#noen of you guys

[usarinnpa]

sory thius is so related. quiet vent in tags .please no one feel guilty aboiut anythijng ok? ok we ar ejust having a moment. it will all be ok

[spitinsideme]

Here's some food

zora salazar, magik, catra, any of the women from stardew valley, cait

IM.NOT BEKNG FED !!!! THWAE ARSNT MY TYOE AT ALL !!! i love all women sure as a lesbian yeah whatever but thats gene4al lobe fkr my fellow women, but my AWOOHA !!! WOAHH !!! ORHASGM MOANKNG LICKING MY LIPS BLUSHING GIGGLING EYES POPPING OUT OF MY HEAD LOVE HWARTS AROUND ME women are in fact FAT FEMMES !!!!! FAT FEMININE WOMEN !!!

and i need everytone tk know, i need this to be knkwn,.whwne k say fat i mean FAT, i mena tummy not poking out, but FULLY out, i sont mwan the generic bjg thighs bjg tirs and thats it i dont mean chubbh j mean FAT, give me a woman like ursula, i want double chin big arms gkve me a stomach thats visible in all outfits i want to see it i want it giving shelter to the oussy becayse good pussy deserves shelter bscause the way im going to be squirting just at the sighr theyll need an emergenxy alarm theyll need a flood protocol gkve that oussy a shelter with stable walls to keep it up none of you undeeatand i want huge i want my girl big i want her 100kh and OVER noene of you get kt ... like actually none of you understand me ..... i want my girl with strecth marks big legs big arms big everyrhing i aant her AHHHHB AHHH !!! GIVEMEGKVEMEGKVEME !!!! k want her tk wear low rise jeans and have the tummy right fucking out i wnt it right fucking OUTi want those hio dips on DISPLAY give me the fat that wil be peeking out on the sides from her trousees gkve me all of it every single inch like ... gos .... ohnygod ... jesudd ... ughhh .... i want her to have all that .. everyrhing .... dlnt ger me started on double chins ...... guys . guys .. eveeyone .. do you all undersyand me . do you get me

i want her tk sjt on my face and i get crushed and i want to esr hee kut sk good so amaizngly with her fat pussy and with one buxk of her hips into my face my jaw wkll brek and there will be internal spinal decapitiation thats howgood im going tk amke her feel bwcause thats how tuened on il be . our main sex position will be cowggiel and thats ourely bwcause j crave to see ir all jiggle and havw a seat inf jrst class i wa t to be front row vip get the full experience im goinh to clwan my glasses and put then on for this sex posirion becahse thats how clear i want to see everyrhing i want her to ride mh strap like her pussy is clinfing onto kt fkr dealr life and i want to see hee ride back and forth like we are going intl war with horses and we are galloping fkr orur dear life and holding on as safwty gear for horseriding hadnt been invented jr i want her tk ride me on top my ribs will be crushed by the way like my best case scenaeio my ribs are crushed or the belocoty of her riding will leave friction burns kn mh skin and ill get firsr degree burns we are playong red dead redemption 2 and i am the horse qhos about to get shot but the only shot that will be shot is me shooting my pussy juicwa duw to the arousal i feel do you all even undertand me . dk i make mswlf clear bwcause i feel like i have not made mysf clear enlufh

i love fat femmes i love fat women who dress femininely whl dress girly who wear little bows and skiera ad dresses and cute little jumpers and shirts and knee high socks with frills i love fat women whk dress feminnine in case no lne knwew enlfh already

[fallinginreversefanblog]

Falling In Reverse "Ronald" competing on UKMVA today

OMG it's UKMV Awards show today!! 😍 Fingers crossed for "RONALD", nominated for Best Rock International! But win or lose, the recognition and the appreciation matters!!! ❤️ Ronnie Radke and Jensen Noen showed us again they are capable of everything impossible! Love you guys!! ❤️‍🔥

[eefonline]

okay EEF. hi! you’re gonna get compliments now

just wanted to talk abt your music taste. ur emo music tastes are obviously awesome and thanks for the recs a while back! (you can give me more if you want just sayin) and your music taste is superb. mcr? TOP TIER, no duh. even tho i don’t listen to them often, they’re still awesome and probably one of my fave bands (not just music wise, how well known n stuff)

ok but remember when me you n oliver were talking abt byler and laufey and when you brought up that promise was so mike coded? yea you guys are awesome i think that time will be in my mind forever (spinning it around in the microwave of which i call my brain)

ok i know you had a scott pilgrim hyperfixation before the anime came out and i never really understood why (didn’t see the movie or read the comics i’ll read the comics dw) but oh my god. now ik why you like it so much it’s so. near and dear to my heart just. THE CHARACTERS AND THE PLOT my god. magnificent

ok but you’re super duper kind and have talked to me a lot and are super funny. cracks me up like an egg fr. you’re an extrovert (ik ur personality type started with an E) and super easy to talk to (/pos btw) and it’s nice to talk to you because of that. we could be talking about byler and then start talking about something completely unrelated.

anyways happy new years, see you in 2024!

DERRICK I MIGHT CRY WHAT THE FUUUUUUCCCCCKKK. IM SORRY 4 SUCH A L8 REPLY BTW I WAS HOSTING A NYE PARTY W MY IRLS

ANYWAYS IDEK WHERE 2 START. I SHOULD PROBABLY SOTP USING CAPS BUT FUCK THAT. OK SO. FIRST OF ALL, HAPPY NEW YEARS I HOPE UR 2024 IS SO CRAZY GOOD ‼️‼️‼️

NEXT, I WANT 2 SAY THAT U HAVE BEEN SUCH A GOOD MUTUAL AND FRIEND UR SO FUNNY AND SILLY AND IT’S FUCKING AWESOME UR COMPLIMENTS R HITTING SO HARS BC WAAAKWKSM

ok i think im good now n can stop using caps. ur so real!!!!! i fucking LOVE spvtw spto n all of its related content ITS SO GOOD 😭😭 I AM SO HAPPY THE ANIME HAS INTRODUCED MORE PPL TO IT IT’S A BREATH OF FRESH AIR OR WTEVER THAT 1 PHRASE IS

ACTUALLY FOING ALL OVER THE PLACE THIS IS NOT IN ORDER I AM SOOOO SORRY. NEXT, i also remember that!!!!!! it was so fun 2 talk about!!! i think i have fun talking 2 u in general ngl :]]]

THANKKKK UUUUU 4 THE COMPLIMENTS ON MY MUSIC TASTE I LUV MUSIC SM SO ITS SO GOOD TO HEAR SOMEONE ACTUALLY ENJOY THE RECS I GIVE THEM

also just realized that “done with cpas” thing was a lie SORRY IT JUST FEELS RIGHT!!!! n e ways tysm again!!!! i thought abt saying more but noen of it would make sense asi am so tired 💔 happy new years, finn :]]]]]

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[skybristle]

do you guys like. want me to post my cr art or will you like kill me in the streets. noen of it is particularly high quality [ive been busy with classes] + its basically All ocs but

the reason ive barely been posting is ive been relapsing [/silly] like CRAZY back into cookie run. Like this is catestrophic I'VE BARELY BEEN THINKING ABOUT SPARKS OR CHIMES. ITS BAD. ITS BAD.

[10verboy]

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[christinebloodwrittings]

can i request a drabble for shy tipsy loki wanting cuddles and kisses from his s/o? :33

You ask, I write! Thank you so much 💖💖

It fills me with joy to have so many requests so soon, thank you🥺

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Soulmate Reader

Summary: Loki's a bit drunk and seeks out your love.

Warnings: Cuteness overload.

Loki taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @lucky-foxface @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @apine7 @beakami

My Beloved

“ANOTHER!!” you heard Thor from the other side of the room, recognizing immediately the laughter that belonged to your dearest boyfriend, who was drinking next to his brother.

Another party Tony threw in the tower to release some tension and stress, working rather well so far, you even got to see Natasha flirt with Dr. Banner, you were totally going to tease her afterwards.

“What is he doing?” Pepper came your way, two drinks in hand which she handed one to you, all while giggling at Loki, “Just being himself” she couldn’t believe it, the infamous god dancing? “I don’t remember him like this” you laughed and patted her shoulder, “I cherish this moments, when he can just laugh and allow himself to be goofy, Thor does even more than me, I love seeing them together just having a good time as brothers” Loki caught your loving stare, smiled and shushed everyone until the room was silent.

Then he resumed singing:

I stormsvarte fjell jeg vandrer alene

Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem

I eplehagen står møyen den vene

Og synger: når kommer du hjem?

Never breaking eye contact with you, barely keeping his balance, but holding the notes amazingly. When he finished he fell on Thor’s side, belly laughing and just being genuinely happy, “I love him so much” you sighed taking place next to Natasha, “When he’s like this he’s even likable” you threw an olive to Barton, “Don’t be an asshole, Loki doesn’t need to be drunk to be likable!” they laughed, of course they wouldn’t understand.

“Y/N!!” Loki’s cheerly calling your name made you look behind you, Thor helped him move to you by holding him up by his shoulders, then sat him to your right. Loki immediately pulled you flush against him, nuzzling his face in your hair and the crook of your neck.

“Y/n! you heard me sing?” he was just like a child in this state, he was so careless and cute, “Yes! My love, that was amazing!” he pulled your legs up to sit across his lap, rosing the tip of your nose with his lips, “Jeg kan ikke tro at jeg har deg i livet mitt” he whispered lovingly, “Min elskede, du er det beste som noen gang har skjedd meg” you answered back.

“Can we go? I need you all to myself” he kissed your neck, right under your ear, “Go? Already? I thought you were having fun” he whined, hugging you tighter, “I need your cuddles, and I want to feel you” he kissed your cheek, “And feel your weight on top of me” another kiss to your bare shoulder since the dress you wore was sleeveless, “And I want your kisses, your hugs, your smell” he loudly smooched your lips before looking at you with his irresistible frost giant puppy eyes, “I want you, pretty please?”.

He damn knew you couldn’t say no to him, “Well guys, we’ll take our leave, see you tomorrow” as soon as he heard you he teleported himself with you still on his lap, only to re appear in his bed, your body straddling his.

“What do you need min elskede?” he smiled as you leaned down to pamper his face with kisses. His hands wandered down to grab hold of the hem of your skirt, slowly pulling it up as his knuckles brushed your thighs, then your belly, until he completely discarded it.

“I love when you wear my colors” he purred burying his face in between your breasts, your underwear was forest green, laced, just like he likes it.

“I know baby” he purred into your skin, he felt so comfortable with you. "I love you Y/n" he gasped and acted like he just realized that.

"Me too my love" he took off his dress shirt and threw it away, your skin totally against his. It was something of the closeness while being naked, not as a sexual thing, but as a intimate contact moment between you and him, it just felt right.

He sighed and let out a moan, carrying out a jawn in the process. "Wanna sleep, my love?" He hummed in yes before he looked up and made kissy lips, he looked so cute! "One more kiss and then is pajama time" you pecked his lips but he pulled you by the nape of your neck and kissed you in a far deeper manner.

"Nooooo, kiss me, kiss me more my love...please?" Your heart clutched, who were you to say no? So, you accommodated yourself in his lap, gently making him look up at you and started spreading kisses all over his face.

He giggled wholeheartedly, roaming your back with his hands. "Sleepy?" You asked after he let out a jawn, followed by a few kisses to your collarbone. He groaned in response and with a flick of his wrist he changed both of you into pajamas.

He had been working so hard lately, it seemed fair that you spoiled him a little, "My love, why don't we...you know" you traveled down his torso, but he stopped you, "Not tonight my love"

"But your needs, you've been working so hard, it's only fair" he stopped you with a kiss, "I only need you in my arms, so come here, I want cuddles" you crawled up to him, failing onto his chest thanks to him. Actually, you ended up sleeping on top of him as he wanted.

He pulled you closer, if that was even possible, mumbled a few things you couldn't understand, and when you asked what he was saying he just shook his head, placing kisses all over your neck then your lips.

"I love you so much my beloved" he smiled against your lips.

"I love you more, my dearest".

.

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**Translations**

“Jeg kan ikke tro at jeg har deg i livet mitt" (I can not believe I have you in my life)

“Min elskede, du er det beste som noen gang har skjedd meg” (My beloved, you are the best thing that ever happened to me)

[doraimisuto]

Fan art of a beitufull fic calle Done Dirt Cheap by the amazing Noen aka @balderdashofafool on AO3 if you guys havent read it then get onto it cus i love these mfs  here’s the link<3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/39442902/chapters/98715627 Yall can thank me later ;)

[formula1andbeyond]

A holiday to remember - M.S.

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader

Summary: While spending Christmas at your family cabin, you befriend the guy next door. Unknown to you, he’s not just the great skiier you think he is. He’d world famous

Wordcount: 3k

Warnings: A tiny amount of swearing and a bit dialogue heavy.

Notes: My first ever F1 fanfic. It’s set in Norway, and y/n is Norwegian, simply because I wanted Norwegian holiday traditions incorporated:) Enjoy!

You looked at the big, brown cabin. Located near a ski resort in western Norway, the cabin was just one of many nearly identical buildings surrounding you. And yet this one felt like home. It belonged to your aunt and uncle, and it was one of your favourite places to visit.

“Jeg sover på hemsen!” (I’m sleeping upstairs) your brother calls in norwegian as he runs past you with his bag. You roll your eyes at him. He’s sixteen, but behaves like a ten year old. It’s not like you want to share a room with him and your three cousins anyway. They’re fourteen, ten and seven. And really annoying.

“Y/N!” Your aunt calls, a sweet smile on her face as she greets you on the stairs.

“Hei, tante Jorunn,”(hi, aunt Jorunn), you answer her, and accept her hug. You take a deep breath as you walk inside, the sweet, homey smell of the cabin, mixed with gingerbread, fills your nostrils.

You feel excitement building. Two weeks here, spending time with your friends and family, skiing everyday and eating christmas food. It’s literally heaven!

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You and your brother spend the entire next day on the slopes, enjoying the fresh cold air, and the excitement of going super fast. It’s something you miss in everyday, student life. Late in the afternoon, when you’ve had your fill, and the lifts close, you reluctantly make your way back to the cabin.

It’s a luxury that you can ski the entire way. As you come to a halt outside the cabin, panting from having raced your brother there, you notice several cars outside the cabin across the road.

“Noen tyskere som har leid den, vist nok,” (Some germans have rented it, apparently) Your brother says, as you both remove your skis. You nod, and are about to head up the stairs to the door, when a young boy, or more man, opens the door to the other cabin.

He’s insanely handsome, you note. Blue eyes, light blonde hair, and high cheekbones. Despite the several degrees below zero, he’s only wearing jeans and a thigh t-shirt. The guy’s fit, you note..

It’s like he feels you watching him, because his eyes meet yours, and he grins.

“Were the conditions good?” He asks, his english slightly affected by an accent. You blush from his intense eye contact. Luckily you're wearing several layers of clothes, and a wool balaclava that covers most of your face.

“Huh?,” You ask, before realizing what he said. You blush deeper, and answer in english, “the light was flat, and the snow was icy. But it’s supposed to snow tonight, so I bet tomorrow will be better.”

He nods, and smiles, before he opens the car door, and grabs a bag.

“Perhaps I’ll see you out there,” he says, before he returns inside the cabin, closing the door behind him. After a second, you break out of your slight trance, and gather your skis, wobbling up the stairs in the clunky alpine boots. You’re very glad the guy went inside, because this is the most un-sexy you’ve felt in ages. When you close the door behind you, your brother is removing his ski pants.

“Han var såååå søøøt” (He was sooo cute) he says in a teasing voice. It’s like you plumet from several meters back into your body. You turn your head and look at your brother.

“Skal vi snakke om Maiken?” (Should we talk about Maiken?) You ask, sweetly. Your brother blushes to the root of his hair, quickly shaking his head. You roll your eyes. “Tenkte meg det.” (Thought so)

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You don’t see the handsome guy the next day, but you definitely tell your ski friends about him.

The second day after meeting him, you come outside at eight thirty, ready to head down to the slopes. Your brother decided to sleep in, but you don’t mind. A solo day at the slopes is pretty nice actually. It’s therefore a huge shock to see a tall, blonde and very grinning guy putting on his skis outside.

“Hi,” he says as he straightens, and looks at you.

“Eh, hi?” you say back, the scepticism clear in your voice. The guy’s smile falters slightly, but he's quick with the reply.

“I was wondering if I could join you and your brother today. I’ve never been here before.”

“He’s sleeping in, but, uh, you can join me, I guess.” The guy smiles again, and you can't help but smile back. Though you doubt he can see it behind your balaclava, helmet and ski glasses. You both push off, and skate down to the slope, coming in from the side of the slope, half way up. The guy is great at skiing, you realize, as you take off down the hill.

“Not bad,” You say with a smile as you reach the bottom, and slide into the line for the lift.

“Thanks”, he says. “But not nearly as good as you. That was insanely good.”

You're about to answer, when you hear someone calling your name. It’s your friend Kari. She waves, and lines up next to you in the line.

“Hvem er vennen din?” (who’s your friend) she asks, looking at the guy.

“Oh, this is- eh-” You stop, realizing you’ve never gotten the guy’s name.

“I’m Mick,” he answers for himself, extending his hand to Kari. She tells him her name back, just as you reach the front of the line, and take your seats.

Kari talks the entire way up, as she always does. You don’t mind, but you can see Mick getting slightly confused at times, casting you long glances. At the top of the hill, Kari leaves to join her parents.

You and Mick decide on the not-so-steep blue slope, just to get a feel of the snow.

It’s soft, but not so much that it slides away from you. Perfect, really. The two of you ski down several times. Each time in the lift, you talk. It feels easy to talk to Mick, and he makes you laugh a lot. He’s very nice, his blue eyes always shining towards you.

“Lunch time, maybe?” you ask after a few hours. Mick nods, and you race each other down to the cafe at the bottom of the lift. As you enter, Mick asks you to find a table, then he can buy food.

“I can buy my own food, Mick,” you protest, but he insists.

“I can afford it, trust me!” He says, and gives you a look that shuts you up. With a smirk, you nod, and waddle off to find a table. There’s one in the back, and you sit down, removing your helmet and balaclava. It’s warm inside, and your jacket quickly follows your helmet onto the bench beside you.

With a content sigh, you lean your head on your shand, and look out the window. It’s starting to snow, thick flakes falling down and adding to the magical feeling of christmas. You’ll have to go backcountry skiing soon, with all this powder adding up.

After a few minutes, you seem to hear your name getting called. You look around confused. A few meters away from you, Mick stands, holding a tray. You call his name, waving your hand slightly. His eyes widen, and he walks over slowly.

“Hey,” you say, as he puts the tray on the table. “You okay?”

“Uh, eh- yeah. I just didn't recognize you without all the clothes. You’re, well, uh- you’re not like I imagined” He says with a blush, as he removes his own skiing gear. You blush, a little self conscious. It hadn’t even been on your mind that Mick had only ever seen you with a balaclava and helmet on.

“I hadn’t thought about that,” you say, and push some hair behind your ears.

“Don’t take that the wrong way. It’s meant the very right way. Or- like, you're pretty. Very pretty.” He blushes deeper. You both look into the table, not able to meet eathoters eyes. When you finally look up, Mick gestures weakly to the food.

“French fries and burger to both. And a cola to share. And a hot cocoa to you, and coffee to me. Or we can switch if you don’t want hot cocoa. Also, food in Norway is expensive” He says, as he hands you the food. You smile.

“Yeah, it really is. And I’ll keep the cocoa. I hate coffee.” Mick’s eyes widened.

“How can you hate God’s nectar to the people? This is ambrosia, black gold, everything good in the world!” You scrunch your nose and shake your head. Mick sighs, and shows a fry into his mouth. You laugh, grumpy Mick is cute.

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The next three days pass in a blur, with lots of skiing and laughing. Mick makes you smile a lot, but you’re definitely ignoring the warm feeling in your stomach. You’ve known the guy for a week, for God’s sake!

In the lifts, you both talk a lot. He talks about his childhood in Switzerland and Germany, his annoying older sister, and his dad’s accident. He’s so open it nearly blows you away.

In return you tell him about Bergen (your hometown), what it’s like growing up in Norway, and about your studies. He listens so intensely to everything you say that you think he probably could tell it all back to you. It makes you feel important. Like he really cares.

Suddenly it’s Christmas eve. You spend the day in the cabin, watching Christmas movies with your brother (Tre nøtter til Askepott is a MUST*), and helping your dad and aunt with the food.

After lunch, where your youngest cousin, Eva, miraculously finds the almond and wins the marzipan pig (as if your aunt hasn’t planted it in her food**), you bring the two youngest cousins out sledding.

You wave at Mick as you pass their cabin. He’s wearing a blue button up shirt, and is wrestling what looks like a huge gift, out of a car.

“My sister is spoiled!” He calls with a smile, and you laugh. His smile is so infectious.

“So are my cousins,” you answer, gesturing to the kids you’re pulling on the sled. Mick laughs. When you return from the sledding, Mick’s gone. You brush the snow of your cousins, and you all pile into the hall, removing wet clothes. It’s time to change into your christmas dress, and before you know it, everyone is sitting at the dinner table, eating a massive feast of delicious food.

After dinner, gifts are passed out. From your parents, you get a new skiing helmet, as the old one is getting, well, old. You also receive some clothes from friends, and a pair of high heeled boots from your aunt. It’s honestly a pretty great evening.

Later, when you lay in bed, texting your friend and feeling so full you might never eat again, a message pings into your phone from instagram.

Mickschumacher has started following you.

You tap the message with a slight smile. How he found your account, you don’t know, nor care. Mick is clearly serious about staying in touch. Your eyes scan his account, as your brows crease. He’s verified, you notice. Then you gasp, and sit upright in the bed, clutching your phone with both hands. He has more than two million followers? Holy shit, Mick is famous!

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You wake the next morning, still processing the information from last night. After seeing Mick’s account, you googled him. You had to. You read article after article. About him, his dad, and formula 1. It was insane! You have been casually hanging out with a world famous race car driver for days. How is that even possible?

Hi! You up?- It’s Mick, dm’ing you on insta.

Yup- you text back. You’re not sure if you’re mad at him or not yet.

I’ve managed to borrow some randonee skis. You wanna go backcountry skiing today?

Mad or not, you can’t say no to that offer. The conditions are too perfect, and you were already considering going. Half an hour later, you meet Mick outside, backpacks on, both of you ready for a day outside. Turning on your avalanche detectors, you start the long trek up the nearly untouched mountain behind the cabins.

“So- I googled you last night,” you burst out half an hour later during a little water break. Mick leans heavily on his ski poles and sighs.

“I figured you would,” he says. You just look at him, and shrug.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re famous?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it. He’s clearly thinking. You swallow hard. It does feel a little like betrayal. He’s clearly talked his way around a LOT of important subjects while telling you about himself.

“I guess- because you really had no idea who I am. Formula 1 isn’t that big in Norway. It’s nice to just be the boy next door. Not Mick Schumacher, famous driver. Not Mick Schumacher, famous son. Just Mick, the guy who likes to ski and enjoys doing it with a pretty girl.”

You swallow hard, and force your water bottle back into the backpack.

“I want to be mad,” You tell him sternly. His eyes get a familiar twinkle.

“But you're not?” He asks carefully. You roll your eyes, but shake your head. A grin overtakes his handsome face. And you can’t help but smile back. Mick seems to be floating the rest of the hike. Willingly plowing the path through the snow, he listens intently when you tell him things about the terrain, and the area. He knows this is your turf.

“One day,” he says, as you stand on the top of the mountain, removing the skins from your skis, “I’ll show you around the paddock. Then it’ll be my turn to explain it all to you.”

You laugh, but a knot forms in your stomach. Mick seems so sure you’ll keep in touch. But he’s famous, and you're, well, you. Not famous. Normal. You don’t say anything. But the whole way down, as you play the perfect powder, you feel the nagging thought in the back of your head. In a week, Mick is returning to Germany. And you’ll probably never see him again.

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You don’t see Mick for the next two days. It’s a mix between staying away and genuinely being busy. Some friends who live in different places have all come up to the mountains for new years, and you're busy entertaining them. Your family travels back to the city on the second Christmas day, leaving you and your friends in the cabin. It’s a huge amount of trust, and you feel extremely grateful. This really proves they trust you.

On the third day of not seeing Mick, you can't help but crane your neck out the window, looking for him. The kitchen in your cabin is facing right towards his. You would see if he had left for the slopes.

“Kari sier du har fått kjæreste,” (Kari says you’ve gotten a boyfriend) Rebecka, your childhood best friend, says as she sits down at the table, a smirk on her face. You blush wildly.

“Han er ikke kjæresten min!” (he’s not my boyfriend) you answer stubbornly.

“Hvem har fått kjæreste?” (Who’s gotten a boyfriend/girlfriend?) Jostein asks as he enters, kissing Rebecka’s head before grabbing a piece of bacon from the table.

“Y/n!” Rebecka says just as you try to protest not having a boyfriend. “Vist nok er han tysk. Og en fantastisk skikjører. Y/n har ikke hatt noe tid til Kari.” (Apparently he’s german, and a great skier. Y/n hasn’t had time for Kari at all.)

You roll your eyes, and a sarcastic reply is on the tip of your lips, but just then the door on Mick’s cabin opens. You see Mick, and another guy you don’t know, leave the cabin. They’re dressed for the cold weather, but not for skiing.

“Er det han?” (Is that him) Rebecka shrieks, and runs to the window. Jostein, with Mia and Nora who were chilling on the couch, are not far behind.

“Jeg vil se!” (I want to see!) Marcus calls, and comes running down the stairs. They all flock around the small window.

“Hvilken er det?” (Which one is it?) Nora whispers. You sigh.

“Den høyeste. Han heter Mick, og han er IKKE kjæresten min.” (The tall one. His name is Mick, and he’s NOT my boyfriend). You finally groan. Marcus gasps audibly.

“Holy shit, y/n! Det er er jo Mick Schumacher og Dennis Hauger! Dette er helt sykt” (That’s Mick Schumacher and Dennis Hauger! This is insane!). You should have known. Marcus is a huge F1 fan.

When he turns towards the door, you have to physically restrain Marcus from rushing outside for an autograph. He pulls you along the floor, your wool socks sliding along easily. You’re still wearing your pj’s.

“No, no, no, no” You shout at him, as he pushes the door open. Then he turns to you with an evil grin. You can feel yourself go pale.

“Marcus, nei!” He picks you up around the waist, and you barely have time to scream before he has tossed you off the low balcony, into the huge pile of snow outside. You lie there staring up, as a familiar face comes into view.

“Hi,” Mick says. “Cute shorts. Probably a bit cold though.”

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Your friends all fall for Mick’s charm as easily as you have. Marcus clings to his every word as if it’s gospel. It’s honestly a bit weird. Mick’s friend, Dennis, turns out to be a Norwegian formula driver. He’s sweet and polite, and you like him immediately. It’s cool that you have a norwegian driver. You weren’t aware.

“Eh, y/n,” Mick asks when you return from putting on proper clothes. “Can I talk to you?”

Ignoring your friends whistling, you nod, and lead Mick to your room.

“I just wanted to apologize. For lying. Or not telling the truth. I shouldn’t have done that. And you have every right to be mad at me, but-”

“Mick, I’m not mad,” you say, a little shocked. “I’ve just been a little busy. And well, I guess I’ve been a little distant. I’m just afraid that when you leave, you’ll forget about me and this christmas. I thought it would hurt less if I spent less time with you. I’m really sorry.”

He shakes his head, and lets out a small chuckle. Grabbing your shoulders, he pulls you into a hug, and mutters into your hair. “Trust me, y/n. I could never forget you.

That night, Mick and Dennis join your group for a board game tournament. You and Mick sit close to each other on the couch. Your thigh feels hot where it touches his. In the game Alias, you two destroy the others. The look he gives you as you do a little victory dance, makes you feel like the rest of the world could just disappear. Holy shit, you think. If only he could look at you like that forever.

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It’s like you're glued together for the next few days. Skiing, both alpine and backcountry, in the days, and in the evening he joins you and your friends for games, jacuzzi (you nearly die seeing him shirtless), and for movie night.

He introduces you to his family one day. His mother and sister turn out to be the sweetest people ever, hugging you, and including you in the conversation.

You are slightly awed, meeting Mick’s dad. Despite never even having heard about Michael Schumacher before a week ago, there is something about his presence. He just feels like someone you should admire. And you do.

On new years eve, you and your friends throw a big party. You’ve invited several other people your age that are staying in the area. And Mick, of course. There is a giddy feeling in your stomach as you pull on the stunning silver dress you have bought for the eve. Hair styled, heels on, you grab your first cider, taking a slow sip.

People have started arriving, and the music is turned on. You take another sip of your far to sweet cider, as a pair of hands land on your hips.

“I barely recognized you,” Mick whispers in your ear. You grin, but a blush still fights it’s way forward and you turn in his arms. He’s wearing a green turtleneck and black dress pants. Hot. He smiles. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks. You too,” You say, matching his smile. If it had been up to you, you would just stay there, gazing into his eyes for the rest of the night. But someone presses a beer into Mick’s hand, breaking the spell.

“Skål” (cheers), you say, as you tap his beer with your cider. Mick wiggle his eyebrow at you, and takes a sip. After a second, he makes a face that tells you he likes it. He offers you a sip, but beer isn't really your thing. Sticking to wine, cider and shots is safer.

The party is great. People are clearly having fun, and getting drunker by the minute. Someone shouts that it’s only five minutes until midnight, and you all scramble to get your jackets and move out onto the patio. You can feel Mick close behind you, his ungloved hand holding onto your waist. It’s nice, and you lean into it.

One minute left, someone shouts. You look up at Mick, and his eyes meet yours. It’s like they sober up instantly. Suddenly they’re much clearer, wide but determined.

TEN!

You smile carefully at Mick.

NINE!

His eyes take in your whole face, memorising it, it seems.

EIGHT!

You blink, feeling the alcohol drain from your head.

SEVEN!

The hand on your waist twists, pulling at your coat.

SIX!

You turn towards Mick

FIVE!

He swallows hard, gazing down at you.

FOUR!

“I’m gonna kiss you now” Mick whispers.

THREE!

You nod, “Okay,”

TWO!

His hands cup your face.

ONE!

His lips feel so unbelievably soft, even as they crush yours in a hungry kiss. You kiss back with just as much vigour. God how you’ve waited for this!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

He softens his lips, but doesn’t let go of yours. You hope he never will. The butterflies in your stomach are doing cartwheels like crazy. You want to feel like this forever. Your hands grab onto his hair, pulling softly. All around you people are cheering.

“Yeah, y/n! Get it girl!” Someone shouts close by. Blushing, you pull away from Mick. The look in his eyes makes you pant. Pupils dilated, he can't seem to stop gazing into your soul.

“I definitely won’t forget you now!”

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*The movie Tre nøtter til Askepott (Three wishes for Cinderella) is probably one of the weirdest Norwegian Christmas traditions. It’s a Czech movie from the 70’s, where Cinderella receives three magic nuts, and is granted a wish with each. The whole thing is dubbed by only one man voicing all the characters, from Cinderella and the stepmom, to the king and prince. It’s hilarious. I love this movie with all my heart, and it is literally one of the best traditions in Norway. My brother and I quote it to each other all the time.

** On christmas eve, or just any time during december, it’s tradition in Norway to eat rice porridge for lunch. In one of the bowls there is supposed to be an almond, but no one knows which bowl. The winner (the one who finds the almond) receives a marzipan pig as their prize. It's fun, but surprisingly often the youngest family member wins. Strange...

[storiesforallfandoms]

he’ll never see this ~ noen eubanks

word count: 1994

request?: yes!

“Hi can you do one imagine of Noen Eubanks, like, the reader is a tik toker or influencer something like that and they have a crush on each other,and they Fans are Shipping them.

Thanksss💖🖤💖🖤💖”

description: in which she admits her feelings for a fellow creator during a stream thinking he’ll never see it

pairing: noen eubanks x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The sound of a new donation message coming in pulled you away from your game for a split second. The automated voice read the message out to you: “are there any influencers that you are totally crushing on right now?”

You chuckle to yourself as you turn back to your game. “You guys really wanna start something, huh? You realize this will be trending within an hour if I say anything.”

You glanced over at your chat to see they were begging you to tell them who your influencer crush was. You had mentioned a few times that there was a fellow influencer that you had a crush on, but you refused to admit who it was (for obvious reasons). Your viewers, however, were determined to find out who this mystery man you liked was.

“We promise we’ll keep it a secret,” you read, managing to catch one message before it disappeared into the void of never ending messages. “I don’t believe you guys at all.”

You laughed as you watched the chat blow up again. You finally paused your game and made your face cam bigger for the audience. “Okay, you know what? Fuck it, there’s no way he’ll ever see this and I’m not big enough of a content creator to have articles written about me. My influencer crush is Noen Eubanks. If you don’t know who he is, look him up on TikTok and you’ll totally understand why I have such a crush on him.”

Your chat went absolutely wild at this. You went back to playing your game, smiling to yourself as you did so. It felt nice to get that off of your chest, and you knew you were about to get a kick out of your fan’s reactions to this.

Like you said, you had no fear of Noen actually finding out what you said. You had a bit of a following, but it was nothing too big. Just enough that you could be classified as “Internet famous”, but not enough that admitting you had a crush on someone else who had a much bigger following than you would be a big deal.

Or so you thought.

After your stream, you decided to go right to bed. You were feeling tired and had to get up early to edit the video you were planning on uploading. You weren’t awake to witness the internet absolutely explode over your comment, but lucky for you it was still happening when you woke up the next morning.

When you checked your phone for the first time that day, you noticed that your notifications had blown up over night. You figured it was just your fans teasing you over your crush on Noen, which it partly was, but you noticed that it was also YouTube news Twitter accounts and internet tabloid accounts tagging you in their articles about your crush on Noen.

“Oh no,” you said, your eyes widening as you read through article after article, tweet after tweet.

Before you knew it, you had spent nearly two hours sat on the floor, reading through everything that mentioned both you and Noen. All the articles were the same: an brief introduction to you and your small Twitch/YouTube following, talking about you admitting to having a crush on Noen the night before, and asking whether the reading audience believed that you and Noen would make a good couple or not.

The reactions from fans were as entertaining as you figured - with many of your fans trying to come up with ship names for you and Noen and tagging him in clips from your stream - but then there were the less than entertaining reactions. Many people, whether they were Noen’s fans or just people who wanted to hate on you you weren’t sure, were saying you had mentioned Noen’s name just for clout, or that your “crush” was nothing more than an infatuation over his looks.

It wasn’t until your phone rang that you were finally pulled out of your trance and back to the real world. Your friend’s name lit up on your screen, and it took you a moment to collect yourself before you answered.

“(Y/N), have you been online yet today?” she asked.

You sighed and nodded, then remembered she couldn’t actually see you. “Yeah, I’ve been scrolling for the past two hours on Twitter.”

“You haven’t checked your Twitch page, or YouTube account yet?”

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “No? Should I?”

“You definitely should.”

You put her on speaker and switched to your Twitch app. You were shocked to see that you had skyrocketed in subs overnight, same with your YouTube page. You had gained a solid ten thousand subscribers on both platforms, and it was still rising by the second.

“So this situation has gained me more subscribers, who cares? That’s not why I talked about Noen on stream,” you said.

“Oh no, honey. It isn’t just the situation that has given you new subscribers. Go check Noen’s Twitter.”

You knew what she was implying, but you had to see it for your own eyes. You immediately opened the Twitter app again and typed in Noen’s name. You were brought to his Twitter page, where his most recent tweet was a link to the clip from your stream along with a caption that read, “When your internet crush calls you *their* internet crush”.

You covered your mouth in shock. You were sure you were about to start screaming, but you were so speechless that you couldn’t force any sounds from your mouth.

“I’m assuming by the silence that you’ve seen it,” your friend said after a prolonged moment of silence.

“D-Did he just c-call me his...?” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

“He did,” your friend confirmed. “And both of your fans are going wild. They’ve already come up with a ship name for you, which isn’t the most clever name but I admire their spirit.”

You could barley hear what your friend was saying. You were still staring at the tweet in disbelief. Your mind could barley comprehend anything else besides the fact that your online crush thought the same as you. You were trying to tell yourself not to get too worked up, as it was most likely that nothing was going to come from this besides some gossip for a week or more, but your heart was still racing with excitement.

You gasped as a notification popped up on the top of your screen: “@/eubanks_noen is requesting to message you”.

“He’s trying to DM me,” you whisper, so silently that you could barley hear yourself.”

“What?”

“He’s trying to DM me! On Twitter!”

“What are you doing talking to me?! Go answer his DM!”

You were too focused to laugh as you hung up the phone and went into your DMs. The familiar profile picture that you saw almost every day on your timeline was the first thing you saw in your message requests. Your whole body was shaking so much that you could barley see the screen as you pressed to open it.

“hi :)”

It was a very simple message, but it was enough to make your heart race even more.

You were debating on messaging back, wondering if maybe this was a fake account or something. But you knew there was only one way to find out for sure, so you took a deep breath and responded.

“hi! :)”

His response came near seconds later: “so...we’re the internet’s hottest power couple, huh?”

You chuckled to yourself. “i guess we are. sorry if i ruined your mentions last night. i didn’t think it would blow up the way it has. i’m not all that famous online.”

“are you kidding me? you’re like one of the best twitch streamers. i’ve watched every single one of your streams, including last night’s”

You felt your face heating up, but a slight groan of embarrassment came from your lips. You were thinking of all the embarrassing things you had said and done on stream, and now wished you could just melt into the floor or erase the entire internet.

“oh that’s embarrassing. i��d say i’m not that awkward and dumb in real life, but i’m actually more so”

“i wouldn’t say you’re awkward or dumb at all. i think you’re adorable”

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed to no one in particular. If your face got any hotter, it would be on fire.

“you really know how to talk to a girl”

“i really don’t, but i’m glad you’re enjoying my attempts to flirt”

“so you’re flirting? never would’ve known”

“i know, it’s hard to tell. i’m trying to be subtle”

You continued to message Noen for a while. It felt so natural, as if you weren’t talking to someone you had been crushing on for about a year now. You were extremely glad you weren’t coming off as awkward as you normally felt.

Finally, after having been sat on the floor for a good three hours, your back began to ache and your stomach was growling so loudly in attempts to get your attention. You realized then that you had put getting breakfast on hold in order to fall deep into the hole of internet gossip that had surrounded you overnight.

“love talking to you and all, but i’m gonna have to go for a little bit. i’ve been sat on the floor basically since i woke up and i haven’t eaten yet today so my stomach is very upset with me”

“why are you on the floor? 😂”

“when i’m stressed i tend to sit down no matter where i am, and i was very stressed to see my name plastered all over social media this morning”

“why were you stressed over that?”

“it’s not something i’m exactly used to. like i said, i’m not overly famous online. i just have a small following. i’m not someone who has an article written about every little thing she says. also like i said, i didn’t expect you to see me admit that i have a crush on you last night, so i was so worried about what your reaction was going to be”

“i guess i can understand that. i haven’t had a lot written about me. i’m not a big tiktoker like some of my friends are, but i guess that’s a blessing”

You started to type another message, but paused when you saw the three dots from Noen indicating that he was typing something else.

“for what it’s worth, i’ve had a internet crush on you since you first started streaming”

Your jaw dropped at this. You had started streaming months before you even knew about Noen, which meant he had known about you before you knew about him. Just when you thought this day couldn’t get any better.

“wow! that’s quite a while. you must be one of my first subscribers then”

“i’m up there i think. i’ll wear that badge with pride”

The three dots again. You waited anxiously to see what he was about to say.

“i liked getting to talk to you today, though. maybe we could talk offline sometime, like through text or phone call. maybe meet in person eventually”

Your smile was so wide that it hurt your cheeks. “yeah, i’d really like that”

You exchanged phone numbers and added his to your contacts. You finally pulled yourself off the floor and started making a super late breakfast while also starting to edit your next video since you had also gotten such a late start on that.

You were putting your food on a plate when your phone chimed, indicating a new text message.

“btw, it’s nice to finally get to meet you internet crush :)”

“it’s nice to get to meet you, too, internet crush”

You sat at the table, your heart feeling warm. And to think, it all came true thanks to one nosy donation.

Not sure how much I like this imagine, but I hope you enjoyed anyways!

[librarycard]

rly sory i veeen so much tongiht. i think youre all grt. sorry. for beng. me. im so much sometims. i have so much hapening. in lfei. im aodulbe major now and aprt rime studnet worker. i fel so much so much so much. my cat i miss im i wish he hadnt didd. i wish when died my parents had cazlled me isntead of getexting me and presetneding that was enough. no one ceheckd on me that day and i was so asad i couldnt think aout him and i dint cry i stil hvent cryidd aout it. bc i miss im i tomk a picture with hm 25h spembter and im loking at it and i miss him. do you guys know that dieath feels like a hole nn yourmdide thatswosrse than bullets or tab wounds the feel like youee een punctred like thvery fbric of the univesre like a blck hole. giref is wirse than blsck holes. i love him i hope hes okay wherebefer he is. im so sad thinkjng aout how he died it as so violent and awul. i rmember wkaing up to that text nd jusr thinking about how much i wish i ould do ltieralyl anything to stp it. and thef act that my little stister saw ktsehes been through so much shed indt dserve to se that. no one knows how much is haoneign. in mylife. c imscqred to talk aout it im ascared to sound like a liar. i have so uhc goiugo n. im alwas ccared an did ont want to do it nmoyre ut i have to c i feel obliagateed. sorhy. for posting al this but. i ean if nowt now ahwne. you know llol. i dk i get eally sad i miss roscoe i miss him so much youcouldnt get it . and now i haeve no cats. i have noen. i had some and now none. i cwish i could cry about it i woish i had someone who undestood. but m alone kind of about it. idk. sory. i lm sory. i love you ugys i stop postng now ohpefully. atlest sot[p oposting posts like this. thi is more than anyomne wants to now about me. sory.

[guigz1-coldwar]

'A helping hand' : new chapter of "Redemption of a Spirit in a Cold War' is out !

'A helping hand'

Chapter Summary :

After finding Park again, Bell awake in the safehouse she didn't step for 3 years.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +2800

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My left hand was hurting so bad, like if it was burned by something very hot as I slowly opened my eyes laid down on a bed in a bedroom looking like a Perseus safehouse in the middle of nowhere. My vision were troubled and my right eye were covered by an bandage. I tried to blink a lot of times but that vision would never succeed to get better at all. I wasn't able to find out exactly what happened to me but it was clearly something bad, according at my current state.

I decided to slowly redress myself on the bed, avoiding to hurt my left hand and myself by doing that. It was at this moment, my vision was slowly getting better for my left eye but since my right eye was under an bandage, I was only able to look at my left. I moved my fingers of my right hand, checking if it was okay and that went pretty good but my left hand....it was looking paralysed....and in a bandage.

I started to scratch the back of my head with my only available hand wanting to know if I ha d nothing else at my back when I was surprised by an feminine voice in the room.

"Yirina." The voice was coming from my right and I moved my head, obliged, to look at who was it "By god, finally, you're awake !" I could see Freya, getting next to me.

"Fre-...Freya." I said, my voice was sounding so low and cracked

"It's okay, we're safe." She put her hand on top of my right one, sitting next to me with her chair

"Where are we ?" I asked with the same voice as before

"Out of the city." She replied, looking around the room "Back at the safehouse and like I told you, safe."

"What....what happened ?" I put my eyes on my left hand that I raise to show her

"The explosion knocked you out when you try to approach the rigged car." She exclaimed with an serious tone before looking at my left hand "Your left hand was severely burned but the doc said that he was able to save it."  The little grin she had on her face disappeared as she looked at me "However, its seems that you will have to keep a mark on it : he said that you can begin to have some troubles sometimes with your hand but it will be minimal."

"And my right eye ?" I said, worried.

"The doc said that you were blinded by the explosion. It will take days for that eye's vision to get back to normal." She then smile "You got lucky to have your left eye closed at the time of the explosion."

"Luck never had something for me." I muttered in a low voice

"Well, there's a beginning for everything." She laughed and I was feeling obliged to do it but I couldn't do it anymore as my fake smile go away and she saw it "What's wrong ?"

"Did.....did the person make it out ?" I asked

"No, why he would be ?" She replied, concerned by it. "Why are you getting worried about that guy by the sudden ?" She added.

"Because he was innocent, Freya !" I almost yelled but my voice preferred to keep it low. "He was an good man."

"That's why you decided to stop him to enter that car ?" She asked, shooking her head while talking. I nodded,

"I tried to save him but then......" Suddenly, the door of the room open brutally, revealing an man, holding an green hood in his right hand. He wasn't looking so happy,

"Hope that you got an explanation, lady." The man said, slamming the door behind him "Ain't gonna like it anyway." He added, sniffing while looking at me.

"Stone, what a surprise !" I tried to joke but I shouldn't try to do that right now.....don't be stupid, Yiri.

"You almost got yourself killed." Stone shouted, getting his hands on the bed "The explosives....."

"I told you to abort the mission but you decided to do it anyway." I almost yelled again, looking at him furiously with my only eye. "You're the one who almost killed me."

"Perseus was clear : that man was supposed to die, end of the story." He reinforced his fists on the bed, looking enraged in the inside.

"And my orders were to stop that operation !" I redressed myself on the bed well, watching to not getting hurt myself. "He was only a good innocent man, damnit."

"Yirina, you should calm yourself down." Freya leaned, putting my hand on my right shoulder.

"I can't." I looked at Freya, clenching my only available fist "I failed to protect someone that didn't deserved to die because of someone so blinded by his ideas."

"Watch your mouth closely, minger !" Stone almost yelled before Freya start to look at him.

"Stone." She looked at him with deadly eyes "Better for you to get out of that room before I start to beat you up." She then pointed the door to him "Don't make me do that because your little SAS training will not help you at all."

He looked at us both for a few seconds before taking a breath. Then, he started to slowly walk in anger towards the door "A fucking 'innocent', my ass." He scoffed before opening the door and walking out and slamming the door loudly, leaving me and Freya alone.

"You shouldn't blame yourself for that, you know ?" She looked back at me, with some pleading eyes.

"I don't know." I started to reply "I can't forgive myself and I can't forget that date now, Freya." I added before she put her both hands around my right one, trying to recomfort myself.

"It's gonna be okay, Yiri." She smiled at me as she decided to get her hand on my left cheek, giving me a small grin on my face,

"I will stay by your side 'i noen anledninger'"

It was my first memory I had back since I returned at Park's side and it was looking so troubling....focused on a operation that didn't end well for me by looking at myself. Having my left hand wrapped in a bandage and losing temporary my right eye's vision wasn't the sign of a operation that went very good. Been days that I didn't have any memories back with Freya inside, I never actually have a simple memory back during my travel inside Poland and it was strange to see her again in my dreams after all these days.

This night, I felt that I had a good sleep and I think that Park's presence helped this night to be perfect for me. When I woke up, I realized that I was under some blankets and I was feeling undressed from some of my clothes. That was weird because I didn't remove a thing from me and....Park wasn't there in the bed with me. I thought that I was going to panick until I found a note on the nightstand explaining to me that it was her who put me well in the bed and get me more comfortable by removing my clothes.

She then finished the note by saying that she was at her desk, working and that she decided to give me some clothes of her for me, guessing that I never had the chances to change clothes in days before letting a little 'love you' at the end of the note. Thanks for it, I could feel more relieved as I thought that I was alone again. I checked the watch still around my left wrist and it was almost soon. At this moment, I could see the burn mark on my left hand on both sides of it. It was minimal like Freya said but still visible after all these years.

I was remembering now why I was hiding my hands with gloves everytime even back in my memories. Once I cleared my mind, I decided to get up from the bed, ready to go join Park at work. I put on the clothes she gave me, giving me a good feeling after spending all my previous days with russian-style clothes on me. At the moment I was finished dressing up, I looked myself in the mirror, I wasn't believing that I was wearing Park's clothes at all but it was so nice....and those clothes, damn.....they have her perfect smell.

I smiled at lot about that and then, I was on my way to leave the dorm of the safehouse, walking to get to the main room of it, taking in my way my backpack. When I step inside of the main room, I breathed by looking around me. Yesterday, I wasn't very focused on the room but more on Park herself and now I was stunned to see that nothing big has changed inside the safehouse except the dashboard.....more filled with intels than before even if the old intels back in the day were removed.

"Yirina." I hear Park from her desk calling me out as I was looking at the dashboard, I smiled when I saw her.

"Hey, Park." I first said before starting to walk at her desk "It's good to see you."

"I know that you will say that." She grinned before pointing to me a chair "Take a seat, I'll give you a coffee and something to eat."

"Park.." I started, taking a seat at the chair she pointed to me "I know where the fridge AND the coffee machine are." I scoffed before she get up from her chair as well, rolling her eyes at me.

"Let me do it." She told me as she started to walk away to get to the fridge to have something for me before she walked to prepare a coffee.

"Thanks....for the clothes." I added to her, loudly

"I thought that you never had the chances to change clothes, it was better for you !" She guessed right....damn it, she see in my head. After at least 30 seconds, she came back at me, giving me an coffee and sort of a cake that I took in hands before she got back to her seat. "So, how was your night ?" She asked, fully seated

"Pretty well." I replied, taking a sip from the coffee "With you at my side, I know that I can sleep well." I added with an big smile

"I can say that it was one of the night I can remember well in three years." She looked at me  with lovely eyes "I missed you so much."

"I'm sorry." I excused myself,getting in a second bad for myself before taking a bit on the cake. "I'm....well, it's not my fault if Adler shot me in the head and left me in a coma but even....I'm sorry." I looked away for just a second when I could feel her hand getting on top of mine

"I'm the one to be sorry, Yirina." She started, biting her lips "I should have never followed Adler into brainwashing you and you need to know that I will do my best to help you....and stay with you."  She grinned a little at me.

"It's okay, I....I thank you for your love for me, I....."

"Yes but I feel that I need more than just giving you love, I want to help you more than that." She cut me straight, still feeling sorry

"You want to help me find out who I am ?" I asked, she nodded

"I'm going to stay by your side at every moment." She repeated again, taking a breath before looking at my backpack I had at my feets "You said that you were writing the memories on a book, right ?" She asked, looking at it

"Oh, yeah." I exclaimed, getting the book out of the bag "Can you give me a pen ? I need to write down something because I had some memories back this night."  She gave me a pen at her side as I started writing down the two memories I had : my.....first kiss with Park and that memory with Freya and that Stone from the SAS. Once I was done, I decided it was better to let her give it a look.

"Thanks." She said as I handed her the book and then, she start to read the multiples memories and I was worried about how she will see me "Zasha Smirnov, you talked of them very good, I see." She gave me a good look before continuing "Freya Helvig.....hmm, I heard of her, NIS agent, right ?"

"Yes, she was my 'sister'" I mimicked with my fingers, meaning that Freya wasn't an real one "Both raised by Perseus himself during our lives." At this, her eyes went wide "He's not my father, I lost....my parents at four years old." I preferred to reassure her as I didn't write down that on the book before I took my records file off the backpack and put it on the desk "Found this at Belikov's place."

"Your file." She put the book down, still open as she take a look at my file "Been 3 years that I didn't see it." She saw my face, thinking that I thought that she always knew of my real name "I never had the chances to come back to Moscow to retrieve this and unfortunately, I forgot this and your name too."

"It's okay." I smiled, drinking my coffee as she focused back on the book, leaving the file back on the desk. For the following moments, I could see a smile on her face, reading the memory of my old life.....until she arrived at the last page I wrote in. "Something's wrong ?" I asked, worried

"No, it's just....seeing that name....Stone." She replied, closing the book slowly, shocked on her face

"You know him ? He was SAS apparently." I added as it was something I didn't mentioned on the book

"No, I heard of him from some of my friends inside the SAS but I don't know him personally." She reassured me as she was looking troubled from it but I prefer to not ask more about it. "That was the last memory you got ?"

"Yes, I could also understand how I got this." I showed the burn mark I had on my left hand "An Perseus operation that has gone bad for me, leaving me with that.....can't remember the date."

"At least, it's a good beginning for you and I hope that I can help further with that." She added, looking at my hand.

"I'm grateful for your help, Park." I smiled at her, giving my sincere thoughts "And since I'm here I will help you too....with Perseus." I looked at the dashboard "It was always my fight : I never believed in Perseus ideas....before and after everything that happened to me."

"Do you think you are ready to get back on working on him ?" She asked me, not sure of her own words, I nodded to her before I could see her looking at a desk next to her....my old desk. "After Solovetsky, I do my best to save your belongings from getting destroyed by the CIA." I do the same as her, looking at my old desk,

"I guess the MI6 had them, right ?" I wondered, she nodded

"Adler and Hudson wanted everything from you to get destroyed but I persuaded them to allow me to keep part of it, everything is now back at the office I had in Century House." She responded before putting her eyes back on me "About Adler, what you will do ?"

"I don't know. Revenge ? Letting him alive ? I'm mixed." It was something preoccupying me since I step inside that safehouse yesterday : What I will going to do with Adler ? "He took me 3 years of my life. I'm 31 years old and still feeling 28."

"He will come back tonight with everyone.....Sims, Woods and maybe Mason." She turned around to look at the garage door "I'm sure you want to confront him like me, I see it in your eyes."

"I need to do this but I will need your help." I breathed, this time, putting my hand on top of hers "Will you help me ?" She nodded,

"Like I said, I will help you to the end, Yirina."  She affirmed before closing her eyes. "Are you sure about fighting Perseus again ?" I nodded, sure of it before she stand up from her chair and then face me, handing her hand over me

"Let's get back to work !"

[nordic-language-love]

Tilfeldige Norske Ord og Uttrykk Random Norwegian Words and Phrases

Just a small collection of words and phrases I’ve recently learnt from various sources. Let me know if there are any mistakes!

å ynde (v1) - å like, å være glad i (to like)

Du ynder å undervurdere meg, jente (You like to underestimate me, girl.)

Jeg ynder alltid å lære nye ting av andre! (I always like learning new things from others!)

det haster (uttrykk, v1) - det må gjøres/trenger oppmerksomhet med en gang (it’s urgent)

Jeg fortalte ham at du er opptatt, men han insisterer det haster. (I told him you’re busy, but he insists it’s urgent)

Jeg har dårlig tid, så hva enn du er i ferd med å si, håper jeg det haster. (I’m in a rush, so whatever you’re about to say, I hope it’s urgent)

tabbe (m) - feil som resultat av dumhet eller tankeløshet (careless/stupid mistake)

Han hadde gjort sin siste tabbe. (He’d made his last mistake)

Tabben kostet laget seieren. (The mistake cost the team the victory)

til tider (uttrykk) - noen ganger (at times)

Hjertet hans hadde til tider vært sterkt nok til å bære dem begge. (His heart had at times been strong enough to carry them both)

De fleste dager har han det bra, men til tider blir sorgen for tungt å bære. (Most days he’s fine, but at times the sorrow can be too much to bear)

å miste forstanden (uttrykk, v1) - å gå fra vettet (to lose one’s mind)

Slik lager du matpakker til barna, uten å miste forstanden. (This is how you make packed lunches for the kids without losing your mind)

Jeg er redd for at jeg mister forstanden. (I’m scared that I’m losing my mind)

å falle i god jord (uttrykk, v2) - å bli gunstig mottatt (to be well-received, to go down well)

Stunten faller ikke i god jord hos overlege. (The stunt didn’t go down well with the GP)

Jeg tror ikke det kommer til å falle i god jord hos huseieren. (I don’t think that’s going to go down well with the landlord)

seiglivet (adj) - vanskelig å drepe eller ta knekken på (tenacious, resilient, persistent)

Det fantes ikke en mer seiglivet familie i hele landet. (There wasn’t a more tenacious family in the entire country)

De håpet de kunne oppklare de seiglivede ryktene om saken på presskonferansen. (They hoped they could clear up the persistent rumours about the case at the press conference)

påviselig (adj) - som lar seg påvise (detectable)

Et stort flertall av de undersøkte fiskene er fri for påviselig plast. (A large majority of the examined fish are free of detectable plastic)

Det var en påviselig økning i blodsukker, men forskerne regnet at det var ubetydelig. (There was a detectable increase in blood glucose, but the scientists calculated it to be insignificant)

nå om dagen (uttrykk) - nå, i disse dager (nowadays)

Nå om dagen er folk flest veldig travle. (Nowadays most people are very busy)

Folk er veldig opptatt av miljøet nå om dagen. (People are very concerned about the environment nowadays)

medgjørlig (adj) - som er lett å ha med å gjøre (compliant)

Han er en svært medgjørlig fyr fordi han er redd for konflikt (He’s a very compliant guy because he’s afraid of conflict)

Du kan vel ikke vente at befolkningen blir medgjørlig! (Surely you can’t be expecting the population to be compliant!)

gjensidig (adj) - som går begge veier, f.eks. en følelse (mutual)

Slapp av - ønsket dere har om å drepe meg er ikke gjensidig (Relax - your desire to kill me isn’t mutual)

Hun var helt knust - hun hadde trodd at følelsen var gjensidig (She was devastated - she’d believed the feeling was mutual)

Vær så snill å fortelle meg om jeg har gjort noen feil!

[mazarin01]

Writing Tag Game!

I was tagged by @lokkanel <3 Thank you so much! 

Tagging: @hakkepippern @anaisanais-stuff @alwaysandeverfics (no pressure at all to join)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

49 fics and a few drabbles. 

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

962056

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kanskje du behøver noen (det gjør i hvert fall jeg) (Rated T, 200K)

Summary:Isak (29) eier en liten nærbutikk (arvet av sin morfar), lokalisert i et lite tettsted 20 minutter sør for Kristiansand.

Even (31) har nettopp forlatt et turbulent liv i Oslo og flyttet inn et lite hus i nærheten av der Isak jobber og bor. Et hus han har arvet etter en ukjent grandtante.

En sommerkveld møtes de....

En sang fra den andre siden (Rated M, 222K)

Isak (16) har erkjent for seg selv at han liker gutter, men det er ingen som vet om akkurat det. Even (18), ny på Nissen, er åpent panseksuell og bipolar. Isak oppdager Even og forelsker seg umiddelbart. En brutal situasjon fører til deres første møte. På fest like etterpå kysser de for første gang og reisen ut av skapet har startet for Isak - heldigvis med Even ved sin side.

The Way You Look At Me (Rated E, 12,2K)

“I wouldn’t fuck with you,” Isak replies in all earnesty. “I’d fuck you though.” The words unintentionally leaves his mouth and the world's fastest blush emerge, covering his entire face.

“What?” Even sounds seriously surprised. His hand is still on Isak’s knee and his hand feels just as heavy.

“Eh- did I say that out loud?” Isak says with a voice barely audible.

“You did,” Even replies, voice equally low.

Isak (23) hooks up with Even (25) at a party where they both are forced to be at.

A hook up with a twist ;-)

Blond Elvis (Rated M, 71,2K)

“I need him in my life,” Isak stated.

“Who? That guy?” Jonas asked.

“Yes! Did you see his eyes?” A sigh escaped Isak’s mouth as he stared in the direction of Even, who now had walked over to some guy smoking. “And those cheekbones. And the hair.”

“We’ve already commented on the fluffy hair.” Jonas chuckled.

“He’s like a blond Elvis.”

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A story about Isak and Even, set in Oslo / Hartvig Nissen, where they find each other and rescue each other.

Bak hver gråtende sky skinner sola (Rated M, 29,6K)

Møt Isak 19 år. En angstfylt gutt (sliter med small-talk, stamming, angstanfall og ofte føler seg sosialt utilpass blant folk han ikke kjenner så godt) som kom ut som homofil for et halvt år siden.

Isak har nettopp flyttet til Bergen for å studere biologi, skal bo på hybelhus med tre andre og dele bad med en gutt...

Følg Isaks første uke (ish) i Bergen.

4. Do you respond to comments?

Yes.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t write angsty endings. 

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

All my fics have a happy ending. EVAK is always endgame in my fics. 

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope.

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

I do, but not that often. I have a hard time writing it. It’s like one sentence per 15 minutes or so. Haha. But there is a few E rated smut fics and some fics with a little smut inside. 

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. 

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. 

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

Nope.

13. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

My only WIP on AO3: Boys of Summer would be nice to finish. 

15. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have no skill in limiting myself wordwise. I use too many words to say something that surely can be said with a lot fewer words. 

16. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I prefer the dialogue to be in the same language as the rest of the fic. 

17. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

SKAM (first and only)

18. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

1989

Året er 1989 og det er fredag kveld. Even (17 år) skal ringe Isak (15 år) og spørre om han vil se på film med han. Det er bare et problem, fasttelefonen har plutselig ingen summetone…

[makokoblogs]

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✦ FEATURING ✦

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CLATS

FOR JOINING ME IN THIS SUMMER SHOOT! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!

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