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Be cruel to your characters.

Let bad things happen to good people. Let your characters try and fail. And try again. And fail again. Let them be betrayed in the worst possible way. Let them betray others because they have no choice. Force them into situations that make them uncomfortable. Force them to argue or fight or bargain their way out. Drive them to the brink of insanity. Push them over the edge. Take everything away from them. Let them realize what they’ve lost.

Be kind to your characters.

Let faith and perseverance win out. Let love be enough. Let the Sun dry up the rain. Give them friends who will never leave. Let someone save them before the axe falls. Acquit them of false accusations. Give them the strength to stand up again. And again. When they’ve lost hope, give them something to believe in. Remind them there’s good in the world. Remind them there’s good in them, too. Surprise them. Make them laugh until they cry. Teach them that they can’t be broken.

Most importantly: balance.

Even the darkest tragedy has its moments of light; if your reader has no hope that things will get better, if your character doesn’t learn or become stronger for their suffering, the story becomes meaningless pain. Likewise, not only is it unrealistic for a character to go through life never encountering conflict or sadness, it’s boring. Not every conflict has to be life-or-death in order to be meaningful. Give your characters and your plots high points and lows; just make it real for them.

“Okay, this time! This time for sure I’m gonna get through this thing!” 
“You’ve said that the last… what, six times?”
“Shush! I’m actually serious this time!” 
“You said that the last three times, too.” 
“Look, it’s not my fault that these stupid, stupid lasers are a complete pain in the a—” 
“I told you, they follow the same pattern each time. You just need to memorize them.”
have memorized them! See! I got thi— AAAAAAAAAARRRHGGGJJGJIHHAHH”

In which Moon is playing Quickman’s stage from Megaman 2. 

Sunshine - Richie Tozier

Originally posted by mikestranger

word count: 11,179 
warnings: swearing, torture (sorta?), feels, pretty ffckin angsty 

[prompt 21: love is recognizing the value of the other person, and telling them  ]

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- Carrots: Vitamin A helps to prevent sun damage, dry skin, dry hair and helps your body to absorb iron which is good for the skin, too. 

- Walnuts: Biotin keeps your skin, hair and nails healthy and helps your skin to heal faster from injuries, Vitamin E protects your skin because of its antioxidative effect and may even help with neurodermitis, Omega 3s helps your body to keep your skin hydrated. 

- Water: Keeps your skin moisturized from the inside and naturally prevents dry skin,it also keeps your skin elastic and helps to transport vitamins to every skin cell 

- Spinach: Vitamin A and Biotin (see above). 

There’s something pulling us together and I can’t put my finger on it like how I could when you dragged me by the hands out onto those lost, lost streets from when we first met. Everybody laughs, it can’t be your laugh, can it? We all have a story as old as pain, some lovers change us into an ending that we’ll always smile at, but can’t watch or finish reading– you don’t know the things that you do to me. Maybe in some ways, you barely know yourself. Having lived in your skin for that long, having to see through your eyes for years. You may never know how I see you, how I feel you, but we’re never together. Lost, lost like how I get when we’re sitting besides one another, this chapter doesn’t end well for us. I blow out the candles and pray the stars don’t show your signature, the moon is heavy when the sun is dry. I never knew love until I met love, I didn’t know that you could be this sweet. We live this life and never think, we feel our ways into our next mistake, we blindingly accept our love that wasn’t meant to be and yes, why yes, of course it’s okay to stay sober. When the tea is calm, when the world stops spinning and when my thoughts sleep, rest doesn’t come easy when you’re running through each memory trying to make me remember you. It doesn’t get easier than this, but it’s also difficult. You live life and never expect dreams to become real, it’s nice to say that I’ve had a dream about you, but it ends with us letting go. I could talk to you for hours, I should have talked to you for hours, I would’ve talked to you for hours… but it’s not right and it’s like a rose that wasn’t supposed to grow in a garden that’s so far from home. I didn’t know a thing about love until I met you on those lost, lost streets. Maybe it’s better this way. To remember you as this. Beautiful, beautiful. Maybe it’s like a scratched cd. I’ll loop your smile into my memories. I’ll play you everyday. You’re my favorite song, but even songs must stop end when the beat stops. You’re my favorite everything, gravity doesn’t know how you do it, but you’re always pulling me back to you. I can love you, I love you, but that’s all that we’ll ever be. That’s it though, isn’t it? Knowing that I love you now. Right at this second, even if we’re gone in the future. Now, this moment. It’s all that I am. We may change, we may be different, but as long as I love you now… the search for who will be on those lost, lost streets, it’ll always be us to me.
—  scratched cd hearts without a beat

anonymous asked:

what placement/signs indicate humor, or what type of humor you will have? if there is any

typically, mercury or 3rd house is the first place to look. and aspects to mercury. but mars, venus, and jupiter are also places to look for humor, and laughter in general! as for types of humor..

sarcasm/dry humor

-sun, moon, rising, venus, mercury, or mars in taurus, gemini, cancer, virgo, scorpio, capricorn
-scorpio/capricorn or pluto or saturn in 3rd house
-mercury in 8th house
-scorpio, capricorn, water, earth, pluto, or saturn dominant
-mercury/pluto aspects, mars/pluto aspects, mercury/saturn aspects, mars/saturn aspects

witty humor

-sun, moon, rising, mercury, or mars in gemini, virgo, libra, aquarius
-mercury in 3rd, mars in 3rd, mercury in 11th
-gemini, virgo, libra, or aquarius in 3rd house
-mercury dominant
-mercury/rising aspects, mercury/mars aspects, mercury/jupiter aspects, mercury/uranus aspects, uranus/sun aspects

slapstick/physical humor

-sun, moon, rising, mercury, or mars in aries, taurus, leo, sagittarius, pisces
-mars in 3rd, mercury in 5th, saturn in 3rd
-fire signs in 3rd or 5th house
-mars dominant
-mars/rising aspect, mars/sun aspect, mars/uranus aspect


-sun, moon, rising, mercury, or mars in aries, gemini, cancer, virgo, libra, sagittarius, aquarius, pisces
-pluto or saturn in 3rd
-mercury in 8th or 12th
-jupiter/pluto aspects, mercury/pluto aspects, moon/pluto aspects, moon/saturn aspects

your other placements can influence these and just because you have these placements, it doesn’t mean you will absolutely have this humor, it’s more of an indication. and these aren’t all of the types of humor, obviously, so if you want me to do another one, please let me know!

- “Here he was again, getting beaten up ruthlessly. It became almost a daily routine so there was nothing new. “Three, four, five..” punches meeting his face, his gut. He counted, but he always lost his track around thirty, because his mind couldn’t cooperate anymore. He was weak - he thought. “A weak little filthy shit born to be beaten up” - exactly how the bullies liked to called him. They dragged him to the new place today. It was unfamiliar, but did it even matter? “Twenty, twenty one, twenty two..” He was always bullied, but it was never this extreme. This all started after his parents died in a horrible accident. No guardians meant green light to the bullies so they took the chance. “Twenty seven, twenty eight, tw- HEY!’ - He heard a yell from the distance. The punch didn’t meet his face. His eyes were closed so the only thing he could hear, was the bullies running away. He was on the ground, feeling how the warmth of the sun was drying the blood on his skin, but suddenly there was a shadow over his eyes. He opened them slowly and was met with the unfamiliar silhouette of a guy. Who is he? Is he the one who yelled before? Did he make the bullies run away? Is he so scary? Hoseok had many questions and the guy’s expressionless face wasn’t helping him, but there was something. Something this guy wanted? It’s been five minutes since he’s been standing there. What is he waiting for? Hoseok swallowed blood in his mouth and reached out his hand “P-please..” He mumbled. Wait what? What the hell was that? Why did he do that?! What is he even asking for? To be saved? To be taken home? Or maybe.. to finally be able to rest.. But he couldn’t panic more, because his vision got blurred and black. The next thing he remembered was being carried somewhere. He woke up in the unfamiliar room, on the unfamiliar bed with unfamiliar clothes on, but at least he was still alive so it couldn’t be that bad, right?”- 

Gang AU - How Hoseok met Yoongi ~ 

anonymous asked:

For Shiro prompts: Uliro & some sort of culture shock scenario!

I went more for culture confusion haha. BUT THANK YOU I WANTED A ULIRO PROMPT. 

The lake shimmered, speckles of light catching and twisting in the air. It was an alarming shade of pink, but the rest of the Paladins had stumbled into the waters without a care. Well, Keith hadn’t, but Hunk had just picked him up and carried him into the water anyway. The furious howl turned to snickering giggles as the four Paladins tackled and subsequently tried to drown each other in the lake.

Shiro eyed them all for a moment before rolling over onto his stomach, squirming happily as the sun sizzled down his spine. The breeze was heavy enough to maintain a relatively cool temperature. The umbrella beside him shaded the soles of his feet; his metal arm was tucked under a cool towel, hidden from the prickling rays of the sun. Shiro yawned, closing his eyes. Beyond, he could make out the quiet chatter of Allura and Coran, the shriek as Pidge was hefted up and likely thrown into the lake, Lance’s proclamation that no one could dunk him, and Hunk and Keith’s rebuttal that he was going down.

It was – nice.

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  • Scout Aesthetics: Fresh laundry. Hot dogs for dinner. Cold pizza for breakfast. A really good haircut. A joke so funny that you cry. New shoes. The CRACK! of a baseball on a wooden bat. FOMO. Peppermint chewing gum. Runner's high. Your first crush.
  • Soldier Aesthetics: Pine trees. Cold dew on a summer morning. MRE's that don't taste like paper pulp. Cornfields as far as the eye can see. Screaming at the sky late at night. Turkey with stuffing. White bread in a plastic sleeve. Getting gum on your shoes.
  • Pyro Aesthetics: Scented candles and burnt popcorn. Fresh-cut daisies. Drawing with charcoal. Sun bleached bones. The smell of gasoline. Gel pens. Your favorite animated movie. The scapegoat. Not caring at all.
  • Demoman Aesthetics: Butterscotch and sulfur. Rolling meadows of grass. Sand in your shoes. Fried fish in a greasy newspaper. Fireworks on a warm summer evening. Wool turtleneck sweaters. Being double-dog-dared to swim in the lake during winter. The best hole-in-the-wall pub in the world.
  • Heavy Aesthetics: Dusty old books. Creaking floorboards. Fresh winter snow. A really good sandwich. Finding a new favorite novel. A handmade scarf. Getting a good grade on an assignment. First editions. Going to the natural history museum. Firmly believing why you were put on this earth.
  • Engineer Aesthetics: Breakfast foods. Campfires. The satisfying clicking of clockwork machinery. Reading bedtime stories aloud. T-shirts with math jokes on them. Tuning a guitar. Petting zoos. Knowing your limits. Learning about something that makes you really happy. A cool looking rock.
  • Medic Aesthetics: Antiseptic. Down comforters. Really round fluffy birds. Bad puns. Doing things because you can. Hot tea. Waking up before the sun does. Whistling. Dry cleaning. Fun facts about animals. Really strange nonfiction books. Windy winter days.
  • Sniper Aesthetics: Dirt and black coffee. Climbing a tree. People watching. Road trips. Going to bed and realizing you haven't spoken to anyone all day. Fairy bread. Getting caught in the rain. Really cool scars. Having a story for everything. Polarized lenses.
  • Spy Aesthetic: Vermouth and tobacco. Minimalist cuff links. Playing cards. Hair pomade. Silk ties. Your first love. A passing feeling of emptiness. Heels clicking on polished floors. Crusty dinner rolls with soft warm bread on the inside.
  • Pauling Aesthetics: Lavender hand soap. Gunpowder. Lilac polo shirts. Worn black denim. Staying up late and watching the home shopping channel because you can't sleep. Beat-up firearms catalogs. Telling your mother to return your birthday gift because your workplace has strict dress codes regarding clothing colors, even though you desperately need that new skirt. Finding drawings from when you were a child. Soft wool cardigans. Shiny silver knives. Yogurt with fruit. Hating and loving your job at the same time.
Quiet || R. T

Request: could you do a Richie Tozier x Reader where the reader is really quiet and kind and they’re all making comments on how she ended up with richie and he’s like “yeah she’s so quiet until you’re alone with her?” kinda thing please!

Characters: Reader x Richie Tozier


Word count: 643

Warning: none

You sat next to Richie as he cracked jokes with the rest of the losers club at lunch. You silently snack on your food and sometimes Richie would put his arm around you. It was just a normal day for you. You never were on to say much because it seemed like no one cared when you did, except for Richie that was. You used to always be alone but at the end of sophomore year Richie took an interest in you and annoyed you to the point where you literally had to talk to get him to go away. It felt like once you started talking to him you couldn’t stop.

That was a whole year ago and you couldn’t be happier than you were now. You had Richie and his friends and that was all you needed. You felt his arm suddenly get a little tighter around your waist so you brought your eyes up to look at him. “Hmmm?” you furrowed your eyebrows. “Do you want to go swimming with us later?” you nodding and looked back down at your tray. “Yeah, She’ll come.” Richie said to who you assumed to be Bill.

Richie and you were going to meet the rest of the club at the lake so you could go home and “tell your parents you were going”, in reality you just wanted to get some snacks and have some time with Richie. “Today I was looking out the windows and I saw Henry trip on a stick and fall flat on his face.” You told Richie while holding his hand. Richie laughed, “what a loser.” “you know yesterday, he tried to talk to me and I spit in that rat face of his.” “no way! That mullet headed asshole. I’ll show him.” “oh yeah, sure you will.” you smiled and opened the door to your house.

 Your parents weren’t home from work yet so you went straight to your room and grabbed a piece of paper. “Should I say I’m sleeping over at Beverly’s tonight?” “just put Molly Ringwald and see if they notice. You laugh and give him a quick kiss before scribbling down and note. You grabbed a dress and some sunglasses. You slipped them on and turned around making a small pose for Richie. “How do I look?” he smiles and grabs your waist pulling you to him, “Hot like always babe.” you kiss him and he almost immediately made the kiss deeper.

 “Richie,” you laughed pulling away, “we’re supposed to met your friends.” he frowned “Those lameasses can wait.” you shook your head and pried yourself from his grasp. You took his hand and led him downstairs, leaving the note on the counter, and locking the door behind you.

Everyone was already in the water by the time you guys got there so you both jumped in and joined the splashing fun. After swinging until around six o’clock you all went back to the top of the rocks and just stayed in the sun to dry. You and Beverly laid on towels, out of earshot as the boys all sat and stared at the two of you, that was until Richie realized some of them were staring at you. “Hey!” he hit Eddie on the chest to break him out of his day dream.

 “Oh, sorry man” Eddie cracked a small smile and Richie just glared. “How’d you end up with her anyway.” Stan asked, Richie shrugged, “I liked her, she liked me. she has a good eye if you know what i mean.” Stan rolled his eyes. “No, s-seriously, She d-doesn’t even t-talk and that’s A-all you d-d-do.”  Bill added. Richie felt almost offended. “Yeah well she’s not so quiet when you’re alone with her.”he cracked a smile. And so did Stan and Bill. “Richie, you’re such an-idiot.”

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff


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tv meme: [8/70] relationshipsHaley James & Nathan Scott (One Tree Hill)

Someday, this beach might wash away. The oceans may dry, The sun could dim. But on that day, I’ll still be loving you. Always and forever. I promise you, Haley. //  Nathan, it’s been said that there’s one word that will free us from the weight and the pain of life, and that word is love. And I believe that. That doesn’t mean that it hasn’t been hard or that it won’t be. It just means that I found a stillness and a bravery in myself with you. You make me brave, and I will love you until the end of time.

The only one, part 2 (Ivar the Boneless x Reader)

Warnings : Just like part 1, it’s a bit sad at some point. Fluff.  
Word count: 5189, wow. Get some coffe, settle down and enjoy.

I am going to tag those who commented/reblogged part one + my taglist (don’t worry, it’s just for this fic):

@rachiieee @violetsonthelam @fl0wsb0thways @sconniebelle @dangerousvikings @nothingbuthappydays @lordavanti @dani-si @bitchccraft @kirah34 @ivartrash @ivars-heathen @thinemineours @taintedlittlesweetpea @lupy22 @melkorsbitch @favritts2 @hiding-in-the-backgroundx-x @imyourliquor-youremypoison @actuallyivar @kolvanismirk @cerdiwenofwales @ivarthefuckboy @uselesslyromantic @kduran04 @rrwilson66 @skadithegoddess @ivarbarnes @just-another-fangirl7 @neverlands-little-lost-girl

(Sorry for those who I can’t tag, I don’t know why it won’t work)

Originally posted by luke-vaughn

A/N: The only one was supposed to be a one-shot; but a lot of you enjoyed it and requested a part two. So who am I to deny it, huh? I am going to be honest though, I am not 100% satisfied with how it ended… I personally would have preferred for it to end differently; but you guys wanted to be like this so I obliged. I hope you like it!

Part One.

You can read my Alex imagines here and here. And my other Ivar imagine here.

Your lungs filled with thick cold air as you inhaled slowly through your mouth, your throat sore and dry. The sun high up in the sky blurred your vision as you blinked your tired eyes open, making you groan and bring your arm up to protect yourself from the irritating light. You could hear men talking and rummaging around you; but your fatigued mind did not let you make out the words they were saying – it was all just noise.

The surface you were lying on scratched at your back as you shuffled around, making you hiss in pain as your tunic caught in your wound. A sob ripped through your chest as you tried moving again, this time managing to put yourself into a sitting position, your back against the wooden surface. Taking in your surroundings, you only now realised you were on one of Floki’s boats.

Closing your eyes again and rolling your head back, you took in a deep breath. The familiar sound of waves hitting the boat’s wooden hull was like music to your ears and immediately put you at ease, the slow movement of the boat calming your nerves. You were going home. It was over.

But it made you wonder… How long have you been unconscious? How did things end? How is everyone? A low chuckle reached your ears as the last question crossed your mind; making all your worries vanish at once. A small smile taking over your tired features, you opened your eyes again and was met with baby-blue ones starring down at you. He was standing with the help of his crutches – looking so strong and intimidating like this.

His intense gaze made you blush, your cheeks turning a pale shade of red as you averted your eyes from him, focusing on your hands that rested in your lap instead. You played with the fur covering your legs; your fingers looked thinner and hurt as you moved them due to the wintry weather.

Carefully pushing himself down, Ivar sat next to you, his crutches abandoned on the side. He took your fragile hands in his bigger and warmer ones, caressing your knuckles with his thumbs. Heat spread through your whole body immediately and you let out a long, shaky breath; a small cloud of steam forming around you as you exhaled. The boy chuckled again as he watched you. Even this worn out, weak and hurt you were the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

His gaze dropped down to your side, locking on the blood stain that decorated your tunic and his stomach knotted with worry. The cloth stuck to your body as some blood still oozed out of the cut. It was nothing compared to a couple weeks ago, though. The essential oils and herbs the healer has been putting on it helped to ease the pain and stop the bleeding.

You had given him the scare of his life – he was so close to losing you forever. Never being able to see you again, hold you again… The blue-eyed boy shook his head as if to get rid of these thoughts; you were here and you were safe. Sure, your wound needed treatment and time to cure but he had faith in the healer and knew you’d be back on your feet in no time.

“You must be thirsty.” Ivar said and you nodded slowly. Your chapped lips and dry throat craved for water; just as much as your stomach craved for food. As if on cue, your belly growled – the sound so loud and not very human like, it caught you off guard. Ivar’s soft lips curved into a smile once more as he reached behind him, taking a cup in his hand then bringing it to your mouth.

Usually you would have protested and mock him even, snatching the cup from him. But you knew your body was frail and you needed assistance, so you let him guide the cup to your lips without protest. You almost moaned out loud when the water touched your tongue; eagerly opening your mouth wider so you could drink faster, causing some of it to spill and run down your neck. You could feel the drink flow down your throat, all the way down to your stomach. It was a strange but pleasant feeling. All too soon the water was gone, and you asked for a refill. Ivar obliged, repeating the process until you were satisfied. He handed you a piece of bread then, setting on your right and letting you eat in peace while he just watched. It was hard as a rock, old and didn’t have much taste but was more than enough to deal with your hunger.

“How long?” You asked shorty once you swallowed the last bite, not trusting your voice to form a longer sentence. It was raspy and quiet but you knew he heard you; he was sitting so close to you – your arms and legs touching, his body heat radiating and warming you up, his smell taking over your senses.

“You’ve been in and out of it for almost three weeks.” He mumbled, his blue eyes meeting yours once more. They were filled with worry but you could see the relief in them too. Three weeks. So many things must have happened. Men must have died, decisions have been taken – and you couldn’t help with any of it. You were useless, a burden. Scrunching your eyebrows together, you bowed your head in shame; guilt taking over you. Ivar seemed to notice that as he took hold of your hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and he frowned, confusion written over his beautiful face. To say that you felt bad would be an understatement. You felt terrible; you felt as if you’ve failed them all, disappointed them all. You followed Ivar to England to help him; not to get hurt and be a burden to everyone. They should have left you on the battlefield. They should have let you bleed to death. Your mind went dizzy with all these thoughts; culpability eating you alive. Your breath quickened and your palms felt sweaty, the thumping in your ears growing louder.

“Y/N.” Ivar’s voice was soft as he called your name, his fingers tapping on your chin to get your attention. “It’s not your fault, love.” There it was again, that word. It’s crazy, the effect it had on you when it came from him. It instantly calmed your nerves, your breathing slowing down to its normal pace as you made eye contact again.

His eyes were your safe place and you couldn’t help but get a little dreamy while starring into them, forgetting it wasn’t just the two of you but that there were men surrounding you both. Bringing your trembling hand up to cup his cheek, you rested it there, just enjoying having him so close to you again. His lips brushed against your fingers, kissing every single one of them before he rubbed his cheek into your small hand, closing his eyes as he breathed out slowly, enjoying the peaceful moment.

But it was short-lived as someone cleared their throat, interrupting the moment rudely. Ivar opened his eyes and rolled them exaggeratedly before turning around, his eyes sending draggers at whoever disturbed you. You looked up as well, your eyes finding a young brunette girl standing nearby, a bowl filled with what looked like ointment in one hand and a cloth in the other. You could tell she was uncomfortable standing here, her wide eyes moving from Ivar to you, then to him again. She went to say something, her lips parting a bit, but was cut off short by the crippled boy.

“I’ll do it.” He said simply, mentioning for her to place the things next to him. She gulped loudly but did as she was told, rushing away as quickly as she could once the bowl and cloth were set on a little wooden surface on Ivar’s right. “Here, lift your tunic.” He said as he set the bowl in his lap, taking some of the ointment with his fingers.  

Groaning, your fingers gripped at the fabric, slowly pushing it up and revealing your side. It stung as you tore off your tunic that was almost glued to your skin, a few droplets of blood dripping from the open wound. It did not look too bad, you thought. The skin around it was red and swollen, but the cut itself wasn’t too deep nor infected. Sure, it wasn’t a pretty sight but you’ve seen worse.

You sighed in relief and clenched your wrists around the fabric, bringing it up just underneath your breasts to leave Ivar enough space. With a short nod you reassured him you were ready and the prince went to work. The ointment felt cool against your burning skin, soothing the pain. The smell of hvönn filled your nostrils and it somehow helped you calm down, letting your body rest against the wood. You watched in awe as Ivar spread the greenish substance over your side; his brows furrowed in focus and his tongue pocking out of his mouth, wetting his lips. He must have been the one to do it when you were unconscious. The thought made you smile; the fact that he took care of you himself instead of letting a thrall do it warmed your heart and brought another rush of heat to your cheeks.  

You did not take your eyes off of him until he was done, placing the new cloth on the wound before pulling your tunic back over it. A light blush crept onto his neck when he caught you watching him, which drew a quiet giggle out of you.

“You should rest, Y/N. We’ll be home soon.” He said softly, crawling closer to you, his face only inches away from yours. You were going to protest, say that you’ve been asleep for almost three weeks but your body seemed to agree with the young prince, as a yawn escaped you. “Get some sleep, I’ll be right there when you wake up.” He promised and placed a kiss on your forehead, brushing your hair away from your face with his calloused fingers. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you moved your head up and down, agreeing with his proposition. Your eyelids felt heavy as you rested your head on his shoulder once he had settled back down next to you, his hand gripping yours once more. You knew it would only take a few minutes for you to fall asleep again, but you did not mind as you knew he would be there when you wake up again.

Only he wasn’t. When you opened your eyes again you were met with darkness and silence. You weren’t on the boat anymore. You were in a bed, covered with two thick furs that smelled like home. It was your bed, you realised.

Sitting up abruptly, you whined as a wave of pain shot through your entire body, urgently placing a hand on your pulsing side in an attempt to sooth it. It did not work, however, and you groaned again. You decided to ignore the ache and let your eyes scan the room you were in. It was dark as the curtains were closed, but you could tell it was your cabin. You were finally home.

Laying back down carefully, you puffed, your head resting on your soft pillow. You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face. Bringing your hands up, you covered your eyes and let out a short breathy laugh. You were finally home. After all those long months, all those days spend in the chilly English air, you were eventually back in your warm little cabin.

Nothing has changed here, which reassured you; it meant no one came here during your absence. Well nothing expect for the basket of fresh fruits and the pitcher filled with what you hoped to be water that stood on the crafted table near your bed you have noticed only now.

Grabbing an apple from the basket, you took a bite out of it. Chewing it slowly you enjoyed the sweet taste of the juicy fruit, swallowing it quickly before taking another bite. Your mind went to Ivar as you laid alone in your bed. Where was he? He promised he’d be there. You brushed it off thought, he was a prince of Kattegat, after all. Surely he had important meetings to attend to; serious matters to discuss after such a raid. You believed he would pay you a visit soon.

But as days passed, Ivar had yet to show up. You were worried at first; concerned that something might have happened to him, that maybe he was hurt. But the thrall that was assigned to look after you while your wound was still curing told you that Ivar was in fact feeling well, living with his soon-to-be wife in their new home in the woods.

It felt as if the world stopped spinning right then, as if your heart stopped beating. You did not know how to deal with the fact that the man you loved left you, again, for the exact same reason.

You’d cry yourself to sleep every night since, your mind constantly filled with images of him, images of the two of you together. But they were soon replaced by images of him with the blonde princess. You learnt that Sohvi was her name. It was a beautiful name, you had to admit. A beautiful woman with a beautiful name.

You did not understand why he has done this. Why did he make promises if he knew he wasn’t going to keep them? He had promised you things back in England; admitted his feelings and swore you two would be together. Your heart was in constant pain and your mind uncertain, confused. Didn’t he love you, after all? Did he change his mind when he saw her again? Did he think you were going to die, so he decided to stay with her?

These questions hunted you for weeks. Weeks that you’ve spent alone in your little cabin. Hvitserk and Ubbe would visit you from time to time, bringing you some food and just keeping you company. You were very thankful for that; you might have gone crazy if it weren’t for them. Both Ragnarssons avoided the subject of the crippled prince, though; but you knew they knew. You could see it in their eyes; they would exchange knowing looks when you brought up his name.

And it confused you even more to know that Ivar has finally let his brothers know about the two of you, yet decided to marry someone else.

“Gods, what happened to you?” You gasped as Ubbe entered your hut, standing up from your bed quickly and walking over to him. You’ve been feeling much better the last couple of days, finally being able to get up without being in too much pain. Ubbe’s face was covered in mud, leaves stuck in his hair, his clothes ripped – he seemed defeated and exhausted, yet he managed to send a smile your way, showing you his white teeth.

“I was training with Hvitserk and Ivar.” He said, walking past you and towards your table, placing the meat and vegetables he has brought for you on it. “And I lost.” He shrugged, turning around to face you. You nodded at his words, trying hard to ignore the sensation in your belly at the mention of the youngest brother. You missed him dearly. Your feet carried you back to your bed, your head hanging low as you walked.

Silence fell over the two of you, the tension in the air growing thicker. You had thought a lot since the last time he had visited you and you had a lot of questions to ask, all of them about Ivar, but you didn’t know where to start. Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you started biting at your nails nervously, your eyes focused on the dirty floor. You should clean up a little bit next time.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the room, growing closer and closer to you and soon enough you felt the bed dip next to you under Ubbe’s weight as he sat down. He threw his legs in front of him, his heels hitting the floor with a loud thump. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move and trying to read your body language.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” He asked, confused by the change in your attitude. You seemed just fine when he barged in but then closed off when he mentioned… His eyes widened as he realised his mistake, sighing and shaking his head, disappointed by himself. Things were going so well until now; not once has he brought Ivar up in a conversation. But in a moment of inattention he has ruined everything.

“How is he?” You voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as you spoke. Turning to face him, you were met with a very perturbed Ubbe. He blinked rapidly as his mouth opened and closed a few times, searching for the right words.

“Who?” Was the only thing that came to his mind. He mentally cursed himself at how stupid it sounded but decided to go with it, furrowing his brows slightly as if he truly had no clue who you were asking about.

“You know very well, Ubbe.” Your eyes rolled on themselves, you were clearly annoyed by him already. “Ivar.” The Viking sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Seeing as he was not going to talk, you continued, pushing him on. “Why hasn’t he come to visit?” You felt your heart pinch and your voice cracked at the last word, Ubbe’s eyes immediately turning to you.

“He’s been… busy.” He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. Busy? He was too busy to come and see you?

“Oh…” You could tell he was feeling uncomfortable; playing with his hands to distract himself, avoiding your gaze. But you needed answers, and you needed them now. “Busy with what?” You dared to ask, looking up at him expectantly with big eyes. Ubbe groaned and cursed under his breath. What was the point in lying to you, anyway? You were going to learn it sooner or later, might as well hear it from him.

“Wedding preparations.” His eyes were filled with pity, just as much as the small smile he gave you. Ivar was getting married. It was official. And as if that wasn’t enough, the blonde man continued. “It’s taking place tomorrow morning at the Great hall.” Your stomach dropped at that, you felt as if all air left your lungs at once. Tomorrow? You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Tears gathered in your eyes and soon enough they were freely running down your cheeks. You couldn’t even control it nor stop it, what was the point anyway?

The sob that ripped through your chest startled Ubbe but he quickly recovered and scooped over to you, throwing his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. His large hands ran up and down your back in a comforting manner as you cried your eyes out, your small hands fisting at his tunic.

You did not understand why your body reacted like this. You knew Ivar was getting married, the thrall had told you. But it seemed so much more real coming from his brother’s mouth. And it hurt even more than the first time. You still had hope that the youngest prince of Kattegat was going to show up at your door; but now your dreams were crushed. You had no hope to hold onto anymore.

Rocking your fragile body back and forth, the older Ragnarsson sighed. He hated seeing you like this; so broken and sad – all because of his stupid little brother. It was no secret to anyone in Kattegat that you were dear to all of the sons of Ragnar, having grown up with them. You were like a sister to all of them; all of them but Ivar.

Although you had kept your relationship a secret, Ubbe knew there was something going on between his crippled brother and yourself. The way Ivar looked at you, the way he acted around you – so unlike himself, did not go unnoticed by the Viking. It was pretty obvious to him that there was something there. He wasn’t sure if it was love, or if it was just physical, but there was something.

So when his younger brother admitted having had a relationship with you before sailing off to England and wishing to get back to you instead of marrying Sohvi, he was far from surprised. He encouraged the idea and even helped his younger brother winning you over again.  

But Ivar the Boneless was a strange individual whom Ubbe often had troubles understanding. Bewilderment and annoyance was all he felt when Ivar announced that the wedding was taking place, after all. He had tried talking him out of it, tried to understand what went through his little brother’s mind but to no avail, as the dark-haired boy would always bluntly tell him off, claiming it was none of his business.

Ubbe stayed until you had no more strength, no more tears to shed. He tucked you into your bed after taking a look at your wound which to his relief was almost all gone, wrapping the soft furs around you.

Glancing at you once more he took in your puffy red cheeks and messy hair. Ubbe let out a slow breath before leaving your hut, closing the door behind him carefully as to not wake you up. He could only hope you’ll get better soon; you were worth so much more than the idiot that he called his brother.

It was a beautiful day – the sun was shining up in the cloudless sky, the air warm but not unbearably hot. A perfect day for a perfect wedding.

When you walked into the Great hall, everyone was already there, waiting for the ceremony to begin. It was the event of the year, after all. A son of Ragnar getting married.

Your eyes caught Ubbe’s as you made your way to the back of the room. Yes, you decided to attend to the wedding even though you hadn’t been officially invited, but you weren’t going to stand at the front between the Ragnarssons. That would have been too much for you to handle. You nodded at him from where you were standing, acknowledging him and his brothers. You could see in his eyes that he did not know how to react, so you gave him the warmest smile you could manage, trying to reassure him, and yourself on the same occasion.

Taking in your surroundings, you noticed how the place has been decorated. Little red and yellow flowers and candles everywhere, multiple furs covering the benches, gold decorating the tables.

Your breath hitched in your throat as the main door opened, the heavy wood slamming against the walls. You did not have to turn around to know that it was him, and you knew he was using his crutches for you could hear them clicking against the hard floor, dragging his feet behind.

Not daring to turn around, you waited for Ivar to make his way to the front. Only then you saw him. And Gods, was he a sight to behold. His dark hair braided tightly made him look irresistible, his unusually clean clothes accentuating his frame perfectly. He looked incredible and you couldn’t help but to envy his soon-to-be wife.

You were glad he did not turn around for you did not know how you’d have reacted if he saw you. You did not come here to ruin the wedding; you came because it was an important day for Ivar. And even though you weren’t the one he was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with; you felt the need to be there.

Shouts and whistles coming from the crowd brought you back from your thoughts. Turning around you immediately understood why. In walked Sohvi, wearing a splendid red dress, a flower crown matching the ones decorating the place resting at the top of her head. Her long blonde hair was braided as well, a few lose strands falling at the sides of her face. Your heart felt heavy in your ribcage as it started beating faster. She looked gorgeous, and it made you regret coming here.

Your eyes followed her body as she walked to the front; standing next to Ivar. And that’s when the inevitable happened – he had noticed you. Your cheeks turned crimson red instantly, your palms growing sweaty. This was a really bad idea. Ivar’s blue eyes were focused on you as he totally ignored the old woman leading the wedding talking to him. Fuck. You thought, what now?

You saw the woman grab the sword, turning to Sohvi and handing it to her. The blonde took a hold of it slowly, her movements unsure. She was a lady, after all, not a warrior – it was probably the first time she held a sword in her entire life. The old woman turned to Ivar then, calling out his name for him to take his sword. But he didn’t, his gaze holding yours strongly.

You gulped as people started whispering, wondering what was happening. A few of them turning around, their eyes landing on you. What was he doing?

A few seconds passed, the only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat and the whispers around you. You thought you even heard your name being called a few times, but you weren’t sure. You were beyond uncomfortable by now, having everyone’s attention on you was not something you enjoyed nor expected that day.

After a few more seconds, you couldn’t take it anymore. Breaking the eye contact you quickly turned around, ready to leave the Great hall. But the words that left Ivar’s mouth made you stop right in your tracks.

“I can’t.” He simply announced, his voice stern and loud. Shocked gasps echoed through the spacious room, people getting agitated. “I cannot marry Sohvi; not when my heart belongs to someone else.” That did it for you. Adrenaline pumping through your veins, your whole face heating up. What the hell was going on?

Turning back around you found Ivar standing a bit closer to you. From the corner of your eye you could see Ubbe, a knowing smile on his face as he talked to the rest of his brothers vividly. You could see Sohvi puffing as well, a permanent scowl adoring her once beautiful features as Lagertha and Bjorn joined her at the front, both sending draggers at you. Suddenly it all made sense to you. Oh, how stupid you felt only now realising the princess was somehow related to your new Queen.

People were practically shouting around you; all sharing their opinion on what just happened. Ivar’s words surely brought up rumours. But you couldn’t focus on their words, not when Ivar was making his way over slowly, assisted by his crutches. You were tempted to go help him out, but knew better and stayed put, waiting for him patiently.

The prince gave you a small unsure smile once he reached you and you took hold oh his hand, helping him to regain his balance. He scoffed loud enough only for you to hear but accepted your help, holding onto your hand tighter while throwing his other arm around your shoulders. Looking at you then turning to the crowd again, he gestured to his eldest brother, his mother and the bride, his eyebrows knitted as he talked.

“I am not going to marry Sohvi just because you want me to, brother.” The blue-eyed man addressed his eldest brother, voice filled with venom. ‘I do not care that she is a princess. I do not love her.” He continued, his eyes then moving back to you. “It’s Y/N that I wish to marry; if she’ll have me.”

You did not know what to say. You loved Ivar; to the moon and back. You’d do anything for him, but he has caused you so much pain in so little time… You did not want to risk it anymore.

Panic flashed through his eyes as he saw the hesitation in yours. He moved closer to you, his mouth only an inch form your ear; you could feel his hot breath on your skin as he whispered to you: “I love you, Y/N. With all my heart. And I am so deeply sorry, but I’ll make it up to you; I’ll explain everything.”

People’s gazes were still heavy on you both; all villagers waiting for your answer almost as impatiently as Ivar. You wanted to believe in his words, and after one glance thrown at him; you did. His blue eyes were sincere, you could tell, the small smile genuine. You knew you could trust him; he would never hurt you, he never did on purpose. He was only human, after all. He made mistakes just like everyone, and you were willing to give him one more chance. Nodding your head slowly, you smiled back at him, causing his smile to grow wider and brighter.

“I would love for you to be my husband, Ivar.” You said joyfully. The crowd erupted in cheers, making you hide your embarrassed face in Ivar’s neck. The villagers were glad that their prince was going to marry someone he truly loved and knew instead of a stranger.

Once you’ve calmed down and pulled away, Ivar took you by surprise, crashing his lips into yours in a short yet passionate kiss; giving you a small lick and bite before pulling away.

“Let’s do it, then.” He said; pulling you in the direction of the old lady who was called to lead the ceremony. She was smiling as well, just like most of the guests. Ivar had a strong grip on you, the arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you even closer to him as you walked together, as if he was afraid of letting you go; scared you might change your mind and run away.

But you had no intention of doing so. This was all you’ve ever dreamed of since the day you realised you loved him over five years ago. Sure, there have been ups and downs, but it was all worth it in the end. It created your very unique story.

One look at Ivar’s beaming face made all your doubts vanish. You needed him like you need air; you did not see yourself with anyone else but him… And he was finally going to be yours, and you his. It made your heart melt; picturing your future together. You exchanged one more hopeful look as you reached the front, hand in hand. You couldn’t be happier. 

A/N: So… this is it guys. I’d really love to hear what you think about it. I personally thinkthey shouldn’t have ended up together… But it’s what you all wanted. Part one got so many comments, it warmed my heart. Please, let me know what you think of it, even if it’s not all positive.  

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“Please tell me that you’ve waited four years to tell me that your actual superpower is making things cooler.” moans Mike from the basement couch as he flicks his little hand held fan in desperation it will work more efficiently. It sputters and dies, Mike throwing it to the other side of the couch.

El, laying on the floor on the other side of the basement, her feet propped up on the D&D table, her long curls sprawled around her head like a halo, only has bad news for her boyfriend and his now dead fan. “No, Mike, I can’t make things cooler. How would that work, like I could make ice and snow?”

“Ice and snow would be great right now actually. You’d be like Bobby Drake from the X-Men.”

“I thought I was Jean Grey.” smirks El

“Jean Grey can’t make it snow for me right now.” Mike mumbles, his voice grumpy.

“I wish I could change for you, Mike.” El smiles up at him from the floor.

“I know.” he smiles back. “But don’t ever, okay?”

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What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore -
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat
Or crust and sugar over -
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

—  Langston Hughes, Harlem