#he really revealed so much about how he sees george huh

[abushelandablog]

Lewis could you be any less subtle

"George, if you were to be a pet owner what do you think you would have?"

[baronessvonglitter]

Cherry, Cherry 🍒 Chapter 2 🍒

“Coffee & Garth Brooks”

pre-outbreak! AU!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: 1,247

Summary: Joel visits you at work and during some innocent flirting, you reveal something that you probably should have just kept quiet about.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, however this chapter is pretty tame, age gap (reader is 18, Joel is 35), reader is tomboyish but otherwise no race mentioned and will not be throughout the series, until specified this story takes place in the summer of 2003 and is AU with no outbreak, flirting, reader has mild fantasies about Joel, no use of y/n

Series Masterlist

Mondays at the cafe are hectic. So as eager as you are to see if Joel will show up, you're also swamped with orders. It's not until the crowd begins to clear that you see him. He's smiling at you and you can't ignore the way your heart does a little backflip.

"Hey!" You greet him with a smile.

He approaches the counter. Today he's wearing a heather-gray t shirt and jeans. His hair is tousled, beard neatly trimmed, and you catch a whiff of clean-scented shower gel coming off him. "I remember you," he says, a playful glint in his dark eyes.

"I remember you too. . and I remember I owe you a coffee for helping me yesterday."

"Hang on there. Where's that ring I labored so arduously to free from your kitchen drain?"

You smile at his wordiness. "Why, it's right here." You extend your left hand to show off the ring, a lot cleaner and shinier than the last time he saw it.

He surprises you by taking your hand with a delicate touch. "It would've been a shame to lose somethin' so pretty." His eyes move up to yours, as if to gauge your reaction. "That offer still on the table?"

This small yet meaningful gesture mesmerizes you. "The… offer?" you mumble. "Oh! The coffee." Crimson, you fix his coffee, giving him a bigger size than you're supposed to. "Are you on your way to a site?" You ask as you hand him his drink.

"Thank you. Yeah, I've gotta check in on a site before noon." He sips his coffee, leaning against the counter. You try not to stare but you give a quick glance - his body, even when at rest, seems powerful.

"What's it like, being a contractor? Do you like it?" Before the words come out of your mouth you realize how immature you sound. Of course he likes it. He wouldn't be in that business if he didn't.

You feel a little relief when he smiles. "It depends on the day. You get plenty of sun, and you have to deal with a lot of bullshit, deadlines.. but it pays. So I don't mind it all that much. What about you? You enjoy bein' a barista?" Joel smirks and you wonder if he's enjoying your exchange as much as you are.

"It's thrilling," you say in a deadpan voice. "Wanna trade places for a day?"

"I'll pass," he laughs. "Sounds like you're tryin' to get out of work right now," he teases you, leaning over the counter. He places his elbows down and rests his chin on his clasped palms.

"Can you blame me? At least you get your choice of music in your truck, not whatever this is," you roll your eyes at the indie jazz playing over the speakers.

"I'm in charge of the radio in my truck. Just the way I like it."

"What do you listen to?" You also lean against the counter, subconsciously angling yourself towards him. You're only vaguely aware of the cafe, of your surroundings. As you talk with him it just feels good.

"I'll listen to almost anything: rock, oldies, anything really. I guess I don't like anything too artsy and pretentious-soundin'," he answers.

"You strike me as a country music lover," you give him a little bit of teasing.

He tilts his head to the side. "You got a read on me already, huh? Well I won't lie, I listen to some country, but only the old stuff. Not this new, pop-py, overproduced stuff."

"Do you like Garth Brooks? George Strait? They're the greats. You have to like them."

"Girl, you're too young to tell me who the greats are," he grins. "George is the king of country music. Garth's a given. He's kinda cheesy sometimes, but his songwriting is great, no denyin' that."

"When I was a kid I used to go around singing his songs to anyone who would listen. I would put on a show, sing at the top of my lungs.. I was a pretty rambunctious kid," you laugh at the memory.

"Bet you're just as rambunctious as an adult too," he says playfully.

You smirk. Joel's flirting with you, there's nothing more obvious. "I'm a college girl. I'm supposed to be rambunctious."

He gives a low chuckle and an intrusive thought slides into your brain: you want to know what that low rumble in his chest sounds like, with your ear pressed against him… When you come back to your senses you catch his eyes scanning your face. "Fair enough. I'm sure you've got all the boys chasin' ya, huh?"

There it is: the question you thought was only ever asked in books, in movies, and Joel is the one to ask it about you. "Oh.. not really.."

"I find that hard to believe."

You look away a moment, wiping an invisible spot on the counter with a cloth. "Truth is, I kind of have someone.. back home in Houston." You dare a peek at him only to see something like relief cross his face.

"That's great," he says, maintaining a smile.

You regret saying something like that. Trevor isn't someone worth bringing up to Joel, yet you have used him almost as a shield, and you don't know why. "It's, uh.. kind of uh.. ambiguous," you add. "He's going to university there. I guess we're still figuring things out."

Joel nodded slowly. "So.. it's complicated, is what you're sayin'?"

"A little.. I don't really, you know, want to talk about it." You smile and shrug as if it's a minor thing.

"Of course." He puts his hands up, then he looks like he wants to say something but he stays quiet. Looking at his watch he says, "I gotta get to the site."

"Yeah.. I should also get back to work." You turn your back for a moment then turn again to say something else to him but he's already outside going to his truck.

The rest of your shift goes by smoothly and you pocket your tips and start home. Once you're comfortable in the house you allow yourself to think about your interaction with Joel. Of course the first friend you make in Austin would be the ruggedly handsome, middle-aged man next door. A man with a daughter only a few years younger than yourself.

You've never really been in this position before. You don't really recognize your own feelings. You've had crushes on older guys before: teachers, coaches.. so why is this time different? And why are you struggling with it?

Joel, meanwhile, feels himself in almost the same predicament. He doesn't want to admit it to himself but he really likes you. The age difference is too much for him to even consider, but your presence.. it's getting to him. He likes talking to you, wants to be close to you.. but he can't. He doesn't want to mess up his life, and it will only cause problems if he doesn't keep his distance. He worries he won't be able to fully shake you off his mind.

A few days later he spots a paper on his truck windshield. It's a handwritten note from you:

pool party at our place this Saturday @ 2 pm

and your name signed underneath. Joel smiles and gets a pen from inside his truck to write a reply.

We'll be there, he writes beneath your message and he leaves the paper on your car windshield.

<- prev chapter

next chapter ->

divider by @saradika-graphics 👑

[mayhemchicken-varneyposting]

Varney the Vampire, Chapter 4: Guys I Think It Might Be A Vampire

[Previous chapter] [Next chapter]

Morning dawns, so bright and clear and beautiful you can practically hear the Peer Gynt suite in the background. Henry, who has been casting paranoid looks at the creepy portrait all night, is much relieved. Flora wakes up, and she's still freaked out from last night. Henry, after making a token attempt to comfort her, calls his mom in to deal with her Girl Feelings and leaves to confer with Marchdale.

Marchdale is finally willing to share his theory about what is going on. After building suspense for a full page or so, he finally reveals that he thinks it was...a vampire! Both him and Henry immediately agree that this is such a horrible thought that they're not even going to entertain the notion that it might be true, even though it fits the evidence better than any explanation they can think of. They then further agree that they must not tell George any of this, as he is of a delicate constitution and the very idea may just kill him.

George then enters the room, and tells them he's come to the conclusion that Flora was attacked by a vampire.

Henry and Marchdale are greatly upset by this, and make George swear he won't go around actually believing that, or talking about it to anyone. After all, if they tell their mother or Flora, the shock of such an idea may simply be too great.

Flora continues to show symptoms of major blood loss, so Henry rides into town to enlist the services of a medical gentleman, a man of drugs, or any other silly euphemism for "doctor" Rymer can think of. He then discovers that the servants have gossiped about the attack, and now literally everyone in the entire countryside is talking about how there's been a vampire attack. Frazzled, he goes to see the doctor, one Mr. Chillingworth, who tells him he's being crazy and ridiculous. Chillingworth agrees to come by later and have a look at Flora, and Henry rides home as fast as possible to prevent any more people from asking him about the vampire.

When he gets home, he finds out that Flora has also, independently, come to the conclusion that she was attacked by a vampire. Flora is still jumpy and paranoid, and she's heard of the idea that people who are bitten turn into vampires themselves, which isn't helping her mental state. She's also remembered a few more details from the attack, which she recounts vividly. Henry tries to reassure her with little success.

Then Dr. Chillingworth arrives, and proceeds to gaslight the hell out of Flora. First he tells her everything she experienced was a dream, and then after examining the wounds on her neck for two straight minutes pronounces them to be bug bites. Flora can tell this is bullshit, but is too exhausted to really argue with him.

Henry and Chillingworth go into another room, where Chillingworth shares his real opinion, which is that the whole situation is really weird and he has no idea what to make of it. It sure does seem like a vampire, huh! Haha Henry did you know that vampires are healed by the full moon, and that some legends say they prefer to hunt close to full moons so they'll be healed if they get hurt, and that tonight is a full moon? Wild. All obviously bullshit superstitions, of course. Don't even worry about it. Vampires aren't real. But if they were they would definitely attack you tonight. They won't though. Probably. Good night, Henry!

Oh my god this is a long chapter. Okay. Here we go.

The chapter opens with a little narrator soliloquy on the marvelous powers of daylight to sweep away the worries and fears of night. Rymer confidently asserts:

There must be a downright physical reason for this effect—it is so remarkable and so universal. It seems that the sun's rays so completely alter and modify the constitution of the atmosphere, that it produces, as we inhale it, a wonderfully different effect upon the nerves of the human subject. We can account for this phenomenon in no other way.

He uses dry sarcasm from time to time, but I think he might actually believe this.

Something I left out of my summary above is the sheer amount of time dedicated to Moving The Painting Logistics. While he stays up watching his sister, Henry spends several paragraphs examining the painting and trying to figure out how to move it, before eventually concluding that actually, there's no need to, because Flora's definitely going to want to change rooms after this. He will rehash his thought process in full to George and Marchdale later.

Speaking of which, Henry's conversations with the other men in this chapter introduce a fascinating and baffling idea which will be repeated throughout this book.

"He mentioned it to me; but we have both agreed to repudiate it with horror." "To—repudiate—it?" "Yes, George." "And yet—and yet—" "Hush, hush! I know what you would say. You would tell us that our repudiation of it cannot affect the fact. Of that we are aware; but yet will we disbelieve that which a belief in would be enough to drive us mad."

This - this is a weird way of thinking. I could write entire essays on this idea, how it presents itself in the text, and just what the hell I think Rymer might be trying to say with it. To summarize my thoughts in brief, fear in Varney the Vampire is treated as a worse specter than any of the things that cause fear. The idea that is repeated over and over again throughout the narrative is that not believing in a horror which is provably real is better than acknowledging the horror exists. Why? Because the worst, most heinous thing any person can be is afraid. Fear leads to madness, hysteria, emasculation, and societal decline. On the flipside of this, lying and gaslighting are Good Actually so long as they're in the service of preventing fear.

...I would like to remind everyone at this point that vampires are a PROVABLY REAL FACTUAL ENTITY in this universe. This is like not telling people in Florida that a hurricane is about to hit because you don't want to scare them.

With this in mind, we ought to talk about Chillingworth. First, though, I would like to share this line from George that I thought was funny:

"As you please, brother, and as you please, Mr. Marchdale. I know I am a frail reed, and my belief is that this affair will kill me quite."

On to Chillingworth. Chillingworth plays the part of the dedicated skeptic, a role which he adopts, ironically, with a sort of religious fervor. More on that later. As a doctor, Chillingworth fills the Gothic literature archetype of the rational modern man, which means he is completely insufferable. When Henry comes to him with his story, he is openly rude and dismissive:

"I never in all my life heard a more circumstantial narrative in favour of so hideous a superstition." [...] "But the glaring facts of the case." "I don't care if they were ten times more glaring, I won't believe it. I would rather believe you were all mad, the whole family of you—that at the full of the moon you all were a little cracked."

With Flora he is even worse. He's gaslighting her from his very first words:

"Well, Miss Bannerworth," he said, "what is all this I hear about an ugly dream you have had?"

He dismisses what she has to say, insults and belittles her:

"Well, will you tell me what it was?" "Yes, sir, it was a vampyre." Mr. Chillingworth glanced at Henry, as he said, in reply to Flora's words,— "I suppose that is, after all, another name, Flora, for the nightmare?" "No—no—no!" "Do you really, then, persist in believing anything so absurd, Miss Bannerworth?"

When Flora brings up a valid counter to him - she, Henry, George, Mrs. B, and Marchdale all saw the vampire - he changes the subject. Then, after examining Flora, he gives a diagnosis which is utter bullshit - he KNOWS it's bullshit, too, because he tells Henry his real opinion later.

But all this is Fine and Good, actually, because Chillingworth's role in the story is to maintain Rationality and Truth, which means he can lie and gaslight as much as he wants. Yeah, that makes sense.

He isn't even effective at holding back the tide of superstition, either - in fact, he actively sabotages his own effort to maintain rationality. Not only does no one buy his bullshit explanations about nightmares and bug bites, but later in his conversation with Henry he happens to bring up a bunch of new vampire lore which only worsens Henry's own apprehensions. This is the lore, taken from Polidori's short story The Vampyre, that vampires can be revived by moonlight. In a sequence that is equal parts funny and maddening, he brings this up, along with mentioning that it's a full moon tonight, wouldn't it be funny, Henry, if the figure you shot was a vampire, and the reason you didn't find a body was - ah, but look at me, indulging these silly superstitions. Obviously this is all nonsense.

Not exactly quelling the anxieties about vampires, dude!

Chillingworth's ineffectuality, starkly highlighted in a later chapter, points to the final piece of the theme that runs like a nasty little Bolton Strid underneath the text of Varney the Vampire: fear itself is both powerful and frightening, and rational thinkers are often powerless to stop its effects. (The effects of fear, incidentally, are about a thousand times worse when the people affected are women and/or poor.)

Varney is not the villain of Varney the Vampire. People who are scared of him are. This isn't a metaphor, either. Just wait until we meet the Angry Mobs.

[loopy777]

So im so glad i never succeeded in getting you into Dragon Age. If i had, you would have gotten into it just as it had it's batman and Robin and burned it's entire franchise to the ground.

Its bad. Really, really bad.

It basically did a soft reboot, by burning down half the setting's continent, to ashes by killing off all the places and cultures that the first 3 games explored OFFSCREEN with no fanfare or drama to it, in favor of the far more boring north that nobody cared about.

All so that if there was gonna be a DA 5, the series would not have to deal with the player's choices from the first 3 games(which has always been carry overs from game to game), and instead get to explore newer and fresher parts of thedas as opposed to the boring south we actually cared about.

It also killed off Varric Tethras, One of the most beloved video game characters of all time, all so it could have a boring "he was actually dead all along" twist.

And it ditched it's very dark but heroic fantasy story with hard, grey morality and tough choices, for the tone of a bland, boring, safe linear action story.

Also the series was once a relatively grounded if magical setting alike to Fullmetal alchemist or avatar, and it is now everyone might as well have superpowers, and everything is goofy.

Also, ALL the Lore and questions we ever had, short of wheter the Dragon Age God actually exists, was answered in the most boring, bland manner, with no sense of drama or stakes, and everything was spelled out.

And to top it all of, at the end, it's retconned that everything in the last 3 games were all set up by a secret evil cabal that controlled everything from the shadows, that were a very vague couple of factions from the previous, deep lore that has not been given any depth or exploration to such a point that either were particularily important, nor that they were one and the same(They seemed as far removed as humanly possible).

The game has been received about as well by Dragon Age's 14+ million fanbase as you could imagine, struggling to break even 1 million sales(it would need at least 4-5 million to break even much less make a profit).

Sorry to rant about this out of nowhere, im just glad you made the choice to NOT get involved with this franchise.

It's basically Attack on titan's ending all over again. The franchise's future is dead, all the mysteries were revealed in the stupidest ways, and nothing you did ever fucking mattered.

Huh. Well, I'm grateful you let me know about this, because it had not been on my radar at all, but I knew there was a lot of worry about this new entry given how coy the advertising was being about the actual content of the game. It's good to see how it all turns out, at least.

That said, I'm also not surprised. By now, Bioware surely can't be Bioware at all anymore, and while I bounced off KotOR pretty hard and never tried any of their other games, I know they had been a distinct brand with a built-in fanbase. EA can't just buy the name and keep people loyal while replacing the entire feel of the thing.

They should have waited for the original creators to fall from grace and ruin the feel of their own thing themselves, like Disney did with Star Wars after George Lucas already started devaluing it. XD

(Or maybe EA did? I know Mass Effect end in a way that killed off its fandom, but I don't know if the original Bioware made that one or if they were already a soulless puppet.)

But maybe EA will get lucky and some near-sighted grandmothers will buy this new DA as a Christmas present, thinking it's the new Baldur's Gate. I hear the kids really like that one.

[damelucyjo]

Possibly my favourite episode of the season. But could that be because it feels like they just remembered this show is really about Rebecca Welton and is just named after her boyfriend?? Not at all!!

Let’s go!!

Episode 10 - International Break

Woah! What a way for reveal Nate left West Ham! 🫢

Shut up, George!! You’re just bitter you were shut at your job and it’s showing now

Ted! We want to spend every weekend with you! Please never leave

Is this really how they find out who got chosen?? Seems like something they’d personally get told first. I think the boys knew, but the coaches didn’t!! Hmm

‘Wait, hold on. Bumbercatch, you’re Swiss?’ ‘Yeah. Look at me’ this boy really is a man of mystery!! 😂

Poor Sam 🙁

But God love Jamie though! He’s come so far!! 🥰🥰

‘I am not your bro. We are now enemies, and soon, you will be my bitch’ woah, Mexico Dani is a whole other breed of dog, huh!! I’ll stick with Richmond puppy Dani, thanks 😂

YYEEEAAAHHHH!!

We love a convo that sounds like it’s about periods but is actually about wine 🫡

MADELINE KAHN REFERENCE!!! 😍😍 this alone could make this episode my favourite!!

Totally tracks though that Ted doesn’t like gossip

As much as I always want scenes of Ted & Rebecca alone, that reveal to Trent was brilliant. And of course he’s good at girl talk 😂

Please, they way Rebecca reacts to Ted is such married behaviour. AND TRENT IS SEEING IT ALL FIRST HAND!! I’m so excited

Oh, Ted. You’re cute. You knew exactly what they meant. You just wanted to make your wife smile. It’s okay, we get it 🥰

AND AGAIN WITH THE DEVIL BIT. Boy…

I’ll continue to say it; Nate & Jade are cute!

Fully expected her to flip them all off, not gonna lie

Omg I totally saw this coming, and yet it’s still heartbreaking 🥺

Keeley’s not stupid. She knows it’s not the board, Barbra

JUNO TEMPLE!!! 😢😢😢 (first time I got teary this episode)

Scary Mexico Dani 🤘🏼 You just know Cristo had a blast with this episode!! (Peep the guy in the back with the huge smile😂)

Slutty Ted in red with his arms out 🥵

‘It’s hard to see the ball when your eyes are full if tears’ fucking savage 😂

The Wunder Turd. Nice

Fuck Jane though

I think Trent’s next book should just be about Beard. That is an interesting man, for sure! Like, why do you need so many axes, my guy?!

Well that was awkward… but also a little sweet 🫣

‘The creepy old man that lives in the sewers’ Renee, you’ll always be famous to us

Okay, I could go on and on about this, but I think this is a great, subtle way to begin showing Rupert falling apart.

‘When they used to play by candlelight’ YES, REBECCA! FUCK THAT OLD MAN UP!! 😂

‘Some people just are t ready when they get their shot’ That is not at all what happened, Rupert

Oop she knows that’s bullshit, too

HAPPY UNCLE DAY, ROY!! 🎉🎉

Okay, I love Roy’s sister. And also the subtle call back to her actually being the doctor that treated Sharon last season 👍🏼 Nice

Of course that’s the order of Phoebe’s favourite holidays. Uncle Roy is number 1! (&2😉)

Uh oh, secrets out boys! 😂😂

How fucking cute though that Jamie gets a call (probably from Phoebe herself) inviting him to this party and he actually turns up with a really thoughtful gift 🥹 THE GROWTH IN THIS BOY IS GORGEOUS!!

Omg Eloide’s face journey in this scene is perfection. Phoebe has been grossly underused this show!

Also the cutest fucking present. She’s knows your inside is so bright and colourful, Roy! You shouldn’t hide it!

‘Your sister is fit’ ‘I will cut your eyes out’ 😂 okay, but like… I would 100% be behind these two being brother-in-laws, just saying 😂

SAM RICHARDSON!!! 😍 always a blast when he shows up!

And you just know from Toheeb himself that these scenes are a struggle to get through once Sam gets on a roll

But poor Sam, though. Edwin is such a dick

Poor Nate, too. He’s so lost right now 🥺

Yeah, Lloyd, shut up (which is what she meant to say)

Seeing her signs blocked off 🥺🥺 heartbreaking

Since when does her lady ship enter a room like that?? 😂 but I’m glad it means we get to see more physical comedy from Jeremy 👍🏼 Always a bonus!

So her order is Keeley, Ted, Sassy, Leslie and never her mother 😂 I love that actually

‘I hate to break it to you, Rebecca, but those children are dead’ made me laugh just as much as it did the first time! 😂

We love a protective Papa Higgins in this house 🥰 but boy seems traumatised by that story 😂

Oh don’t suck your tie, Leslie 🤦🏻‍♀️

So that photo has shown up on both Keeley & Ted’s phone, but whose did she take it on?? 🤔

That is a bullshit text, Jack. Absolutely no excuse. I knew I was right to not trust you from the start! 😡

‘Everything? Fuck no’ another great call back

Also hell yeah to a Keeley & Mae scene!! (Do have some thoughts about what I’ve seen some people say about this scene, though…)

Whether she’s drunk or making a joke, Keeley actually going with Mae’s full name being Maybe is genius!😂

I really need a Mae in my life. I feel like I could actually get my life in order after a conversation with this woman

Everyone not knowing what to do or how to react to him wearing this t-shirt is brilliant

(Also Red Right Hand playing over this is maybe the last little push I need to finally start Peaky Blinders once this show is done)

Beard trying to get Ted’s attention- amazing. But what was he doing on his phone that he was so focused on??

‘Okay, now I’m worried. Are you alive? Text ‘no’ if dead’ living for silly, real Rebecca! 🥰

The boys all getting together to watch all the games is beautiful 🥹 they’re all so supportive!!

Also genius work casting Colin & Ryan as the commentators for this match 👌🏼

Savage Dani!!

What are you decorating, Rebecca, that you have a ‘decorating made easy’ pdf on your laptop?? 🤔

📢 THE ARMY MAN IS BACK!! 📢

Yo, Rupert is really struggling atm, huh!

Yes I gasped when he threw it on the floor, but had no doubt he’d bake back for it!

Rebecca is a gif sender. Of course she is

Rebecca has anxiety confirmed?? 🤔

Okay this scene with little Rebecca is absolutely gorgeous!! And did make me tear up a little, not gonna lie.

(As I’ve also said, I choose to believe Paul taught her to do that when she was little)

That is going to become his new favourite t-shirt, I can see it already. Something will eventually happen to it and he’s going to be devastated!!

Again, who the fuck is Leann?! Your name is Ruth, woman! 😂 it’s times like this that fanfic really screws with you 😂

‘I teach kids. I don’t mind cleaning up a mess’ tell him like it is, RuthLeann 😂

Aannndd it’s all falling into place finally. Took your time, Roy!!

‘I like clothes that tell the truth’ BARBARA!! You juicy minx 😂 I love you, please never leave!!

I’ve absolutely loved watching these two together 🥹

She’s so awkward, maybe a little bit autistic 🤷🏻‍♀️ makes sense!

Rupert’s being nice. Makes me feel weird…

‘How could I resist the chance of having a bunch of old men speak directly to my chest?’ Don’t try so hard, man. She’s not that funny!!

His assistant is called Bread. A play on Beard perhaps?? 🤔

Okay, what has he said about Rebecca to get a reaction from her like that??

Also this is deliciously awkward. I hope it comes out that Nathan told everyone he was sleeping with his assistant, as well as others, and that’s why he left. And that Bex left him too. You must suffer

Your ex-wife is also not stupid. She knows exactly what happened with your old assistant.

He introduced her as an owner, not his ex. HE’S TRYING SO HARD!!

I’ve had this exact exchange with many an older gentleman in my time. This is too real 🤢

This man and his obsession with Chicago-style hot dogs knows no bounds! 😂

Okay, these baby pictures are cute

Sam pulling the most out of a tiny little thing is wonderful 😂 wonder how long that actually went on for??

‘An untried dream’. Eww.

So Keeley does know how to text back! 🫢

I love how they bring things in from the actors themselves, assuming this really is Nick playing

‘Is this a fucking joke?’ FUCK THEM UP, GIRLIE!!

And Sam’s face 😂

They really just said let’s surround Hannah with kids this episode, huh 😂

Love her talking to a bunch of old men like they’re children, too

Jamie wearing 24 for Sam 🥹🥹🥹 yes, I have to pause until the tears go away

Roy, your handwriting is atrocious

How dare this show make me have a feeling towards Rupert 😡

I agree with you, Edwin, what a lovely speech indeed. Rebecca, you have come so far from the bitter ex-wife who just wanted to destroy something your ex-husband loved. You truly care and love the sport and your boys now and it’s delicious to witness 🥰🥰🥰

Omg that reveal with amazing!! (Although I will say, on my first watch I though initially the food on Tony’s head was because he’d been punched 🫣😂)

Those giggles were purely Hannah & Tony

Nick is absolutely killing in this season. This scene is a great showcase of exactly how these types of families are. It’s beautiful to witness

Also shoutout to the actor playing his dad. He’s done an amazing job too!!

I’m feeling so many emotions watching this scene. Tony is showcasing beautifully exactly how charming Rupert can be. Reminiscing about old times, getting food out of her hair. Doing his ‘Rupert act’ that likely always works for him. But not with her. Not anymore. She’s the strong one now and he’s lost 🥹 Good for you, Rebecca!

She has to look now, Roy, because nobody can read your handwriting 😂

Brett & Juno kill me. His letter is just beautiful and made me tear up every time I’ve listened to it 🥹 AND HE TOLD HER HE STILL LOVES HER!! 🥰

‘Sincerely yours, Roy Kent. XOXO’ 😂😂 never change, please

They really are beautiful and I can’t wait to see them coming back together!

Keeley opening that door and screaming at Rebecca was *chefs kiss* 😂 Juno Temple, comedy queen!

And I want what they have!! I love how she can share her good news, ask for a hug, then tell her she’s cross with her friend. And her friend completely understands. It’s wonderful

Again, being accountable for you actions. Rebecca doesn’t even have to say anything to her

I’ve seen people against Rebecca funding KJPR, but I think it makes perfect sense. Rebecca has the money and she wants to do something within her means to help her friend reach her full potential. Why wouldn’t she help?!

Keely’s disgust is all of us 😂

Baby girl is finally at the top of her mountain! Now just needs her lightening 😉

I love that the salute has become Rebecca & Roy’s thing 🥰

Wilk is shocked! Bit what a beautiful gesture!

Barbara left Jack and wants to stay with Keeley, as she should! I’ve said from the beginning she knew what Jack was like, but I think the difference is she actually likes Keeley…

I THINK THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP 🩷🎉🥰

Puppy Dani is back!!

Roy wears a colour other than black (or charcoal heather grey) and Beard learns he can share bits of himself with people. Yes, we’re coming to an end, guys…

She didn’t get rid of the painting!!

Also doesn’t need saying, but how fucking gorgeous is Hannah in this scene! That dress & colour on her are delightful. She’s so fucking soft now!!

She didn’t open the biscuits right away! 👀 and she shuffled closer to Ted 👀 is this it, girls? Is it happening?? I’m not ready! What do I do?!! 🫠

The little smile after she says so no longer cares about beating Rupert 🫣 He’s so proud of her!!

The heart eyes 😍 Ted, she is still your boss! She’s not your wife yet!!

OMFG!! 😂😂 how many times do you think she had to do that before she could do it without laughing?? 😂

‘As long as none of that tree piss gets in my mouth, I’m actually okay with it’ Okay, Ted. We get it!!

Well that episode was absolutely beautiful! On so many fronts!!

I do have more thoughts about a few points which I may elaborate on at some point, but I do feel like it’s showing we’re on the home stretch now 😢

Looks like we’re getting Mumma Lasso next episode, too!! 🫣 Kinda vibrating with excitement, but at the same time telling myself not to expect too much! But she’s in Richmond so it’s only right to assume there’d be a scene between her & Rebecca, right??

Only 2 more left babes!! 🫡

[covenofwives]

As promised, here's all my favorite parts and things I ADORED from your Halloween fic! There's gonna be spoilers here for those who haven't read the fic so be warned!

Okay so the entire plot of hiding and there being a challenge to it is such a fun trope and had me on the edge the whole time which was so awesome.

The realization that the mansion was shifting and changing was done so well it was super chilling and creepy. I hope they kept this mansion for other occasions, unless the entire house is an illusion!

The dialogue between the dream team was super funny while George was trying to kick them out of his spot haha! I always love the way you write flowing dialogue. As someone who often shies away from heavy dialogue it's super inspiring.

The scooby-doo doors were so fun i love it kajhfdkjl and then the entire vortex hallway was described so cool when Dream got to it. Dream's whole section may be my favorite of the three lol

You already know this but I LOOOOVED the dizzy tickles its definitely my favorite part in the ENTIRE fic. The way gravity was completely altered had me shocked and it's so cool to see just what the gods are capable of! I think I love disorienting scenes in general so this was of course gonna be my favorite.

Sapnap getting stuck in the walls was funny ksfhkhdf. That was smart of him though, too bad it too was a trap lmao.

The countdown for George nooooo that's so mean. And i agree with George that totally wasn't fair it was a good hiding spot! I had the realization there that pretty much every hiding spot was trapped in some way huh. And then George not even remembering safe wording is so adorable

Dream making it ten minutes!!! Whattttt that's crazy! The way he was so dazed and just brain fried was really cute and made my heart all fluttery

THere's definitely more but this is getting long skfhla. This fic is like not only my favorite from you but is on my list of favorite fics ever tbh

Can't wait to see more from you!

-emmadoodlewrites

Emmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 🤩😍🤩

I have already gushed to you about how much I love this ask and I can now do it here. I had to lay down after reading this all, I was overwhelmed with all the love. This will be under a read more because there is ALOT to unpack

I'm so glad you loved the fic. I'm still sad I missed for Halloween but I'm glad the eerie feeling was still there. Fun Fact! The ending of cuddling with Dream wasn't the original ending, I was planning on the ending being the Gods open the mansion as a haunted attraction for the server, only they wouldn't chase anyone they'd just supervise while people watched. I think the new ending is better though because it sets up nicely for the two planned sequels I have for it.

I'm so glad you liked the dialogue 😭 It's one of the things I always try and put care into. Dialogue is so important to me cause it gives good insight to a character and having to think like them. And I'm so glad it is inspiring for you!

And yes! So the Gods set up traps in the house for the siblings knowing they'd fall for at least one of them. All they really had to do was go through each trap and catch a sibling. There is a bunch of other traps I planned before picking those three. Originally George was in the room with all the skeletons and each time he looked away they'd change position, move towards him or block the exits. It would end with him held down by them but I thought it was too much lol It gets the same vibe with him trapped in the webs. The vortex tunnel is my absolute fave as well. I really wanted a disorientating feel with Dream's one. Which is possibly one of the reasons why he didn't safeword. His brain was trying to process gravity and the spinning of the tunnel (also the tickling too of course) but he was totally safe and fine. He just super wanted to win too haha

I will reveal that the fic originally had POVs from the Gods as well but I took it out to make them feel more mysterious. It would have just been them talking while waiting for the countdown and going over rules again. One of the rules which I couldn't find a way to fit in explaining it was that the Gods could not tickle their own sibling. So if they found their own sibling they would have to leave them. It would also show each chose their own area. XD for downstairs. HD for upstairs and 4K for the attic.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

A Whole New Ballfield: "ALN" Story (Pre-serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU) [REUPLOAD]

Seven:

Ding-dong!

Inhaling deeply, Steve headed for the front door. There weren't a lot of people invited to their house who would ring the doorbell, so he had only one guess who was here for the cookout. And since Steve had been keeping it a surprise for the past few days, he couldn't help but be nervous. After all, did Kit even want Carmen –

"Hi?" Steve asked, opening the door to find a young omega with short, vibrant blue hair. He had never seen the woman before in his life, and he wasn't sure what to do.

"Hi, Mr. Barnes," she greeted in a musical bell-like voice.

Steve's brows furrowed and he glanced down to see the bottle of red raspberry wine in her advanced mechanical prosthetic hand. Seeing that the host was confused, she elaborated, "Mr. Barnes invited me. Well, the other Mr. Barnes. Obviously, not you."

As she started awkwardly giggling, Steve couldn't help but melt a little since it reminded him of his girls. Holding the door open wider for her, he encouraged, "Any friend of Mr. Barnes is a friend of mine."

Another nervous giggle, she tucked her chin-length hair behind her elaborately tattooed ear. "I'm not sure if I'd say we're friends. More like, boss who took pity on his family-less employee."

"Oh, yeah," Steve chuckled. Always loving how kind his goofball husband was. Especially when it came to him opening his home and his heart to the strays of the world. He confirmed, "That definitely sounds like Bucky."

"Yeah, he's great," the young woman smiled. "He's kinda like the dad of the shop."

Steve smiled to himself, knowing that she was right. He did take after George, after all.

Leading her through the house to the kitchen, Steve gestured towards the bottle of wine, "You know, you didn't have to bring anything."

"Oh, it's nothing," the younger omega waved off.

"Please," Steve good-naturedly scoffed, "This is great! We really appreciate it."

Her naturally tawny, yellow-brown complexion reddened as she tried to dismiss the statement once more. Before anything more could be said though, the French doors leading to the deck opened. Bucky's smile grew as he greeted, "Leigh-Anne! You made it!"

"Well," the omega, Leigh-Anne, shrugged, "With how much you rave about your mate's cooking, I decided I'd be stupid not to try it at least once."

"'Rave,' huh?" Steve quirked a brow at his alpha.

"All. The. Time," Leigh-Anne exaggerated, but even Steve knew that it wasn't by much. His mate was definitely the type who enjoyed bragging about him.

"I wouldn't say, 'rave,'" Bucky teasingly argued, pretending sheepishness.

Shaking his head, Steve set the bottle of wine off to the side. Standing on his tiptoes, he gave his alpha a sweet, chaste kiss.

Redirecting her attention from the backyard, Leigh-Anne asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Passing the tray of uncooked burger patties, Bucky instructed, "You can take these out to the grill, if you want."

"Sure thing," she smiled, revealing two shallow dimples.

Once she was out of the house, Bucky turned to Steve expectantly. "So, what d'ya think?"

"Of?" Steve prompted, checking on the pasta salad.

"Of Leigh-Anne."

Brows furrowing, "What about her?"

"Wouldn't she be a great addition to the family?"

"Well," Steve started, but wasn't sure where he had been going. "From the five minutes that I've been around her, sure. But babe, you know that we don't have to adopt everyone who doesn't have us as parents, right?"

Bucky shook his head, "No, not adopt."

"Okay, I'm confused," Steve admitted, leaning against the counter so he could give his full attention to his well-meaning – but sometimes misguided – mate.

"For Kit," Bucky's grin grew. "I think that they'd be so great together."

"What are you talking about?!" Steve scoffed. Glancing to make sure that neither the alpha nor the new omega were going to enter anytime soon. And for good measure, he lowered his voice too, "We can't play matchmaker for our kids!"

"We're not," Bucky argued, his volume matching Steve's. "I just think that they'd be good together. I mean, they get along really well, she's not afraid to tell it how it is, she doesn't mind Kit's puns, and they work great together."

"Have you even talked to them? To at least see what Kit thinks?" Steve questioned, already assuming the answer.

"Well, not exactly..."

Steve pointed accusingly, "That's why we can't play matchmaker! You don't even know what they want! And I can't believe that you would invite someone home in hopes of setting them up with –"

Ding-dong!

"I've got it!" Cori called out, answering the door.

For a moment, Steve could feel his guilt gunk up the bond from his hypocrisy. Especially when the eighteen year old led Carmen through the house. The young woman carried a container of fruit salad and Cori directed her towards the kitchen.

"Didn't want to come empty handed," Carmen explained, setting the plastic container on the breakfast bar.

"Oh, that's alright, sweetie," Steve assured, "Your company would've been enough!"

Carmen just smiled and followed Cori out to the deck. When Steve dared to return his attention to his mate, he found the alpha glaring at him. The alpha was a lot smarter than he ever gave himself credit for, and he needlessly asked, "Who's that?"

"A girl," Steve shrugged, purposely avoiding eye contact.

"Damn it, Stevie! You just said that we couldn't play matchmaker and you damn well knew that you already had?!"

"Fine," Steve caved, sighing. Although, he amended, "But I had some confirmation that Kit would want Carmen here! After all, they, themselves, told me how they thought she could be The One."

"Well, fuck," Bucky slumped against the counter. Teasing, "But can we please still keep Leigh-Anne? Give her the Ian treatment?"

Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes when Bucky pulled him in for a close embrace. Steve shared a kiss with him and joked, "You're lucky you're cute."

"Extremely," Bucky smiled, leaning in for one more kiss.

[good-to-drive]

I'm imagining they were all given a Rubik's Cube as a present/joke, and left to fiddle with it during a press conference.

PAUL:

Paul is immediately worried he's the only one who doesn't know how to solve it. He surreptitiously glances at the others, sees that none of them know what to do either, and calms down considerably.

He'll just pretend to try for a bit. Move a side here, a side there. Pause to stare at it in contemplation. Politely put it down and ignore it when he's asked a question.

That night he meticulously takes the cube apart with a screwdriver and puts it back together solved.

He casually mentions the next day that he solved it, but doesn't make a big deal out of it. He's relieved no one seems to care.

Decades later, he admits he took it apart. He makes it such a fun story. His fans are split on whether this is cute and silly like he seems to think, or if it's proof that this man so often stereotyped as cute and silly is actually savvy and clever and complex.

They also lament bitterly that he's so hated for this cute, clever story. That's how Paul is treated in this society.

Everyone else hears the story and thinks, "Huh, that's kinda weird that he did that," and never thinks about it ever again.

GEORGE:

Immediately obsessed.

The entire world disappears. It's just George and The Cube.

He can't put it down, but he also can't solve it. He tries a million strategies, none of them work.

He starts taking notes on what he has and hasn't tried, comparing various solutions, reading everything about group theory and manual and computer cubing methods he can get his hands on.

It's been several weeks now. He's shirking all of his other responsibilities, neglecting his loved ones. His family is worried about him. They don't know it's The Cube that's got him, he doesn't have time to explain.

Finally, he thinks he's developed an original algorithm to find optimal solutions. He tests it a few dozen times. It works.

He thinks, "That was fun, I guess," and puts the cube away and forgets about it forever.

Sometime after his death, the cube and the solution are discovered. It's framed as an expression of his fascination with unanswered questions, how an uncontrolled instinct to learn new things shaped so much of his life. It's a metaphor, really, and it's a very interesting and revealing story.

It's a guy solving a Rubik's Cube.

The story has no legs.

JOHN:

He tries for about 30 seconds before getting bored. He puts the cube down. He wants to talk to Paul, but Paul is busy pretending to solve it. No one is asking him anything. This is boring.

He takes out a pen and starts doodling little faces on the squares to pass the time. He forgets the cube when he leaves.

Years later, the cube is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. It has become a symbol of his wacky creativity and disdain for the rules, of an unpredictable mind and a childlike imagination.

People say it's the sign of a man who's only choice when faced with an unsolvable problem is to turn it into art.

They argue about whether any of the faces are supposed to be Paul (and you're fucking stupid if you don't think they all are, god.)

People also rage against the cube and the cult of personality around it. This same childish disdain for the rules caused problems for everyone around him, they insist. Those mean little caricatures of Paul are so petty, and actually, they don't look like him at all. John was obsessed with him, god.

It garners far more attention than Paul's cube even though Paul's cube is actually solved.

RINGO:

Immediately decides he can't solve it.

No, that looks really hard, and he's not the smart one, he's The Drummer. He plays it off with a self-deprecating joke.

He absentmindedly turns a couple of sides, just for something to do. Oh, if he turns this piece like that, and this one like that... and then if he....and then...

Shit. He solved it. He solved it.

How did that even happen?

Is he some kind of savant?

Are people going to expect him to be some kind of savant now?

This is so cool, but it also kinda sucks.... He doesn't even know how he solved it, he definitely doesn't know if he can do it again. Maybe he should mess it up. Choose to remain The Drummer, the dopey guy, to keep his newfound brilliance a secret to escape the expectations and closer examination that come with that kind of attention. Yes, he'll mess it up, that's the only thing to do--

Oh, wait, there's five other sides. It's not solved anyway.

Never mind, then.

Me and my brothers used to play this game where we'd make up how such and such a person would solve a Rubik's Cube (e.g. Alexander the Great would solve a Rubik's Cube by peeling off all the stickers so the whole thing is one color and that means he won, Stalin would solve a Rubik's Cube by having the cube shoved up Ernő Rubik's ass until he agrees to publicly declare that Stalin is the best Rubik's Cube solver ever in history) and I'd like to do a post like this for The Beatles but I suspect it would exclusively appeal to me and my brothers

[sitych]

CC! Dream x reader

Warnings: None (if you can find any please let me know!)

Prompt: “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” “I could say the same to you”

(I’d like to formally apologize for how shit the story is about to be, I haven’t written anything in a while so my writing might be a bit bad at first aswell as some grammar mistakes. Constructive criticism is welcome!)

Fucking schoolwork.

That’s all I had been doing for the past 3 days, barley sleeping or even leaving my room. It’s was exhausting to say the least. Clay got the bright idea for me to take a mental health break and now I was paying the price. The 4 day break put me behind on 5 essays, 3 math assignments, 1 major social studies test and an excessive amount of work from my journalism class. Clay had tried to help me get caught up but got caught up in planning George’s visit to America as well as is face reveal stream. Leaving me sitting here at 4am mid essay on why Alexander Hamilton played apart in the constitution.

A loud growling sound and a pain in the pit of my stomach broke me from my thoughts.

“Fuck, how long has it been since I ate” I questioned to no one in particular as I glanced at the clock.

Patches stirred in her sleep peeking one eye open and shooting me a tired glance from her place on the loveseat.

“That’s the last time I focus on myself, huh girl” I laughed scooping her up and waking to the kitchen

All that was heard was the soft patter of my socked feet and the open of a fridge door as I silently searched for anything that would silence the growling in my stomach. I looked down at patches smiling softly as I reached for the cream cheese sitting in the door of the fridge walking over to the toaster where the bread box sat. Silently pulling out the bagels and popping them in the toaster waiting for them to cook. I hopped on the counter with patches still in hand stroking her fur while softly smiling at her. It must be nice being able to sleep all the time without having to worry about what other kind of absurde essay your professor will throw at you next.

The click of a camera caught my attention, turning up to see clay standing with a huge grin on his face looking at the picture he had, presumably, just taken.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” I questioned cocking my head to the side sliding myself off the counter to look at the picture he’d taken.

Finally looking up from his phone he noticed how close I had gotten. He looked down to me and patches and shot me a smirk

A quiet “I could say the same too you” was heard as he showed me the picture of me and patches half asleep. He had set it as his Lock Screen. He was most defiantly going to post that on his private Twitter later, I could almost guarantee it.

“I’m trying to get caught up on school work since someone got the bright idea to take some days off.” I poked his arm while saying the last bit smiling up at him.

“Holy shit your still at that? How much can they assign in 4 fucking days?” He genuinely asked with a look of guilt on his face

“Apparently a lot” I laughed while returning to the toaster to retrieve my neglected bagel while adding “it’s mainly my journalism class though, I swear that professor has it out for me.”

He laughed, walking over to me, sliding his hands around my waist and burying his face into my back pressing a light kiss to my shoulder.

I smiled relishing in the feeling. We honestly haven’t had much time to spend with each other. With him and his streaming and my monstrous amount of schoolwork, the past couple days, we really haven’t even seen each other.

“You should come to bed” he murmured breaking the silence as I finished putting the cream cheese on my bagel.

“I wish I could Bub, but the Semesters almost over and I’m quite literally getting emails from my professors about how behind I am” I turned around noticing how his grip on me only slightly faltered but soon returned.

He frowned at me.

“But it’s lonelyyyyy” he whined, pushing his face into the crook of my neck.

“Trust me I know.” I frowned back. “You can come sit with me on the couch if you want. I just need to finish up and essay and math worksheet and then we can head to bed” I smiled running my hands through his hair and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He wasn’t 100% satisfied at that answer but he didn’t disagree. Instead he picked up half of my bagel and took a bite from it while staring me down

“That was mine you prick.” I laughed slapping him in the arm with no real malicious intent.

“Oh cmon now, you know you love me.” The blonde mumbled then kissed me and took another bite out of my bagel.

“Sometimes I really question that.” I smirked while pushing him off and walking back into the living room where my laptop remained.

It’s safe to say that I barley finished my essay because of clay physically throwing himself on top of me every five minutes complaining that “the couch was uncomfortable” and how “his girlfriend doesn’t love him anymore” I had finally caved around 5:30 and migrated to the bedroom with clay following. I swear I have never seen that man so clingy

[amyelevenn]

HanaHaki Disease

PARING; c!Sapnap x gn!reader

SUMMARY; Sapnap doesn't love you the way you love him.

WARNINGS; vomiting, choking, blood, death

A/N; read so much on hanahaki i wanted to see if i could write it !! also my first sapnap fic, bit iffy but she'll be right

1.2k words - M.LIST pt 2

Mining was always a long, drawn out task that no one really enjoyed – for the first five minutes it can be kind of fun, but any time after that is just a straight decent into madness. But, what helped you power through was the person you got to do it with.

It wasn’t often Dream gave you much of a chance to go off and do things for yourself, so when he told you that he would be gone for a few days and could take the time to better your equipment, you had sprung on that opportunity. Working under his wing was no easy feat, even he knew that. He knew that every now and then you would need time to restock and upgrade, so you could perform better for him.

You weren’t overly ecstatic working for Dream – considering you practically just did his dirty(er?) work – but at least he introduced you to a few new cool people;

First, we had George – Dream’s best friend. He wasn’t always around, but the times that he was where the ones that you laughed the hardest. Despite the minimal memories, you two happened to bond really well.

Then, there was Callahan and Alyssa – those two were more of a package deal, which you weren’t made about. They always made you feel safe and included, leading you to trust them the most – well, second most.

There was also Sam, Tommy, Bad and Wilbur who were nice, but Dream didn’t want you spending too much time with.

Last, but most definitely not least, was Sapnap – or your mining buddy. He was always your favourite. You always noticed yourself blushing anytime he would talk to you, giggling at any joke regardless at how funny it was, or constantly finding a way to be in his company. He insisted you call him Nick, but Dream was strict from the beginning that you can’t get close with anyone but himself.

One night after you had gotten back from a huge day exploring, you overheard the pair talking, and decided to eavesdrop.

“Look man, I’m not trying anything, alright?” Sapnap grunted.

“Then stop flirting with them, they practically drool at the sight of you,” Dream growled, standing up from what you assumed to be his chair.

“Pshh, they do not.”

“They do. You’re a distraction, Nick, and I can’t have that.”

Sapnap scoffed. “What are you going to do about it, huh?”

“I’ll get them to kill you,” Dream mused, not one trace of hesitation or doubt in his voice.

The door slammed open, revealing a rather dishevelled Sapnap storming out of the room. Luckily you hid in time, unseen by him. You stayed frozen for a minute or two, so as Dream wouldn’t know you were there.

After that night you hadn’t seen nearly as much of Sapnap as you would’ve liked, so that left you to presume their conversation had been about you. It hurt that Dream would treat you the way he did, but after all, it was part of the agreement that you would do whatever he instructed, no questions asked.

Three weeks had passed since then, bringing you to where you are now – Dream being gone and you underground in a complicated cave system with lover-boy himself, Sapnap. When he had found out you were going mining by yourself he offered to join you and you just couldn’t find it in you to turn him down.

Before you had even left your house to meet him, the first few petals came up. You didn’t think much of it, to riled up to think of anything but the day trip ahead. Discarding them in a nearby barrel, you ran down the prime path to me Sapnap out front of the community house. From there, you let him guide you to where he described as “the best place ever.”

“So, how ya been?” he asks, ushering you through a man made tunnel. “It’s been a while since we last spoke.”

“I’m fine, how are you?” you reply, feeling almost blind in the pitch black.

“‘Fine’? That’s all you got? C’mon, you gotta give me more than that!”

You pause for a moment to cough, your throat becoming itchy as hell. You feel something fall into your palm, but are quick to discard it to the floor behind you, grateful for the darkness.

“You alright?” he questions, sounding rather far away.

“Yeah, fine. Probably just some dirt,” you chuckle dryly, well aware of what it really was. “Uh yeah I’m doing pretty good, Dream’s been pretty chill as of late.”

“Ah, that’s good to hear,” you could hear the smile in his voice, leading you to grow one of your own.

“How are you?”

He sighs, slowing down in front of you. “I’m doing alright, just busy I guess.”

The two of you converse for a while longer, only a few stray petals coming up here and there; it isn’t until a whole gardenia falls into your hands that you realise the real concern.

Sapnap had led you to a beautiful, lush ravine, guiding you wherever you wanted to go. You had made it a point to stand behind him at all times, so he wouldn’t see the bloody flowers coming out of you.

As you walked through an already looted mine shaft, you find yourself holding yet another flower – this time a nice white rose, now splattered with saliva and blood. Hastily chucking it behind you, you clear your throat to get Sapnap’s attention.

“Hey, what’s that disease called when someone start’s coughing up flowers?” you mutter, awkwardly scratching your neck.

“Oh- uh, HanaHaki? As in the one about one-sided love?” he suggests.

“Yeah,” you gulp, “yeah, that one. What- uh, what do you know about it?”

He chuckles, turning around to face you. “Why?”

Ignoring the slow increase of how hard it was getting to breathe, you muster a low, “Just curious.”

He eyes you for a moment, clearly suspicious. “…right. Well, if someone has HanaHaki disease it means that they have unrequited or one-sided love, resulting in flowers growing in their lungs. Eventually the victim will start coughing up and vomiting the petals and soon whole buds, which means that the plant will grow so big that they can’t breathe.”

You click you tongue, scared by the new information. “Cool, sounds like a joy ride.”

“Don’t worry though,” he snickers, “you’ll never have to worry about it. Someone as pretty as you could get whoever they wanted.”

You feel your cheeks and neck heat up at the simple comment, quickly becoming at a loss of words. You mutter some incoherent nonsense and walk into another point in the cave, praying he wouldn’t follow you – which he did not.

The second you know he is out of earshot, you double over and hack up anything and everything in your throat, wheezing harshly as you do so. You curl into yourself on the ground, your head next to the fresh pile of scarlet-splotched buds and petals.

This has all happened so quickly, what the hell is going on?

I’m not dying…am I?

No… surely not…

Oh man this hurts…

I…I can’t breathe..

You try to call out for Sapnap, but all the comes out is a quiet groan. You know he can’t hear you, and that you can’t try again.

Well…this is how I die then…

At least it’s at the hands of him.

[weelittleweasley]

technicolor (f.w.)

prompt request by anon: it is said that when you meet your soulmate, you will know because the world that you knew in black and white would turn technicolor. during a harmless game of spin the bottle, you didn’t expect your soulmate to be revealed to you.

warnings: drinking, mentions of eating, mild language

pairing: fred weasley x fem! gryffindor reader

word count: 5.3k

The power of true love was life altering in your world. Literally. The world was painted in shades of blacks, whites, and grays. It always was for those who hadn’t met their true love, their soulmate, their one and only. It was said on the occasion that you had kissed your soulmate, the world before you would erupt into vibrant color. People spent their whole lives, searching for the person who brought color to them. 

Living in a dull, colorless world was mundane to say the least, but it was all you knew. The idea of living in a world of color was an exciting thought to say the least, but in a way it scared you. Suddenly the world as you knew it changing abruptly before your eyes because you had met someone that destiny created for you? It was a scary thought. But in your head, you had nothing to worry about. You didn’t plan on meeting your soulmate any time soon. 

Or so you thought.

Laying upside down on the common room couch, you flipped through the pages of a Quibbler, not really paying attention to the words on the page. You looked on either side of you, Katie painting her nails on your left and Alicia on the right making light chatter with Angelina. Needless to say, the four of you were bored out of your skull. It was a quiet Friday night, nothing happening in the common room. No parties, no quidditch match, no nothing. 

With a groan, you pull yourself up from your inverted position and speak, “So are we all just going to sit around here like a bunch of bums and wait for something exciting to happen?”

Katie sighs, “That’s even if something exciting happens.” She blows on her nails, shaking her hands back and forth to expedite the drying process. “Does anyone have any ideas?”

The two of you look to Alicia and Angelina who just shrug as you throw your head back in annoyance. “Well, someone think of something because I refuse to let a perfectly good Friday night go to waste,” you flop the Quibbler on the table in front of you and hold your arms across your chest. “What can we do to entertain ourselves?”

Alicia stands up and starts pacing, trying to think of something. “We could...sneak some food out from the kitchens? Convince a house elf to sneak us some sweets from dinner two nights ago. Those biscuits were so good,” she thinks out loud.

Katie groans, “The thought of food makes me sick. I ate so much at dinner tonight after Ron challenged me to see how many dinner rolls I could fit into my mouth.”

The thought of Katie with bread rolls in her mouth makes the group chuckle. “Okay, so food is out of the picture,” Alicia speaks with a soft smile. “What about a movie? I can see if Hermione would let me borrow her projector and we could watch one of those movies I have tucked away in my trunk,” she suggests, surveying the group’s reaction.

Angelina makes a sour face. “We had a movie marathon last week, I’d like to do something different,” she tells Alicia who rolls her eyes.

Alicia huffs, plopping herself back onto the couch. “Well, then I’m out of ideas, so you come up with something, Johnson.”

The group sits in a bored silence for a few moments before Angie breaks the silence. “Should I go bother Fred and George? Surely they’ll find something to do. They always make things interesting,” she speaks, raising her brows, gaging her audience’s reaction.

Katie rolls her eyes, “Merlin, Angie, if you want an excuse to see your darling Georgie, you can just say so.” You laugh at her comment and give Katie a teasing high five as Alicia giggles along. Angelina rolls her eyes and leans back on the couch. Angelina and George had been dating ever since sixth year when they kissed after their first date and they had seen the world in color, confirming their soulmate status. Katie mockingly starts teasing Angie now, “Meh, meh, I’m Angie, I love George, I see the world in color. Meh, meh, my sweater is green and not black like you guys see it, blah, blah,” making you cackle, throwing your head back in laughter, clutching your stomach.

You lean into Katie as you laugh, making her laugh harder as Angelina stands up, “Oh, piss off you two! I can’t help it that he’s my soulmate and I found him so early!”

“We’re just teasing you, Angie,” you wipe the tears of laughter from your eyes. “Go on, go fetch the twins. I’m sure they’ll think of something to do. Tell ‘em to bring Jordan with them if he’s around. Lee is always a good time.” Alicia nods in agreement.

With a small smile, Angelina darts off up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory. Alicia shakes her head, “That girl is whipped for the Weasley. I can’t believe she found her soulmate already. We’re not even eighteen yet.”

It was true. It wasn’t unheard of people finding their soulmates at a young age, but it surely wasn’t common. Most people were friends or knew their soulmates for a while before they were aware that they were in fact soulmates. For example, your parents both went to Hogwarts and we friends for years. It wasn’t until after four years after graduation that they realized they were soulmates. You smiled to yourself at the thought of your parents. You wished that you could have a soulmate story like theirs.

Katie folds her arms across her chest, “Quite frankly I hope I don’t meet my soulmate anytime soon. I feel like after you meet your soulmate, you’re expected to drop everything and be with them. But you have your whole lives ahead of you to spend time with each other. I’d rather be single and have fun and live my life in black and white for a while before seeing color with a soulmate.”

In a way you did agree with Katie. Most people who met their soulmate at a young age tended to drop everything in order to be there for their soulmate. Coordinating their lives and schedules to their soulmates, moving cities for them, planning their days around the other. It just seemed so intense. You were seventeen, you couldn’t drop everything right now for another person. 

Moments later, Angelina happily came down the stairs with a large smile on her face as George, Fred, and Lee all trailed behind her. “The entertainment has arrived, ladies,” George speaks with a big beaming smile on his face as you teasingly rolled your eyes.

You sit up and speak, “What entertainment did you bring, Georgie?”

He places a hand over his heart, pretending to be offended at your comment. “Are we not enough for you, (Y/N)? Is our presence not enough?” George mockingly stumbles back. “Freddie, I feel faint! Catch me!”

Dramatically, Fred scoops up his twin brother as George pretends to faint. “Merlin’s beard, (Y/N), look at what you’ve done!” he mockingly screeches as you roll your eyes and giggle. Katie huffs a here we go as she leans back into the couch. The twins always put on a show when they were around you guys. You never minded it; they were quite funny when they wanted to be. “Quick, Lee, we need to revive him!”

Lee, now in on the joke, runs over to the coffee table and clear it quickly. “Bring him here!” he exclaims as Fred lays a fake limp George on the table as you laugh and Alicia scoffs.

“Good Godric, you three are a bunch of idiots,” she huffs with a smile on her face. No matter how much she hated to admit it, this was much better than sitting around and doing nothing.

Fred speaks, “Alright, Lee, give me the reviving potion,” sticking out his hand.

Even more dramatic than before, Lee pulls out a large bottle of fire whiskey from his satchel as he improvises an operatic song as he places it in Fred’s hands. Lee opens George mouth as Fred uncorks the bottle and pours a glug into George’s mouth. George swallows it and dramatically inhales. “I’ve been revived!” he exclaims as the boys cheer.

Katie perks up at the sight of fire whiskey. “Where in the hell did you get a bottle of that?” she sits up and grabs the bottle from Fred’s hands. Lee pulls out a few cups from his satchel and places them on the table, Katie immediately pouring everyone a glass of fire whiskey. 

Fred smiles, “It’s our emergency bottle. In case situations like this happen.”

Folding her arms across her chest, Alicia speaks up, “And exactly how many emergency bottles do you boys have?”

The trio looks at each other before sighing and speaking as a chorus, “Four.”

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought,” she laughs before taking a cup of fire whiskey from Katie, Katie then handing you one. “Well, it’s better than nothing I guess.”

You look at the whiskey in your cup before sighing and taking a sip, the liquid burning your throat, but warming your chest up in all the right ways. A familiar sensation. You hum in contentment. “Better than nothing is damn right,” you smile as the twins chuckle. “What were you lot doing upstairs?”

Lee takes a seat in the chair across from the couch, “Same thing as you gals. Bored out of our skulls. However, these two numbskulls were trying to conjure up a plan to go pull a prank on Filch.” George snickers as Lee flicks the back of his head, earning a small ow. “Good thing you all were bored too otherwise I would have been dragged into that mess.”

Fred scoffs, “Oh please, you wish you could pull off a prank at the caliber that Georgie and I do. Isn’t that right, brother?” He turns to George who is already cuddled up next to Angelina on the love seat, arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close next to him. Fred rolls his eyes and makes a gagging sound. “You two make me sick.”

George just pulls Angie closer to his side as Angie blushes a deep crimson. “You’re just jealous, Freddie. I’ve got a hot girlfriend and I can see the world in color, making it quite obvious that you, dear brother, are green with envy.” Angie rolls her eyes, but still places a soft kiss to George’s cheek.

Fred shakes his head, “He’s gone soft, Lee. We’ve lost one of our bravest soldiers.” 

“Piss off,” Angie speaks up, defending her boyfriend as Freddie chuckles, lips turning into a gorgeous smile. “Now that we’ve all got our drinks, let’s really get the party started...” she wiggles her eyebrows. “Katie Bell, truth or dare.”

Katie groans and sips her fire whiskey before deciding what she wants to do. As she ponders, you see Fred scoot over to you as you giggle, him dragging his bum on the floor, making his way to you. Fred smiles up at you, “This seat taken?” he refers to the spot on the floor right in front of your legs.

You shake your head with a smile, “It’s got your name written all over it, Weasley.”

Fred gives you a cheeky grin, “Brilliant.”

He turns around and leans his back up against your legs and rests one of his arms on your knees. You and Fred were close friends. In fifth year when Angelina confessed to you that she had a crush on George, you started spending more time with the twins and developed a close relationship with them and Lee. You, in particular, got along with Fred like a house on fire. The two of you loved to crack jokes on the sidelines, teasing George and Angie, giggling and stealing little glances here and there.

Angelina always told you that you and Fred would make a cute couple. She insisted she saw the way that Fred looked at you, but you always brushed it off as if it were nothing. You and Fred were friends, nothing more, nothing less. A partnership would just totally ruin the vibe between the two of you. There was no point to it. Even though you may have always admired Fred’s looks from a far and his charming personality, you had finally convinced yourself that you and Fred Weasley were platonic.

As Fred leaned up against your legs, sipping on his whiskey, your eyes found Angie’s as she lifted her brows, looking at you knowingly, sending you a look that said Oh? You rolled your eyes and shook your head, responding with your eyes, No way. She just shrugged and sipped her fire whiskey nonchalantly as if to say Whatever you say...You just brushed it off and leaned back as Katie challenged Lee to a dare.

----------

The night progressed and the drinking continued and the bottle got less and less full. Soon enough, the common room was full of your tipsy giggles as the lot of you cracked jokes with each other. You hugged your sides as you cackled as Fred did a spot on impression of Draco Malfoy as he mimicked him walking through the halls, yelling “Potter!” every now and then. Of course, the humor was amplified by the liquor in your hands, but it still was hilarious. The whole group was in a fit of giggles as Lee quite literally fell to the floor from laughter too hard.

Alicia laid her head in your lap as she laughed, wiping tears from her eyes as you all recovered from laughter. “Fred, that was brilliant. You’ll have to show Harry tomorrow morning,” she tells him as Fred plops down next to you on the couch, stealing Katie’s spot as she was now sat on the floor next to Lee. 

Fred chuckles and rests his arm around the back of the couch, gently hovering behind you as you suddenly become very aware of his presence. You spot Angelina out of your periphery vision as she smirks to herself before leaning over and whispering something in George’s ear, making George look at you with a devilish smirk on his lips. Your gaze towards them hardens as you mouth, Knock it off. George just smiles and sips his drink quietly, pretending to mind his own business. 

You turn to Fred and give him a soft smile as he drops his left eye in a wink, making your heart skip a beat. “Easy, Weasley,” you say in a cautious tone as he lifts his arms in defense. You shake your head and lean back into the couch, bumping into his arm that is draped across the back of the couch. Neither of you bother moving. 

Alicia rises from your lap and reaches for the fire whiskey bottle, but groans in defeat when she realizes it’s empty. “Bloody hell,” she groans. She looks to Lee and begs, “Is it appropriate to call this an emergency and you can grab another one of your emergency fire whiskeys?”

Lee laughs, “I regret to inform you we have a one emergency bottle a night policy.” Alicia groans and flops back onto the couch. Suddenly, a light bulb goes off in Lee’s mind, making his eyes grow wide and a little smile dance on his lips. “However,” he wiggles his brows and surveys the group. “Now that we’ve got an empty bottle, I think we all know where we can take this party...”

Looking up from her cup, Katie says, “Where are we taking the party? Are we going to bed?” she asks with sadness in her voice. “But the night is so young!”

Shaking his head, Lee looks at Katie. “Are you daft, Bell?” he asks as she rolls her eyes, sipping her whiskey. “I meant we could play a cheeky game of spin the bottle,” Lee suggests.

Alicia huffs, “Really, Jordan? What are we? Fourth years?”

“Oh, come on, Spinnet, it’s just to add a little spice to the mix,” Lee shimmies his shoulders making you laugh. “Besides, it gives you an excuse to have the privilege of planting a sloppy one on me.”

Alicia fake gags. “I’d rather spend a whole day with Professor Snape,” she spits as Lee laughs.

George speaks up now, “Angie and I will sit this one out, but we will watch the show.” He pulls Angie impossibly closer to him as she cuddles into his chest. “For obvious reasons,” he smirks. Fred boos his brother and throws his now empty cup of fire whiskey at him. “What? I am not kissing someone other than my literal soulmate,” he rationalizes. “Besides, you’ve got five players. That’s enough. That is, if everyone is comfortable playing.”

The group all looks at each other, gaging everyone’s feelings of playing a cheeky game. You had to admit you’d rather not play a game as childish as spin the bottle, but for a weird reason, you were keen on playing at least one round. As you looked around, it seemed like everyone was on board to play. 

Your eyes meet Fred’s for a moment as he looks at you, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips for a split second, hoping you wouldn’t catch him. You quickly turn away, trying to hide the heat on your cheeks. “I don’t see the harm in one game,” you shrug as you see Fred smile from the corner of your eye. Lee claps his hands cheering as Alicia and Katie agree.

Fred speaks up, “Well, I can’t let Lee be the only bloke having all the fun, now can I?” 

Everyone is on board with the game as Lee cheers, “Alright! Five for five!” He places the empty bottle of fire whiskey on its side in order to spin it. “Everyone knows the rules. You spin and kiss whomever it lands on, no matter who it is. I’m looking at you, Weasley. If you land on me, I expect the best snog of my life,” he teases as you all laugh wildly. “Whomever the bottle lands on gets the next spin. All good?” Everyone nods. Lee smiles, “Groovy. Welp, youngest goes first. Bell, you’re up.”

Katie giggles, “Put on your chapstick, you lucky sons of bitches.” Alicia laughs as Katie reaches and spins the bottle. The bottle does a series of spins, turning clockwise as she anticipates who she’ll be planting a kiss on. She nervously dances back and forth as you watch her with a small smile on your face.

Slowly the bottle stops spinning to land gently on Fred. Your heart stops for a second and your mouth runs dry. You blink a few times and swallow hard. The group all claps their hands and laughs as Katie rolls her eyes. You on the other couldn’t help but have a tight feeling in your chest. You force a smile on your face before you look at Angelina quickly. She raises her brows, monitoring your reaction as you just shake your head, letting her know you were fine.

Katie scoots over to Fred as Fred leans down. “Get ready for your mind to be blown,” Fred jokes as Katie slaps his arm.

You watch very intently as Fred ducks his head down to connect his lips with Katie. You stop breathing for a moment as you watch Fred kiss one of your closest friends. Your palms start sweating and you pull yourself away from looking at them kiss. Lee and Alicia oooh and giggle as you look at Angie, eyes screaming at her, Okay maybe I’m not fine. 

She gives you a nervous smile and mouths, “It’s just a silly game.”

You nod your head and shake it off. It was a silly game. That’s all. A stupid, silly, childish game. It meant nothing. You knew Katie didn’t like Fred like that. She had fancied Adrian Pucey for a few months now. This kiss meant literally nothing.

It felt like the kiss had lasted for hours when it was a brief five seconds. Katie pulls away from the kiss and returns to her position on the floor. Fred just smirks and leans back in his seat, dragging his thumb across his bottom lip. You watch as he does so, the small gesture being surprisingly attractive to you as you gulp. But you quickly turn around so Fred doesn’t catch you watching.

Katie laughs, “Eh, you’re nothing to ride home about, Freddie. Hate to break it to you.”

Fred shrugs, “It’s alright, Bell. The first stage of grieving is denial. You’ll eventually accept that that kiss was the best one of your life.”

Lee cackles as Fred joins him in his laugher before leaning over and spinning the bottle for himself. The bottle spins round and round and round as you watch it, the bottle hypnotizing you. You secretly wished that the bottle would land on you, wanting to be able to kiss Fred Weasley and getting the confirmation that you didn’t like Fred in that way. But honestly, you just hoped it was anyone but Katie or Alicia. 

The bottle slowly stopped spinning as it gently landed on Lee, making the group erupt in laughter. Lee’s lips drew up in a devilish smile as he rubbed his hands together, “Here I come, big boy!” he exclaims, making you laugh even harder.

Fred laughs and sits up in his seat. “Give it to me, Jordan,” he challenges.

Lee springs to his feet and grabs Fred’s face with both hands, squeezing his cheeks together before smashing his lips on Fred’s. Fred is laughing as Lee kisses him roughly, rocking him back and forth. George is absolutely dying of laughter, falling into his chair as the rest of the group squeals. 

Alicia grabs onto your arms, squeezing you as she laughs, you doing the same. The kiss happens for a while as you cackle, “Good Godric, come up for some air why don’t you?”

With a smack, Lee pulls off of Fred as Fred falls back in his seat. Fred’s eyes are wide as Lee wipes his lips. “And that,” Lee points to Fred, “is how you kiss someone. Not that pathetic thing you gave Katie.”

The group comes down from laughing at Lee spins the bottle for himself. The cycle repeats for a while. Lee kisses Alicia, Alicia kisses you, you kiss Katie, Katie kisses Lee, and then the bottle spins again. Lee spins and the bottle gently lands on you as you giggle. “I’m expecting excellence, Lee Jordan,” you eye him as he laughs. “Not going to lie, Alicia might give you a run for your money.”

Lee rolls his eyes, “In her dreams.”

You giggle before the two of you close the gap between you two, kissing each other. The kiss is honestly not bad. Lee’s lips tasted of the fire whiskey along with vanilla and sugar. The kiss was gentle, but not bad at all. Your friends around you all cheer and oooh at you two in typical fashion as you both smile into the kiss. You pull away and Lee sends you a wink. “The reviews are in,” you speak. “Not bad, Jordan. Not bad at all. Actually, pretty damned good!”

Lee pumps his arm. “Hah! Take that, Spinnet!”

“Alright, my turn to spin,” you giggle and excitedly spin the bottle.

The bottle spins and spins and spins as everyone waits in anxious anticipation. Who could it be? Slowly, the bottle stops spinning and lands on the person right next to you, Mr. Fred Weasley.

Your heart stops as your mouth goes dry. Everyone immediately erupts into cheers, specifically George who springs onto his feet. “Oh, I’ve been waiting for this one!” he cheers as you gulp.

Kissing Fred Weasley? Maybe this game was a mistake. 

You stare at the bottle, and then to Angie who wears the biggest grin on her face, and then back at the bottle and finally to Fred. His eyes stare back at you as you gulp. A smirk dances on Fred’s lips as you suck in a breath. The whole group stares at the pair of you, silent, waiting for something to happen. 

The tension between you and Fred was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “Cat got your tongue, (Y/L/N)?” Fred teases you as he scoots a little closer to you. You suck in a shaky breath as he chuckles lowly.

You snap yourself out of this anxious gaze and speak, confidence now coursing through your veins. You were going to kiss your best friend and it was happening now. “Make your move, Weasley,” you challenge with flirtation laced in your voice.

Fred smiles, “No need to tell me twice,” he lowly whispers.

Immediately, Fred cups your cheek and brings your lips to his. Your lips connect and the whole group loudly cheers and screams. You hear Lee scream, “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” 

But you couldn’t care what was happening. You were kissing Fred. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. Fred’s lips were soft, but demanding as they pressed firmly onto yours. His lips tasted of sweet cinnamon and spice; his lips were like a personal drug that you couldn’t get enough of. You pressed your lips harder against his as you both sucked in a breath, your hand resting on his forearm. His lips moved gently against yours as you both enjoyed this kiss too much for a friendly game of spin the bottle. 

You opened up your mouth enough for Fred to slide his tongue in, massaging his with yours as you moan just loudly enough for Fred to hear, making him smile into your kiss. As the group watched you two softly snog, they only cheer louder. You were too involved in relishing in the way Fred’s lips felt pressed against yours to care about how your friends were reacting.

The kiss was everything you wanted a first kiss with someone to be. It was gentle, but didn’t lack in passionate or desire. His lips moved in sync with yours as you followed his lead, his tongue dancing with yours. It was exactly how you imagined kissing Fred Weasley.

You are pulled from your thoughts when George cries out, “For Merlin’s sake Freddie, don’t eat the poor girl!”

Gently, you break the kiss as Fred’s lips follow yours for a moment, not wanting the kiss to end just yet. The two of you keep your eyes closed, relishing in the moment that you two shared.

Lee laughs, “Is it just me or is it hot in here?”

You giggle and gently pry your eyes open. But that’s when you gasp.

You look at Fred who sits in front of you in full color. His bright red hair contrasting against the light blue thermal shirt he wears. His brown eyes stare at you just as much in shock. 

It happened.

“Merlin’s beard...” you whisper.

The room fall silent as your friends stare at the two of you in confusion, wondering what could have possibly happened that made the two of you stare at each other in shock.

“Is it...” you start.

“Yeah,” Fred answers. He lets out a light laugh. “Yeah, it is.”

You let out a light laugh with him and slowly, look around the room taking in your surroundings, the whole common room in beautiful colors of maroon and gold. Color dances everywhere as you let out an amazed chuckle. 

Looking at Angie with amazement, she suddenly realizes exactly what’s going on. A smile erupts on her face as she lets out a sigh. “Good Godric,” she breathes. She looks at George. “It happened.”

The entire group registers what is happening as they stare at the two of you in awe as you two take in your surroundings gentle. “Oh shit,” Lee breathes out with a smile. “That’s bloody brilliant...”

You look back at Fred who just wears a gentle smile on his face as you look deeply into his chocolate brown eyes that swim with amazement and adoration. You could look into those eyes forever. And lucky for you, that’s what you were going to do. 

Breaking the silence, Angelina says, “We’ll leave you two to it then. Guys...”

Your friends all start to leave the common room, running up the stairs to the dormitories, definitely to chat about what just happened.

You are now left with Fred in the common room, sitting on the couch together, staring at each other in technicolor. “Hi, Freddie,” you breathe out with a smile.

Fred smiles, “Hi, (Y/N),” he reciprocates. The two of you just take the other one in for a few moments as you gulp. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to do? Merlin’s sake, this was supposed to be a cheeky game of spin the bottle and all of a sudden. “We’re soulmates,” Fred speaks plainly.

“I guess so,” you laugh. You gently bite your lip. “I never thought it would be you, Fred.”

He inhales a long breath. “I had a feeling,” Fred admits as you teasingly smack his arm. “I’m glad I was right,” he confesses as you blush. “You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. With and without color,” he tells you. “I didn’t think that you could get more gorgeous, but color has proved me wrong.”

You shake your head, “Freddie...” you trail off, blushing wildly, crimson appearing on your cheeks for the first time. Fred takes your hand in his and gently rubs his thumb over your knuckles. You give into his touch, nothing feeling more right. “I’m so glad it’s you.”

Fred lifts your hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “We’re soulmates,” he repeats himself as you nod. “Wow...so, we get to spend forever with each other, huh? You’re going to get really tired of me, aren’t you?” he jokes as you laugh.

“I could never grow tired of you,” you confess, squeezing his hand. You run your hand through his red hair. The signature of the Weasleys that you could finally see now. “I do have to say though,” you start. “I was not expecting your hair to be this red.”

Fred laughs, “Get used to it, darling. You’ll be staring at it for the rest of your life. Not to mention, the Weasley genetics are strong. Sorry to say that if we decide to have kids, they’ll end up like this.”

You roll your eyes, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Freddie.” He smiles and sends you a wink. “So,” you breathe out. “What do we do now?”

He inhales deeply and sighs. “Well,” he starts. “I think we ought to tell people, specifically our parents,” he says as you nod. “But other than that, we do what we want.” You gaze into Fred’s eyes and smile. “(Y/N), we have the rest of our lives together. There’s no rush. We can go at our own pace. We don’t have to pay attention to what people say we should be doing. I’m just happy that we’ve found each other that way we can start forever now.”

Your heart fills with joy and adoration at his words. You had always worried that you wouldn’t love soulmate, nevertheless like them, but loving Fred Weasley was going to be the easiest task of your life. Living your forever in color together.

“Sounds good to me, Weasley,” you smile.

Fred leans in and closes the gap between you two, kissing you again sweetly like he had done minutes ago for the first time. His lips are even gentler than before on yours as you smile into the kiss. Fred pull away and smiles, “Reckon we go upstairs and get the teasing out of the way from the lot?”

You take a moment. “Let’s wait a little while. We have forever for them to tease us. We’ll only have this moment for a short time.”

He shakes his head. “Merlin, you’re perfect.”

And there the two of you laid in each other’s arms, taking in the new colorful world before you, souls now connected forever. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[voidnoidoid]

TOH For The Future Thoughts

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET!!!

This new episode was nothing short of incredible!! I have so many thoughts about it so this post isn't gonna be very organised at all.

I love how Camila reacts to the things in the Demon Realm, and her freaking out at all the weird stuff is really fun to watch. But also, I enjoy how she looks out for all the other kids and is a reliable adult for them. She saw that Willow wasn't doing okay and reached out to her, letting her know that she had people to fall back on, even if she wasn't ready yet. And then, she reassures Luz that everyone makes mistakes and apologised for not supporting her in her time of need. Oh and the scene where she hugs all the talisman is soooo adorable!

Hunter's been pretty great this episode too, he's consistently been shown as antsy and worried about the dangers that lie ahead, especially considering everything that happened the previous episode. The development between him, Willow and Gus was fantastic and I'm so glad the three of them got their time to shine this episode. Hunter and Gus have a strong bro bond, and it's heartwarming to see how Gus cares for Hunter so much. When Hunter got emotional from seeing his flyer derby picture, Gus and Willow thought they did something wrong and ran away. Willow out of fear of hurting Hunter and Gus to follow Willow, while telling Hunter to stay put. Both of them care for Hunter but don't want to show their vulnerability and let Hunter care for them like they do for him.

Willow's stress and tension manifesting in the form of her vines is a great touch. Like in the Owl House where she left a trail of vines in her wake, and when the vines grew up around her feet and finally when she smothered a whole room with her vegetation. The vines snaking around her legs and victims gives a suffocating feeling, like Willow is restraining herself from showing any weakness, and also showing how her feelings are overwhelming her.

Hunter's flapjack magic activating when his friends were in danger was so cool, he was zipping around everywhere! Flapjack still lives on in him and that's amazing to see. Also... Huntlow Real. (like omg... the protective hug, hunter carrying willow, the blushing and hand touch aaaaaa. like cos willow's been saving his ass all the time and now it's his turn!)

Ok now to talk about Hexside. Unfortunately after all the adults got puppetified, the school turned to chaos lord of the flies style where Boscha somehow becomes reigning President with the help of "Micky". Mattholomule is a surprisingly effective leader to Gus and everyone else's surprise. Also im still not over how Mattholomule is actually Matt Tholomule. So... Steve and Matt Tholomule huh. OKAY. Gus's smoothly animated slow head turn was HILARIOUS tho. It provided a lot of lighthearted comic relief. "MANtholomule" kandfjknsdk. But I digress. Hexside becoming a chaotic mess under Boscha and Mickey's leadership is honestly pretty realistic. Also I'm slightly disappointed but not surprised that Boscha is still as mean and egotistical as ever. Like COME ON after everything that happened she's still gonna be a major b and run the school like a knockoff regina George?

The real culprit behind this though, is "Mickey" or should I say... Kikimora. When I saw her being Boscha's mouthpiece and pompously dictating what people should do... it felt weirdly familiar but I couldn't really put a finger on who it was until right before the reveal. The way Kikimora manipulated Boscha into taking leadership while she was the real one pulling the strings from the side reeked of insecure, power hungry crony. So glad she got her ass beat. Willow's confrontation with Boscha was such a treat to watch, but it was also painful. Seeing Willow stand up for herself but also let her anger and vulnerability show was so compelling. Boscha was honestly selfish and cold for brushing off Willow. I don't understand why people ship them especially considering Boscha BULLIED Willow and still hasn't apologised. (again I digress but as someone who was bullied I absolutely despise bully x victim dynamics. not cool.) Then in the detention pit, where boscha met amity again, what she did and said made me dislike her more, but also sympathise with her a bit.

When Boscha and Amity met again, Boscha lashed out saying Amity abandoned her friend group, hung out with Luz and basically left her behind. Like yeah duh she dropped you for a reason!? Boscha is a toxic and spiteful person. But I can also see from her point of view. Until Luz showed up, Amity was the top dog, one of the mean girls and part of the clique. To have someone like that just leave the group for good would hurt. And Boscha even got on her knees and begged Amity to come back to her. She wanted things to go back to normal and wanted her friend back, but what Boscha didn't realise was that she was the one who needed to change. I'm glad she changed for the better in the end, she just wants her friends back. (She's still a meanie though)

Alright, now it's time to get into the important stuff. The Collector. (and belos) It was jarring to feel on edge when seeing a happy colourful pastel world, knowing the sinister intentions behind it all. Watching the Collector play with people like dolls creeped me out, especially since they were once... living people. And it just reinforces the fact that despite it all, The Collector is just a kid. A superpowered, immortal kid who doesn't really understand that what he's doing is really truly hurting people. They just want to play. And I can't blame them, being isolated and alone for so long. He calls King his best friend, which I think is really sweet. But unfortunately King is too afraid to reciprocate. What I find really nice about the Collector is that he's willing to compromise for King, the one he cares about. Even when King isn't willing to give them Francois, he doesn't throw a fit, just asks for King to let Francois watch over him because he doesn't want to be alone.

The book that they ask King to read to them is very intriguing, because it's essentially a history book about the collector race. And apparently, they're known as powerful, godlike immortal beings who preserve planets and life forms. But the moment they encounter any resistance, they destroy the planet. Wipe everything clean. The Collector has scribbled this part out, saying that "the others are mean". This means the Collector has encountered others of his race, and actually is one of the nicer ones??? Since he disapproves of the killing and destruction. However, despite this, he is completely okay with hurting the inhabitants of the boiling isles. Yikes.

I'm glad Eda and Lilith are okay though! I'm loving their new looks. Eda seems to have accepted Luz staying in the human realm, which is sad... it's clear she wants Luz to stay but she can't. King, Eda and Lilith are hatching a plan to take down the Collector for good, and you know what this means... MISUNDERSTANDING TIME.

As we all know Belos is back in action, trying to take back control or whatever. I especially enjoy that he's literally falling apart into a goopy mess and is being haunted by the ghosts of Caleb and the other golden guards. He seems to have backup bodies... sealed in a tomb of maroon goop stuff. Buttt that body in the box was incomplete so yeah. I feel like this reinforces the theory that Belos was possessing the bodies of some of the old golden guards, because he said that he "needed a new body". How else has he been living for this long? It also explains the blonde hair. Him making his way to the Archives and meeting Odalia was so funny. She wanted to be more useful outside of being a nanny for the Collector, and now that she kinda got her chance, she got tossed aside once again. But now that means instead of possessing Odalia, Belos possessed Raine. Oh No!!!

Then the usual happens, using the new body he sneaks to the Collector's room and manipulates them into distrusting King! The Collector is way too gullible for their own good like this is the second time he's being bamboozled by Belos COME ON. The way they can just spy on King whenever is so chilling because they just pulled on their hood and boom, they found King. This meant that they could have spied on King whenever, but didn't because they trusted him. Aww... But now Belos has successfully manipulated Collector AGAIN, who believes that King is trying to kill him. But actually King just wants to talk things through. King seeing himself in the Collector, his loneliness and being of a special race, is sad but also comforting to know that he can relate to someone like the collector. I guess we'll see what happens in the final episode of TOH.

And last but not least... LUZ'S PALISMAN!!! Ohhhh man this one has kept the entire fandom on edge forever. Her palisman seems really powerful, given that even when it wasn't fully formed, it blasted the ground with a super laser! When it formed into a ball I was like "is that it?" but of course not lol. I love how before the palisman fullly formed the gang was guessing, "is it a bat? snake? dragon? otter?" The writers and animators know the fandom so well haha... And turns out... IT'S ALL OF THEM!!! According to Luz, her palisman is a snake shifter! I thought it was a chimera but this is cool too, given how Luz has been associated with snakes a lot, it would make sense that a snake would be the main animal. I love how her palisman, Stringbean (cutest name ever!) can shapeshifter because it represents how Luz can't be put into a box. She's creative, adaptable and fun, and Stringbean represents all those qualities.

All in all, fantastic episode, but im worried how the last special will go down. Hold on tight TOH fandom...

[vicea]

dream merch discord recap (june 12, 2021) - disclaimer: i may have missed some things or mistakenly heard other things, apologies in advanced for that!

he has not played the new minecraft update

dream “knows” the date george is coming to florida but he’s not saying it :p

dream doesn’t have anyone muted on twitter

dream guesses his favorite disney princess is belle

sapnap has seen dream’s feet before

he’s not actually connor’s dad in the dsmp lore

dreamnap do not have nicknames for each other D:

dream likes olives but especially black olives

his mother makes homemade pickles

he doesn’t have a phone case

he has dropped his phone from his ear onto concrete in the parking lot before and the screen didn’t crack

dream has six fingers /j

he pours cereal first not milk when making cereal

dream calls sapnap nick most of the time :D

what’s your dream car? “idk the one that gets me to point A to point B consistently”

he finally fixed his sleep schedule, woke up at 8 am today

mrbeast owes dream a tesla because he never sent dream the audio file

dream is a very analytical person - he thinks with numbers/data

creativity is one his strengths that he is the most proud of

3 to 4 years ago, dream used to say george looks like shawn mendes a lot, now he doesn’t resemble him as much

patches is currently sleeping <3

swimming is very relaxing to dream, he swam the other day!

many houses in florida have pools than other places, even the cheapest houses in orlando have pools

dream has merchendise defects (misprints on merch) + milestone merch and he wants to give them away to those who live in orlando (probably to anyone but the event will be held in orlando) though he doesn’t want it to be a covid super-spreader thing so once you pick up your item you gotta dip. just all an idea though

he has been donating them to charity too though :)

dream has likely read Heroes of Olympus before a long time ago

he says that he’ll do a give away of his childhood books with his signature on it

he was obsessed with the series (Percy Jackson) 

he really liked the Alex Rider series

has all of Maximum Ride books, 39 clues books

has read the legend series, the twilight series, and the maze runner

has all/read of the harry potter books, divergent, eragon

he would read all the time, to the point he would read more than one book a day (a book worm he says)

dream had a goal to read 200 books in a year and he wind up reading about 150

he doesn’t want to call it a library but- growing up he had something like that that had 600 or 700 or more books in it (privileged he admits it)

he has not read a book since he started youtube (about 2 years)

dream has a folder called Book that has his own writing in it

word count: 76000 words for one of his stories 

another one he wrote 5 chapters of

he sounds very excited/embarrassed talking about the stories he wrote he’s so endearing

the very first paragraph of one of his stories (he was young when he wrote this) “What exactly is darkness? is it the lack of light? is it a pit of nothingness? ... your mind is full of darkness...” then he couldn’t continue.

the story is about a kid who wakes up in a cell and has no idea where he is with other people who are in the same situation

dream has a world building document

he has a sequel to the first book he has ever written

he found a query letter that he wrote because he wanted to get his book published- he finds it very funny

he’s calling himself a nerd but idk it’s kind of endearing

“as you can tell i’ve always been incredibly cool and not a nerd at all! ever.”

he cringes at his own old videos

dream took a lot of inspiration from witches and wizards by james patterson for writing

the story is written in a way where the main character is actually writing the story so you’re getting input from the main character during it. there’s a lot of sarcasm in it and it’s making dream laugh

very first person narrator

he feels like it’d be very cool if he were to publish his works he wrote when he was 16 on amazon or something but he probably never would because he’d have to read through all of it and it’s just embarrassing for him

dream used to video call sapnap fairly frequently- even before youtube

he strictly remembers, a very long time (at least 7 to 9 years) ago he was at his old childhood house he video called sapnap. he was wearing a (technically) suit and he remembers specifically that he was giving sap a tour... 

“snazzy in a suit”

he had no reason to put on the suit (wow time is a flat circle huh)

drista is pretty close to sapnap’s height, she’s like 5′7″ but sap is still taller than her

dream filmed the whole thing when he and sapnap met but... it’s... gone because when he was clipping that one clip for twitter... it edited the whole video

he’s sure when they meet up with george they will film that too :D

DREAM IS PRETTY SURE THAT HE AND GEORGE WILL MEET THIS YEAR-- HE SAYS A 95% CERTAINTITY the five percent is like either restrictions or visa issues

dream does not play any instruments but he had a guitar hanging on his wall when he was younger...

dream is convinced they’re the same height but also sapnap is probably taller??

they had george compare his height to a door frame and dreamnap were googling for any doorframes to find any possible chance that george is taller than 5′8″ ... nothing came up

there’s a chance they’re both lying about being 5′8″

sap and george will literally just show up in stilts to prove they’re taller than each other /j

dream without shoes is between 6′2″ and 6′3″ with shoes he’s 6′3.5″

dream is talking about awesamdude’s fake height arc again LOL

dreamnap are very private people so they don’t bother each other but george doesn’t care and would just barge into their rooms and start bothering them- they were all joking about that over a voice call

he will visit europe

he thinks that greece would be a cool place to visit because sapnap’s family is from there :) so it’ll be like a nice “treat” to go back with sap :D

dream isn’t entirely sure that the dream team meet up will happen this year but he’s working out the details because he wants to make sure it’s safe

he’s talking to youtube about his face reveal

it’s up to george if he wants to eat healthy when they finally move in

dream just has a lot of meat and vegetables in his house

spinach with chicken is good

not much fruit (only apples and tomatoes)

“DRISTA IS 5″ is trending on twitter LOL (her height got cut off)

dream doesn’t want people flying to different places because he doesn’t want to encourage travel so he wants to do all of the meet ups with a two day heads up at most

he thinks that it’s awesome that ranboo and tubbo are meeting soon !! :D

it’s very cool to dream to see how far everyone’s has come since the beginning of the dsmp. everyone has done so much

dream finalized his youtube plan a couple weeks before he uploaded his video and he was talking to drista about how he was gonna be a big youtuber in a parking lot :”)

she was the first person he really ever talked to about it

dream would love to teach george how to drive it’d be really funny :D (a very good video or a livestream idea) 

dream knows how to ride a bike, he used to have to bike to school

he can’t explain dnf.gay he has no clue he is not responsible. sapnap was the one who found it LOL. he is adamantly exclaiming that it was not him

dream doesn’t worry about views/likes/dislikes a lot- mainly views but that’s for the new uploads

he hasn’t uploaded in like a month and a half (*cries*)

he wants to stream at some point but he doesn’t know when 

he wants to play geoguessr but not now... he doesn’t want to alt stream rn- maybe tomorrow!

he is insisting that the splash text on his minecraft home screen is by callahan

he asked callahan to send him bunch of text files that are dream team related so that the splash can rotate through it but callahan thought it was funny (it is) to put only dreamnotfound <3 so it doesn’t ever change at all and dream doesn’t even know how to change and he has asked callahan to change it but he said no (even though dream pays him LMAO)

the video referenced in the padilla’s video is still in the works, it might be handed over to sapnap though !

he has no idea if he will be in MCC pride yet

padilla got dream’s input for the video, dream found him to be a very nice guy ! :) it’s the first interview that dream did that wasn’t by a person with a negative opinion of dream

dream felt relaxed doing the interview with padilla 

?????? he’s blaming callahan for his “dnfisreal” nickname in bedwars 

he’s blaming callahan for a lot of dnf-related stuff

callahan runs the dream fanart account thus the liking of dnf content

he’s so insistent that it was callahan

dream admits that he was lying about the twitter and other stuff but for sure callahan did code the splash text in LOL

dream liking that tweet “the chances of george doing a hot tub stream is the same of dnf dating” was “funny” he wasnt trying to do any commentary...

the inside joke of “oh it’s all just a joke to you” originates from george and sapnap actually always fighting (like them yelling and shouting at each other) and george said something really mean and sapnap was hurt then geroge said “it was just a joke” and sapnap replied with that line and ever since then it’s been a meme LOL

he says that everyone does the hand-on-the-passenger-seat-while-reversing thing

dream is offline raiding with his chat with 6k people

dream appreciates us and will talk to us soon! 

[quillsanddaydreams]

teddy bear

fred weasley x reader

—author’s note: I really have no explanation for this except that I saw an old fic of mine and the idea just struck. This is a re-imagined version of 'don't say goodbye' from my main i.e. @with-love-anu Fred had been spending lesser and lesser time with you every day and you couldn't take it anymore.

—warning(s): mentions of food and drinks, break up, angst but it's hurt and comfort, low-key descriptions of anxiety attack. gender neutral!reader (pronouns haven't been used throughout the story) 

—wordcount: 2,190

The fire crackled orange and gold, painting the dark walls. You were sitting right beside the mantle looking at the wall ticking. It was 11:35pm. Fred should’ve been home hours ago.

Tilting your head, you ran your thumb through the sharp edge’s of the photo frame. Friendly— happy faces smiled back at you. It was you and Fred from your 6th year. He had an arm around you, kissing your cheek before winking at the camera. Oh you remembered that day. Vividly. The two of you had just started dating after months of pining. Fred had been an absolute sweetheart. One date led to the next and you didn’t realise you two had spent years together. From graduating from hogwarts, to working your way up on your jobs, moving in together… You were madly in love and nothing else seemed to have mattered.

Everything looked great. Looked. Your parents often told you about ichs. A common rash. Ignore it and it will go away. Scratch it, and it will make your life hell. They never told you however, how long it takes. And you had been shutting your eyes to this one far too long. Fred was never there. Never. Both of you had jobs. Demanding jobs. Yet it seemed Fred was the only one without a moment to spare.

Your morning began with you getting up and ready for your day. Freshening up, making breakfast for the two of you— storing Fred’s with a quick warming spell and a note because you knew you’ll be gone by the time he woke up. Never having the heart to rouse him you simply smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, apprating to the ministry. When you came back, he would still be at the shop, working late into the night. Exhaustion caught you, you were unable to keep yourself from falling asleep after 12.

Heaving a sigh, you pushed your head back staring at the ceiling above. The thing was that you missed him. Terribly. You couldn’t even remember the time he held you, let alone ask about your day— it had been months. There had been a hundred times, sitting alone having dinner or seeing his side of the bed empty. Loneliness caught with you reminisened all the times he would pull you over his lap, pressing kisses all over your face. Telling you about the newest invention at his shop. All confrontations with him about the same had ended the same way. With him promising he would try. He never did.

Glancing at the clock again, you felt your body grow hot with anger. It was nearly midnight. You had left him a note to come home early that day. Promotion at work had flashed like the perfect occasion to catch up. Happiness had been bubbling through you all day. Although as time passed, your excitement dulled. The food turned cold and ice in the firewhiskey bucket had melted. Your eyes pricked with tears as you felt your stomach churn. There was a pop as the door opened to reveal a disheveled Fred. He gave you a small smile before moving straight towards the bedroom.

“Fred,” you called out, clearing your throat and wiping away the tears. Did he really not notice? “Did you get my note?”

“Hmm?” he said, shuffling through his drawer. “Oh! Yes I did, sorry but work came up love, couldn’t make it.”

You clenched your jaw.

“Work?” you asked, agitated. “What work keeps you out until midnight Fred?”

His answering sigh infuriated you further.

“You need to change your work schedule, Fred,” you said, crossing your arms. “George comes back to Angelina before 8. I’m sure you can manage before 9. I don't see you Fred. I don't get to talk to you or spend a moment with you. It's like I'm living alone— I spent more time with you before we moved in!”

Fred squeezed his eyes shut, tired.

“I’ll try, I promise,” he said after a minute. “Let’s eat first, shall we?”

“No, Fred. You promise me that every time,” you hissed. “I want you to tell me you’ll be home tomorrow before 9. Like a normal person.”

“What do you want me to do, huh?” Fred snapped. “I thought you would be more supportive of me and my business.”

“Don’t you dare say that,” you threatened. “I’ve been there for you every step of the way. What I am asking you is for you to take out some time for me. I need you to be there for me too!”

“Well excuse me for wanting to earn enough money for our future. For wishing you didn’t have to work to live a happy life.”

“Fred,” you said, your voice a dangerous whisper. “You know exactly how much I love my job. I’ve always been happy working. What has gotten into you? You were always so supportive of me!”

Something crossed Fred’s eye and he took a step back, shaking himself. He took a deep breath.

“Listen,” Fred said calmly. “It’s late now, we can talk about it tomorrow.”

“When, Fred? When? In the morning, when you are asleep or at night which is the time right now?”

Fred remained silent. It felt like you were bursting. All the frustration, sadness and disappointment poured in.

“It hurts, Fred. It hurts and it feels like I’m alone in this. People ask me how we are doing and I don’t know what to tell them. I have no idea what’s going on with the person I live with. I don’t even know where our relationship is goin—”

“You know what?” Fred said, finally losing his cool, throwing his hands in the air. “If you feel so alone, maybe you wouldn’t find a difference if we even separate.”

You gasped.

“I’m going to give you a moment to take that back,” you hushed. Fred crossed his arms. “Think about it before telling me you meant it.”

“Listen, you know I put my work above anything else,” he said, gritting his teeth. “I’ve always wanted to be rich enough so people like Malfoy wouldn’t dare to insult me or my family. That shop. It’s my life. It’s everything that lets me afford the things I never could.”

“So the shop’s more important to you than having me stay?” you said, your throat heavy. Digging your nails into the palm of your hand you searched Fred’s face. The face you had fallen in love with, the one that didn’t quite meet your eyes now which forebode tears. No you couldn’t cry now. Not when he disregarded your job you had been so passionate about, not when his status in life was more important to him. When Fred didn’t say anything, you let out a dry laugh. Shaking your head you moved towards your wardrobe, your head thumping. You took out a couple of your clothes, money and some documents, packing up a bag. Fred stared at you wide eyed as you went for the door.

“What are you doing?” he demanded as you opened the door moving out.

“Well, since you don’t care if we separate and your shop is the only thing you’re living for; it only seems fair that I leave,” you said, furiously rubbing away the tear that fell down your cheek. “Oh and Weasley? I hope you become the wealthiest wizard in the country.”

The last thing you saw was Fred’s shook form before a familiar house came into view. Knocking on your best friend’s door, you wondered whether you should have taken a hotel. It was very late after all. Before you could turn back and leave, Ruhaan opened up. He looked sleepy but his expression changed on seeing you.

“Hey, are you alright? What’s the—”

“Can I stay here tonight?” you blurted. “I’ll crash on the couch... ”

Ruhaan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you in.

“Of course you can,” he said as your throat felt heavy. “You’re always welcome here, what happened?”

“I… we broke up,” you croaked. Admitting things aloud often made things real. Stating your breakup to Ruhaan made you really assess the situation. Blood rushed to your head as you realised you really just left back someone you had loved for six long years. Still did. Your legs wobbled making you lose your balance but Ruhaan held you steady.

“I can’t believe it… I… love him…” you gulped.

“Let me first get you some tea,” he said, rubbing your sides.

-♡♡♡-

Fred was a mess. He fell on the floor with a thump, realising what happened moments ago. You left. The person he had loved all his life had left him. And it was his fault. All those months he had been trying to get the latest product to work. George had given up on it long ago knowing well how dangerous it was to work on. Yet he stood back, working extra hours determined to get it done. It made him lose sight of what was important, you. His heart constricted as he felt like he couldn’t breath. Hot tears fell down his cheeks as he let out a frustrated shout. He had finally lost everything.

For the next few days, Fred worked as an auto pilot. Numbness had caught up to him. He couldn’t bring himself to eat or sleep. Your thoughts plagued him. It was like he was watching your face fall as you moved out over and over again. The apartment felt devoid of spirit— dark and cold. Fred missed you, your smile as he sleepily joined you in bed, pulling you closer; your notes with little doodles telling him to take care… George vaguely knew about what happened, he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it. Visits to your best friend’s place have always gone the same. Ruhaan told him you weren’t there.

Fred wanted— needed you. He loved you. Always did. And he would be damned if he failed to show you. Again. Washing his face, he apparated to Ruhaan’s door again. Biting the inside of his cheek, he waited as a familiar face came into view sighing on spotting him.

“Fred,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I’ve told you…”

“Please,” he said, cutting him off. “Please, I know what I’ve done. Terrible won’t start to describe it. Just give me a chance to talk. I won’t push. I won’t. I am really ashamed of the things I did. At least let me make it right…”

Ruhaan searched his face, mentally debating with himself. Fred was pleading, begging. He would do anything to make this right.

“Alright, don’t screw this up,” Ruhaan said, ushering him in directing him towards your room. “The first door on the right.”

Fred nodded, moving briskly to where he indicated. Heart pounding, he knocked. Your voice came throaty, calling him in. When he saw you, his breath caught up. You looked terrible. Dark circles under red puffy eyes, nestled up in blankets. Noticing him, you sat up straighter.

“I told Ruhaan I didn’t want to see you,” you muttered. Fred moved to sit beside you. You looked away.

“I…” he began, not finding the correct words. “I brought this for you…”

He fished out a small box out of his pocket, handing it to you. It transformed into a teddy bear as the pack touched you, splaying itself over your hand like a rock. You narrowed your eyes at Fred.

“I’ve been working on this in secret for the last six months,” he rasped. “A teddy bear for blue days. The more I worked on it, the stiffer it became. I could not imagine what exactly I was doing wrong. I tried charming it, transforming it, twisting and twerking it around...”

“Fred,” you said, cutting him off. He blinked as streaks of heavy tears fell down his cheek.

“I was so fucking angry and determined to make it work that I couldn’t see anything else than that,” he sobbed. “I’ve said and done things that I couldn’t forgive myself for. I’ve made promises I never followed and I’ve let you go. I… I know that there is no reason for you to even hear me out right now. But I can’t lose you. I can’t… I can’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to have you back but I don’t want to say goodbye to the best thing in my life. Please. You don’t have to excuse me but give me one opportunity to make it up to you.”

You inhaled sharply.

“You’ll come home before 9?” you asked.

“At seven everyday.”

“You’ll spare time for me?”

“Dates every other weekend.”

“You’ll cook everything for the next 3 weeks?” you said as Fred let out a breathy chuckle.

“Only your favourites.”

You looked at his face, wet from crying. Eyes praying for your answer.

“You’ll kiss me right now?” you said as a dull surprise crossed his face. He cradled your face, kissing you softly. You closed your eyes, body relaxing for the first time in days.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, his voice low. You held his hand, squeezing it.

“I know.”

—as for the taglist: I don’t make taglists, I have a blog @from-my-quill ​ which is updated whenever I post fanfiction. You could have the notifications on for it and it will work just like me tagging you.

⟨⟨REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE APPRECIATED⟩⟩

[fandom-puff]

Sleep-Talking

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested by: 2 anons (I combined the requests bc they basically asked for the same thing :))

Gif creds to owner

Warnings: daddy kink, rough sex, squirting

As Fred’s eyes fluttered open, he smiled softly. You were snuggled into his side, your leg slung over his thigh, head tucked into his chest. He hadn’t noticed you sneaking into his dorm in the middle of the night, and he really wasn’t complaining.

Smiling contentedly and only hearing the soft breathing of you and the snoring of his twin (it was the Christmas holidays, and you were the only ones in his dorm) he was about to nod back off for a good old lie-in when he heard-

“Hmmm... Fred... daddy...”

His eyebrows shot straight up into his ginger hair as he looked down at you. To top off your soft whimpers which were slightly muffled by his jumper, you had began grinding on his thighs, and he felt his cock twitching with interest as he felt your wetness soaking through his pyjama pants. He certainly hadn’t heard that one before...

You moaned softly and shuddered with your climax, eyes opening slowly as you woke, quickly becoming flustered as you saw Fred’s smirk.

“I think, dear Yn... that you ought to meet Daddy in the room of requirement after lunch, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you whispered, biting your lip.

“Good girl. I’m going for a shower. No touching.”

***

The few hours you had to wait until after lunch stretched out for an almost unbearably long time. When you finally saw Fred again (for he had been getting up to no good with George and Lee Jordan) you were practically humming with energy, very excited to see what he had in store for you.

But Fred didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to finish his meal, occasionally chatting across the table, taking a second portion of this and that. You rubbed your foot along his calf gently, hoping to catch his attention, but he didn’t seem too bothered that you were rubbing your thighs together. When he finally cleared his plate, he guided you upstairs to the room og requiremebt, not saying a word until you were inside.

“So, daddy, huh?” He grinned. “How do you want to play this, YN?” He asked, backing you into a wall.

“I...” you mumbled. “Be rough with me, Fred... s-spank my ass... degrade me a little... control me. Then after I need... I’d like... like for you to take care of me,”

Fred nodded and kissed your forehead. “I think I can do that darling. Usual safeword?” He asked and you nodded. “Right then. Have you been touching yourself, even when I asked you to wait?”

You pressed your lips together and shook your head quickly. But Fred arched his brows. “Are you lying to me, YN?” He asked you sternly. You gulped. “Because I’m sure I saw you rubbing those thighs together at dinner... were you trying to get some friction on your needy little clit, hmm?”

“Y-ues...” you breathed, biting your lip hard.

“Yes what, YN?”

“Yes, daddy!” You whimpered, already panting. Fred smirked and with a snap of his fingers, most of your clothes were off. You stood in front of him, in thigh high socks and small, frilly white knickers, but apart from that you were bare, your nipples pebbling from the chill. Fred smirked, tweaking them gently before cupping your cheeks.

“You’ve been rather naughty, don’t you think, Sweetheart? Lying to daddy, trying to get off... I think... I think a good spanking might do just the trick,” he mused and you let out a soft, needy whimper as he pulled you over to an armchair that the room had conjured, pushing you over his lap. “15 should do, I think, love?” He smirked, massaging the globes of your arse, squeezing them gently. “You will count, and thank me for each one, like a good girl, okay? Verbal answers, darling,”

“Y-yes, daddy, please!” You moaned out, pushing your arse up eagerly to him, letting out a cry as his hand struck your cheek. “One... thank you daddy!” You moaned, arching your back. By the tenth hit, you were kicking your legs like a brat and with the 15th ‘thank you, daddy,’ you had tears rubbing down your face, and arousal oozing down from between your thighs.

“Good girl,” Fred hummed, hoisting you upright and kissing you gently. “Took your spanking so well. Have you learned your lesson, Princess?”

“ I-I have, daddy,” you whimpered, nuzzling into his neck. “P-please, can we carry on?” you moaned, bucking your hips slightly. Fred laughed gently, easing your thighs apart.

“You asked very nicely,” he observed, slowly dipping his fingers between your soaking folds. “Hmm... do you hear that, darling? Hear how wet you are, all for daddy?” He smirked, fingering you slowly, obscene squelching noises filling the room along with your own soft moans. “I think this tight little pussy needs a good fucking, don’t you, sweetheart? Do you want daddy to fill up your little hole with his cock?”

You moaned lewdly and nodded, letting Fred guide you into your hands and knees on the simple bed. “There’s a good girl,” he grunted, holding your thighs apart as he plunged into your dripping core, moving to tighten his grip on your waist and hips, his thumbs pressing into the small of your back. You cried out as he began pounding into you and you fell forward onto your chest, arching so that your arse was pushed up to him. He planted a few firm slaps to your cheeks, admiring the jiggle as he fucked you, before reaching around to rub circles into your clit, groaning loudly as you yelped, your lusty cry filled with desire. “Please! Please, please, daddy! Please may I cum, please!” You begged, your whole body trembling. When Fred growled ‘yes’ your tight walls clamped impossibly tighter around Fred’s twitching cock, pulsing rapidly as your clit throbbed. Grunting, Fred continued to fuck you harder, and gasped out his own orgasm as your second, more intense one was rushing through your body, squirting out of you, all over the bedsheets as you collapsed forward, feeling the comforting weight of Fred laying atop you.

It took you both a moment to catch your breath, and as you came crashing down from your high, you leg out a weak, pleasured sob, nuzzling into his side. “Th-thank you, Freddie,” you whimpered, hiding your face in his chest as he instinctively wrapped his arms around you. “That was... b-better than I thought it would ever be,”

Fred smirked softly and kissed the top of your head. “Anything for you princess,” he murmured. “Accio washcloth. Just gonna clean you up a bit, darling,” he sakd softly, mopping his cum from your sensitive cunt (you let out a little moan at that) and wiping the beads of your squirt up from your thighs. “All done,” he said softly, vanishing the cloth and pulling you closer to him once more. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart, you took that so well... bloody brilliant you are-“

But when he looked down, your eyes had shut and a blissed out expression was etched on your face as you slept. Fred hummed, resting his chin on your head, wondering what new kink this nap would reveal, should you start sleep-talking again.

Tags: @a-hopeless-fan @lotsoffandomrecs @justanotherwildstar @rai-strangebr @zodiyack @haphazardhufflepuff @dumbfuckinslytherin @severuslovebot @darkthought15 @rabeccablake @sambucky8 @eleven-times-lively

[thefanficmonster]

Time And Time Again

Dream x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Basically a rundown of some of the most recent cute moments brought to you by the most adorable will-they-won’t-they couple: Y/N and Dream.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request, it really made my day when I received it! I hope I captured what you wanted and what you had in mind in the fic and I hope you enjoy the read! This is my first time writing for Dream so I hope I don’t mess it up hehe. Love, Vy ❤

“I don’t wanna go in the cave!“ Y/N squeals in terror when she realizes that in order to make progress in the game and continue moving onward with the story, she has to walk Blake through the dark, dingy and danger-ridden cave in Outlast 2. The gang’s all there with her on a Discord call to keep her company, knowing she’s a scaredy cat underneath that tough girl exterior. And being the scaredy cat she is while also having a preference for horror games has made Friday nights very interesting for her and her friends: her, Clay, George and Sapnap sit on a Discord server while she streams whatever horror game she had planned for the evening to her close to her thousands of viewers. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll come with you, imma hold your hand the whole time.“ Clay volunteers wholeheartedly without a second to waste.

Much to his disappointment, however, Y/N’s reply to that is: “Not until you go wash off all that cheeto dust that’s all over your fingers.“

Clay gasps dramatically, “How DARE you? I offer you help and comfort and this is the thanks I get? I hope one of those heretics in teaches you a lesson!”

While the pair are now in a full-on ‘heated’ dispute on their manners and politeness, bringing back things they did wrong as far back as three years ago, George and Sapnap are just connecting the dots silently.

“Wait, Y/N...“ George is the one to finally speak up, “How’d you know he’s eating cheetos?”

Taking a momentary break from the bickering, Y/N reassumes her more sweet tone of voice as he addresses him, “He freaking raided my cabinets and has eaten all my snacks already! He’s only been here for two hours, damn it!”

“Don’t make it sound like I inhaled a mountain of snacks in two hours! You literally had only two bags of snacks - meant for one person, mind you!“ Clay argues back, neither him nor Y/N realizing that this accidental outing will send their fandoms in a fit.

Of course, people hang out at their friends’ all the time, nothing weird there. This wouldn’t have been such a big deal to anyone if Sapnap didn’t say:

“How come Clay has the privilege of coming over to place and George and I don’t?“

Oh boy...

                                                             *  *  *

“Hi everyone! I know you guys couldn’t care less for an intro so Imma get right into it...“ Y/N says, all seemingly in one breath, “You see this masked man next to me? This tree of a man right here? Yes? Good, well judging by that poorly made cardboard mask he’s wearing - curtsey of yours truly - you probably already know who he is. If not, meet Dream, aka Clay, aka the raincloud above my parade.“

That specific laugh echoes throughout the room as the said tree-of-a-man wraps an arm around the significantly smaller girl’s shoulders, pulling her closer till their sides collide, “She loves me, trust me, she does.”

“Only when you bring me food though.“ She corrects him, wiggling his shoulders to see if she could set herself free from his grip but relaxing in his embrace when she realizes she won’t be going anywhere unless he willingly lets her go.

Clay tilts his head to the side to look at her through the holes poked into the mask before lifting his free arm to reveal the plastic bag he’s been holding all this time. “Oh, well then I wonder what I’ve got over here...”

“Oh my God, Panda Express! You’re the best, Clay.“ She squeals, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him down while she simultaneously pushes up on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek which is a tiny bit exposed to her between the mask and the hood he’s got over his head.

Before the man could even recover, he finds himself empty handed, having lost the girl and having lost the bag of food to the girl.

That kiss was worth it though.

                                                             *  *  *

“Ok, so I’ve seen this ‘my girlfriend does my makeup’ challenge going around and since I’m single as all hell, I got my best friend Y/N here to do my makeup.“ Clay points to Y/N who’s holding a makeup bag in one hand and is giving him a very disappointed look, “Judging by the look on her face, she’s not at all impressed but I promise to make her a bit more excited to be here in editing.“

“Of course I’m unimpressed, this is the troll video of troll videos!“ She complains, throwing her arms up, “Sure I’ll do your makeup and get a kick out of it myself but none of them will see it!“ She points to the camera, “None of them will know what amazing makeup artist skills I’ve got.“

This leaves Clay speechless for a moment, uncertain of how to reply to her statement before just deciding to say: “Well, at least you’ll be getting a kick out of it, that’s all that matters to me.”

“Aww...“ Y/N bats her eyelashes at the camera as her bottom lip forms an emotional pout, “Please don’t be so sweet to me after I just verbally kicked your ass. You always do that and make me feel like the meanest person in the world.“

“Aww Y/N, I’m so sorry.“ He says, sounding genuinely apologetic as he wraps his arms around the girl that’s tiny in comparison to him, bringing her closer to him with his tight hug.

“YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN!“

                                                             *  *  *

“Hey Clay, I bought lunch on the way so I hope you’re-” Walking into her friend’s recording room abruptly, Y/N finds herself face to face with his webcam, the light next to which is glowing, suggesting the device is on and she’s currently on the screens of the thousands of people watching Dream’s stream. His mask is on - the one she made for him - of course, but she can still feel the aura of him smiling, relieving her of the worry that he’ll be irritated by her walking in like that - unannounced and without knocking. To be fair, they never announced to one another when they’d be stopping by and by this point in their friendship they have also stopped knocking too. “You’re streaming, huh?”

“Yup!“ The word is said in such a teasing manner she almost allows herself to blush, “What you got there tho?“

“Chipotle.“ She answers shortly, “And I’m starving so can we please turn your stream into a Mukbang?“ She furrows her brows as she inspects what’s on his computer screen, looking at a comment section instead of the usual screen of a game she’s used to seeing. “What are you doing, anyway?“

Looking back at his screen for a brief moment before turning back to her, Clay replies, “Oh, just reading mean comments, as one does to boost their self-esteem.”

The flash of anger he sees on Y/N’s face is most certainly not what he was inspecting to see. Mockery, yes. Humor, yes. Faux sympathy followed by some mean comments of her own, definitely. But he anger he did not see coming at all.

“Who’s talking shit about you? I’ll end them!“ Putting the plastic bag of delicious food aside, forgetting all about it in the process, Y/N grabs a chair and drags it over next to Clay’s so she too can look at his screen.

And that boy has never felt so much adoration for his best friend. Their fans - and especially their shippers - would’ve lost it if they had been able to see the look he was giving her.

                                                             *  *  *

(back to the ‘girlfriend/best friend does my makeup vid’)

“Ok, so what kind of look do you want me to give you?“ Y/N asks as she sits down on the stool in front of Clay, her makeup products placed on the dining table which is to her right.

“You ask me as though I know what I want.“ Clay laughs, the sticker of his mask floating above his face, following his movements as to keep his features hidden, “Just do the look you do on yourself everyday. It looks really cute on you, who knows, I might be able to pull it off too.“

“Sure thing.“ She smiles at her friend’s compliment, “Just stand still, ok?“

“Yes, ma’am.“

                                                            *  *  *

“Y/N, no! Stop!“ Clay warns her via the Discord call while the two are streaming Minecraft together alone for once, “Not another word!“

“But I really do feel bad!“ Y/N whines in response, “Why don’t you allow me to apologize?“

“Because there’s nothing to apologize for!“ He says, clearly done with the conversation, “I willingly gave you my jacket, you didn’t ask for it.“

“And now you’ve got a cold because of it!“ She continues arguing her case, “The least I can do is come over to take care of you.“

“I don’t need a pity nurse, thank you very much.“ Clay bites back, “But your company would be nice. Though I don’t want you to catch whatever cold I have.“

“I’d catch any cold for you, Clay.“ She replies teasingly - with a ton of honesty underneath that teasing.

Honesty both her and Clay are aware of. As well as the mob of people watching their streams right now.

                                                             ~  ~  ~ And so the snowball effect continues with little moments sprinkled throughout their online presences that make the snowball of shipping get bigger and bigger. Every now and then, both Y/N and Clay let little bits of their true adoration and admiration for the other slip through. And time and time again do those moments send their fans in a frenzy. 

Rightfully so.

@kia-isabelle