesn’t feel quite as achy. Harry notices you clutching at it.

“You getting’ your period again already?”

“No.” You giggle. “I have at least another week and a half. Stomach just feels gross from all the alcohol last night. Definitely shouldn’t have had two nights back to back like that.” You hand him a mug and he kisses you on the cheek. “What should I make all of us for lunch? I can spruce up the salad…”

“Oh, he said they’d being somethin’ over, Niall had a fuck ton of leftover food. So salad will be perfect.”

Just as you’re tossing the ingredients together, you hear the buzzer for the door. Harry lets them in. He and Louis hug as they come in.

“Hi Harry.” Eleanor says, giving him a light side hug.

“Enjoy the party last night El?” He says, returning the awkward hug.

“Yeah, Niall always throws a good one. Couldn’t stay awake much after the ball dropped though, I’ll be honest.”

“You certainly crashed early, love.” Louis looks at you. “Hi Y/N, thanks for havin’ us. Brought some chips and dip with us.”

“Oh great, just set it on the counter. Harry, you wanna put that in some serving dishes?”

“Sure thing.”

“I’m setting this up buffet style, feel free to help yourselves.” You smile.

Everyone makes themselves a plate, and gathers in the living area to eat.

“Nice place you two have here.” Eleanor says.

“Thanks, we’re looking at a bigger place tomorrow.” You say.

“Right, near Niall’s place?”

“Mhm.” You take a bite of your salad.

“What time did you guys leave last night? Lou didn’t come to bed til nearly two in the mornin’.” She laughs.

“Um…I’m not sure.” You look up at Harry. “I was sort of out of it last night.”

“No kiddin’, ya wouldn’t even put ya shoes on.” Louis says.

“I wouldn’t?”

“You don’t remember?” Harry asks. “I had to carry you out.”

“That I remember.” You giggle. “Just didn’t remember the reason.” You shrug.

“It was pretty cute, ya came over t’him like a little baby, askin’ t’go home.”

“Yeah, and you guys just kept talking like I wasn’t even there. What were you talking about anyways?” Harry and Louis look at each other.

“Nothin’ important. Just deep in conversation.” Harry says. “So, El, how’s work?”

“Good!” She says, completely surprised he asked. “Um, really good actually. Love what I do, and all tha’. Lou and I have the next few days off, we’ve got Freddie comin’ t’be with us.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, his mum felt bad for stiffin’ me over Christmas, so she said we could have him again for another few days. She took him with her on a family ski trip.”

“What about school?”

“He can miss a few days of preschool, not a big deal. Maybe when you guys come to visit it’ll be on one m’weekends, know he misses his Uncle H.”

“Y/N, Harry’s told Lou you have a little nephew?”

“Yes!” You take your phone out. “He’s so cute.” You pull up a picture to show her.

“Oh! Look at those chubby cheeks!”

“He’s like a little meatball.” You giggle.

“Which of your siblings had him?”

“My brother. I’m a first time auntie, and I love it.”

“He’s a super cuddly baby too.” Harry says.

“Oh I bet you snatched him up the second you met him.” Louis says chuckling. “I swear you held Freddie more at the hospital after he was born than I did.” He takes a sip of water. “I remember too, when you posted that picture on your Instagram, the one you keep private now, and I think every girl that followed you commented with heart eyes, or DM’d you.”

“Ohhh, so that’s why you love babies so much, just trying to get in good with ladies.” You tease him.

“Ya got me.” He rolls his eyes. “What are Niall and Sarah up to today?”

“Jesus, that’s why I got to bed so late ya know? She was asleep on the couch and the lad needed help gettin’ her into bed. She was complete deadweight. Think she was still sleepin’ when we left. He only got up to say goodbye.”

“Once we have a bigger place you two are more than welcome to stay over with us.” You say.

“You really do have the sweetest girl, I gotta say.” Louis puts his arm around Eleanor. “Other than mine of course.” She leans into him. They were a really cute couple, and you knew Harry was trying his best to be happy for them.

“Can I help with the dishes?” Eleanor says, walking into the kitchen with you. Normally would say no, but you could tell she didn’t want to be left alone with the boys.

“Sure! I have some fruit in the fridge, thought we could have that for dessert if you wanted to grab it.” She smiles and goes into the fridge. You both stop to look over at the boys. “It’s nice to see such a strong male friendship, isn’t it?”

“Definitely. Harry’s been way more relaxed around me today. I’m assumin’ you had somethin’ to do with that.”

“I didn’t say anything…you know he told me he really does like you, he’s just sad Louis’ so far away.”

“I’m a scapegoat, I get it.” She shrugs. “If we could live closer we would in a heartbeat, but he needs Freddie in his life. Took him a long time to get the custody he has over him now. We get him a lot more in the summer, it’s wonderful.”

“You really love him, don’t you?”

“Think of him as my own.”

“What was it like dating someone knowing he had a baby on the way?”

“Well, it certainly made for an interesting first date, but I appreciated him being so upfront and honest about it. He assured me he and his ex had no intentions of making a relationship work, and that I’d have nothing to worry about on that end. But he told me if he needed to scoot to go to the doctor with her, he wouldn’t hesitate. I thought it was sweet that he was taking so much responsibility.” She smiles as she looks at him. She leans in to whisper to you. “Sexiest dad in the world, gotta say.” You both giggle.

“Oi! What are you two gigglin’ about?” Louis gets up and walks over to you both. Harry follows him, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth.

“Nothin’, just enjoyin’ watchin’ the hens cluck.” She kisses him on the cheek.

“Here that? We’ve been reduced to cluckin’ hens.” He looks at Harry. “Sure you weren’t talkin’ about how much ya love me?”

“She said you were a sexy dad.” Eleanor gasps at you as you laugh.

“I’ve been betrayed!” She looks back at Louis. “But it’s true, I did say tha’.”

“Keep talkin’, love when you inflate m’ego.”

“As if Harry doesn’t do enough of that for ya.”

“Oh stop, if anythin’, I knock the lad down a peg or two.” He looks at Louis with a grin. “Isn’t that right, shorty.”

“Alright, we’re leavin’ before he starts actin’ up.” He looks down at his watch. “Yikes, we really do have to go. Don’t wanna sit in traffic.”

“Me either. Thanks so much for having us over.”

“Anytime!”

“Let us know when ya move, we can come help.” Louis says.

It was hugs all around. Harry sighed big after they left. Harry hated seeing his friend go. You squint your eyes at him.

“What?”

“What’s the big secret with you two…everything was muffled last night, but the three of you are concocting something.”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” He walks by you to go use the bathroom and you jump on his back. “Y/n! I need to wee!” He giggles. “What are you doin’?”

“Tell me!” You wrap your legs around his waist and push on his bladder.

“I’m gonna wee in m’pants if you keep doin’ that.”

“Tell me and I’ll let you go!”

“Okay, okay. We were talkin’ about marriage, can ya let me use the bathroom now!” You get off him and he turns around to look at him. You’re as pale as a ghost.

“Marriage?”

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myreygn · 4 years ago

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Toph or Aang for the ask meme?

or? honey imma do BOTH for you!

AANG

1. what spot makes them BEG for mercy?

his tummy is his absolute death spot. why? i don't know it just gotta be like that

2. are wake up tickles a thing?

yeah but he gives them (mainly to zuko) because he's always the first one up. however when he was still at the air temple monk gyatso would sometimes tickle him to get him to wake up

3. do they react differently to different people tickling them?

not really, it's always a fun game for him and he loves a good tickle fight

4. what's their laugh like?

slightly high pitched and very cheerful because he really enjoys himself most of the time. also he shrieks a lot, it's honestly just cute

5. are they embarrassed that they’re ticklish?

aang thinks tickling is a whole lotta fun so he's not embarrassed about it

6. do they seek revenge after being tickled?

yessss but always in the playful way - he doesn't want his friends to be afraid or humiliated, he just wants them to enjoy the whole thing just as much as he does so he always uses being tickled as an excuse to start a tickle fight where everyone can join and have fun

7. do they squirm a lot?

aang is the squirming KING he's so small and you really need to watch out he doesn't just slip away

8. does verbal teasing make it worse?

depends - if katara does it, yes because she knows exactly what to say. if toph does it, yes because she's brutal. if anyone else does it - meh, he'll just ignore it

TOPH

1. what spot makes them BEG for mercy?

toph doesn’t beg. never. and by never i mean NEVER. but the back of her knees are probably her worst spot and make her let out these fucking girly squeals she hates so much

2. are wake up tickles a thing?

big fat no bro. she hears you coming long before you even get close to her (even aang somehow, it’s magical) and even if you get to her, you can be lucky if your head doesn’t get smashed by a rock

3. do they react differently to different people tickling them?

only in that respect that she won’t let anyone she doesn’t trust tickle her. but it actually gotta be like that she’s really soft when suki does it; when it’s suki and they’re alone it’s comforting, with everyone else she gets really fucking competitive

4. what’s their laugh like?

bright and way lighter than you’d think. she sounds really happy, which she is most of the time, and she also squeals when you go for the knees but she hates it

5. are they embarrassed that they’re ticklish?

in the beginning she was but she grew to think of it as something fun

6. do they seek revenge after being tickled?

what do you think?? toph is the absolute ler QUEEN of the gaang, ofc she’ll seek revenge!

7. do they squirm a lot?

she’s really steady when being tickled, mostly because she wants to keep her feet on the ground to not be absolutely clueless about where the ler will strike next. she tries to push them away tho

8. does verbal teasing make it worse?

no way. toph is a literal stone

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lillahimmel · 5 years ago

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Astrid Lindgren

I haven’t made a list about other materials in a while, so I thought I’d list some Swedish literature. Keep in mind that I’ll start with children’s books.

Masterposts are too heavy so I’ll make a series instead!

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Pippi Långstrump (Pippi Longstocking)

“Tommy and his sister Annika have a new neighbor, and her name is Pippi Longstocking. She has crazy red pigtails, no parents to tell her what to do, a horse that lives on her porch, and a flair for the outrageous that seems to lead to one adventure after another!”

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Alla vi barn i Bullerbyn (The Children of Noisy Village)

“In the tiny hamlet of Noisy Village, there are three properties, North Farm, Middle Farm and South Farm, and six children live there: Lisa and Lars and Pip and Britta and Anna and Ollie. They play and play, and have fun nearly all the time. It’s wonderful sleeping in the hay, getting dressed up and going to school – and having fun on the way there and back!“

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Nils Karlsson Pyssling

A collection of short stories about children and how in some of them they meet new friends in a fantasyworld.

Except Nils Karlsson Pyssling, the book contains the tales I skymningslandet, Allrakäraste syster, Ingen rövare finns i skogen, Peter och Petra, Lustig-Gök, En natt i maj, Prinsessan som inte ville leka och Mirabell.

I skymningslandet (In the Land of Twilight)

“Göran has an injured leg and he gets bored spending so much time in bed. But when his mother turns out the light at dusk, Mr Lilyvale knocks on the window and takes him to the Land of Twilight. Göran and Mr Lilyvale walk and fly around Stockholm when people from the daytime world are sleeping. Göran drives a tram and a bus. It doesn’t matter that he has a bad leg in the Land of Twilight. They eat candy that grows on trees in the park, play with bear cubs and meet a moose. They even visit the King and Queen in the royal palace. At the end of their journey each night, Mr Lilyvale takes Göran home just before his mother comes in and turns on the light.“

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Allra käraste syster (Most Beloved Sister)

“Barbara has a secret friend who lives in the garden. It's her twin sister, Ylva-li, and Barbara doesn't have to share her with her papa or mama or brother. What's even better is that Ylva-li calls Barbara her "Most Beloved Sister." Together, the girls bravely ride their horses through the Great Horrible Forest, where the nasty Frights live, to visit the Kind Ones in the meadow. The Kind Ones always give them cookies and caramels. And best of all, Barbara and Ylva-li go to the Most Beautiful Valley in the World, where the trees and the flowers sing.“

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Mirabell (Mirabelle)

“Six-year-old Britta very much wants a doll, but her parents can't afford one. One evening an odd little old man arrives driving a horse and cart. Britta opens the gate for him, and he thanks her by giving her a little yellow seed, with instructions to plant it, water it, and she'll see something very funny. To her astonishment, a doll begins to grow in her garden After harvesting, Britta learns that her new doll is much more special than she could ever have guessed.”

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Mio, min Mio (Mio’s Kingdom)

“With help from a genie, young Karl Anders Nilsson travels by day and night, beyond the stars, to reach Farawayland. There, his father the King, who has been searching for him for nine long years, tells him his true name is Mio, and lavishes upon him the loving attention he never received from his foster parents back in Stockholm. Mio learns of a prophecy that has been foretold for thousand of years. With his best friend Pompoo, and his horse with the golden mane, Miramis, he must travel into the darkness of Outer Land to battle the cruel Sir Kato.”

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Lillebror och Karlsson på taket (Karlsson on the Roof)

“Imagine Smidge's delight when, one day, a little man with a propeller on his back appears hovering at the window! It's Karlson and he lives in a house on the roof. Soon Smidge and Karlson are sharing all sorts of adventures, from tackling thieves and playing tricks to looping the loop and running across the rooftops. Fun and chaos burst from these charming, classic stories.“

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Rasmus på luffen (Rasmus and the Vagabond)

“Dreaming of a home of his own, Rasmus runs away from the orphanage and meets Paradise Oscar, a remarkable tramp who takes Rasmus along on his travels, where they encounter adventure from both robbers and police.“

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Sunnanäng

A fairytale collection, contains four short stories.

Sunnanäng (The Red Bird)

“Two very different orphans, Matthew and Anna, are sent to live with the stern farmer in Myra. The work is hard; the food is scarce; the days are cold. But then Anna and Matthew follow the red bird to Sunnymead, where they find hope, sunshine, and in the end, freedom.”

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Spelar min lind, sjunger min näktergal (My Nightingale is Singing)

“Maria finds a miraculous way to bring beauty and joy into the lives of the poor and elderly who live in the poorhouse and to share some of her own love of nature with others.“

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Madicken (Mardie)

“Seven-year-old Mardie lives with her family; her Mum, Dad, little sister Lisbet and their housemaid Alva, in a big, beautiful house called ‘Junedale’, in a Swedish provincial town during the First World War. Mardie wants to be a good and well-mannered girl, but it isn’t always easy. The world is just so full of exciting things to do, try and explore.

Mardie is fearless and she often ends up in somewhat sticky situations that she has to use all her wits to get out of. She climbs trees, flies aeroplanes and jumps off roofs. But more than anything Mardie is sensitive and has a big heart. From her privileged position she observes the world and notices all the suffering and injustices. She has an endless capacity for empathy and kindness. In that regard she practises what her Dad, the radical newspaper editor, writes about in his paper – solidarity with the poor and vulnerable.“

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Lotta på Bråkmakaregatan (The Children on Troublemaker Street)

“Look out -- here comes trouble! Jonas, Maria, and Lotta Nyman don't mean to make trouble, but because their idea of fun is to stick salami on the windows, keep the water running from the kitchen faucet until the sink overflows, and lower meatballs down through the chimney, trouble just seems to follow them.... With the Nyman kids around, anything can happen!“

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Emil i Lönneberga (Emil of Lonneberga)

“Whether he's teaching his pet pig to dance, being chased by a mad cow or wrestling a robber, Emil's adventures never stop. Hens, dogs, little sisters - and adults - all flee his path. But Emil doesn't mean to be bad, it's just that trouble - and fun - follow him wherever he goes.“

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Vi på Saltkråkan (Seacrow Island)

“The four Melkerson children are a little bit worried on reaching Seacrow Island, where their father has rented a cottage for the whole summer without even setting eyes on it. On the boat a man told Pelle, the youngest Melkerson, that the cottage’s roof leaks. They disembark in the pouring rain. Seacrow Island, however, turns out to be full of all sorts of wonderful surprises. Pelle loves animals, and here he finds Bosun, the most gigantic dog he’s ever seen, along with his irrepressible owner, Tjorven. Johan and Niklas meet Teddy and Freddy, two girls, as it turns out, who know all about boats and exploring. As for nineteen-year-old Malin, she falls in love for the first time. By the end of the summer, all four children and their father know that Seacrow Island is home.“

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Bröderna Lejonhjärta (The Brothers Lionheart)

“The two main characters are two brothers; the older Jonatan and the younger Karl. The two brothers' surname was originally Lion, but they are generally known as Lionheart. Karl's nickname is Skorpan (Rusky) since Jonatan likes these typical Swedish toasts or crusts. In Nangijala, a land in "the campfires and storytelling days", the brothers experience adventures. Together with a resistance group they lead the struggle against the evil Tengil, who rules with the aid of the fearsome fire-breathing dragon, Katla.”

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Ronja Rövardotter (Ronia, the Robber's Daughter)

“Ronia, who lives with her father and his band of robbers in a castle in the woods, causes trouble when she befriends the son of a rival robber chieftain.“

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eightiesrockbaby · 5 years ago

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Beyond the Night

Pairing: Tommy x Reader

Description: You broke your leg, and Tommy swings by to take care of you.

Genre: Fluff (kind of, I think?)

Word Count: 1,038

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex/drugs/alcohol

Click here to find my masterpost!

Notes: I had a lotta fun writing this - even though it’s kinda short. Enjoy <3

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You were woken up by the sound of your front door banging shut. It wasn’t unnerving - you knew it was just Tommy. He had come by almost every day since you’d been discharged from the hospital. Sometimes he’d bring food, other times it was a movie he rented from the store around the corner. Undoubtedly, Tommy was the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had - even if he didn’t seem that way to everyone else.

You rolled over in your bed to face the door Tommy would soon enter, body tangled in the white linen. The door creaked open just as you expected, and Tommy’s slim figure strolled in with a smile on his face.

“What’s up, sugar?” He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hand on your waist.

“Nothing much, babe,” you paused and sighed. “It’s just boring being stuck in here all day.”

He gave you a sympathetic look, moving a piece of hair away from your face and down onto your back.

“I know,” he kissed your forehead.

“I know,” He repeated. “But that’s what happens when you fall out a window. You gotta pay the price.”

You gave a breathy laugh and gazed into his eyes, “guess so.”

*Flashback*

The curtains blew to each side of the window pane as you opened it. It wasn’t too high up; a little more than the first floor but nowhere close to the second.

There was screaming coming from the room behind you, but it was all background noise. The outside seemed so fresh. So cool. Vince and some groupies were busy spraying champagne on the hotel walls while Mick sat in the corner with a bottle of vodka and a smile printed on his pale face.

You looked out the window and down at the car pulling up to the hotel’s grand entrance. Nikki and Tommy stumbled out the back seats, laughing loudly and punching each other’s shoulders playfully. You laughed as Nikki fell up the stairs.

“Hey! Tommy!” You shouted down at him, face gleaming and head spinning. The drink and drugs made it hard to concentrate on anything, but at least you could still string a few words together.

You changed your position to have one leg out the window and your hands on either side of the ledge.

Tommy looked up at you, pointing and laughing in disbelief, “Y/N?”

He waved a white plastic baggy in the air and wiggled his eyebrows excitedly. That got you amped up - supplies were beginning to run low. You loosened your grip on the window and rubbed your nose in anticipation.

Vince appeared from the room behind you to see what was going on, “who you talkin to, sweet cheeks?”

You shook your head at the nickname, Vince pushing his luck once again. He had tried to get you into bed with him a few times, all of them failing of course. You only had eyes for Tommy.

Speaking of whom, you pointed out to Vince to help him understand what was going on.

Vince grinned, “T-Bone!” He leant forward and pushed his top half out the window to wave at Tommy.

Only, the window wasn’t big enough for the two of you. And apparently ‘first come, first served’ didn’t apply to inanimate objects. So, it was you that was sent flying over the edge. Not Vince. The fucker.

The wind in your hair, your sheer white dressing gown dancing elegantly in the wind. Man, it was like a movie scene.

Though, the angelic scene quickly came to an abrupt end. Vince let out a girlish shriek as he tried to grab you, Tommy screamed in profanities. You just laughed. It was almost peaceful.

Though, another moment cut short. However, this time it was done in a little more of an uncomfortable fashion. A loud thud echoed in your head as it banged against the concrete. You heard the crack of your leg from underneath you. Rather, cracks.

*End of Flashback*

“So, what you wanna do?” Tommy asked.

“Well,” you thought, “we could watch a movie?”

Tommy’s eyes lit up. He loved watching movies with you - gave him an excuse to cuddle. He was truly a softie at heart.

“Sure thing, I’ll run round the corner and rent us a tape.”

You sighed and looked down at your sheets, “I was thinking we could actually go out. Together. To the movies.”

Of course, Tommy immediately put up a fight. Said it was too much too soon. That you’ve only been out of the hospital for two weeks. Though, you did a good job at managing to persuade him otherwise. A pair of bedroom eyes, a suggestive smirk - you knew exactly how to change his mind.

And with that, the two of you decided to head out. You picked the shortest pair of shorts you owned - initially, so it wouldn’t look funny over your cast, but Tommy just used it as an excuse to put his hands on your ass.

The theatre wasn’t far, yet Tommy insisted on hailing a cab instead of walking. It was some kind of horror film you were going to see - you both lived for horror. You more so than him, admittedly. That’s where the gender roles reversed in the relationship. Instead of the brave, muscular guy cradling the petite, fearful girl from the scary monsters, it was Tommy squeezing your hand until it was blue. And hiding in your cleavage when the jump scares got too much.

So that’s exactly how the night went, in the comfort of the movie theatre seats with a bag of popcorn. Tommy put his arm around you, you nestled into the crook of his neck. Your hands would bump into each other’s when they went in for popcorn at the same time.

And at the end of the movie, just as the credits had finished rolling and people had started to leave, Tommy turned to you and smiled.

“I’m glad you convinced me to take you out.” He pecked your lips, “I missed people seeing us together, letting everyone know you’re mine.”

“Likewise, babe.” You smiled and ghosted your lips over his, Tommy eventually leaning forward to properly close the gap.

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krakenator · 6 years ago

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CHAPTER 1 aka “Stranger Danger”

I’m rereading The Property of Hate by @modmad and overanalyzing it to hell and back because i can’t stop thinking about the story and getting madder and madder about the PUNS I keep finding. I’m scratching the itch and trying to find All The Details. Current plan is just to go chapter by chapter, feel free to chime in with stuff I miss! There’ll be a masterpost up soon linking everything in one spot

SPOILERS are sprinkled around extremely liberally. Masterpost

Okay, so just a million things right off the bat on page fucking one

‘The Hook’ is of course a term for the beginning of a story. Grabbing one’s attention and convincing them to go off on an adventure, so to speak

Speechboxes! Everybody’s got their own distinctive ‘way of speaking’ in this story. RGB’s are rectangular, but those straight edges are offset by these really loopy, meandering, and elegant speech tails. It’s just. Such immediate characterization.

Like, even the pose. The way RGB introduces himself by crouching on her drawers like an incredibly dapper gremlin. It creates a similar contrast to his speechbubbles- prim and proper existing simultaneously with fae and kinda ridiculous

So considering we’ve got a fairly detailed picture of roses up on Hero’s wall on the comics opening page I think we can assume this is some type of Important maybe. Just off the top of my head, isn’t the rose Englands national flower? IDK how relevant that is outside of RGB being incredibly, incredibly British

Oh god damnit I just scrolled down to go to the next page and fffFFFUCKING BLUE ROSES ON THE BUTTONS okay. Blue rose symbolism! They don’t exist naturally. You won’t just find one in the wild outdoors, so they represent the impossible, the mysterious and achievable.

Seeing blue roses right off the bat = important story theme probably. Impossible dreams are my first thought. RGB’s seemingly hopeless plan to save a world everyone else has given up to be doomed. Hero’s wish to go the fuck back home please after she’s had her fill of deadly adventure. RGB and Hero are setting out to achieve the impossible, defeat Her, and save the World of Make Believe

Last point for the first page; RGB’s drool. Except it’s not drool, we later learn it’s equivalent to blood, and he bleeds emotions he’s feeling. While recruiting Hero, RGB’s prominent feelings are, unsurprisingly in hindsight, a fair load of sadness but tinged with a dose of cheer. His last Hero failed, and every single one before that, but he’s still daring to have hope, the absolute madman. What he’s actually dripping most though is what looks like curiosity- it may be mixed with a bit of anger, which I wouldn’t begrudge the guy. Angry that he has to start over, again, angry that his world is dying, angry that he’d the only one doing anything about it

Ok but imagine you woke up to find a man crouched on your bedside table smiling this super-wide “TRUST ME!! :)” smile and blood dribbling out of it and welling up between the teeth. Like, I’m laughing, but I’d be screaming

OKAY BUT FINALLY WE’RE PAST THE FIRST PAGE. We get a clear look at Hero’s drawings taped to the wall, and check it- one kinda looks like the Idea they run into a few chapters ahead. The other picture might also be showing the House of Paint? I mean, there’s a sun there so that’s off, but the clouds and steps leading up to Madras’ door look right

And now we get Hero’s speechboxes! They’re circular in contrast to RGB’s boxes, and colored orange. The balloon tails don’t loop-de-loop all over the page like RGBs but they’re not ‘standard’ either- there’s always this little jag to them closer to the text

RGB’s speechbubbles are actually one of the plainest/most conventional in the entire story

Excluding the tails of course. Those never ever take the most direct or efficient path to his face. Yeah, it adds an impression of silliness, but also speaks to the fact that RGB takes creative and weird solutions out of situations. I’ll laugh about the entire Click arc later but like really. REALLY. RGB DID ALL OF THAT

I love how Hero’s first actual words to RGB send him immediately into ?????????????. He keeps up this huge grin for most of The Hook and this is the first time his “I’m your friendly neighborhood TV nothing to see here!!” demeanor gets shaken up

the ladder hurts Hero’s feet, so why does she sleep on the top bunk? The bottom bunk doesn’t have any bedding on it so it’s not like she’s regulated to the top by any kind of sibling dibs

Weird... weird detail to be showing us modmad.....

“Are you a monster?” “the very worst one” that’s a lotta blue dripping off yer chin there, stop crying

The mom is a character for two (2) seconds and even she gets her own unique speechbox; blue, fuzzy and barely connected, which does a really great job of communicating that she’s basically still asleep without ever having to see her

‘happy boi about to bring newest kidnapping to the sky world’

That’s a Mary Poppins reference, that is. RGB exclaiming ‘spit spot!’ earlier also got be thinking of Poppins

Clouds look so fluffy out of airplane windows, I’m honestly jealous

Doors! Gotta wonder where they all lead. Gotta wonder if they’ll get more use past this outside Hero’s recovery Time

I’ve just spend like 15m trying to figure out what the symbols above the doors are and I THINK it’s alchemy? “libra sign upside down” is luckily an easily searchable term, and that symbol in particular is for gas becoming liquid

I think the door beyond that has the alchemical symbol for gold? I’m not having luck on the others, including the door they actually go through here/its sister door Hero opens after the Elastic Valley fiasco.

RGB are you pissed that you had to tell this kid your name yourself? Are you upset about manners?? She’s like 7 dude cmon have you met a 7 year old. Thinking about it, possibly not, all the confirmed Other Heroes are definitely older- they all come across to me as adults

well, actually, who even knows how old Assok is. They might be the exception

The little ‘peephole’ eye popping open when the right key is close is nice atmospheric detail, but it kinda makes me wonder if there’s a person like. Seeing out of that eye. Whether someone gets a little notification every time one of these doors is opened

It’s the World of Make Believe! Stupendous! Break-taking! Modmad is exceptional at colors and beautiful environments full of personality! Hero’s last chance to turn back is gone!

Hero only being awake for 20 minutes before becoming Instantly Tired = biggest actual mood, my god. Me too sweetie

Except I can’t blame trees. And a sort of magical jet-lag effect. Yo, are sleeping tree’s making you sleepy the same sorta thing where when one person yawns everyone yawns

I just really like how this tail loops around RGB’s physical actual legs. It makes it seem like speech is a tangible thing that interacts with the world and that you could, like, touch or something. all it’s missing is a shadow

God, fuck me. That’s the yellow brick road. God dammit. Son of a bitch.

RGB, pg 14: do not touch me, do not look at me, don’t speak to me, you have tentative permission to breathe

RGB from the Market onwards: carries her multiple times (admittedly, almost always exactly like you shouldn’t), picks her up, swings her around, hugs her when she’s scared of the dark, ‘I Have Longer Legs, Hop On’ piggybacks, protecting her by putting his own bod in harms way, general Manhandling of Child

I kid, I kid, it’s more complex than that. For one, RGB doesn’t want Hero getting hurt cause she’s Important and has Heroing she can’t do if she’s injured. Second, that whole “don’t get attached” thing gets thrown out the window on like day 2

“I’ve only known Hero for a day and a half but if anything happened to her I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself”

RGB is honestly... super bad at not attaching to people. honestly, actually terrible at it

Ooh! Those flowers! I didn’t realize those always happen when Hero’s sleeping. They also look like she’s drawn them herself! That’s honestly… lethally adorable

Fun fact technicolor dream shell snail changes colors every panel

RGB bleeds static? What emotion is that? I dig it, unconscious is an emotion and i feel it in my soul

w...white noise.... god DAMMIT

ey, the tree’s look different in the light of day- all those blurry fairy light ‘leaves’ are gone now.

!! Hero glows the exact same way when she’s asleep! RGB, however, is not. Tree’s have leaves when they dream, huh

oh god tree’s have LEAVES when they DREAM

...we’ll come back to this thought when we get to the sick sun tree cause that thing is a whole other can of Lore worms

In a different direction, there must be some sort of difference between Tree Dreaming and People Dreaming, because dreaming trees do NOT trigger RGB’s weird stuntman nightmares

these particular trees are also see-through; i can’t remember if they’re all like this throughout the world? will have to pay attention and see

oh- OH. also just made the connection for why trees provide a saf(er) haven- bottled nightmares will very shortly be used to dispel fears. Dreams repel Fears! It’s best to sleep near tree’s because just you dreaming might not be enough to keep things at bay while your rest

And the chapter’s finished off with a new character and new speechbox to go with it! It’s the first to use a different font and text color to our main characters

Honestly though, what is UP with the Butterfly? It’s clearly keeping close tabs on them, and only speaks to Hero when RGB is unconscious or otherwise occupied. It clearly doesn’t wanna be seen by him, which is shady. It shows up like twice? And the other time RGB and Hero don’t even know it’s there and listening. Between that and the Eyes, like… does it have it’s own agenda and interests or is it an agent of Hate? Idk man maybe I’ll pick up on more Butterfly stuff on this readthrough

*notices that the plant it was resting on withers once it flies away* ... that’s no good. especially if that butterfly can do the same to trees

...... ah. it kinda can. Consider, please, Hate’s likely role in the demise of the Sun, and Her confirmed ability to smother them in [-----]

Butterfly’s parting words: “be wise”. Hero’s next and immediate action: doodle RGB’s face

And that’s the Hook! Join me next time when Hero has a fun play date with some new friends everything goes wrong almost instantly.

#tpoh #the property of hate #tpoh meta #the specific tag for this adventure will be...#tpoh time with Gill #i assure all of you i make these posts out of love

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sadisim · 7 years ago

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Lee’s Writing Tips #1

Hi! To those of you who don’t know my blog or simply don’t know me, i’m Lee, your friendly writer next door with a constant creeping terror of not getting her writings perfect every time.

Today i bring you some of the writing tips i’ve picked up writing from my experience.

English is not my native language, but i have been introduced to it when i was 3 by a relative who gradually taught me English alongside my native language, therefore i do make mistakes and sometimes i happen to fall in the traps of multiple language errors so please be patient with me. I started my writing journey when i was 10, being attracted by short flash fiction English texts in class which lead to me writing a lotta stuff, and here i am 18 and still not entirely proud of my writing skill.Also feel free to suggest me more things and let me know what you think!

BUT HEY we all learn so today i’ll give you some of my tips into:

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 101

I will add some of my favorite links at the end of this post so you can check them out but my best advice, and the first one, is to simply pile up on resources on your own. Don’t just expect information to come at you. You have this huge platform called Google which will introduce you to the magical world of research.

*They=official pronoun accepted when we’re talking about no specific gender of a being,as in he/her or anything in between

Before beginning these steps I will assume you have already picked the most basic things about your character such as : gender, race etc.

First things first: Let’s pretend your character has been just created into a very empty world, like you’re playing some kind of creator game and you shape your own beings after yourself. Make sure that you first pick a purpose for your character. What should they be like? Are they a bright, cheerful person with a bubbly personality and joyous laughter who always know how to make people smile? Or are they rather a social introvert, with a mysterious aura engulfed within a severe persona? It is all up to you what you choose. Just think up of a few basic personality types and pick one for your character. Let us pretend this drawing is your current character:

So they are a very basic shape, no colors, no personality, nothing that will identify them. Well it’s all up to you after you have picked your personality to fiill it in. This will consist of 100% of their base. Let us pretend mine will be a Friendly character. I will fill them in with pink:

-Secondly, after you picked out the full coverage of your char you will have to create a mindmap or whatever lets you keep track of things, of their main traits. This means you will have to do some research on what traits belong to which personality. I will leave that up to you.I have picked out a few for my character: Peaceful, Friendly, Calm, Helpful, Joyous, Childish. Keep in mind that these will mean probably the next 70% of their personality, although you do not have to restrict yourself to one type only. Not all personalities are the same and one person can be both extremely shy but also outgoing among friends. They can be super friendly but also very grumpy under certain circumstances and so on. You have to be creative, and this is the keyword here. Do not stick with one persona only.Make sure you give your character BOTH good AND bad traits. They have to balance themselves. Think of as many as possible. For example my character will be clumsy, shy, supportive and understanding.

I gave a bit more colour to my human, according to what i thought would match their shaping personality.

-After figuring out all of these things i suggest making a list of all the personality tests and things that can help you study more about your character. MBTI test, Zodiacs in multiple cultures, enneagram types, mental illnesses,disorders, the temper, their harry potter house if you want too, generally whatever test will determine their personality. Once you do as many of these in their boots, gather the results and google them all: research is extremely important again, this will help you define what your character’s personality truly is, and you will be able to nitpick from these results whatever you like/dislike and shape your character. These will help you find results on who they are and then yo're able to read more stereotypes/characterisations of that personality.

I’m gonna pick some random results as an example for you: My character is a gemini and a rising scorpio with an INTP mbti, phlegmatic temper, enneagram type 3.

-After reaching this point it should be really easy to have a main idea of the personality. What i would do after is start shaping them with different hobbies, passions, activities that tell you what they like or dislike doing. Develop minor things like the way they talk,act,react, write, how they walk or what facial expressions they give in : all of these sound easy to do but if you do your research properly you'll be able to develop a very well shaped character. A lot of the things listed tell a bunch about a person. If you dont believe me just do your research. You will know what i’m talking about after that.

-Go in depth: get a character sheet and gather as many questions as you can. Answer them all, find all the small and big things about them: why they don’t like coffee, what planet they are from, when do they go to bed, what do they have in their pockets, do they love their mom? These will add all the fine details you need to outline minor things about your character.

-Background: backstory, relationships,family, interaction with other beings and their surroundings: CRUCIAL elements which define who your character is. Remember when a baby is born it will grow up and be educated according to the place it grows in. All of the items listed above influence their behaviour, temper, reactions, personality etc. A very well defined background will tell other people who your character is, without having to know them well.

-Their name. To you a name may not mean too much, but i am DESPERATE about names. Names to me are everything about a character. Keywords, acronyms, puns and wordplay will always be present in my characters’ lives, and why not pick it up yourself as well? Search for names, save them in a list, take time to pick a name for your characters as if they were your children.

-MOST IMPORTANTLY: DO YOUR RESEARCH. I cannot stress this enough. People simply do not research. They think that cresting a character is fun and then abandon them after a week and complain they are boring. That’s because you don’t put effort into them. Look at yourself first: how old are you? How many years did it take you to get where you are now? If you look back one year ago will you realize you’ve changed? If so then think about how your character has shaped with time. If you give them a certain age to start off with, who were they until that point in time?were they different from who they are now? Do not simply create a character just to slap them into a world and leave them die. No human being stagnates in the same state for their whole life,without changing at least one thing about themselves. So do not expect your character to transform radically every day. It takes time, just like it would take you to do it.

-Research their race/nationality. If it hasn’t hit you until now, every country in this world has different people and mostly they have “stereotypical” things about these nations. We’re not talking about stupid things like germans drink beer and americans don’t like sport, no. Those are simply stupid things made up by people. I’m talking about their cultural traits. It really gets on my nerves when people slap on a nationality on a character without doing the littlest bit of research beforehand. Look up into the culture of that nationality: what are they like? what is their religion/belief? How do they interact with others? Minor things like these are often seen unimportant but trust me they matter.

-Make your character interesting and relatable. If the reader does not engage or emphasize with the character in any way it will simply make them not find that character interesting enough to be cared about. What makes them special?What makes them relevant? What do they have in common with other people or characters?What are their morals,beliefs? What makes them good/bad?

-My BEST BEST BEST tip is to STUDY!!STUDY!!STUDY!! If you don’t do your research before creating a character then it’s pointless. You cannot simply KNOW stuff without STUDYING it at least somehow. Be it as simple as how being a vegan would influence your character’s lifestyle to how their actions could turn the entire world upside down. It doesn’t matter. If you’re unsure on a matter, and even if you know it decently well, make sure you do your research properly before assigning them a trait,a lifestyle, a belief or anything else.

-Don\t play God. Don’t make your character unkillable, without weaknesses or weak points or flaws or simply overpowered. Doesn’t matter if they’re superhuman or not. If your character lacks flaws then it’s simply a pointless superhero prototype. There’s no reason to have your character be the god in their universe and make everything really boring. Think very well about what makes them weak, what are their low points?

-Keep references close, save up all the stuff you can, bookmark websites and resources, make your own masterposts. Get an inspo blog and look up everything you need when you lack the motivation to shape your character. If you leave them like that,without drawing inspiration from the real world you won’t get far with them. You will lose motivation and won’t be able to develop them anymore.

Some REALLY helpful websites, but again,personal preference and it’s up to you to gather more ;)

Psychology

What should your character do?

Character types that should be more often used

How to build your character

Building your character’s personality

Flaws

About realistic characters

Avoid stereotypes

Thesaurus | Dictionary

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Your Own Side Outtake #1: The Siege of the Library

Rating: G

Series masterpost

On AO3

Aziraphale and Crowley hopped on a plane over to Abraxas’s home turf as soon as they got the message from her.

Abraxas and Paula met them at the airport. “Thank goodness you’re here!” said Paula, giving them each a kiss on the cheek. “And thanks for coming so quickly. Abraxas and I are in a bit over our heads, here.”

“Where are we headed?” said Crowley. “What are we dealing with, here?”

“Someone has stolen the public library.”

Their group of four—five if you counted Mittens—lay on the building opposite the public library, lying flat to the roof to avoid notice so they could observe.

The building had been covered with anti-demon sigils, laid so heavily and so thickly that you would only be able to get in if you had a key of some sort. The inside, visible through the windows, was in disarray: the tables and chairs of the reading nooks and kid’s sections had been overturned and pushed to the side to make more room. And every square inch of the place—floor, counters, desks, every imaginable nook and cranny, to the point where there didn’t appear any room to move about inside—was covered in books.

Crowley whistled. “Lotta books.”

“Well, it is a library,” said Aziraphale.

Crowley looked like he wanted to smack Aziraphale. “You know what I mean! So what’s going on?”

“Well,” said Paula, “we sensed demonic activity and headed over to check it out, only to see someone had pushed all the humans out of their library and locked themselves in! We’ve been trying to drive them out, but we can’t make any progress. It looks like they only come out to get more books and bring them back here.”

“Did you get a good look at whoever it was?”

Abraxas shook her head. “I did see something huge, with a lion’s body and eagle wings.”

Crowley tapped his fingers. “That doesn’t sound like any demon I know. It couldn’t be Anzû, could it?”

Abraxas shook her head. “No, definitely not him. It looked like a griffin, in all honesty.”

“A griffin?” said Crowley. “A griffin took control of the library?”

Aziraphale peered over the roof. “Where are they now? There doesn’t appear to be any activity inside.”

As if to answer him, his ears prickled to a faint scream, getting gradually louder and louder.

Mittens hissed. All four turned as one to the sky, where something with a bulky body and broad wings was diving towards them. And on its back was a demoness, completely naked, screaming her head off, and with a stack of books under one arm, the other around the creature’s neck holding on for dear life.

The creature flew so low its claws threatened to scrape them, and they dived out of the way as it came in.

Abraxas resumed her spot, eyes sparkling. “Oh, that’s definitely a griffin.”

The screaming died as the griffin touched down, flicking its tail and trotting to the library entrance. The demon removed itself from its back, then began to jump around excitedly, doing cartwheels and hooting and yelling That was awesome!

“Oh no,” groaned Crowley. “Isn’t that…her? Aziraphale?”

“Her?”

“That demon we helped. Yulera.”

Aziraphale’s face went stormy. “I’m not giving her back the Key of Solomon, if that’s what she’s after.”

Crowley watched as Yulera swiped her hand in a complex pattern on the door, and the sigils pulled to the side to allow her entry. The griffin pattered in behind her like an obedient dog.

“Wait a minute, you took the Key of Solomon off her,” said Crowley. “And I’m positive some random public library isn’t going to have a copy of it. How did she manage to pull off such complex spell work with no reference material? Unless she memorized the damn thing somehow.”

“Hardly likely,” said Aziraphale. He squinted and watched through the window as Yulera distributed her new acquisitions among the piles and piles surrounding her. His suspicions about there being no path on the floor were confirmed when he saw Yulera move about by scuttling across the ceiling like a lizard. “All right, regardless of the fact that we helped her in the past, we can’t let this continue. Come on, Paula. It looks like the defenses mostly bar demons. You and I should be able to get past them.”

“Abraxas and I can stand by the door,” said Crowley.

“Jolly good.”

A few minutes later and Aziraphale was wading through a mess a thousand times worse than even the worst state he had let his shop fall into. He desperately tried to move the books out of the way to avoid stepping on them, but it was simply impractical.

“Yulera!” said Aziraphale. “Where are you? I need to talk to you!”

“Who’s there?” echoed a manic voice through the library. “How did you get in?”

“It’s me, Aziraphale! Do you remember me?”

There was a sound of a stack of books falling over. The griffin appeared on top of one of the shelves, perching with its claws out, eyeing him up like a hawk on a rabbit.

“Er,” said Aziraphale. “We just want to talk! Would you come out, please!”

One of the ceiling tiles shifted, and Yulera dropped from the ceiling, landing in a pile of books and disappearing under the resulting avalanche.

“Are you all right?” said Paula.

“You can’t have any of my books!” Yulera yelled, struggling out of the pile. “If that’s what you’re here for, you can forget it!”

“We’re not trying to take your books,” Paula said.

“They’re not yours,” said Aziraphale. “You stole them.”

Yulera blinked at him. “What do you mean? I stole them, so that makes them mine.”

“Oh, dear,” said Aziraphale, rubbing his temples. “All right, maybe we shouldn’t have let you go off without teaching you a little bit about how Earth works first.”

“Yulera,” said Paula gently. “How many books do you really need? Have you read all of these?”

Yulera gathered the nearest pile of books in her arms, like a kid set loose in a candy store. “I need all of them!”

“Ah, that’s not to say it’s immoral to sit on a large collection of books you rarely use,” said Aziraphale, backpedaling. “It’s just that... You see, er…these books are supposed to be for sharing. The humans use this place to read.”

“And now I’m using it!” said Yulera. “And my griffin friend is too!”

The griffin flicked its tail.

“There are so many,” said Yulera. “I’m not even a tenth of the way through all the books on Earth, I’m sure of it. But I’ll get them all. I’ve already moved my collection from Hell up here.”

Paula spluttered. “You’re trying to collect every book on Earth?”

“What’s to stop me?” Yulera said. “I can do anything I put my mind to!”

“Is this what you did in Hell? Just steal every book you could get your hands on?”

“Yes, and it’s working just fine for me up here too!”

“Look, obviously nobody told you!” said Aziraphale. “But things work a bit differently up here than in Hell!”

“Like how?”

“Well, you’re supposed to wear clothes, for one!”

“You people and your clothes! Maltha made me wear clothes, too, and that was the only thing I hated about the first layer!”

“And you’re not supposed to cause such a huge scene and draw attention to yourself!”

“Well, why not?”

“Because you’re just not!” said Aziraphale.

“She’s a demon!” Crowley yelled from the entrance. “That’s not going to work on her!”

“I’m not giving them back,” said Yulera. “This is where I live now. Now get out!”

“The griffin!” Abraxas yelled to them. “Ask how she got it to hang about around her!”

“That’s a good question,” said Paula. “How did you get a griffin to hang about around you?”

“For your information!” Yulera yelled, chucking a book at Paula. Paula dodged. “Griffins acknowledge individuals based on their wisdom—”

Aziraphale ducked out of the way as a volume of poetry flew at his head.

“Moral character—”

Both angels took cover as a barrage of atlases and dictionaries came at them.

“And whether or not one conducts themselves with dignity and grace!”

“Ask her if she thinks she’s conducting herself with grace right now!” said Abraxas’s voice.

“Shut up!” Yulera said.

“It’s true,” said Aziraphale. “This is supposed to be a place of respite and learning. And you’ve turned it into a chaotic mess. That’s not very dignified.”

Yulera looked at him with wide eyes. “That’s not true!”

“You have to share these books. You can’t just take them.”

“I’ve already taken them! They’re mine! I’m not sharing with anyone! I don’t care who it hurts!”

The griffin snorted, and Yulera looked over to see it eyeing her very disapprovingly.

“I—I—”

The griffin turned its nose up at her and trotted away to exit.

“Wait!” Yulera wailed, letting the volumes in her hand fall to the ground. “Wait, don’t go!”

The griffin paused with one paw on an open windowsill.

Yulera looked like she was hyperventilating. “All right. You don’t like someone who’s greedy. Is that it?”

The griffin was impassive.

“All right!” Yulera said wretchedly. “All right, I won’t be greedy! I’ll share!” She fell to the ground, rolling dramatically. “Even if it means I don’t get to own any books!”

“Yulera,” said Paula, exasperated. “We’re not saying you can’t own any books. You just can’t go around stealing them from people and bullying humans for them.”

“What?” said Yulera. “What other way of getting books is there besides stealing them?”

Paula smacked her forehead.

“Come on,” said Aziraphale. “Let’s clean up this mess, and I’ll show you.”

They collected what books actually belonged to Yulera from out of the chaos and packed them up in a crate before beginning their work. Crowley insisted he and Abraxas couldn’t help because of the anti-demon sigils even after the sigils had been removed. Aziraphale was having none of it, and he coerced the two demons into coming in to help sort through which books belonged to the library and which had been brought in from elsewhere.

They interrogated Yulera as to where the outside books had come from, and eventually found out that she had been raiding nearby bookstores at night on the assumption that they were personal collections held by high-ranking humans. She had also been snatching them out of the hands of human passersby. There was a college campus nearby, so that might explain the high proportion of textbooks among the lot.

The four of them looked at the huge volume of volumes, feeling despair sink in. Yulera wrung her hands. The griffin did not seem to care either way.

“This is going to take days to sort through, even with miracles,” said Abraxas. “We’ll never get them all back to their proper owners.”

“But we have to,” said Paula.

“Or we could just…” said Crowley. “…not.”

“But then who will?” said Aziraphale.

Crowley shrugged. “Does it matter as long as it’s not us?”

The four friends looked at each other, then back at the books. Then slowly, as one, they backed away, then ran out the front door, leaving a big mess for whatever unfortunate humans got stuck with the responsibility.

The bell on Aziraphale’s bookshop door tinkled as they entered. Yulera’s bare feet pattered on the wood floor as she scuttled in, looking enraptured.

“These are all yours?” said Yulera.

“Yup,” said Aziraphale.

“And you didn’t steal them?”

“No.”

Crowley began, “Well, he might have stolen one here and th—”

Aziraphale cut him off by elbowing him sharply. “Not a one. I bought them, found them, commissioned them, copied them, or wrote them myself.”

“That’s so cool,” said Yulera, eyes sparkling. “And you don’t have to share them?”

Aziraphale cleared his throat. “Well, only if someone wakes up early enough to make it in before I close at nine.”

“Can I do this?” said Yulera, tail wiggling in excitement. “Can I run a bookshop?”

“I noticed the real estate across the street from here is open,” said Paula, rubbing her chin. “Is there any reason why we couldn’t help her set up there? It’d keep her out of trouble.”

Aziraphale was immediately conflicted. On one hand, having a second bookshop across the street meant there was a danger more book-lovers would consider this street a destination to stop by when shopping. On the other hand, having a second bookshop across the street meant he could point customers to go check there when they asked for a book that he had, but did not want to part with.

He couldn’t say no to Yulera’s face. “All right, I’ll help you,” said Aziraphale, then rushed on before she started celebrating, “But only if you put some clothes on! You can’t run a shop when you’re indecent like that!”

Yulera crossed her arms sourly.

“You’re a succubus, aren’t you?” said Crowley.

“…Maybe,” said Yulera.

“Demons of lust don’t usually wear clothes, Aziraphale.”

“Well, bookshop owners do, I assure you!” said Aziraphale. “This isn’t negotiable!”

Yulera, of course, did not know the first thing about running a business. Well, neither had Aziraphale when he started, and he hadn’t let that stop him.

Crowley managed to secure the building with a few phone calls, one of which escalated into him intimidating a realtor in person. But he walked out with the keys.

The next step was making Yulera presentable. She had to change her shape first, which was more difficult than anticipated. At first they thought Yulera struggled to control her form the same way Mykas had, but in the end it turned out she was perfectly in control of her shape and simply hadn’t wanted to. She seem distressed by the fact that her tail was gone, but Crowley assured her it was still there and she could bring it back whenever she wanted.

They got her some clothes next. Aziraphale muttered about his pocket book, while Crowley impatiently reminded him both demons had offered to simply miracle her some threads instead of buying them at the department store, and that Aziraphale had turned them down.

Aziraphale roped Abraxas and Paula into staying to help, since this had started as their problem. They agreed since they didn’t want to go back home just yet and see the state of the public library.

“There we are,” said Paula, examining the inside of the building. “This is nice. Plenty of room.”

“I don’t like the windows,” said Yulera, sounding very unhappy. She ruffled the lace on the skirt she had picked out. “Anyone walking by can just see right in.”

“That’s the point of shop fronts,” said Abraxas.

“But what if they come inside?” Yulera cried.

Abraxas dragged her hands down her face.

“Look,” said Crowley. “You’re used to living in a cave where you could hide out. This is going to be a bit different. It’s all right, I assure you. The only ones going to come inside are humans, and you can handle them.”

“No I can’t!”

“You handled the queen of Hell!”

Yulera sulked. “But what am I supposed to do with humans? They’re just going to come in and stare at me?”

“Hey!” said Abraxas, snapping her fingers. “You said you liked working in the kitchen in the first circle, right?”

Yulera nodded vigorously.

“You can use this counter here as a diner. You can have a little combination café-bookstore.”

“That’s a wonderful idea!” said Aziraphale, because if the bookstore across the street from his was obviously, visibly nicer, it meant no human in their right mind would want to come to his instead.

They acquired some furniture, starting with bookshelves of course. While they were helping Yulera unpack her collection, Aziraphale took a peeling leather-bound volume out of the crate and stared at it.

“This bestiary,” he said, gasping. “Where did you get it from?”

“I stole it from Duke Andras.”

Aziraphale flipped it open, knees weakening. “Oh my…I’ve…I’ve never seen a copy of this before…They’re so rare…”

Crowley heard the tone in his voice and raised the alarm. “All right, angel, that belongs to her. You can’t take it.”

“I’ll trade you for it,” said Aziraphale, salivating.

“No!” said Yulera, leaping forwards and ripping it out of his hands. “Absolutely not!”

“It has the original charcoal illustrations!” said Aziraphale.

“No!” said Yulera, backing up, clutching it.

“I’ll give you any book from my collection for it!”

“You can’t have it!”

Aziraphale fled across the street to his shop and came back with a comparable volume. “Here! The Key of Solomon that you wanted to badly! I’ll give it back to you, if you give me the bestiary.”

Yulera’s face reddened, clearly very conflicted.

“Come on, angel,” said Crowley. “Be fair. Her collection is smaller than yours.”

“No!” said Yulera. “I don’t need that anymore! I won’t trade this for anything.”

Yulera bustled about snatching her more precious volumes off the shelves, out of Aziraphale’s sight. He watched her cart them off regretfully, imagining what other treasures she might have stored that were out of his reach.

This whole venture turned out to be a dreadful mistake for Aziraphale. He helped Yulera locate some sources of books that wouldn’t get her in trouble, and cut the ribbon with her for her grand opening. The next day, he woke up to see that Yulera had boarded the windows up and laced the outside of her building with sigils to make it as fortified as the library had been. And the griffin was lounging on the roof like a gargoyle, guarding it.

This was going to be a long headache for him.

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