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[adventures-in-drabbling]

can I get lacewoodshipping with #1 please and thank you

I haven’t written fanfic (or anything lmao) for at least a year and a half now, and honestly I don’t come on tumblr much anymore either. It just so happened that I caught the email about this ask in my inbox, and I was just like... oh, I forgot about that blog. What were those prompts I reblogged way back when? So I came and had a look, and for the first time in months and months and months, I actually feel inspired to write. So, thank you! <3 and also I apologise if this is really bad, because… haven’t written in a year :’)

Lacewood, minific prompt #1: things you said at 1 am

“You’re beautiful.”

The tip-tap-clack of a keyboard was the only reply to Augustine’s hushed murmur, and he found himself part-proud, part-relieved, and part-disappointed that Serena was so engrossed in the work on the screen before her that she hadn’t heard his unintentional admission.

Part-proud, because as her mentor, watching Serena flourish into a fully-fledged Pokémon researcher absorbed in her work made his heart swell.

Part-relieved, because he hadn’t actually intended the words to leave his mouth, even if they had been the only thing circling his brain for the past two hours. (If he thought about it hard enough, it had actually been circling his brain pretty incessantly for the past two years.)

And part-disappointed, because this… thing between them, the strange will-they-won’t-they, their undeniable chemistry, and the way they just fitted together, had been going on for far too long in his humble opinion. In any other situation, he liked to imagine he would have just taken the plunge and made his feelings known, but this… this was Serena. It was different, too important to risk messing up in the event that he had really misinterpreted what the past two years of her soft smiles and lingering gazes really meant.

He sat back in his chair, putting a little space between them where he had been leaning forward, his elbow on his knee and chin resting in his hand, eyes entirely focused on the woman before him instead of the work he was supposed to be overseeing.

His eyes flick to the clock: 1am. He hadn’t even realised the time and had barely registered in the back of his mind that everyone else in the lab must have gone home long ago. His gaze falls back to Serena, and again his breath is snatched away from him as he’s struck by the same thought.

She’s beautiful.

Objectively she was, of course. Long brown-blonde hair, confident, charismatic, sparkling eyes that could make anyone weak at the knees. But it was now, in a dishevelled labcoat, hair slowly falling from its careless bun (and framing her face beautifully, in his opinion), sat in the dim Pokémon lab and illuminated by the light of the computer screen before her, that made Augustine’s heart skip a beat.

“Do you think so?” Her voice was so loud against the silence that had surrounded them, that Augustine had to try very hard to mask his surprised jump as a stretch. Once he registered her words, however, he froze, arms half-raised above his head.

Had she heard him?

“Uh…” he replied intelligently, heart no longer skipping any beats but instead going at a million miles an hour and almost threatening to give out.

To his relief, she cast him a glance and gestured at the report on the screen.

“This, here. Do you think I’ve framed the hypothesis well enough?”

Oh.

“Oh, yes, of course,” he leans closer and scans the last couple of paragraphs, not really taking any of it in at all. “Bon travail, very good job, Serena!” She grins at him and he moves back out of her way as she triumphantly clicks ‘Save’.

“I didn’t realise the time,” she says with a slight groan, unfolding herself from where she had been sat tense and rigid for far too long, and it was all Augustine could do to watch her stand and stretch her shoulders and neck out.

“Yes,” he manages before his enamoured silence becomes too noticeable. “I should not have kept you here this late.” She shoots him a look.

“Like you could have stopped me,” she laughs, leaning down to grab her bag and switch off the computer and merde, Augustine has to avert his gaze because that lab coat is a little too form-fitting.

“Okay,” she continues once she straightens back up and Augustine can make eye contact with something other than the ceiling tiles once more. “I should probably head home.”

Augustine suddenly remembers his manners and springs out of his chair, placing a hand on her shoulder and encouraging her towards the elevator.

“You should have been home hours ago, I am a bad boss for letting you stay hunched up at a computer until the early hours,” he laments dramatically (and he counts it as a win from her good-natured smile and shake of the head at his theatrics). “Do you want me to walk you home?” he offers, although with how tonight was going he was unsure if his heart would be able to survive seeing Serena lit up by the soft golden lights of Lumiose City at night.

“Professor, I travelled the entire region,” she laughs, “some of which, yes, required travelling at night. I will be fine. Plus,” she adds, patting the bag at her hip, “I have Fennekin with me.”

Augustine nods in reply. She’s right, she’s more than capable of looking after herself – just another thing he loved so much about her, really.

“You can come in late tomorrow,” he offers as the elevator arrives, the doors opening with a soft ping. Serena scoffs.

“Absolutely not,” she steps into the elevator and Augustine tries his best not to focus on how much he misses the warmth of her shoulder under his palm as his arm falls back down to his side. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She pushes the button for the ground floor and steps back to smile at him.

“Goodnight, Serena,” he says quietly, his voice tender. Her face softens into a small smile at his tone.

“Goodnight, Augustine.”

The doors begin to shut, and there’s a strange moment of hesitation where Serena seems to make a decision, and in one quick movement she suddenly sticks a foot in front of the doors to stop them from closing.

“Oh- and also-“ she stops for a moment, and her cheeks pinken. “You’re pretty handsome yourself,” she says in a rush, grinning at his stunned expression before stepping back and allowing the doors to close her off completely.

Augustine can only stare, mouth open at the elevator, a million emotions coursing through him and finally landing on  horror.

She had heard him.

[fayoftheforest]

Word Search Tag!

Rules: Find the given words in your WIP[s]!

I was tagged twice for this game, so I figured I’d just combine the two! These are all from my recently completed WIP, South Park Confidential...

@wannabeauthorzofija‘s words were numb, sleep, eternity and peaceful:

Numb

They wandered around a little as they finished their drinks. Tweek laced his numb fingers about his cup and watched as steam rose from the surface of his coffee and danced up into the night sky. The tremors of his hands sent tiny waves rippling across the top of the coffee.

Sleep

“I, um…” Tweek slowly unwound his grip from his hair. “I usually sleep with the wireless on. The voices; the music. It gives me something to focus on that’s not, you know…” He tapped the side of his head.

Eternity

Tweek wasn’t sure if the best thing to do was to go looking for Craig, or to stay put, and just wait to be found. If he waited, he would avoid the grim fate of the pair being doomed to wander these halls for all eternity, each coming within inches of where the other had been, only moments ago. Then again, what if something terrible had happened to Craig? What if he was trapped somewhere? What if he was bleeding out? What if he was dying, slowly and painfully, with no one by his side, whilst Tweek stood twiddling his thumbs, waiting for a man who would never come.

Peaceful

“Shouldn’t do that,” Kyle yawned, then smiled groggily. “I’ll get wrinkles.” God, he really was out of it. He hadn’t been kidding when he said the medicine made him a little loopy. He snuggled in further to Stan, and fuck, he couldn’t handle this. This was too much to cope with, Kyle falling asleep nestled against him, so peaceful, so trusting. If this went on any longer, Stan’s heart would explode, or perhaps crumble into dust. He was too sober for this shit.

And from @mel-writes-with-her-dragons, whose words were shadow, water, morning and running:

Shadow

He could see it now with almost lifelike intensity: Craig, emerging from the shadows, brandishing a bayonet. In one swift moment, he’d slide the blade between Tweek’s ribs, and stand above him as he watched the life drain from his eyes and the blood drain from his body. His stoic expression wouldn’t slip for a second.

Water

Stark’s Pond was beautiful on a winter’s night, especially since it had not yet frozen over. Bright moonlight shone upon the water like a looking glass. Fresh snow drifts lined the edges, glistening and untouched. In the summer, when he was a kid, Stan used love swimming in its deep, warm waters. The idea of doing so now sent a shiver down his spine. As elegant as it was, it seemed almost abyssal. A dip at these temperatures would likely be deadly.

Morning

Stan patted him on the back, “Relax, Kyle. Wendy always stays late in the office on Fridays, even if she’s not supposed to, because her articles are due in first thing Saturday morning, and she likes to take her sweet time polishing them off. She’ll be here. Now, follow me. Walk like you’re meant to be here.”

Running

“It’s a speakeasy. Or at least, it was. A few decades ago, when prohibition was still alive and kicking, folk would come here to get pissed, and police were paid off to turn a blind eye. Times may have changed, but it’s still a good place to go if you want to avoid the long arm of the law. Old habits take a while to shake from the force.”

“So how come you’re here?”

“I want to avoid running into my buddy cops just as much as anyone else does,” he said. “Especially a select few. And especially tonight.”

If you’d like to be tagged in future writing tags so that you can play too, like this post and I’ll add you to my tag list! Tags below the cut...

Tagging @jmax523 @lanawritesalittle @tokyoghoulua @meadowclarke @deansnightingale @talesofsorrowandofruin @sirius-xthem  @averagebianimenerd @witherednightmare @sheyshocked @a-completely-normal-girl @lady-of-himring @draupadiyas

Your words are fire, scream, hot, and scowl.

[fayoftheforest]

Oh, how lovely! :)

He's got a happy little home...

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future games! ^^

Tagging from my tag list (let me know if you'd like to be added): @jmax523 @lanawritesalittle @jackeritesstuff @meadowclarke @deansnightingale @talesofsorrowandofruin @sirius-xthem-writing @averagebianimenerd @witherednightmare @sheyshocked @a-completely-normal-girl @lady-of-himring @draupadiyas @screnwriter

Vibe bowl

 Okay, so no one tagged me or anything, but I found a vibe bowl that I found very cute and probably my favourite picrew, soI wanted to tag a few people cuz I think a lot of you would enjoy doing this!

The picrew is here. 

Here’s mine:

mermaid teapot!!! Could you get anymore me!! Anyway even if I don’t tag you specifically, I encourage anyone who sees this to do this if you’d like! Even if you have no plans of sharing it, it’s so fun and pretty and there’s so much room for variation. 

Anyway, I’m tagging (no obligation as per usual, just for fun, also some of you i’d like to tag but it doesn’t let me for some reason, so i’m just emphasising this again - if you see this i genuinely tag you!!)):

@aerinth @datblobbyfish @scaredlittlefoxy @enchantedpendant @praisingkuroosbedhead @kakashi-tsukuyomi (or sachi-sims) @kakashisthickthighs​ 

[fayoftheforest]

How I Write Tag

Thanks for the tag, @the-unwrittenwriter!

Rules: Bold the things related to how you write...

present tense or past tense / first person or third person / double spaced or single spaced / action or emotion / similes or metaphors / OCs or existing characters / fluff or angst / music or white noise / character or plot / make them cry or make them laugh / tea or coffee / happy ending or bittersweet / morning or night / comic sans or times new roman

If you’d like to be tagged in writing games, like this post and I’ll add you to my list :) Tags are below the cut...

@jmax523 @lanawritesalittle @jackeritesstuff @meadowclarke @deansnightingale @talesofsorrowandofruin @sirius-xthem-writing @averagebianimenerd @witherednightmare @sheyshocked @a-completely-normal-girl @austinwrites @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @draupadiyas @wannabeauthorzofija

[fayoftheforest]

Shuffle Songs - Tag Game

Thanks for the tag, @wannabeauthorzofija! I love this game :)

Rules: Put a playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up...

I chose my playlist “Red” (yeah I organise my music based on colours, don’t ask why lmao). I’ve embedded the Spotify links for all of them as well if you’re curious!

Peaches by The Presidents Of The United States Of America

Wanker by The Oozes

Monsters by Saara Aalto

It’s Okay (To Punch Nazis) by Cheap Perfume

Word Salad by Destroy Boys

Girl Anachronism by The Dresden Dolls

Our Time by Riskee & The Ridicule

Boots for the Beatdown by The Oi! Scouts

Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low

Snakes by McCafferty

If you would like to be tagged in future tag games (typically writing related) then like this post. Tags below the cut...

@jmax523 @lanawritesalittle @jackeritesstuff @meadowclarke @deansnightingale @talesofsorrowandofruin @sirius-xthem-writing @averagebianimenerd @witherednightmare @sheyshocked @a-completely-normal-girl @austinwrites @lady-of-himring @draupadiyas @screnwriter