#I wrote this quickly so it probably has some spelling errors and other things

[vulgarmaw]

I call this campaign idea:

Uncivilized Disobedience

Party starts at level one.

The capital city of Althurious, in the kingdom of Leicester is on lockdown due to insurgents. The party, having never met before, finds themselves at a riot where the commoners are storming the jails in an attempt to get a woman named Jocelyn released.

She is a Joan of Ark style of public hero. She has been defending the farm lands in the kingdom from goblin and bandit raids. No one knows if the goblins and bandits are working together, as they have never been seen working together, but their attacks seem coordinated.

The party arrived in the city in order to join a militia that was being created to help quell these attacks as a last ditch effort by the ruling class to keep the people from revolting. Jocelyn openly opposed the creation of the militia unbeknownst to the hero's. She says that she and her band of friends (read mercenaries) have the situation under control.

The commoners are not happy with her arrest and seek to free her. The newly formed militia is called to stop the riots using any means necessary. Shortly after it arrives all hell breaks loose.

The commoners attack the guards defending the jail. Some of them seem to be far better trained than a commoner should be. Others are not so fortunate and get cut down relentlessly.

An explosion (no dc save) rocks the jailhouse from within, knocking the party unconscious. They awake in cells surrounded by guards(12). The guards are covered head to toe with no skin showing and refuse to answer questions.

In the cell near them lies an unconscious Jocelyn or at least a woman who looks remarkably like her posters. She seems to have been severely beaten, but is still alive and breathing. She doesn't wake up the entire time they wait.

Hours pass, the guard changes to only having two. The lights are dimmed as the wicks burn low. And soon those two guards are fast asleep in the corner having failed to play a game of dice. Suddenly Jocelyn arises with her wounds looking healed.

She speaks the phrase "For the king. May his divine right to rule never be challenged and his throne last forever."

The door to the party's cell opens having been unlocked.

"I do not know the phrase to open my own, please escape from here and tell my friends where I am being held. There is an evil corruption in this kingdom and they will need me if they are to save the people."

If the party attempts to free her she will tell them that any cell not unlocked with its specific password will trigger an alarm and they will all be doomed. The only reason she could free them is because a guard was left here alone and she commanded the password from him and commanded him to forget that he told her. She tells them where to find her friends and how to escape without being seen.

When they finally leave the prison they find out they're deep under the castle and they cannot enter from where they left. The doorway is solid stone and can only be passed through from the inside as a way for the king to escape if the castle is ever sieged.

You can make it up from here, but basically they have fun trying to escape, find their weapons, and make it to her friends after a few sessions. From there they start off causing chaos in the city and disrupting law enforcement in order to give her friends a chance to succeed at doing things that will help them free her.

I have other ideas, but I generally don't go past this point in designing campaigns until the players have decided how they want to play it out.

#D&d #I wrote this quickly so it probably has some spelling errors and other things #Feel free to use this to make your own though

[inupibaldspot]

Letters and Fights

Request by : @aliendoggo

Paring : Baji x Female Reader.

Synopsis: You kick Baji and then help him write a letter to make up for it

Baji has had enough! He huffed as he walked along a path which led him to a quiet place a bit out of school campus which had an area covered with bushes and trees. I'll write my letter here.

Chifuyu always helped Baji when he wrote his letters but yesterday the former ended up laughing at the way Baji made an error on his letter which was so not cool of him. Baji thought.

Now Baji was walking to this quiet area where he was sure not many people would come and interrupt him.

So he pulled out his pen placing a paper on top of a book and started writing.

Deer Kazutora,

Recently I have been studying queet a lot, I even brought glasses.

Mickey and Draken said people who wear glasses are more intilijent.

Baji was going to continue more when-. "Meow~" His ears perked at the tiny sound and he started looking around.From the corner of his eyes, he saw movement in the bushes so he started making his way.

A small kitten popped its head out and looked at him,meowing. Baji laughed to himself making him extend his hand and gently starts petting it. "Hey there."

The kitten leaned into his touching making Baji melt on the spot. Upon hearing the kitten still meowing, he smiled. "I'll bring you some food later- URK!"

Baji was sent flying. He cursed as he pulled himself up. That kick was probably as strong as Mikey's. He thought as spit out the blood he had formed in his mouth.

"You're the one who did that to Mayo aren't you?" The person started pointing at him.

"The hell?" Baji whispered in confusion as to why a girl popped out of blue,kicked him several feet away and now was shouting at him. Plus why is this girl so strong?!

"I can't believe people like you exist?! What did the Mayo even do to you?" The girl shook her head.

Baji snapped. "Who the hell are you and Who the hell is Mayo? I was just writing a letter when you suddenly came here and kicked the shit outta me!"

The person's expression flattered. "You're not the one... Ehh?" The person trailed her eyes to indeed see some stationaries lying around.

The girl suddenly did a deep bow. "I'm sorry! Recently someone has been harassing the kitten over there and even taped her mouth so that she couldn't eat." They explained. "I came up here and saw you near the kitten and thought it was you who did those."

"My name is Y/N and the kitten over there is Mayo..." You introduced yourself.

"My name is Baji Keisuke." Baji sighed, his anger dissipating. I mean... They were just looking after the cat.

"By the way I just peaked into your letter and..." You nervously played with your hand. "You have a lot of spelling errors over there."

"Wait really?" Baji approached you and picked up the letter as he leaned towards you. "Which part?"

You picked up the pen which was on the ground and pointed at the errors. "Here and here... this part too."

You suddenly beamed,clapping your hands together in realization. "How about I help you proof read your letter as a way of apologizing for the kick earlier?"

Baji beamed at the suggestion. "You will? Thanks!"

This meeting continued even after Baji finished writing his letter. Y/N said she'll always be there to help him with his studies so it became a sort of regular meeting between Y/N, Baji and Mayo.

When Baji would write his letters, you will be playing with Mayo but when you started proof reading Baji would be the one playing with Mayo instead. Baji enjoyed these moments a lot.

The way you would patiently explain where he made mistakes, the way you scrunched your nose figuring out his handwriting, the way you made baby voices when talking to Mayo. All of these made Baji feel happy? Relaxed? Content? He wondered what word could be used to describe what he was feeling.

Baji walked to their usual spot but instead of you,he saw a group of boy. There were six students and from their uniforms he could guess that they were High School Students.

A sharp cry of a cat was heard followed by laughters. On a closer look one of the boys had Mayo held whereas the poor kitten was obviously struggling. Your words on how Mayo had tape stuck on her mouth flashed into his brain.

"Damn,this cat won't stop struggling." One of the boys said. "Maybe we should tape it's limbs this time."

Suddenly a large impact was felt on his face making him drop the kitten. "What the hell?!"

"What were you doing with Mayo?!"

Baji went into crazy mode as he jumped on the boy and punching him until he passed out. The remaining boys also joins the fight.

Don't get me wrong. Baji is strong but right now he was heavily outnumbered and his opponents were high school students. They were physically bigger putting Baji in a disadvantage since Baji was only in middle school.

"Shit..." Baji huffed as his vision start to blur. He managed to beat two more of the high schooler but then three more still remained. One of him hit Baji hard making him fall onto the ground.

"You need some help?" Why the hell was he seeing you face? Just when Baji was about to pass out your face suddenly came into view.

"Go away, little girl~" The high school said in a mocking tone. Baji confirmed that you were indeed here and that he wasn't imagining anything.

"Guess you're the guys who were tormenting Mayo..."

"Mayo? Who the hell is Mayo-"

Before the boy could complete his sentence, you jumped at him,punching his face in. Before others could react you quickly turned to the other dude and kicked him,making him stumble.

The last high schooler ,taking advantage that your back was facing him was about to punch you when a suddenly blow was dealt. You turned to see a smirking Baji. "Y/N,are you a gorilla or something? Why are you so strong?"

You gasped at him. "Why would you ever call a girl gorilla?" You asked as you started punching a guy who was bout to stand up making Baji laugh loudly.

Both you and Baji huffed as you sat side by side after you finally beat the shit out of high schoolers. You turned to look at Baji. “Gonna write a letter to Kazutora-san again?”

Baji smirked and nodded. “I’m going to write everything that’s happening around so that when he comes back he wouldn’t need to try and catch up. It’ll be as if he never left in the first place!”

You smiled as you started rubbing you hand on Mayo’s head. “You’re a nice friend, Baji...”

After that both you and Baji did your usual thing.

Dear Kazutora,

I’ve made a new friend. Her name is Y/N.

And get this! She is super strong. Just now we beat the shit out of six HIGH SCHOOLERS.

I can’t wait to introduce her to you when you come back.

Y/N loves animals a lot too. Right now she is taking care of a stray cat but then she is sad since she can’t take the cat home because her mother doesn’t like them.

She is very fun to be with and smiles a lot!

Baji left a weight on his shoulder to see that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Mayo on your lap had fallen asleep too. Your lips were slightly open making you look adorable.

Right now she is totally passed out. Hopefully she doesn’t drool on my shoulder. Do you think she would get angry if I drew a beard on her?

Her mouth is slightly open and I think she looks cute.

Although she fights scary, Y/N is quite pretty. When ever she smiles, she closes her eyes making her look kinda adorable-

“Are you done, Baji?”

Baji flinched as he quickly stood up making you almost fall since your support stood up. “What the hell? Why did you get you so suddenly?!” You complained.

Baji quickly crumbled the paper he had written on and laughed nervously looking at you. “I did a self check and found too many errors. So I’m going to write it again.”

You noticed that his ears were rather red.

.....

“Hanaemiya Kazutora. A letter arrived for you...”

Dear Kazutora,

I made a new friend. Her name is Y/N.

She fights like a gorilla and looks like one as well. Living up to that nickname ,she is quite strong.

#GirlBoss

With love,

Baji Keisuke.

Kazutora tilted his head,confused as to why his friend had suddenly written about a girl and keeps calling her a gorilla.

#baji headcanons #baji x reader #baji imagine #baji fluff #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine

[relaxxattack]

Someone's probably asked you this before but how long did it take you to plan out the plot for knifetrick? What did you do to come up with everything and do you have any tips for other writers who are struggling to put together their own fics?

after checking out my history lol,

it seems i did serious brainstorming and research for about a week before i started writing.

what happened first was that i had in my head the funny idea of ran failing to kill jackie and them getting tax-benefit married (to make ran feel guilty and admit his plot)

and once i realized i wanted to make it into an actual story, i had to change some of it and come up with plot and reasoning.

the first thing i did was ask my followers for song requests, lol. i asked specifically for “songs about futuristic settings or being married to/loving your assassination target”

i listened to a lot of that music to get my brain juices flowing. i had to put together a couple of Reasons for why things happened. i also knew i couldn’t just write the fic on the assassination alone, or else ran would have nothing to distract him and be the overarching plot, lol

the music helped me picture scenes and concepts. i then just jotted down a bunch of stuff i thought would be interesting to happen (possible scenes)

a couple thoughts on this image— for one you can see that i originally wanted to name my fic after a movie. i looked up ones where assassins grow endeared to their targets and fail to kill them. but i realized i didn’t want to name the fic after a movie in case it was controversial or something, so i ended up going for a song instead. ALSO, as you can tell, some of these points got dropped! again, this was just brainstorming for things i wanted to include

the next thing i did was ask for ranjack classpects, lol. for those unfamilliar with classpecting, it’s sort of like personality types for really sad nerds (/lh). aka, hogwarts houses but more complicated.

@dyketubbo wrote some INCREDIBLE classpects for ran and jackie. it was based off what we knew about their personalities (which wasn’t much) but it also helped us infer a lot MORE about their personalities by figuring out where they could go or how they probably think in their minds.

if you don’t know classpects you can probably do this with personality types. or, just, figure out your characters personality some Normal way. i wouldn’t know.

there was a lot more brainstorming i did (where i came up with ms. laramie, scoots, and clementine) and tried to come up with a basic plot of what would happen and what they would do. during this i did some research on a proper three-act story structure so my plot would hit just right.

during all of this, i watched a bunch of spy and futuristic flicks (not too intensely, just had them on in the background to absorb the vibes).

i then made a plot map once i figured i knew what was gonna happen

(the last few chapters are on the other side of the paper, so you don’t get to see them haha)

a lot of this stuff got switched around or dropped completely as i was writing. honestly, the details don’t matter too much— the FLOW of the story is what’s important.

i’m very flexible with my scenes— literally what happens in a chapter is completely up in the air until i FINISH the chapter. sometimes they’re entirely different from my original ideas. it’s not too important to me what exactly happens, as long as it makes sense and i like it and it fits in with the rest.

in my mind, the events themselves are not as impressive as the characters in them. as long as i’m still developing the characters the way i need to throughout the story, and they eventually get to the plot points i need them to, i don’t worry too much about the specifics! as long as they’re fun.

i also didnt write chapter-by-chapter— i mapped the plot first, and then drew little dividing lines where i thought it would be good to end the chapter after. chapters are useful to me as pacing tools, but i didnt want the plot to seem too episodic by Planning it as chapters.

after i wrote the plot map, i did research on deserts, cities, and fantasy politics for DAYS. (i also watched videos on how fantasy militaries should work.) i ended up not using most of that information i came up with, but the parts that do leak through into my current writing do wonders to make the world feel real and alive. each character has a personality and a life, they aren’t just there to be background characters for ran and jackie.

then, i re-read a few books by authors who really inspire me. to get their narration voice fresh in my mind and feel really inspired

eventually we got to where we are now— i write the chapters and i post them!

as i’ve mentioned, i’m very flexible with my plot— so while i’ve foreshadowed certain things since the beginning, some parts of the story have only come perfectly together towards the end. and i have @shrugofgod to thank for that!

my wonderful editor is always willing to chat with me about what scenes and bits work and are most satisfying story-wise. of course lyssie also EDITS my chapters after they’re drafted — to make them more polished, and also ask me questions about things that are going on to clarify them.

many thanks to lyssie shrugofgod for making the story so much better :D

because my chapters have a tendency to get away from me and do whatever they want, if there’s certain plot things i need to hit in a chapter, i’ll outline the chapter before i write it.

also, recently, (after coming up with one too many REALLY COOL scenes and lines in my head while cleaning, but then completely forgetting them later) i’ve implemented a protocol for myself to jot down anything that comes to mind WHEN it happens so i don’t forget.

these are unprofessional and have spelling errors and all that, because i just wrote them really quickly, often while doing the dishes or laundry, lol.

so in conclusion:

um yeah that’s how i write knifetrick! i’ve never done this much work for any other fic though, so don’t feel like YOU have to. i did so much research for knifetrick because it was very out of my wheelhouse.

at most all i think is necessary for a good story is a plot map, and a hell of a lot of inspiration. (i got mine from music, movies, books, and drawing ran and jackie a lot, haha!)

make sure you’re having fun with your plot. writing won’t always be fun, but you should at least like your PLOT. because if you don’t then you won’t be inspired or enjoy it at all!

#knifetrick #writing process #tutorial #og post #sorry for rambling so much this probably wasn’t very understandable ^^;;

[nowimyurdaisy]

Girlfriend

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: based off of Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne.

warnings: swearing, panic attack

a/n: this idea just popped into my head and I just sat down and wrote it. There are probably some spelling errors. Not my best work, but I felt like writing angst but there is a fluffy ending cause I couldn't help myself. ☺️

Hey, hey, you, you

I don't like your girlfriend

No way, no way

I think you need a new one

Hey, hey, you, you

I could be your girlfriend

The lyrics of your boyfriend´s ex-girlfriend, sarah's song rang through your ears as you walked around your flat. Tom was out, at the store with harrison getting some food. As the song continued your heart pounded louder and louder.

Hey, hey, you, you

I know that you like me

No way, no way

No, it's not a secret

Hey, hey, you, you

I want to be your girlfriend

By the time the song finished tears were brimming your eyes. You knew that sarah was gorgeous, she had that model body and the voice of an angel not to mention the fact that everyone thought they were the 'it' couple. They broke up almost a year ago and you and tom had only been together for 4 months and he had just asked you to move in, it was fast and unexpected but you happily agreed it just felt right. Of course tom was sort of a package deal, moving in with him also meant moving in with, harrison, harry, and tuawaine. Tomś friends were so supportive of you guys, with you all the way. You quickly paused the song, wiping the small tears that started to form form your eyes, as you heard the front door open and the yammer of the boys talking.

¨Hey babe!¨ tom said as he walked in.

¨Hi, did you get everything i told you to get for dinner?¨ giving tom a a peck on the lips, ¨caus you tend to forget things¨ you tease.

¨We got everything¨ harrison says sighing, rolling his eyes. You stick your tongue out at him. everything was back to normal you almost forgot about the song and puched all remanding bits of it to the back of your brain.

¨Guess what?¨ tom says excitedly, with a dopey smileon his face.

¨What?¨ you guess back, with the same ridiculously dopey smile.

¨I ran into sarah¨ he begins, your eyes widen, ¨yeah i know it has been a while, we are gonna meet for coffee tomorrow, that cool?¨ he asks you. Your smile dropps a tad bit but you replace it with a fake smile quickly.

¨Yeah, totally cool” you reply. You continue to chat with the boys a fake smile pressed on your face as you cooked dinner.

The next couple days after that you avoided tom especially after the next day when he told you all about what such a great time he had with sarah. It felt like he forgot that you were his girlfriend even though he cuddled you and pulled you into his side and pressed a kiss to your lips.

After a few days of you avoiding tom and only seeing him when you went to bed and even then you went to sleep earlier just so you missed tom and dinner, you even got up early for breakfast and a run as soon as tom had got up. After all of this, tom was finally catching on. And he was going to confront you.

He got off from filming early, just so he could catch you. He was sitting on the couch flipping through his phone when the door knob jingled open and you walked in. You looked up and were shocked to see tom sitting on the couch on his phone looking up expectantly at you.

¨Uh, t-tom, wh-what are you doing here?¨ you stuttered out in schock.

¨we need to talk.¨ he said getting up from the couch looking worryingly at you.

You felt your heart pound this is the the conversation you had been dreading the one where he would break up with you for sarah. You knew what he did during the day, you knew that he had been hanging out with sarah more. The lyrics of her song rang through your head,

She's like, so whatever

You can do so much better

I think we should get together now

And that's what everyone's talking about

He guided you to the couch you sat down, he clasped your hands. ¨y/n, why have you been avoiding me?” sstated warrily.

¨what?¨you ask trying to sound shocked, ¨i am not avoiding you.¨ you state.

¨really? He asked, ¨cause i haven't really, no, i haven't seen you around at all recently, only when we go to sleep and even then you are already asleep.¨ he exclaim, get more frustrated by the second.

¨Why would you care?” you huff, ¨your always ot with sarah¨ you add, dramafiing the word sarah.

¨well how would you know, we don't talk anymore¨ he snapped back. You chuckle, of course he would have no idea what is going on, he can be so oblivious sometimes. Tom continued his little rant, ¨one second everything is all happy and we are in love and next minute you are ignoring me. Did you know that this is the first time i've had a real conversation with you in almost a week.”you open your mouth to respond but are cut off again, huffing you settle back down. ¨I mean what the fuck, what the actual fuck y/n!¨

This time when you open your mouth to speak you aren't cut off, surprised you decide to talk. ¨yes thomas i knew that and have you ever thought about what happened the last day we talked?”you question him snarkily. He opened his mouth to speak but this time you cut him off, you were both standing there next the couch yelling at this point. ¨no you haven't have you? Cause there was some big news the day before i stopped talking to you”you point at him. ¨a new song released maybe?”you question already knowing the answer.

There is a moment of silence as tom ponders what the fuck you are talking about then he realises that sarah had just dropped a song that day, you had heard it but ddin really pay attention to it, since it didn really concern him anymore. ¨god, y/n you are so stupid, you know? I mean it was just a song beside its not like it concerns us, i love you and that all that matters”he says moving to take your hand in his but you quickly move them away. Cause as soon as he called you stupid your mind went back to that dreadfull song.

There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in

She´s so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?

Your heart was pounding by now, you stumbled back and started breathing heavily. You could hear tom alling you name as a handin was rubbing your arm and to hands grasped your body, tom´s hands, you thought.

¨Shhh, shh, love listen to me, breath in, and out.¨ tom said soothingly and you were brought back into reality. You had had a panic attack, tom was there but wait, you got up quickly form tom´s lap. ¨love?¨

¨no, no, no”you say, shaking your head. ¨you can't do this to me tom, i, i”you stuttered. He tilts his head in confusion. ¨the song, this, us¨ you motion between the two of you, ¨we shouldn't¨

¨but love¨, he starts and you want to just melt into his touch as he stands up next to you, ¨i love you¨ you just look down. Tom swears his heart just shattered there and then. He looks at you questioningly like why you were doing this.

¨tom,¨you sigh, ¨you should be with someone like sarah, not me, iḿ a nobody¨ you say with a deep breath being careful not to let the tears pile up¨

¨wh-what?¨ tom asks stunned, ¨i don like sarah, she doesn't like me we decided that we should be friends.¨ he states still clearly confused.

¨ha¨ you laugh at this, ¨just friends? Really?¨ he nods, ¨then why the hell on earth did she write a song about you and i?¨ you ask him.

Clearly puzzled he says, ¨she did not write a song about us.¨

¨oh really? Then who is this about?¨ you say grabbing your phone and turning on girlfriend. The song plays and over the course of it you can see tom´s expression changing from confusion to anger to guilt. And when she sings

I can see the way, the way you look at me

And even when you look away, i know you think of me

So come over here and tell me what i wanna hear

Better yet, make your girlfriend disappear

It hits you in the gut. As soon as the song ended tom says, ¨love i am so sorry, i had no idea, and if it helps we won be friends¨ you just nod.

¨that would make me feel better about myself¨ you reply.

¨darling you have nothing to worry about, just remember that i love you just the way you are all you imperfections make you who you are an i love them all.¨

And with that you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, in a long passionate kiss. As you break away tom mumbles, ¨i love you y/n¨

And you mumble an, ¨i love you too, tom¨ and witht that you reconnect your lips and all your worries wash away like a long forgotten memory.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x you #Avril Lavigne Girlfriend #harrison osterfield #music 🎵

[anise05]

Today I wrote my lesson for my university. The test was hard, but I believe that I passed it. I don't know the grade yet, but I will learn it soon enough!! After I saw chapter 6, this scene came to my mind. I hope you like it! For once again, Warning: Grammatical Errors, maybe.

Inside the farm, the members of the Horseback Riding club were taking care of the horses. Anise and Sebek took their horses to give them water. But the animals, suddenly, started to move very abruptly and raised their frond legs. Anise used her Shadow magic to control the horses' shadows and tame them.

"The horses are too anxious today" they heard Riddle say

"Maybe a storm is coming" Silver said "They are very sensitive to the weather"

The two Diasomnia first-years heard a loud noise and left the stable quickly, approaching their classmates.

"Silver! Riddle-senpai!" Sebek shouted "Are you alright?"

"We are fine" Silver said "What about the others?"

"Everyone, including the horses are fine" Sebek said "What was that noise?"

"It was like someone tried to break open the barrier and..."

"Look! What is that?" Anise shouted

Some people, with mysterious armors appeared from the sky and landed outside the farm.

"I don't know. I have never saw their uniforms before"

"We found the experiment A" one of them said

"Whoever they are, they don't seem friendly to me" Silver said

"Did anyone gave you the permission to enter the facility?" Riddle asked "As I was expected. This is a serious law violation! As the Heartlabyul dorm leader, I allow all the dorm students to attack the intruders with magic!"

"We are asking the permission to attack" one of the mysterious men said

"Prepared yourselves!" Riddle shouted

"Understood!"

Anise used her Shadow magic to control they mysterious men's own shadows. The shadows started to wrap around their own bodies, trapping them.

"I got them!" she said to her classmates "Now you can..."

She didn't manage to complete her phrase, when they got out of their Shadow Prison and attached her with their own magic. Anise fell with her back on the grass.

"Anise!" Sebek shouted

"Why you....?!" Silver said and attached them with his own magic.

Anise stood up and raised her hand to the men. She used the same spell that she used to the horses, to make their bodies paralyze, through their shadows.

"My... My power has no affect on them"

"Neither mine" Sebek and Silver said the same time. "Probably they are wearing armors, which protects them from the magic"

They hit Riddle with electricity and the dorm leader fell to the grass"

"Riddle-senpai!" the first-years shouted

"I... I can't move...." he started screaming and fire appeared around them "You have some nerve to come here and make ME kneel in front of you!"

Once the fire touched their armor, it disappeared. They used electricity again and Riddle felk unconscious to the grass.

"We got the Subject A. It's time to leave" one of them said and took Riddle

"Wait!" Sebek shouted "Where are you taking him!"

They didn't answer. They just flew away. Silver's expression became more furious and pointed to the sky

"Look! Our campus is been surrender by people who got Riddle, just now!"

"If they were targeting Riddle" Sebek said "who is a dorm leader, that means...."

"Oh no" Anise whispered "Master Malleus"

"We have to go back to Diasomnia as fast as possible"

Anise stood with her back to the sun and raised her hand. Her shadow was in front of her and it seemed like it opened a gate, which looked like a black lake on the grass

"Get in!"

"Are you... Are you sure about that?" Sebek asked

"After you. Lightning prince" Silver said and kicked Sebek in the Shadow Lake. The two adopted siblings followed him inside the portal and they were at Diasomnia's main corridor.

Katelyn and Ruggie entered in the greenhouse.

"Leona-san, we know that you are here" Ruggie said

"Even if I am a little cat, I can sense you here. So, stop hiding!"

"I know you didn't hand your report... again. Mr. Trein is angry and he wants to talk to you. For the sake of our lives, just follow us, this time"

The glass of the greenhouse broke and sharp pieces started to fall.

"Watch out!" Ruggie pushed Katelyn back and the glasses felt between and on them

"The... The glass" Kat whispered and she lowered her orange ears

"It broke!" once the glasses touched something, they disappeared

"Ruggie, are you OK?"

"Yes, I am fine. We... We aren't injured?"

"The glasses didn't hurt us. There must be a spell which made them disappear once they come in contract with something" Kat said and approached him

"I did!" they heard Leona's voice "You are a second-year student. You should learn to cast out a spell to protect yourself and your fellows" he turned and looked Kat, who lowered her ears again

The mysterious men with the uniforms appeared and approached them.

"We found Subject B. Start the operation now"

"Who are they?" Ruggie asked and Kat sniffed to their direction

"Their scent is weird"

"And unpleasant" the hyena said

"This logo...." Leona said

"They got some nerve to come to fight you. I will draw their attention, as you and Kat will attack them" Ruggie said

"Leona-senpai, I am asking the permission to attack" the cat said, putting out her claws

"No. I will surrender" Liona said and raised his hands

"You what??!" Ruggie and Kat said in the same time

"Please hand out all the magic weapons that you have"

"Here. It's my magic pen, take it" Leona said and threw it to the ground

"Em... Leona-senpai... What are you doing?" Kat whispered

"Seriously! We would take them down easily!"

"They are hiding a magic proof plate under their vest" Leona whispered

"Now I understand what is that weird smell" Kat said

"Both of you. Don't do anything stupid"

"W... Wait.. Isn't that the material used to the uniforms of executive officers?"

"You seem to know much about them, Ruggie. Have you been caught by them before?" Leona asked with a smirk

"Oh, well..." Ruggie scratched the back of his head, blushing by shame "It was a long time ago..."

"Executive?" Kat asked "You don't mean..."

"It's not time to joke around" Ruggie said "We have to do something. We are in dangerous situation"

"I saw this logo before" Leona said "They are the watchers"

"Watchers? I think that Chenya has said something about them in the past" Kat said, thinking

"Just listen to me. Don't do anything. Just stay back and don't try anything that would seem as a resistance"

"The weapon has been analysed. It is the real weapon of Night Raven College. Subject B, please, come with us"

"Just be careful of me. I might get sick if you fly with high speed" he smirked

"Did he just...?" Kat whispered

"Are you serious, Leona-san?"

"Ruggie, please take care of Savanaclaw, until I am back. Katelyn, go back to Heartlabyul and check your classmates. Good luck... Even thought, I am not sure if I come back again"

"Don't say things like these, right now! Leona-senpai!"

The mysterious men took Leona and flew away

"W-Wait! Leona-san!" Ruggie shouted

"He is gone. I have to go and check my dorm" Kat said "We have to go and find our classmates, Ruggie-senpai" and they left the greenhouse.

*sobs* this just made me cry😭😭

I remembered their kidnapping scenes again😭😭 I thought I've moved on from it but I guess I didn't😥

This is a beautiful angst scenario😭😭💕💕 thanks for writing this 💕💕and for making me cry😭

Also I believe that you did great in your lesson❤

#twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenario #riddle rosehearts #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #anise #twst oc #leona kingscholar #katelyn shadows #ruggie bucchi #jintaiyang #anise answrs

[a-writes3]

Wish You Were Sober Part Four (Fatin Jadmani x Reader)

The gif has nothing to do with the story i just think she’s pretty. Also some events may occur at different times than what happened in the show just because of the story i have in my head. I also wrote most of it at 1AM so it might not make total sense and spelling errors are expected. Enjoy. (Also please request things. Thank youuuu.)

*Italics are a flashback*

The night went by with barely any sleep but waking up in the arms of Fatin almost made up for it. All the girls had been awake by now and Dot was pestering everyone to get up and do something productive so that we don’t die. Almost everyone did except for Fatin who was being her usual self. The group had quickly become annoyed at Fatin doing nothing. She ended up walking away from the rest of the girls and off to the other side of the beach. The entire group decided this was their time to start making fun of her starting with Nora had begun an impression. Everyone else followed her and just made jokes and if they didn’t they were laughing at the others. I found myself becoming increasingly annoyed and mad at the group for the things they were saying and assuming about the girl i loved.

“Can you guys just stop?” Everyone looked at me in surprise since i had been very quiet the entire time we’ve been here. 

“We’re just joking around.” Nora says quietly.

“It’s not a joke unless it’s funny. You know, you guys talk a lot of shit about sticking together and girls sticking up for girls but then you go and you pull this? What? Because Fatin’s a girl who knows what she wants and likes to have sex every once in a while? I can almost guarantee that she is more selfless and loyal than any of you. And smarter than at least half of you. You know, she’s guaranteed to get into julliard the best performing arts school in the country and y’all are acting like she never worked hard for anything.” 

By now the girls were more guilty than shocked because they knew i had a point. I saw that they felt bad but i still continued.

“Yeah she may not be doing labor but i don’t blame her. Can’t you just appreciate what she’s given you? I mean who’s clothes are keeping you from freezing to death at night, huh?”

They just stay silent in an awkward silence but i was waiting for some kind of apology but was met with nothing so i just shook my head and walked into the woods.

“You guys are pathetic.” I say before walking away. 

Before i could get too far i came across Fatin who had a smirk on her face and had heard everything that had just went on.

“That was hot. You sticking up for me.” She said while pulling me towards her by my shirt and putting her arms around my neck. Looking into hers eyes you could see love in them but there was also a playful glint in them which i quickly caught on to.

“If you think that i’m gonna have sex with you in the woods than you’re wrong.”

She feigns hurt and puts her hang on her chest.

“I never said that.”

“You’re eyes say differently.” I say walking away into the woods. Fatin catches up to me and laces her fingers in between mine. 

“As much as i appreciated it, you didn’t have to go off on them for me. People will say what they say and i have know control over it.”

“It’s not okay. They assume things based on appearances. They don’t even know you.”

“Well a week earlier and you probably would’ve been saying the same thing.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I step in front of her and let go of her hand.

“Nothing. Just-” She sighs. “You’ve said you’re fair share of hurtful things is all.”

“That was completely different situation Fatin.” 

“Look, I’m not trying to argue. I appreciate you sticking up for me truly. Just maybe tone down the aggressiveness. No need to fight for me.” She then walked back towards the other group. I end up following her. When we got back the girls were quiet and looking at me with wary eyes until Shelby proposes that we play a game. Never have i ever. It was going well untill Martha asks her question.

“Never have i ever fallen in love.”

Everyone except Rachel, Martha and Fatin takes a sip of their alcohol. Which shocked me seeing as Fatin had just confessed her love for me not too long ago. She looked at me as i was drinking and saw the hurt in my eyes but quickly looked down at the ground.

“As a follow up question, Never have i ever said I love you and not meant it.”

Unsurprisingly Fatin took a drink which left me wondering if it was about me one of her many other flings from the past.The game went by and i was increasingly overthinking everything as always.We all seperated to try and get some sleep for the night. I chose to stay up and stare at the ocean. Apparently i wasn’t the only one, Leah had taken a seat next to me in the sand. We used to be best friends until the incident with Jeff. We hadn’t spoken until we go onto the island.

“Are you okay? You seemed off all night.” She asked apprehensively, I’m guessing from the incident earlier.

“No, but i’ll get there.”

“If you wanna talk i’m here. I’m always up for spilling about feelings.”

I look at her and found myself trusting her. 

“Fatin.... We’ve had this friends with benefits thing going on for about a year and when the plane crashed she told me that she loved me. But then tonight she drank when the question was about lying about being in love with someone.”

“Fatin likes girls?” Leah looks surprised but when she sees my face she backtracks. “Sorry that’s not what this is about. I don’t really know much about love but maybe talk to her. Fatin seems pretty reasonable.”

I laugh humorlessly ,“Yeah, You must not know her very much. But that’s enough about me. What’s up with you? You haven’t seen very happy lately.”

“Got my heart broken. Lost all my friends. That’s about it.”

“I can relate to that partly. How about this? I’ll be your friend as long as you don’t talk about that stupid book.”

Leah smiles, “I think i can do that.” There was a pause. “You should get some rest.” She gets up and goes to lay down. I still stay up through the night looking out at the ocean and the stars and listening to the sounds of nature behind me. After a while i thought back a year to the first time I had met Fatin at a party.

I am sitting on some strangers couch drinking from a cup that was handed to me and filled with what i presumed was some cheap vodka and smoking weed that tasted like it costed 5 dollars but any high is something. I was sitting all alone until a gorgeous brunette girl sat down next to me. 

“What are you doing all alone?” She asks. The girl sees i’m not wanting to talk with strangers so she introduces herself. “Oh i’m Fatin by the way.” She gave me the most beautiful smile i’ve ever seen and i felt myself develop a small crush on the girl.

“Y/n.” I answer.

“Are you here with anyone? Boyfriend?” Fatin continues the conversation.

“No. I’m single and i don’t swing that way if you know what i mean.”

“Ah i see.” She smirks and i can see the flirtatious thoughts swirl in her mind. “How come i’ve never seen you around school?”

“Different crowds. Social statuses.”

“Hm,” She pauses to think and her eyes light up. “What do you say we get out of here and go to my house? Have some fun?” She raises her eyebrows.

I quickly understood what she was hinting at and agreed to the adventure. I didn’t have much to lose. The next morning i woke up in Fatin’s house with her telling me that i had to leave before her parents woke up which i did. On Monday i went to school and was only semi-surprised when she practically ignored my existence and against my better judgment i went up to her when she was alone. 

“Uh, Fatin.”

She looked up at me and rolled her eyes a little. 

“What do you what?” She asks with a slightly bitter tone.

“Can we talk about Saturday? What happened?”

“What happened was I got drunk and wanted to have fun. It was a one time thing. And with my one night stands i usually don’t speak to them after so let’s keep it that way.”

She walked away before i could say something. I would’ve believe her words had we not have hooked up countless times after that. I fell into her trap and couldn’t escape it.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Nora walking up to me. Apparently the sun was starting to come up.

“Are you okay?” The girl says awkwardly.

I had then noticed that there were tears running down my face which i quickly wiped away. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I say not knowing if i was trying to convince Nora or myself.

“Are you sure? You’re crying.”

“I’m good. Really. Thank you though.”

She just smiled and walked away but she was followed by Fatin who sat down next to me and looked at my face but i didn’t have it in me to look back. 

“You’re not actually good are you? I mean you won’t even look at me.” I didn’t answer. “Did i do something wrong?” She asks with a hint of worry. I just shook my head and closed my eyes to prevent the tears from leaving my eyes again but i was unsuccessful. Fatin reacted by pulling me into a hug but i shrugged her off and started walking down the beach, confusing the other girls as well. Leah had walked after me. 

“Fatin really got to you, huh?”

“It’s not just Fatin. Remember when i took a break from school for a month in our freshman year?” Leah just nodded. “Well i was in a “Institution” apparently my depression is severe.”

“Does Fatin know?”

I shook my head. Leah had known about my mental health and how bad it had gotten but not about the hospitals or anything. 

“Is it bad again?” 

“Yeah.” Leah then came in for a hug which i gratefully accepted. We headed back to the group who was cautiously watching me. I sat down in the sand between Leah and Toni, who had an annoyed look on her face as usual. We all sat there and talked about our situation after a while everyone had broken off into seperate conversations. Fatin walked up to me.

“Can we talk?”

#fatin jadmani #fatin the wilds #Fatin Jadmani x reader #Fatin jadmani imagines #the wilds #the wilds imagines #leah rilke #nora reid #toni shalifoe #dot campbell

[rafecameron]

Hi can I request a part 2 of that wheezie asking for boy advice cause bro when she said “Rafe doesn’t love anyone anymore” my heart shattered for her so in part 2 can he be telling her he loves her because dude, my heart? Broken. My soul? Crushed. That shit HURTED she needs some love. It could literally just be like “Rafe sat on wheezies bed “I love you” Rage said, wheezie nodded” idc I just need to relieve some pain over here

PART 1

You smile into the crook of Rafes neck, letting out a soft laugh as his fingers glide across the ticklish spot on your side. You had been in this same position for hours now. You laying half across his chest, leg draped over his thigh, head against his shoulder and arm resting against his chest. One of rafes arms draped over your shoulders while the other moved gently against your side and thigh, tracing soothing patterns against your skin.

You could stay like this for the rest of the day and that’s exactly what you wanted to do, your mind however had different ideas. You couldn’t stop thinking about something that had been bothering you for a while now, finally deciding to bring it up to your boyfriend in hopes he would be able to do something about it.

“Baby?” You ask quietly, your breath ticking his neck as you spoke.

“Hmm?” He hums in reply, idly toying with the waist band of your shorts.

Rafes eyes were closed, his body threatening to drift off to sleep as the afternoon soon lazily drifted through his window and warmed his skin, not having felt this content in a long time.

“I’m worried about your sister.” You mumble, watching as your fingers trace patterns against his chest through his shirt.

“Sarah?” Rafe asks quietly.

“Wheezie.” You correct him, lifting your head to rest against your hand so you could look at him, he opens one eye to look over at you when he felt your movements, “she just seems really down lately, ever since I spoke to her in her room last week.” Your fingers stroke his shoulder through his shirt as you spoke.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine, just the usual teenage girl things.” Rafe squeezes your side in a comforting manner and closes his eyes once again.

“Probably, I just hate seeing her look so sad. Do you think you could say something?” You ask hopefully.

“Me? You know I’m not good at that kinda thing babe.” Rafe mumbles.

“I know but it’s your sister and I’ve already tried.” You pout up at him, knowing you had won the moment he let out a sigh.

“Will it make you feel better if I did?” He asks, finally opening both eyes and lifting his head to see you properly.

You nod your head quickly, a large grin forming on your lips as you lean up and kiss him quickly, “you’re the best!” You slap his chest gently before moving your leg from his to allow him to get up.

Rafe sighs again, rising from his laying position and throwing his legs off the side of the bed, he runs a hand through his hair, pushing the strands that had fallen into his face back into place again. “What do I say?” He asks, looking back at you over his shoulder.

You shrug, offering him a small smile, “I don’t know, just be her brother.”

Rafe frowns at you before standing up and heading out of the room to find his youngest sister. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed her moping around more often than usual but he had hoped you or Sarah would have been able to talk to her, feeling this was more of a girls job than a big brothers job, but he would try his best nonetheless.

He found wheezie sat out back on the swing seat, phone in her lap as she looked out across the lawn, a sad expression ever present on her features.

“Hey, wheeze.” Rafe teases softly as he approaches her, placing his hand on the side of the swing and leaning against it.

“Hey, Rafe.” Wheezie sighs back, “what are you doing here? Don’t you have a girlfriend to entertain?”

“Just checking you’re okay.” He replies, watching her closely for the answer.

“Well as you can see I’m not dead, you can go now.” She rolls her eyes and picks her phone up from her lap.

Rafe chews on his lower lip, wanting nothing more than to retreat back inside to the comfort and safety of his bed but he knew he couldn’t, his sister needed him and he’d be damned if he wouldn’t even try and help her feel better.

Rafe made his way around the swing and sat next to her, pulling the phone from her hands and placing it face down between them.

“Talk to me.” Rafe presses, turning slightly towards her as she huffs in annoyance.

“About what, Rafe?” She asks.

“About you, about what’s wrong.” He offers up.

Wheezie turns to look at him for the first time, eyebrows furrowed, “why do you care?”

“Because you’re my sister, I don’t want to see you like his, c’mon you can talk to me.” Rafe pushes as he leans against the back of the seat.

Wheezie chews the inside of her cheek, watching him closely as if debating whether she should say anything before letting out a long sigh.

“I just...” she lifts her hands and then let’s them drop back into her lap, “I feel like no one ever has time for me. Sarah is always with John b, you’re always with Y/N, dads always doing business and rose is always off with her friends. I’m just the odd one out who gets in the way.”

“Hey, that’s not true,” Rafe frowns and shuffles closer, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder, “you’re not the odd one out and you don’t get in the way. I guess we’ve all just been wrapped up in our lives and assumed you were okay.”

Wheezie looks up at him, eyes watering slightly after her confession, “I don’t want you to be left out.” Rafe assures her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side, “I love you, Wheeze. I know I don’t always show it or act like it but I really do. You’re the less annoying sister.” He adds as a joke causing her to laugh softly.

“How about we go inside, we order pizza and ice cream and me, you and Y/N have a movie night? Just us three under a blanket with snacks, I’ll even let you pick the movie?” Rafe offers, squeezing her shoulder.

“You don’t have to do that.” Wheezie shakes her head, wiping the stray tear that had slipped from her eye.

“I want to, it will be fun.” Rafe assures her.

She looks up at him, studying him for a moment before finally nodding, “okay...I get to pick the movie? Any movie?”

Rafe nods, standing up and bringing her with him, keeping his arm tight around her shoulders as they walked back to the house, “any movie at all.” He agrees.

@outerbankslut @scandalousfemale

Hope this is okay anon! I also wrote this on my phone and didn’t proof read so there's probably grammar and spelling errors!

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks fluff #outer banks fic #rafe cameron imagine #may writing

[limepigeon]

@crownleys organised an evening of writing sprints over at the Zombies, Fanworks! Discord tonight and here’s what I wrote! I can’t remember if I’ve ever written fanfic for the ZR fandom so it was great fun! Of course I had to write something about everyone’s favourite Radio Boyfriends. Thanks again for organising this Emma! Title: Get it out (or Jack helps Eugene deal with his emotions in a Jack way) Fandom: Zombies, Run! Words: 1,432 Warnings: None Set during Season 1 Notes: I’m sorry if there are spelling/grammar errors in it, I wrote it in two hours and gave it a quick little edit/proof reading but some things may have slipped by (they usually do haha).

Eugene hardly ever gets angry. He doesn’t cause any scenes. If anything he prefers keeping any arguments under a tightly shut lid. Let it simmer for a while until it either fizzes out or boils over. Tonight is the third sleepless night, caused by an unusual large horde taking their sweet time dragging rotten feet across the vast meadows outside of Abel. Everyone is on edge, sure, but Jack and Eugene are the ones trying to keep morale up. “And that’s day three…” Jack sighs into the microphone, “still no signs of stopping. I’m sorry folks but this thing seems to go on forever. Just kilometer after kilometer of endless zombies, all the way to the horizon. There are some places where you can’t even see the ground! I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many in one and the same-“ He’s interrupted by an exasperated groan. “Will you please shut up?” Eugene’s voice is harsh. There’s none of the usual warmth that makes even the coldest of nights comfortable in his presence. He’s rubbing his temples slowly, his eyebrows drawn together tightly. “I’m sorry?” Jack doesn’t even try to not sound offended. “Is my voice bothering you?” “Little bit, yes” Eugene says without as much as looking at Jack. “Too bad, ‘cause this is our job, talking is my job.” “Well, your job is drilling a hole through my skull.” Eugene puts his forehead in his palms and stares at the small red light indicating that they’re still broadcasting. It’s been on for what feels like hours. “Put on a song” he says. “But we have to send out Dr. Myers report on-“ “Put on the fucking song” Eugene demands, punctuating each word harshly, and Jack barely has the time to switch on the CD before Eugene rips his headphones off his head and lets the chair slam into the ground as he stands up.

“Hey Gene, what’s the matter?” Jack reaches out for Eugene’s shoulder but he moves out of the way.   “Aren’t you sick of this?” Eugene mutters while keeping his eyes fixed at the ground. Jack sighs. “Well, it would be nice if they left so we could get some proper sleep, yeah” he says. “I don’t mean the zombies” Eugene says, “I mean all of it.” He seems to lean onto his crutch more than usual. His whole posture seems off. The air outside is chilly now that the sun has set, even though it’s summer. “Gene, I get it, it’s okay to be upset about this, everyone’s-“ Jack gets interrupted again. “I’m not upset Jack! I’m fucking pissed!” The shouting takes Jack by surprise. He can’t remember the last time he’d seen Eugene like this. At least not since… He shakes the past out of his head. “Oh, okay then, uh...” It’s all he can manage. “About what?” “Everything! All this bullshit! We’re just sitting here, talking shit that doesn’t even matter! People are dying out there Jack, and what do we do? We joke, and we laugh, as if that’s what the world needs right now! We’re just…! I’m- I can’t-“ His words get jumbled before his voice cracks. “Hey, hey love, it’s okay” Jack grabs Eugene by his arms “it’s okay.” “I’m just so tired, I don’t know what to do.” Eugene looks into Jack’s eyes, probably for the first time for the entire evening. There’s pain, sure - there always is during hard nights, but there’s something else. Something stuck deep in Eugene, aching to get out. Jack wants to tell him he’s talking shit, that their job is important. That Eugene is important, and not just to Jack. But he knows that’s not what he needs right now. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Jack heads into the tiny shed used for their broadcasts and is back outside in less than a minute. There aren’t many hills in Abel, which is quite ideal when putting up the makeshift homes for newcomers to the township. The radio tower, which has been there long before Jack and Eugene arrived, stands just about a hundred meters away from Janine’s farmhouse at the highest point of Abel. “It’s freezing Jack, what are we even doing here?” Eugene complains. His good leg has started aching from the climb and he didn’t bring any mittens either. “Something that always makes me feel better when I’m angry” Jack smiles. Eugene raises an eyebrow to show his skepticism. “Oi, don’t give me that look! I promise, it’s nothing dirty!” Jack jokingly punches Eugene’s shoulder and Eugene sighs. “You know I love you, but you know what your problem is, Gene? You’re always so bloody calm and collected. When was the last time you just let it all go?” “I, uh” Eugene starts but quickly falters. “Jack, what are we doing here?” His voice grows a bit more cautious. “We’re going to scream” Jack looks at Eugene almost triumphantly and Gene can’t help but laugh. “Oh, you’re serious?” Eugene’s has something akin to terror creeping onto his face when he realizes Jack is in fact not joking. “Dead serious, my man” Jack says and slaps Eugene’s back. “Now go on!” “I’m not going to scream” Eugene protests and he looks like he’s about to turn around to start the journey down the hill. He’s not prepared for the sound and his whole body tenses up in reaction to it. It’s loud, but different from what he’s heard during his time outside the walls, or in their tent at night when his partner wakes him up in a sweat-drenched panic. The scream now is lighter, not nearly is dreadful as the ones Eugene is used to. Afterwards there’s an almost as loud burst of laughter. “What the hell, Jack?” Eugene exclaims as he spins around, only to find Jack almost doubled over. He smiles at Eugene with a wide grin which is incredibly infectious. “Your turn” he says once he’s managed to catch his breath, only a little hoarse. “Come on.” He reaches out his hand towards Eugene, who with the help of his crutches moves closer to Jack. He can’t help but smile.

Janine tends to stay up late. Tonight she’s found something else that needs repairing. The radio has been on for the last couple of days, she likes to keep herself updated on the situation and maybe especially so at night. She barely listens to the song playing, only annoyed at how it interferes with the updates on the horde. Then it abruptly stops as Jack’s voice replaces the tunes. “Very sorry listeners, but I have some urgent business to attend to! We’ll be back shortly, in high spirits! Stay safe!”   She looks out of the kitchen window as two figures make their way up the hill towards the farmhouse. For a second she dreads the possibility of an unannounced drop by but as they start moving towards the radio tower her shoulders lowers again. She follows them with her gaze and even by just the light of the full moon she recognizes Jack and Eugene. Curious by her nature she opens the window just a crack, letting the summer air creep in. She moves some dirty dishes from the counter to the sink and brings her project from the kitchen table. Before the end of the world she had the TV on while working, not as company of course, Janine de Luca would like you to know she was not a lonely woman. It is the same now. She doesn’t watch the two men out of loneliness; she simply wants to know what’s going on in their lives. What Jack Holden and Eugene Woods do when no one else is around, when they are comfortable just the two of them. She’s seen the way they look at each other and lets her mind drift to an imaginary future where maybe something like that could, perhaps, be possible for her too? The first scream almost makes her jam the screwdriver into her hand. She curses loudly while looking out of the window bewildered, and then sighs when she watches the two men up on the hill. The second scream comes a few minutes later. It’s different. Unfamiliar and filled with more emotions than Janine thought possible to fit inside of a person all at once. It lasts at least twice as long as the first one and ends almost in a wail.

The calm silence lingering afterwards lasts for a couple of minutes, until it starts up again. Then the screams starts mixing together with laughter until there’s only the latter left. Janine shakes her head, thinking how everyone in Abel must be just as startled as her. Then she smiles.

#zombies run #zr #radio boyfriends #jack holden #eugene woods #janine de luca #lime writes fanfic

[todaydreambelieversfic]

Author Spotlight: Wowbright Day 3

Author: @wowbright​

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

For episode reaction fics, I tend to do very little revising beyond arranging all the parts I've written in order, smoothing out the transitions, and checking spelling and grammar. Longer fics undergo substantial revisions. I don't count how many times because my writing process is circular, but 5 to 7 revisions is probably not an underestimate.

If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

The Glory of the Stars (https://archiveofourown.org/works/8833819/chapters/20253937), which is part 2 of my Mormon!Klaine ‘verse. I would base more of the people Kurt and Blaine meet on canon characters, instead of creating so many original characters, and I probably would spread those encounters out over a few days instead of just one. And I would change the kitchen/living room layout, because the one I set up there is not easy to work with, so I’ve ended up ignoring it in my current Mormon!Klaine writings.

What do you look for in a beta?

Someone who will discuss characters and ideas with me. Someone who is good at catching little errors -- I make more than the average amount since I rely on dictation software. Someone who will tell me how reading a certain thing makes them feel. These traits do not all have to be in one person.

If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I actually started writing a companion fic (with permission) to Husbandly Duties by anxioussquirrel years ago. There was a sentence in there that got me thinking about the world they lived in and set off a spate of elaborate world-building in my head, and I started writing a parallel story with some of the minor characters.

I got a good start on it before I realized, “Who in heck is going to want to read this?” Husbandly Duties is an upbeat Klaine fic, and the thing I was writing was dystopian, filled with alternate religious history (Judaism and Hellenism), dealt with rape and child sexual abuse, has recuperating from trauma as the main theme, and has David Karofsky and Jeremiah-from-the-Gap as the main pairing. I mean, I’d read it, but who else would?

So it’s partly on my computer, and partly in my head, and it will probably stay that way.

Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

Both. My episode reaction fics are almost always canon compliant. Even some of my AUs, like Fidelity and Jonathan Unruh, I wrote so that most of the story could have theoretically happened behind the scenes in canon and never mentioned for some weird reason. But obviously when I set a story in the 1980s or on a Mormon mission, things get non-canony quickly. I still try to base the characterization and some of the events on canon, though.

Talk about a review that made your day.

A few months ago, @slayediest said some random nice thing about Mormon!Klaine even though I hadn't posted anything from it in four years. It hit me at the right time and got me posting again.

That is a dramatic example, but many, many reviews have made my day. In fact, I have often responded to comments, “This comment made my day!” And it has been true every time.

Sometimes I don’t respond to comments. This can happen because I’ve overwhelmed by life, trying to focus on writing the next thing before some self-imposed deadline, or lost my login. But I read every comment, and I treasure them. Getting a kind comment is an emotional boost like no other.

Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

Rarely. I usually ignore them—which is easier said than done.

If it's just negative or slightly inconsiderate but not rude, I thank them for giving it a shot and, if it's a multichapter, recommend that they not keep reading it because the story is not going to go the way they want it to.

An aside: Sometimes readers get stuck on something that is unrelated to my story telling. The comments aren’t rude, but they confuse me. One of my stories involves Blaine going to a 12-step program (https://archiveofourown.org/works/910055), and a reader who didn’t like the concept of 12-step programs kept commenting about that. Or someone reads a polyamory story and comments that they can’t get behind polyamory. I don't really understand why people leave these types of comments. Are they trying to convince me not to write about those things? Or maybe they’re intrigued by the story and are just trying to start a conversation about the thing that caught their attention most? If anyone has thoughts on this, send me an ask! I want to know.

What advice do you have to people just starting to write?

Write often. When you write a lot, you write faster and more easily. You become less attached to your words, and at the same time better at putting them together.

Write your first draft without editing it much. Try not to struggle over every word, because in the next draft, you might end up deleting that whole part anyway. And when it comes time to delete stuff? It's not a failure. Deleting judiciously is part of the creative process. Think of it like making a sculpture. The first draft is your slab of marble, and your subsequent drafts are the carving.

Which fic do you most like to discuss with other people? Why?

Mormon!Klaine. Because it’s the one I’m working on now, and I like bouncing around ideas with people and hearing from readers about what works for them or what questions they have.

But I love to discuss fics in general.

What's one aspect of writing fic that gets you really excited?

Connecting with other fans.

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Check out Wowbright’s Fics

Il Maestro:  Tina's obsession with Blaine is weird. Artie intervenes for the sake of the New Directions. Things get worse.

Song of Hope:  On their honeymoon, Blaine tells Kurt he applied to NYU. Happy reaction fic to Glee 6x11 “We Built This Glee Club.”

Everything’s Connected, If Only You Can Feel It:  Blaine takes up a new hobby in hopes of becoming closer to Kurt, despite the distance between Lima and New York. Stoner Brett turns out to be a surprisingly erudite, if flawed, mentor. Blangst with moments of humor.

#author spotlight: wowbright

[24-guy]

I spent 2 hours on writing notes from the prison podcast stream.

Now I don’t know what to do with them, so I’m putting them here. 

No need to read them, there is just some interesting stuff I noticed, things like tones and how many times somethings are brought up. 

if you do, though, I apologize  for spelling errors. 

start stream

techno "did the calculations" on how long it would take to mine obsidian with the amount of mining fatigue they had. we knoe this is true.

dream has been writing, it is the only thing hes been able to do with the limited items he has. its his "diary"

techno teases over fanfics on wattpad

"the only thing ive written is my diary" do the revive books not count, then? or what is in the revive books that isnt writing?

techno focuses on that nobody is watching - dream doesnt comment on it - dream doesnt know about the voices?

techno is supposed to break dream out, but he hasnt got many ideas "ill get to it later"

techno enjoys prison - sees it as a vacation

techno has an optimistic outlook.

go with the flow

dream sees harming himself as exhillerating techno disaprooves

dream tells techno quackity has been torturing him everyday. techno is only surprised by the every day part

dream mentions the revive book techno remembers being told about that asks "yeah you can bring people back from the dead. yeah so how do you do that" - curious tone, seems genuinely interested for innocent meanings dream responds " i have.. the knowledge and then i get a book and then i burn it" - hesitant at first, then vague but seemingly honest reponse

techno asks what the knowledge is, incantation/password/expelliarmus dream says "something like that" slowly, then quickly says he doesnt know and that he "doesnt know how schlatt had it" - going away from the topic original book - there are more than one it is a book is what youre saying - t well... i mean, it was a book that i memorised and that now i can recreate - d techno tries again to get the knowledge he wants to revive people dream doesnt want to tell techno because he wouldnt be the only one who knew techno tries to bargain saying that if dream died, techno coulld bring him bacl dream knows they wont kill him because he can revive people

dream says no, techno says "you forgot how to write it down didnt you dream says he didnt, that he did it recently, techno repeats again that dream forgot brings up wattpad again. dream says he wrote it down for tommy. he doesnt mention wilbur to techno. bring up the homeless situaation prison is dreams house cell is boiling apparently makes a joke about cali rent prices

nobody visited the cell "we stopped anarcy" "when we get out of here" no though ahead going into this situation (techno) "just as far as i need to" dream doesnt know what techno means by stream schedule, techno jokes about dream's lack of schedual techno usually trains always looking for new combat, reasearching constant arms race no idea when a government will arise or opressing people is always prepared has a good amount of gear he also plays golf somewhere offers a game with dream no way to describe it somewhere farther than his house

dream asks about tommy techno hasnt seen him canonically, only knows he stole acouple months ago - as far as he tells dream

dream asks about carl carl is doing well

dream asks about the family its doing good, apparently, new foxes, got steve who will break him out dream writes about steve "i will write evrrything down because its hard to remember" another fanfic joke

dream asks whos feeding them they feed themselves its probably fine

milld break for 4 wall break

gist or jist

prison podcast offers, agrees that is all this is

technical difficulties

podcast bros

eating potato

dream offers his thoughts on what would happen of he tried to revive somebody who is alive two technoblades human meat sheild

dream wants to try no death first what could go wrong nothing else to do

techno house is man vs nature conflict floor has ants floof brings ants spilled pet food dream has a revivebook techno tries to read it first hit with book a small wait throw into lava DreamXD joins broke the table fixed table a god dream "cloned himsef" god looks exactly like dream feels like a question to ask earlier dream summoned dreamxd ask for wish ask for bell dream gets mad because no escape dreamxd leaves sellout timer goes off techno makes money as dream questions his life dream sits in corner hole techno aims to be annoying we count channel members for a bit

dream and techno friend bonding time?

summons dreamxd for reviving nobody dream writes this in his diary as techno rings bell tries again, it doesnt work creative mode is a known thing by mortals they know how deadly it is

warden on vacation

techno hasnt written anything he has at least 4 books in his inventory, going from the top 2nd space to the top 5th space. the fourth book is called information and is signed by dream. dream throws a potato in the lava techno asks for the revive book again, this time to see of dreamxd will come back because it is a different person summoning him dream says no

techno needs a bell to sell out for the *brand*, ritual and tradition dream put the bell in church prime no twitch primes for dream - hes a heratic (no contract) dream makes no profit dream has lots of raw potatos for 5-6 months

techno asks if dream has any friends dream says not really, they turned against him techno knows the feeling being betrayed by closest friend happens every tuesday for techno

dream mentions being visited by a few people techno asks if any tried not to torture or kill him dream says yeah like he wasnt expecting the question/(as techno put it) "he hesitated"

sapnap - didnt torture or kill him - but he said if dream got out of there, then he would - techno says hes gotta raise his standards

bad - was the best - treated dream the best - techno says hes a cult leader - dream is surprised so techno tells him about the egg - techno wasnt clear - bad hasnt viseted since 4-5 months ago - techno says even he has friends - egg was attacked - big crossover episode not clear what is going on

techno - last time they saw each other was dooms day - been a while - lot has happened - techno doesnt now whats going on currently on the server - he knows nothing - "people" tell him who died and who came back

tubbo - asks about tubbo - tubbo is chillng - snowchester named - commune - a little sus - dictator - no rushing to conclusions - tubbo has nukes - big crater - a hoby - could be meteor

ranboo - asks about ranboo - ranboo is also chilling - brings up tubo's nukes now

dream points out that techno said he didnt know anyting and then said about a new place, nukes, and a lot more dream doesnt know anything - less than techno

ranboo (again) - dream says he used to visit a while ago and then stopped coming - techno asks "ranboo used to visit?" - ranboo visited "a bit" - probably visited the most - sapnap visited - tommy visited a couple of times - bad visited - and quackity - quackity visited the most, only because hes visited daily

more potatos pog potatos

ranboo (x3) - techno asks how dream knows ranboo - "um... its just a.. long story" - techno replies sarcastically about how they dont have any time to go through it, theyre so busy with the bell - dream "i dont know him very well. he just visited a few times and that was it." - techno just repeats alright, its either bored or thinking - dream "and then i havent seen him since then so thats why i was wondering where hes been, if hes been around" - techno " ah... im not sure. i havent been around fpr like the past couple of months, honestly."

techno went on  atraining montage, played golf

dream asks about the plan to get out mining fatigue 3 doesnt mean they cant break blocks, its just approximately 370 times longer breaking obsidian takes a bit over 4 minutes math = obsidian block gone in 25.7 hours. an alarm break in the right spot break block in toilet elder guardian below the cell techno can take him if techno somehow dies dream brings him back could be out in 2 weeks havent been visited for 2 weeks nothing to lose dream has to break obsidian techno wants to end stream techno came up with idea so dream has to do it dream starts bell ringing for cheerng him on techno sounds happy that dream is doing it voices are mentioned - theyre laughing techno has perfect track of time techno is gonna annoy dream the entire time techno is a lookout there are only 4 books we only see the 4th name floof interrupts momentarily tommy killed a cat because dream liked it 300 dogs in the cell joke

channel member bell dream regrets his life again techo's plan? bell was a better investment dream has 10 bells in e chest techno doesnt techno wanted to go for more so techno could ring bell again

end of stream

#technoblade #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp techno #dsmp dream #dreamwastaken #prison podcast #dsmp prison #dsmp lore

[sapphirelass]

What family is all about - Weasley FamilyxWeasley!Sister

Hiiiiiii!!! It’s... been a while. Again. Let’s face it, I’ll never be able to post as often as I’d like. I just don’t like rushing stuff, or posting anything I’m not happy with, so...

Anyhow, I LOVED writing for the Weasley family, and I’ll most likely do it again soon. Bill and Charlie are both underrated characters in my opinion and I had a ton of fun letting them ‘shine’ (despite this being a sort of sad story, but that always seems to be where I end up... XD)

Also, I might have to edit this once more, but it’s late, I have not posted in about two weeks and I just want to go to sleep XD That being said, take it for what it is, and I’ll try to correct any grammatical errors later. Good night! <3

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

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Word count: ≈ 2800 (they just keep getting longer, don’t they? XD)

Warnings: Light swearing, blood, angst

Enjoy! :)

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That’s what family is all about 

“How big did his tongue get?”

“It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!”

The sound of laughter was heard from the kitchen as Elwira Weasley entered her childhood home. She worked as an arithmancer, and had been stationed at a research-facility in the northern parts of Sweden for the past few years. Her work took up most of her time, but she had just travelled home to go see the quidditch final with her dad, older brother Bill, twin brother Charlie and all their younger siblings.

“It isn’t funny”, her dad shouted. “That sort of behaviour seriously undermines wizard-muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of muggles, and my own sons-”

“Are just a wee bit too daft to understand that!”

She walked through the door and found her entire family, plus two other people she didn’t know, all sitting or standing around the kitchen table.

“Ellie?!”

Her older brother and twin, with whom she had always been extremely close, both made their way across the room and pulled her into a hug so tight she could barely breathe.

“Blimey! ‘ello Bill, hey Charlie! Long time no see, huh?”

“Certainly!”, their mother exclaimed while pushing the two oldest sons to the side as she tried to get a good look at her grown-up daughter. “Not a single visit since Christmas, Elwira Weasley, we’ve had to do with owls for six months?!”

“Sorry, mum, there’s been a lot of work to do… I thought I’d stay for the rest of the summer though, if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course, dear! Have you eaten yet?”

“No, I’m famished!”

Mrs Weasley went off to get another plate, and Ellie, after greeting everyone and being introduced to Harry and Hermione, took a seat between her dad and youngest brother.

“So Ronald? Had a good term?”

“Err.. Sure? Nothing interesting except for the stuff I wrote to you about, though.”

“Well you’re going into your fourth year now - almost halfway through!” She paused for a moment and turned to her father. “You good dad? You seem a bit… tense?”

Arthur looked up from his plate and sent his daughter a kind smile.

“Don’t worry about it, darling. Hosting the world cup comes with a great deal of problems all with the need to be solved. Admittedly, it’s not really part of my job, but the entire ministry becomes quite chaotic when something like that is days away. I’m a bit stressed, that’s all. How are things up in Scandinavia?”

“They’re… somewhat slow to be honest. There’s so much work to do between like October and February, but in the summer it’s mostly filing and other boring bits of paperwork.”

“Elwira?”, Hermione asked. “Sorry, I’m just curious, what is it that you do? Ron’s never told us…”

“That’s probably cause Ron doesn’t understand what I’m doing”, she smirked, “but of course, I work with, and study, arithmancy which, as you might know, is part of what’s called ‘natural magic’.”

“Great!”, mumbled Ron quietly, making sure only his friends and older sister heard. “Hermione, there are four rules in this house, okay? One: Don’t ask Charlie about dragons, Two: Don’t ask Percy about anything, Three: Don’t ask dad about muggles, and Four: Don’t ask Ellie about her job. Break either and you’ll be stuck listening to a five hour lecture.”

 Hermione didn’t seem to be bored though, so Ellie ignored her brother’s comment and continued. 

“It’s the type of magic that has been studied and worshiped since ancient times and has a very strong connection with nature. The natural phenomena with the strongest affiliation with magic is, while they in themselves have what the muggles would call a ‘scientific explanation’, the northern lights. Meaning it’s only when they’re visible that we can make any significant progress.”

Ellie paused and glanced at the younger girl, trying to see whether she had caught on or not, and was happy when realizing that she had.

“And... “, questioned Hermione, “the northern lights are only visible north of the polar circle and b-”

“Between September and March, exactly… Meaning there’s sadly not that much advanced research that can be done during the rest of the year…”

“It’s still a fascinating subject though. I only started last year, but I love it.”

“I’m glad! At least some people appreciate the wonderful art that is arithmancy, Ronald!”

Ron looked up at the mention of his name and met his sister’s gaze. 

“I just don’t find it interesting”, he said.  

“Right, because you ha-”

Ellie didn’t get to finish her sentence before being interrupted by her twin brother.

“Hey, Ellie? Must have been fun watching the Nordic versus Germany, huh?”

“Oh shut up, Charlie!”, she groaned while putting her head in her hands. “Holy Merlin…” The Nordic National Quidditch team, of which she had become a huge supporter in the last few years, had suffered a HORRENDOUS loss against Germany, and it had certainly not been a fun night. 

Her brother, however, did not shut up, but instead burst out laughing.  

“Charlie, it’s not funny!! You should have been there though… You’d have done a much better job than the stand-in seeker we had.”

“What were the results again? 700-20?”

“... 520 actually”

“520 to??”, Bill said mockingly

“You’re idiots both of you… 520-0, happy now?”

Ellie hadn’t realized that everyone else around the table had been listening in on their conversation, but was made aware when Fred, George, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Arthur began laughing loudly.

“Why is this so funny to everyone? England lost badly too, and neither Romania nor Egypt even qualified to compete?!”

“Yeah...”, began Fred.

“But none of them lost with 520 points.”, finished George, earning himself a furious look from his older sister who stood up and shook her head.

“I’ll go see if mum needs any help…”

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Ellie loved her family, and therefore all her slightly annoying brothers, beyond everything, but being away from them for months and then meeting them all at the same time was TIRING! Having no desire to sleep through the world cup, she decided to go to bed early the night before, and she had barely closed her eyes before she fell asleep...

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“3, 2 ‘shhhh, quiet!”

Ellie took notice of the obnoxiously loud whispers, but it wasn’t enough to fully wake her up.

“We’ve got one more chance, 3, 2, 1, ELLIE!!!!”

She woke up instantly and sent a blast of blue sparks towards her older brother, barely missing him by an inch.

“What ‘ru doing, El? You can’t just go attacking people?!”

He tried to sound angry, but failed miserably, a heartwarming laugh escaping his mouth.

“You bloody idiots?! Why’d you scare me like that? You’re 21 and 23, not five?”

“Brings back memories, doesn’t it? Do you remember-”

“Yes, I do!”. She rubbed her eyes slowly, “‘85, look can you two please let me sleep?”

“Sorry, sis”, said Bill. “We’re leaving in half an hour. The kids and dad left ages ago.”

“Yeah, you don’t want to be late do you? Not when you can cheer for a team that might not loo-”

“Charlie, I swear!”

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The match was fantastic! Ellie would never admit it to her brothers, but it was nice to watch an even one for once. Watching and cheering with her family brought back fond memories of childhood games at the Burrow or Hogwarts, and she realized just how much she had missed actually playing. They stayed up late discussing players and tactics, but eventually their father ushered them all off to bed. 

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“Ellie?”

“Ellie??”

She stirred slightly and pulled the sleeping bag tighter around her.

“Ellie! Damn it, wake up!”

She opened her eyes slowly and saw her twin brother bent above her. The sight made her sigh.

“Charlie”, she mumbled. “We see each other once- or twice a year nowadays, do you really feel obligated to wake me up every time you get the chance?”

“Elwira, I’m serious! Get up!”

This caught her attention. Sure, the twins often used their full names when messing with each other, but it didn’t sound like Charlie was joking at all. She sat up, rubbed the sleep from her eyes and yawned loudly.

“What’s going on? Wha- Charlie? It’s still dark out? Why’d yo-”

“Ellie, c’mon. We have to help dad. Someone’s attacking the muggles.”

He threw his sister a jacket and pulled her out of the tent. Arthur, Bill and Percy were all waiting outside.

“Dad?”, she asked. “What’s happening? Charlie sai-”

“We’ve got to help the ministry!”, he said while frantically trying to count everyone and make sure they were there. “Fred, George, you make sure the others are safe. Go wait in the woods and I’ll come for you when the situation’s under control. Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ellie, let’s see if there’s something we can do.”

Nobody questioned Mr Weasley’s instructions, and immediately left in different directions. There were people everywhere though, and the two directions quickly became three, four, six. Spells and curses were fired left, right and centre and Ellie found herself disarming and stunning at least a few death eaters. There weren’t that many of them, roughly thirty or so, but the insane amount of witches and wizards fleeing the campsite made it difficult to fight back. She couldn’t risk hitting any random bloke.

While duelling a tall man in a black mask, Ellie suddenly stumbled forward, a particularly nasty curse having hit her straight in the back. Falling to the ground felt way more painful than it should have, and her wand landed well beyond her reach. She groaned as a burning pain spread through her lower back, but made an effort to get back up anyways. She did, however, not make it very far before the sharp end of a wand dug into her throat.

The death eater behind her sniggered and pulled her up by the collar of her shirt.

“Well, well, well… Why’re you trying to ruin our fun?”

He stood way too close for comfort and Ellie felt his breath on her neck. She tried to answer, but the curse that was shot at her must have hit its intended target, as all that came out when she opened her mouth was a strained cough and warm blood.

The bloke holding her let out a dark chuckle and threw her to the ground. She could barely keep her eyes open, and a thick, red liquid oozed from the wound in her back.

“Not so high-and-mighty now, are we?”

Ellie lacked the strength to fight back, and to the death eaters that seemed to take all the fun out of the situation. They set off back towards the campsite, leaving Ellie on the ground next to a few pines. She tried her very best to sit up, but ended up passing out…

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“Charlie?!”

Bill ran up to his younger brother and pulled him in for a quick, one-armed hug.

“Charlie, you okay? We’ve got to get back to the tent. Where’s El?”

“Wha-, I-I thought she was with you?!?”

“What? Last I saw her you were together?”

The brothers shared a lock of utter terror.

“Bill, we have to find her!”

“I know… Dad went to get the kids and Percy’s back in the tent waiting.”

“There’s no time to waste then. Let’s go”

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They had been running around the camping grounds for half an hour, and there was still not a trace of a living soul - let alone the special one they were searching for. At first, they had been shouting her name at the top of their lungs, but were now walking silently. That was, at least, until a shout made both of them turn around.

“Bill! Charlie! What are you doing? I told you to stay in the tent?”

Arthur Weasley came running towards them, with Harry, Ron and Hermione following close behind.

“Dad!”, Charlie shouted. “Have you seen El? We can’t find her?”

“What?”, asked Arthur. “But she was with you, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, at first, but we must have gotten separated… Dad, is that? You know?”

He threw a dark glance at the skull and snake decorating the night sky and said, “Yes. Yes it is. Look, I’ll take Ron, Hermione and Harry back to the tent, and I’ll meet you back here in ten minutes, okay? Don’t go too far. Come on kids!”

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Just as the brothers were about to give up, go back to the clearing, wait for their dad and hopefully find both their sisters safe and sound, Bill noticed something. A glimpse of red in the moonlight…

“Charlie? Get over here fast!”

The younger brother followed Bill’s gaze and immediately set off through the forest when his eyes found a mess of ginger hair sticking out from behind a rather large pine. Bill followed closely behind.

“ELLIE!!!?!!”

Charlie stumbled to his knees and turned his sister around, trying to get a better look at her. He pressed his hand to her wrist and breathed a sigh of relief when he found a pulse.

“She’s alive”, he mumbled. “Bill, she’s alive!”

“Good. I- Good.” Bill was lost for words too and mumbled a quick “Let me see”.

He pushed some hair out of her eyes and searched for any clues to what had hit her. He was a curse-breaker after all, but that usually meant working with curses placed on things or places, not people. 

“Charlie, I-I don’t know what that is… it’s not a curse I’m familiar with and I’m no healer… You want to carry her?”

“Of course”

Charlie brought his twin into his arms and picked her up, her bruised, limp body threatening to fall unless he held on tight enough. The brothers walked back to the clearing where they’d promised to meet their dad, but kept a close watch on their sister. They would apparate, though at the moment none of them felt like they had much time for ‘Deliberation’. It wasn’t very far anyways.

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“DAD!”, Bill shouted as soon as they noticed Arthur in the clearing where they were supposed to wait.

“Boys! Didn’t I tell you t-”

“We’ll take that later, Dad, you’ve got to help her!?”

Arthur Weasley was speechless, which had most likely never happened before, and Charlie felt so helpless. This was worse than his worst nightmares, and there was nothing he could do. Had it been a wounded dragon, sure, he knew loads about them, but this?

“Dad?”, asked Bill. “What can we do?”

“Right. Er… I suppose there’s no use trying to get you to wait here?”, he said while looking at Charlie who frantically shook his head. “Right, Bill could you go back to Percy and the kids? Fill them in on what happened? Then Charlie and I’ll take Ellie to St Mungos, okay?”

Bill didn’t look too happy with the idea, but nodded nonetheless.

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“Charlie sit down!”

“Fred, he can’t”, said George. “Hey, I think you missed a spot over there, Charles”

“Shut it both of you! Honestly, why am I the only one that’s worried?”

Arthur stood up and put an arm around his son.

“Listen, we’re all worried, but walking back and forth isn’t helping anyone. Just sit for a moment, huh?”

“No, dad, you don’t understand! It’s my fault. We were supposed to stick together! I let her out of my sight...I-”

“Charlie, we all-”

“No, Bill, you don’t get it either, I should-”

“-let your sister sleep for once? That’d be greatly appreciated, thank you.”

The entire family turned at once, and found the oldest daughter struggling to sit up.

“EL!!”

Charlie stumbled over and put a hand on his sister’s back, trying to help her up, but unfortunately placing it right where the curse had hit her.

“Auch!”

She moved away from his touch and he pulled his hand back immediately.

“Blimey, Ellie I’m so s-”

“Charlie, it’s good. Don’t worry about it.”

Ellie pulled her brother into a hug, though he was now extremely careful, and she looked over his shoulder at the rest of her family. Her eyes met Bill’s and he sent her a kind smile. She gestured for him to come join them, and eventually the whole family found themselves in a loving group hug. Molly did her very best to wrap her arms around all her children, desperately trying to convince herself that they were all there - safe and sound and loved. 

Because if there was one thing the Weasleys had a lot of, it was love and that is, after all, precisely what family is all about.

~ L

Masterlist

#weasley family imagine #bill weasley x sister #charlie weasley x sister #harry potter imagine #weasleys x sister #HP #hp one shot #Goblet of Fire #quidditch #arthur weasley x daughter #creative writing #writing #hp fan fic #harry potter fan fiction #weasley siblings #weasleys x daughter

[sparklingpax]

A Different Side (1/2)

Summary: Optimus comes back from an unsuccessful mission and seems to be out of sorts...but there’s more to that story. 

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A/N: 

-This is a rather silly fic, so do not worry I promise there is nothing inappropriate or heavy in this one at all! It’s,,,a dumb idea I had in History the other day,,,I wrote most of it between/during class periods, and edited the rest when I was supposed to be doing homework at home! :’) 

-Please excuse any typos, grammar mistakes, ooc-ness, weird phrasings, punctuation errors, or really just anything that looks weird or isn’t right; I’m an amateur and I do this stuff for fun! So I’m naturally not the best at it....keep that in mind pls...

-WHAT IS THIS TITLE IM SO SORRY--

-Ok but this story is honestly kinda dumb goumen I’ll write better things soon

-Set in the TFP universe! 

-This only has two parts, so this be the first and the next update is the end of it.... 😹😹 ^^’’

Enjoy! :D 

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“Eat my dust, Jack!”

“Not if I pass you first!!”

“No, you won’t!!!”

“Says who?!”

               Two cars raced around the base, one just barely passing the other.

               Miko and Jack had gone head-to-head, racing one last tournament before they had to go home—after the tie last round, they just had to know who, really, was the victor of the day. The two of them shouted competitively as they jammed the controls in one direction or another. Excited, Raf looked on. He, too, was curious of the outcome.

               At present, only Ratchet had remained at base.

               The others had gone out to investigate an abandoned energon mine somewhere in Maine. Optimus had visited the location once before but was not able to reach the source of the readings he’d gotten.

               Therefore, since there had been no Decepticon activity in the past week or so, he took his team to search the caverns.

               They were due to return in about 10 minutes, according to Ratchet. When they did, each guardian was then going to take their human companion home.

               It was a normal day at the Autobot base.

              “NO WAY—”

              “TAKE THAT!!!!”

              Jack threw his fist in the air triumphantly while Miko crumpled to the floor in defeat. Raf burst into laughter as she actually went and laid flat on her back.

             “The horror! I’ve let Jack win!!” She overdramatically wailed. Then, after a moment, sat up and giggled along with Raf and Jack. As the two went to retrieve their cars, Raf scampered up to Ratchet.

             “Hey, Ratchet. What are you doing?”

             The medic sighed, continuing to tinker with what looked like some kind of tool. “Fixing one of Bulkhead’s….accidents,” He muttered. With a sigh, he remembered the large mech smashing it while trying to reenact a fight he had, showing off to Miko. Naturally, the girl had been amazed, but it was short-lived as Ratchet, too, had witnessed that retelling.

              Raf fixed his glasses. “I’m sure it was just an accident, Ratchet.”

              With an eyeroll, Ratchet responded, “It was, but that doesn’t make it any less of an inconvenience, Rafael. It was quite immature of him, too.” He held it up to the light to observe a small detail of the frame.

              “Oh…I see.”

              “Thank the Allspark it’s not one of my more important tools,” he murmured, mostly to himself. Ratchet put it down for a moment to check on the progress of the rest of the team’s expedition.

              He pushed the comm button. “Optimus, come in. Have you found anything? Is everyone okay?”

             “Negative, Ratchet. There is nothing left in these caves,” he reported, a faint note of disappointment in his tone. “Though, everyone is fine. We require a bridge.”

              “Understood.”

              Ratchet tapped a few more buttons to lock onto their coordinates and pulled the lever, activating the groundbridge.  Miko and Jack broke off their conversation and joined Raf to stand by Ratchet, waiting for their guardians’ returns.

               Sure enough, after a moment, the team came through the portal with a swishing noise, Optimus the last one through. While the three kids gravitated to their partners, Optimus merely stood at the bridge. He remained for a moment, passing his gaze over his team.

              Then, without a word, he turned and headed down the halls—to his room.

              “Did you really think….” Arcee trailed off her snide remark at Jack as she heard Optimus’s heavy footsteps go past everyone and down the hall. She and Jack exchanged looks as everyone else, also, noticed this.

               After a short spell of silence, Miko finally spoke up.

               “Is he mad or something? Cuz I mean, geez—he didn’t even say hello.” She folded her arms.

               “No, Miko,” Ratchet responded, sounding a little exasperated. “What could he be angry over, if he were?” More silence followed his words. It was not often Optimus actually showed what he was feeling like this.

               Everyone was therefore concerned.

               “Do you think…he might be, like, really disappointed about not finding anything in the caves, then?” Jack asked, drifting from Arcee to the groundbridge area. “I mean, from what he’s been saying, you guys really needed that energon…”

               “He could just be tired, too,” Raf chimed in. The bots thought for a moment.

               Bumblebee shifted from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable. ‘I just hope he’s okay…’

               Ratchet set his tools aside and headed for the hall. “I’ll go talk to him,” he said. The humans and bots exchanged glances, then nodded.

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               “So!” Ratchet huffed frustratedly, emerging from the halls. “He won’t open the door, and will not talk to me, either!” He threw his hands in the air with a noise of exasperation, trudging back to his station.

               Rafael nudged Miko, who had her headphones in. Jack stood up and began down the stairs.

               “I guess something is wrong,” Arcee murmured, folding her arms. She caught sight of Jack, regarding her companion with an inquisitive gaze.

               “Jack?”

               “I’ll talk to him.” He heard his own determined voice, then touched the back of his head with an awkward laugh. “I’ll—I’ll try, I mean…”

               “Good luck,” Ratchet muttered bitterly, not taking his eyes off his current repair project. “If he even has the courtesy to acknowledge you at all.”  Jack flashed a thumbs up.

He uneasily began to wonder what could have put Optimus so out of sorts that he wouldn’t even speak to Ratchet. It was also rare for Optimus to do this kind of thing, apparently.

Something told Jack it wasn’t just about the energon…but he still wanted to find out for himself.

               “Later, Jack!” Raf called, scampering down the steps. Miko followed, slinging her backpack onto her shoulders. She waved.

               “Yeah, we’re gonna go home now, but you better text us later, kay?” Bulkhead and Bumblebee then transformed, and the two kids hopped in. Ratchet, remembering he had to bridge them out, audibly sighed, slumping over.

               “For the love of Primus, am I able to get any work done around here without constantly being interrupted?!”

               That’s my cue to leave, Jack thought. He quickly hurried down the halls, not wanting to be the next victim of Ratchet’s frustration. He knew the medic only meant well, and that his work was important to him.

               Still, he internally wished Ratchet had more patience. Even if he didn’t scare Jack, it was still unpleasant to be around the old bot when he was not in a good mood.

               Speaking of which….

               Jack came upon Optimus’s berth room, which was closed. He sucked in a breath, raising his arm to knock. Hesitation pulled his arm back after a second.

               What if he is just resting? I’d be pretty ticked if someone interrupted my long nap…

               A memory of Miko pushing him off the couch as a prank resurfaced. He remembered feeling frustrated more than anything else. Of course, she’d apologized, but that wasn’t really going to give him back those precious minutes of sleep.

               He rolled his eyes. “What can you expect when you’re friends with Miko Nakadai, right?” He murmured, raising his arm again. But for the sake of satisfying my own curiosities, at least—

               “Hey, Optimus?” Jack called, knocking lightly. When he received no response for a few minutes, he sighed and knocked again—this time, a bit louder. “Optimus!! Are you okay in there?”

               There was a rustling noise from behind the door, but still no response. Jack decided to stop knocking. He put his back against the metal and slid to the floor. Maybe simply talking it out would help.

               “You know, everyone’s kinda worried about you…” He sighed again, laughing a little. “Oh, and Ratchet’s kinda mad you didn’t even acknowledge him. So…you’re probably gonna have to apologize for that later…”

               The boy bowed his head a little. It was possible Optimus wanted to be left alone right now. Coming to bother him might have been a mistake. Jack began to think up other ways he and the others could figure out—

               “Jack.”

               Optimus spoke at last, his voice sounding calm—completely level, actually. Instantly, the teen sprang to his feet and answered.

               “Optimus! Ok, good. You’re alive, then,” he joked. When the Prime didn’t respond to his jest—naturally—Jack shook his head and chuckled quietly. “It’s ok, I was joking. Anyway—do you….wanna talk? Is everything ok? You seemed kind of sad when you came through the bridge…and you didn’t even tell us how it went…”

               Didn’t tell us anything, actually, but I’ll leave that part out. I’m sure Optimus doesn’t want to be guilted for stuff at the moment.

               There was another noise—it sounded a little more desperate before it abruptly came to a stop. Then, the Autobot leader’s hefty footsteps began to approach the door. Jack backed away, glad that his efforts seemed to have paid off. The large metal sheet slid upwards, revealing Optimus’ huge figure.

               His face was completely expressionless, but he mustered a somewhat warm look when he gazed at Jack.

               Well, at least Optimus said something and…opened his door, Jack consoled himself mentally. Even though I still don’t know what’s bothering him. Guess we’ll just have to wait for him to tell us…

               “I will go apologize to Ratchet. It was not my intention to offend him…” He started out the door and down the hall. Then, he paused to face Jack for a moment as he added, “And my apologies also to you, I did not mean to worry anyone. Thank you for coming to get me.”

               “Oh—no, don’t worry about that, Optimus. It’s fine.”

               The Prime nodded briefly, saying nothing more. Jack watched him go. Now, he was even more confused than before.

               So why were you acting weird when you got back to base?

               By coincidence, his gaze happened to wander to Optimus’ open berth room. Jack had the sudden realization that he’d never seen Optimus’s berthroom before. Actually, he hadn’t seen any of the bots’ rooms since he’d known about their base.

               He left the door open, it wouldn’t hurt to go take a look…I think?

               Quietly, he padded inside. Taking a moment to look around, Jack noted that it was quite a huge space—way bigger than he’d expected from the size of the door.

It was also very….bare.

               No posters, furnishings, or anything other than the walls, his berth, and a small shelf. On that shelf, there was nothing except for some mystery object shoved in the corner, covered by an old blue cloth.

               “Exactly what you’d expect from a guy like Optimus,” Jack remarked to himself. He sighed and began to walk away, when suddenly a noise snapped his attention back around.

               Back to the shelf.

               Back to the blue cloth.

               A noise that had come from….

               “What is that thing?” Jack murmured to himself as he drew close to it again.

               He jumped back as it vibrated and briefly glowed a bright blue. It seemed to come back to life as a steady humming filled the air of the room. The teen came to a halt right in front of the shelf, placing his hands on his hips as he stared at it, curious and confused.

               Was he trying to hide this? Jack wanted even more to know what it did—what it was.

               And while he stared at it, the object beneath the cloth made another noise.

               “Roadwork ahead?? Uh, YEAH, I sure hope it does!”

               For a moment, Jack stood immobile. Then, he burst into laughter.  

               Optimus was watching vines….he was watching vines….Optimus Prime was watching vines.

               He suddenly remembered what had happened to his mom when she watched vine for the first time. For at least two long, painful weeks, the only things she said were vine quotes—in a failed attempt to be funny. 

               Optimus was watching….vines….oh no.

               Jack turned on his heel and sprinted down the halls.

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I’ll edit and fix stuff later; I’m in class rn lolol :’D

Thx for reading!! Feedback is always appreciated~

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[uh-drarry]

Can i ask what the difference between ace and aro is? If not thats totally fine! I was just curious, have a lovely day ♥️

Of course!! I hope you are having a lovely day as well, nonnie. Thanks for the ask! I’m not an expert but I have done a lot of research since realizing I was both ace and aro but I only recently realized this within the last six months so I’m going to give kind of broad terms and they both definitely have more definitive terms depending on the person using them. Ace is short for Asexual. Aro is short for Aromantic. (As I type this Aromantic is showing as a spelling error, and if that doesn’t tell you anything about how underrepresented that community is idk what will). This got a bit long, so I am putting it all under the cut.

Asexual people feel little to no sexual attraction. The opposite of this is Allosexual, meaning you do feel sexual attraction. Asexual is an umbrella term and there’s many micro labels under it as well. This doesn’t mean aces don’t have a libido though. Some people have high or low libidos and are still Ace because it’s about sexual attraction. Asexual people sometimes define themselves as one of the following, sex favorable (does enjoy sex, but possibly won’t initiate it themselves, or they could live without it but are happy to partake as far as I understand), sex positive (this can mean the previous, or, like me, they encourage others to have sex if they want it, and believe safe sex should be taught, etc.), sex neutral (they might enjoy sex, but eh, that’s cool if they never do it again, or ever), and sex repulsed (might get nauseous at the thought of it, never wants to partake, depending who they are they might not want to see it, hear it, watch it, etc even within media, nothing). Back to feeling or not feeling sexual attraction, for example, I have never once looked at, say Chris Hemsworth or Zendaya, and thought “Yeah, they turn me on, I’d have sex with them.” (Honestly the fact that I really had to think to come up with names there, which I think it very telling, I’m laughing at myself). *oversharing probably but trying to help people understand, sorry* Despite the my lack of sexual attraction to anyone, I do feel things, for example, when I read smut or something similar. Ace people might get themselves off, have sex, or never do anything of the sort down there. That kind of thing is about feeling good, you don’t have to think your partner or whatever is sexy in order to do that. If anyone wants to do their own research, AVEN.com (Asexual Visibility and Education Network) is probably a good starting point, or I can rec some blogs here.

Aromantic people feel little to no romantic attraction. Very different from feeling sexual attraction, yes? Basically, take all of what I wrote about being Ace and exchange sex with romance and that’s an aromantic person. I will explain anyway. Just like allosexual, alloromantic people are people who do feel romantic attraction. Romantic attraction is when you want to do romantic coded things with people. Of course romance is a bit harder to define than sex, so it can mean a lot of things to different people. Kissing can be seen as romantic to one person, and another aro person could really enjoy kissing others for example. Personally, I get pretty uncomfortable in romantic situations regarding myself and someone else, which I would probably define as being Romance Repulsed. After learning what this term meant and reading some about it, I really thought of my experiences. I’m pretty sure I’ve never had a crush on anyone, relationships (the brief two that I’ve had) really just felt like friendships. I didn’t initiate anything besides maybe handholding because I didn’t know what to do, or I didn’t even realize that was a thing that most people in that situation would be doing at that point in a relationship. I felt very uncomfortable when a ex tried to take a kiss further than a peck, among other things. Again, being Aromantic doesn’t mean aro people automatically will never have or want romantic relationships. They just don’t feel those feels for people usually. Like AVEN for asexuals, there’s Arocalypse.com for aro people. I have less blogs to rec here, but I can rec some if someone wants it.

There are good examples of different types of attraction, I personally feel platonic attraction which would be the desire to be someone’s friend, as well as aesthetic attraction which is defined below.

People can be one, or both, or neither. I am both, AroAce. People in these communities often use the Split Attraction Model (SAM). Which would be like someone stating that they are Asexual Homoromantic, or Aromantic Heterosexual, or Aromantic Pansexual, among many other combos.

Because I do feel aesthetic attraction, pretty much solely towards women, I define myself as an Oriented AroAce, or Lesbian AroAce. If I ever did end up in a relationship with someone, I can only ever imagine it to be with a woman. Again though, that’s just one microlable among so many that are out there.

This is a huge list of identities and labels, it overwhelms be tbh, but I’m linking it here anyway because it’s very informative.

I assume this ask was in response my reblog here. Yes I get very annoyed when people treat these two orientations as the same thing, despite me identifying as both. As I hope you can now see, they are very different things. A lot of the time, I enjoy reading about romance and sometimes sexual relationships, but sometimes I want to read other peoples thoughts, fics, posts, etc about only one of these and the Aro/Aromanticism tag is flooded with posts about asexuality which really doesn’t help people who are trying to learn about aromanticism or wanting specific content.

One more point before I wrap this up. I read a book because I wanted to see if it’d help me know for sure if I was demisexual (definition can be found in the huge list I linked two paragraphs up, or on google), and it actually made me realize I was aroace and I am forever grateful for it so I will rec it here. It’s called Loveless by @aliceoseman and it has quickly become my favorite book. So if anyone wants to read about a fictional character realizing they’re aroace, this is a fantastic book. I related so much to Georgia, it’s crazy. Also her other works are fantastic.

Remember you are not alone! Experts believe that 1% of the population is ace (and I think it’s the same for aro people) and that might sound like no one but, guys, theres 7.8 billion people on this planet. That means theres 78 million people like us! I ended up finding a lot of ace people to follow on twitter as well by the way.

This might be a hot take to some but the A in LGBTQIA+ does not mean ally! It’s for Asexual, Aromantic, and Agender! And we do belong in the queer community because the queer community is for people who aren’t straight, cis, or amatonormative. Wow, I hope this all makes sense, if any of you are confused or have more thoughts, or I messed something up, UNLESS YOU’RE BEING APHOBIC, add your thoughts, or message me!

Side note: Do please send me recs of people to follow, books, fics, shows, whatever, I am always searching for new content within these orientations!

#this was a lot #I've spent more than an hour on this lol #asexual #asexuality #ace #aro #aromantic #aromanticism #split attraction model #queer #lgbtqia #lgbtqia+ #aven #arocalypse

[playitaagain]

pretend enough (and it may just become reality)

For: @lemon-patches

Prompt: #31 “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

Warning: underage drinking, swearing, JJ kissing a lot of people that aren’t Pope, so some angst for sure, i’m a terrible editor, so probably some grammar/spelling errors

Author’s Note: Thanks so much for requesting! I really appreciate it. Kie is my go to matchmaker (literally wrote a fic about it called matchmaker) and here she is doing her thing and trying to help these idiot boys realize their feelings.

This takes place after the season final minus the whole Kie/Pope thing that happened. I’m pretty much ignoring that.

Feel free to request. Here is my post about it. 

If JJ squeeze his eyes closed tight enough, he can pretend there are a pair of dark eyes in front of him, chapped lips pressing against his. They’re the same dark eyes that he swears can look right into his soul, read him without a word. The same pair of lips that can build him up in moments, encouragement and warmth and home lingering in the air every time he talks, even if it’s an insult on his tongue. JJ never knew an insult could sound so good, but he also knows that Pope never means it harshly.

JJ’s hands slide down a smooth back and he pretends that they’re sliding down Pope’s muscles, the one he has the pleasure of seeing almost everyday on the boat. It’s near impossible to tear his eyes away from Pope. It doesn’t even matter what they’re doing. He could be making a sandwich. It didn’t matter because JJ always found his gaze drifting toward the other. 

The soft curves were hard to ignore though and it instantly brings JJ back, out of his fantasies. The girl sitting on his lap is easy, warm and inviting. She’s everything JJ used to want in a boneyard party, but he hasn’t in a long time. Actually, longer than he is ever willing to admit to himself. There was no way he would have passed this opportunity up before everything, before the gold. There was no way he would have let his mind wonder to Pope like he let it now, even thought he had known long before the gold he held some feelings for his best friend.

JJ pulls away when a soft moan leaves the girls lips, frown tugging down his lips as she latches herself onto his neck. He sighs, giving the girl a soft push away from him. She furrows her brows and he simply shake his head. The huff that leaves her lips just has JJ sitting back, allowing the girl to slip off his lap and go find another person to latch onto. 

“I’ve never seen you turn down a willing touron before,” Kie says, sitting next to him. She has two solo cups and she goes to hand him one. He downs the liquid in the cup as he shrugs his shoulders. 

“Didn’t feel like it,” he mumbles, digging around in his pocket for anything to get his mind off of Pope. He comes up empty handed though, supplies hidden away from the Heyward’s in the back of Pope’s closet. He forgot to grab it on their way out and he’s cursing himself now. 

Kie doesn’t seem to fall for his statement though, frown tugging down her lips as JJ pushes himself up. The keg is only a few feet away and he is quick to fill his cup, Kie’s voice loud over the sound of the music. “That’s not it. What’s wrong?” And JJ wants to tell her, wants to tell someone, but he glances over at Pope, sitting awkwardly on the other side of the fire. There is a girl next to him, but he doesn’t look too engaged in the conversation. He actually looks pretty annoyed, like he just wants to get away from her. 

“It’s nothing. I’m going to head out actually. It looks like Pope needs your help more than me.”

He leaves without another word.

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The hand on JJ’s shoulder catches his attention and he frowns, turning to find a beautiful touron smiling at him. She’s everything he used to go for, but he isn’t really in the mood right now. The fire is starting to go out, the party fading in the background as he talks to Kie. They had recently gotten an update from John B in the Bahamas and the two of them where in a pretty deep conversation about it. 

“Do you want to dance?” JJ can hear the innuendo in her voice, because he knows she doesn’t just want to dance. She’s here to have a good time and she wants JJ to give it to her. 

He can’t help but glance over though, Pope on Kie’s other side. He’s been worried about his summer reading the last few days and is sitting with a notebook in his lap as he scribbles down words for a report on one of the books. It was the only way JJ could convince him to go, but it also met that Pope was occupied most of the night. He had barely even spared JJ a glance when JJ asked if he wanted to smoke. 

JJ glances at Kie next and she looks a bit confused, eyebrows raised as she glances over at Pope and back to JJ. JJ has always hated how perceptive Kie was, always able to read the three of them. He can see it in her eyes, the questioning look, the way she just knows something is up. JJ has been kind of shit at hiding his feelings lately, because Pope was Pope and JJ couldn’t help but find himself watching the other closely, listening to the other ramble on about school and college and work. 

He doesn’t linger on it though, simply glances back to the girl as he nods, letting her lead him out to dance. If he tries hard enough he can pretend Pope is in front of him, body presses close and lips on his neck. 

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Kie watches JJ walk away, frown pulling down her lips. JJ has been acting weird the last few parties they’ve attended. Kie has never supported his sleeping around, but it’s unusual for JJ not to. The other was known around the cut for sleeping with anything that walked. 

It’s one glance over at Pope that seems to solidify her suspicions. The other has finally looked up from his notebook, pen in hand and knees draw up as he looks over the top. He looks dejected, sad and Kie is pretty sure she has seen that same look on JJ’s face the last few weeks directed at Pope. 

Shit. She can’t believe she didn’t realize this sooner. The two boys had only grown closer since they moved in together. Kie had started to notices there were some lingering glances and more touching on JJ’s end, but she hadn’t realized how much it was affecting the boy.

She was going to have to help these two idiots get together.

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JJ is pressing the touron into the nearby tree, lips dragging down her neck, eyes closed as he pretends to drag his tongue over dark skin. He lets his finger wonder down her side, rest along the strip of bare skin between her short ass shorts and her top. It’s always the noise though, high and annoying that seem to get to him, causing him to pull away. It’s hard to pretend it’s Pope when they start to make noise, not that he would even know what Pope sounds like in a situation like this. 

He doesn’t even have to tell the girl to go away, because Kie is tapping on his shoulder, giving the girl a death glare until she tugs down her shirt and walks away from them. He wants to turn and tell Kie to fuck off, like he would have before the gold hunt, like he should be doing now to cover his tracks, but he doesn’t have it in him today. 

“You’re being a fucking idiot.” And ok. JJ probably deserves that, but he isn’t exactly sure what she is referring too. 

“What did I do this time?” Because he just wants to go home now and curl up in bed. He would prefer to curl up in Pope’s bed, has after a nightmare, but he knows he can’t so he’ll settle for the makeshift bed on the floor, because being close to Pope is better than nothing. 

“Stop hurting Pope you dumbass.” And that confuses JJ even more. His face must show it too because Kie is smacking his arm, turning to point to the boy in question. JJ doesn’t think he looks much different than usual, a bit awkward and out of place. At least he didn’t bring his notebook this time around to do his school work. 

“How am I hurting him?” 

“You’re an idiot,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. She doesn’t explain further as she walks away from him, plopping herself down next to Pope. She takes the beer out of his hand and takes a long sip before handing it back. 

JJ doesn’t dwell on it as he makes his way over to the two of them. Pope looks up at him and he swear he can see the hurt in his eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by a small smile as the beer seems to settle in. 

JJ doesn’t go home with a touron that night

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The hand on his shoulder startles him, lost in thought as he absentmindedly makes shapes in the sand. Pope takes the seat next to him, glancing back at the party. JJ would usually be in the middle of all those people, flirting with anything that walked, but all he wanted to do was go home and hang out with Pope. The parties and drugs used to help turn his brain off, forget about his hard life, but after a while, Pope started to do the same thing. He was able to make him forget about his shitty life. 

“That touron was cute,” Pope says, awkward and a little uncomfortable. JJ had recently brushed off a touron, annoyed and simply done with her persistent cries for help. 

The way Pope is looking at him though, a little hurt and awkward. He looks like he didn’t actually want to ask him, was simply asking him to make conversation, what used to be normal conversation between the two of them. It didn’t seem so normal now though. 

JJ thinks back to Kie’s words the other night and searches Pope’s face. He doesn’t know why, but he feels like now is the time. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you,” JJ says, not taking his eyes off Pope. 

He watches the shock play over Pope’s face, multiple emotions flickering as he searches JJ’s. JJ lets him process the words, knowing Pope will need a moment to formulate his own. The other has never had much of a talent with words and JJ knows he just dropped a bomb. 

He doesn’t expect Pope to lean forward, to finally feel those chapped lips press against his, soft and tentative. He can tell Pope’s nervous, knows the other hasn’t kissed many people and JJ takes the lead, head tipping slightly for a better angle, finger moving to brush the other’s cheek.

For the first time, JJ doesn’t have to pretend. He doesn’t have to guess what it would be like to have Pope kissing him. He doesn’t have to pull away because the wrong sounds are leaving the wrong pair of lips. He doesn’t have to because Pope is actually kissing him, nervous and warm and JJ suddenly regrets not doing this earlier. Kissing Pope felt like home, like this was where he was met to be. This was everything he wanted. 

The low groan that leaves Pope’s lips has JJ shifting closer, handing dragging up Pope’s back and suddenly he gets to touch those muscles that he has spent weeks admiring. It’s nothing like kissing a random touron, pretending to know what the other felt like under his finger tips. 

Pope is the first to pull away, breath heavy and forehead pressed to JJ’s. “Shit,” he mumbles and JJ can’t help but agree. 

JJ lets his eyes flutter open, blue meeting the dark brown in front of him. This is everything he could have imagined and so much more. “Wanna head home?” Pope nods, letting JJ take his hand as they walk along the beach. They text Kie when they get back, telling her not to wait up. She texts back a few seconds later. It reads ‘FINALLY.’ They simply chuckle as they fall into bed together. JJ finally gets to sleep next to Pope without the excuse of a nightmare with the added benefits of lips pressed against his as they drift off. 

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[wroteasongabouther]

>> an ending for nerd!harry <<

authors note: basically people seemed to be really liked my nerd!harry blurbs and it was my most requested to continue during my hiatus so i wrote this :) apologies for any spelling errors or anything i’m a bit rusty at all this lol *also the imagine above is not mine*

please come talk to me about it!

word count: 6k

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Y/N transfer from UCLA to Yale was proving everyone right it seemed, cause my god was it ever hard.

She had lost her way four times already it it was only her first day of classes. Thankfully she had two hours before her final class for the day and she remembered how to get to the Starbucks she had seen earlier in the morning during one of the many detours she had to take due to getting lost. Y/N starts debating over a tea or a coffee, then has to stop herself from ordering a cake pop as she sees them in the glass display.

“And a cake pop please,” she says without thinking twice.

It’s as she’s waiting for her name to be called that she sees him. How could she not notice him, he was her first love after all, and she swore no one carried themselves the way that Harry did. She watched as he held the door open for the person behind him, then giving the stranger a smile before getting in line. She watched as he pondered over the menu, pushing his glasses up his nose and rubbing his chin with his ring covered fingers.

Out of no where he fishes a pen from his front pocket and opens the notebook that was in his other hand - jotting down something that must’ve come to his mind suddenly. She remembers how he would do that often, randomly figuring out a solution to a math problem or maybe a sentence he could use in an upcoming essay.

“Y/N,” the barista says loudly, causing her to blink rapidly and quit her staring.

She smiles at the young man that hands her her drink and reaches for a straw before turning on the heels of her boots. Y/N is ready to leave the coffee shop and forget she had seen Harry all together, unsure if he’d want to even speak to her to be honest. But as she turns around she sees Harry has left the line and he only a foot away from her now.

“Hi,” she says softly with a smile.

“Hey,” Harry’s corners of his lips tug up just a little. “Can’t say I expected to see you here,” he states, his head tilting as he seems to be taking in her facial features. She worn less makeup now, instead just a few swipes of mascara and some light face makeup.

“Yeah, I uh, I just transferred actually,” she tells him, biting down on the inside of her cheek afterwards.

“You should’ve messaged me, I could’ve showed you around, maybe,” he says.

She had thought of finding Harry’s Facebook profile and sending him a message. But then like any other time she thought of him she got sad. She imagined that Harry would decline, probably still think the worst of her after how she had broken his heart and all. Cause breaking his heart broke hers too, but she just couldn’t do the long distance and the fighting got so bad. Y/N’s thoughts are broken up as she sees a short brunette step up beside Harry, a smile that would typically be contagious she’s sure but Y/N’s body filled with jealously immediately.

“Hey, whatcha order?” She asks him, her voice causes Harry to finally break his gaze from Y/N down to look at the brunette now.

“I, um,” he pauses and glances behind him at the line he had abandoned for Y/N. “I actually haven’t ordered anything yet,” he says.

When he looks back towards Y/N she feels like dropping down and crawling away and never seeing the light of day again. Harry had moved on. And she should have known after two years that he would do so. But it hurt, gut wrenching at the mere thoughts that someone else got to experience love with Harry. It’s then that the brunette looks at Y/N, in which she gives her a smile that Y/N only matches to be polite.

“Bec, this is Y/N,” Harry states. So her name was Bec, and she officially hated that name.

“Oh,” Bec’s eyebrows fly up at the introduction Harry had made. Her reaction causes Y/N’s stomach to twist and turn, had Harry spoke about his ex girlfriend with his current girlfriend enough for a reaction like that? Or did he just explain how Y/N broke his heart. “It’s so lovely to meet you, I didn’t realize you went to Yale,” she exclaims.

“I don’t,” Y/N says quickly, realizing her mistake as she shuts her eyes and shakes her head before looking back at Harry briefly then back to Bec. “I mean I didn’t, but I just transferred for my third year,” she explains.

“That’s awesome, Yale is great,” Bec smiles, then she nudges Harry with her elbow, “right H?”

Y/N remembers when she used to call him that, and how it caused a blush to raise to his cheeks at first before he got used to the nickname. Y/N bites her lip as she looks up at Harry again. He’s already looking at her, maybe thinking of the same thing. But she doubted it.

“Yeah, it’s been great,” he agrees with Bec.

“Alright, well I’m going to go actually, lots of unpacking still and organizing,” Y/N blabbers while jabbing her thumb over her shoulder. She doesn’t even say goodbye, probably looking like an absolute idiot. But that’s what she was. Like who was she to think she could just transfer to Yale and expect to not see her ex boyfriend? Y/N simply didn’t expect to see him on her first day. She shakes her head and sips on her drink, the ice half melted already, as she walks down the sidewalk.

“Y/N,” Harry calls from behind her, causing her to look back over her shoulder. “Wait a sec,” he adds as he catches up to her and she stops walking.

“Yeah?” She asks, trying her hardest to not chew on her lip or inner cheek anymore.

“I-I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat, to uh, to catch up maybe?” Harry sounds like the nervous boy she once became infatuated with. The thought brings a smile to her face.

“I have my last class of the day, in about an hour still,” she states.

“Then after?”

The hopeful look in his eyes confuses Y/N like no tomorrow. She narrows her eyes and points back to the Starbucks. “What about Bec?” She asks.

Harry furrows his brows and shakes his head, “what about her?”

“Well she’s your girlfriend isn’t she?”

“Oh,” Harry pauses and seems to be holding back a smile or something. She remembers how he’d smile at the mention of her being his girlfriend. “No, she’s just my flat mate,” he states.

“Oh,” this time it’s Y/N’s turn to say.

Heat creeps to her cheeks as she feels the embarrassment settle in. And here she had been immediately jealous at the mere thought of Harry having a girlfriend. But just cause Bec isn’t his girlfriend doesn’t mean he doesn’t have one at all. You broke up with him Y/N, she reminds herself as her thoughts go crazy again. Y/N licks her lips and meets Harry’s eyes again, he is smiling now. The slight makes her heart quicken.

“So dinner later then?” Harry asks again.

“Um,” Y/N does bite her lip now as she contemplates saying yes. “Sure, yeah, we could grab some dinner later,” she finally answers while nodding her head.

“Awesome,” Harry smiles, “still got the same number?”

She nods, a little surprised he hadn’t deleted her contact after their break up. Harry smiles and then they say a quick goodbye before she’s off to her final class - only a whole hour early but she couldn’t be around Harry any longer than she had. Because only that short interaction and she was all in her head about the past. Reliving the memories of Harry, both the good and the bad.

~~~~

Three and a half years ago...

“You know, we’ve uh, we’ve been hanging out a lot. Like one on one too and not just for studying and I just thought maybe you felt the same way as I do about you-”

“I do,” Y/N can’t stop smiling as the boy she’s got the biggest crush on ever stutters over his words. Harry smiles back, nodding his head before looking back down at his hands in his lap.

“Would you be my girlfriend, Y/N?” He asks, eyes flashing back up to meet hers.

Y/N’s smiles grows - if it’s even possible - then she’s reaching for his hands in his lap and intertwining their fingers together. She immediately takes notes of the cool metal from the ring she had bought him for his birthday only last month. Harry wore it every single day. The one single ring on his middle finger, a simple silver band with the word ‘peace’ engraved on it. Y/N saw it and thought of Harry right away, buying it a whole month before it was even his birthday. That January was 3 months into their blossoming friendship that started one cool October night at the bonfire.

It really only took her 3 weeks tops to fall for the adorable Brit, but after 3 months she knew she loved him. And now after 4 months, he was finally asking her to be his. Y/N wasn’t really upset about the waiting, she always knew they’d become a couple one day and she wanted all the days after too.

“Yes,” Y/N says through her grinning, squeezing his hands in hers before spontaneously bringing her hands up to both sides of his face gently.

Y/N and Harry had only kissed 5 times in the past 4 months. 3 times while drunk, them both blushing like fools and wiping the saliva from their lips afterwards. Twice it was a simple peck on the lips, leaving Harry stunned both times with a smile and wide eyes. And once was like this moment right now. Slow, like they were savouring each other, her hands brushing into his hair while his inched closer to her bum. Then they broke away to catch their breath, looking into one another’s eyes and smiling.

On March the 2nd of their junior year, Harry asked Y/N to be his girlfriend and at that moment she never imagined them not being together - ever.

>><<

The Following Week...

“Okay intervention time,” Y/N’s friends all crowd her. “You can’t seriously want to like date Harry can you? I mean he’s a serious loser, like wears Game of Thrones T-shirts kind of loser,”

“He’s a great guy,” Y/N says, closing her locker and looking at the few friends around her.

“Yeah but he’s so out of your league,”

“No he’s not,”

“Are you kidding me?” One of her friends snort, “he so is, Y/N, what are you blind and stupid now?”

Y/N rolls her eyes and shakes her head at her so-called friends. This was why she couldn’t be happier for high school to be over. She was over these judgemental childish games that they loved to play. Maybe at one point she could laugh along and let it slide, but not anymore. Now she realized that it wasn’t about fitting it, it was about being happy. And Harry made her really freaking happy.

“Whatever,” Y/N sighs, “I’m dating Harry, and I could care less if you like it or not,”

And with that, she walks away to her class as the bell rings around the halls. Y/N turns into her class, ignoring the looks from Chad and his friends and walking right back to the table that Harry was sitting at with a couple of his friends. She smiles and takes the seat next to him.

“Hey,” he says, mirroring her smile.

“Hey,” she echoes.

“How was your last class?”

“Meh,” she shrugs, “cared more about this one,” she admits to her boyfriend. Queue inner sigh and heart eyes as she watches her boyfriend bite down on his pen to shuffle out his binder from her backpack. Screw whatever anyone else thought, Harry was not out of Y/N’s league.

“Did you get the homework done last night?” Harry asks, snapping her back to reality.

“Shit,” she curses while flipping through her papers. Suddenly a filled out sheet is in front of her blank one. Y/N looks over at Harry, smiling at him, “thank you, I owe you, again,” she whispers as their teacher begins to speak.

“No you don’t,” Harry shrugs.

Y/N smiles at her boyfriend before copying down his smart as hell answers that she would have never gotten on her own.

>><<

One Year Later....

“Wh-What is this?” Harry stutters. Y/N knows what he had catch sight of. She thought she got rid of all of it, but the instructions must’ve been left behind in her trash bin in the en suite of her bedroom.

She stays silent, totally unsure of how to tell her boyfriend of 1 year that she had a freaking pregnancy scare. Hence her trying to just get rid of it all and not telling him. Y/N is in her own head for so long before she looks up at Harry. He is holding the piece of paper that told her how to pee on a stick and how long to wait for the results. My god the look on his face, she thinks as her eyes sting with threatening tears. She notices Harry’s eyes drift down to her stomach.

“You’re p-pregnant?”

A tear falls down her face as her mouth gapes open but no words come out. Harry drops the paper on the floor and makes the few steps to be beside her now. He sits down beside her on the bed and puts his hand on hers that’s resting on her knee. His other hand, the one with the silver ring she got him that now had a red ruby jewelry ring beside it, reached up to cup her cheek. He pushes her face gently till her eyes meet his.

“We’ll get through this together. What-whatever you chose, to keep it or to-“

“I’m not pregnant,” Y/N blurts out.

“Oh,” Harry says.

“It was just like a scare I guess, my period was like five days late and I got nervous,” Y/N explains. Harry brushes away her tears before dropping his hand from her face. That’s when she noticed the change in his expression.

“When?” He questions. Y/N furrows her brows.

“What?”

“When did you have the scare?” He asks further, taking his hand off her knee now.

“Like last week,” she states.

“You-you weren’t going to tell me?” He questions. “I’m-I’m your boyfriend, Y/N, and I love you and would be there through anything with you and for you,” he’s hurt, she knows by the tone of his voice. He’s only ever gotten upset with her once before, she cried then too. Y/N reaches up to wipe her own tears this time, sniffling as she forces herself to look into Harry’s eyes.

“It-it was a scare,” she sniffles again, wiping her nose on the cuff of her sweater.

“Well you still should have told me,” he’s raising his voice again.

“I know,” she croaks, holding back a sob.

“I mean I’m obviously not ready to be a father but I could’ve helped you,” Harry begins to ramble again. “This isn’t something you can’t just fucking hide from me, Y/N,”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Y/N says, grabbing for his hands again but he moves. Standing up from her bed and grabbing his backpack from by her desk. “What-where are you going?”

“I just need some space to think,” he mutters before opening her bedroom door and closing it shut behind him.

Y/N hears the echo of his footsteps going down the staircase, the sound of the front door opening and closing and then the beep of him hitting the lock button on the key pad. When she sees his car drive down the street and away from her house she lets herself cry. Laying back in her bed, curling up into a ball and full on sobbing as she replayed the fight her and Harry just had.

Their first big fight, something she prayed didn’t jeopardize their relationship.

The next day she doesn’t wake up to her usual good morning text with an estimated time Harry would pick her up for school. So she finds herself reaching for an oversized crew neck sweater and leggings, throwing her hair up into a bun and not putting any makeup on her face. When she’s brushing her teeth she notices how puffy and red her eyes are from all the crying she had done the night before. Y/N sighs and slowly makes her way downstairs, grabs a banana for breakfast then walks down the hall to her moms studio.

It’s 8:30 in the morning but she can tell her moms been painting for hours, by the paint in her hair and the smile on her face. But when her mom looks over at whom opened her studio door and sees her daughter frowning her smile wipes away.

“Mom, can you drive me to school?” Y/N asks in a quietly voice.

“Is Harry sick or something?” Her mom questions, standing up to where the en suite was for what would traditionally be a guest bedroom.

“We uh,” she pauses and takes a deep breath, “we had a fight,” her eyes fall to the ground before she can take in whatever expression her mom gives her.

“Let me grab my keys and we’ll go,” she says softly, stepping past Y/N but first leaving a kiss to the crown of her head. Y/N nods and follows after her mom.

Her mom doesn’t ask any questions till about half way through the drive. Y/N sighs and looks towards her mom instead of out the window like she had been. She debates telling her mom the truth. She was her best friend after all - but she was also her mom. Before she can over think it too much, she tells her.

“I-I took a pregnancy test,” Y/N states.

Y/N grips the car door as her mom swerves the car slightly. She shuts her eyes and prepares for her mom to go all hellish on her. But it doesn’t come. She opens her eyes again to look to her mom, she’s simply staring out the front window and flicks on her turn signal.

“What were the results?” She asks.

“Negative,” Y/N doesn’t miss a beat to tell her that much.

Her mom doesn’t hold back on letting out a long deep breath, blowing a piece of her paint covered hair. Then she’s chuckling to herself, turning the wheel into the school parking lot and instead of pulling up to the front like she typically would she parks in one of the stalls. After putting the car in park she turns to face Y/N.

“I’m assuming you’re using protection and being safe and that it was just a case where you got scared your period was a bit late,” Y/N nods. “And Harry got upset?” Y/N nods again.

“He was,” she pauses as she feels her eyes water again, “he was good about the potential pregnancy and wanted to help, just didn’t take it too well that I wasn’t planning to tell him I had a scare,” she explains. Her mom nods now, rolling her lips into her mouth before letting them go to smile. She reaches over the console to hold Y/N’s hands.

“Now tell me what high school boyfriend would take a teen pregnancy well? I got pregnant right after graduation and your father still didn’t want anything to do with it all,” Y/N bites her inner cheek at the mention of her father. They didn’t have a bad relationship, he would come around for birthdays and would come for some visits. But he had his own family now, one Y/N never really felt like she fit into.

“So think about that, okay, the fact he was ready to help is amazing. Don’t worry your pretty little mind too much, that boy loves you beyond this world and you’ll be fine by the end of the day, okay?” Her mom exclaims, rubbing her daughters hands.

Y/N nods and just then the school bell rings. She hugs her mom awkwardly, saying their I love yous and goodbyes before Y/N has to face this day on her own. Her mom was right of course, because right before last period as Y/N is reaching in her locker she sees Harry walking towards her. She closes her locker and holds onto her binder, looking at the small heart with H.S. in the middle she had drawn in the top left hand corner.

“Hi,” she says softly.

“Hey,” Harry sighs, stopping right in front of her. “Sorry I didn’t pick you up this morning,” he says.

Y/N shrugs and hugs her binder closer to her chest, “it’s alright, think my mom misses our morning drives,” she states.

“Oh, she can drive you more often than,” Harry says so nonchalantly that Y/N swears her heart stops. Her mouth goes dry at the thought of her and Harry breaking up.

“Are-are you breaking up with me?” She questions.

Harry’s eyes widen and he reaches forward to touch her arms, “god, no,” he says. Y/N let’s out a deep breath and nods. “I just needed the space to think about what happened, and I did that, and I get why you didn’t want to tell me,” he explains. His hands are rubbing up and down her arms gently now, his body closer as they seem to be in their own world in the slightly crowded hallway.

“I was scared, H,” she says just above a whisper.

“I know,” he whispers back, “I’m sorry for getting upset,”

“Well I’m sorry for not telling you,”

Harry leans forward and they share a kiss, not too long since they are still in public in their high school hallway and all. When they lean back to look at one another they’re both smiling. Y/N takes notice of how he’s wearing contacts today, the green of his eyes particularly lovely when he did so. She opens her mouth to tell him she loves him when someone decided to join their moment.

“Hey guys,” Harry’s friend - and now hers too she supposed - Trevor, says with a smile.

Harry takes a slight step back from Y/N and looks at his friend. “Hey, what’s up?” He asks.

“The bell rang, we’ve got last period together today,” he states to Harry.

They hadn’t even noticed that the bell had rung or that the hallway was clearing out. Y/N fixes the strap of her purse and holds her binder with one hand now. She takes one step back and gives the two boys a smile.

“I should go to class too,” she says.

“I’ll see you after,” Harry smiles. She nods and turns on her heels to where her class was at the end of the hall. She’s not surprised when she hears Trevor speak before she’s out of hearing range.

“I still can’t believe you two are together, like some princess and the servant boy type shit ya know,” Trevor says. Y/N chuckles to herself and turns into her class with a smile.

>><<

The Following Month...

Applying for universities was something Y/N had been dreading for her entire time in high school. She was one of those kids that had no clue what she wanted to do with the rest of her life and didn’t know where she wanted to apply. Add how bad her grades were and these past couple months before applications deadlines were terrible. What was even worse was that her boyfriend knew exactly where he was applying and what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Harry had talked about Yale for as long as uni talk started.

But Y/N knew one thing for sure - she wasn’t going to get accepted into a top Ivy League school like Yale.

It had been just over a month since their first real fight, about the pregnancy scare, and things were back to being great. Till any time applying for university was brought up. Harry would mention the deadline for Yale, clearly meaning for her to get her application in, and Y/N would simply stay quiet or change the subject all together. She obviously didn’t want to be apart from Harry, she just was grasping the fact it was going to happen regardless of anything she did or said.

“Hello?” Harry waved a hand in front of her face, snapping her back into reality.

“Sorry,” Y/N mutters and looks back down at her bio homework they were working on in Harry’s back yard. The sun was shining and his family was gone for the weekend, meaning they had the house to themselves.

“Whatever,” Harry mumbles back through his teeth, annoyance clear as day in his voice.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just kinda annoyed,” he admits, letting out a sigh and dropping his pencil. Y/N looks up from her paper, watching as he ran a hand through his hair. “Why won’t you apply to any of the schools I want to go to? It’s like you won’t even consider it and I just get annoyed,” he explains.

“I did consider it, and then I considered how shit my grades are so I accepted the fact I won’t be going where ever you go, Harry,”

“But you don’t know unless you apply,”

“Can we just drop this, please,” she urges before looking back at her school work.

Harry doesn’t say anymore, and when she glances back up at him and sees the look in his eyes it’s like someone punched her in the gut. They both knew in a few short months this relationship would be over. Y/N couldn’t do long distance, she just knew it’d hurt too much and be too expensive to try to fly back and forth to see each other. And daily FaceTime calls would turn into maybe once a week to then only once in a while as their class work would pile up. They’d both make new friends, maybe meet someone else that made their hearts thumps a bit louder than normal. The mere thought of Harry falling in love with someone else made Y/N feel sick.

“Hey,” Harry mumbles and reaches across the table to grab onto her hand.

She states are their hands for a moment before she stands suddenly, “is there still some watermelon in the fridge?”

Y/N doesn’t wait for Harry to answer, instead she wanders off inside the house and tries to distract herself from what would eventually happen to her relationship.

>><<

The Following Week....

“Then I’ll just go to UCLA,” Harry says.

“No,”

“Wow, you really just don’t want to be with me huh? Don’t want to continue to date the loser nerd kid after high school?”

“You know that’s not it,” Y/N is fuming with anger. “I don’t want you to go to UCLA with me because I don’t want you to give up your dream of Yale for me. You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met and going to UCLA would be a waste of your stupid genius brain,”

“I’m just getting really tired of this argument, Y/N,” Harry sighs.

“Well,” Y/N pauses, “so am I,”

They go silent again, something that’s been happening more often than not between the two of them. Something that Y/N hated, she hated it so much that it hurt her every single time. Because through that silence she thought of how their relationship was going to end. How she would finally break one of these silent moment by breaking his heart.

>><<

Present Day...

Y/N was beyond nervous. She was just round the corner from where she was to meet up with Harry for dinner tonight. She was almost about to turn around and leave, send him some sort of message to apologize. But she just about ran into him instead.

“Whoa,” Harry says, reaching out to catch Y/N before she tripped on the edge of the sidewalk.

“Sorry,”

Y/N looks up at Harry, then looking down at where his cool hands touched her bare arms just under the sleeve of her shirt. Her arms looked small in his hands. Her eyes drift up his arms, now covered in some tattoos, tanned and toned - he most definitely hit up the gym since their break up. Whoa was right, Y/N thinks before she steps back out of his grasp and swallows in order to clear her dry throat.

“Shall we?” Harry motions towards the front door of the restaurant he had chosen to meet up with Y/N.

Harry was the one to find her old number and text her a time and place, when an unassigned number popped up on her phone - Siri so gracefully made the contact ‘Maybe: Harry’ as it read: ‘hey y/n, it’s harry’. Y/N’s nerves only grew as he held open the door for her and she took in the inside of this locally owned Italian restaurant just off of campus grounds.

The lighting was a bit more dim than a typical restaurant, but not totally in a romantic way just more in a relaxing sense. Every table had the large white cloth napkins neatly folding by the large plates and several utensils, wine glasses and water glasses and of course a few red roses in the middle to pull it all together. Y/N swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat - this was really beginning to feel like a date, she thought as she watched Harry speak to the hostess.

“Reservation for Harry Styles, for two,” he smiles at the young girl, maybe only a year or two younger than them. She blushes immediately and nods, clicking a few things on an iPad before grabbing a couple menus and leading the way.

“Thank you,” Y/N says to the girl as she sets down the menus. She’s about to reach for her seat but Harry’s pulling it out for her before she can do it herself. “Oh, thanks,” she mumbles nervously with a smile.

“You’re welcome,” Harry nods, walking over to his own seat now.

They sit in an awkward silence for only a few second maybe, the sounds of the restaurant filling in for them as they both thought of how to start this all off. Harry licks his lips before opening his mouth.

“How was your first day?”

“Good,” Y/N nods, “I, uh, my dad actually helped me move in since he lives close and y’know he went to Brown so me coming here was kinda exciting for him I guess.”

“Oh, that’s awesome,” Harry says, “how’s your dad doing?”

“Good, he’s good, um Trisha is pregnant again so I’ll be getting another half sibling next March I think,” Y/N shrugs and takes a sip of her water. “Otherwise he’s just doing the usual, putting people in prison and golfing. I was actually surprised he got a day off to come help me,”

“That’s nice that he did though, since he doesn’t take too much time off to see you anymore,” Harry exclaims. He knew about Y/N’s relationship with her dad, she would cry on his shoulder about her stupid daddy issues sometimes while they were dating. Y/N smiles at Harry, which he mirrors instantly, before she clears her throat and adjusts how she’s sitting.

Another moment of silence falls between them as they stare across the table at one another. Y/N noticed how he must’ve cut his hair recently, it’s short on the sides but still a wild mess of sexy waves atop of his head. She likes his glasses, the frames really suited this new grown up version of him. And his style, wow, she loved how good he looked in some tight fitted jeans, boots, a plain T-shirt and a long trench coat - he looked amazing.

“You cut your hair,” Y/N says like an idiot.

Harry subconsciously runs a hand through his hair at the mention of it. “Actually it was a lot longer than you would’ve ever seen it just last month, but then I finally let Bec cut it all off. It was like,” he watches his own hand as he tries to show Y/N just how long his hair was, “about here maybe, always put it in a bun if I could,” he states.

“I can’t imagine you with a man bun,” Y/N chuckles.

“Hey, I looked pretty good if I do say so myself,” Harry jokes. They both laugh now, causing them to be grinning like fools afterwards. “I’ve missed you,” Harry admits without a second thought.

Y/N feels her cheeks heat up while her heart aches at the memories of her breaking up with him those few years ago. She rolls her lips into her mouth and let’s out a small sigh. Harry must catch onto her hesitate reaction as he bites on his bottom lip and looks off to look for the waitress.

“I’ve missed you too, H,” Y/N says softly, “it’ll be nice to have a friend at Yale,”

Harry brings his water to his lips and takes a sip, nodding right before the waitress walks up. After they give the waitress their orders, they fall more into a casual conversation full of giggles and smiles. Y/N learnt that Harry had moved into an apartment just south of campus with his friends Bec and Julien, taking control the most in the kitchen. The thought of Harry cooking made Y/N heart ache. Harry learnt that Y/N worked her butt off her first two years of university, missing out on plenty of parties and nearly ODing on caffeine she swears - but it all paid off when both Yale and Dartmouth accepted her transfer applications.  

Y/N thanks Harry once again as they leave the restaurant and he holds open the door for her. She hugs her coat closer to her body as the cool night air hits her hard. Harry falls into step besides Y/N, thoughts banging back and forth in his head. Just do it, he thinks before taking a deep breath and letting it go quick.

“I don’t think I can just be friends with you, Y/N,” he says, causing Y/N to turn fast on her heels to look at him.

“What?”

“I-I mean that,” Harry pauses and licks his lips as he looks at his ex-girlfriend whom he hadn’t stopped thinking about. “I mean that I still care about you, and that I will always have feelings for you and now that you’re here-” he motions to where she stood in front of him. “Right here, in front of me, finally, again, I can’t let this second chance slide away from me.”

Y/N is at a lose for words. Harry had always been good at that. Her lips curl up into a smile, causing Harry’s to do the same. Sure, they only just reunited today but Y/N understood his every word. Their time in the restaurant felt like the most natural thing she’s felt in forever. All the jealousy and head spinning she felt earlier was another sign - Harry was right. Not everyone got a second chance at true love.

“Then let’s have our second chance, H,” she says.

Harry smiles, making Y/N giggle a little but then his hands are moving to her sides. He brings her closer to him, his body radiating heat just like she remembered but she was glad for it in this chilly night. His hands are gentle against the thin shirt she was wearing, one moving under her jacket to rest against her lower back. Y/N’s lips are parted, eyes hooded as she feels lightheaded at how close their bodies have become. Her hands rest against his chest, she watches her finger tips move slightly against him. Then, the moment she looks up to meet his green dreamy eyes he’s leaning down and touching his soft lips to hers.

It’s a short but sweet kiss that has both Harry and Y/N’s heart thumbing in their chests.

“Let me drive you to your dorm,” Harry says.

“Okay,” Y/N nods. Harry grabs ahold of her hand and leads the way.

Suppose her first day at Yale wasn’t so bad after all, Y/N thinks while clenching Harry’s hand.

#wow can u believe after a whole year i actually wrote/finished/posted something #im shocked and nervous #nerd!harry #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles concept #nerd harry styles

[publishinggoblin]

Hey! I went to look at you poetry books and there were more than I expected which is a very good thing except for not knowing which one to pick up first. Do you recommend any in particular? Especially for a poet who wandered over from the Caretaker and has a deep love for Weird Shit?

Hey! So just a little background: I wrote a lot of poetry when I was in school, college, grad school, etc. I got my MFA in poetry, and it was (and still is!) a very dear to my heart form of art. With all my focus lately on other projects, making TTRPGs, writing fiction, I just haven’t had as much time, so most of this is becoming rather old for me.

That being said, I still pick up one of my books from time to time and just start reading it aloud, and honestly? Become really excited! I write a lot, so I quickly forget what I’ve written before, and the cleverness in some of my old stuff always strikes me! Like, it doesn’t feel at all like I wrote it!!

So let’s see a breakdown of just the books on lulu under Dane Asmund (all of these were written while I was in grad school):

Chasing the Forge: For a while, I was writing down and recording my dreams right after I woke up. This book is those things collected. Very little is updated to be more prosaic or poetry-like, a lot is straight up the dreams as I said or wrote them, a few with left in spelling errors from my grogginess. Very fun and loose, but not formed poetry, perse. Minor horror elements here and there, especially when I got too into it and started getting false wakings and sleep paralysis.

Every Day in Love I and II: In this project, I am married to Freddy Krueger and Pinhead. In the first book, we sort of adopt Jason, and its more about each of us on our own in ways. It’s more poetry-like. In the second one, I made it more of a fun little sitcom of sorts. We adopt Samara from the Ring, and we adopt Samhain from Trick R Treat. Much more humorous, I think? Both at times make use of the scripts in a process to determine the words or form used in the poems. A third is tentatively on the way, probably around my birthday in June again. In the third, Jason moves out to live on his own and we let Billy, the puppet from Saw, move in to help pay rent.

Nekyomanteia: I have written down lots of incredible lines that either I came up with, were notes in a class I was in, or were things a teacher said in my classes that they glossed over and I couldn’t move on from. In this book, I took all these notes and lines from notebooks going back nearly a decade to stitch together poems. I think this is one of my strongest books of standalone poetry.

Among the Glass Mountains: Anything I wrote in grad school that didn’t go into another book went here. It’s a bit of a mess, but a fun one. Feels more formal poetry to me, and a little less “me,” but still lots of good gems.

While Opening the Wound: This was my graduate thesis. It’s a study on holes, the shapes, and their concepts. I’ve always had a long obsessions with the concept of holes, and their strange presences in the world around us. If you’d prefer, you can hear me read it in this weird experimental sound song I made. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z35Lrr_380I

Estrangements: This little book (very little!) was a follow up to my thesis a few years after it came out. I think it helped me get a little closure on it.

Selfish Book Selfish: This book actually came out last year I think? It’s just some poetry I had written in the previous year. It’s a selfish release, in that I just wanted to put some more poetry into the world. It’s got some good ones in it too, but I think it’s weaker as a collection than the ones I wrote in grad school.

I highly suggest Corticosis & Ecstasis in that google drive folder-- if you prefer poetry, move to the second half and read the poetry. Some really fun things in there! I wrote it in my time in undergrad, but some of my old favs are there.

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