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Anyone But You | Chapter 2 | F.W. x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary - An introduction to your bestfriend, you're forced to go to a dinner party at the Weasleys over the holiday break, the twins give you a small gift you're absolutely not going to open.

Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Category - enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, slowburn

Content Warnings -cursing

Word Count - 3.8k

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Even though you were seen as rude and snippy in the twins' eyes, you had friends, people you actually enjoyed being around, people who didn’t attempt to get on your nerves every five seconds. Cedric Diggory was one of them. He was your bestfriend.

Despite being put in different houses, you and Cedric became great friends, you’ve gotten along better than anyone else. You met him on the train to Hogwarts your first year, and you two connected like puzzle pieces. He’s definitely someone who isn’t unbearable to be around.

Of course, there was the occasional rumor or gossiping that would spread around annually about you and Cedric secretly being together, or that you two had something going on at least. Those were just rumors though. Cedric feels like a brother to you, he had eyes for other girls and you had no interest in a relationship. You had no interest in each other. You loved him, but only in a sibling way. He was treated like a brother. 

You had other friends rather than Cedric, but you were closest to Ced. He was the only friend you would actually keep in contact with and write letters to outside of school.

✦✦✦

You carried your owl's cage and dragged your large leather suitcase down the stairs as Cedric boasted about his most recent win.

“And who did Gryfinndor get their arses whooped by last week?” He brought his hand up behind his ear, waiting for you to admit your house's loss, you simply shook your head in refusal.

“Hufflepuff!” He sang, “Who caught the snitch? Number seven, Cedric Diggory!” He cheered to himself, you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Whatever, Gryffindor only lost because Fred couldn’t keep his eyes off Angelina.” 

“Ah yes, Fred is to blame. Always to blame. Another chance for you to hate him!” Cedric teased, he knew all about your hatred for the twins. Of course he has, he’s your bestfriend for Godric's sake. You’ve complained multiple times about them to him, gone on hour-long rants over whatever prank they pulled.

“Yep!  Anyways, what do you have planned over the break?” You stopped at the landing of the staircases, setting down your owl and suitcase, leaning back on the stone railing, letting crowds of students pass you.

“Absolutely nothing. My dad might make me help him at work.”

“What? Wouldn’t that be cool? You’ll get to see cool creatures, right?” He scoffed at your upbeat reaction.

“I’ll get to see boring paperwork. I’ll get to organize boring folders. I’ll get to do the boring work.” He said flatly as he shrugged. “I got to see a hippogriff once though.”

“Really? How’d it go?” You 

“Nearly bit off my arm.” 

“Oh.” The excitement in your voice lowered. “Well, I won’t be doing anything either besides sleeping.” You teased as you grabbed your things and began to walk down the staircases again.

✦✦✦

Winter break had been going nicely. Your friends had sent letters and early Christmas gifts, small and light enough for your owl to carry, you did the same for them. You were able to sleep in, you didn’t have to worry about your things being messed with, you didn’t have to be woken up by loud and annoying voices early in the morning, and you didn’t have to deal with those bloody twins.

You woke up early today, you chose to not sleep in and went into the kitchen for breakfast. While searching the cupboards for your favorite cereal your mother walked in, an empty mug and plate in her hands. 

“Good morning, sweetheart!” She said as she placed the dishes in the sink, watching a scrubber begin to float and clean the dishes by itself.

“Morning, mum. Have any letters come today?” You asked as you took the cereal and poured it into your bowl, followed by some milk.

Before your mum could open her mouth, a strong screech came from outside, followed by a loud hit into the open cupboard door next to you, both of you jumped at the sudden entrance.

You knew that old owl from anywhere. It was Errol, one of the Weasley family’s owls. He laid on the kitchen floor for a second, then stood up straight, shaking himself off and fluttering onto a chair near your mother, handing her a nicely sealed envelope. Your mum sent the owl off without giving him anything to deliver back.

“That poor bird is on its last leg.” She muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she opened the envelope. Her unamused face changed into delight as her eyes moved through the letter.

“Oh, would you look at this! The Weasleys invited us over for a dinner party!” She grinned at you, showing you the paper.

“What?” You dropped your spoon into your bowl when you heard the news, droplets of milk hitting your shirt.

“The Weasleys invited us, Molly and Arthur are hosting a dinner party for their anniversary. How sweet is that?” You grabbed the letter from her a bit too aggressively, staring at the invitation intently.

“Very kind! Do I have to go?” You got straight to the point once you asked hesitantly, looking up, you already knew what your mother's answer would be.

“What?- Yes you have to go! Don’t be ridiculous.” Your mother scoffed, slightly shocked at your response to the invitation, taking the letter back from you.

“Please, mum! You know I will not be able to handle being there for more than five minutes.” You pleaded.

“What are you talking about? The Weasleys are very good people, y/n. You know that. You should be appreciative that they invited us.” She said sternly, a slight scowl forming on her face.

“I’m not talking about the Weasley family, I’m talking about Fred and George! The twins! They’re horrible! Please, just let me stay home, mum. You can tell them I’m sick or already on a trip with friends!” There was pure determination in your words, you were not going to spend any amount of time around Fred and George Weasley during your break.

“No, Y/N. They invited us, which means you too. It’ll only be for a single afternoon, you can deal with it.” Your mother shut down your begging, “Make sure you have a dress or…just find some nice clothes to wear, the dinner is tomorrow.” She began to leave the kitchen, turning around to ask you one last thing. 

“Also, could you send a letter back? Saying that we will be there? Thanks, darling.” She walked out of the room before you could protest anymore. You groaned, placing your head in your hands.

✦✦✦

This wasn’t the first time you were invited to the Weasley's house. There was one or two times where they invited you, you would’ve gone if Fred and George didn’t live there, so you faked being sick. 

Of course, your mother wouldn’t fall for it this time. So, you slipped on a nice pair of jeans and a comfortably warm sweater. 

While checking yourself out in the mirror, making sure nothing looked weird on you, an owl flew onto your windowsill, holding a bright purple envelope sealed with orange wax in between its beak. You were hesitant to take the envelope from it. You’ve never seen this bird before.

You nervously took the envelope from the bird and it flew away without any problem. Being more confused than ever, you flipped the envelope to the back, maybe it had been delivered to the wrong person?

However, your address was issued underneath it, it even stated where your bedroom was. Your stomach tensed, this was creepy. A bird you’ve never seen before shows up at your window with a tacky envelope that has direct instructions to your bedroom.

You opened it cautiously, not knowing what would be inside, as soon as it was halfway open, confetti and a few miniature fireworks popped out.

A little birdy (no pun intended) told us you were coming over tonight! Can’t wait to see you, we miss seeing your scowls and hearing your mean voice!    - F & G

Of course, the twins. How the hell did they know the exact location of your room? While trying to figure that out, you nearly missed the small writing at the bottom of the card.

p.s. we have a gift for you, hopefully, you’ll like it :)

You furiously crumbled it up, practically slamming it into your trash bin. Stomping back to your mirror, you picked out all the bits of confetti that had got caught in your hair and the few pieces on your sweater and floor until your mum told you it was time to leave.

Merlin, have mercy on me. You thought to yourself.

✦✦✦

The dinner party wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. The first thing you noticed was how Mrs. and Mr. Weasley were the most welcoming and kindest people you met. You wondered how Mrs. Weasley especially dealt with the twins and their mischief for fifteen years of her life. 

When you sat down at the table with everyone else, you were disappointed in Harry and Hermione's absences, you expected at least one of them to be there. However, Hermione was traveling with her parents and Harry wasn’t allowed to leave the Dursleys home.

You kept your distance from the twins, choosing the seat that was farthest from them at the table, sticking by Ginny's side and making conversation with her. Yet, the twins still took any chance they could get to mess with you.

They stole food off your plate when you weren’t looking, taking whatever bowl of food you were reaching for first, even putting whatever potion they made to cause your roasted ham to turn into a green color.

“Hey, it’s like that one muggle book, with the guy who rhymes!” Fred pointed out.

“What was his name? Dr.Sauce?” Fred quipped, Ginny let out a small giggle at the name.

“Dr.Seuss, Fred.” Mr. Weasley corrected, “I’ve actually had to take in a few of his books at work. One bloke was trying to figure out why the drawings weren’t moving.” Their dad chuckled and nudged you playfully with his elbow.

Anyway, you tried to stay as positive and nice as you could at the table, but you had to refrain from rolling your eyes anytime Fred or George opened their mouths. Any slight expression of annoyance would earn you a small kick under the table and a stern stare from your mum, your dad would clear his throat or raise his eyebrows at you, these were their ways of saying “Behave, be nice, I’m warning you.”

You were still upset that you had to deal with the one thing- two things you were glad to stay away from, that you expected to stay away from during your winter break. You only had one unwanted big interaction with them, the others were small.

All the adults were in the front yard drinking and having their “alone time from you kids” as Mr. Weasley jokingly said to you. Ginny and Ron were arguing over the TV remote, constantly stealing it from each other and changing the channel to what one of them wanted.

You made your escape by excusing yourself to the kitchen, going to the sink, and refilling your glass with water.

While taking a drink from your glass, you weren’t paying attention to the sneaky and slow footsteps coming behind you. The next thing you felt was two sets of hands on each of your upper arms and you heard two loud troll-like screams.

You jumped and choked on your water, coughing violently as you put down your glass and turned around, shoving both of the twins away as they chuckled.

“What the hell was that for?” You fumed through hard coughs.

“We missed you! We haven’t been able to tease you in months!” George chuckled.

“It feels like we’ve been going through withdrawals.” Fred dramatically said, putting a hand over his heart.

“It’s not teasing, it’s annoying and rude. Now I'd like for both of you to get away from me.” You shoved yourself through both of them, splitting them apart from each other.

✦✦✦

The biggest sigh of relief left your body when you finally got back home. You traveled by floo powder and while getting ready to throw the dust down, you heard those two annoying voices call your name.

“Y/N! Y/N! We haven’t given you your gift yet!” You smiled mockingly as you said your address out loud, throwing the powder down and letting the green flames engulf you and send you back to the fireplace at your home.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, wasn’t it?” Your father teased as you brushed the floo powder off your clothes. “I know those boys irritate you but you’re going to have to learn how to deal with it unfortunately. I don’t believe that won’t be the only visit we make to the Weasley's burrow. You know your mum will want to invite them over too now.” He patted your shoulder and left the room.

You slipped off your shoes and headed upstairs, by the time you opened your door, there was an owl sitting at your windowsill once again. The same owl from before you left with the same tacky envelope.

You took it and opened it clumsily. You breathed out and began to read the messy handwriting.

It was very nice to see your face again! We missed you! 

They didn’t miss you, they missed playing pranks on you. 

So sweet for you to come over and see us! Can’t wait until we get back to school, we have a few surprises up our sleeves. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the dinner!

                                                Love, Gred and Forge

p.s. you forgot your gift! :(

You rolled your eyes as you tossed the card into the trash, walking up to the owl, you hadn’t noticed the small box in its claws, the owl dropped it in your hand, and you stared at it intently.

A small purple box, wrapped with an orange ribbon and tie on top. What’s with them and the colors purple and orange?

You noticed the owl was still sitting at your window as if it was waiting for you to give a letter back.

“Go on, shoo! I’m not sending anything back!” You waved the feathery bird off, lying back down on your bed, going back to analyzing the little box. You didn’t open it, you knew there was most likely some trick to it, maybe like a bunch of glitter would shoot out, or a million tiny fireworks. They wouldn’t give you a plain present, there always had to be something mischievous added to it.

You set it down on your nightstand by your bed. Maybe you’d open it. But not now, you’ll deal with whatever happens when you open it later.

✦✦✦

Maybe about two hours later that bloody owl had come back. You snatched the letter and tore it open, there was no more care in you to be neat with the envelopes.

It’s a bit rude to receive our letter and not respond, I thought you’d said before that you were the one with manners, Ms. Y/L/N. How’d you like your gift? Don’t leave us waiting and wondering! 

One of them had drawn a stick figure with a sad face, with tiny rows of tears falling from its eyes. You smiled at it, then stopped, going back to a straight face once you remembered who this drawing was from. You did not find the twins funny, you never will.

You stomped over to your desk, grabbing a piece of paper, a bottle of ink, and your quill, writing the only letter you would ever send them willingly.

The dinner was very nice, I’m grateful and appreciative that your mother let us come over. I thank her for that. I’m not trusting that box you gave me. I’m not sending any more letters to you two dimwits. Now, shut up and leave me alone you CREEPS!

You wrote the last word in red ink with multiple underlines, hoping they would get your message and finally leave you alone, you knew they wouldn’t, but you tried anyway. You signed your name off nicely, unbothered to put it in an envelope, you weren’t going to put a single bit of effort into anything that was for Fred and George. You gave your paper to your owl this time instead of theirs, giving her sweet words of appreciation and asking her for one extra favor.

“Bite Fred for me, or whichever twin is closer.” You smiled, sending your owl out your window and off into the air.

Only thirty minutes later your owl had returned with a letter, the same one you had sent to them, the only difference was that it had different writing on the back.

We’ll see about that. You let out an angry sigh, crumpling it up and throwing it into the bin, along with the various other purple envelopes. 

You closed and locked your window, putting your owl in her cage and letting her go to bed, covering her cage with a sheet so she wouldn’t be woken up by any light. Then, you decided to go to bed as well, hoping you would sleep through any other attempts of the boys trying to piss you off by sending you letters. 

Fortunately, after that it was silent. Unfortunately, your own thoughts were too loud, they were keeping you awake.

There was a small interaction you had with Fred, it lasted probably for only a minute. 

You were standing in the corner of the kitchen as everyone was conversing in their own separate groups. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking to your parents, Ginny and Hermione both complaining about Ron, Ron and Harry were debating about something Quidditch related with the twins.

All the social interaction had drained you, and you really needed to be alone. You excused yourself once again to the bathroom, which was on the third floor. You stood around for a little while in the bathroom, with how talkative your parents were, you knew you wouldn’t be leaving for the next few hours. 

You wondered how long you could be there, how long it would take for anybody to notice that you've been gone for an abnormally large amount of time. You realized you couldn’t hide in the bathroom forever so you left.

You reached the first floor when you realized you weren't ready to go back down where everyone was, you decided to wander down the hallway. Walking slowly and taking small steps, taking a look at each room with an open door. The rooms were a bit small but still nice, at least Ginny’s was still nice.

Her bed was neatly made, there was a wooden desk that had little trinkets lined up across it, a quill and ink sat carefully on top of some papers. Her wall had various Hogwarts and Gryffindor-related things stuck to it.

The next room was above hers, on the second floor. This one was a bit more spacious than the others. Two beds on opposite sides of the room, and another large wooden desk, the same as Ginny’s placed right in front of a window. Except this desk was messy, the whole room was messy.

Beds unmade, socks sprawled across the floor, clothes shoved poorly into their dresser drawer, some popular rock wizard bands posters terribly taped and quidditch medals pinned to the wall. Their desk had multiple crumpled-up balls of paper on it and around it, envelopes, drops, and splatters of black ink staining the glossy wood, candy wrappers, an open textbook nearly about to fall off the edge, and papers with sketches and such bad handwriting it looked like scribbles. 

You fully walked into the room and went over to the desk, picking up one of the parchments that had the most eligible writing. It was a list of sweets, apparently. You’ve never heard of these before.

- CANARY CREAM

- SCREAMING YO-YO

- FEVER FUDGE

- PUKING PASTILLE

- GLOW IN THE DARK GUM

- WEATHER IN A BOTTLE

“Hasn’t your mother told you not to snoop around?” A voice asked from behind you. You jumped and turned around quickly, only to see a tall, redheaded, smirking boy leaning against the doorway. 

Fred, you could tell it was him. He and George are easy to tell apart, for you at least. The way Fred carries himself, how he stands, how he looks, how he annoys you.

“Hasn’t yours told you not to sneak up on people?” You bit back. He shrugged and pushed himself away from the doorway, slowly walking towards you.

“Ah! You’ve found me and George's great ideas!” He nodded at the paper that was still in your hand. The paper that had their “great” ideas, sure.

“How are these great? Fever fudge? Puking pastille? Who would even want these? It’s sick!” You said disgustedly.

“They are sick. Literally.” He chuckled, only to get a grimace from you. “Anyways, kids who want to get out of class want these. But, we’re still working on them. Some of them haven’t worked out the way we wanted them to.” He trailed off.

“Yeah, like the canary cream.” You let out a small scoff.

“Listen, it was an accident!” Fred cried out, taking the paper from you.

“An accident you thought was hilarious.” You spat. Fred’s eyes wandered until they got stuck on a shiny piece of something in your hair. Confetti.

“Uh, you’ve got some confetti in your hair.” He pointed out. Your eyes grew wide in embarrassment, you’d been here the entire time with confetti still stuck in your hair and no one informed you about it. You took your fingers and immediately started combing through your hair.

“Did I get it?” You asked anxiously, Fred only shook his head from side to side. You repeated your actions and asked again, he repeated his again in response. 

“You know what, let me just…” He mumbled, his hand reaching out to your head, plucking out the piece with caution to not pluck out a strand of your hair as well, you didn’t stop him. “There. It’s out.” He gave you a tight-lipped smile.

There was a pause between you two. Time felt like it slowed down as he removed his hand from your hair. There was a twinkle in his eye, his face glowed in the moonlight which was the only source of light in the room. 

“Well, no thanks to you. You’re the one who caused it to get stuck there in the first place.” You shoved past him once again. Heading back downstairs.

Tossing, turning, constantly changing your position, removing blankets, flipping your pillows. Nothing seemed to help you get comfortable. You even tried the classic counting sheep. Nothing.

The moonlight peeked through your windows, and a large stripe of light shined on that stupid little box. You couldn’t take your eyes off it.

[sardonic-the-writer]

↳ notes: canon puck things that didn't fit properly in the lore timeline i have already set out. art of puck in the middle by @itosh1teru

↳ playlist: gorillaz/puck playlist

any phase — puck ad ons

• when writing lyrics, they get really into the motions, and can shut themself off from the outside world from days at a time

• puck doesn't have any social media apart from a twitter account they haven't touched since stage four. the only reason they even got it was as a distraction while trying to get clean

• the only numbers they have saved jn their personal phone are the bands, their cousins, and one or two friends they made through rehab. they have a second phone for strictly professional reasons, although occasionally 2D will get confused and call it instead

• for a brief period of time early on, murdoc tried to capitalize on the general publics interest in puck and get them on a series of radio broadcasts about themself, but it was shut down after one episode due to pucks refusal to talk about anything other than music; which no one was interested in listening to for an hour and a half

• puck has spent thousands of dollars over the years bailing murdoc out of jail over petty, and some not-so-petty, crimes. to this day, murdoc still owes them some ten thousand dollars for a stunt in mexico

• the only public event with paparazzi that puck hasn't outwardly expressed annoyance or anger for during was an interview with nardwar and russell that took place after a concert

• there's an old ebay account out there that was run by puck circa phase one and two with a bunch of sold gorillaz items. they used to auction off clothes or belongings of murdoc or 2d's whenever the two of them would piss them off bad enough. items sold include a pair of 2d's shoe laces, an angelina jolie bobble head with some questionable stains, one half eaten bag of sour cream and potato chips, and murdocs favorite leopard print thong

• when returning back to their hometown in the time before plastic beach, puck gets a job working at an ice cream shop to support themself. looking back on it, they're pretty sure their boss was a werewolf, but they thought it'd be rude to point that out, so they never said anything

• puck and 2d have a pair of matching friendship bracelets they wear that 2d made during his gap year in guatemala

• the twenty twenty gorillaz almanac was largely put together by the effort of puck and noodle; the former of which came to with the idea as a way to both pass the time in between working on song machine, and to provide the fans with something fun to read during quarantine

• their favorite music video that they've ever been in is a cross between humility and dirty harry, but their favorite music video that they ever directed was 19-2000

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What do you think would happen to Ron if he wished Ginny away to the labyrinth because he had a crisis over not being the youngest sibling

This seems like a write the fic moment to me.

(gif credit @franzias-cave)

Caveat

I don't think Ron had a crisis over not being the youngest sibling canonically.

Ron's sibling rivalry problem was in part because he was one of the youngest siblings, he got everything second hand from several brothers down the line, he didn't even get his own wand, and then he went into Hogwarts and had no way to distinguish himself compared to his brothers who'd already done everything better than he ever could.

Charlie's that cool brother who works with dragons now, Bill's off in exotic places breaking curses, Percy's prefect then head boy, Fred and George are extremely intelligent lunatics who make Ron's life a living hell (yes, guys, they beat his pigmy puff to death with bats, remember this), and there's Ron who gets in and immediately starts self-sabotaging because that way if he fails he's not really failing/was doomed to failure to start with.

Ginny's probably the sibling Ron least has a problem with/pays the least attention to/only occasionally remembers that there's also this nebulous sister hanging around.

Fred and George are getting wished to the Labyrinth far before Ginny ever would be by Ron.

The other caveat being I don't think Ron would. Ron's actually a very reasonable guy and usually the voice of "I think we shouldn't do that" canonically. With the exception of the Ford Angelina incident we have things like Ron not wanting to follow the spiders into the woods because that's insane, in Deathly Hallows being terrified for his sister in Hogwarts and also very concerned about Hermione having them live on a diet of magic mushrooms. Ron gets angry, insulted, and jealous but he's not usually doing anything extreme/fanciful such as wishing someone away to the goblins (that's a Hermione move right there).

So, I a) don't see Ron doing this to Ginny and b) don't see him doing it period.

Fred and George Wish Ginny to the Goblin King

But alright, we'll say Fred and George cursed their sister and sent her to the goblins. Somehow, because Ron's life is what it is, he's the one who gets the blame and has to deal with the Goblin King and get his sister back.

"Oh, tough luck, Ronniekins," George and or Fred hisses.

"Have fun in Fantasy Hell," Fred and or George adds.

Ron then has a terrible time trying to navigate the labyrinth to save Ginny, knowing he's not cut out for this, and because of that self-sabotage and lack of confidence... I imagine he does fail and now Ginny and Ron are both goblins in another dimension.

[t1oui]

so recently, for some reason, there have been a lot of people and accounts on my dash who are arguing against race-swapping - making white characters poc specifically - in the hp/marauders fandom and usually i stick to the mindset of "ship and let ship, headcanon and let headcanon" but oh my GOD, guys

there are some main arguments i've seen for why making white hp characters poc is "bad", and i will try my best to debunk all of them in a way that makes sense considering how done i am with this whole problem

i would also like to preface this by saying I AM WHITE. i am a white person who thinks race-swapping is a good thing in the hp fandom because it adds representation. anyways, onto the arguments:

1: what if a canon poc character was made white in fanfic/art? how would you feel then?

i'm sorry but when have you seen anybody doing that? there's a reason this argument starts with "what if" and not "remember when". if people are race-swapping, it's because they're looking to ADD representation.

2: but we already have so many amazing canon poc characters!

yeah, there are canon poc characters. remind me how many of them directly effect harry's life in a significant way? sure, there's cho, who he likes and goes on a date or two with. there's pavarti, who he went to the yule ball with. there's kingsley shacklebolt (just for the record, naming one of few canon black characters shacklebolt is a choice, but that's not what this post is about), who is a member of the order and the eventual minister for magic. there's lee, who runs potterwatch. there's angelina, who plays quidditch with harry, and there's dean, his roommate.

yes, there are canon poc characters who have speaking lines and help harry and make him feel things. but who are the main characters in the story? harry, ron, and hermione. who are harry's mentors? sirius and dumbledore. who does harry marry? ginny. who teaches him the patronus charm? remus. who's the mother of his godson? tonks. who's he fighting? voldemort.

see the problem here? none of those people, not ONE OF THEM, is a person of color. the point of race-swapping is not to undermine preexisting characters of color, it's to make the main cast - aka the people getting the most attention - more diverse. if you make even a few of those people poc - harry, hermione, remus - you're making a story that a lot more people can relate to, which is potentially a story a lot more people want to read. how many characters did i suggest changing? THREE. three. i am not going to go through and make sure there are no white people bc white people are evil. i am saying that it's not fair to argue for the already-existing poc characters when they're often going to be left on the sideline, as people making this argument well know.

3: it's just not necessary.

isn't a big part of fanfiction - and writing as a whole - to make characters you and others can relate to? if someone can relate more to hermione if she's black and this doesn't change the story drastically, all it does is attract more people, how is that a problem?

newsflash, people, jk rowling did a lot of things wrong. i'm not just talking about her own transphobia and sexism and etc etc, i'm talking about in her writing. if someone holds bigoted views, those will translate into their stories.

all poc characters exist to move the main white trio's story forward - cho is harry's first girlfriend and she barely gets a mention when they break up, pavarti goes to the yule ball with him and is rarely seen after that, lee is always in the background until he's doing something (running potterwatch) that benefits people. even characters like mary macdonald and dorcas meadowes are only mentioned in passing in relation to death eaters or voldemort.

harry potter is not a story about a white guy and all the poc people who stand by his side and are actively part of him saving the world, it is about a white guy and his white friends, family, and mentors who occasionally have character development because of an interaction with a poc. changing this isn't necessarily a bad thing.

4: but REALISTICALLY, this number of poc people makes sense because...

THIS IS A STORY ABOUT MAGIC PEOPLE. PEOPLE CAN TURN INTO ANIMALS AND FLY AROUND ON CARPETS AND BROOMS. why do you only care what's "realistic" when it's about non-white people?

5: every race deserves respect!

this is true. idk if you've noticed, but white people have been very respected throughout... idk, most of human history? this gives off the vibe of people who say "all lives matter"... that's true, but let's focus on the lives being threatened, right? that is to say, yes, all races deserve respect, but let's focus on the ones that aren't already respected (aka non-white races)

6: you have to COMMIT to it! if you're just changing their skin tone and/or saying "they're x race", that's lazy representation and they might as well be white.

so i've seen this one a lot, and i do agree that if there's going to be poc representation, it should be good! and yknow what? i've seen a LOT of good poc rep. sure, sometimes it's just a passing mention of harry or james's skin tone, but i've also seen stories with mentions of culture and food and even different names that are from their culture. i've seen people who focus on improving the minimal representation of canon poc characters while ALSO adding good rep for non-canon poc characters.

another thing about this argument: let's take a look at canon, shall we? when, in any time other than what the patil twins wear to the ball, is there a mention of a poc's culture? pretty much nowhere. if this is your argument, you have to realize that this "lazy representation" is EXACTLY what happened with canon poc.

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you don't have to agree with everything i said, and i know some of this was probably incorrect or not quite right since i haven't read the books in a while. that doesn't change my argument, though, which is that race-swapping when it means adding more representation is not a bad thing.

if anybody has anything to add on or anything to say about my comments on canon, feel free to comment/reblog with that :)

[elisedonut]

can you rec me some f/f fics in the hp fandom idc what ship or rating or whatever i am DYING WHY ARE THERE SO FEW WLW FICS :,)

im going to be real with you anon as much as I do like thinking of f/f and write it occasionally I don't actually read fics much at all

typically when i really want a wlw story I actually jump to anime/manga, VN's or webcomics dsjfasdl

like I've fallen head over for Lavender yeah but unlike Percy where when i first jumped in i would read anything in sight and only in the last few months have grown picky on how he's portrayed

with Lavender i was picky from the very start and my thoughts on her don't seem to line up well with what i have seen from others fsadjfljsd so i think about her far more then i actually seek out fics involving her

Thats not to say i don't have any but just a warning ig

most are short and most are from the rare pair servers flash comps

Also secondary warning make sure to check tags and such

One True Prediction 

Minerva McGonagall/Poppy Pomfrey

The Harry Potter Expert by lumosatnight 

Romilda Vane/Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown/Romilda Vane

The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo by venomousbarbie

Fleur Delacour/Ginny Weasley

AWW by AlihotsyTotsy

Hermione Granger/Angelina Johnson

The Coward and the Sneak by MidnightStargazer

Marietta Edgecombe/Pansy Parkinson

Though I will say something that's worked for me in the past when fic hunting when you don't have a specific ship you want is

Going to a character tag you like (or you know just the fandom page itself i normally do this to have less to look at so i tend to do characters i want to read)

filtering out everything except the couple type you want (so in this case everything but F/F though if you don't want gen fic make sure to click F/F in include as well)

and then excluding every popular character

(this is to get to the really fun rare stuff as well as cut out a lot of the people who are annoying and over tag characters

it makes it more likely to pull up fic actually related to the character you want but its a double edged sword since if you do like those popular characters they wont appear)

But overall it really cuts down the list fast and makes the search easier

then you can just add more or exclude more like normal

Like I just did this with Luna

cutting down a selection of 8k where most of the first page didn't even seem to be f/f focused to around 400 with all of the first page being what I was looking for and after sorting by length I got these three at the top

Metamorphosis by WantsUnicorns

Millicent Bulstrode/Luna Lovegood

The weight of surviving by vendettadays 

Cho Chang/Luna Lovegood

(make sure to check the tags before reading) give my name to the abyss by evawrites 

Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Luna Lovegood

I haven't read them so I can't vouch for quality but i think its a good example of stuff you can find

its one of the ways I used to hunt for Percy fics

you do have to tweak what character you use as your meat shields depending on who you've looking for and you'll always miss things but I just think that means you have more to discover later

[lady-wallace]

Hunters and Hunted: Vampire Hunter AU Part 1 (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

So I have FINALLY started writing for my Part 5 Vampire Hunter AU and...I'm very excited to share this with all of you because I have had so much fun writing this XD Halloween's coming early so enjoy!

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(Vampire Hunter AU) Giorno is a dhampir in a world where there are vampires and those that hunt them. When a ghoul takes things too far, Giorno is forced to take him out, but now he has an infamous hunter on his trail and his only options might be to join this man as an ally or be killed as an enemy.

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Read on Ao3

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It was not recommended to walk at night unless you were a hunter or one of the things that they hunted. Giorno Giovanna supposed he fell into the latter category, especially tonight as he had a particular reason to be out.

            The falling evening felt good on his face, close, comforting around him. It was easier to move through a crowd without notice, to slip his fingers into the occasional pocket of an unsuspecting gentleman hurrying home before the real monsters began to appear. Even those who pretended not to believe that vampires and other creatures of the sort didn’t exist made sure to make it behind closed doors by the time the sun fully left the horizon.

            “Did you hear?” said the hushed voices on the street. “Another girl was found dead—just a little thing. You think it was vam—”

            “Shh! It’s not our problem to speculate on. If it is, it will be dealt with…”

            Giorno paused briefly to riffle through the coin purses, filling his pockets with the money before tossing them aside, smiling with satisfaction. He’d had a good haul the last few days, enough to see him through the next month of expenses.

            Now for the other thing…

            He moved around the corner and collided with something that let out a small squeak. He instinctively reached out to steady the young woman, probably little older than he was .

            “Oh, I’m so sorry, signore,” she stuttered, blushing.

            “No harm done. I should have been looking where I was going. The fault is all mine, signorina,” Giorno replied apologetically. This close, he could see the flutter of a pulse in the girl’s pale throat, and he had to force himself to release his hold on her instead of pulling her closer and…

            Her companion took the girl’s hand and pulled her along. “Come on, Angelina, we need to get home.”

            “She’s right, it’s dangerous to be out after dark,” Giorno said with a gallant smile. “Do be careful on your way home.”

            The girls nodded and hurried off, hailing one of the many cabs on the street. Some nights Giorno also ran a cab—there was a man he borrowed one from to make a little extra money—but tonight he had other priorities that were making themselves more and more known the lower the sun dropped below the horizon line.

            The hunger gnawed at his stomach—a constant reminder and his hands were beginning to shake as well. He had to feed tonight. He’d tried to stave off the hunger but when he got this bad, regular food only made him ill. There was only one thing that could make him feel better now.

[smolwritingchick]

I’ve been studying my voice acting stuff so I haven’t been writing but I hope you all been well!! I finally have a vision on Jennie’s first solo album and comeback song in the story for 2018 😤🙌🏾

The first single is going to involve roller skating and even dancing in them. 🛼 I want it to be super unique and different. It’ll even have a viral dance move or something for it. I see it becoming a whole dance challenge for K-Pop fans. I’ll hook it up. She’ll spend many months training and training for better breath control while moving and dancing in skates. As well as work on her flexibility and balance. Dancing and moving in skates would be different and would be done occasionally. Most of the time it will be performed in regular shoes. She’d go over the top with the skates for MAMA Awards 2018. (I also would like her to be nominated for Best Female Artist and Best Dance Performance Solo.) I also have a pre-release track in mind just like what RM did for Come Back To Me.

And I thought of what the last song would be for her album. I want her album to end on a positive note. Especially to make black girls feel empowered. It gotta be Peng Black Girls Remix by Enny featuring Jorja Smith. Angelina will handle Enny’s verses while Jennie will sing Jorja Smith’s parts. It’ll be beautiful ❤️ love this song so much! It’s a banger. I know it’s based off the UK and all but even so, it’s still amazing and sends the message. Peng is British slang I believe, correct me if I’m wrong, I could change it for the story to pretty or something. Still brainstorming!

Also thought of how promoting would go for her album. I definitely want her to record a Tiny Desk performance.

[slytherindisaster]

Dancing with demons dancing with demons dancing with demons 😍😍😍

Thank you for the ask!! Look at me finally writing something for this wip since forever ago 😂

[Fred and Lily Anne] stepped out on the train corridor, shutting the doors to the compartment behind them. They looked around, but despite what their friend had just announced, the lady with the snack trolley was nowhere in sight.

"Let's go, she's probably in the car before us already," said Lily, starting to walk, before he could even answer.

They slowly walked through the narrow corridor, passing by other compartments, occasionally waving to some friends they spotted inside. The silence was weighing in between them, contrasting with the joyous atmosphere they left their friends in. Considering that just a few moments before she was cracking jokes with their mates, and now she barely uttered any words to him, Fred had an idea of what could be on her mind. Because it was bothering him, too.

When they reached the end of the carriage, he pushed past her and stopped her before she could open the door and get to the next one.

"Are we seriously not going to talk about it?" He asked, looking into her face.

"About what?" Her voice was nonchalant, but she casted her eyes to the floor.

"You know damn well what. The letter that you sent me in July?"

"I sent you tons of letters over the summer, I don’t know why you're being so annoying about that."

She reached forward to try to open the door, but he moved, covering the handle with his body.

"You sent a ton of letters to me and George. You sent exactly one letter addressed specifically to me, asking me not to go to the Quidditch World Cup."

"I was just jealous. It wasn't that serious…"

"It was a bloody warning! I mean, it was weird in the first place, but after everything that happened… you're really going to pretend it's nothing?"

"I just…" Lily started to fidget with the Galleon Angelina gave her, "I don't know, I had this… feeling you shouldn't be there. I mean, better safe than sorry or something."

"A feeling?" He huffed. "You had a feeling that there was going to be a riot? What, are you suddenly a seer or something?"

"I don't know!" She finally raised her head to look at him again. "It’s not exactly normal for me either, okay? But I was scared, you can't really blame me for trying to look out for you!"

Fred looked at her as she forcefully put her hands in the pockets of her pants, again avoiding his curious gaze.

"Did you tell anyone?" She asked after a moment of silence.

"No. Before, I thought you were just messing with me, and after… I just wanted to talk to you about it first."

"So not even George knows what I wrote you?"

Suddenly, he chuckled, and a bright blush slowly appeared on his freckled cheeks.

"No. But you should probably know that now he's convinced we have a secret romance going on."

Lily groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

"That's why he gave me that weird look in the morning!"

Fred nodded his head slowly, and his chuckle developed into a burst of laughter. It didn't take long for Lily Anne to join in, despite the initial embarrassment. The tension was suddenly gone, even if just briefly, and Fred finally pushed the door behind him, resuming their search for the snacks.

"Let's get those Pumpkin Pasties before they send a search party for us."

Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic!

[charissekenion]

Usually the process for this newsletter goes one of two ways; the first way is ultra-planned and I’ll be sure to divide the content into different sections. The second way is I’ll just wake up with inspiration and write it down like a stream of consciousness.

This week though, I made several notes on things I wanted to talk about - Doja Cat AT Schiaparelli! Mikayla Noguiera’s allegedly fake lashes! I started writing the newsletter last night but was feeling tired so I just left it on draft. However, once I got into bed last night I decided that I would probably leave the newsletter until next week, because I knew there were several tasks on my list for today and I love a Friday admin tidy up. IYKYK.

The subject of the TikTok (and accompanying podcast) is ‘90s model Jenny Shimizu, a self-proclaimed ‘gay Japanese car mechanic with short hair and tattoos’ who went on to inspire a generation of Asian and queer women who felt completely unseen by fashion, beauty and media.

The response so far has been over 1million views, over 22,000 saves and over 1,200 comments. This is a record for a small creator like me; I’ve been consistently posting (as in a couple of videos per week) since September 2022 but I really just joined TikTok to find a different audience. Instagram has been a dry and dusty desert for a while now, and I’ve intentionally been spending less time over there. For me TikTok has this sense of opportunity to find others that like similar things. I have never thought of it in a financial sense or ever really cared about accruing followers. Instead it feels like a place where I get to do what I want; which is often to talk about makeup, moments in beauty, people who have made a mark on me.

Occasionally something will inspire me and also be newsworthy, such as Doja Cat at Schiaparelli covered in red Swarovski crystals. Before this Jenny video, that video was my most popular - but even if it hadn’t been, I still would have made it. And if Jenny only reached 10 people, and ONE of them told me ‘yes, Jenny was the only person who helped me feel seen’, then I would be so happy.

Someone interviewed me the other day as part of a podcast prep and they asked me about my purpose and why I do what I do. Honestly, it might sound corny but I really do see beauty in everything/everyone and I’m curious about it and I think I want others to feel curious too. So when I make a video, it’s actually for me, in the sense that, I enjoy sharing the information or story.

The comments on this video are 99.9% positive - which is a first, and of course, could absolutely change - and they are split between love and desire. There are a lot of women in the comments talking about how Jenny was their obsession back in the ‘90s, how they discovered her in teen drama Foxfire and wish she’d actually married Angelina Jolie (full info in the TikTok if you’re intrigued!).

But the most important comments are from young Asian women who hadn’t seen Jenny before. To see people saying ‘thank you’ on a video means more than anything. Many of those thank yous have been women who are simply happy to be reminded of Jenny’s existence. A comment from producermama reads: ‘I remember having 0 beauty role models as an Asian woman and adored Jenny. I buzzed my hair in 1989 BC of her and loved it.’ Pinkorchid wrote: ‘Being Asian, she was an idol to me.’ These comments are the reason I make videos and why I’m sharing this ramble today. I hope it inspires you to create things you truly feel, without worrying about The Algorithm. Until then, listen to the Jenny Shimizu episode of BeautyMe, or check out my TikTok!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYL1UQsY/

[ireallylovepupplies101stuff]

My Character Bob

Name: 💎 Bianco.

Nickname: Bob, Bobby, Sib, etc 

Age: early 20s

Family: older brother (Santo) with kids, older sister(Angelina), divorced parents (Renata and Joe), dog (Susie), cat (Angel)

Appearance: Short black wavy hair, pale skin, brown eyes, average height. Wears a gray beanie, blue jeans, gray sneakers, either wearing a gray t-shirt, or a gray hoodie/jacket/sweater while wearing a themed/work shirt, occasionally wears random pins and buttons for accessories.

(This is a link to a drawing my super sweet and amazing friend made for me for Bob. :3 )

Likes: Animals, children, reading, videogames, cartoons, writing, plushies, sweets, cheese, punk rock music, a really good sandwich.

Dislikes: Rude people, videogames, spicy food, gory movies, bugs, being talked down to.

Personality: Chill most of the time, introverted but can act extroverted for work, open minded, easily frustrated when stuck on a game, shy over singing publicly in front of adults, but likes singing to kids, has a potty mouth but can censor themself in front of kids and family, hates when people treats others poorly and speaks up when it happens, also has crazy impressive protective instincts that even surprises them. Tends to get anxious and overthink things they consider they do wrong.

History: Grew up as a sensitive, easily scared kid. With their parents splitting up when they were a toddler, their older brother took out his frustrations on them since he always got an “amusing” reaction out of his younger sibling, while their older sister mothered them due to their large age gap. Their Dad is a non-confrontational man, doing his best to raise his kids when getting full custody of them, but struggles to stop Bob’s older brother from picking on them. Bob would go spend the summer with their mom as they grew up after she moved away, though with their dad barely doing anything to help, they didn’t talk to their mom often about the problems they were having.

Outside of family, Bob was an easy target for kids their age to pick on them, so they didn’t have many friends while growing up. Most of the time they’d have their nose deep in a book to hide from the real world and mentally escape just for a little bit. Though for some reason the kids younger than Bob would always be drawn to them and want to play. So, Bob grew to like younger kids, playing with them, helping them out with homework, and/or babysitting them occasionally.

As they got older and started building up their own identity, Bob started learning to stand their ground more. Their older brother started backing off due to that and from becoming a father himself, though they still aren’t close, while things with their sister got complicated, unfortunately.

Realizing they weren’t happy, Bob tries pursuing things in their life that made them feel better. They enjoy working with children, spend their free time writing, playing music, gaming (even if that’s a love/hate situation), and watching animation shows/movies. They also adopted a dog named Susie, who is a Beagle/Jack-Russel, and a black cat named Angel, very hyper, very smart, and very loving animals towards Bob. They’re doing much better as an adult, and is much happier.

Fun facts:

-Bob has a really old plush doll sheep they held onto since they were 4. They struggle to sleep without it, mostly due to not knowing what else to do with their arms in order to sleep comfortably.

-Blood makes them uncomfortable. They can handle patching up a wound, but they feel sick at the sight of it.

-They prefer being a nightowl but due to working in childcare Bob has to wake up early.

-They had a dog when they were really little. A black lab named Shadow.

-Birthdays never seem to go right for Bob. Either always getting sick right on their birthday, or things get, COMPLICATED. As an adult they just stick with simple birthday dinners with loved ones.

-They have freakishly good eyesight. Able to read small print at a distance and see color shades better.

-Can't draw to save their life. At best they can draw stick figures and a few basic stuff like a flower.

-They're better with dogs than cats. They love their pets dearly but they had to do hardcore research to learn how to take care of Angel. There was a lot of trial and error.

-They're not a big cook, but they can make a few good Italian dishes thanks to their dad's parents.

[etherealthrillz]

➵ ABOUT ME

I'm Alexa or you can call me Alex - I'm not usually called by that name but I'd also prefer to be called by that. I'm 18 and go by she/her and they/them pronouns. I'm an Aquarius.

Other things about me: I'm from South-East Asia. I'm bisexual and non-binary. INTJ.

Hobbies: I love to draw (I'm an artist), read, and occasionally write. I'm also getting into editing.

Favorite Singers/Groups: Demi Lovato, Little Mix (Leigh-Anne Pinnock, Jade Thirlwall, Perrie Edwards), Lady Gaga, Ariana Grande, Chase Atlantic.

Favorite Actresses: Elizabeth Olsen, Cate Blanchett, Charlize Theron, Scarlett Johansson, Angelina Jolie, Sandra Bullock, Kate Winslet, Sarah Paulson, Tessa Thompson, Danai Gurira.

Misc. Favorites: Katy Perry, Miley Cyrus, Lauren Jauregui, King Princess, FLO, Kristen Stewart, Gwendoline Christie, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth.

divider credits to: @cafekitsune @saradika

General Fandoms: Marvel, Ocean's 8, Game of Thrones, Twilight Saga.

[hiddenpxpercuts]

Was that [ZION MORENO]? Oh no no, that was just [DOT WARNER], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [ANIMANICS]. They are [TWENTY-FIVE] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

Dot has been in Washington D.C for less then a year..

Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca III, more commonly known as Dot Warner, is the youngest Warner sibling and one of the protagonists of the TV series Animaniacs and its reboot (along with her brothers Yakko and Wakko). She is an anthropomorphic cartoon of undetermined species.As she is the only girl in her family, she often refers to herself as "and the Warner sister!" She is also the self-proclaimed cutest character on the show and takes great pride in her appearance, as well as her sardonic wit.

Dot is the baby of the family and knows it; she is not above using her cuteness to get what she wants, and if she fails, she uses incredible violence. Her comedy tends to rely on unexpectedness; she uses her adorable persona to lower her enemy's expectations, before setting loose one of her monstrous pets on them, or whacking them with a mallet. She is outgoing, enjoying the social life, and is also very witty and intelligent. Despite being the youngest Warner sibling, she is very self-reliant and confident, and in fact often ends up taking care of Wakko instead of the other way around, lecturing him about not going to class and informing him they'll explain heavy-handed metaphors "when he's older." She's also very determined, and is known to never quit until she gets her way.The original pitch bible describes her as "all animated female characters have never been. She is acerbic, witty, violent and (above it all) cute. (She can't help it… she just is!)"[15] In "Be Like Me," Dot describes herself as "perfect, funny, cute and smart and strong," as well as being able to kick the butt of her adversaries.Dot can be very blunt and rude, sometimes on purpose; she doesn't care if she's annoying people at all, and in fact will revel in the attention she gets. She does, however, get upset when she is not successful in her endeavours, often getting more snippy and aggressive. She gets angry more often than her brothers- and sometimes at her brothers, especially if they're flirting with someone in front of her. ("Boys. Go fig.") Despite that, she is just as flirtatious with men, often jumping into their arms, trying to kiss them and asking their relationship status.The pitch bible describes her by saying that "she can do anything the boys can do and still look cute (and she knows it)." She sometimes uses her femininity to her advantage, such as acting shocked that the King would allow a "poor, helpless girl" to scout for him in "The Three Muska-Warners." She also uses her cuteness as a weapon to get her and her siblings out of difficult situations, usually against Mr. Crazy Person; she will regress into "baby talk" and bat her eyelashes. However, when not intentionally using these underestimations against her enemies, being treated as a baby angers her.[16]She is very musically talented, being able to play any instrument,[15] despite not being able to read sheet music. However, many others (including her brothers) claim she has a horrible singing voice. Yakko also will occasionally comment that she's not a very good actress. She also enjoys books, though she needs a certain level of noise in order to focus- she can't read while her brothers are playing war, but if it's too quiet, she will turn on heavy metal music;[17] her trait of being unable to focus when distracted by small noises is consistent.[18] Dot can also be a bit hyperactive, and doesn't often sit still; instead, she'll often be looking around or doing makeup. She also has difficulty paying attention, as seen when Plotz requested she write a letter for him and instead she doodled her and her celebrity crush, Mel Gibson.Despite her confidence, she has moments of sensitivity; she cries when given an F in "Chalkboard Bungle", and has a meltdown over flubbing her lines of "Cutie and the Beast." In the same episode, she becomes upset at the idea of someone else being cute- which she considers her territory. She also becomes upset in the reboot upon getting a zit, believing it to not be a good look for her until she befriends it. However, she seems to take comfort in finding herself cute, despite what others say; in "Fear and Laughter in Burbank", when she is shown a vision of herself as elderly, she excitedly asks her older self if she's ready to adopt cats.Dot has always been a feminist, becoming upset if she believes someone is looking down on her or others for their gender. This trait is featured prominently in the reboot, in which she has songs about the suffragette movement and the first ladies of the United States, as well as her outright ordering a man to stop being sexist.While the Warner siblings love each other, Dot will often become angry at her brothers; as mentioned, especially when they are acting like idiots because they've seen a pretty girl, or when they try to tease her. She and Yakko butt heads sometimes, as shown in their incessant bickering during "I'm Mad" and their extended argument in "Cutie and the Beast."Dot has several recurring quirks; she tends to refer to people as "kid," a term she may have picked up from her past friendship with Fanny Brice. She also will pull out a box and introduce people to her "pet," only for a terrifying monster to leap out. (In "Space-Probed," one of her pets falls in love with the Xenomorph.) She will also sometimes pull off frightening and/or improbable feats, before saying that it's "Just a little thing I do." Also, notably, she despises the nickname "Dottie," possibly due to its usage as an adjective to describe someone who is insane. She often says that anyone who calls her Dottie will die, and follows through on her threat in "Dottie the Squirrel." The only time she has heard someone refer to her by this name and not reacted negatively is when it has been used by her brothers: Yakko used it in "The Three Muska-Warners," and both brothers sang it in "At the Big Wrap Party Tonight"[19] and "Wagon Sled."[20]

For more info, check out this. https://animaniacs.fandom.com/wiki/Dot_Warner

[nctloveclub]

you have bewitched me body and soul

## NAVIGATION !!

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## RECENT WORKS !!

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psst i have no idea who i'm writing for at this point so lets just wing it el oh el

© ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO NCTLOVECLUB. do not steal, repost, plagiarize, and use my work.

[cottagecori]

Without Her (Part One)

An It’s Complicated x Reader Newsies Imagine 

(Gender Neutral I’m 99.9% sure-please tell me if I’m wrong and need to change anything)

Prompt List|Masterlist|Request Something

Thanks a billion to @icanneverbesatisfied, @whizzvins, @leftmyurlinmyotherpants, and @purple-heart-anon for looking over this and convincing me that it’s not trash

Requested: No

Era: Modern

Summary: You’ve spent too long pining after a Dream, so you decide to chase a Reality instead. (part one of three)

Word Count: 2060

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Please tell me if i missed any?

Tag List: @black-flower-crowns, @littlebitfluffy,@cringeguild, @psychedemigod ((you didn’t ask to be tagged but you liked the sneak peeks so here we are))

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It must have been eleven in the evening, but in a city like New York, the night had barely begun. The bars were bursting with patrons, spilling intoxicated masses into the paths of lonely strangers walking around in hopes of catching someone’s eye. The hordes of teenagers were embracing their newfound freedoms, climbing walls and shouting from rooftops. The young adults were walking home from the jobs they wanted to leave behind. Friends conversing, lovers displaying their affection, families consoling one another in the brisk air of the dusk fallen utopia. Everyone had a purpose, they had a reason to be here under the starless sky. They let the beauty of New York embrace them and leave them breathless as they journeyed into the night. The city seemed to breathe life into its citizens while it squeezed the very same out of you.

The frigid air would normally be a wonderful change of pace from the tepid waves of humidity that summer brought, but tonight it was anything but. Instead of feeling a cool breeze run down your back, the energetic goosebumps lining your skin, the magic of fall spreading from your head to your toes, you only felt cold. It burned your lungs as you walked through the side streets, a symphony of buzzing neon signs as your soundtrack, your path illuminated by old, dying street lamps. You wrapped your arms around yourself, holding your sweater tighter to your skin as if it would make any difference whatsoever. A nearly empty bottle graced your lips before slipping through your fingers onto the pavement below. The glass crunched under your shoes, as you kept walking, in no mood to stand still.

You wandered through the cold, allowing yourself to be whisked into the crowds of many trying to celebrate something of which had no meaning. It had no effect on you. You were numb. There had been people who called out for you, but the world outside your head did not matter. You were deaf to their blathering. The blisters forming on your boot-clad feet did not bring you pain. You were lost in your own body.

The overwhelming number of people around started to dwindle as the night went along, but you were still strolling without a purpose. That was until you came across an eerily familiar staircase. The staircase to her third story walk-up.

You stood in front of that godforsaken door, cursing that your own body would betray you in such a manner. That door, one which you had begged her to paint over but was still that awful shade of green, was the entryway to the new chapter of her life. A chapter that excluded you in its narrative.

“This can’t be how our story ends,” you thought to yourself. “I have to do something.”

Your thoughts became maddeningly loud as they shouted at you, but minutes passed with you simply standing frozen before her home. Suddenly, your hand was raised to rap against the hard oak, but a chill overcame you and, fortunately, so did sense.

You let your body lead you away and once again began roaming aimlessly. The wind pushed you along and you had no choice but to let it. You had no clue where you were going. There were no landmarks to help you, just brownstones, the kind she always wanted.

The houses all looked the same at this time of night, as the city lights dimmed to match the sun rising over the horizon. The world brightened as your own outlook darkened. If she couldn't love you, who could?

At five in the morning, you found yourself crying into your sleeves while you stumbled up the walkway to a familiar apartment building. With the turn of a key, you walked into the warm atmosphere and up the three flights to number 189.

The door opened with little resistance and you fell to your knees as it slammed behind you. A voice rang out but it sounded like static as your sobs took over the silence in your own head.

“I can’t do it. I can’t. I don’t know if I can go on without her. I don’t think that I’ll survive.”

Someone’s arms wrapped themselves around your torso and under your legs as you cried your sorrows away.

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It was noon when you awoke again, nursing a hangover as strong as the body cradling you.

“I don’t know why you do this to yourself,” a worried voice breathed out above you once you made your consciousness known.

“What do I have to lose?” You sank into his embrace and let him tuck your hair behind your ears, smiling meekly to yourself.

“Your overall state of well-being? Your mental health? Any chance of ever finding love again?” His words trailed off after he noticed your glassy-eyed gaze. “Y/N, you’ve been like this for months. When will you ever learn?”

Davey untangled his body from yours and left you alone. He knew he shouldn’t have, since there was no doubt in his mind that you would be contemplating the one thing he wished you wouldn’t: how to get her back.

It had been the only thing you had thought of since the moment she ended your year and a half long relationship. Davey knew that you wouldn’t stop until she was yours once again, but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t dreamt of you seeing the light and running into his arms instead. But alas, some things are only meant to be dreamt of, not to become reality for the broken-hearted.

You barely recognized his absence as her words swirled around your mind.

“He’s what matters to me, Y/N. What we had was special, but it’s not what I care about anymore. I-uh, that’s not what I meant. Well, geez, you’d think for a writer, eloquence when speaking would come naturally. Y/N, I love you and I always will, but I can’t be with you, not while my heart belongs to him. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you.” Her deep sigh broke the tense air as you fought the tears forming in your eyes. “Goodbye, and good luck. You will find someone who will love you in a way that you deserve. I’m just sorry that it couldn’t be me,” her words were punctuated with a kiss to your forehead before she disappeared from your sight but never from your heart.

You have pondered that moment over and over since the second it ended, always drawing the same conclusion. If you had fought for her, you wouldn’t be missing her. She would still be in your arms, as you sang her sweet songs of romance. But as you sat there replaying that scene in your head for what seemed to be the millionth time, something inside of you clicked.

You had spent months and months living in that past, the past where you had her, but what good did it do you? Davey was right, you had put yourself through too much heartache over a girl who had no trouble ending your whole world to kick you out of hers. She made her choice, and now you had begun to see that it was time to make yours.

“I’m done missing you,” the words bubbled up inside of you and escaped your lips before you could understand just exactly what they meant. It didn’t matter though, you had to get over her somehow, and the first step was to lead a life without her in it.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and raced out of the room to find your friend hunched over the stove. “Davey!” A startled shriek left the boy as a piece of toast flew across the kitchen causing you to burst out in laughter.

“Y/N, you can’t just scare a man like that!”

“Well, that’s a relief because there is no man in sight.”

His hand flew to his heart as he feigned hurt. “Damn, Y/N.” A smirk blessed your features and you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before taking a seat at the island across from him. “You must feel better, huh?”

A laugh erupted from your chest and, although it hurt your ears, you felt at peace. “My head is pounding, my mouth tastes of bile, and I can’t run my hand through my hair without tugging on at least fifteen knots. I feel immaculate, ethereal, weightless.” You spun on your chair, with your arms raised in the air and with the energy of an excited child.

He couldn’t help but admire the beauty of your smile and the brightness you exuded. Oh, how he wished that he could make you that happy every day for the rest of your life.

“What brought on such a change? Where’s that gloomy girl I’ve come to know and somewhat despise?” His commentary was met with your glare but a small grin told him that you were not upset.

“She’s been destroyed, erased. Her reign of terror is now over. Long live happiness and newfound freedom from the weights of ruptured hearts!” A veil of confusion swept over your friend who normally understood everything.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m moving on, Davey!” His heart sped up so quickly, he was afraid it would burn a hole right through his chest. “I’m breaking free from her chains! Katherine has held onto my heart for too long, and now I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine!”

“Oh, really now?” A thick layer of sarcasm coated Davey’s words to hide his excitement from you. “And how are you planning on doing that, exactly?”

“With your help.” The lump stuck in his throat was unbeknownst to you as you jumped around his kitchen. “You, my loyal and trusty wingman, are going to help me get back out there. It’s been well over two years since I’ve hit the dating scene, and I’ll need a guide.”

“Why not ask Racer or Romeo or even Specs? They’ve certainly had more success in that field than myself.” A light chuckle escaped you as you placed yourself on top of the counter beside him.

“Yes, but they’re looking for quick and unfulfilling, I’m asking for substance. If anyone can help me with my search for something real, it’s David Jacobs.” He almost scoffed before he realized that you weren’t finished, “also, you’re about to burn your eggs.”

A frantic disposition quickly overcame him as he turned off the flame whilst nearly dropping the mug of jasmine tea he held in his hand. Your laugh sounded through the apartment as his deep breaths filled your ears.

“Jesus Christ. You’re almost as much of a mess as I am. That’s a comforting thought.” You placed your hand caringly on his shoulder as he started to giggle.

“Excuse you, I am nowhere near that much of a catastrophe.” You shot him a questioning glance, “Okay, yeah, nevermind I see your point. But how are we going to begin this quest for true love? Finding a meaningful and long-lasting relationship isn’t exactly the simplest thing to accomplish.”

“We start where all good stories do.”

A groan came from his mouth, signifying his knowledge of your destination. “Really?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. We go to The Bowery.” An exasperated sigh left your best friend because, even though he loved the woman in charge, Medda’s Nightclub exuded trouble and danger. “But not tonight, I’m still trying to shake off last night’s tequila shots.” You kissed his cheek before gathering your things. “I’m going to go puke in your toilet, and then head home and recover. I’ll call you tomorrow with a game plan, so please don’t lose your phone or drop it in your organic herbal tea like last time, alright? I have a lot of ideas. Goodbye, David Jacobs. Till our paths cross again.”

“Promise you’ll be okay alone with your thoughts? That you’ll actually stay true to this newborn idea of letting her go? I can’t stand to see you broken any longer.”

You turned to meet his concerned stare before drawing an x on your chest with your finger. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” A smile brightened his features as you blew him a kiss and went on your way.

to be continued...

[theleftovertaco]

Don’t Move

I finally got to the cockwarming ask, but for this one I’m pretty much going to stick with about 5 people, being Harry, Neville, Fred, George, and Draco. If you want me to do the others or anyone else please send me an ask and I’ll write it for you then but holidays are still a little hectic so for now I’m only posting these five

This is still pretty much dom!reader

Also this is pretty clear but obviously don’t read this if you’re a kid 

Ok now to the good shit

Fred

Fred and you were lying alone on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, studying for finals

He was distracted, to say the least- by pranks, by summer holiday

It was impossible to get his little ADHD brain to focus

So you unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick

“What are you doing, Y/N?!” as you sunk down on him, trailing kisses up his jaw

“You memorize the thirteen ogre wars, and I’ll let you cum.” “Are you fucking kidding me, please love.”

You didn’t move, just slightly shifted over time to make him squirm

He had them down in about 20 minutes 

And you always keep your promises

George

You were in the common room watching Fred shoot his shot with Angelina while cuddling with George

George was quiet. Too quiet. He was the less loud of the twin duo, but even for him this was quiet

So you turned to him, “What’s wrong, sunshine?” And he kinda just looked at you really needily

You understood pretty quickly, and under your shared blanket, you let him slip inside you and he whined some under his breath

“Baby, please.” “Please what, hm sunshine?” “Please fucking move!”

You just made him wait until much later when the common room cleared out entirely and then you rode him until he came

Harry

Harry is always fucking stressed with his chosen one shit

To be honest, as his S/O, its exhausting, but you know he’s ten times more stressed at any given moment than you are

Harry develops sensory overload over time, and sometimes he needs one single sensation to focus on

You provide that for him, so after a talk with Dumbledore late one night, you sneak into the boys dorm while his mates are all out and join him under his covers

“What are you doing, love?” “Shhh, tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

He doesn’t tell you to stop, more just begs you to continue

He holds onto you as you let him release, and when you’re finished, he looks like he might cry

“Shhh, honey, you did so good. So perfecct for me.” 

Aftercare is always a much with your boy

Draco

Draco can be a bit of a pompous git sometimes

He occasionally needs someone to remind him of his place

After an argument where he gets a little too cheeky, you’ve had enough and you push him into an empty classroom

“Whoa, if you wanted me this bad, you should have just said so- wait, what are you doing?”

You just hummed in response

“Aren’t you going to move?” “No, I don’t think I will.” “Love, please.”

After about 30 minutes of him trying to rock up into you, and you holding him down every time he tries, you get up and leave, with him confused and hard

It was maybe the most fun you had both had in weeks

Neville

Neville loved herbology, that we all know

And often when he was excited about something he read in a herbology book that you got him, he would read it aloud to you

After getting him a new book, you settled down with him to read it

At some point, you pulled him out of his boxers and sank down and he responded with a choked sound and a look of surprise

“Uhh, Y/N, I-” “Shh, read your book to me, baby.” “But I-” “Get through another chapter and I’ll let you come.”

He responded with a shaky nod and continued

Listening to his choked off sounds and shivering voice was the cutest and hottest thing ever, in your opinion

He though so too, apparently, since after it became a regular occurrence following a stressful day

Yea ok that’s it tell me if you want more bye 

[allthatyoulove]

Butterflies and Flowers

Fred Weasley / Reader

Summary: You help a very drunk Fred Weasley to bed.

Includes: underage drinking/smoking, fluff,  suggestive/sexual situations (nothing explicit)

Words: 2.1k

A/N: This was a one shot I wrote that was requested by one of my friends :) Will probably do another one like this in the future, I really enjoyed writing it! Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed! Thanks for stopping by :)

(Also: In my version of this story, the boys and girls dorms are still separated, but each person has their own room)

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It was 3 am.

On a school night.

Everyone else had left the gryffindor common room, with our group being left with all of the confetti, plastic cups, and streamers on the floor.

The music continued to play in the back with the group around the room. Hermione and Ginny were dancing in the middle of the room, with Ron sitting on the couch and dancing along with them from there, struggling to keep his eyes open. Harry was filling up his drink again before I spotted him and stole it from him, telling him he was cut off. He drunkenly smiled at me, before he stumbled over to Ginny and started to dance with her. He always complains the next day about a hangover, so I figured I’d help him out. Especially considering it’s a Thursday.

Fred and George were in the corner, smoking. Fred was already drunk out of his mind, so I giggled upon seeing him staring at a spot on the floor. George was moving his head to the music and singing along. The party had died down a couple hours ago, but our group always liked to stay a couple more hours by ourselves.

I had a few drinks earlier with everyone, but I stopped after my 5th shot. Fred… kept going. I decided I’d save the blackouts for the weekend.

I started to walk over to Fred, him raising his head to look up at me as I was halfway. He smiled at me, opening his arms as wide as they could go. I smiled back at him, laughing at how adorable he looked.

“Having a good time, Freddie?” I said, plopping myself on the couch between him and George and setting the cup on the table. I rested my hand on his knee as he wrapped his arms around me in a side hug, pulling me into him. I brought my other hand to rest on his arm that was around me, smiling to myself.

“The best.” He whispered in my ear, putting his head against mine. Butterflies stirred in my stomach, my body heating up.

Hermione came up to us with Ron behind her, both of them red in the face.

“W’re g’nna head off. See you guys t’morrow!” She said, waving to everyone before going up the stairs to the rooms. Everyone giggled to themselves before Harry came up to us as well.

“Right, well, Ginny and I are going also. See ya” He said, taking her hand and heading up after Hermione and Ron. Ginny giggled the entire way up, trying to push Harry up the stairs.

George was the first to speak up. “Do you think they know where the girls' dormitories are?”

Fred and I laughed, choosing to not reply and let him come to a conclusion himself. A couple seconds passed before he spoke again.

“Ohhh…… ew” he faked a full body shiver before he stood up, brushing himself off and looking around to make sure he didn’t forget anything.

“I’m going to see if Angelina needs to be tucked in, you kids be safe”

I blushed and laughed, slapping his arm as he walked by. He winked at me and left, leaving Fred and I alone.

He was still resting his head on mine, with his arms around mine. The music had been turned down, which I just came to realize.

I tapped his arm that was wrapped around me, moving to get up as he let out a groan next to me and mumbled something incoherent.

“C’mon Freddie, let’s get you to bed”

He smiled up at me as I stood, his hands holding onto mine as his smile turned into a smirk.

“Try’na get me to bed, are ya?”

I laughed and blushed, pulling his arms to help him get up.

“Yes Fred, I’ve just been dying to get you to bed. Now let’s go” I said in a monotone voice.

He gave a short laugh, standing up and wrapping his arms around my neck, looking down at me. We were standing between the table and the couch, extremely close.

“Hi” he whispered to me, touching my cheek with his knuckle lightly.

“Hi” I whispered back, giving him a short smile before clearing my throat and looking down. “Can you walk?” I asked him, trying to ignore the tension between us.

I didn’t want our first kiss to be while he’s plastered, I wanted it to be something he’d be able to remember. And something he’d be aware he’s doing.

“Can walk just fine.”

I could feel him staring down at me, so I chose to instead focus on wrapping my arms around his hips and helping him anyway because I knew he was lying about being able to walk.

He let out a low chuckle and kept his arm around my shoulder as I picked up the drink I set down earlier and chugged the rest of it, throwing it near a pile of other cups.

“Woah... maybe I should be the one walking you to your room, love” He said, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. He waited a beat before talking again, “Actually, that sounds like a great idea. Can we go over to your dorm instead?��

The butterflies in my stomach came back full force, warming my face and filling my brain with the thought of Fred in my dorm room.

“What’s wrong with your dorm? Wouldn’t want to miss George sneaking in at 5 am, would you?”

“Ther’s  like.... 4 horny teenagers over there. I don’t feel like trying to sleep in the room next to them”

I laughed lightly, tightening my hold on his waist and beginning to walk towards the stairs.

To the girls dormitories.

“Yay” He said, wiggling his hips a little bit and smiling. I laughed at him, guiding him up to the first step of the spiral staircase. He held onto the railing and stumbled a bit, but had surprisingly good balance for the amount that he drank.

He reached the top of the staircase and walked down the hallway to my exact room, throwing me off a bit. He turned to wait for me to open the door with a neutral expression on his face while I looked at him confused.

“How do you know this is my dorm?”

His eyes were closed, but his eyebrows raised and he pursed his lips as he thought of an excuse.

“Umm…. I…. I jus- I guessed.”

He opened one eye to look at me as I brought my eyebrows down in thought, pursing my lips as well.

“Right.” He smiled a this-is-my-best-excuse smile at me as we stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“Fred if you don’t tell me how you know this is my dorm y’aren’t going inside, bud”

He shot his hand up to his chest, pretending to be wounded at the use of “bud”, knowing I only use that when I want him to tell me the truth about something.

He laughed to himself about the gesture as I smiled, waiting for him. He waited a second before seeing I was serious and sighing.

“Okay, fine. Y’know those… flowers? That you got the other day?”

“...The ones with the secret admirer note?”

He winced and closed his eyes in embarrassment, leaning on the threshold of my door.

“Those would be it.”

My mouth fell open as I gave a short laugh in shock, staring at him.

He opened his eyes and laughed with me, taking my hand in his in a loose, but soft hold. I used my other hand to unlock and open the door between us.

“Go on in”

He smiled at me and kissed my forehead before he stumbled into the room, looking around at the posters on the walls as I closed and locked the door behind us. I turned around and watched him gawk at the posters, occasionally pointing at one and whispering “wicked” under his breath. I smiled at him and put my hands behind my back, just admiring him.

He eventually made his way around the room, walking back towards me in the middle. He stood right in front of me, as close as we were downstairs. He looked down at me with a soft smile. He brought his hands back up to my face, holding it softly as if he were to hold any tighter I’d break.

He slowly started to lean in, looking into my eyes as my own started to flutter close, waiting for him to kiss me. I felt his lips barely touching mine before he whispered.

“Did you like the flowers?”

I opened my eyes, staring at him to see him smirking down at me. I shoved him away playfully.

“Oh piss off Weasley”

“What? I want to know!”

I tossed my keys on my nightstand, sitting on my bed and taking off my shoes.

“They’re beautiful. They’re in the bathroom, so I can look at them as I’m getting ready” I said, motioning to the door that led to the restroom. He smiled at me, walking towards me again. He didn’t speak until he stood in front of me again, making me crane my neck to be able to look at him towering over me. He started to move forward, making me instinctively move back with him. He set his hands on the bed, on either side of me, and looked at me directly as he spoke softly, his gaze darting to my lips.

“I’m glad.”

I swallowed, not closing my eyes even as he moved closer. I thought he would do the same thing again, so I followed his lips until he gently kissed me. It was so quick, I thought I had imagined it for a second.

He pulled away and studied my reaction, searching my face. I looked at his eyes before looking back at his lips and going back in, my hands going to the back of his neck.

One of his hands went to rest on my hip, the other still on the bed behind me. He leaned into the kiss, making me lean back farther as he guided me farther onto the bed. He put his legs between mine as I scooted back, slowly climbing over me and onto the bed.

I used one hand to hold me up, the other staying at the nape of his neck, the tops of my fingers in his hair.

He was a really good kisser.

He leaned further, pushing me all the way onto my back as he never broke the kiss. He was leaning on his knees, his hands holding my face. He slowly broke away as my eyes fluttered open.

“I really really like you” He whispered, stroking my cheek with his thumb softly.

I smiled at him and put my hands on top of his that were on my face.

“I like you, too” I whispered back, looking between his eyes and his lips. He suddenly huffed out in irritation, and fell on top of me with an oof.

“I’m sorry, I’d like to go further, not saying you have to- it’s up to you, of course, but I’m so drunk, and I’d like to- I’m enjoying myself, of course, but-”

I laughed at his rambling before raising his face to meet mine, moving some hair out of his face and cutting him off.

“Fred.”

He stopped talking and grinned, “Yeah sorry I’m quite nervous”

I put my hands on his face, looking him in his eyes and trying to look serious.

“We’re not in any rush. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I really like you and I like kissing you, but we can kiss all day tomorrow. When you’re sober”

His grin grew as I talked, looking at me with admiration.

“Just kiss tomorrow, eh?”

I laughed at him, pushing his face away from me playfully as I moved to sit up.

“All right, you git- how about you focus on getting into bed without passing out first”

He pretended to think before he nodded against my hands and puckered his lips as a silent asking for a kiss. I kissed him and went to pull away, but he pulled me in again and stayed there for a while longer before pulling away. He kissed my forehead and patted my thigh a couple times.

“Scoot over”

I got underneath the blankets, moving to the other side of the bed and opening the blankets for him. He rolled underneath them, groaning the entire way through. I chuckled to myself as I turned around to click the lamp off, scooting so my back was to him. He wrapped his arm around me, taking my hands into his, laying them against my chest. I gave a soft kiss to his knuckles and wiggled a little more to get comfortable, suddenly feeling something against my back.

“Fred?”

“Just ignore it. And don’t move.”