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[kjpurplepineapple]

Introducing Fluffvember,

a prompt challenge for the month of November because after Whumptober, we can all use a bit of wholesome.

29 prompts and one free day, all geared towards pure fluff (or if you REALLY need some angst, H/C that is mostly comfort will work too).

And artists are free to try this too. It was mainly meant for writers, but hey, if you would rather draw something, that works too!

Have fun and happy writing!

(PS please reblog so more people can see this list, I don't have many followers)

#writing challenge #writing prompts #fluffvember2022 #KJ's Fluffvember

[patchodraws]

hi hello hi can i have some kj/mac or paper girls in general writing requests pls and thank you? just don’t be weird about them pls 💕

#my writing #writing prompt #paper girls #paper girls fanfic #kajemac #kj brandman #mac coyle

[thiamblogger]

#kajemac #mac coyle #kj brandman #writing prompts #lesbians

[lavenezolanarusa]

Paper Lover

Clarifications at the end!

Dedicated to: Timothy <3

Writing Prompt / Original Idea:

A writer who can enter and exit his/her book whenever he/she wants, and falls in love with one of his/her own characters in such a deep manner, that just wants to make him/her real but inside knows...

That just can't be real.

P.S.2: Each character has a symbol to differentiate themselves.

☆= Writer

♡= Character you have fallen in love with

◇= Love interest of the character

Mac looked at the draft written in her handwriting on a piece of paper, visibly doubtful of what she would do next. Until a few months ago, she discovered his ability to enter the chapters of her book and he only did it to correct some meaningless things... that, of course, until she created her.

Karina, or as she liked to call her, Kj.

That girl with long curly hair, with those eyes of deep color contrasting with the light or with her emotions, who liked to dress in sports or baggy clothes, who could enjoy both a hockey game and a good movie, who deep down He was the human version of a golden retriever...

Which unfortunately could only be found among the pages of those writings.

Although our girl with reddish-orange hair found it difficult to admit it, it was a truth that she had to digest. Even though that girl with chocolate hair with copper touches had stolen a large part of her heart, her thoughts, sighs and longings... it wasn't real.

It was just the fruit of her imagination and inspiration to create worlds and realities. A relationship between two worlds that would never merge; Fresh in her memory is that afternoon in which, admiring part of the city while sitting on a roof, each one let go of what was worrying her and Kj said that she wanted to die; Mac's response?

"I know your life is shit, but most of all I wish you'd keep living."

That simple phrase put a smile on Kj's lips, those strawberry-colored lips that she wanted to kiss so much to check that its flavor was the same as its color. She knew that if she walked away so suddenly he could destroy his beloved's heart, so she made one of the most complicated decisions of his life; seeking solace in creating a character similar to her in personality and, perhaps with that, appeasing that crazy desire of wanting to take Karina to her reality.

The solution, although hard, difficult and pitiful, worked. They were days of seeing how little by little the shine in those eyes was for someone else. How that sweet voice spoke of the millions of plans he had to make with that person, with his new friend with whom he was little by little falling in love.

Kenzie tried her best to copy every bit of her personality, but she wouldn't be so cruel as to give him the fate of being called and looking like her. Brown hair dyed yellow, almond-colored eyes that envisioned a future for her as a filmmaker even though they hid a lot from their owner... it didn't take much for Karina to become interested in her as soon as she saw her. Her name still tickled his ears... Lauren.

Step by Step. Part by part. The relationship between the two movie lovers was built while the writer's heart broke every time her pencil touched the paper to write an interaction between the two; Although a part of her being wanted to break those ties, her rational part screamed at her to let Karina go, that even if she wanted to love her, a paper Lover would not do him any good.

Love creates, but it also destroys. It makes the butterflies tickle in your stomach pleasant, but it also won't hesitate to attack you from behind when you hear "I don't love you."

And that same love was what had pushed her to write a supposed "Happy Ending": the wedding of Karina, her beloved star, and Lauren, that opportunity that left her to be happy. She should not have been surprised to hear that they both wanted her to be in charge of the wedding under the argument that there was no one else suitable; Even though it hurt, she didn't refuse.

Knowing that she had to change the names in the final product, she gave himself the freedom to write her name one last time, concealing it as best she could, hiding the thread of bitterness under the veil of the fatigue of the preparations and, before the ceremony, She gave herself the opportunity to look for the last time at those little olive eyes that she dreamed of being the owner of so many times.

☆: Kj... -she called her one last time, with a security that she did not possess at that moment.

♡: Yes? -she asked sweetly, adjusting that white suit in which he would get married that afternoon.

☆: I don't know, just... thanks for being who you are, I guess..

That bright smile appeared on the bride's lips, making the heart of the owner of the letters shrink in a way she never thought she would feel. She let her opponent out, she wanted a moment alone... she called herself stupid until she was out of breath, she cursed over and over again the fact that she had fallen in love with Her, she even considered leaving there and eliminating that scene completely, refusing to give an end to the story but she still didn't do it.

She came out to show her face, taking a deep breath before collecting her thoughts; she bit his tongue so as not to speak as soon as heard the "If anyone opposes this Union, let him speak now or remain silent forever", she dug his nails hard into his hand when she saw that kiss and, waiting for everyone to come out, threw roughly knocked down the ring she was wearing. *

For the wedding party, she fell into the cliché of looking for a song from a romantic movie, arguing that "They each meant something to the other," and that they should have something to remind them of them. What they didn't expect was for it to be so... specific.

"Ma Belle Evangeline" *.

Mac watched them from an internal balcony of the living room, biting his lips to keep from crying. It didn't take long for the lyrics of the song to resonate, and there was something that only the writer knew... that was her last goodbye to her paper world, her last sigh directed to her Kj.

Or, rather, the last look at her Evangeline.

~Look how she lights up the sky…~

~Ma Belle Evangeline~

The lyrics intersected, Karina and Lauren danced, masters of their perfect dream, and Mac, in his mind, gave himself the small freedom of identifying with certain parts of that melody.

☆: So far above me yet I...

◇: Know her heart belongs to only me... -the girl with almond-colored orbs murmured, looking at her now wife.

☆: Je' Tadore [I adore you...] -Mac murmured.

◇: Je' Taime... [I love you...] -Lauren told her.

☆/◇: Ma Evangeline...

~You’re my queen of the night, so still…~

~So bright…~

☆: That someone as beautiful as she...

♡: Could love someone like me... -the one with copper curly highlights admitted with a smile adorning her lips.

~Love always finds a way, it’s true!~

◇: And I love you, Evangeline...

That musical bridge didn't take long to begin, and thousands of eyes followed the happy couple who danced under the spotlight of happiness; That was the golden test for MacKenzie, and even if she wanted to run away and convince himself that she could delete that scene and pretend that he shouldn't stop seeing her Kj... she knew it would be his downfall.

~Love is beautiful...~

~Love is wonderful!~

◇: Love is everything... Do you agree?

~Mais oui!~

Holding back tears and pursing her lips, MacKenzie took a sigh to finally get it out of herself. Letting a few tears roll and opening her lips one last time, only to utter...

~Look how she lights up the sky...~

☆: I love you, Evangeline.

 "Because sometimes, and only sometimes, love is also stepping aside to let that special person be happy with someone else."

(Beautiful, precious and divine clarifications:

-Throwing a ring on the ground symbolizes that the owner of the ring does not want to be there.

-I know that the Ma Belle Evangeline song (Like her movie) is from 2009, but I thought it was a nice gesture to add it)

#writing #paper girls #Kj #Karina #Mac #Lauren #writing prompts #sad quotes #english version

[palettehao]

Byler Paper Girls AU

Where Will has his realization the same way KJ does, except he sees him and Mike. So he has to deal with coming to terms with that part of himself (he was probably already questioning a little bit) while also having to maintain a normal, totally not awkward platonic relationship between him and his best friend with this knowledge as they time travel and try to find their way back home

(bonus if Will does slowly come to terms with being gay and having feelings for Mike, but despite him seeing them together in the future he doubts and refuses to believe it's true because of his own insecurities, and because of how he is seeing first hand how the future can change with the slightest change/choice)

#someone please write something like this #PLEASE #i don't have the motivation or knowledge to do it myself #currently obsessed with paper girls as well #if you couldn't tell #i love it so much and Kj's arc is my favorite with how it was done #i got this idea from a silly Mike funko pop tictok audio #byler #byler tumblr #will byers #mike wheeler #byler season 4 #byler fanfic #byler prompt

[lildoodlecat]

learning how to do tarot readings not bc i believe in it but bc i bought a pretty deck so now i’ll feel bad if i don’t use it

turns out it’s fun even if you don’t take it seriously ✨

#i did a relationship reading for my sister as practice (her gf was in her lap for this lksadfkldj) #the meanings are vague enough and her luck was good enough that they decided it was pretty accurate #we were mostly enjoying the way the cards looked lol #jay yells #also i think it could be a fun way to come up with writing prompts?? like doing readings for characters or imaginary situations #pretty sure that isn't how you're supposed to use tarot but slkfjsdl;kj

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hi hi covey!! 💋

can i request a blurb of my sweet boy jason with his stressed & overworked, academicvalidation! gf? i just know he would be so caring and precious and jskjsksh i could just melt

✮⋆˙ take a break, catch a nap, have a snack!; jason grace x reader blurb

content: jason grace x reader blurb warning: none! author's note: howdy guys!!! it feels like i've been gone but i know i really haven't, ya know??? i had a BLAST on my trip and am so so grateful i was able to go on it. but also, it was a nice break that has me missing writing, so hopefully more stuff is gonna be coming out soon...which will HOPEFULLY lead to me opening my request again. (not that some of yall deserve that frfr im looking at you, illegal anon's) ALSO KJ MY BELOVED YOURE LEGIT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND YOU COULD PROBS DO THIS PROMPT SO MUCH MORE JUSTICE THAN ME BUT I APPRICIATE IT NONETHELESS POOKIE!!! anyways with all da love, from covey at the boston airport!!

jason, of all people, understood seeking validation. someone confirming that you were doing good and that you could be good. but, even he felt this was a bit extreme. you'd blocked him! something about even his profile picture being distracting.

he was determined to have you take a break. get some food, get something that wasn't coffee to drink, and perhaps jason could somehow cuddle you to sleep. he was plotting alright as he marched to the library, almost certain that's where you could be. when take came up fruitless, jason huffed his way out of the library and waved the librarian's offers of help off. you thought you could outsmart him, but jason knew you better than himself on most days.

"how the hades- you know what? don't answer that," you hissed as jason stood in front of you with his arms crossed. you pouted as your secret study spot had been discovered - well, it really wasn't all that secret. it was the rooftop of your apartment but still! it was supposed to be a space undisturbed by the son of jupiter that was eager to steal you away from your studies.

"c'mon," jason replied, nodding his head towards the door of your bedroom. you simply gave him a pointed look before returning to your laptop. your fingers reached for the keys but then it was slammed shut by a suspiciously strong breeze. you frowned up at the boy who hadn't moved an inch but his foot was starting to tap like an angry mother.

"jase," you whined, dragging out the last vowel in hopes the longer you held the note, the more likely he was to give in. you were wrong as jason simply raised a brow at you.

"just thrity minutes," jason offered but you squinted at him in suspicion. jason then held his hand out to you, gentle and welcoming. you sighed but took his hand into yours, allowing him to pull you up and out of the homework mountain you've created. he helped you pack, muttering about the weather getting too cold soon and how you should study inside your apartment. you let him, knowing your backpack wouldn't be unzipped until the next day but continuing to play the part of 'opositional girlfriend.'

you let him lead you into the apartment and fix you up some snack as you curled up on the couch, your favorite movie play suspiciously at just the right time. you didn't need to ask questions as you knew this wasn't some accident or twist of fate based off the little twitch of jason's scar, a sure sign of scheming.

the sweet boy served you without even needing to be told what you wanted, somehow he always had a knack for just knowing. then he sat down next to you on the couch and you rolled your eyes as he could read him like a book. but, you let the roman boy have his fun. over the next ten minutes, he slowly inched closer to you. then, he threw his arm over the back of the couch, still yet to look in your direction. and to finish off the theatrics, a chill drifted through the apartment, which did, admittedly, have you leaning into the boy's warm side.

next thing you knew, a blanket was pulled up to your chin and your eyelids were drooping.

"homework cockblock," you muttered into jason's chest but cuddled closer nonetheless.

"you'll thank me later," jason mused back in reponse before running his hands through your hair and gently scratching at your scalp, the final nail in the coffin as you fluttered your eyes shut to sleep against your roman boy. and you didn't dream of late assignments or failing classes, but rather of the stunning blonde boy you was always looking out for you, college drop out or not.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo fandom #jason grace x y/n #jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x reader #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa

[theprinceandagcd]

wip wednesday <3

taking @kiwiana-writes open tag bc i have a job interview later today that I need to focus on - yikes!

Working on another rizcriz prompt this week - it's two dummies who insist that they aren't into each other playing a variation of gay chicken and will be the first rated E thing I've posted in a hot minute (which I'm hoping will get me out of my RBB slump). So, here is what I'm thinking will wind up being the summary snippet :)

“Henry.” Alex crawls over and braces his hands on Henry's thighs, sitting up on his knees so that he can meet Henry's gaze. His own lips curl automatically when he sees that Henry is already smiling, but he schools his features into a more serious expression. “Do you want to play?”  “Do you?” Henry reaches out to push a curl away from Alex's forehead and trails a finger down the side of his face, making Alex shiver. He leans down until his mouth is beside Alex's ear, and Alex feels lightheaded all of a sudden, his breath held hostage in his lungs. “Because you're going to lose.”  Alex shoves him away, shaking his head as that challenge reverberates in his brain and sparks the fire in his veins, quickening his heart rate as he grins. “You're fucking on, Fox.”

tagging below cut bc of the weird glitch still happening!

@anincompletelist @dragonflylady77 @fckngyrs @firenati0n @henryspearl

@heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @jmagnabo92

@kj-bee @magicandarchery @ninzied @nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes

@onthewaytosomewhere @porcelainmortal @priincebutt @read-and-write- @stellarm

@suseagull04 @thesleepyskipper @tinyarmedtrex

#rwrb #firstprince #wip games #wip wednesday #wip tag

[holycatsandrabbits]

So excited to get my author copy of Spark!

From Improbable Press, edited by @atlinmerrick

The anthology

Spark is all about encouragement, permission, it's about firing you up.

Spark: How Fanfiction and Fandom Can Set Your Creativity On Fire hopes to help you believe that your fandom writing, drawing, podficcing – whatever you're creating right now – is, was, and ever shall be legitimate, important, and a fantastic way to expand your community, develop your skills, and above all help you find your voice in the world.

Spark's more than forty essays and interviews from best-selling writers Anne Jamison, Claire O'Dell, Diane Duane, Henry Jenkins, KJ Charles, Lyndsay Faye, Sara Dobie Bauer and many others discuss, encourage, and shout about how fic and fandom in all their glories can absolutely inspire you, set your creativity on fire – and change your world.

My essay

Losing and Finding My Voice: How fandom found me at one of the worst times in my life

Fandom is a lifeline. It’s a miracle. It’s an upward path out of disaster. It’s very human, and it means everything that we share it with each other. 

Orders are open!

DannyeChase.com ~ Ao3 ~ Linktree ~ Weird Wednesday writing prompts blog ~ Resources for Writers ~ Newsletter

#Dannye writes #fandom #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fanfiction #writeblr community #writing #spark #improbable press

[azeutreciathewicked]

Gifted Fic - A threesome fit for an Emperor: Nero / Aziraphale / Crowley

(image credit: @the-literal-kj)

Rome: 62 A.D. Nero is Emperor, and he may be intimately acquainted with a certain angel. Crowley wants to find out whether his angel once again needs a rescue...

Written as a gift for @the-literal-kj who requested: "Crowley cucked by Nero, and make it a threesome. Chains would be nice too." As Nero has taken up residence in my brain as I've been researching him for a larger fic (sequel to The Nephilim Loophole), I was happy thoroughly scandalized to oblige.

To Serve the Emperor (AO3 link)

Rating: Explicit Length: 8601 Pairing: Nero / Aziraphale / Crowley CW: You saw the prompt, right? Cucking, threesome, chains. Also: oral, anal, wing kink, blindfold, honey rimming, candles, bondage, shaming, possessiveness, degradation. consensual non-consent (cnc), mutual pining, pining while screwing. Sheen!Nero optional but recommended.

Excerpt:

“Mmm… yes, that’s it. Take me in – you know how I like it, don’t you? Oh, your tongue is a gift from the gods themselves, for you use it so well. I know, I know you want to drink me again, but you’ll have to be patient and earn it…” With small thrusts of his hips, Nero bit his lip and sucked in a breath, hooded eyes still watching Crowley in the shadows. This time, there was an unmistakable invitation in them – a raise of the eyebrows, a smile at the corners of his mouth. 

Crowley hated how beautiful this Emperor was. Hated how much his angel was debasing himself to be with this mere human. And, as much as he hated to admit it, there was something about Nero that reminded him of Aziraphale, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. He would have to get closer to find out… Read more on AO3

Thank you to my indulgent and enabling beta readers: @playdohangel, @ines2925, @rofell, @finlands-world, @springofviolets, @princesslegolas. And to @whickberstreetwriters for being an awesome, positive, and encouraging writing community! And thank you for instigating this chaos, @the-literal-kj!

#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens smut #whickber street writers #aziraphale #crowley #nero #ancient rome: the rise and fall of an empire

[fruitcoops]

Random Idea: would you write something about 5-6 year old Harry wandering off at a game against the snakes and playing with little Draco before anyone realizes then Lily finding them and not messing it up because just because their dads are huge rivals doesn’t mean the kids have to be??

Just an idea, if you can’t think of anything good no pressure at all!

-kj

This is such a lovely prompt, KJ <3 Character credit goes to @lumosinlove !

TW for temporarily lost child

Lily was calm. Lily was level-headed. Lily was not, under any circumstances, going to lose her shit.

“Harry? Harry, love, time’s up!”

Because losing her shit wouldn’t do any good. Losing one’s shit was reserved for people who could afford to do so, those who didn’t have a husband and brother-in-law that would tear the rink apart at the first sign of trouble for their five-year-old.

Oh, who was she kidding. The entire team would go ballistic.

Worst of all, Lily would have to admit she had lost her kid.

“I am a horrible mother,” she muttered, the clack of her boots in the empty hall speeding up to match her pulse. “I am a horrible, horrible mother and they never should have let me leave the hospital with that baby. Harry? Are you down here?”

Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she heard giggling. Lily’s heart seized and she wrenched open the nearest door—nothing. And the next, and the next, and the next, until her whole body itched with anxiety.

“I know you’re having fun, baby,” she called around the growing lump in her throat. “But we’re all done playing right now. All done. You did such a good job finding your hiding place. Can you show me where you are?”

I look like an idiot right now, talking to myself in an empty hall. The next three rooms were empty as well, lined with folding chairs. A conference room, a ballroom, a kitchen; not a soul in any of them. Lily picked up the pace.

He couldn’t have gone far. She only gave him ten seconds—ten seconds, sweetheart, are you ready?—to find somewhere to hunker down. The sound of his little feet on the crisp linoleum had made her smile with one hand over her eyes, counting slow enough for him to hear each number. The door had been closed. It was just them in the break room.

The door had been closed, and then it wasn’t.

“Harry?” Panic turned her mouth bitter and she swallowed hard, forcing it back. None of that, Evans. Save it for later. “Harry James, it’s time to go home.”

Oh, fuck, James was going to lose his mind. She loved him for his rationality in the face of danger but god only knew what would happen when their fucking baby was the one missing. Taken—

No. Not taken. Lily couldn’t bear the thought.

Her breaths came faster. The corners of her vision blurred. “Harry?” she tried again, voice cracking. “We’re all done playing, baby, come see me.”

Even if James managed to keep his even keel, Sirius wouldn’t. Loyal as a dog and twice as protective. Lily loved him like a brother but he would never forgive her if she let Harry go.

“I didn’t.” The words stuck in her mouth and she sniffled. She paused, tucking her arms around herself like a hug, her lungs fucking burned oh god—“I didn’t let him go, I didn’t, I didn’t, I—Harry, love?”

And again, she was left with a silent hall.

Lily exhaled. Pressed the heels of her hands to her stinging eyes. Sniffled once, twice, three times, forced down a thick sob. “This is not the time,” she said firmly, bringing her arms back down. The bright lights made her grimace. Think. “Alright. Locker room.”

She sent a silent prayer of thanks to James for showing her all the secret nooks for sneaky kisses as she followed winding paths through the rink. The crowd above made the ceiling rumble; there had hardly been ten minutes left in the third when Lily left the break room. The game would be over all too soon. Her watch said only five minutes had passed, but she refused to believe it had been less than a lifetime since she saw Harry in front of her.

The locker room, one of Harry’s favorite haunts (much to James’ delight), was well and truly empty. The kitchen was still locked as she had left it. Momentary terror gripped her when she saw the open maw of the tunnel, but logic won out. Even if Harry had wandered toward it, he would have been swept up by one of the security guards and safely deposited with someone who would find her.

“Lily?”

Lily nearly jumped out of her skin and whipped around with a half-gasped “fuck”.

Layla smiled, though she seemed confused. “You okay?”

“Mhmm.” Tears began crawling up her throat again and she forced a smile. “Just—yeah, just left my phone somewhere. Can’t find it.”

“Okay,” Layla said gently, though one look told Lily she didn’t buy a word of it. “Well, I’m here until the end of the game. Let’s look together.”

“That’s really nice of you,” Lily managed.

“Anytime. Let’s go get Harry and—”

Lily may as well have become a puddle on the skate-scuffed floor with how fast she dissolved into tears.

“Hey, hey, alright.” Layla caught her under the arms when her knees buckled, surprisingly strong for someone of her stature. “I’ve got you, it’s all going to be just fine. Is Harry not…with you?”

“We were p-playing hide and seek,” she sobbed. “ ‘s just hide ‘n seek, he didn’t like the crowd and I had to pee and we were in the break room and I closed the door I promise.”

“I know you did,” Layla soothed, squeezing her tight despite Lily’s trembling. “Let’s take some deep breaths together.”

Lily’s chest lurched on the first.

“That was a really good start. One more.”

It was easier to breathe when she wasn’t alone.

“Great job, Lily, that was perfect.”

Layla hugged a little like Remus, a little like James, and somehow better than both of them in that moment. She let Lily clutch the back of her zip-up sweater without protest, and when they finally parted (when Lily could fucking breathe again), she tucked the wild flyaways back with a reassuring smile.

“We’ve got this.”

Lily sniffed. “We’ve got this.”

“How long ago were you playing?”

“Seven minutes.”

Relief eased the faint tension around Layla’s eyes. “Then we’ve got nothing to worry about. I haven’t seen him go by my office, so he probably went the other way. Are you ready to start looking?”

Lily nodded, but went into one last hug like she hadn’t been held in weeks. It certainly felt like it.

“I didn’t know who to ask,” she admitted once they started walking, arm in arm, looking into every storage closet they passed. “It felt—god, I’m so stupid. I felt like I shouldn’t have to, y’know? He’s my kid. I should just…know.”

Layla tilted her head from side to side. “I’m glad you asked me, though.”

Lily squeezed her hand. “Me, too.”

“The good news is, he can’t have gone very far.”

“I dunno, he got James’ penchant for trouble.”

“Pots can’t make it past me on a good day,” Layla laughed. Her ease calmed the bubbling anxiety in Lily’s gut. “That kid might be quick, but he’s not making it past trained security. Where have you already looked?”

Lily gestured vaguely. “The other way, mostly. Just kind of…everything over there. He likes the locker room.”

“Does he?” Something thoughtful came over Layla’s face and she slowed for a moment. “Would he—and tell me to shut up if I’m wrong, here—do you think he’d try the other one?”

“The other—” Lily faltered. “Oh my god, you’re so right.”

“I don’t know if he’d know where it is,” Layla admitted as they hurried down the left fork. “But it can’t hurt to try, right?”

“No, he definitely knows,” Lily snorted humorlessly. “That kid’s had more rink tours than I have. The guys bring him everywhere. He’s started reading signs, if you can believe it.”

“For real?”

“If anyone asks, he got it from me.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second.”

Lily rounded the corner to the visitor’s locker room and slowed to a stop, her momentary second wind rushing out in one harsh burst. Gloves, helmets, emerald-and-silver jerseys…and no toddler. The only movement came from the screen in the far corner, showing the last minute of the game ticking down. Disappointment, worry, fear, guilt—it was all there, leaving her right back where she started. “I thought…”

Someone giggled down the hall and Lily was there in the blink of an eye, pushing an already-open door wide with her heart in her throat.

“H—oh.”

Narcissa Malfoy’s razor-sharp gaze softened with confusion. Her hands were on the shoulders of a little blond boy in a miniature Snakes jersey, holding him tight. “Mama,” he whined, wriggling free with a wary look at Lily. “I told you I wanna play.”

Lily didn’t register the scrape of carpet on her knees until Harry was already in her arms, still holding two fistfuls of LEGOs while a cheerful flood of a story spilled out of him. She didn’t hear a single word of it.

He was warm and squirmy as always, tall as her hip when they were standing but just big enough to fit in her arms like this. She pressed her face to his hair and inhaled; soap-clean and still a little damp from his pre-game bath. Faintly, she knew she was shaking. She knew Narcissa and Layla and the other kid were probably watching. Lily brought her face up to kiss Harry’s forehead and bundled him right back in her arms to be hugged some more.

“…mama?” Harry sounded hesitant. She hummed, rubbing his back. “Did you hear?”

“Say it again, lovey.”

“I said I like hugs but I’m playing LEGOs right now, please.”

Her lungs felt too small. “We’re all done playing for today.”

“But mama—”

“Harry.” It took everything in her to separate and sit up properly, holding Harry at arms’ length. “We were playing hide and seek, remember?”

“…yeah.”

“And remember how I asked you to stay in the break room while I counted?”

His guilty look told her everything. “Yeah.”

Lily raised a brow, brushing a gentle thumb over his cheek. “I didn’t know where you went, baby. You scared me. Why did you leave?”

Harry scuffed his shoe on the floor. “Got bored.”

“Harry.”

“I wanted to see the other locker room ‘cause Daddy said it looked different than ours. Ms. Narcissa found me.”

“Thank you.” The worst part was, Lily could hardly blame him. If Harry got James’ general disregard for rules, he also got her own insatiable curiosity. Poor kid, she thought. Your teachers are going to have quite the time with you. “We’ll talk more when we get home. Can you introduce me to your friend?”

“I’m Draco,” the blond boy announced haughtily before Harry could answer, which seemed to take the wind out of his sails a bit. “I’ve been playing here all night. I built the volcano, see?”

“I do.” In truth, it was hard to tell one part of their LEGO mishmash from another, but it seemed to appease him. Narcissa was still watching her as if she thought Lily would start biting. With her hand resting protectively on Draco’s back and those careful, guarded eyes, it was only too easy to see the blood she shared with Sirius. They held themselves with the same straight-backed posture, a silent challenge to take another step closer to their ward.

Lily offered a small smile and inclined her head. Thank you for watching them both. Narcissa didn’t relax, but her pointed chin did dip for half a second.

Outside, the goal horn blared. Harry and Draco made identical faces of annoyance at the interruption, but Lily felt her stomach sink. She and Narcissa had a shared point of contact—the Snakes, on the other hand, did not. She didn’t care for them. She certainly didn’t want Harry around them. From the curl of Narcissa’s lip as the whoops of the Lions echoed down the far tunnel, the feeling was mirrored on her side.

Lily broke eye contact first and bent to Harry’s level. “Time to go, lovebug, Daddy misses you. Can you say bye to Draco?”

“Bye!” Harry chirped, pulling the other boy into a brief hug that seemed to surprise him before returning to Lily’s side. “See you next time!”

The look on Narcissa’s face told Lily a ‘next time’ was unlikely, but…but not impossible. Lily sent her a final nod as she ushered Harry into the hallway. Layla was already gone; she couldn’t help but be grateful for a brief moment of alone time with Harry.

“I like Ms. Narcissa,” Harry announced, hopscotching the gray and white tiles.

“Do you?”

“Yep. She was nice. She keeps LEGOs in her purse, didja know that?”

“I didn’t,” Lily admitted. “I’m not surprised, though.”

“How come you don’t keep LEGOs in your purse?”

“Because I don’t use purses. I lose them too fast.”

“Well, yeah, but what about your backpack?”

“I keep books, cards, snacks, and some other things in my backpack. I like feeling prepared.” And I’m thirty seconds from sticking a GPS on you.

Harry made a faint noise of agreement when they entered the main hall, pulling the sleeves of his too-big Potter jersey down over his hands. “D’you think Daddy will play LEGOs with me and Draco next time?”

Lily had to bite her lip to stifle a hoot of laughter at the thought of James Potter willingly sitting in a room with anyone even distantly related to the Snakes, let alone one of Sirius’ cousins, let alone a Malfoy. “He’s busy during the games,” she said instead. “But he would love to play with you at home.”

Where I can keep an eye on you, she added. They had already passed the labyrinth of halls she had wandered for the worst seven minutes of her life, but she kept close to Harry anyway. Seven minutes was too long to be away from him. Seven seconds was too long.

Harry stopped just outside the locker room, leaning against her legs to look up at her with big, pleading eyes. “Will you play LEGOs with us next time?”

There were a variety of reasons Lily could say no, could tell Harry to stay away from that team and everyone near it. Hell, she had a damn good reason to keep Harry away from anyone associated with Sirius’ parents. Narcissa’s guarded posture rose in her memory, unwarranted. Her crisp clothes, the abrupt black-and-white of her hair, the way her pale hand had been so gentle on Draco’s shoulder. The way Draco had held on to her coat the same way Harry hid behind her own around strangers.

“Sure, baby. We can do that.”

#lily potter #lily evans #layla #narcissa malfoy #harry potter #draco malfoy #james potter #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #lost child #lily centric #young harry

[mezzy-1]

Neon Headcanons (but also ~Deadlock?)

Another (modified) version of one of @eviethelesbian 's prompts.  At this point I’m like Thanos collecting Infinity Stones but I just write Valorant headcanons from a list.  One down, god knows how many more to go.

Neon

My god she has no filter when speaking Tagalog, like it's not just that she swears but the sheer volume of it

Diagnosed by Sage, confirmed by damn near everyone she knows, she has ADHD

Despite being somewhat short she is excellent a basketball and when she learned the protocol had a court, she was estatic

Phoenix warned Gekko against challenging her, to which he ignored, and was shocked when Neon dunked on him

Also insanely fast too, if she decides to steal from someone’s plate it’s so quick that most people won’t notice

Will use her radiance to speed up basic chores.  Also to charge phones, hairdryers, tablets, and most appliances 

That last one is usually what happens when she decides to cook, and she LOVES cooking.  Most of the time she will offer to help cook even it isn’t her designated night to cook

Adobo is what most of the fandom knows her for, but it isn’t the only dish she can make.  

Sinangag, tocino, and sisig are usually her go to whenever she is asked to cook, but her favorite dish to make is anything with Ube

The shock value of purple food to the protocol and getting everyone’s reaction was entertaining to her.  Plus the flavor reminds her of childhood.

Misses her parents at times and occasionally will be reminded of them from something on a mission.  Afterwards, she’ll head to her room and probably fixate on a photo of them.  It’s a routine at this point.

Does have some fear of her electricity causing a blackout, and only uses it at its maximum while training

Has flashbacks to when she couldn’t control it, and the times it got out of hand and caused a citywide blackout for about a week

The flashbacks include the time her power caused someone to go into cardiac arrest, a day that still haunts her

Reyna often tries to get her to move beyond guilt to draw out more power, which Neon is aware of but at the same time, it feels good to not be careful and let loose

Training is usually a mix of target practice and using radiance to outmaneuver training dummies.  At times, Reyna will drop in to teach her to be more decisive or give her advice

Sage is keeping an eye on this, but more out concern for Neon’s wellbeing.  When Neon is distressed, it's often Sage that talks with her about whatever troubles her

Fade is still making amends for what happened in Istanbul.  Contrary to most of the fandom, you can’t just psychologically scar someone and then become gfs

Don’t worry, they eventually found common ground after Fade apologized and the two began to realize they had some things in common

Eventually it was Neon that actually forgave her and the two began spending time together and trusting each other more on missions

They aren’t ‘inseparable’ but Fade stays close to Neon whenever she’s out of her room, and Neon visits her at times

She’s everyone’s big sister and although she is homesick, she believes she is helping the world.  Also the relationship between her and Fade is also a reason to stay…

Deadlock

Iselin is in therapy, both physical and mental.  It was a bit difficult for her to talk to anyone, but Sage managed to crack her.  It wasn’t pretty, and to keep her stable she was put on medication

Anxiety and PTSD attacks were common in the days she was still adjusting to the protocol.  Gekko’s crew were forbidden from entering after she saw them and her heart rate spiked

Eventually she managed to feel more at ease, and the medication was issued in lower amounts to compensate.  That’s when prosthetic fittings began, courtesy of KJ

Surprisingly, she was able to make a lot of progress towards dealing with her trauma.  Therapy works, also a surprisingly good support structure

Sova is her support person, and the two are usually together whenever they can be because they work together so well 

They are siblings, not by blood but by dynamic and they are competent but one is usually paying attention and the other isn’t

After Sova, her favorite person at the protocol is Skye.  The hiking the two often do is not only relaxing but strenuous so it's usually only them 

It was a bit hard for her to trust the animals Skye made at first, but they were sort of exposure therapy for her

She and Skye love doing anything together, and Skye is one of the few people Iselin lets her guard down around

Not that she’ll admit this, but she has created a private file with KAY/O for a bit of a dark reason.  It is called ANI/-/ILLATION (0)

It details precise methods on how to kill every radiant and artifact using agent and what to fight them with.  It was a drafted by KAY/O in the future and is a failsafe to prevent a Radiant War

KAY/O doesn’t want to tell her, but she was not only a general during it but died to Skye killing her in the future

Getting back to lighter topics, Iselin’s personality is organized but she will offer to help people if they want.  Mainly with gun maintenance and drills

She has a soft spot for a lot of the younger agents and despite being ‘serious’ will join in on conversations and casual life

Do not however challenge Deadlock to bets and games, she will take it seriously and always give 100%

The radianite still in her body from the Bear glows in the dark and responds to radianite and strong emotion.  She hates it but everyone says it's cool

Omen and her were on bad terms initially (trauma did cause that) but the more they worked together the kinder the two were

Now Iselin has a sweater from Omen, and she wears it around the base when she can.  She loves the material and the fact it's her favorite color, green.  It reminds her of spring.

The prosthetic arm felt alien at first but now it's like a part of her.  She doesn’t feel any shame for it anymore and she’s turned into a sign of resilience.

As a joke, Breach asked if she could do that with it.  She jabbed him in the gut and he toppled over, she yelled “what do you think now, drittsekk?” at him and left

(For the record KJ did install a function for that, but never told her.  Oh well…)

She is serious, organized, but never stern.  She may still be recovering and finding her footing after tragedy but she is surrounded by people that are moving her forwards

Fun Little Glitch

So Neon and Deadlock were in the common room and Neon being Neon she got curious about the prosthetic arm

Iselin permitted her to look it over and touch it, and gave her a rundown of what it was.  Then Neon went to check the hand size in comparison to hers

Just as she was pressing their hands together, a small spark from Neon’s hand shocked Iselin’s hand, and it went full death grip

It would not let go, and the initial panic caused them to trip over each other trying to pull the hand apart

Sova walked in after hearing the commotion, and saw the two on the floor.  He tried to help by grabbing both wrists and pulling

It did nothing and his next suggestion was to disconnect the arm and then pull.  Iselin had to explain the prosthetic arm can’t be removed and was kind of pissed he suggested it

He shrugged and said they should just go to KJ’s lab and wait, which was a problem cause A: it was on the other side of the base, and B: she was out on a mission

So Tala and Iselin had to walk through the common area, then the mess hall (Jett, Phoenix, Reyna, Harbor + Astra, and Gekko), then past the conference room (Brim and KAYO), to the medical bay (Sage, Viper, and a hurt Yoru), and finally to KJ’s lab

It was beyond embarrassing for the two and led to plenty of confusion and remarks (mainly from Jett and Yoru)

Fade poked her head out of her room and invited Tala in, but then immediately regretted it when she realized she had been stuck to Iselin.  Not wanting to be rude, she made her peace with it

From time to time people would drop by and try and see the conjoined agents only for Fade to greet them at the door and shoo them off

It was a strange situation for everyone, Tala being with Fade and Iselin while in Fade’s room was different.  It didn’t help that there wasn’t much to do aside from scroll the internet and watch Fade add to her conspiracy board

Eventually when it got late and they realized that KJ was gonna get back late, they all sort of gathered around on the floor and just hung out

Fade was prompted by Tala to read out loud what she was reading while she layed on the cushions dotting the room.  Iselin just slumped against the wall

The morning KJ arrived, she was ushered to the room by a very excited Jett and Phoenix.  Brimstone was less than enthused about the fact 3 agents were together in a room overnight

The three had all collapsed together and were laying on the floor, and yes Jett took a photo before they all woke up

KJ walked over to Iselin, put a gadget up to the wrist and the grip stopped.  Now that the two were separated, Tala and Iselin thanked KJ enthusiastically.  

Fade hated the fact everyone was looking in her room and quickly got everyone out the second she could

A few adjustments later, the arm set to work without any problems due to increased voltage

Some time later after a successful mission, Iselin went to help up Neon and extended her prosthetic arm

“Iselin you can let go now”

Iselin started to panic and then Neon began to panic, right before Iselin released her grip and smiled at her

“Ok ok, you got me Iselin… Hey, you want to try that on Fade?”

#valorant headcanons #valorant agents #valorant neon #valorant #valorant imagines #valorant deadlock #valorant fade #valorant sova #valorant skye #valorant viper #valorant reyna #valorant breach #valorant sage #valorant killjoy #valorant kay/o

[locke-writes]

2k Writing Challenge

Sign Ups Open: March 24th, 2023

Sign Ups Close: April 25th, 2023

Writings Due: July 15th, 2023 (can be posted before the due date)

Rules:

Send an ask letting me know that you’re joining

Let me know the character that you are writing for. Must be a character I am familiar with so feel free to ask ahead of time if you are unsure you will be able to write for characters I know

Choose between 1-3 prompts from the below indicating whether they are dialogue or song prompts. You may mix and match between the two (ie. 1 song prompt + 1 dialogue prompt). I’ll then put your url next to the prompt/s you’ve chosen so you can reference this post.

There is no minimum or maximum word count

AUs are more than welcome, just let me know if you’re planning an AU

Make sure to include trigger warnings in your post if they’re needed

Tag Me and DM me a link if I don’t like the post within 24 hours of it being up. Sometimes tumblr is fickle and doesn’t like to notify me of being tagged

You may sign up to write more than one thing however you can’t use the same prompts (ie. if you sign up to write X character with song prompt 3, you can’t use that prompt if you want to write Y character)

Additional questions can be sent through the inbox. Prompts are below

Song Prompts:

Boris - Lo-Fang

People Watching - Conan Gray

If I Get High - Nothing But Thieves

Fair - The Amazing Devil

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

And She Was - Talking Heads

Bulletproof - La Roux

Pierre - Ryn Weaver

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield

Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish ( @nekoannie-chan / Steve Rogers )

Vienna - Billy Joel

Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake

Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer

Seventeen - MARINA

Sofia - Clairo

Your Stupid Face - Kaden MacKay

Toxic - Britney Spears

All These Things That I’ve Done - The Killers

Movement - Hozier

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

End of Beginning - Djo

Liability - Lorde

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

bad idea! - girl in red

The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

9 Crimes - Damien Rice

Dialogue Prompts

“I couldn’t stop loving you, even if I tried. And I did try for some time. But it didn’t work.

“We all have secrets, don’t we”

“After all you’ve done, how can I trust you?”

“I trust you. I just don’t trust them.” ( @nekoannie-chan / Steve Rogers)

“You’re the only person I would do this for”

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear”

“What are you doing with that knife?”

“I think you need a hug”

“I smell something burning. Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me”

“Didn’t I tell you to bring a jacket?”

“No! You are not getting me sick!”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Excuse me, that joke was terrible”

“Let me get the first aid kit again”

“You aren’t dying, you just stubbed your toe”

“Who made you cry and where can I find them?”

“Go to bed, you need sleep.”

“It’s not breaking and entering if I have a key”

“Can’t believe I let you drag me into this” ( @kjs-s / Foggy Nelson)

“If the sun isn’t up, then I am not up”

“Trust me it looks worse than it is”

“Act like we’re dating, I see my ex” ( @kjs-s / Foggy Nelson)

“It’s always going to be you”

“Please don’t set off the fire alarm again”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No way, you’re taking a break and that’s final”

“You take care of everyone but who takes care of you”

“We promised not to tell that story to anyone”

“Stay there, I’m on my way”

#2k follower celebration #2k writing challenge

[divinegrey]

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here's a nice prompt to break up all the pure filth i've been writing recently. enjoy!

prompt: Hello! I really loved your Killjoy fic <3 I was wondering if you could write another college AU where joy is sneaking Reader into her dorm after a date night? [requested by anon, thank you for your patience!]

words: 1300

warnings: general shenanigans and tomfoolery, mentions of drinking

“Dude, it is so fucking late,” You whisper, your arm around Killjoy’s shoulder as your walk across campus. It’s nearly midnight, and your stomach is full from dinner as well as the candy Killjoy and you ate during the movie you went to see. Of course, you spent that entire movie whispering about the camera effects and VFX (as well as making out because it was a late night showing, so who cares?). 

“Shut up, it’s quiet hours,” Killjoy says, approaching the dorm hall she lives in. You both decided to head to hers, as it was closer to the bus stop instead of your place, which is a little ways off campus with your roommates. You texted them ahead of time that you wouldn’t be home tonight, to which you got many replies of winky faces and flirty emojis. 

“Shit, that’s right,” you say, stuffing your hand into your pocket. KJ swipes her card on the reader, allowing entrance to the dorm hall. The lights of the first floor are turned down low, and you two creep to the elevators, trying to shut the fuck up but it’s too funny. Perhaps you should’ve mentioned that drinks were in the equation, and while Killjoy is nowhere near a lightweight (she’s German, for fucks sake), you are. 

Killjoy slaps the button for the elevator. You wrap your arms around her, humming and rocking side to side. 

“Is your RA gonna care?” You ask as the elevator doors slide open with a soft ding. Killjoy pulls you inside. 

“Maybe. Depends on the mood he’s in. Let’s hope it’s a good one,” Killjoy says, staring at you with a goofy grin on her face as you put your arms on the wall, barricading her in as the elevator starts moving. Killjoy’s hands sink down to your hips, pulling you close. 

Your lips meet; you’re giddy on a sugar rush and tipsy from a couple drinks. Killjoy tastes like the ridiculous caramel chocolate candies and popcorn combo she did at the movie theater, and you open your mouth, seeking another taste of it. Killjoy’s hands curl in your shirt, her tongue sliding over yours—

Ding!

“Fucking damn it,” you mutter. You glance up at the corner of the elevator, to the beady camera staring at you two. The doors open and before you can think to flip off the camera, KJ is pulling you out of the metal box and onto her dorm floor. 

Killjoy’s room is all the way at the end of the hall, a rare single dorm that’s smaller than the rest, but offers way more privacy. It’s a good thing for her, since her social battery can be zapped fairly quickly. You get it— you wish you had your own space sometimes. 

You swing your conjoined hands as you go down the hallway, giggling softly at a joke Killjoy makes. 

The sound of keys jingling catches both of your attention. Pausing in the hallway, you both turn over your shoulders.

Killjoy whispers, “Run.” 

And as softly as you can, you and her sprint down the hallway. Killjoy jams her room key into her door and you shove her in when it opens, almost collapsing into the room. You fall onto the floor, rolling on your back in a fit of barely concealed laughter. Killjoy is bent over by the door, hand over her mouth. Killjoy waves her hand in the air, a silent sign to shut the fuck up, before pointing back at the door. 

From your spot on the floor, you hear those keys jingling again. It gets closer, closer, closer…

It pauses. Killjoy glares at you with a look that says if you make a sound we’re both dead. You slide both of your hands over your mouth, eyes wide. 

The jingling resumes, but it goes further away. 

Killjoy exhales a sigh of relief. “Shit, that was close.”

You peel yourself off the floor, divesting yourself of your hoodie. Killjoy flicks on the LED lights strung up around her room. You flop onto her bed, grabbing one of the many squishmallows she has and hugging it to your chest. Killjoy smiles at you, taking off her beanie and her classic yellow puffer jacket before kicking off her shoes and walking to you. 

“Make room, make room!” Killjoy says. You abandon the squishmallow in favor of cuddling with your girlfriend; one of your favorite activities to do, all things considered. Killjoy slides on top of you, and you start carding your fingers through her hair. She snuggles into you and you can feel her grinning against your neck. 

“I’ve got a question,” you say. 

“Shoot.” 

“Would you rather walk around with a cabbage for a head, or have broccoli for arms?” 

A thoughtful hum. “Cabbage for a head. I need my hands.” 

“Oh yeah? What for?” 

Killjoy pushes herself up enough to situate herself, straddling your waist. She slaps her hands onto your face, squishing your cheeks with a self-satisfied grin on her face. You give her a purely unamused look, but really, you’re realizing how beautiful Killjoy looks in this light. 

Flexing your stomach, you rise up and slide Killjoy onto your lap. You hug her waist, resting your chin on her sternum. Still, Killjoy pinches your cheeks. 

“You done yet?” You ask.

“Nope! Gotta inspect every inch of cheek you’ve got because you’re so cute,” Killjoy says, prompting you to smile at the compliment. Killjoy delights in it, kissing your cheeks and your nose and your forehead and anywhere else she can reach. God, you love your girlfriend so much. It’s crazy how much one person can change your outlook on life, even if it’s only for a small amount of time. 

Secretly, you hope Killjoy sticks around for a while. You want her to. You’ve never met anyone else like her, not since you met her briefly in a general chemistry course and certainly not since you encountered her another time at a boozy Frat party. 

“You think you still have a brain if it’s a cabbage?” You arch your brow, causing Killjoy to let out a small curse. 

“I didn’t even think about that!” 

“What happens to your genius little brain? It gets turned into cabbage. Congrats, you just got cabbaged!” You say in an overly dramatic voice that is akin to an announcer for the WWE. Killjoy shakes your head around a few times, and between the food and the alcohol, you get a little woozy. “Stop, stop! Mercy! Please!” 

“Only if you kiss me,” Killjoy says. 

“Oh my god, if you wanted to makeout, you could’ve just asked before giving me a headache!” With an eye roll, you flip your positions on the bed, putting Killjoy onto her back. She pulls at your shirt and you reply, “So it’s like that, huh?” 

“Yeah, it’s like that, what’re you gonna do about it?” Killjoy retorts. You lean backward and put your hands on her stomach, and you start tickling. Killjoy lets out a yelp, slapping your hands away furiously  as you wage an assault on her for shaking you like a goddamn bobblehead. Eventually, though, you give her mercy in favor of kissing her, because it’s not a proper date night if there isn’t at least a couple makeout sessions. You already clocked one in at the movie theater, it’s time for number two. 

“I love you,” you say amidst a kiss to Killjoy’s neck. 

“Love you more, cabbage clown. Will you hurry up and kiss me?” 

You huff. “Jeez. Fine!” 

You do as you’re told, wrapping your arms around your girlfriend and kissing her long into the night. 

~~~~~ A/N: killjoy would totally have squishmallows im calling it now. she probably collects them too. rip reader who has to deal with forty of them at all times

#killjoy x reader #valorant killjoy x reader #killjoy #killjoy valorant #killjoy imagines #klara böhringer #valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant #valorant imagines

[macknnons]

for the one word prompt thing - 1322 and the word is mouth :))

“Has Kent always been so, like— talkative? On the bench?”

“What?”

“I don’t know. I never noticed it and they keep showing him chatting up with the guys on TV and it’s weird. I feel like I should have noticed that earlier.”

Owen can feel himself turn red when Brendan answers with a big booming laugh from the other side of his phone. “Oh, Big Dog.”

“No. Shut up, Briss. I know I shouldn’t have shared that with you.”

Brendan shakes his head before rearranging himself on his long chair, one arm thrown behind him. Owen guesses he must be on the patio of his Cali house, pool nearby ready to be jumped in. He kind of looks like an asshole with the smirk on his face but Owen can’t even be mad, he’s known Brendan for way too long for that. He knew what he was getting into when he called him to talk about Worlds.

“Easy, babe. It’s okay. You found out that your crush loves to run his mouth on the bench and now he also loves to celebrate with his tongue out so that’s something. It’s normal to freak out or maybe be a lil’ jealous.”

Owen is not freaking out. Owen is not being jealous. Owen doesn’t have a crush on Kent. Owen is feeling perfectly normal when he sees Kent’s obvious chemistry with Barzal and Batherson and Sillinger and— whatever.

“I mean,” Brendan continues when Owen has been too busy in his own thoughts to formulate an answer. “KJ’s mouth is truly something. You know the only reason I haven’t hit on him is because I love you so much for that.”

“The only reason you haven’t hit on KJ is because you’ve been too busy fucking around with Bordy so don’t come to give me lessons about feelings, Briss.”

Brendan’s hand immediately moves to his heart, the shot/touché movement so exaggerated in a very Briss manner.

Truthfully, Brendan is probably the only person Owen allows himself to be mean with but that’s what happens when Brendan Brisson happens to be the first person you told you thought you were gay and also the first person you kissed.

Owen will forever remember that moment in Chicago when Brendan climbed on his lap, held onto his head with both of his hands and kissed him square on the mouth.

(“Was that okay?” “Hm, maybe?” “Maybe? Oh my god, I didn’t turn you straight, did I?” “No, I— I’m pretty sure I can not be into you and still like boys, Briss.” “I mean, that’s gonna bruise my ego but yeah okay, for sure.”)

That had been a little awkward and very much a one-time only thing but it still got them closer and here they were now, pining over their stupid teammates together from different sides of the continent.

“Well, at least I already bought Thom his Montreal-LA ticket. Do you have plans to see Kent this summer? You should definitely get into that. Not gonna tell you what you should do next because you’re gonna murder me with your eyes through the lenses of your phone but, you know.”

Owen rolls his eyes. “Sure. Gotta go Briss, bye.”

Brendan will survive being hung up on. The boy needs to be bullied from time to time.

And Owen, he needs to sit in front of one particular text message thread and figure things out.

send me a word + a pairing and I’ll write a little something.

#kent johnson #owen power #hockey rpf #prompt fill #1322 #brendan brisson #sorry if that's not 1322 enough my brain got derailed #also i'm very fond of owen/briss so that played

[lavenezolanarusa]

Amante de papel

(Es mi primera vez escribiendo algo para el fandom de Paper Girls, pero un amigo me pidió el hacer esto así que...)

P.D: Dentro de un rato sacaré la versión en Inglés para que los angloparlantes también puedan disfrutarlo de manera fácil /P.D: In a while I'm going to write it in English, so english speakers also can enjoy it too <3

¡Aclaraciones al final!

Dedicado a: Timothy <3

Writing Prompt / Original Idea:

A writter who can enter and exit of his/her book whenever he/she wants, and falls in love with one of his/her own characters in such a deep manner, that just want to make him/her real but inside knows...

That just can't be real.

P.D.2: Cada personaje tiene un símbolo para poder diferenciarse.

☆= Escritor

♡= Personaje del que se ha enamorado

◇= Interés amoroso del personaje

Mac miró aquel borrador escrito con su letra en una hoja, visiblemente dudosa de lo que haría a continuación. Hasta hace unos meses descubrió su habilidad de poder entrar en los capítulos de su libro y sólo lo hacía para corregir algunas cosas sin sentido... eso, claro, hasta que la creó a ella.

Karina, o como le gustaba decirle, Kj.

Aquella chica de largos cabellos rizados, con aquellos ojos de profundo color contrastante con la luz o con sus emociones, que gustaba vestirse con ropa deportiva o ancha, que podía disfrutar tanto de un partido de hockey como de una buena película, que en el fondo era la versión humana de un golden retriever...

Que lastimosamente solo se podía encontrar entre las páginas de aquellos escritos.

Aunque a nuestra chica de cabellos rojizos anaranjados le costara admitirlo, era una verdad que debía digerir. A pesar de que aquella chica de cabellos achocolatados con toques cobrizos se había robado una gran parte de su corazón, sus pensamientos, suspiros y anhelos... no era real.

Sólo era el fruto de su imaginacion e inspiracion para crear mundos y realidades. Una relación entre dos mundos que nunca se llegarían a fusionar; fresco en su memoria está aquella tarde en la que, admirando parte de la ciudad sentadas en un techo, cada una soltó aquello que le preocupaba y Kj dijo que deseaba morir; ¿La respuesta de Mac?

"Se que tu vida es una mierda, pero sobre todo desearía que siguieras viviendo".

Aquella simple frase puso una sonrisa en los labios de Kj, aquellos labios color fresa que tanto quería besar para comprobar que su sabor era igual a su color. Sabía que si se alejaba tan repentinamente podría destrozar el corazón de su amada, así que tomo una de las decisiones más complicadas de su vida; el buscar consuelo en crear un personaje parecido a ella en personalidad y, tal vez con eso, apaciguar aquel anhelo loco de querer llevarse a Karina a su realidad.

La solución, aunque dura, difícil y lastimera, funcionó. Fueron días de ver cómo poco a poco el brillo de aquellos ojos era por alguien más. Como aquella dulce voz hablaba de los millones de planes que tenía para hacer con esa persona, con su nueva amiga de la que poco a poco se estaba enamorando.

Kenzie puso todo su empeño en copiar cada pizca de su forma de ser, pero no seria tan cruel como para darle el destino de llamarse y verse como ella. Cabello castaño tintado de amarillo, unos ojos color almendra que visualizaron un futuro para ella como cineasta a pesar de que escondían mucho de su dueña... no costó mucho que Karina se interesara por ella apenas la vio. Su nombre aun le cosquilleaba los oídos... Lauren.

Paso a paso. Granito tras granito. La relación de ambas amantes de las películas se construía a tiempo que el corazón de su escritora se rompía cada vez que su lápiz tocaba el papel para escribir una interacción entre las dos; aunque una parte de su ser deseaba el romper esos lazos, su parte racional le gritaba que dejara ir a Karina, que aunque quisiera amarla no le haría bien una Amante de papel.

El amor crea, pero también destruye. Hace que el cosquilleo de las mariposas en tu estómago sea placentero, pero tampoco dudará en atacarte por la espalda al oír un "No te quiero".

Y ese mismo amor era el que la había empujado a escribir un supuesto "Final feliz": la boda de Karina, su amada estrella, y Lauren, aquella oportunidad que le dejaba para ser feliz. No debió de sorprenderse al escuchar que ambas querían que ella se encargase de la boda bajo el argumento de que no habia alguien mas indicado; aunque doliera, no se negó.

Sabiendo que debía cambiar los nombres en el producto final, se dio la libertad de escribir su nombre una última vez, disimulo lo mejor que pudo, opacó el hilo de la amargura bajo el velo del cansancio de los preparativos y, antes de la ceremonia, se dio la oportunidad de mirar por última vez a esos ojitos aceitunados con los que tantas veces soñó ser dueña.

☆: Kj... -la llamó una última vez, con una seguridad de la que no era poseedora en ese instante.

♡: ¿Si? -preguntó con dulzura , acomodando aquel traje blanco con el que se casaría esa tarde

☆: No lo sé, sólo... gracias por ser como eres, supongo

Aquella brillante sonrisa apareció en los labios de la novia, haciendo que el corazón de la dueña de las letras se encogiera de una manera que nunca pensó sentir. Dejó que su contraria saliera, quería un momento a solas... se llamó estúpida a si misma hasta quedarse sin aire, maldijo una y otra vez el hecho de haberse enamorado de Ella, incluso consideró el salir de allí y eliminar completamente aquella escena, negándose a darle un fin a la historia pero aún así no lo hizo.

Salió a dar la cara, respirando profundo antes de ordenar sus pensamientos; se mordió la lengua para no hablar apenas escuchó el "Si alguien se opone a esta Unión, que hable ahora o calle para siempre", clavó con fuerza sus uñas en su mano al ver aquel beso y, al esperar que todos salieran, lanzó al suelo con brusquedad el anillo que llevaba puesto. *

Para la fiesta de bodas cayó en el cliché de buscar una canción de alguna película romántica, argumentando que "Cada una significaba algo para la otra", y que deberían tener algo que se los recordara. Lo que no esperaban fue que fuera una tan... específica.

"Ma Belle Evangeline" *.

Mac las miraba desde un balcón interno del salón, mordiendo sus labios para no llorar. Las letras de la canción no tardaron en resonar, y había algo que solo la escritora sabía... aquel era su último adiós a su mundo de papel, el último suspiro dirigido a su Kj.

O, mejor dicho, la última mirada a su Evangeline.

~Mirenla el cielo encender~

~Ma Belle Evangeline~

Las letras se cruzaban, Karina y Lauren bailaban dueñas de su sueño perfecto y Mac, en su mente, se daba la pequeña libertad de identificarse con ciertas partes de aquella melodía.

☆: Mi inalcanzable querer...

◇: Su amor, yo se, que es para mi... -murmuró la chica de orbes color almendra, mirando a su ahora esposa.

☆: Je' Tadore [Te adoro...] -murmuró Mac.

◇: Je' Taime... [Te amo...] -le dijo Lauren.

☆/◇: Ma Evangeline...

~Por las noches vendrás así..~

~Y más...~

☆: La reina más bella por aquí...

♡: Me quiere solo a mi... -admitió la de cobrizos reflejos rizados con una sonrisa adornando sus labios

~Siempre hay un método de amar...~

◇: Y te amo, Evangeline...

Aquel puente musical no tardó en empezar, y miles de miradas siguieron a la feliz pareja que bailaba bajo el foco de la felicidad; aquella era la prueba de oro para MacKenzie, y aunque quisiera correr lejos y convencerse de que podía borrar esa escena y fingir que no debía dejar de ver a su Kj... sabía que seria su perdición.

~El hermoso amor...~

~¡El grandioso amor!~

◇: Así es nuestro amor... ¿Verdad que si?

~¡Me oui!~

Conteniendo las lágrimas y apretando sus labios, MacKenzie tomo un suspiro para por fin sacar aquello de si misma. Dejando rodar unas cuantas lágrimas y abriendo sus labios una última vez, solo para pronunciar...

~Mirenla el cielo encender...~

☆: Te amo, Evangeline.

"Por que a veces, y solo a veces, el amor también es el hacerse a un lado para dejar que esa persona especial sea feliz con alguien más"

(Hermosas, preciosas y divinas aclaraciones:

-El lanzar un anillo al suelo simboliza que el dueño/a del anillo no quiere estar alli

-Se que la canción de Ma Belle Evangeline (Al igual que su película) es del año 2009, pero me pareció un lindo gesto el agregarlo)

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