#and the way she'll just drape herself over him any chance she gets is just... ;-;

[atomic-bobo]

Katie & Trip | Touch

[ariparri]

Fluff Alphabet - Glitter Bomb

At long last, here's the fluff alphabet for Carson and Tulip!

I wanted to get this done first before finishing up the stuff for Isa and the other au ships.

I'm still practicing with moodboards since I'm not good at making them. This is the second one I made for Glitter Bomb because I wasn't happy with the first one.

Related

DieRuca Fluff Alphabet

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Carson finds Tulip eccentricity. He just loves how she isn't afraid to be herself. He loves a person with confidence, high self esteem and prides their own intelligence. He just finds that extremely attractive. Anybody can have a pretty face, but if the personality is terrible then everything else gets ruled out.

Tulip finds Carson, himself as a whole, attractive. She loves his style, the way he dresses like he's part of some band that plays in their garage and how he doesn't care if his style doesn't match. But what she finds most attractive is his humor and his laugh. Carson has a contagious laughter, and she's always finding herself laugh along with him even when she's trying to be serious. She just loves it, his sense of humor is great and his laugh always seems to brighten up everyone's mood.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Carson didn't really think about actually having kids. He did say that if he ever got a daughter, he would name her after his mother. Tulip at the time didn't see herself being a mother. She always saw herself to be more of an independent woman with her own ideals and goals. They both talked about it every now and then, both agreeing they weren't in any rush to settle down and have kids. That was until Tulip had an unplanned pregnancy and the topic of kids was brought up again. While Calum wasn't planned at the start, they both agree it would be nice to have a kid and see how things go about from there. After a while of thinking about children, Carson was getting a little too excited and that excitement was starting to rub off on Tulip. She eventually couldn't wait to have their first child.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

The preferred position they cuddle in is the sweetheart cradle. Carson would lie on his back and hold onto Tulip while she rests her head on his chest. Another position they cuddle in is the arm draper. They'll both lie on the bed, facing each other with their arms draped over the other. They're also fond of resting their head on the other's lap. Especially when it involves horror movie marathons and Carson just relaxes his head on Tulip's lap and she starts scratching his head. It's a soothing feeling.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Dates can be wild for Carson and Tulip. They have a poster full of date ideas and they choose five from the list before placing those ideas on a dart board for them to hit a target. Each gets three darts and whatever idea gets the most hits that's the date they go on.

A couple favorites are paintball or laser tag. They enjoy having a bit of a competitive game as a date, it makes it more fun and exciting. Another favorite is where they go thrift shopping and pick out each other's outfit to wear on the date. Tulip picked out a nice long rainbow skirt to match with a neon green crop top for Carson while he picked out anything in yellow.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world...))

Tulip: You are the spark to my flame

Carson: You are my twin flame

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Carson realized he was in love with Tulip when Jae and Diego joked about how he and Tulip were always budding heads. Carson claims it as a simple rivalry on who was the better prankster of the two. Not satisfied with his answer, Jae and Diego pressed on. It eventually got to Carson spouting on and on about how ridiculous Tulip can be, before he started trailing off to all the things he liked about her. He kept going on until he noticed the looks on his friends' faces and realized just exactly what he was talking about. It didn't take too long until Jae slaps his back and loudly announces that he was a lovestruck fool.

Tulip was quick to realize her feelings for Carson. She found out she liked Carson more than a friend when he was hanging out with another girl for some time. She didn't even know why she felt bothered by it till Tonks just bluntly told her that she was falling for Carson. She of course was in denial for some time. But when Carson went out on another date with this girl, it was clearly obvious that Tulip was in fact jealous and in love with Carson. But all that jealous tension quickly died down when Carson introduced the girl as his cousin who was visiting from Scotland. Tonks couldn't stop laughing and she never let Tulip live it down.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Being quite the charmer, Carson can be gentle. It's in his words and gestures. He always addresses Tulip in terms of endearment and when he does, his voice is tender and filled with so much love and emotion. Carson gives great foot massages, so he always gives Tulip a massage whether or not she asks for one.

Tulip's a bit more forward with her affection, most of it is done through actions than words. Whenever Carson is sitting down and Tulip is standing behind him, she'll place her hands on his shoulders and give him a gentle massage. Head scratches are another thing she often does for him whenever they're both just lounging about in the comfort of their own home.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

The way they hold hands often involves being wrapped around one another. They'll be sitting next to each other and Carson will have his arm draped over Tulip's shoulder and she'll reach her hand up to hold his own. The other one is similar to this but instead of sitting, they're standing. One of them will be behind the other, arms wrapped around their body while the other's arms are crossed to intertwine their hands.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

At first, they were both annoyed with each other. They practically challenged the other every chance they got when it came to pranks. It wasn't until Veruca asked them for help with Filch when they decided to put aside their differences and work together. They were pretty amazed with how well they both were able to work together and combine their own preferred pranks into one mega bomb. Both Carson and Tulip had some new found respect for each other after this prank and often pair up to create big pranks.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes. Both of them can get jealous. When Carson gets jealous, he can throw a little temper tantrum and Veruca ends up being on the receiving end of it. He would eventually step in and tell the person to back off. If they can't get the hint, well Carson's old tricks come into play and if Dennis also doesn't like the person he joins in. Carson can be a bit of a mopy cry baby though and would get a little clingy when Tulip realizes what's going on.

When Tulip gets jealous, she broods about it for a moment before setting up a mega dungbomb in the person's belongings. After hearing a loud explosion and seeing them run off screaming, Tulip is satisfied with the turn of events. Especially when Carson comes by to see it happen and he just burst out laughing. He pretty much knows who was responsible but feigned ignorance when asked about it.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Their first kiss had a bit of an outside help. On their second date, being paintball war, Dennis tagged along for the fun. It ended with Tulip getting the most hits on Carson. They were in the middle of talking where Carson was congratulating her, until Dennis basically jumped into the back of Carson's head pushing him forward, making him kiss Tulip. They pulled apart, a little awkwardly if it wasn't for the smug mocking croak coming from Dennis. Carson clearly wasn't amused but Tulip pulled him in for another kiss.

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

While Carson does like to express his affections towards Tulip, he's never actually said that he loved her before. Tulip didn't seem to mind since she was perfectly fine with how they express their affection. It wasn't until seeing just how romantically sappy Diego and Veruca were and how Jae points out that they haven't said it to each other yet. During one of their night outs to the bar they frequent, Diego and Veruca announce they finally started dating. In the middle of the excitement, Carson pulls Tulip closer to him and finally says those three magical words. It may not be romantically special, but it was perfect to them.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

Carson's favorite memory together was during the Celestial Ball. Tulip didn't have a date, and while Carson didn't go with anyone either, he promised her a dance. After Carson went through his rounds dancing with everyone who attended the ball alone, it was Tulip's turn to dance with him. He wasn't used to her dressing up, so seeing her in a dress was a nice surprise. They both had a fun time just laughing and dancing the night away.

Tulip's favorite memory of them together involved filling the entire Ravenclaw common room full of glitter and dungbomb filled balloons. They set it up to it popping on the dungbombs time, so everyone caught in the room were covered in glitter and dungbomb stench. The amount of trouble and the looks on everyone's faces were the highlights of that day. Even when they were in detention they couldn't stop laughing, Flitwick had to extend their punishment time.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

At the start of their relationship, Carson went all out with the tulip and balloon bouquets. It had to take Dennis biting onto him or croaking in refusal to get Carson to stop spoiling Tulip with all the bouquets. Other than the bouquets, Carson does buy her a lot of outfits that accentuate her figure, or even pins and necklaces from Zonko's as a reminder of her love for pranks.

Whenever Tulip is out and she happens to see some band merchandise, especially for bands Carson loves, she'll buy some for him. She buys mostly for the shirts and bandanas than the posters and pins. Carson definitely prefers them since they're everyday uses. Although she buys them for him, she sometimes steals the shirts whenever they're going to bed.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Red reminds Carson of Tulip all because of her hair. Every time he finds anything red, he instantly thinks it would look great on Tulip, something that would compliment her natural beauty.

Fuschia reminds Tulip of Carson. Despite blue being a color Carson often wears, his favorite color is fuschia. She's often reminded of the pink colored shirts he likes to wear with the Twisted Sister logo on them. Whenever she finds something completely ridiculous in that color, she'd send him a picture of it with the caption "This is clearly you" 

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Carson likes to use many names for Tulip. Most common one would be Cherry for her hair. Other names he calls her are Babes, Cuddle Cakes, My Flame, Hotness, and Troublemaker. He also started calling themselves the Gruesome Twosome after Tulip's mother called them out of slight annoyance.

Tulip doesn't often use pet names, but when she does it's a mix between Dream Boy, Hot Stuff, Muffinhead, and Prince Charming. She mostly uses them as a way to tease him or feign annoyance with him.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Carson has a collection of old VHS movies. He usually keeps them displayed but some nights they'll have an old movie marathon. With Tulip, she sometimes challenges herself with watching the sunset and the sunrise in one day. She isn't entirely a morning person, so to watch the sunrise at least once every now and then can be a fun way to challenge herself to get out of bed. Carson sometimes joins her in this little activity.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On a rainy day when both of them are simply bored, they'll sit on the sofa while slow music plays in the background and they're drinking hot chocolate. On other rainy days, they would go out and have a little water day. They'll chase each other around and jump around in puddles.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Dennis usually gets involved when Tulip is sad. If Carson's hot chocolate or blueberry muffins don't help comfort her, Dennis will jump onto Carson and stick his tongue into Carson's ear. He'll latch onto him and cause Carson to start shuffling around trying to get the darn toad off of him. Surely enough, Tulip will start laughing at them.

When Carson is sad, Tulip sometimes brings out the board games or turns on the ghost hunting channel. She also tries to make the blueberry muffins his mother often makes for him. Sadly, she isn't much of a cook so she makes a huge mess in the kitchen. Carson walks in to see Tulip close to having a crisis in the kitchen before bursting out in laughter and he's suddenly in a better mood. He then rushes to help her clean up and then bake the muffins with her.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Sometimes they talk about their families. While Tulip can be a little annoyed by her parents, Carson distracts her by talking about how his mother wear a dress when he was five. They often talk about past prank wars and old memories. Tulip likes to bring up all the times Carson cried about puffskeins just appearing out of nowhere, embarrassing him just a little bit.

Date ideas often come up, and whatever isn't on their date list they'll talk about it before adding it to the list.

They also love to reminisce about the times they annoy both Chester and Andre. Carson just has crazy fashion ready for when Andre wants to use him as a model and the atrocity he has to face when Carson comes out with the most ridiculous outfit. 

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Carson is actually a fan of health and skin care, so coming home to see Tulip having the face masks out he tosses his work to the side and throws himself onto the sofa to ready for some relaxation. They both also listen to music and well, sing together. Most of the music they listen to range from 80s rock, pop, funk, and a little bit of R&B and Jazz. Two terrible singers paired together so perfectly, neighbors must hate them. Carson also plays the violin if Tulip is having a stress day. The melodious sound that comes from the instrument helps soothe her from getting a headache.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

They both like to show off their intelligence, which usually comes into play with their pranks. They try to one up the other by performing a prank that can be seen as more superior than the other.

They also like to show each other off. Mainly when someone tries to bring down the other, they'll start singing a bunch of praises and all the accomplishments their partner has done. They're kind of the jealous, boasting couple. 

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Yes. You know that meme on Proposal Instructions? This one.

These were clearly joke proposals they both did just to get a laugh out of each other.

It was also a double proposal. On one of their dates to a paintball park, they invited a few friends for a group date. They were all pretty much in on the plan but didn't know the other half had the same idea. Tulip was the first to propose which made Carson stop and go, "Are you freaking serious?" before pulling out the ring to propose to her with. Everyone got a good laugh out of it.

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by Starships

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Tulip at first didn't think much about it. But after both of them did joke proposals the thought has definitely crossed her mind. Just like Tulip, Carson didn't really think much of marriage until he and Tulip have been dating for a while. It definitely would be a dream to be married and it would make his parents, especially his mother, proud.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Carson absolutely doesn't want a pet. Tulip already has Dennis and he is the only one that Carson is willing to tolerate. And Tulip is perfectly fine with just having Dennis as a pet. That is of course until they have Raylene and she wanted to keep a piglet they found hurt in the woods while on a camping trip. At first Carson wasn't a fan of it, but the puppy eye look his daughter was giving him made him cave.

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

House, M.D. Fanfic (3/?)

First of all, I want to thank you all for the kind feedback. I hope the rest of my story lives up to your expectations! As always, I don't own House. If I did, season 8 would have had partypants.

As stated in previous chapters, the story follows the big picture laid out on the show, but with my own take on things. This chapter is super Huddy. It's is probably one of my favorites, if not the favorite, that I've written so far. It was the first one I wrote to completion. I really hope you like it! It starts at the end of the episode when House first injects Cuddy with the fertility drugs.

Thanks to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie for reading my ideas and providing positive feedback! Anything in the way of feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy!

"Thank you for the injections."

House studied her for a few moments. "You came all the way up here just to tell me that?" Now he was curious. She wanted something.

"No." And she left.

He'd been thinking about that all afternoon. About the injections. About what she said earlier when he injected her. He told her it should be with someone she trusted, and the first person she had brought up was him. God, he was an idiot. She was going to ask him to be the donor in his office. The initial morphine high had worn off, and he jumped on his bike to confirm his theory.

When she opened the door with her arms crossed in her robe, he couldn't hide the self satisfied smirk. "If you wanted my sperm, all you had to do was ask."

"Are you high? Why would I want your sperm?"

"To make baby Cuddys," he raised an eyebrow. "I was the first person you mentioned when I told you it should be someone you trusted... not some loser kid who likes Mozart and snorts when he laughs. You came up to my office earlier to tell me something... and it wasn't just a thank you for injecting that perfect ass of yours."

She started to deny it, but what was the point? He had her figured out. He always had her figured out. And it was infuriating how he was always right about her. "Ok. You're right, I was going to ask you," she stepped aside to let him enter.

He nodded and stepped inside then. "Changed your mind?"

She was quiet a moment. She hadn't really changed her mind... just chickened out. "Do you want kids, House?" She finally asked.

That question did silence him for a moment as he had to think about the answer. "I would make a horrible father. I'm not rated G. But I've got good genes. Which is something you need to counteract the neurotic genes you'll no doubt pass on."

She looked almost amused. He was deflecting away from the original question... talking his way around a real answer. "You didn't answer my question. Do you want kids?"

He breathed deeply. If he answered this one wrong, he would hurt her. Probably lose any chance he might have with her... lose any chance he might have at not being alone. "Under the right circumstances..."

She arched an eyebrow. "Those circumstances being?"

He shrugged. "Right girl. Right time. Right place. The usual right circumstances."

She rolled her eyes. "Did you come here because you want to be my sperm donor?" She would simply spell it out for him. She was tired of games.

"If I say yes, are you going to hand me a specimen cup and send me to your bathroom?"

She leaned her back against the wall then with a small smile. "No."

"I told you it should be with someone you like."

Her eyes never broke away from his as she answered, "I like you, House."

He tapped his cane on the floor a couple times, thinking things over, trying to make sure his words were right. "So, how do I do this? You set me up an appointment, or what?" He finally asked, meeting her eyes again.

She pushed herself off the wall and moved closer to him. "I can do that, if you want. There are other... more direct ways," she said softly, biting her lip slightly.

He raised an eyebrow. "More direct than taking my best guys and putting them with your best girls and sticking them right into your uterus?" Why was she suddenly so close?

She could feel his breath on her skin as she studied him. It was now or never. "I had something a little more fun in mind. Something... mutually beneficial," she murmured before closing the distance between their lips with a slow kiss.

When he pulled back after a moment, he studied her eyes. He needed to make sure she was sure about this... that there wasn't regret or a sign of her doing this for any other reason other than she genuinely wanted to. When she still didn't pull away and he got the confirmation he needed, he kissed her again, this time rougher, hotter than the first.

Her robe was the first piece of clothing to go, followed shortly by his jacket, as they both fought for control of the situation. His shirt followed when she found her back pressed against the wall, his hands exploring her body freely.

He groaned as she basically flipped their positions, shoving him hard back against the wall, her teeth dragging across his collarbone as they worked their way toward her bedroom. She really did like it rough.

A yelp escaped her as she found herself on her back on the bed with a smile. It had been a long time since she'd given into pure lust and passion like this. Maybe she should have done it sooner. When he moved over her, she allowed him a moment before quickly flipping their positions so she was straddling his hips, her hands against his chest. "Do you want to stop?" She asked in a husky, bedroom voice he'd never heard but suddenly wanted to hear more of.

"Do you?" He countered, his hands lightly rubbing her thighs.

That seemed to be all the permission either needed before fusing their lips together in a searing kiss again.

Sometime after 3, he ran his fingers slowly down her bare back. It took a moment, but she finally lifted her head to look at him, a sleepy but satisfied smile on her lips.

"I should go home. Let you get some real sleep so you can be all administratory later," he murmured softly. "I'm sure I'll try to blow up a patient's heart or something in the name of diagnostics and you'll have to stop me."

She breathed deeply and stretched slowly before turning off her stomach and curling into his side, her leg draped over his thigh. "Mmm... you could stay..." she suggested in a quiet voice.

He chuckled softly. "That's the sex talking. I don't have clean clothes here. And I need a shower before work. Boss tends to get pissy when I'm late."

She smiled slowly. "She'll give you a pass this once."

He gave her a little grin. "I'll stay for no clinic duty this week," he tried.

She laughed softly. "Are you trying to negotiate your way out of clinic duty with sex?"

"Depends. Is it working?" He asked hopefully.

"No," she laughed again, swatting at his chest.

He breathed deeply, fingers lightly running along her bare shoulder. "I really do have to go. Believe it or not, charming my way into your bed was not my intentions when I came over last night."

She inhaled slowly and shifted comfortably under the covers to let him up. "Okay."

He started to untangle himself from her and her sheets. Before he could completely get up, she stopped him. He raised an eyebrow in question, only to have her sit up and kiss him slowly, almost possessively, like she was staking her claim. "You better not be late," she murmured with a smile before laying down to get a couple hours of sleep.

[hollow-prey]

Concert headcanons with my f/os!

inspired by my own experience this week, here's some cute indulgent ideas on how Cyr and her boys would fare at a concert:

Grimm- this could go a few different ways depending on the AU: if he's human, I think he'd be all for it (as long as Cyr's with him). If he's still a Hollow, it would take a lot of chill/recovery time in the human world, and quite a bit of coaxing from Cyr to get him to agree to go to a place that will potentially mess with his instincts, i.e. a place that's going to be very loud and packed with people (though of course, she would never force him to do anything if he really didn't want to go). It would definitely be Cyr who broaches the idea and suggests going to a concert together. They hold hands a lot when they get there, which Grimm pretends to be annoyed about but is actually very, very glad that Cyr insisted on taking his hand because this way he can both ensure that Cyr stays close so he doesn't lose her in the crowd (and so he can protect her) and also feel comforted and grounded knowing that she's right there with him. He still doesn't really "get" human music and so doesn't really have an opinion on if he likes or dislikes the band, but he doesn't seem to mind it and sways in time with Cyr, occasionally copying some of her and the audience's movements and gestures during the show. Afterwards, as they're leaving, Cyr shyly surprises Grimm with a tour t-shirt that she got at the same time she was getting her own. He's still a little wary about receiving gifts and is unsure how to respond, but he accepts it and later wears it when they go to bed that night. He may or may not also cuddle with it after Cyr eventually steals it and wears it herself because it smells like her

Errol- he would be the one to surprise Cyr with tickets after she mentions wanting to go, especially if it's a band she really wants to see. At the show, Errol tries to be chill and just hang out and vibe (at a damn rock concert, where the whole point is to get a little crazy) and Cyr is the one who finally gets him to relax and let loose and have fun during the concert. If the venue is standing general admission, they get there early and stake out a good spot close to the stage behind the first clusters of people. Errol gently shifts Cyr around during the concert to ensure that she always has a good view of the stage and that the taller people in front of them aren't completely blocking her view. This may include letting her stand on his boots at times to give her a little extra boost. They buy each other tour shirts and Cyr immediately puts hers on before the show while Errol holds his draped over his shoulder. On the way home Errol gives Cyr his shirt to hold onto while he drives. She falls asleep snuggling it because the shirt is now officially a reminder of a great time and a fantastic experience that she got to share with someone she loves, and every time she wears her shirt or Errol wears his, she'll be reminded of that, and the thought is very comforting to her.

Razer- Cyr doesn't have to worry about anyone getting too close or messing with her, because Razer gives off such an intimidating, menacing aura while being completely calm and composed the entire time. I for one would love to picture Razer ditching his usual jacket and gloves and going for a more sharp-dressed goth approach just for the show, because I know he could pull it off and look infuriatingly good doing it. Even if it's something super simple like slim black jeans, a fitted black long-sleeve, and combat boots, I Know this man would look so good in just a basic ensemble like that. Probably somehow manages to pull a few strings and score something cool for Cyr, like getting her copy of her favorite album signed, or somehow arranging a chance encounter by "accidentally" walking into a restricted area and they "just so happen" to run into someone from the band. Any time Cyr thinks they'll get caught, Razer takes her arm and they disappear into the shadows like smoke and reappear just as quickly. How did he arrange all this? And how did neither of them get in trouble? Well, he can't go around sharing his secrets now, can he?

Phoenix- I can easily see this going the route of both of them suggesting the concert at the same time (i.e. "I was thinking, would you want to go to see [band] in concert?" "dude shut up I was literally about to ask you the same thing"). In the days leading up to the show and on their way to the venue, the two of them end up getting hyped off of each other's excitement to the point that they're both amped by the time they get there, and Cyr is alternating between giddy laughs, trembling a little from adrenaline, and clinging to Phoenix excitedly like "we're actually here!! we're gonna see them!!" They have such a good time during the show, vibing and enjoying the pounding of the music in their chests and through their bones, grinning and nudging each other excitedly when certain songs come up, stealing kisses between the occasional song breaks, cheering so loud that their voices will almost certainly be hoarse the next day. There isn't a single moment during the concert that they don't enjoy. At some point Phoenix probably gets dragged into the mosh pit by accident from standing too close, and because he was holding onto Cyr to make sure she always had a good view and they didn't get separated, she accidentally gets dragged in as well. Neither has been in a mosh pit before and neither of them know what the rules are so they try and act casual and follow everyone else's lead. They eventually break free and come out jostled, exhilarated, and a little bruised, but in good shape.

Anti- undoubtedly runs straight into the mosh pit the first chance he gets, or is the one who starts it. Cyr watches from the side, over the heads of several other people, and waits to see him break off and return to her, but between one second and the next he's disappeared. Next thing she knows, Anti comes up behind her seemingly out of nowhere and snakes his arms around her waist, steals a kiss, and they resume their swaying, jumping, and devil-horn-waving. He's a sneaky, slippery little demon and probably manages to get Cyr a random, delightful assortment of souvenirs from the show. Could probably get a proper autograph for her if he really wanted to. Every time one of the band members tosses items into the crowd, Anti somehow always manages to slip away and be in the perfect spot to snag something and bring it back to Cyr without anyone else seeing him or suspecting anything. At one point he slips one of the custom guitar picks into her hand, vanishes again, and later comes back with a tour shirt that he didn't have earlier, because he stole it from backstage before they could toss it into the crowd. No one ever notices Anti's thievery, and Cyr only notices he was gone when he comes back with something new. They hang out in Cyr's car in the parking lot after the concert, waiting for the traffic to thin out, recapping their favorite parts of the night until security comes by and tells them they're closing up the venue and the stragglers gotta get a move on

"Z", or [redacted]/secret F/O- Cyr brings up the idea of going and, since Z likes a lot of the same bands Cyr does (bc this is my self ship and I decide the music tastes), he happily agrees to go. Z keeps pretty calm and cool on the drive to the venue, prompting Cyr to shyly ask "are you excited?", to which he responds with that devilish yet sincere grin she loves so much, and says "Of course I am" and gives her hand a sweet squeeze. They buy some drinks at the venue and soak up the mounting energy of so many fans coming together to enjoy the same music. A pit opens up during the opening act, and Cyr catches Z eyeing it curiously. He hesitates, then figures "eh, why not?", hands Cyr his drink to hold, and joins the mosh pit for a moment, much to Cyr's startled surprise. Once he makes it out, he comes up behind Cyr and plucks his drink from her hand, kissing her cheek in the process. After the show, they walk out with Cyr grinning like crazy, her arm hooked around Z's, the night air nearly making her shiver after the heat of the venue. "Did you have fun?" Z asks, amused, and Cyr murmurs "yeah", her ears still adjusting to the sudden absence of loud, pounding music. They break off from the crowd as they walk to the car, and Cyr nuzzles up to Z and thanks him for coming with her. Then she asks if he had fun as well. Z frees his arm from her grasp and drapes it around her shoulders, pulling her close to his side. "Of course I did. And you don't need to thank me for coming; I would have done it no matter what. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Though Cyr might think he was exaggerating, that he would have found an excuse to avoid the concert if he didn't like the musician, Z is telling the whole truth. Even if he hated the band that was playing, he still would have gone with her just to see Cyr this happy.

[dresupi]

Fremione! Uhhh how about one where fred gets hermione to try flying and Harry and Ron are amazed/offended that she'll give it a shot for fred but not them

Note:  I was actually drawing cards from my Storymatic for plots, but I tried to work your prompt in as well!  

Pairing: Fred/Hermione

Word Count: 1735  (There���s a read more, but if that doesn’t work, try the ao3 link below) 

Prompt:  Shouldn’t have touched it

Tags:  Kissing, Requited Crush, Pining 

Warnings:  None

Ao3:  [Here]

“Oh Merlin...I shouldn’t have touched it…”  Hermione covered her mouth with both hands, trying to will herself calm.  The splintered remains of Harry’s broom lay on the ground in front of them.  

Fred reached out to squeeze her shoulder.  Where the contact might have thrilled her not five minutes before, she was too upset to think anything of it now.  “Come now, Granger...it’s nothing that can’t be replaced.  If that was you instead of the broom on the ground, I think Harry’d be a touch more upset.”  

She glanced back in the direction of the Burrow.  “Oh, but I wouldn’t have to hear about it in that case!”

Fred frowned.  “Ron’s right.  You do need to get your priorities in order…”  

She shot him a look and took a deep breath.  “Right then.  I’ll just...I’ll go back and I’ll tell him I destroyed his broom…his pride and joy...” she gulped.  

“Why did you even try it at any rate?  You hate flying.  Scared of heights, aren’t you?  Or am I wrong?”  

He wasn’t wrong.  She was scared to death of flying.  And heights.  And brooms for anything other than sweeping.  But she’d jumped at the chance to ride with Fred.  All because she fancied him.  She’d admit that now.  

And he refused to think of her as anything other than his brother’s friend.  He referred to her by ‘Granger’, that should have clued her in.  

But she was stubborn and for whatever reason, she jumped at the chance to be alone with him.  Even if it was on a broom.  

She bit down on her bottom lip.  “I tried it because I wanted...because you offered.”  She picked up the biggest piece of the broom she could find, a small section of the handle, and turned to march back up to the backyard of the burrow.  

“Yeah, well Ron and Harry both offered, too, but you didn’t go with them!  I thought Ron was gonna have kittens when you hopped on with me.”  

She exhaled loudly, stomping off in the direction they’d come.  If he didn’t get it now, he was never going to get it.  And even if he did?  She wasn’t sure she wanted to actually be rejected.  Even if her more practical side told her that it was the only way to get over her crush.  

“If you’d gone with Ron, he’d have probably taken the blame for it.”  

“If I’d gone with Ron, it wouldn’t have happened,” she hissed.  

Fred scoffed.  “What is that supposed to mean?”  

“Ron wouldn’t have let me steer.”  

“Oh.  Well.  You’re right about that.”  

She hummed in response, still charging through the brush and bramble.  

“We could apparate back up to the yard, Granger.”

“So go,” she said brusquely. “I need the walk.”  

There was a pop and she knew he’d gone.  Finally.  

The rest of the way only took her about ten minutes, but she had thorns in her hair and wet socks from stepping in a puddle.  

And Harry wasn’t mad.  Not that she thought he would be.  He was disappointed that his broom was gone, but relieved that she was okay.  Fred had greased the way for her, apparently.  Blown the whole accident way out of proportion in a way that only he could.  Made them out to be heroes in the fight for their lives.  

When in all actuality, it had just been her own willful ignorance of what she was doing.   

She offered to pay for a new broom.  Harry refused.  She offered again.  He refused again.  She decided to shrink the galleons and stick them in his pocket when he wasn’t looking.  

And she did apparate after that.  She apparated home for a shower and an evening of pulling thorns and twigs from her hair.  

She chided herself for acting like a lovestruck teenager, when she was on the tail-end of twenty-five.  

It was high time she put this attraction she felt for Ron’s older brother to rest anyway.  It had been nearly ten years running now.  She wasn’t fifteen anymore.  And Fred certainly wasn’t seventeen.

Crookshanks meowed up at her impatiently, rubbing against her legs before meowing again.  

“Right, right.  You like food…I’m sorry…”  Hermione got up and walked to the kitchen.  

There was a tapping at the window, which she opened to discover Puck, Fred and George’s owl, preening on her window sill.  Frowning, she let him in, placing a bit of Crookshanks food on the counter for him to nibble while she went about her business.  

“Did you have a letter?”  she asked, not knowing what she was expecting in way of response.  Puck was rather inclined to live up to his name.  And his owners’ reputations.  He was known to hide letters if proper payment was not forthcoming.  In this case, a bit of salmon.  

He finished eating his treat and flew out the window, only to return with a small folded bit of parchment.  

“Would you mind terribly if I came by for a visit?”  It was signed with Fred’s recognizable scrawl.  Messy to the point where she wondered if he let Puck sign his name for him.  

She hesitated before replying.  She could always feign ignorance.  Perhaps she went to bed before she received this.  

Puck screeched at her, which made her jump in surprise.  

It was better to get this over with now, she supposed.  

So, she summoned a quill and scribbled an answer at the bottom.

“Not at all.  I’ll await your arrival.”

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He must have been waiting for her response.  Because he arrived at her front door no less than a half-hour later.  

He knocked.  Three times. Impatiently.  

She opened the door to a question.  

“You went because I offered?”  

Frowning, she stood aside to allow him entrance. “I beg your pardon?”  

“The broom.  Flying.  You went because I offered, or because I offered?”

Hermione pressed her lips together and shut the door behind him, waiting to hear the click of the lock before she replied.  “Because you offered.  I thought that was obvious by how I turned both Ron and Harry down.”  

“Why?”

She sighed. “I would think that would be obvious as well.”  

Fred’s mouth hung open and he blinked repeatedly.  Hermione thought that perhaps his brain might be broken.   

“You can sit down if you’d like…” Hermione summoned a chair and Fred plopped down into it.  She busied herself by folding up the blanket she’d strewn on the couch earlier that day.  And sending the various books that had found their way onto every flat surface of her living room back up onto the shelf.  Basically tidying up where no tidying needed to be done.  

Fred huffed out a sound that might have been laughter, but she wasn’t entirely sure.  “Well, if that doesn’t kick my arse…Granger…” He looked up at her.  “Hermione…” he corrected himself.  “How...when...how--”  

“Since fifth year.  My fifth year,” she answered in a matter-of-fact tone.  “An embarrassingly long time, to put it mildly.”  

“Merlin’s beard…” he mumbled under his breath.  “And I thought you fancied Ron.”  

“You’re not the first one to make that assumption.  Certainly not the first Weasley.”  Ron himself came to mind.  And Ginny.  And Percy.  And George.  And apparently Fred.

“You hid it well.”  

“Perhaps.  Or --and this is more likely -- everyone expected me to fancy Ron.  So that’s how it appeared.”  

Fred didn’t say anything.  He just stared down at the toe of his shoe as if it held all the answers.  She walked back to the kitchen to begin cleaning up after Crookshanks.  She raised her voice a little so it would carry out to the sitting room.    

“I’m not expecting anything from you.  No reciprocated feelings, nothing of that sort.  I’m nothing if not practical.  It’s a silly school-girl crush that I allowed to...exist for far too long.”  

She turned back from the sink, reaching for a towel and running headlong into Fred’s chest.  She hadn’t even heard him get up from the chair.  

“The thought occurs to me...that we are no longer in school,” he began.  “Therefore, your insistence that this is a silly school-girl crush...just doesn’t really ring true.”

Her dripping hands were still out in front of her; she was unable to tear her gaze away.  “Fred…”  

Clasping her hands in his, he leaned down, stopping just shy of kissing her.  “Is this alright?”  His breath was hot as it passed over her face, his lips just scant millimeters from her own.  

She nodded, and rose up slightly to close the distance.  The second their lips touched, she felt a jolt of something pulse through her veins.  Warmth.  Electricity.  Arousal.  Such that she broke off the kiss with a gasp.  

But she didn’t move away.  She stayed right where she was.  A hairsbreadth from him.  

She flexed her fingers around his and he chuckled.  “Your hands are wet, Hermione, did you know?”  

“Are they?” she asked.

He licked his lips.  “Yes.”

She pulled them away, wiping them on the front of his jumper.  “Better?” She took a step back from him, walking back towards the living room and taking a deep gulp of air.  

“So is this…” he trailed off.  “Are we…”  he trailed off again.  “How was I? The snogging bit?  Was it alright?”  

“I’m not sure that would qualify as snogging.  It was kissing if it was anything.  And it was fine.  Nice.”  

“Fine?  Nice? Oy, I must be havin’ an off night.”

“That was a compliment!” she insisted, all the while a grin pulled at her lips.  One she couldn’t quite tamp down, so she decided not to try.  “It was a lovely kiss, Fred.”  

“No, no...don’t placate me, ‘Mione.  It’s fine.  I’m sure no one could ever live up to Viktor Krum.”  He flopped down on the couch with his hand draped dramatically over his forehead.  

Rolling her eyes, she sat down beside him, pulling him closer and kissing the words right out of his mouth.  

He let out a small groan that was muffled by her mouth.  Her tongue teased along the outline of his lips, and his hands went up into her hair.  

Her lips tingled when she ended the kiss.  “How was that?”  His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, nuzzling his nose along her jaw.   

“Lovely kiss, Fred.”  

“Hermione…” he groaned.