#i mean i guess i can't really blame jokey

[funnibluecreturs]

Typing this because my dream is getting a little vague, I woke up eariler.

But I had a dream I was playing a game. I don't know what it is but I was hanging out with Jokey Smurf in said game. Though sometimes I was talking to him as if I'm actually talking to the actual smurf himself? Like I'm inside of the game and talking to him.

I don't remember everything we did together but I think I remembered encountering weird things, and a smurf was lying on the ground, as if he died. However Jokey and I didn't buy it because we knew he was actually joking with us.

The one thing I remembered most is I was actually inside the game, walking beside Jokey, and asking him:

"Hey, how would you describe your sense of humor?"

He looked away and pondering on it, just to respond with "I don't know." :D

.... Huh.

Well like what Brainy said in the Hanna-Barbera cartoon, Jokey does have a peculiar sense of humor.

[trismp4]

                       ❛      smart  girl  ,  too  many  brownie  points  would  give  me  too  much  power  and  next  thing  you  know  you'll  be  going  on  random  outings  every  single  night  .  you  wouldn't  be  able  to  get  rid  of  me  .      ❜          a  smile  as  he  joked  around  ,  eyebrows  raising  a  little  at  her  comment  before  he  pressed  his  lips  together  and  shrugged  his  shoulders  .            ❛      maybe  you're  the  first  client  that's  ever  gotten  to  use  this  blanket  .  the  others  just  have  to  sit  on  the  sand  .     ❜          a  laugh  fell  from  his  lips  as  he  shook  his  head  .  he  himself  ,  cringing  at  his  own  joke  .  as  she  settled  down  in  front  of  him  .  he  reached  into  his  backpack  ,  pulling  out  a  meatball  sub  from  subway  and  handing  it  over  to  alara  before  pulling  out  his  own  sandwich  .  along  with  a  couple  red  solo  cups  and  a  bottle  of  wine  .  opening  it  ,  he  poured  some  into  each  cup  before  handing  her  one  .         ❛      thought  about  sharing  a  cup  and  bringing  a  couple  straws  ,  i  know  how  you  feel  about  sharing  drinks  but  we  can't  all  be  perfect  ,  can  we  ?     ❜         teasing  ,  he  listened  to  her  speak  .  the  smile  never  really  leaving  his  lips  as  she  continued  on  .  although  ,  alara  had  been  going  through  her  fair  share  ,  tristan  would've  never  guessed  in  that  moment  .  fully  invested  in  the  𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  of  their  conversation  for  the  time  being  .  although  ,  tristan  wasn't  really  someone  that  could  plan  things  out  very  well  .  instead  ,  his  plan  going  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘  different  because  he  couldn't  sit  still  for  long  enough  .  something  else  catching  his  attention  or  simply  . . .  maybe  even  wanting  to  run  away  from  anything  getting  too  real  himself  .  wanting  to  keep  the  easiness  of  everything  .  blaming  his  impulsivity  on  the  reason  he  was  always  so  quick  to  go  onto  one  thing  to  the  next  ,  even  if  there  wasn't  anything  threatening  around  .  even  if  nothing  was  getting  to  close  .  it  became  habit  ,  almost  .          ❛     sounds  like  a  very  eventful  yet  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂  week  .  i  mean  ,  if  i  lost  my  mango  body  scrub  ,  i'd  probably  have  to  cancel  all  my  plans  for  the  next  few  weeks  .  so  really  ,  i'm  glad  you're  here  .     ❜         the  last  bit  less  jokey  and  more  genuine  as  he  smiled  softly  .  moving  his  hand  over  to  her  leg  ,  he  brushed  his  thumb  against  it  before  looking  over  at  the  water  and  then  back  at  her  .  patting  his  hand  against  her  leg  ,  he  leaned  forward  .          ❛      c'mon  ,  let's  get  in  the  water  .     ❜         pushing  himself  up  completely  ,  he  began  taking  off  his  shoes  and  socks  before  pulling  his  shirt  off  and  walking  towards  the  water  .  turning  so  he  was  facing  her  as  he  walked  out  .  stretching  out  his  arms  ,  he  yelled  out  to  her  .          ❛     nothing  better  than  a  night  swim  before  a  meatball  sub  while  the  sun  sets  !  who  needs  two  straws  when  you  can  eat  two  meatball  subs  when  you're  all  soggy  ?  i  hear  sand  is  the  new  body  scrub  !   ❜          he  joked  ,  rambling  on  as  he  got  to  the  water  .

to  be  honest  ,  with  how  her  love  life  had  been  going  for  the  past  several  years  ,  a  fake  anniversary  with  someone  you  were  still  getting  to  know  was  probably  as  good  as  it  was  going  to  get ��.  she  smiles  ,  meaning  it  ,  "  hm  ,  i'll  think  about  the  brownie  points  .  i  can't  start  giving  them  away  too  easily  else  you'll  be  trying  to  collect  something  too  crazy  ,  "  she  jokes  ,  the  shoes  still  held  by  her  side  as  they  walk  .  she  didn't  always  know  what  to  expect  but  maybe  it  was  good  that  she  didn't  have  any  big  dreams  about  their  relationship  ,  any  thoughts  of  some  grand  gesture  .  she  had  fallen  foul  too  many  times  to  thinking  that  others  could  read  her  mind  ,  that  they  would  simply  curate  something  thoughtful  for  her  that  would  make  her  happy  .  she  wasn't  materialistic  but  she  did  crave  to  be  known  ,  to  have  some  small  gesture  on  a  regular  basis  to  make  her  feel  appreciated  .  she  knew  it  would  probably  be  impossible  and  yet  she  still  wanted  for  it  ,  hopelessly  .  at  the  spot  ,  her  gaze  drifts  to  the  blanket  and  she  rolls  her  eyes  at  the  comment  ,  "  oh  ,  are  you  sure  ?  i  don't  want  to  get  your  office  all  sandy  …  ruin  it  for  the  rest  of  your  clients  ,  "  a  knowing  emphasis  on  the  last  word  ,  her  eyes  lit  up  as  she  places  her  shoes  down  and  sits  down  .  in  all  honesty  ,  she  didn't  care  what  tristan  got  up  to  because  it  really  wasn't  anything  that  affected  her  or  was  on  her  mind  ,  nothing  that  she  spared  too  much  time  thinking  about  although  lately  it  kept  coming  up  .  sat  down  ,  she  leans  back  on  the  palms  of  her  hands  ,  "  hmmmm  .  i  might  tell  you  about  my  day  ,  my  week  ,  my  year  ,  "  she's  just  joking  but  she  shifts  ,  crossing  her  legs  in  front  of  her  but  shuffling  so  their  knees  were  touching  ,  face  to  face  .  "  should  i  start  on  monday  or  do  you  want  a  longer  run  down  ?  i  woke  up  …  took  a  shower  …  realised  i  ran  out  of  my  mango  revitalising  body  scrub  so  that  sucked  …  "  her  grin  grows  ,  teasing  him  with  her  long  story  of  the  week  ,  maybe  not  finding  anything  important  to  really  say  .

[redroomwidows]

Wildest Dreams | F.W

SUMMARY: They’re in a war, everyone’s life is on the line and Fred doesn’t want Y/n to forget him.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: fluff, but then angst. canon character death...not described, but there’s some grief. 

A/N: This is my second piece for @gcdric​’s Taylor Swift writing challenge! This fic doesn’t follow the song as much as Mr. Perfectly Fine did, it’s very much a looser interpretation of it. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! 

fun fact! I’ve never actually written for Fred before, so this may be really ooc. I’m apologiding in advance lol but hopefully it’s not too ooc!

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

‘Say you'll remember me’

It was quiet. 

Silent even. Usually, this would worry Y/n, but today, today it was calming and was a reminder that neither her nor Fred were in imminent danger. Their shared bedroom had rays of sunlight beaming through the curtains and Y/n almost blamed herself for not shutting them properly when she first woke up because of the light on her eyes. Almost. Because when she rolled over, she realised the sunlight let her see Fred’s sleeping face and let her admire the bronze and gold mixed amidst the ginger of his hair.

“Mornin’ love,” he croaks and Y/n smiles slightly, of course he wasn’t actually asleep

“Morning,” Fred slowly opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow slightly

“Were you watching me?”

“Maybe,” 

“Weirdo,” he tries to stay serious, but a wide smile breaks through and he scoots closer to his fiancé, snuggling into her shoulder “What were you thinking about?”

“Hm, nothing,”

“So, you were just staring at me?” Fred knew when she was thinking, he always had.

“Fine,” Y/n sighs “I was thinking about how pretty you are,”

“Pretty?” Fred raises his head from her shoulder and looks her in the eyes “You mean handsome,”

“Nope,” she pops the p “pretty,” then kisses his nose, something she knew he hated.

“No, handsome,” he insists

“Pretty,” Y/n sings and Fred raises his hands up in a tickling motion

“Say I’m handsome,”

“Pretty,” she repeats and starts laughing even before Fred’s touched her, and when he does and starts moving his finger around, she laughs louder, kicking about “Stop!”

“Say I’m handsome!”

“Freddie!”

“Say it!” he keeps tickling her and when she starts to struggle to breathe, she shouts out: 

“Fine! Fine! Handsome! I was thinking you were handsome!” he stops and Y/n lays still for a moment, breathing deeply and Fred watches, his elbow squashed into the bed as he holds his head in his hand. 

Eventually, Y/n regains her breath and leans in to whisper in Fred’s ear “Pretty,”. He doesn’t tickle her this time, just smiles fondly as she giggles to herself, staring up at the ceiling. He’d let her have this one, in fact if he himself wasn’t so stubborn, he’d let her win every time. He liked her like this, calm and happy, unable to keep a smile off her face. He wanted to see her like this forever.

“Let’s run away,” 

“What?” Y/n turns to Fred, eyes still glassy from his ‘attack’

“Let’s run away,” he repeats, but he can tell Y/n is still confused “leave here and find a cottage in the woods or something,”

“Fred… are you being serious?”

“Yes!” Fred smiles and excitement floods his voice “Bill and Fleur did it, why can't we?”

“We’re not Bill and Fleur,” Y/n says in disbelief, not sure if Fred was joking or not “they have a baby on the way, your future niece or nephew,”

“Yours to,” Fred gestures to the ring on her left finger proudly. He’d proposed their first year out of Hogwarts, Molly had said it was too soon but when Death Eater attacks became more frequent, she was happy to see her son so happy. She also knew Fred wouldn’t listen to her anyway. He loved Y/n L/n and he would marry her anywhere, anytime. But soon preferably. He adored the idea of being able to say ‘my wife’ and he wanted to call her Mrs Weasley and come up with a whole new branch of nicknames for her based on her new status. But he had to wait, he could do that.

“Our future niece or nephew,” she corrects, “and you and George have the shop,”

“It’s not even open at the moment,” Fred mutters quietly, knowing Y/n was right, but still wanting to believe for a minute more that they could leave “Please?”

“You know we can’t go…” Y/n takes a deep breath as the somewhat jokey conversation becomes serious “we’re gonna be needed…” she looks left and out the window, holding a hand over her stomach.

“I know,” Fred smiles, putting his hand over Y/n’s “Can’t blame me for being in love with ya,”

“Guess I can’t,” Y/n smiles with him as she remembers the last time he said that to her.

It was their last year at Hogwarts and George and Fred had finally grown tired of Umbridge. They haven’t fully told Y/n the plan, but she knew they weren’t coming back. Fred had minutes to say goodbye before him and George had to set the plan into the motion, and he was grabbing Y/n’s hands so tightly she thought the circulation might never come back.

“Come with us,” he whispers and she looks down, smiling lightly

“You know I can’t,”

“Why not?”

“My parents would kill me,” she laughs and presses a kiss to his lips, whispering into them “You would kill me,”

“I would,” he nods “What are you thinking, throwing away your future for a boy?”

“A ginger one nonetheless!” Y/n gasps, playing along

“Oi!” George shouts from behind a door and Y/n laughs as Fred shouts out to him

“Stop eavesdropping you prat!” shuffling is heard and Y/n gazes at Fred again, trying to memorise his face before he leaves.

“Promise you’ll write?”

“Of course. You can hear everything about mine and Georgie’s experiments and how I came up with all of the ideas” Y/n would laugh, but all she can manage is an amused brow raise

“And you’ll be here for graduation?” 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he nods “Promise,” There’s a knock on the door, a signal Fred needed to go.

“I love you,” Y/n says quickly

“I love you too,” They share one more kiss and Fred whispers into her lips “Come with me?”

“Fred!”

“Can’t blame me for being in love with ya!” with that, he gives her hands a final squeeze before leaving, giving her a wink as he shuts the door. 

“Y/n…” Fred waves a hand over her eyes “you there?”

“Hm?” she turns back to him

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” she rolls onto her right side so she can look at him properly “You?” Fred seems to be thinking about his answer and Y/n puts her left hand over his shoulder, rubbing soft circles on the soft cotton of his t-shirt “Freddie?”

“We’re gonna be needed,” he repeats her earlier statement slowly “And when we are, something may happen to me...If I don’t make it -”

“Fred!” Y/n’s eyes widen, completely not expecting such a sombre topic to come up on a Wednesday morning, especially after such a somewhat cheery morning “Can we please not, not now?”

“I need to say it Y/n, I need to get it off my chest, I’ve been thinking about it for days,” he had been acting differently, he’d been quieter at dinner and seemed to want to cling to her and George more, talking about going to the Burrow when it was safe to. So maybe that’s why she gave in, or maybe it was the soft ‘please’ he muttered afterwards that he paired with pleading eyes.  She could never deny him, not when he looked like that, so sad.

“Okay,”

“If I don’t survive…” he keeps pausing and Y/n supposes that if she was talking about the same thing, she would do the same “I want you to remember me, I want you to remember us -”

“Of course, I’m going to remember you!” Y/n couldn’t believe he’d think she’d ever forget him.

“I know! I just need you to promise. Promise you’ll remember me and us. Promise me you’ll remember when we used to wake up at god knows when just to watch the sunrise and when the sun used to set in summer and we’d just lay out by the lake. Because you always talked about how it calmed you. I want you to remember how you used to write crap poetry and dramatically read to me and I could never really tell if you were joking or not, so I didn’t laugh and you always thought I was annoyed with you,”

Y/n feels a bit hot in the face at the mention of that, she was just a tad bit embarrassed. 

“Promise me you’ll remember the sunrises, the sunsets, the parties and the snogging but also promise me you’ll remember this, lazy mornings in bed, cooking together and cuddling. And promise me you’ll see me again, even if it’s in a Quidditch portrait at school or photos around the flat, or memories or dreams. Promise me you’ll remember me?”

“I promise,” she whispers, kissing him slowly “But don’t worry about it too much. Neither of us have to worry, because you’re not dying. Not on my watch,”. Fred smiles and in seconds, the subject seemed to be forgotten as he bops his fiancé’s nose and starts a conversation about what their brunch should be.

Y/n remembered that conversation now as she stood in a graveyard, staring down at what would have been her future husband's tombstone where she’d recently placed some flowers, right next to George’s. 

She remembered the sunrises,

“Freddie...I’m too tired for this…”

“Promise me, it’ll all be worth it love,”

and the sunsets, 

“Are you okay?”

“No... but just, watch this with me,”

 the parties,

“You have had far too much to drink,”

“Y/n! I missed you!”

“I just went to the loo,”

“Yeah, but I love you!”

 the snogging,

“Fred...we cannot be doing this here,”

“Shhhh, tell me you don’t get a little bit of satisfaction from doing this in Snape’s classroom,”

 and the lazy mornings in bed, cooking together and cuddling. 

“I love you,”

“Are you talking to me or the pancakes I just brought you?”

 “Y/n, it’s on fire!”

“What?!”

“Joking…”

“You twat!”

 “We should get up…”

“No! Stay here, just a bit longer,”

 She remembered everything. She would never forget and while she may only ever be able to be with Fred in her dreams, she still loved him more than anything. She’d be with him someday, when it was her time to go. 

 ‘Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams’

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[zanysmurf]

i love hefty, but he isn't very reasonable most of the time so i think it's kinda in character that he'd still be :/ at tracker when he's skiing around and having fun and so on. angry at him for shoving his good times in their faces (rightfully, like. they deserved that. they were awful) while they're shoving snow... otherwise he's just mean because ????????? 😔

the scene with smurfette is HILARIOUS to me. i agree it's certainly out of character for her, but i love it. the absolute venom in her voice when she says "where did you get that DUMB fur coat?"... the other smurfs making fun of his coat i can see being ic, but smurfette definitely would've been the one to stop it, not start it (though she HAS at least joined laughfests before without trying to be outright mean like she was here)

not gonna lie, in relation to the jokey thief part (and, to be fair, the jewel smurfer came out in 1994), i see him stealing it from tracker/passing it around for a laugh (it IS an ugly fur coat to the smurfs, after all) and because he's cold as kind of in-line with jokey going a bit too far for his "funny ha ha"s in a selfish sort of way like smurf a mile in my shoes. he just doesn't face any consequences for being a jerk here. scaredy also running off with the coat after he gets it? equally bad but they're all kinda freezing and he has terrible anxiety so i can't really blame him i guess. every smurf for himself

everything else is cuz the smurfs are just really mean and oblivious sometimes so they don't always learn and, yeah, that can be frustrating. :( though, in terms of other specific chars like... tailor (despite it being the first episode he speaks in iirc) certainly wasn't out of character, he can be very blunt and rude at times. don't think brainy was ooc cuz he's. just brainy. saying this from memory so i'm not sure who else did anything significant but yeah season 2 is still a little rough in terms of characterization and storylines so it's definitely not my favorite episode (THE SCENE WITH BRAINY'S TOES STILL HAUNTS ME) but i do love tracker very much :)

I love S-Shivering Smurfs, it’s one of my favourite episodes, honestly, but it really leaves me going ???

Tracker TELLS the Smurfs about the approaching blizzard, warns them all early, and Hefty has the gall to be MAD at him? The dude freakin told you and you didn’t listen. Furthermore, they all make fun of his coat (in fact Smurfette of all characters prompts it) and then Jokey just kinda steals it? Jokey’s a bit of a jerk but he’s not a thief, there’s a whole comic dedicated to that 😂

Finally, having already been proven right AND saving the entire village’s ungrateful blue behinds, the Smurfs continue to NOT believe him when he tells them about the weather changing back to hot, even though he’s obviously in the know. I love it but everyone except Papa and Tracker are deeply out of character

But hey, it has summer Tracker in it and I love it for that >:)