#but i did have fun writing the 500 words so far so maybe that's all that matters in the end

[lordsardine]

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i mean we're trying something

[lovelynim]

CONGRATS FOR THE 500!!!

For the event can i request 🌹 with lee!tighnari and ler!cyno? im such a sucker for them heheh

A jealous hound

Genshin Impact - Cyno x Tighnari

[500 Followers Milestone Event - "Romance"]

A/N: I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ONE HEHEHE!! I mean, cahem, I do feel you, anon, because they're also one of my favorite pairings. I toyed a little with the theme, using an old HC of mine that was collecting dust for way too long and I hope it is okay and that you like it <3

Summary: There is something wrong with Cyno, but Tighnari can't find out what is it. Little did he know, he was the one making the general upset ~

Word count: 1473 words

Tighnari could tell that there was something wrong. He didn’t realize it sooner thanks to Kaveh and Alhaitham bickering with each other during their hangout, but there was definitely something off.

Cyno was usually the clingy type, especially when they were by themselves. However, after he had suddenly gone quiet during the meeting, he had only spoken if he was talked to, avoiding and ignoring any kind of interaction - even the ones from Tighnari.

That was weird, really weird, Tighnari thought as he made the way back to his house, always checking over his shoulder to see how the general following him was doing. Catching glimpses of a frown on Cyno’s face, the first hypothesis to pop on his mind was that, for some reason, he was annoyed. But why? They were meeting their friends, having fun, enjoying a meal together… what was there to be angry at?!

The second theory was that Alhaitham or Kaveh could have struck a nerve while teasing him, but as far as Tighnari could remember, Cyno’s fighting skills or obsession for TCG were not one of the topics that night. Even if they were, he would usually get angry for a few moments and brush it off seconds later. As unlikely as it was, it was too early to discard this idea yet.

Last, but not least, could it be Tighnari’s doing? Stopping in front of his house, the fennec thought about it for a minute. Did he end up ignoring one of his attempts to flirt with him in public? Maybe he was too harsh on him during the dinner? But he couldn’t recall saying anything that would make Cyno so upset and-

“Nari,” Cyno spoke in an uninterested tone, letting out a small sigh, “what’s wrong? Just open the door.”

“A-ah, right, my apologies…” The botanist said, quickly picking up the keys in his pockets. 

After turning the key around and pushing the door open, Tighnari was struck with another thought: why was he even nervous?! Feeling such a thing towards Cyno filled the fennec’s mind with nostalgia, memories of when they both were studying in the Akademiya and he used to see the general as that serious and cold-hearted guy. 

But that was in the past. And there was no need to fear talking to him directly. Right, after all, they were dating for a long time already. You got this, Tighnari, he told himself as he stepped inside his house, waiting for Cyno to do the same before gently closing the door.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched his hands into a fist. “Cyno, what’s wrong? You’ve been quiet all ni-” 

“Hah..?” The general sighed, the annoyance clear in his voice. Tighnari froze on the spot, feeling a shiver run down his spine. He could feel Cyno’s glare piercing through his body as if he was next in the line to face the judgment of the Gods. “‘What’s wrong’, Nari? Would you like to make a guess?”

Slowly walking forward, as a hound circling its prey, Cyno decreased the distance between him and his partner. Tighnari’s tail curled and trembled behind him as he stepped back, clearly not expecting this outcome after his question.

“A-ahm…  because you… lost a round of T-TCG?”

“Wrong,” Cyno muttered, trapping Tighnari against the door they had just walked through. The general slammed his hand on the wooden surface, making the fennec gasp in surprise. “It’s because of you.”

“M-Me?! B-but I didn’t-” before he could finish, Cyno held out a finger in front of his lips, stopping him in the middle of his words.

“Shh… I’m not done talking, Nari,” the general lowered his hands, sliding them down the other’s shoulders, all the way down to his wrists. Tighnari could feel the firm grip, but decided to only watch as Cyno pinned his hands against the  wooden surface behind him. “You think I’d just sit and do nothing about it, huh?”

The botanist shuddered, scrunching up his shoulders as he pressed his eyes close. Cyno was speaking merely inches away from his face, treating him like some kind of criminal and, yet, he couldn’t find out what he did to make his partner so angry at him.

“What are you tal- ahm, I mean… what did I do, Cyno?” He replied sheepishly, scared to enrage the general even more.

The other clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. “You think this is funny, right?”

“N-no, I jus-”

“Just like you thought Kaveh’s jokes were funny.”

“...what?”

Changing his grip, Cyno managed to pin both of his partner’s wrists with one hand, keeping them out of the scene as he furrowed his brows. “You ignore and scold me when I tell them, but you go around laughing at others’ jokes… you are the worst sometimes, you know that?”

Tighnari blinked a few times, trying to process the whole thing. Was he for real?

“You… are jealous becaHAH- C-CynohOH!” Before he could talk back to the general, a whole set of fingers dug into his ribs, flooding his brain with the ticklish feeling that ran across his body as electric shocks. “W-wahAHAit!! AhAHAH, nahAHAhah!!”

“No, I’m not jealous, Nari. I’m angry at how… inconsiderate you were with my feelings,” Cyno muttered, his voice still full of annoyance as he tweaked his fingers against Tighnari’s body, going up to his underarms and then all the way down to his waist, only to start over again.

“I-I wahAHAh- plehHEHeahAhase!!” The fennec begged, letting out a high-pitched squeal. His hands trembled and his knees were about to give in as he convulsed with laughter, desperately trying to escape the wrath of his jealous boyfriend. “I-I didn’t mehehEHEhean to! It caHAhaught me o-ohOHOff guard!!”

The general remained silent, using his free hand to look for any other sensitive spot to exploit as he continued to deliver his “punishment”. Deciding to let out a little more steam to ease his annoyance, Cyno curled his fingers and used his nails to scratch at Tighnari’s sides like a kitten sharpening its claws. 

“You naughty fox… do you think you go around, laughing at other men’s jokes like that, hm?” The general whispered into one of his ears, letting the warm air do the job as his hands continued to work restlessly.

If the tickling wasn’t enough to make Tighnari blush, those words surely did the job. His ears twitched with each word spoken, sending an awful shiver down his back. It was the kind of thing that would make his heart melt, that, of course, if it wasn’t for the merciless tickling assaulting his torso.

“A-ahAHah, p-plehehase!” Tighnari gasped, gritting his teeth in a crooked smile as he tried to resist the tickling, sucking his stomach in and leaning his body away as much as he could to avoid Cyno’s fingers. “I-i’m sohOHOhorry, o-okahahay?!”

“No,” Cyno whispered calmly, letting out a small chuckle before planting a gentle kiss on Tighnari’s ear, “it’s not okay, Na-ri ~”

Sneaking his hand through the layers of cloth covering his partner, Cyno finally managed to touch Tighnari’s skin. Just like he expected, that simple doing was enough to evoke a new level of reactions from his partner, amusing himself with how easy it was to fill the room with the fennec’s laughter.

Literally laughing his head off, the forest watcher squirmed as much as he could inside Cyno’s hold. “I-it’s too muhuhuch!! CynoHOHoh!! I cahAHAhan’t anymohOHOre!!” He continued to squeal in mirth, unable to resist the touch of Cyno’s fingers against his bare middle.

“Now, I just want to remind you, Nari,” he continued to whisper, not even sure if his voice could be heard through all that laughter, “you are my boyfriend, which means I am the only one who gets to hear you laughing like this. Got it?”

“Y-YEHehehes! A-AhaAHAHarchons, j-just stoHOHOp!!”

Hearing the words he wanted to and sensing Tighnari was reaching his limit, Cyno smiled, giving his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek as he moved his hand away. Still holding his wrists together, the general gently pushed a few strands of hair away from Tighnari’s blushing face, smiling at him. “Good thing you are a quick learner, Nari ~”

“S-shut up, you big lummox,” Tighnari hissed, making Cyno giggle as he managed to shake his hands free from his grip. “Aren’t you a little too old to be having jealousy attacks?”

“I was not jealous,” Cyno insisted as Tighnari walked past him, now taking his turn to act upset at his partner, “I just don’t like to share my Nari, that’s all…” He muttered, just loud enough so Tighnari could hear him, making the forest watcher’s tail wag as soon as those words reached him. The general smiled.

“You are the worst sometimes,” Tighnari snapped, but Cyno only laughed at his comment.

“Love you too, Nari.”

[roomwithanopenfire]

random ask where you get to rant or ramble about anything you really want to talk about

Okay I'm ready to talk!!

Ramble will be under the cut it is long. It's about my writing process for my Ronance Fic No Sweeter Drug (than just giving you my love) if you're at all interested in reading, spoilers beware.

So, before i started writing my first ronance fanfic I had not read any ronance fics at all, or at least not any where Ronance was the only ship (I had read a few where they were pretty prominent tho). This was interesting because this is the only time a ship has overtaking me that didn't start with me consuming an ungodly amount of fanfiction, instead it started with me listening to Midnights by Taylor Swift and thinking that Maroon really reminded me of them. And I'm not even a big Taylor Swift fan!! (which is probably hard to believe when I have an entire fanfic based on an album of hers).

But anyways, I started writing it, first with an outline (and because I love talking about writing processes that's what this ramble is going to be about, idc if no one wants to know, i want to share, so listen to me (or don't, idk)).

This is how it started, the first words I ever wrote of this idea.

and it keeps going, with a little blurb for each song. Rereading this, I can see that things have changed, my chapter for Vigilante Shit was originally "fun and light hearted" and ended up with Robin and Nancy seriously considering murder for about 500 words. The ending changed a bit, as I was originally trying to fit each song in there, before deciding that Mastermind really didn't make sense for this fic, and Sweet Nothings was a much better ending. (And let's be honest, Nancy Wheeler did not do any masterminding in NSD). Also Nancy was originally bisexual until I started writing the first chapter and realized my girl was so comphet.

After I do a brief roadmap/outline, i then take each chapter one by one, first writing a more detailed bullet point outline, and then writing the whole chapter. Here's my some of my bulletpoints for chapter 2 (the Maroon Chapter) for your perusal

As I kept going, I eventually stopped doing bullet points and started just writing out the scene blocks more like this (this is chapter 6, the Midnight Rain one)

And then I just write the chapter. Fun fact, while writing the end of Chapter Four (the Snow on the Beach one), I did almost make them kiss too early. In the actual fic we have this:

but when I first wrote it, she did say that out loud. This is what happened:

"I shouldn't have left you on that roof," Nancy says. And Robin is surprised because they've never talked about this before, not outside of that week. "I was scared."

"I know." Robin says. "I'm not really mad at you... not anymore. More sad about it."

"You still...like girls then?"

Robin nods. "Do you?"

"I'm not sure if I'm allowed to." Nancy says quietly.

"It's not about being allowed to or not. It just is. You can like whoever you want to like."

Nancy is quiet and think back to before. When she was in New York, she was still Nancy Wheeler, resident goody-two-shoes. So much of her life had changed after that day. So much had gone wrong. Her whole life was different. And maybe, maybe no one would really care, if Nancy dated a girl. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal. Maybe one day her and Robin could be far far away from here. Maybe Nancy could be happy... just maybe.

"I don't know how," Nancy says, instead of any of that. And she's talking about a lot of things here. Maybe she doesn't know how to do date a girl, maybe she doesn't know how to move on, maybe she just doesn't know how to be happy.

"That's okay," Robin says. "I don't know how to either. We could figure it out together."

Nancy doesn't say anything, just grabs Robin's hand. 

They both slink down to the floor, leaning against the house.

Robin asks if she can kiss Nancy and Nancy says yes and it's soft and sweet, not the same hurried red passion of New York, but something slower. 

"God this is weird, isn't it?" Nancy says.

"Yeah, but it's nice."

"So nice"

You can tell towards the end of me writing it, I realized that this was way to soon and I wasn't even trying with dialogue. I pretty much deleted that right after I wrote it (had to hunt through my track changes to find it). I got swept in the moment writing and the realized I had an outline to stick to! They couldn't kiss in chapter four!!!

Also ew such a shock reading my raw unedited writing. In an ideal world, my writing will go through two editing passes before posting. It all honestly, only the first five chapters got the privilege of two editing passes, the rest got one pass and a run through a spell checker. (Although one pass can be multiple, i just prefer two passes of editing with some time passing in between them)

I'm doing much better about editing the fic I'm working on right now, and I feel so much better about the quality of the chapters when I do that.

The title of No Sweeter Drug (than just giving you my love) was one of the last things I came up with. I didn't settle on it until after I'd compeltly finished the first draft. I was debating between two of them, NSD and (I love you so much) It Scares Me Half to Death and the only reason I didn't pick the latter was because a) I love Tessa Violet and b) I couldn't figure out which part to put in parentheses.

Anyways, I really enjoyed writing this fic and this fic was a different tone then anything else I've tried. The other fandom I write for has a standard for first person writing and I used present tense for my fics there, so this was the first fic I wrote in third person past tense, and I could feel myself growing as a writer while I wrote it.

The only thing is I wish it had more comments 😭😭😭 feels like such a selfish thing to wish for, especially when so many of the comments I've gotten have been so lovely and i've made a couple of wonderful friendships from this fic. But I started writing this fic back in Oct 2022 and didn't post it until Dec 2023, so that's over a year of writing for an average of four comments per chapters.

In reality, I was just spoiled by the first fandom I wrote for—they're literally the best at giving comments and I was tricked into thinking that was the norm. It's just a tad disappointing to be pouring all this time and effort into something and not getting out what you pour in, we all have to be leaders of change in the Ronance fandom and start leaving long and detailed comments on every chapter of each fic we read.

But overall, I really grateful for this fic even if no one had read it, it was fun to write and I'm really really proud of it.

And anon, I hope this was what you were looking for in a ramble and you're required to at least pretend you enjoyed it /j

[crazylittlejester]

Hi so I head canon warriors as Brazilian, and Scottish as well so maybe you can write the chains reaction to warriors speaking Portuguese?

YEAAAAAH ANOTHER PERSON WITH THE SAME HEADCANON!! HELLO!!!

I hope you don’t mind I changed the prompt just a little to keep it shorter for the mini fic (although it still ended up a little long), and also I didn’t know what language to call like, the one people speak in Hyrule so I’ve called it Hylian Common because I am the most creative person ever (😭)

Here you go!! (500 words)

Legend prided himself in knowing a lot of languages. He knew he couldn’t possibly learn all of them, but he was very good at the ones he did know, and up until now he was convinced he knew the most languages out of the entire group. Up until now, he was convinced no one in the group of heroes knew a language he didn’t.

Of course it would be Warriors to prove him wrong.

He found out when he decided to sit down next to the captain while he was writing, having been bored out of his mind and wanting to start an argument with someone. Arguing with Wars was fun, both of them knew the other was never serious, and messing with someone nearly ten years his senior gave him a sense of joy like nothing else. But right when he was about to fire a jab, he looked down to see what Warriors was writing and sat back in shock and disbelief when he realized he couldn’t understand it.

“Wh- What are you writing in??” Legend sputtered, trying to look closer at the writing as if he’d suddenly be able to understand it. “What language is that??”

“Uh… my native language?” Warriors raised an eyebrow at him, looking confused for just a moment before his expression fell into a smug look and he spoke again in a teasing voice. “Why, can you not read it?”

“Hylian common isn’t your first language?” Wind asked, running over from where he’d been bothering time.

“Nope,” Warriors sighed, popping the ‘p’. “My village was on the outskirts of Hyrule and we spoke a different language. I grew up learning common though.”

“I thought you were from the city?” Sky frowned, also coming over to look at the captain’s journal.

“And this is why I don’t write my stuff in common,” Warriors grumbled to himself before speaking louder to the small crowd that had gathered around him. “I moved to the city when I joined the army, but I’m from a small village.”

“How old were you when you moved?” Wind stared down at the writing curiously.

“Sixteen,” the captain told him, seeming a little uncomfortable by all the attention, so before Wind could ask another question, Legend waved him away, saying HE was feeling claustrophobic.

Warriors shot him a grateful look. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Legend huffed. “You looked upset talking about it.”

“Oh,” the captain breathed. “I’m… I’m not upset talking about it I just… I guess I miss home? I haven’t been back in… a long time.”

“Ah.” Legend didn’t really know what to say, he missed his home as well, but Warriors seemed to be dealing with a different type of situation. He missed a home where the people around him spoke his native language and shared his culture and traditions. Even though they were in a completely different place in time, Legend had a feeling that even in his own era, Warriors felt very far away from home.

[dragonofeternal]

I'm so discouraged about Nano this year...

Like, obviously I wasn't gonna donate any damn money or buy any merch with everything that happened this year + last year, even though Killian and I used to BOTH donate yearly.

But I still wanted to do the challenge because... I dunno! Killian and I have been doing it pretty regularly for the past decade, and we've both done it intermittently for even longer. It's a good way to make myself sit down and bust out a bunch of words before winter hits and the long nights tank my productivity. It feels good to bust out a bunch of shit!

This year I just... ugh.

The website is broken as fuck. They bungled their store and instead are doing dropshipping of the MOST generic merch they've had in years. The forums are STILL locked and unusable because they've decided it's too hard to have them open. Every fucking word out of their mouths on social media feels like it's pointing fingers at participants for being too hard on Nano and not caring enough.

Their social media message about today's website issues really made me see red, ESPECIALLY the third paragraph:

For those of you who aren't hardcore Nano peeps, you maybe don't know about the website update- but in 2017 they held a fundraiser to do a big overhaul of the website, which was dated but still very functional. (Well, the whole having to delete the entire forum every year thing was super janky but like. It still worked.) The fundraiser raised $57,320 to fund a new website. In 2019 they rolled out said website.

And it fucking sucks.

Like, the new Nano website is pretty universally despised. It's laggy, it's not intuitively laid out, and it just kinda generally enshittified something dated but functional in a way that's hard to describe.

And the forums? Hope you enjoy a shittily implemented instance of Discourse! They, too, are somehow far harder to navigate than they were before. I loved hanging out on the Nano forums, but each year they are less and less active, probably because they suck to use! And, maybe this is a small stupid thing, but I hate that it no longer gives you the word count for your comment as you type. It was such a little touch, but seeing my word count go up on my comment was both inspiring (wow! Look at how easily you can write all those words!) and a little shaming (oh wow I really did just write a 500 word comment instead of 500 words of prose.... I should probably go do that....) in a way that was really effective at getting me motivated!

And they have the fucking gall to go "OUR LAST UPDATE WAS IN 2019 AND IT JUST WASN'T GOOD, GEE GUYS YOU CAN JUST LOOK AND SEE THAT OUR TECH IS BAD~" Motherfucker you collectively received $57 grand to redo the website and gave us back crap for it!!!

And so with all that going on plus, ya know, the racism, the child grooming, the bad AI takes, etc etc etc I just am having a hard time getting jazzed about busting out a bunch of words in an ill-advised madcap dash! You can write a shit ton of words at any time of year, but Nanowrimo's sense of community made it feel electric and fun and like an Event. But now I don't have that. I just feel bloopy and frustrated and unmotivated and like this is not even "The beginning of the end" but the limping, sagging middle act of the end that should have been taken out in edits.

SIGH.

I'm gonna go try to write some anime boys fucking now and see if that lifts my spirits....

[thequeenofthewinter]

Hello, Winter friend!! 🥰🥰

Sending asks right back at you:

What's your favorite character to write in your fic(s)? What was the most challenging to have written so far?

What do you usually do when you find yourself in a writer's block? What sparks your inspiration?

Hello Gigi <3

You know how to ask the tough questions, don't you? ;)

Hmm...goodness, I did have a lot of fun with many of the characters I have had the privilege of writing. My own Dahlia, Ulfric, and Galmar are favorites, but I also have enjoyed writing Jorleif or Ralof! So, I guess I would have to say that all of them have their little moments when they become my favorite to write. Maybe it isn't the most definitive answer, but they all have a place in my heart with all of their different personalities.

As for the most difficult, I think it has to be Ulfric...at least at one point in time. I was new to writing, really nervous, and I also had to kind of get into his head and try to bring my version of him to life while trying to keep him at least somewhat in character. I still wonder about that at times, but you know what, at some point I think the canon characters also becoming OCs or partial OCs because you really do put your own flair or perspective to them. Honestly, that's the most beautiful part about writing for me.

What do I do when I have writer's block? If it's just a block, in the past I have had a lot of luck with the following:

Stop at the last place chronologically (I write chronologically and don't like to skip a lot.) and take a minute to think.

Think about where my next beat, scene change, piece of action, or somewhere I know I won't be stuck and write that down.

Write a rough outline with bullet points of what actions I know have to happen between where I stopped and where I am going.

From there I am usually able to fill things in and move along.

If it is full burn out, I slow down or just write what I can. I have been in a kind of a weird writing place and semi-burnt out, but I just keep going as long as I feel okay. A good day of writing for me is 500-1k words. Lately, I have been in the 200-500 word category, which is also fine and good. Don't let people tell you what is good writing--ANY WRITING IS GOOD WRITING! But I say this to kind of demonstrate what is usual for me and that I have been a bit slower.

My characters inspire me. Honestly, writing them has been a huge sense of joy for me, and I love them a lot. They excite me, they surprise me, and even sometimes I want to hit them over the head with a frying pan. :) That's the beauty of writing. Other things that inspire me are also music or as you had mentioned in your ask, walking around and just kind of thinking about them. We are two kindred spirits.

[elismor]

'For the DVD Commentary'!

If someone had asked Flood to describe what he thought the Alphas’ barracks would look like even two minutes before they’d dropped into it, he would have used words like “ordered” and “meticulous”. Maybe “stark”. Or even “severe”. All were apt representations of the tone of their training under the watch of the infamous ARCs. But none of them applied.

The bunks were made with regulation corners. And, yeah, the gear was stowed in a precise manner. But the walls were not the uniform grey the longnecks had determined to be the most appropriate shade for maintaining order in the ranks. There were stripes and patterns near bunks and a larger than life-sized mural of a mostly naked twi’lek woman on the far wall. The gun locker was huge and open; full of weapons that set the twins chattering about specs and ammo. Nearco was enchanted by the huge stack of datapads and comms equipment laid out on a table in the corner and Boomer’s jaw had gone slack at the pock marks and carbon scoring above the door where someone –or someones– had fired their deecee to form a short but never-the-less impressive phrase.

Fuck the Seppies

As for Flood himself, well, he’d been focused on the carpet. Every morning he hopped out of his pod and landed on the frigid decking. Socks didn’t help. Nothing did; not until he was fully kitted and walking in formation to the mess; blood finally flowing to his insulted toes. The rug was garish; bright greens and oranges with a purple check woven in and it most certainly had been smuggled in from a campaign. The Kaminoans didn’t believe in frivolous decor. Or comfort, for that matter.

He’d give his right nut and both of Scoops’ to land on that after morning call.

It was Boomer who brought them back to task by hissing a low “come on boys”. There wasn’t any real need for quiet now that they were in, but they all moved quickly and silently, invoking every bit of their stealth training. Bunks were stripped, powder was spread, and the whole operation was enacted with a deft precision that would have earned them top marks were it an actual training exercise rather than a prank about to go horribly and irrevocably south.

I had a lot of fun writing this bit and it was not really planned when I started the fic, but I thought it was important for Flood to see that the Alphas are just men, too. I think he's prone to find those of higher rank to be a little scary and the Alphas have their own reputation on top of that, so it was important to me that he get a taste of everyone having the same sort of underlying humanity.

The details of the bunk room itself unfolded as I was writing it. I wanted it to be a mix of what you might expect it to be and a home--but a home for soldiers...so the decor is personalized but also sort of themed. And some of the art above the bunks was inspired by what The Ghost living quarters look like in Rebels. My favorite bit is the fuck the seppies in blaster marks--to my mind it shows both whimsy and the deadly nature of the clones' abilities. There are no guide marks, it was shot there freehanded.

Fordo painted the Twi'lek. He has hidden depths. Flood's distraction with the rug was fairly ad hoc. I wanted each of them to be struck by some particular aspect of the room and have that aspect relate to their personality, somehow. Turns out Flood has perpetually cold feet and craves just a bit of luxury. He didn't know that last bit until he saw the rug. And it was a rug because, again, I wanted to show that the Alphas want some comfort, too. The idea for the rug as decor came before the ideas about how Flood would react to it.

Thank you for being interested enough to ask!

The Rules for this Ask Game, in case anyone else is interested: Pick 500 words from any of an author’s fic and paste them into an Ask. The author will respond with a Director’s Commentary on the scene. Happy to continue to use this as an excuse to ignore the two wips that are giving me fits right now.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Timari January 2023 Masterlist

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Day 3: Snuggle up

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Day 5: Pillow

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Day 6: It's not depressing if you smile when you say it

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Day 9: Daisies

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Day 10: Black like my humor

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Heads up

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Summary: The alarms were blaring that there was at least one intruder. Static filled his ears as all of the guards talked frantically into their walkie-talkies, their voices overlapping uselessly. He ran hand-in-hand with someone he was sure would try and steal from him before the night was up. He was about to sweat out his tux. He was pretty sure that they were going to get searched if they tried to leave and, considering all of the illegal and confidential paraphernalia on their persons, he didn’t think that that would go over well.

Day 12: You're a wizard

Computer wiz

500 words

Summary: She flopped on his bed. “I’m getting made fun of for not knowing Java.” “You don’t even know Java?! How did you get this far –?!”

Day 13: Hand me the match

Such a pretty liar

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Summary: “I wanted to celebrate the new year with you!”

Day 14: Brace yourself

Run boy run

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Summary: Marinette meets the family. The family in question is deranged. That is all.

Day 15: Recharge

Sleep(is)over

800 words

Summary: Marinette and Tim refuse to succumb to naptime’s seductive ways.

Day 16: It isn't stalking if it's research

Just remember that I know

800 words

Summary: Is stalking serious? Yes. But consider: he wasn’t ‘stalking’ her, he was looking into a suspicious person. Which is totally fine and normal considering his job.

Day 17: Welcome to the jungle

It's dangerous to go alone, take this

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Summary: Just some more batfamily shenanigans.

Day 18: It's good to be king

The mighty fall

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Summary: Blood red lips curled into a smirk. “Interesting of you to look down on me when you just picked a lock to get in here. What were you about to do?”

Replacement: Yum

Two's a whole lot lonelier than one

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Summary: “You’re trying to annoy me into leaving, aren’t you?”

Day 20: This is a date, isn't it?

A lovely sight

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Summary: Breaking and entering at the same time is definitely a date.

Day 21: Apple from a poisoned tree

You think your only crime is that you got caught

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Summary: A poison tree by William Blake

Day 22: Nest

Home is where the heart is

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Summary: Tim and Marinette, as a show of faith, have decided to show each other their main bases.

Day 23: Two stepping with the woman I love

Sealed with a kiss

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Summary: Negotiations can be romantic, actually.

Replacement: Art

Lovebirds

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Summary: They find an old project from art class while moving.

Day 25: You mean platonically?

I wanna ruin our friendship

900 words

Summary: We should be lovers instead.

Day 26: Dancing in the rain

Hush

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Summary: Two people fight with and for umbrellas on a rainy day.

Day 27: Wanderlust

Welcome to the playground

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Summary: Gotham is a wasteland, but it’s THEIR wasteland and they wouldn’t go anywhere else.

Day 28: Problem? What problem?

Hostage(d) situation

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Summary: That weird moment where you’ve been kidnapped and are being held for ransom but also the person who did that to you is letting you play video games so you can’t even be mad at them.

Day 29: Rubix cube

Get cubed, idiot

300 words

Summary: “I just want to see how you solve it,” Marinette said, smiling in a way that was far too innocent to ever be seen as real.

Replacement: Cupcake

Lost and found

2k words

Summary: Tim finds a batch of cupcakes and a note on his counter.

Day 31: Mornings

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

600 words

Summary: The night shift is over, they can finally sleep.

[auraee]

So I mentioned a little while back that I had a small announcement and now I'm finally ready to share it with you all!

𓇊 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖤𝗍𝗌𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉!

𓇊 Honestly, it was a pretty big decision to make, on account of me not even taking requests on here, but thanks to my sister's and friend's encouragement I finally took the chance. As a recent Psychology grad, I've been finding looking for work extremely hard (I'm sure there are other ex students that relate) and I though haven't given up on it yet, I thought why not do something I love as a gig for the meantime and maybe as a part time thing once I offically get a job within my degree? So here we are!

𓇊 For this little shop I'll be writing comissioned comfort and fluffy letters from a set list of anime characters. As I'm pretty new to this, I'm only accepting 2 requests at a time as to not bite more off than I can chew. They'll be similar to a piece of writing I did for the softober event called My letter to you where the reader recieved a very sweet letter from Kyojuro while he's away, but with these they'll be more catered to you! (Kyojuro is in that list btw-)

𓇊 The letters will take about a week to make (especially when it involves a requested character I'm not familar with) and I create the visual design of the letters myself! The letters will be sent via email as I'm scared of letters getting lost in the mail if I get a request from someone overseas and even here in the UK.

𓇊 I also have a max word limit of 700 words and minimum of 500. Though as I gave more experience that can change. Things to do with pricing and the rules about my letters can be found on the page if you decide to take a peek.

Shop link ~ 𓇊 AuraeArchives

𓇊 If you're not using the link to go directly to my shop, then please type it into the etsy search bar like this: AuraeArchives

𓇊 As my shop is really small it (because I just started it) doesn't appear on the main page if you were searching for shops writing comissioned letters. When you do type it in a little linked phase will appear just below the search bar, saying: "Do you mean the shop AuraeArchives?" click on that and it'll take you to my shop💗.

𓇊 Thank you for reading this post so far, I genuinely appreappreciate it. I am pretty nervous but also excited. I could be something fun and I don't want to look back and have regrets on not making the decision, so I thought I'd give it a try. I look to hearing from you!

[belovedspector]

All I've Ever Known Is How to Hold My Own (But Now I Wanna Hold You, Too) - Chapter 1

Pairings: Steven Grant x Layla El-Faouly, Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly

Content/Warnings: College!AU. Mentions of Randall Spector's death and Wendy Spector

Word Count: ~500

A/N: Title is from "All I've Ever Known" from Hadestown. This is my first attempt at writing a series. Not sure how long it'll be, and there's no set update schedule at the moment. Northern Illinois University is a real school an hour outside of Chicago with a Division I baseball team, but beyond that, I'm taking some liberties (they don't really have an archaeology program for Layla, for example). No Layla in this chapter. Okay, I think that's all for now. Enjoy! :)

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Chapter 2

It starts with a letter in the mail.

Okay, maybe that’s not entirely true. It starts long before that.

It starts with Randall Spector’s death.

It starts with Wendy Spector turning on her older son.

It starts with Steven Grant, who becomes Marc Spector’s only true friend.

It starts with Marc Spector throwing himself into baseball, the one thing that keeps him feeling connected to his little brother, the one thing his mother cannot take away from him.

The smell of freshly-cut, green grass. The taste of bubblegum and sunflower seeds. The feel of dirt beneath cleats. The sight of the sun in a cloudless, blue sky. The sound of a ball making contact with a bat. Marc Spector loves all of it.

Randall Spector did, too.

Marc and Randall loved playing baseball together. Whether it was a game of catch between just the two of them, an impromptu wiffle ball game with the neighborhood kids, or a Little League game decked out in full uniform, they loved it all. They loved making the trip to Wrigley Field to watch the Chicago Cubs with their parents, happily munching on popcorn and hot dogs while cheering on their favorite players. Curse be damned, they still have fun.

After Randall’s death, Marc continues playing baseball. He can’t help it; he still loves the game. As soon as he steps onto the field, his worries melt away—the game is all that matters. And, perhaps more importantly, it keeps him busy. Between the practices and games, it keeps him out of the house, away from Wendy, for a good portion of the spring and summer.

Marc continues playing baseball, and he’s good at it, good enough to make his varsity baseball team, good enough to be noticed by college scouts.

So, it starts with a letter in the mail: an offer of a full ride to Northern Illinois University if Marc plays on the baseball team.

Marc doesn’t expect it. He had been planning to join the military as soon as he graduated, to get shipped off somewhere and never look back.

Marc is still dead set on enlisting, but Steven has other plans. Steven, who has always been the one who loved school, encourages Marc to give college a shot. They’ll be a team, like they always have been—Steven handling their studies, Marc focusing on baseball.

Marc agrees, on the condition that they pick a “practical” major—business administration, he decides on. They minor in history for Steven.

And so, on a late August day, Marc and Steven find themselves on campus in DeKalb, Illinois, an hour away from home—close enough to visit if they ever feel the urge (doubtful), but far enough away to be rid of Wendy’s wrath.

The trunk of Marc’s shitty, old Corolla is packed with their meager belongings. It doesn’t take long for them to settle into their dorm. They’ve been paired with one of Marc’s teammates whose name Marc doesn’t remember. It doesn’t matter right now, though. Right now, all that matters is that Marc Spector is free.

For the first time in years, he feels like he can finally breathe. He feels the way he does on the baseball diamond.

He hopes it stays that way.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think! :)

[matoitech]

actually im just gonna list some shit out right now that i cant get out of my brain. its not one of those things i think ppl should necessarily check out for themselves to see what i mean, cuz its not like FUN bizarre or bad choices. some things r understandable for being like an indie furry novel but some things r just so atrocious or nonsensical you dont get a pass

theres a lot like just vaguely weird bullshit that the author brings up in the text like 'yeah i know it sounds weird but just dont worry about it!' (ex: the bio soldiers arent really siblings, but theyre kiiiinda siblings, or at least SOME of them view each other that way, but the ones that need to not view each other that way for the romances in the plot dont???) and youre just like, well, this was Written by someone, you CHOSE to write it that way when you did not need to, so am i supposed to just assume you wrote it that way for a reason? or did you just genuinely not think that far ahead? theyre grown in a vat, you didnt have to do this

so many things in this that did not have to be there at all and at the timeid think 'maybe this is there for a reason and is going to be explored later, maybe its there on purpose to be weird and Say Something about the character doing it or whatever' but it was not. some examples off the top of my head that i wont get into further bcuz this post is long enough as is: bryce and the creepy guard on the space prison (homophobic stereotypes that make me wonder what the hell is going on w the i ASSUME gay dude writing this), shep telling kesondra who was a teenager at the time she was 'mature for her age' w writing that makes me wonder how the hell that was meant to read (HOW DID ALARM BELLS NOT GO OFF? ARE WE SUPPOSED TO /LIKE/ SHEP?), bryce not recogizning holly now as an adult woman as the kid he saved once and other characters making jokes abt him flirting w her (THE CHARACTERS DONT KNOW, BUT THE READER KNOWS. HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO COME OFF?) why r u making these stupid in universe explanations for what feels like either a poor attempt at 'oh gross, thats weird in context!' 'jokes' later, or you just wanting an excuse to be weird or something?

two of its most massive glaring issues were present with like, the first chapter, when i realized this adult novel said a made up work for 'fuck' in the furry dog universe, and they say the made up word for fuck a LOT, and women are written so bad i thought i stepped backwards into the 1950s. the way women r written is way worse than them not saying the word fuck but it stands out so much i couldnt not mention it

i rly cannot stress the bizarre way the like 4 women in this book r treated enough. their interactions with other women and internal monologues have that pretty typical 'guy who has never rly given much thought to women as People thinks women feel about themselves and each other and their bodies etc' thing. i mean im saying this as a guy but its very blatant and basic misogyny its not hard to notice when ur also a man and point out. theyre referred to as 'dogesses' instead of dogs (dog is only reserved for the men, i guess) so u know right out the gate what brand of misogyny is going down. i dont think any of them have been described as wearing pants the entire book (apparently all women in this wear dresses). the male characters will randomly call them shit like either 'sweetheart' or 'bitch' apparently and it doesnt feel like youre supposed to think the guys r weird or creepy or shitty for this??? maybe shitty for the bitch thing but sweetheart honey darlin gets by totally fine? theyre not getting decked for that?

THE POTENTIAL RAINE HAS AS A CHARACTER THAT ISNT EXPLORED AT ALL MAKES ME WANT TO PUT MY HEAD THROUGH A WALL. I COULD WRITE A WHOLE OTHER ESSAY. i will say this tho, if i was writing this she would be trans

im like 400-500 (i dunno i havent checked) pages into the book and i cant really figure out a read on most of the politics in something that i was under the impression would be kinda political drama-y. theres like, a startling lack of politics in a book that DESPERATELY needs politics. i dont think the author has really wanted to worldbuild that far so you just get implications that there are politics going on, or the characters tell you that directly, or plot points happen that MUST be politically driven, but god forbid you find out why, i guess. maybe at the end.

indie furry novels need editors really really bad. it does that thing stuff thats really long that doesnt need to be that long does where it wanders around for 100 pages and then suddenly some shit is introduced and you can FEEL the author remembering the plot or realizing that he forgot to explain something 300 pages ago. some of the characters suddenly all start talking abt their sexualities like midway thru it bcuz the author forgot to mention it before, i guess? its kind of hard to tell when someone is actually gay or bisexual or when the other characters are just being homophobic for some reason. there r bases for good characters and story and worldbuilding but it doesnt reaaaally want to get into it enough for ALL its words and pages to make all that meandering feel worth it

i understand that so much of this is apparently just like middle aged british (??) cisgender (i assume, i would be in MISERY if this guy wasnt cis and writing like this) gay man male power fantasy and the extremely buff dudes he finds attractive but there is so much like lack of introspection the author has done and too much 'i did this cuz i thought it was hot and not bcuz it made ANY sense at all' like i am NOT against stuff existing in media bcuz the author thinks it'd be fun or sexy (when its done like, without being bigoted or smth, obviously) but when characters that r meant to be very smart do not think through like very basic things most ppl would think about (sasuke doesnt want to fuck w the x dogs programming too much and possibly ruin them, but he doesnt think anyones going to notice him bringing the same dogs back to life over and over, being the same age, and those dogs being MASSIVELY FUCKING HUGE AND RIPPED SUPER SOLDIERS? nostalgia can only explain away leaving them basically untouched and sasuke not caring if anyone noticed so much. i know theyre mostly penned but you'd think they'd take more precautions. they really dont give a fuck tho for some reason) and the book doesnt really want to ask those questions i just think like why didnt u get this edited??

the amount of ableism in this makes me feel like this man has literally never spoken to or seen a disabled person around him at all ever in his life. but theres just an undercurrent of general 'intersectionality isnt a word in my vocabulary' so thats kind of a given

the x dogs r also 'out of the box' as adults but the way theyre written w age and development and stuff is very weird i really could write a whole other thing about this

the fade to black sex scenes r so embarrassing for something that screams written for adult men. you cant even say fuck

theres like a moment when toby, a gay male character whose clothing style seems to be vaguely androgynous says smth like 'im not THAT far gone' as a joke about wearing heels or something. i hated it. that sentence encapsulated most of my biggest problems w this book bcuz it really just feels like this author has never bothered to talk to literally anyone with an even remotely different life experience than him. its also giving internalized homophobia like half the time. its so confusing i cant even tell if this was meant to be transphobic, bcuz again youre meant to LIKE these people

there r literally so many interesting things you could say about characters that are LIVING WEAPONS and how they feel about this, the dehumanization theyve experienced at the hands of the state or scientists creating and using them for war etc, but for some reason it doesnt really want to 'say' much of anything, at least so far?? its BOGGLING. there r probably way more things i could expand on or talk about (i could talk about specific characters even) but i need to cut myself off. i feel like i have more thoughts about what any of this Means than the guy writing it had writing like almost a thousand pages or whatever of Words

so i have been reading dogs of mars for like a full year bcuz its a Lot to get thru not even in length (tho yes its long) but in that a lot of the time its taken me so long bcuz ive had to put it down and just sit there thinking 'what was this guy thinking? what is going on?' ive been finishing it at all mostly bcuz i think i need to write a collection of my thoughts once im done. which mostly means my criticisms. because wow i have a lot of thoughts.

[eyevansworld]

school entry #4 (opinions on classes)

I have been delaying it for a while but now that it's fall break and the end of the first quarter. I'm going to write about my thoughts on this school and the teachers. Starting with Geography, my opinion is that this class is pretty chill, although sometimes there is an assignment that I can't finish in class but I think this is due to the fact that I put in more work than everyone else. The next class is Earth and Space Science. This class is my least favorite because the work is very repetitive and easy; also, for some reason, I got paired up with two of the most annoying people twice in a row. Stem 1 is my next class and this is my second favorite because it involves a lot of design and attention to detail, which I really enjoy. My last class on Tuesdays and Thursdays is visual art and this is probably my favorite class because I love art. We recently finished our artist trading cards, which I had a lot of fun making. Ms. Farkas is a great teacher; even though she's a hippie, she doesn't smell bad like hippies usually do, so it's great. Starting Wednesday is Lifetime Wellness. I've already done an entry on this class but it's great and Coach Deangelo is a lot of fun. Next is Computer Science. This class is very easy, which I like. However, I feel like we aren't learning any coding and are just memorizing terms or doing presentations. This is fine with me because I hate coding. My next class is this class, English, which I'm not going to write about because that will be in the 500 word post-write. The last class is Math. This class is very strange for me. I'm doing pretty well so far with a high B but it was better until I flunked the first test even though I did well on the quizzes. But I think I'm understanding the coursework pretty well; I'm just worried I'm slowly going to get left behind. Ms. Armsworth is funny (sometimes) and explains the problems very efficiently. In conclusion, I think all my schoolwork has been relatively easy so far and maybe this is because my previous school prepared me for it, the punishment for not keeping up is greater than my last school, or both. I hope I can get better at the work, keep up in the future, and maybe even graduate with all A’s, that would be cool.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - OST

Jaskier loves music. He loves music so much, he made it his career. He's made a name for himself and his band, and he is really passionate about his music.

So of course music is an important part of his daily life. Yennefer and Geralt can always tell how he's feeling based on what he's listening to. Like when he gets dumped by his girlfriend of the week.

Yennefer opens his bedroom door, hearing his Sad Playlist consisting of sad 80's songs including Until I Find You Again and Should Have Known Better by Richard Marx, Against All Odds and Since You've Been Gone by Phil Collins (Genesis), I'll Be Over You by Toto, Every Time You Go by Paul Young, Missing You by John Waite, and Here I Go Again by Whitesnake. "Let me guess, (name) dumped you.."

And while he uses music to realx, cope, etc. he also just likes to have fun with it.

And he wants to share that fun with his friends, because why wouldn't they want to have their own personal sound tracks for their day? So he waits for opportunities to use music to make things more interesting, like:

Writing a song using nothing but the annoyed text messages Yen sends him, then singing it to her.

That particular experiment led to him using the mean messages Valdo Marx left on his social media posts to write a hit album that went on to win him several awards. Valdo had been frothing at the mouth p*ssed. It had been the ultimate insult.

Every time Geralt gets annoyed with him and tells him to f**k off, Jaskier gets his guitar and follows Geralt around singing I'm Gonna Be(500 Miles) by The Proclaimers, his Northern accent (which he usually tries to hide) on full blast. There is nowhere safe when he does this. Not even the bathroom. Geralt was onced forced to listen to Jaskier stand outside the bathroom door, singing while he took a sh*t. Yennefer thought it was as funny as h*ll. Geralt, not so much.

Jaskier has a wide variety of 80's music (because that is Geralt's favorite) that he uses to annoy entertain Geralt and Yennefer with throughout the day. But sometimes, he uses the same song for a certain type of situation.

Like when Geralt and Yennefer are having a romantic moment. They can be in the kitchen, on the couch, in the hallway...anywhere, and Jaskeir will immediately fire up the old school stereo, pop in a cassette, and play Glory of Love by Peter Cetera, or Now and Forever by Richard Marx

Geralt: *annoyed and slighly embarrassed* Hm.

And may all the gods forbid that Geralt be caught smiling at Yennefer when she's not looking because Jaskier WILL play The Way You Make Me Feel by Michael Jackson.

If he catches Yennefer doing it to Geralt, he's immediately singing I Want You by Savage Garden, or Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen. It embarrasses the ever living f**k out of her, especially when he does it in public because he has to make a scene. And when he starts singing, people start gathering.

If he really wants to embarrass Yennefer, he starts singing Bad Romance by Lady Gaga, AND does the dance.

Sometimes he gets Ciri in on it. Like when they burst into Geralt's room on a Saturday morning, jump on the bed and start singing The Best Day Ever.

If they really want to annoy Geralt, they start following him around singing Crazy Frog. Anytime, anywhere, Jaskier and Ciri give eachother The Look, and it's on. Geralt's body just instantly goes into flight mode the minute Jaskier starts making the motorcycle noises. Running is ineffective because they just follow him, doing the little dance.

Jaskier knows exactly which songs to put on when Geralt is having a hard time saying what he wants to say. The man is sometimes just not good with words, and 'Hmm' and 'Hm' can only go so far. So, Jaskier is always ready for those moments.

He carries an oldschool boombox and a small collection of tapes. They can be anywhere. In the car, in the house, walking down the street and Jaskier will f***ing pop up out of nowhere with his music.

The first time he did it, Geralt was in Roach, driving Yennefer somewhere, and the 'Hmm's weren't cutting it, and suddenly there was a little 'click' from the back and Because I Love You by Stevie B started playing.

Geralt glanced in the rearview mirror and Jaskier was there, sitting on the back seat with a huge grin, giving him a thumbs up and mouthing "I got you, bestie!" Geralt considered driving into the nearest concrete wall while Yennefer just smiled and asked Jaskier to turn it up.

She didn't think it was as funny when her and Geralt were walking around the mall, holding hands, and Geralt just so happened to spot Jaskeir coming towards them with his boombox, and it was suddenly a case of 'Making my way down town, walking fast'.

Jaskier starts playing Uptown Girl by Billy Joel, and now it's 'walking faster....', as people start looking at them, and the next thing they know Yennefer and Geralt are running through the mall, with Jaskier running after them, holding his boombox over his head.

Everytime Geralt was locked in his room, trying to deal with something alone, Jaskier would put his little cassette player outside his bedroom door and play supportive songs like I Will Be Here For You by Michael W. Smith and Never Surrender by Corey Hart. And he would play it over and over until Geralt decided to come out. Of course Geralt always grumbled that he was only coming out so Jaskier would turn it off. It definitley wasn't because the song made him feel better.

When Jaskier wants to make them laugh themselves onto the floor, he will put on Cotton Eye Joe and do the dance. If they are in public and the song starts playing, he start dancing. It's funny when it happens at a club or bar. Not funny when it happens in the middle of the grocery store.

Need to hype himself or Geralt up before they do something that will cause Yen to have to go get her box of "dumbass" band-aids? They will both be standing there singing Big Balls by AC/DC at the tops of their lungs.

If Geralt and Yennefer had a fight, you bet your a** Jaskier has sat down on the couch with his guitar and started loudly singing Richard Marx's Right Here Waiting For You, or Take This Heart.

If they even start arguing in front of him, Jaskier is putting on Hold My Hand by Michael Jackson.

They once p*ssed each other off so bad one night that they refused to be in the same room together. So of course Jaskier goes into the livingroom, turns on the stereo, cranks up the volume, and puts on Endless Summer Nights by Richard Marx.

When Geralt and Yennefer both stick their heads out of their isolation chambers, they see Jaskier standing in the dark in the livingroom, slowly waving his lighter over his head like he's at some kind of concert, and for some reason it's hilarious and they both just start laughing their a**es off.

When Yennefer and Geralt got 'divorced', Jaskier gave Geralt a cassette with One More Try by Tommy T on it, and made him drive them to Yennefer's house in Vengerberg. Then he shoved Yen into Roach. They had to sit there, the song playing on repeat, with Jaskier holding on to them so they couldn't get away. He made them stay there until they made up.

He had a big fight with Geralt once, and the Witcher was holed up in Roach, refusing to speak to him. Yennefer looked out the window to see Jaskier standing next to Roach, holding up his boombox and alternately playing Hard To Say I'm Sorry by Chicago and If I Could Turn Back Time by Cher. In the rain.

Yennefer had yelled at Geralt in his head Gods, Geralt, make up with him already! Look at him! The poor, sweet little b**tard is standing out there looking like a heartbroken teenager that's just stepped out of an old 80's afterschool special!

Jaskier even once gave Yennefer a surprise epic homecoming. She'd been gone for a whole week, and Geralt had been practically languishing. He'd spent the whole week, drifing aimlessly around the house or draped dramatically over the couch.

Geralt had been waiting for Yennefer in the driveway when she'd gotten back, and the second she'd stepped out of the car, Geralt had her in his arms. And at that moment, Jaskier had thrown open the second story window and leaned out, holding his boombox and blasting Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by Starship.

Geralt couldn't even be mad. The timing had been perfect, and so had the song. Although he had been a little bit embarrassed when the neighbors had come out to see what all the fuss was about.

They'ed started clapping and whistling, and someone had tossed him a can of beer. And that had started a small impromptu welcome home block party.

[goldenroutledge]

can I request number 2 & 3 from prompt list b with drew pretty please??? 🤍 p.s. luv u and congrats on 500 💕💕

kiss me more

pairing: drew starkey x reader

word count: 1.0k

warning(s): just fluff!!

summary: during a movie night with your family, you and drew have to sneak away for a minute

a/n: i wrote this with my aspen’s bliss au in mind, since i thought it would be cute to write a little blurb about it but it can be read as a stand alone!! i combined this w another request too, the prompt is bolded!

drew starkey masterlist

© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

The day ended almost as quickly as it began, but after all, there was truth to the saying ‘time flies by when you’re having fun’. Nobody had any desire to check on the time while skiing all day, letting the light of the sky lead the way up until dark.

Your nieces and nephew begged to have a movie night before it was time for them to go to bed, and everyone was on vacation so why not. They could stay up a little later than usual. Sure the activities in Aspen were fun, but relaxation was just as important. Especially if you didn’t want to be flying home with a stiff and sore body.

Once everyone had freshened up, the kids plopped right in their favorite spots on the large sofa, arranging their blankets and pillows while the adults prepared popcorn and snacks. You and Drew were the last out of your room, though it was unintentional.

On vacations like these, stopping to smell the roses mattered more than usual. It was nice to slow down from your busy lives for once and enjoy one another. Along with your family too, of course. But you’d take what you could get.

Drew moped behind you down the hallway, legs more exhausted than he led on. He was doing an awful job at hiding the discomfort caused by his aching muscles so far.

“You ok, babe?” You asked him, eyes peering over your shoulder to catch his subtle limping.

“Oh, yeah.” Drew played off. “Never been better.”

A giggle escaped your lips as you stopped walking and waited for him towards the end of the hallway, folding your arms over your chest as you cocked an eyebrow at his fib. “Oh, yeah? It doesn’t look like it.”

He took your hand in his as you leaned against the wall, his other arm circling around your waist. “I think your eyes are deceiving you. I’m perfectly fine.”

“Whatever, you say, love.” You quipped. “If only you took my advice to stretch before hitting the slopes today, then maybe you wouldn’t have to hide your sore limbs.”

You advanced towards the living room, dragging Drew by the hand you still held onto. He had other plans apparently, spinning you around to face him before pulling you into his arms.

“They’re waiting on us.” You reminded him, half-protesting but still melting into his embrace. You took a deep inhale of his scent while your nose drowned in the fabric of his pajama shirt, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Fine.” He grumbled into your hair, releasing you from his arms.

“If you can even get there.” You teased, patting his shoulder playfully and earning a wince out of him.

-

Ignoring the heavy feeling of your eyelids wanting to pull down, you tried your hardest to pay attention to the Incredibles that was currently playing on the large flat screen. Your nephew begged for that movie, and succeeded once he won in a simple game of heads or tails.

In all honesty, it was hard to pay attention to the movie with Drew right beside you, his arm hanging loosely around your shoulders. He looked beautiful, sitting there in an ivory colored T-shirt and some sweatpants, hair tousled just how you liked it. Not to mention his features that were shining just right from the glow of the TV.

The warmth from the plush blanket kept you cozy, but you swore you were burning up once Drew caught you staring and admiring him out of the corner of his eye, smirking to himself afterwards. Damn, the things he did to you. It just wasn’t fair.

Unraveling yourself from the blanket and his hold, you leaned up to his ear to whisper your reasoning. “I’m gonna get a drink, I’m thirsty.” Thirsty for something, alright. He simply nodded as you got up and sauntered away into the kitchen.

The ice water felt good on your throat and helped your overheating body as it streamed through, taking a few gulps immediately. The glass nearly dropped from your hand and shattered on the floor at the feeling of a hand on your hip, your boyfriend shushing you shortly after he felt you jump.

“It’s just me, darling.” He reassured through a mumble, pressing a featherlight kiss to your warm neck.

Setting down the glass on the counter, you turned around and huffed in faux frustration. “Ok, I know you haven’t done anything, but can you please stop looking so goddamn kissable, my whole family is here.”

Drew chuckled, hands finding home on your waist. “I guess I just can’t help it.”

“Well, start helping it, Starkey. I’m struggling here.”

“Ok, sweetheart.” He soothed, gazing at you with pure adoration. “I’ll try to look less kissable, I guess.”

He slid his tongue between his teeth to suppress his laughter as he grinned, running a hand through his already messy hair.

Taking one quick peek around the corner to the living room, you checked to see if the coast was clear. Fuck it.

In one quick motion, you cupped his face with both hands and connected your lips together. The kiss was sweet but longing. Being around family for an entire vacation really didn’t allow for PDA, and who knew you would feel so touch starved after just a few days.

Drew was surprised but took almost no time to reciprocate, smiling against your lips as you gave into your temptation.

“I don’t think it’s working.” You whimpered in between kisses, your smile growing too big at the point you had to pull away.

“Apparently not.” Drew added, eyebrows raising at your change of tune. “But I don’t mind, y’know… maybe you should kiss me s’more.” He muttered, attaching his lips to yours once again.

Just as your hands were tangling in his hair, the ‘Ahem.’ of someone clearing their throat made you pull back suddenly.

“Enjoying your drinks?” Your older sister queried, tilting her head as she looked at you two.

Your shocked and guilty expressions turned back to amused ones very quickly, taking each other’s hands as you made your way past her and out of the kitchen.

“Mhm.” You answered, winking at Drew. “Just what I needed.”

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[thevindicativevordan]

Thoughts on James Gunn taking over DC films?

You are the first person to ask me about all the twists and turns related to DC of late. Disappointed in the rest of you, are my hot takes on the latest gossip not why you all keep coming back? Well let's jump in, first up a minor character I have more than a passing interest in: Superman.

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Five years, two major Superman projects meant to reboot the character, and... we end up right back with Cavill. Hamada's departure cleared the way for Cavill to return as the "main" Superman, with the help of the Rock of course. Between Jim Lee and the official DC Comics/Superman social media accounts welcoming Cavill back, and the trades putting out that WBD is eager to get another solo Superman film starring Cavill up and running, the Abrams/Coates project is all but dead already. No need for a new reboot if you're going to keep using the guy the previous regime planned on replacing, especially since they've passed on everything Abrams was working on thus far. Plus Hamada seems to have left on very bad terms, he didn't even take a production deal to smooth his exit, and he was the main backer for this project, I doubt Zaslav has any intention of greenlighting whatever Hamada projects in development that are left.

How do I feel? Well cautious would be the right word. I've made no secret of the fact that I thought Snyder sucked and I'd rate Cavill's acting as "wooden" at best. Perhaps with a new director and scriptwriter all the people who hail Cavill as the definitive post-Reeve Superman will finally get something they can point to in order to convince me, perhaps not, he did say For Tomorrow was his favorite Superman story - and if that's what he chooses to adapt with his second chance I fully expect him to crash and burn yet again. However he also mentioned wanting to fight Brainiac in old interviews, and his last pitch for a solo with MacQuarrie was rumored to essentially be Superman and the GLC teaming up to fight Brainiac. Lose the GLC and I'd be game, at this point all I want is an Aquaman tier Superman movie. Something fun that makes a billion and gets DC to greenlight more interesting Superman projects on the comics side (and maybe we could even get a video game too). Adapt Johns Brainiac arc which lets you use Sasha's Supergirl too, and I think it's possible to make a Superman movie that reviews well and crosses the billion dollar threshold at the box office.

My hunch is S&L will get to keep running until MoS2 is ready, which I predict will be in 2025. Two more seasons then for S&L, for a total of five, which isn't a bad run at all for the show. Maybe Hoechlin will even get to show up in a film adaption of CoIE if that ever happens, he deserves it without a doubt.

Oh and I guess the Rock wants to have a Black Adam vs. Superman fight. Look just use Superman/Shazam: The Return of Black Adam as your foundation for that and it might be entertaining at least. I predict Black Adam's overall box office return to be around $500 million (maybe $600 million if it releases in China), enough to keep Johnson in the game but not enough to make him the center the way he wants. Not sure how that will affect things going forward but hey, the new DC head - or at least one of them - loves B and C-Listers, maybe that will work in the Rock's favor.

Gunn taking over is not a move I was expecting but it makes sense. He's a comics guy who has a good track record with adapting characters others would write off as worthless, and Safran is there to keep him in check so he doesn't run wild. If you're a fan of the B and C-Listers at DC this is great news, Gunn shares your affection and is a guy who actually reads modern comics. Just recently he gushed over Tom King's Strange Adventures mini, which might not be a good thing depending on your views regarding King, but it shows that he loves the source material and has respect for the actual creators who are making the comics. Upside for me is I think we will get a Bloodsport miniseries which makes me happy, and lots of comics creators were very happy at this news, which is an encouraging sign.

Regarding Superman specifically I'm not thrilled. Gunn does not seem to have any interest or affection for the character, it's hilarious the Snyder cultists hate Gunn so much because he and Snyder are of one mind when it comes to using Superman. Gunn too wanted to use a mind controlled evil Superman for The Suicide Squad, and that's hardly the kind of guy I want in the exec suites deciding which of the Superman scripts to go with for Cavill's second solo. No doubt that if Gunn had been calling the shots, he would've saved Batman: The Caped Crusader and sent My Adventures With Superman out to be shopped around, he's the type to greenlight Noonan's over Wonder Woman: The Animated Series, I'm not holding my breath on Gunn pivoting away from the overreliance on Batman. One point in his favor: given he wanted to make a Krypto movie (admittedly because he found Superman's dog more interesting than Superman himself) we're probably going to get League of Super-Pets 2, with the first movie being something I enjoyed and wouldn't mind seeing a sequel to. I think he's also friends with Grant Morrison, maybe he'll reach out to Morrison for advice regarding Supes which would be the best possible way this could play out.

Zaslav was said to not be planning on giving up all that much power per old reports. He wanted a Feige but didn't intend to let that Feige do as he pleased, Zaslav would still be involved. Given the Trinity were specifically called out as brands he wanted to grow separately from the DC brand as a whole, my hunch is Zaslav will continue to be hands on in anything involving the Trinity. Gunn will get more freedom with the rest of the DCU, but those three are going to need Zaslav's approval for anything major.

For better or for worse it seems WBD has found a new direction for itself, having tossed the old roadmap out. As we approach Superman's 85th I just pray the stuff I'm interested in survives and the new guys in charge are less shitty in their handling of the character than the old regime was.

[butterbeerblurbs]

flowing into your heart (f.w.)

 💌 : being friends with the golden trio meant you had front-row tickets to hagrid’s shenanigans. one of it being putting you and fred weasley on a boat because he’d like to add “matchmaker” onto his resume.

📝 word count: 3,800 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸 fluff fluff fluff

💬: this is a part of @ch0colatefr0gs​​​ 500 writing challenge! congrats again on 500, love! 🥳✨

⛵️prompt: “you and ___ are cute, i’ll put you in a boat.” / “you’ll put us in a what?” - captain holt to jake and amy, brooklyn 99 

sneaking out of the castle during the times you weren’t supposed to be... out of said castle, was no out of the ordinary thing when it came to being with the golden trio. sometimes, you became a part of the equation whenever you chimed in your thoughts. (albeit when they don’t ask for it)

today was no different when they said they’d be going down to hagrid’s. something along the lines of testing out a... small thing he has been working on. it piqued your interest and when the trio said they’d be heading out to hagrid’s cottage at half past eight and offered you to tag along, you did.

so that’s how all of you ended up following hagrid’s lead, deeper into the woods. the giant says nothing the whole way, only making you feel anxious at where he was leading all of you.

barely knowing where you were as it’s getting pretty dark, you can only make up the sight of a small boat coming into view as all of you stood by a lake. you squint your eyes at the sight, and no one’s asking questions yet? you had no idea what the little... experiment was all about anyway. you ought to be the first one to say something, but hagrid beats you to it.

“welp! here we are!” hagrid chuckles, and it seems like there was more than just the five of you when it seems like a certain pair of twins were here as well.

“hello there, children,” george snickers, “out of bed?” fred snorts.

“h-hey, how’d you guys get here?” ron hisses, and you could tell that he’s probably glaring at his brothers.

“think we’d join in on the fun, right georgie?” one of the two elbows the other.

“right you are, freddie,” the second from the first elbows back.

as the voices die out to the silence, past the dark, you gaze to fred’s direction to see he’s already looking at you. swallowing the lump in your throat, you quickly look away, up to the sky. you hate how your brain can’t process what hagrid is saying because of how nervous you feel. your heart is hammering in your chest at the sight of fred, and you hate how the boy doesn’t even know. it’s not until hagrid mentions your name that you find yourself coming back to reality instead of having your head in the clouds.

“well... i reckon y/n and mr. weasley look cute together, so i’ll put two of you in a boat!”

“m-me?!” ron squeaks, only for hagrid to snort, “not you, laddie!” he turns to the pair of ginger heads who glance at one another. hagrid effortlessly grabs ahold of fred and places him in the boat. then, he reaches for you to do the same and upon being placed in the boat, there’s a split moment you thought you’d fall into the abyss but fred’s hands are already by your sides, gently holding you down to take a seat.

your heart is about to fly out of your ribcage and you’re certain if this place was well-lit, might as well call yourself a cherry tomato at how hot your face feels at fred’s kind gesture.

“you alright?” he asks softly, trying to get comfortable on the wooden seat and you nod, trying to relax opposite him, “y-yeah, ‘m okay,”

you can’t even digest what hagrid is saying at the proximity between you and fred. usually there’s a large table between the pair of you or at least an arm’s length away when walking with friends but now? in a small boat that barely fits three people, here is two, mushed together, legs tangled. before you can try to comprehend the spell hagrid was casting, all you can feel is a small tingle of sparks tingling your body before your eyes force themselves shut at the sudden gush of wind greeting you.

it sends shivers down your spine before the boat accelerates with a ferocious speed that nearly sends you off the damned thing. luckily (or maybe the opposite...) there’s a pair of arms steadying you down, as if its’ keeping you grounded.

you realise you’re making incomprehensible sounds, as if you’re speaking in tongues that you ignore the soft chuckle coming from the boy next to you.

when you manage to catch your breath, the boat slows down and it’s like you can hear a pin drop. your eyes peel open and it’s almost pitch black, except the small glow of the night sky painted above you. your brows furrow when you feel your hands not in the position they were in before the boat took off... nor is your body. your eyes trail off to your hands to see they’re... wrapped around fred weasley’s torso and his, tucked around your waist. your cheek, pressed to his chest and gosh, he smells like cinnamon and-gasping, you pull away from him, yet he does it nonchalantly as if he’s unbothered, a smirk on his face.

“you know, i don’t mind it at all,” he winks, and you scoff a laugh at him, nudging him playfully (as if he could go very far), “oh sod off, weasley,”

there’s a moment of uncertainty and silence that falls over the pair of you. unsure if it was confusion or... nervousness or... both, you look around only to realize you have no idea where you were. it’s almost like... the only thing that’s lighted is the lamp attached to the boat and what seems to look like some stars scattered above. and... fred, right in front of you, who is currently looking right at you and nowhere else.

come to think of it, he doesn’t really look as surprised as you are.

“so... um... nice view, huh?” he tries to break the silence that bestows unknowingly, and he can’t help but grin at your response.

“freddie,” (because you’re calling him like that)

“yeah?”

“it’s pitch black and we can’t see anything,” your arm extends to point at the vast space of nothing. absolutely nothing.

“i mean i can see you,” he’s blunt, but then again, fred weasley has always been honest and direct with his words. however, when you catch the meaning of his words that... you’re the view he’s talking about, you can’t help but feel the butterflies roaming freely from within. yet, you shut them down whenever they tried to escape, muttering a quick, “ha ha, hilarious,”

you exhale deeply and roll your eyes, flicking the material of your robe lining your wrists. you’re still looking around to see if anything else was going to happen, because if this was part of hagrid’s little experiment, it’s not very impressive if it means he’s just going to cast a spell on a boat to speed across the wide sea of nothing.

fred doesn’t let you ponder too far, bringing you back to the topic you tried to brush off.

“i don’t think i was being funny, y/n,” he hasn’t looked away from you since, resting against his side of the boat and cocking a brow up to you when you finally do the same against your side of the boat, trying to make do with whatever space there is here.

“oh, really? then what?” you fold your arms, raising your brow,

“i mean, i think you look like an angel,” he shrugs, “just without the wings,”

“so like a normal, average person?” you sneer, using one of your foot to nudge against his. he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, gazing down to your legs closely pressed together because... this is a pretty small boat. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“what?” you feign innocence, blinking at him, “it’s not like you’re flirting with me,”

at your remark, that’s the first time it’s rendered fred speechless. his mouth hangs open, eyes widening before they scrunch in confusion as he stares at you incredulously.

“good golly, y/n. for someone as smart as hermoine, you are a bit daft sometimes, aren’t you?”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you huff, puffing your chest out as you lean closer to him without realising. he takes this opportunity to mirror your actions, leaning a bit too much for your comfort that he takes up the rest of your vision. it makes you gasp at how close he is again all of a sudden, making your head spin as he smiles at you this near, it’s as if you can count how many lashes he has despite it being this dark.

“well, now i’m going to ask, are you interested in me?” he tilts his head a little, teasing.

“y-you?” breathless is what you are, a little scared.

“yes, me,” he confirms, with a nod, “fred weasley,”

said boy doesn’t know which confuses him more: your statement, or the way you lean away from him once more, trying to create a bigger distance between the pair of you.

“i... well...” you debated being honest, but figured... if there’s a moment you had to be, now would be the perfect time to be nothing but honest when there’s literally only you and fred here. maybe, just maybe, whatever happens here, will stay here.

“i had to question myself multiple times if i was - if i’m being honest,” you were sure you were being soft, not trusting your voice to be an octave louder because you could feel your insides shaking. the thought of it alone scared you, but saying it out loud in front of the boy who has been keeping you up for countless of nights made it feel like there was a tsunami wrecking up inside.

it wasn’t that you didn’t like fred. godric, you do. if anything, you liked him so much you wondered it almost every other day if your feelings were... still there. and they were. every time he came up to you just to say good morning, or how you can hear him asking where you were when you were just a step behind from the rest, or the way he insisted to walk you to class because you had too many books for a pretty girl to carry (you had two). it made your heart feel full whenever he seemed to care about your presence but... you’d be lying if you said he only cared about you.

fred and george were no strangers to anyone (at least, the vast majority). being in the quidditch team, the ultimate duo of pranksters, of course their names were well-known at hogwarts. with that, it came to being friends with a lot of people as well. with that, it was also noticing how there were a swarm of girls interested in them. with that... (the last ‘with that’, promise), you couldn’t help but feel dejected whenever it’s also possible fred’s just a kind soul who is nice to everyone. you’ve seen it and heard it many, many times.

“y-you... had to question multiple times if you fancied me?”

him repeating your own confession back to yourself, made your anger boil from within. not at him but at yourself. no matter how hard you’re trying, you can’t seem to hold it back and-“of course i had to!” your voice echoes and it repeats a couple of times into fred’s ears. he's taken back by your sudden outburst, looking like a puppy that took a step too far and you almost hate yourself for raising your voice. your eyes avoid his as you look down to your fiddling thumbs, still flicking one and the other to relieve your nerves.

“o-of course i had to...” you mumbled softly, refusing to look at him and fred... fred doesn’t like that one bit.

“why?” he asks, the same volume you spoke and it seems like the boat has slowed down. you didn’t know if it was actually slowing down or if... your head is making you see things.

“because what if i get hurt from liking you too much? what if... you were as nice to me as everyone else and i’d spiral down this - this sick joke of being infatuated with you and all this while you had eyes for someone else?” you look up to him and this time, fred feels a knot tighten in his gut. the way you genuinely look... upset, and that these are your sincere thoughts, made him want to extinguish every single one of them but-”what if i’m in over my head that someone like you would like someone like me? o-or what if i misread the signs and-” your eyes flutter shut, feeling prickles against the back of your eyes as hot tears start to form.

you inhaled sharply and refuse to speak, knowing your voice will give out at the first sign of it cracking. a tear manages to escape, before you use your sleeves to wipe them away.

“y/n,” fred’s voice is as clear as day, the only thing vibrating against your eardrums in the tranquil.

“y-you don’t have to say anything, really,” you refuse to listen, shaking your head, ”it’s fine, this is pathetic and we can pretend this never-”

“y/n!” similar to your outburst, the sound of fred’s voice raising up in volume makes you flinch. your eyes shoot up to him but they don’t stay on him very long before you quickly look away, unable to look him in the eyes if he rejects you and-“i’m mad for you,”-there’s only so much your heart can... can...

what?

your face morphs into one of confusion, changing from afraid to... puzzled.

“w-what?”

fred licks his lips and tries to shift closer, testing the waters to see if you would move and you don’t. so when you don’t, he carefully makes you face him properly so he can look at you, a toothy grin appearing on his face as he brings the color return to your face.

“i’m way in over my head for you, love. so much i think it’s driving everyone bloody bonkers that i haven’t confessed up until now,” he gives you shoulders a squeeze before letting you go, seeing that you still need time to digest before he can try to show his affections for you. when he sees that you’re still very much in denial, he clears his throat to continue.

“do i think i go around asking people where you are all the time just because i didn’t fancy you? or how i constantly try to sit across from you because i really do think your smile is gorgeous?” he watches as you take the information in and it seems like the nuts and bolts were being placed in the right places when there’s a blush on your cheeks. he feels like he should stop, but when you’ve had your moment to say what you had to say, well, fred thinks he should have his moment to say what he wants to, too.

“do you think i’d go to honeydukes to get you pumpkin pasties, in the middle of a snowstorm just to cheer you up if i didn’t fancy you?”

“that really cheered me up, freddie,” you admit quietly, and fred refuses to give in, not now - no matter how hard you were making it for him by looking that adorable.

“merlin, y/n, i even got hagrid to put us here together so i’d have a chance to...” fred’s voice trails off quietly, “to...”

“t-to what?”

as if it’s on cue, there’s a small spark between the pair of you that rises from beneath the boat, flying up into the air at least two heads above and it combusts quietly. the words string out together as y/n, i think you’re an angel sent from above. could i, fred weasley, have the honors of going out with you?

it wasn’t particularly big or grand, but it was as if it was meant to be small enough for this intimate moment between the pair of you. after the words disappear, small tiny hearts start to fall down, as if in slow motion and you follow the hearts back into fred’s eyes. it finally sinks in that… the boy you had so desperately hoped to see you in the same light, is lighting up fireworks to show you just that.

“i-if this is some sort of sick joke, i’m going to kick you somewhere where it really hurts, fred weasley,”

he can only smirk, inching closer to you and locking you in place with his knees casing you in, “figured i’d be safe then,”

“you...” you had no idea how you were still sane, blinking a couple of times profusely to make sure this wasn’t a dream, “...really like me?” 

he knows you’re somewhat convinced. you just need... a little push to believe him completely.

“could i have the permission to show you, y/n?” he carefully uses a hand to tuck your hair behind your ear and gazes into your eyes.

“please do,” your voice comes out in a soft breath and it’s not long before your vision starts to blur, shifting the focus to just fred being in your line of sight.

fred shifts closer than he already is and reaches out with one arm to steady himself by your waist, the other gently cupping your cheek. he adores the way you gaze into his eyes as he brings his lips down onto yours, eyes flutters shut upon contact. he feels your body tensing at the initial touch of his lips, but soon you melt against him as he kisses you with such delicacy it’s making your heart swell. you can smell the hint of firecracker embers and a whiff of cinnamon on him. you didn’t know where this newfound source of confidence came from but your hands, gingerly crawl up his sides and wrap themselves around his neck that it earns you a soft sound of approval from him.

he can feel your smile against his lips, mimicking a smile you can feel on yours before teeth starts to break the kiss at how wide the both of you are grinning. you rest your forehead against his, breathless, and when fred opens his eyes before you to see yours still closed, at peace, his heart is for certain (as if he needed it to be).

he was so in love with you, he couldn’t see a day without you in it. and right now, where fred was the only thing you could see… you could finally see it.

“you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, his thumb gently caressing across your blushing cheek. it makes the side of your eyes crinkle as you open your eyes a little, a wide smile still apparent. “i feel pretty, freddie,”

“guess you’ll be feeling pretty all the time then,” he smirks, raising a brow, “i won’t let you have a chance to forget, i’m quite the charmer, you know?” he’s doing that thing with his eyebrows again, eliciting a laugh from you as you gently let your fingers run through his hair (and fred resists the urge to ask you to do it again, feeling his heart somersault at the innocent gesture).

“i mean, as long as you’re not shouting it down the halls or getting expelled for it, you’re more than welcomed,”

“...eh, no promises on the latter,” he shrugs, tsk-ing right after.

“freddie!” your hand hits his back gently.

“‘m only joking!” he laughs with you, shaking his head. he then lifts his chin up with a brow cocked, “or am i?”

fred has always found a way to make you smile, even in moments you never thought he’d be able to. today, at the sound of his confession and your feelings out in the open for each other, sealed with your lips together, it was another day of fred weasley making you smile so hard, your cheeks are hurting. it fills your heart with a feeling no one else could. 

surely, yes, surely, whatever happened here is going to stay here, for your memory only. however... the scenarios you imagined yourself doing with fred inside or out of the castle, were going to be a reality. not just a vision you see in your dreams. most certainly not when… he’s holding onto your hand tight, pressing kisses onto the back of it and smiling at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him.

whatever hagrid’s experiment was, albeit it’s a facade, you give him an outstanding.

((”hagrid, please! ’m begging you! just this once!” fred huffs, tailing the giant around.

“just this once, this boy says. reckon a week or two later he’d come back asking for the same thing!” the gatekeeper refuses to acknowledge fred following him back to his cottage. (yep, fred had been walking and begging all the way from the castle)

“c’mon, hagrid!”

fred only bumps against his back when hagrid stops walking. the ginger haired boy huffs and dusts his robe, shaking his head dejectedly. he turns around and begins his way back, mumbling to himself, “f-fine... i’ll figure something out then... i guess confessing to y/n on a hot air balloon would be the next shot,”

“hold your horses!” fred’s shoulders stiffen at the bellowing of hagrid’s voice. he turns around carefully to have hagrid storming up to him with curious eyes.

“did you say y/n, freddie boy?”

“...yeah...?” he’s beyond confused, but he can’t deny the excitement from within when hagrid looks sold upon the mention of your name.

with a devilish smirk, hagrid instantly agrees, “alrightie lad! i’ll do it!”

fred doesn’t try his luck to question why, only grateful that hagrid is on his side to help.

hagrid doesn’t disclose to fred why he’s interested all of a sudden, but let’s just say, this friendly giant has been a bearer to your secrets for a while now, and when hagrid sees this opportunity in front of his eyes... c’mon, you can’t expect him to pass on it.))

//

(((”d’you see anything?” hagrid asks, giving harry - who was resting on hagrid’s shoulders - a nudge,

“darn it, no. it’s too dark to see anything,” the boy in round-glasses huffs, shaking his head.

“maybe you guys should actually give them some space. you know, the whole point of them being so far only where it’s just the two of them?” hermoine chastises, refusing to join the boys with their nosy antics of figuring out what was going on between you and fred.

“ah, but then where would all the fun be?” george chimes, finding a way to climb onto a tree just to see if he could get a peep.)))