#fic: press play

[jaemotion]

genre: smut, fluff, angst, college!au, cafe!au

summary: visiting another cafe for a change might just give you an extra willpower while studying when you found another version of the mark lee — who you've known to be a very good boy back home.

genre: smut, angst, e2l? college!au

summary: jaemin's the popular classmate who annoys the fuck out of you since you both joined the same gaming club, your streams never beating his due to his pristine personal branding. good thing you have someone to rant with about it — who strangely knows jaemin's antics more than you thought.

a/n: pics might be just placeholders btw, this one and the next poll will also consist of inspo and collab fic combo to help me decide which one to focus on first :)

[stinkrat-aleks]

Fake magazine cover for my cherik soccer au! I think Charles would be on a lot of magazines as the "figurehead" of mutant rights in professional athletics (Erik definitely holds onto every issue even after the divorce).

Some other McAvoys for magazine covers that I liked:

[hederasgarden]

Lewis Pullman Characters Masterlist

Outer Range

Oneshots

My Favorite Mistake (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.8K)

Half the reason you’re in the middle of nowhere Wyoming is because you’ve always been bad at choosing men. You expect Rhett Abbott will be no different.

Show Me The Ropes (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1K)

Rhett’s talents with roping and knot tying translate well in the bedroom.

The Trouble With Books (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.2K)

You and Rhett discover a surprising new kink together.

I’ll Be Your Fantasy (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 2.4K)

Sequel to The Trouble With Books. Rhett helps you play out a new fantasy.

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.5K) Rhett’s a handsy drunk, not that you mind.

Cowboy Trouble (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Rip Wheeler | Explicit l 3K)

When your boyfriend loses a game of poker, Rip Wheeler claims a night with you as the reward. 

Drabbles

Take The Weight of Me (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 570)

You go to Rhett when you don’t want to think anymore.

I get on my knees, but it ain’t to pray (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 700)

In the darkness behind the bar, you find yourself on your knees, ready to take everything Rhett has to offer.

Learning to Ride (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 300)

Rhett teaches you the proper way to ride a bull (and him).

Oasis (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Gen l 650)

When you reach your limit, Rhett’s there to help.

Need You Now (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 650)

After the rodeo, Rhett shows you how much he wants you.

Take Me to Heaven (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Arvin Russell | Explicit l 700)

If heaven’s a place you’re certain it can be found between Rhett and Arvin.

Take a Breath (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 250)

You and Rhett experiment with breathplay.

Hiraeth (Rhett Abbott x OC | Gen | 400)

A strange hole on the Abbott farm upends Mae Collin’s whole world.

Series

Stand By Me Masterlist (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Ongoing | Explicit)

When a local ranch hand’s attention evolves into something more sinister, Rhett Abbot becomes an unlikely source of comfort and protection for you.

Small Mistakes New Beginnings Masterlist (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Ongoing | Explicit)

After you fall pregnant from a one-night stand with Rhett Abbott, both of your lives change forever.

Headcanons

Jealous Rhett

Rhett and Cowboy!Jake Crossover

Being Rhett’s Housewife

Teasing Rhett

Moodboards

Practical Magic AU

Top Gun

One Shots

All The Right Moves (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Gen l 1.8K)

Your day takes a turn for the better when you meet not one but two cute Navy Pilots at the hospital. 

Follow the Leader (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Explicit l 883)

You and Bob love it when Phoenix takes charge.

Drabbles

Eager to Please (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader | Explicit l 400)

You learn pretty quickly that Bob is eager to please, but he still manages to surprise you with a request. 

Catch a Fallen Star (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader | Mature l 350)

Mermaid!reader x Sailor!Bob. He’s the only survivor from the ship that broke apart on the rocky shores of the island last night. Well, there were others, but your sisters took care of them all too eagerly.

No Wingman Needed  (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | General l 700)

When Hangman realizes you like Bob and Phoenix he tries to help.

Headcanons

The day Bob earns his call sign

A night of absolute devotion and attention with Bob

Moodboards

The Astronaut's Wife AU

Bad Times at the El Royale

Oneshots

Little Games (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Explicit l 1.4K)

Miles knows it’s wrong to watch you but he just can’t help himself. 

Saving You (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Mature l 1K)

Miles has done a lot of bad things in his life but saving you isn’t one of them.

Series

You Can Check Out Any Time You Like (Vampire!Miles Miller x F!Reader | Explicit | Ongoing)

Your life changes the night a mysterious stranger rescues you, but you'll soon learn that salvation comes at a deep cost.

Drabbles

Sleeping Beauty (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Explicit l 820)

Sometimes it’s easier for Miles when you’re quiet.

Press Play

The Small Things (Harrison Knott x Plus Size!Librarian!F!Reader | Mature | Ongoing Series)

A chance encounter on the first day of your new job leads to something wonderful and unexpected

♡Main Masterlist♡

[no-one-picked-maris]

liar

{a/n: I'm not at the office today because I'm currently waiting to see if I'm making a trip to the hospital. So have some smut. I posted the first paragraphs but deleted it because it wasn't supposed to be published, it was supposed to be a draft and I still don't know how to use Tumblr I guess...xoxo 6/21/23: I learned a couple of things}

What is too sweet - an over ripe pear; its juices dripping down your throat and chin?  You hadn’t thought about it before he asked - 

“What are you doing?”  Aemond said as his long fingers brushed yours. He took the handle of large, knit brown sack sagging with finery.  A pearl ring, silken threads and handkerchiefs - none yours.  

“Just picking up a few things,” you say prettily, so aware of your tone of voice, your hair (don’t touch it, don’t!).  He raised his eyebrows in response.  A bird caught your eye, you tried not to let it, but it did and you followed its flight while he spoke.

“Are you listening to me?” He asked, with a hand on your shoulder and your response - 

“No,” came too quickly, too bluntly.  And he smiled just a little.  How do you get away with this…you’re only pretty not beautiful. 

“Which one is yours?” he questioned -  tilting the knit sack toward you.  You shook your head, suddenly bashful.  A glance down, then your gaze met his.  You heard rustling, softly, in the bristling grass. Maybe mice - small and quick.  You step towards your protector and amusement spread upon his face.

And his hand upon your waist.  

You glance down now, suddenly shy when previously you had been so familiar.  Your hand reached up and grabbed his elbow softly, though you turned away.  His strong arms pulled you back - pulling you against him.  

“You’re too small I adore it,” he said, and you can feel his breath against your neck.   Your nipples were already hard against your chemise.  Of course, and all he’d done was breathe.  Exhale against your skin, his breath so warm.   His hand rested just under your ribcage now tracing along its bottom. 

Beauty tempers the blackest of hearts. But his heart is black and cruel and you’re little so little he gazed at you cruelly enchanted. 

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” His question dripped from his mouth like honey.  You did, but - with his breath on you neck and your hardened nipples.

You did.

“I don’t,” you said. 

“What does he have that I don’t? That’s what I don’t understand,” He replied incensed - he saw himself second best yet again.  He pulled you against him harder, closer.  Rougher. You bit your lip, you’ve done this dance before but never with him. Inhale - afraid it’s the deepest breath you’ll have for a while. 

“You look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat,” he said.  Pressure points spread from the back of your neck and your eyes watered just a little.  “Does he do this to you?” He asked, “Does he choke you while he fucks you?”  His other hand moves from his waist to your breast.  “I will.” 

His hand slipped inside your bodice, under your corset, your chemise.  Astounded at his actions in spite of them - his hand is heavy and warm, thumb lightly tracing your nipple.  “Can you take this off for me?” He asked - removing his hand from your throat to find the pins in your gown and drop them to the floor ping ping ping.  “I like your dress.  It’s nice,” he said. Now the last pin.  His hand traced from your bodice to your shoulder, resting upon your clavicles.  “Thin,” he said and kissed your neck. You nearly melted in his embrace, with his breath all hot and heavy on your neck. 

“I’m…,” you started to say with your voice trailing off. 

“Be quiet Kitten,” was his heady reply.

His hand enclosed your throat again, your eyes watering the littlest bit.  His other?  Upon your nipple, rolling it between his fingers ever so gently.  

“Off, all of it,” he pressed you against the tree. “Undo your corset for me,” his instruction rang in your ears as static tension pressed against the sides of your thighs, traveling up to your sweetest embrace.  Of course you complied, he was a prince so handsome, so capable.  You let your dress fall from your shoulders to the grass below as he pulls your corset over your hips and down your legs.  The cool breeze kisses your chest as your chemise floats softly to the ground.  

And you stood before him naked, his hand upon your throat.  You can feel the blood pulsing in your neck as he bites his lip. Of course you’ve got gooseflesh climbing down your legs - his hand now running up your thigh. 

If he pressed your hands against his chest and rutted again and again inside of you you’d scream so loud. 

“I’ve been patient,” he said into your ear as his hand began to explore your inner thigh.  He leaned his body against yours and against the tree - you couldn’t have moved even if you wanted to.  His feather touches trace your inner right thigh and taper off just before he gets close to your wetness.  As he placed his two fingers in his mouth his eye met yours and his knee spread your leg all the more.  And there you were.

He continued to hold your gaze as he gently slipped his two fingers inside of you.  At first.  The softest kisses on your lips, gently parted.  At first.  “I like that,” you breathed sweetly into his mouth with his hand squeezing your throat in response.  His eyes widened and his kisses came more timidly now. Aemond’s pace below quickened , the veins in his wrist starting to strain.  “I like it hard,” you told him - looking him in the eye, “I Like it to feel like you want me.”  His lips crooked the littlest bit as he pressed his hardened cock against your thigh - “I want you, can’t you feel it?” 

His hand left your throat, his thumb now tracing your chin as his other continued to finger fuck you with strained veins.  An opened mouth kiss as his hand abruptly left your cunt.  A few moments letter, his cock’s head traced along your inner folds, kissing your star sweetly before tracing back down.  He paused at your entrance, an enamored look upon his face - “Not like this,” he said, stepping back.  You felt yourself sliding down from the tree to the soft grass below.  “Like this then?” You smiled up from the ground your left left tracing his calf - “Can we fuck just like this?” You asked.

 Aemond knelt down next to you, his hand now exploring along your naked body.  Up your hip, your waist, your breasts, bypassing your throat to rest on your face.  Softly his thumb traced the outline of your jawline, and you returned the gesture as the small mice lived and died in the grass.  

His cock resumed its playfulness, tracing along your wetness.  You felt along his upper arms, muscle under your fingers and rough under your skin.  You left hand went along his chest, playing softly with the light dusting of hair there.  “You can choke me if you want,” you said, your hand resting on his upper chest. He gripped your face instead - his gemstone eye visible now. “I want to hear you,” he commanded as he squeezed your face and let go.

It was then he entered you, pushing your knees into your armpits.  “I. Want. To. Hear. You.”  

And so of course, you complied, he felt so good inside of you - he was so handsome, so capable.  Beginning gently, as he does, inside of you and then outside of you slowly with each inch a renewed jolt though your body.   Raw nerves between your legs received no rest, no respite, from the force of his hips.  With each of your desperate grasps of his flesh his thrusts grew in depth and intensity.  His hot breath remained on your face broken only by the open wanting kisses you shared.  

Lewd moans left your mouth with each and every deep rut.  He was almost too big for you - “You’re so tight I barely fit” - he stretched your velvet walls nearly to their breaking point.  Wet and rough, it was only a matter of time as your eyes rolled into the back of your head with each deep, deep rut.    

Your orgasm starts as a culmination of drops as the tendons between your legs tense and your walls begin clutch his cock. Swishing in your head as the pot finally boils over and Aemond pinning you down in response. He rides out your orgasm until he reaches his own climax with his hips pressing against you pushing his cock as deep as it can go.  

“You felt so good,” you told him.  It was true.   Sweaty, tired he smiled.  Of course you’d give him no rest, excited to pepper him with an observation.  He rolled off of you and onto his side, and cupped your face with his hand. 

“You’re a liar,” he teased, laying next to you.  “You do think of me,” 

[seiwas]

always thinking about shouto with an independent but also introverted and kind of shy reader

[indelicateink]

confused. are the screeners out or not? reports conflict.

because if so, journalistic integrity is kinda dogshit for some folks? did social media on this topic just become unusable for the next FOUR WEEKS while people in the know make reveals like the character spoiler today?

[whinlatter]

author's note | chapter 5: the flock 🌊

here is the author's note for chapter five of Beasts! this week, the tide's rolling in on the greyback hearings, the press are determined to rock the boat, harry and ginny head for the (metaphorical) lifeboats, and madam pince is officially sick of ginny weasley's shit. all the usual behind the scenes writing notes, headcanons, fic and meta inspo and song choices below, plus a tiny sneak peek of chapter six... 🗞️

✨ spoilers for this chapter below the cut  ✨

[ flock, n.: a number of birds of one kind feeding, resting, or travelling together ]

writing notes and headcanons:

the hearings – this chapter sees ginny forced to zoom out from her own (real) problems and start to confront developments beyond the castles: the trials/hearings, a broader politics and set of questions about justice and inclusions/exclusions from wizarding society, and the role of the media in that society’s political and cultural life. i wanted this chapter to feel like a wave building and building and breaking - narratively, i wanted a false break, with harry and ginny’s reunion, and the actual breaking to be with bill’s speech at the end (jury’s out on that one - also just made the chapter extremely long and a bit top heavy, which i might prune in an edit). but i was so excited to start writing this dimension to the fic more explicitly, because i’m really interested in taking up questions about the kinds of evil and darkness that linger after voldemort’s end, and how wizarding institutions do or don’t confront their own role in furthering kinds of societal divisions and discrimination that helped pre-dated voldemort and have survived him. it’s not that ginny’s personal problems aren’t valid or real, but that what i hoped for in this chapter is to take a step back and put what ginny’s going through into a broader context of a whole society coming to a reckoning. 

the wireless – i’ve taken some creative liberties on the wireless, as we don’t really know how it works (this pottermore page on technology was far more frustrating than it was helpful lmao - if muggle wirelesses have been ‘modified’, are they still running on the same kinds of (muggle) technology, or on magic? how do they work!!!). i decided static must still exist lol, to add to this sensory experience of irritating omnipresent noise ginny experiences throughout this chapter. the lil opener about the shipping forecast i’m so attached to is a bit of a love letter to this very strange british radio tradition (i really recommend listening to a sample one, they’re so charming), but i liked it also as a window onto a possible touchpoint between muggle and wizarding society that the wireless itself symbolises. young ginny’s question to arthur about sea monsters causing waves, and arthur’s response (“there doesn’t always have to be a monster, you know. Sometimes, there are other things to worry about”) is me trying to play with ideas about wizarding hubris that young witches and wizards internalise but which prevent wizarding society from seeing its own blindspots and points of ignorance. also the shipping forecast is foreshadowing for the rest of the chapter lol (forth is the oceanic region nearest hogwarts; lundy is the region nearest cornwall, where bill’s from. don’t worry i think i’m obnoxious too)

on bill weasley – bill is probably my favourite weasley after ron and ginny. he could be a really nothing character, but instead he’s quietly a really strong and reassuring presence who is clearly widely admired and who has these really loving close relationships with other great characters. he’s empathetic and highly observant, he’s got a sense of humour but also knows when to be serious, and he takes his responsibilities to his parents and to his siblings very seriously. but he’s also got this other streak - ginny think it’s him being drawn to ‘glamour’ and ‘adventure’, but i see it more as him having a bit of a capacity to surprise, an edge, a real audacity, strong sense of self, and a belief in his own convictions. that neither bill nor charlie followed arthur into the ministry is i think very revealing of how the weasley siblings grow up seeing through the political institutions of their world (and what makes percy’s arc all the more heartbreaking). 

bill and remus – this is such a personal obsession of mine lol, being a big fan of both bill and remus as characters in their own right, but i think bill and remus’ interactions in canon are small but really meaningful, and speak to two characters bound together in some way, even before bill’s attack. obviously they’re both young(ish) men in the order, reasonably close in age (at least, less than the age gap between remus and dora), and they both often play similar roles within the larger group of resistance fighter, including as peacemakers (to molly in ootp over percy, and to ginny in DH during the evacuation), and sage guides to the younger ones (remus examples too many to name, but on bill i’m thinking of him advising harry in pre-gringotts, sheltering ron after his desertion). they also, canonically, both have an interest in these questions about politics, beings and beasts the place of other species in the wizarding world, actually discussing the goblin Q together with arthur in ootp (remus on goblins: “if they’re offered freedoms we’ve been denying them for centuries they’re going to be tempted [by Voldemort]”) then, of course, after bill’s attack, remus is both a source of information and experience in the immediate aftermath, and has previously shown an interest in comforting victims of werewolf attacks and other wereolves (ootp in st mungo’s). i think they also have a mutual respect and quite a warm friendship, only glimpsed very briefly through harry’s narration. when mad-eye is killed during the seven potters rescue, it’s remus who consoles a crying bill at the burrow (‘Bill’s voice broke. “Of course you couldn’t have done anything,” said Lupin.’) remus knows bill is upset and offers to recover mad-eye’s body with kingsley to spare bill the task, but bill is insistent he wants to go, and the two of them agree to set off alone together. bill also seems to know about remus trying to leave tonks, and knows when they’ve reconciled: ron passes the info on to the trio through bill. then ofc when teddy is born, remus and bill have that lovely moment where bill’s trying to get him drunk to toast to his son’s birth when remus is absolutely elated. i think remus’ experience as a fellow victim of greyback, their age gap and remus’ credentials as a young man who fought in the first war would mean bill would both look up to remus a great deal and would motivate him to do right by remus in death.

bill and ginny – ginny’s admiration, even reverence, for bill, comes through so strongly in canon (harry even seems faintly amused by it, as it borders on hero-worship - “Bill doesn’t like him either,” said Ginny, as though that settled the matter, in OotP). i think if fleur had been with any other of her brothers, ginny might have taken her arrival better. little ginny wants to be charlie, but she also really admires bill and will follow where he leads (👀). bill sticking his neck out will (we’ll see) have big consequences for his family and for ginny. all i’ll say for now is that i think it means a lot that ginny spends this chapter trying to shield bill from the horrors of the greyback hearings, and then he takes her surprise and walks straight into the fire.

on the montgomery family - i wrote much longer versions of all the testimonies drawn from canon here (the montgomery family, parvati on lavender, bill on remus and his own attack). The montgomery family only get a brief mention in HBP, the two sisters whose little brother died after being attacked by greyback, and writing from the perspective from the parents of that child was honestly horrendous. i had to cut a lot of it down because it was just actually horrific and much too sad, too early in the chapter. but yeah sorry writing this chapter really made me realise how fucking awful the greyback stuff is. truly truly not children’s book shit lol

on parvati and lavender - i wanted parvati’s testimony about lavender to address the severity of her injuries after the attack, but it was also important to use this speech as a chance to explore how this friendship feels for those two characters. Harry’s narration is that of a teenage boy - he’s friendly with them both, but not close, probably has a bit more time for parvati than lavender, and he’s largely uninterested in both girls’ inner lives (and tends to dismissive them as silly, girlish and giggly). so it seemed important to explore their friendship as something rich and meaningful, and to put forward a version of lavender that, while shaded by her canon appearances, gives her a more well-rounded and kinder character assessment than the narration in canon ever affords her. hermione looking up to the dormitory steps as she listens to them, ginny and luna holding hands during - girls processing their friendships 2k23 babyyy 

on hermione and ginny – as discussed in the last author’s note, this is me playing with how to write conflict between two female characters that’s true to their characterisation and their relationship’s dynamics, but that also has them both coming from a reasonable and understandable place but both exhibiting unhealthy coping mechanisms. ginny is avoidant, using humour, denial and distractions, and fiercely protective of the other gryffindors, trying to shelter them from exposure to too many emotional triggers. without spoiling anything, hermione has a different perspective; she wants all the information possible, she’s very interested in these questions of how this society will or won’t change, and the prospect of reform (she also, of course, has had her own traumatising run-ins with greyback), but, as ginny, harry and ron can all see, she’s not taking care of herself - she’s not allowing her any respite from the traumatising news cycle, and she’s also clearly showing signs of distress, isolation and PTSD, particularly the absence of harry and ron (especially ron, our real hero in this chap). i’ve found it so fun but challenging to write ginny’s pov when personally i’d probably be much more like hermione (want to know everything and obsessively follow the news lol). i really care about trying to write this arc in a way that feels fair to both characters.

on harry and ginny – i finally let them kiss ok!!! and i even gave harry a semi (sorry). those two just write themselves. it was very very important for me in this chapter to have the two of them thinking together about the world around them, as well as providing each other with forms of emotional support that are valuable to each of them (quiet, careful, lots of physical contact, not overstepping or overreaching, balanced out by laughter). ginny is better practiced at this: harry is still learning, though he’s getting there. what i hope i’m starting to show is how these two people go from teenage sweethearts to two people in a marriage and a partnership. (also how do you know ginny’s in the grounds a lot in the mornings harry??? hmmmmmm???) also harry potter loves the sea it’s canon and he also has no chill and definitely would pick out a little seaside house for them both tomorrow if ginny let him. love u hjp miss writing your narration where i could take for granted that you’re very selectively observant and have you slowly realise things. ginny is too observant i have to work much harder to cultivate her ignorance lol

on ron and ginny – i really feel like you can tell in their parting conversation that i’ve been binging succession lately. the surprise at ‘love you’ is pure roy siblings without any of the you know, deeply-fucked-up-ness

on st andrews/anstruther/scottish coastal destinations – how does ginny know these places, indeed? a story for another time… (we’ll get there)

on arnold – ok confession time: i forgot about arnold when i mapped out this fic. wrote a ginny pov fic about magical beasts and forgot her literal pet. in my defence, on my re-reads i was always just thinking like, what is the point of arnold. also what tf happens to arnold. is arnold one of the fallen fifty? we do not know. (...) at a certain point, though, i realised that arnold is just like, a dumb fun pet an adolescent girl gets to play with, and that’s kind of the point. joy is worth something in its own right. so having remembered he exists in canon lol and had that realisation, i’m happy with how he’s ended up in this fic finally lmao. the story of his handover is still to come, but for now just to say i really like the idea of little bea taking ownership of ginny’s pet, this symbol of innocence and fun and happy girlhood. 

on chapter titles – this one is for my jonathan livingstone seagull fans (👀 again…)

reading list:

on bill weasley: 

up and down and barely made it over by cosmicwritings

Harbor by @greenhousethree

on postwar justice and trials:

castles by @pebblysand

on the sea:

Harry and Ginny at Shell Cottage (meta)

on neville and ginny's friendship:

Ginny and Neville: A Friendship Forged in Fire (meta) by @greenhousethree

on lupin among the werewolves:

It's Just What You Do To Get By by @evesaintyves

songs for this chapter from the playlist:

to anyone who has reached out to tell me they’ve been listening to the playlist - you are all the loves of my life and i could kiss you. i spend an indecent amount of time picking songs out for that damn playlist, and i really used this week’s to get me into the zone for writing different sections, so feel very attached to this chapter's song choices (also it includes one of my all-time favourite songs, nobody else will be there, by the national, which is an immaculate and underrated hinny anthem and maybe my favourite love song in the world)...

house by the sea by moddi | a hidden life - james newton howard | blood bank by bon iver | the tree, the beach, the sea - max richter | the rip tide (ber-abq version) - beirut | the beast - laura marling | funeral - phoebe bridgers | beach baby - bon iver | nobody else will be there - the national | lost at sea - rob grant, lana del ray | what he wrote - laura marling 

and a tiny sneak peek of chapter six... ❓❔⁉️

MEET THE WEASLEYS: THE WIZARDING WORLD’S MOST OUTSPOKEN - AND CONTROVERSIAL - FAMILY  William ‘Bill’ Weasley may have made headlines after his recent pro-werewolf testimony before the Wizengamot. But Bill’s not the only Weasley unafraid to ruffle some feathers. Get to know the notorious family who are no stranger to scandal, with the Daily Prophet’s handy pull-out guide, Which Weasley?  

[windor-truffle]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE WORD "ASBEL" SHOWS UP IN MY OUTLINE DOC 1,840 TIMES?????????

[upinyourcortex]

yeah joseph quinn fans are weird as fuck man

[seinsiao3]

Drarry - Gamer / Streamer Au

Title: Press 'F' To Pay Respect by: Boredom (Seinsi)

Tags: Gamer / Streamer Au, Modern Au, Non-magic Au, Enemies-to-Friends-Lovers, In-Game Married

Relationships: Harry Potter / Draco Malfoy

Synopsis:

AU where Hogwarts is an MMORPG. Draco Malfoy, a popular streamer and player known as 'SlyPrince,' gets accused of cheating during a game event (Triwizard Tournament) because of his affiliation with the Slytherin guild. He faces off against a top-ranked player and a faceless streamer known as 'TheChosenOne,' and when the game glitches (similar to what happened in second year <Parseltongue> lol), Draco's reputation takes a hit from cancel culture. As a result, he's barred from participating in the next major event, the <Wizarding War>, affecting both his and his guild's rankings.

Draco discovers an old account he abandoned years ago, 'Serpent,' and upon logging in, notices unfamiliar skills not part of his original class build. Suddenly, 'TheChosenOne' starts harassing him, revealing that their game characters are married to each other. Now Draco can't shake off 'TheChosenOne's' attention.

Kinda confusing but do check out the full fic idea on the link! 🤣🎮

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

White Christmas

Winter Whumperland: Day 4. Holiday Lights Show (comfort prompt)

Fandom: Press Play, Harrison Knott, gn!reader

Summary: Since moving to Hawaii a few years ago, you have missed the cold and snow, especially around Christmas time. Your boyfriend Harrison finds a solution to this problem.

Word Count: 1645

TW: Fluff, Pure fluffy fluff

He didn’t tell you where you were going. He just said he would pick you up at 7 in front of your house. Harrison was always surprising you with things like this and he had never disappointed before. So, as soon as you got home from work, you changed clothes and made sure to be standing on the curb at precisely 7 o’clock to wait for him.

At 7:02, your boyfriend’s car turned the corner and pulled to a stop in front of you. Harrison quickly jumped out of the car and hurried to your side.

Pressing a quick kiss on your lips, he said, “I’m sorry I’m late. I had to pick up something and the line was longer than expected.”

“I was just about to give up on you and go back inside,” you teased. “But I guess I can let it slide this once.”

He grinned as he took your hand and led you over to the car. “Thank god. But I think you will agree the wait was worth it.”

He opened your door and waited while you climbed into the car. Once situated, he slammed it shut and walked to the driver’s side. You noticed two Starbucks cups nestled in his cup holders, steam still rising from the holes in the lids.

After Harrison climbed into the car and shut the door, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and drew him into another kiss. When you parted, you muttered, “You were right. It was worth it. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it. Front one’s yours,” he said, nodding to the cups as he started the car.

Removing it from the holder, you raised the cup to your lips and took a tiny sip. The liquid was very hot and you only got a fleeting taste, but you could tell instantly it was perfect. Your exact favorite order down to the last detail. 

Harrison glanced over as you attempted to take another sip. “Did I do good?”

Whipping some stray liquid off of your lip, you nodded. “You did fantastically! Though, isn’t it a little hot out for this?”

Though it was the middle of December and at night, it was still currently over 70℉ (21℃) outside. While you weren’t complaining about the constant warm weather, you did sometimes miss the snow from your childhood, especially as it drew closer to Christmas. It was what you missed the most since you moved to Hawaii a few years ago. Christmas Day spent in shorts and a t-shirt still felt wrong to you.

But Harrison just smiled coyly. “I think it’ll be fine.”

When you tried to press him for more information, he told you to just wait and see. So, you flipped on the radio before settling back in your seat. Christmas music began playing and soon Harrison was singing along softly. 

Resting your head against the passenger door, you closed your eyes as you let his voice drift over you. He wasn’t exactly what you would call a traditionally good singer, but there was something about the low timber of his voice that always put a smile on your face and left you wanting more. But today, between the warmth in your stomach from the drink and the long hours at work, you soon found yourself drifting off to sleep.

The next thing you knew, you felt something lightly brush your cheek. Then Harrison’s lips slid closer to your ear as he muttered, “Wake up, sweetheart. We’re here.”

Your eyes fluttered open to find Harrison’s face just inches from yours. Smiling softly, you mumbled, “Sorry about that. I guess I was more tired than I thought.”

Harrison sat back in his seat. “That’s okay. It just added to the surprise.” 

As he opened his car door and climbed out, you looked out of your window to see where you were. The car was parked in a fairly full parking lot outside of a large building. It looked like a stadium or convention center of some kind but there were no visible signs around to give you more information.

Your door opened and Harrison helped you out of the car. He reached back in and grabbed both drinks before handing yours to you. The cup was still warm to the touch though you didn’t see any steam rising from it anymore. So you probably hadn’t been asleep for that long.

You started to follow the other people around you as they headed towards the building, but Harrison grabbed your elbow and gently guided you towards the back of the car. Opening the back hatch, he said, “We’re gonna want these.”

You stared in bewilderment as he revealed two fairly heavy jackets, two pairs of gloves, and two beanies. He handed one of each to you before pulling his beanie down over his wavy locks with a grin. Glancing around, you noticed for the first time that the other people in the parking lot were similarly dressed, all bundled up for the sort of weather that never occurred here. Even more confused than before, you decided to just go with it and you put on the jacket Harrison offered you. 

After putting on the gloves and letting Harrison put your beanie on for you, the two of you headed towards the entrance of the building walking hand-in-gloved-hand while also carrying your drinks. When you reached the building, Harrison grinned as the two of you approached the automatic door, his eyes never leaving your face as he waited to see your reaction to whatever this place was. With a deep breath, you took a step forward and the doors slid open.

Immediately, you were hit in the face by a freezing blast of air, much colder than was usual for public buildings. But it made sense the second you stepped through the door. There was a ticket booth just in front of you with a sign that read “Welcome to Santa’s Winter Wonderland”. Beyond the booth, you saw snow (or some artificial variety) drifting slowly down from the ceiling in the main lobby that was connected to a dozen or so different areas all dedicated to different activities: ice skating, snowman building, a display of ice sculptures, indoor snowball fights, a reindeer petting zoo, Mrs. Claus’s milk and cookies, meet Santa. It was almost too much to take in all at once.

You could feel Harrison’s eyes still on you and you turned to him, your mouth slightly agape. “What is this place?”

“Apparently, you aren’t the only one who wishes Hawaii got more traditional Christmas weather. So, this place gives you the chance to do all that cold, snowy, winter stuff right here. And the best part is when we’re done, I don’t have to deal with driving home in the snow,” he teased.

Tears began to fill your eyes but you quickly brushed them away. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you squeezed Harrison tightly. “Thank you. This is amazing! It’s all the things I miss about the holiday season all in one place.” Releasing him, you looked wildly around the room. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“It’s completely up to you. This place closes at midnight after a big light display.” He slid his hand into yours. “So, for the next four-ish hours or so, show me what it’s like to have a white Christmas.”

And show him you did. You decided to start by looking at the ice sculptures as the two of you sipped on your drinks. Once they were empty, you dragged Harrison to the ice skating rink though he gave up after only a few minutes. He decided he was much better on the waves than the ice. But you never felt his eyes leave you as you continued to twirl and race around the rink on your own. Then the two of you challenged a few teenagers to a snowball fight that you lost horribly. It turned out there was more of a learning curve than Harrison expected when figuring out how to make a decent snowball and the two of you left that area soaking wet but laughing. Despite Harrison’s difficulties with snowball making, the two of you then built a pretty decent looking snowman. You chose two bright blue buttons for its eyes and joked that it took after Harrison.

Though there was still more you wanted to do, it was getting close to midnight and an announcement was made that the holiday light show was about to begin. The crowd had thinned out as the night went on and there weren’t that many other people left which allowed the two of you to find a secluded spot in the corner to sit and watch the upcoming display.

As the lights began to dim around the room, you leaned your head against Harrison’s shoulder. “Thank you for this.”

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in closer to his side. “I know how much you’ve missed the cold and snow for Christmas. And while I might not have been able to give you the real thing, I thought you might enjoy the closest thing Hawaii has to offer.”

“It was perfect. For the first time since I moved here, it really feels like the holidays again. And the best part was that I got to share it with you.” 

You reached up and pressed your lips to Harrison’s just as the first light display shimmered to life, casting the room in the bright glow of reds and greens. Harrison smiled against your lips and kissed you back so lovingly that you felt a warmth in your chest despite the cold.  

Though neither of you could later recall any specifics from the light show itself, you both agreed it was your favorite part of the night.

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[kirayaykimura]

This was partially written because I think Lili is wild enough to believe practice kissing is a good idea and partially because @sabraeal and I have spoken at length about a jealous Soo-Won and I thought, “Yeah, those two things will pair nicely.”

Soo-Won was engrossed in whatever he was reading at the moment and Lili was bored. So bored. The most bored she’d ever been in her life. Actually, she took that back. Nothing would ever be worse than the hours spent learning how to be a proper lady. At least with this boredom, she could lay flat on the ground in Soo-Won’s office, place the book she’d been reading over her face, and announce, “I’m so bored!” 

If she’d done that around her teacher, Eun-Bi, she would have been poked with a walking stick and forced to practice calligraphy until her fingers cramped and she could barely see straight. Soo-Won, however, simply hummed disinterestedly. 

“Entertain me,” she demanded.

“And how would you like me to go about doing that?” he asked. 

He obviously expected her to give up on her request. It was raining heavily, a rarity in the Sky Tribe that had forced them indoors hours earlier and had yet to let up, meaning a walk around the castle grounds was out of the question. The problem wasn’t either of them getting wet; it was more that everyone would fuss about them getting dirty or, worse, sick, and Lili didn’t feel like dealing with all that. If she asked Soo-Won to tell her a story, he’d just read whatever dry text he currently had open aloud. She knew this because it had happened multiple times. She knew the strangest tidbits about foreign economic relations. 

Lili groaned, directionlessly dissatisfied with her life and hoping her vague vocal displeasure would lead to Soo-Won having a good idea. Soo-Won ignored her. 

It was tragic, really, her life. Someone should write her story. It would certainly be more interesting and much sadder than the story she was currently reading, in which a woman falls in love with a man but they can’t be together because he lives on a remote island and she is too poor to afford the ferry to visit him. The fifth time the woman said, “Would that we could be together for every sunrise!” Lili got annoyed and gave up on the novel. Thus, her current state of using it as a mask instead of reading the words on the page. Just be together or don’t. She didn’t understand why she had to suffer terrible prose for a problem that could easily be solved via theft. 

“Have you ever tried kissing?” Lili asked. 

She’d stopped reading just as the two main characters were about to kiss - though they would almost certainly be torn apart at the last second just like all the other almost moments so far - and all she felt was over it. But there must be something she was missing, right? It was in every book Tetora recommended, and even some she’d found on her own. There had to be something to it if it was all anyone could talk about. And if he wasn’t going to offer up any entertainment himself, she was going to choose this as their topic of conversation. 

There was a pause before Soo-Won said, voice light with just a hint of nervous laughter, “Pardon?”

Lili sat up, letting the book fall from her face to land gracelessly on her lap. “Kissing. Have you ever done it?” 

“I, uh-” Soo-Won said, “no?” 

His smile did not look comfortable. The tilt of his eyebrows was all wrong. Plus, there was the fact that he was smiling at all. The most she’d ever seen from him was a small quirk of the lips that she had interpreted as fond, and that hadn’t even been directed at another person. It had been to a cat who let him rub her belly for ten whole seconds before wriggling up off her back and out into the gardens again. Over the months spent with him, she’d learned that he only ever smiled when he was either faking hospitality or trying to politely redirect someone’s energies. This, of course, just made her want to pursue the topic even harder. 

“Have you ever wanted to?” Lili asked. 

“Oh, maybe,” he said. “When the time is right. At the moment, I have other things-“

“You can stop lying,” Lili said, cutting him off. She didn’t know if it was amusing or insulting that he thought she couldn’t tell he was lying through his teeth. “I don’t think I really want to, either, but other people seem really interested in it. I wondered why.” 

“Oh,” Soo-Won said. He instantly relaxed, shoulders falling away from where they’d crept upwards and mouth smoothing out to something more thoughtful. It was quite the transformation. 

“Wait,” she said before he could comment on her curiosity, “why do you look so relaxed now?” 

“What’s that?” he asked evasively. 

“You were really freaked out just now. What was that about?” 

“Nothing at all!” He gave another fake laugh that Lili refused to dignify. She simply crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited for him to fess up.

Sensing it was a lost cause, he gave an inaudible sigh, then said, “I thought you were going to ask me to do it.” 

“Do what?” 

She watched, delighted, as a blush spread across his soft, delicate cheeks. She had no idea why her question had inspired such a reaction, but it was always a good day when she could mortify the man to this point. 

“Kiss you,” he forced out. 

What? It took her a moment to piece together the broken fragments of his side of the conversation, but when they clicked, she asked, “You thought I was asking you to kiss me?” and then fell over with the force of her laughter. 

“Okay,” he said softly. 

“That’s hilarious,” she said, still very much laughing. “Why would I ever-“

Hold on. Pause. She sat up, abruptly serious, and said, ��That’s not a bad idea.” 

“Oh no,” was all Soo-Won said. 

“You should kiss me.”

“I really shouldn’t.” 

“We’ll finally get to see what all the fuss is about,” she said, ignoring him. “At the very least, we’ll get some practice enduring it, I guess, for people we actually like.” 

“No,” he said. 

She groaned, but his refusal wasn’t surprising. He really, obviously didn’t want to kiss her if the earlier part of their conversation was anything to go by. That was fine, though. She didn’t really want to kiss him either. She just needed someone.

She stood, tossed her abandoned book on a nearby table, and said, “Fine. I’ll go see what Ju-Do’s doing.” 

“Ju-Do?” Soo-Won asked. 

“Sure.” Lili shrugged. “He’s single.” Plus, they might yell at each other for a little bit and it was always fun to rile up Soo-Won’s staff. 

“You’re going to ask Ju-Do to kiss you,” Soo-Won said. 

“Yep,” Lili said. Then, “See ya.” 

She made it about four steps before a hand caught her elbow. Soo-Won turned her back towards him and cupped her jaw with his free hand. She just barely registered that palm wasn’t as soft as she’d expected before he kissed her. 

Oh. 

Huh. 

So this was what it was like. 

It wasn’t unpleasant, she supposed. It wasn’t much of anything at the moment. Just a boy pressing his face close to hers. Though it wasn’t what she had planned, and though that plan had been formed less than five minutes ago, she’d be damned if she was going to let this opportunity pass her by without trying to get some sort of reaction. She moved her lips against his as he moved his hand from her elbow to her lower back, pulling her in closer and tilting her head just so and oh. 

This was what it was like?

Well, hot damn. It seemed everyone was on to something after all. 

Eventually, after an untold number of exploratory kisses, Soo-Won pulled back far enough for their lips to disconnect. Lili blinked her eyes open to a world in which she knew what kissing felt like and knew Soo-Won was kind of good at it. It was unfair that he’d picked it up quickly enough to give her goosebumps, and she would have been more upset if she had been thinking about anything other than how to get his mouth back on hers immediately right now. 

“Don’t go to Ju-Do,” Soo-Won said. 

She stared up at him, then asked, “Who?” two seconds before she registered what he was talking about. 

His lips quirked upward in a small, rare, real smile. It was probably a good thing that he didn’t really smile at anyone because that thing was dangerous. Her heart gave a painful thump in her chest knowing that smile was meant for her, not some random cat that had wandered into his path. If it made him smile at her like that, she’d never remember Ju-Do again. It wouldn’t be much of a loss, anyway. He wasn’t old enough to interest her. 

He stroked his thumb across her cheek, grounding her in the moment, and said, “Don’t ask Ju-Do to kiss you.” 

“I’ll do whatever I want,” she said. It was a token protest at best, and they both knew it. “But you did a very thorough job of it, so I don’t need to ask anyone else for now.” She punctuated her statement with a friendly punch to his arm that she had never attempted before and never would again. 

He glanced down at where she’d struck him, amused, before finally letting her go. The loss of his warmth as he stepped back made her goosebumps return for less pleasurable reasons. It was embarrassing how needy she was being at the moment. Over a boy who was obviously unaffected by all this. Over Soo-Won. Unacceptable. She dusted off her pride, raised her chin, and said, “Good work today.” 

“You as well,” he said, clearly trying not to laugh at her. 

They were saved from any more awkwardness by two short knocks on the door and Kye-Sook letting himself into the room. He spared her a brief, disdainful glance before focusing on the person he’d actually come for. 

“Your majesty, you are needed in the library,” Kye-Sook said. 

“Right now?” Soo-Won asked. 

“Yes, sir. Immediately.” 

“Would you excuse me?” he asked Lili. 

She waved a hand. “Go.”

“Lady Lili, you cannot-” Kye-Sook started. 

“I’m not going to stay here,” she said.

It was an argument they’d had many times before. She wasn’t allowed to stay in Soo-Won’s office without him because he was afraid she would snoop, which was funny because, one, she already knew the big secrets and, two, Soo-Won routinely let her poke around when he was in the room. Nothing had ever been made off-limits. He obviously hadn’t realized that because he was still enforcing the rule that she left when he did. Just like he hadn’t realized what she’d been doing with his precious king moments ago. His eyes narrowed slightly at her smug grin, confused by the departure from her normally annoyed reaction.  

“Have fun at your meeting or whatever,” Lili told Soo-Won. Then, because Kye-Sook was watching, because she still wanted to, she stepped back into his space, rose up on her toes, and pulled his face down to meet hers for a brief goodbye kiss. 

She left two stunned men in her wake, which was, frankly, her favorite way to exit a room. If she never got to kiss Soo-Won again, at least she went out on top. 

[hirokiyuu]

thinking abt sym a lot today (talking to rho) and this is going to sound silly maybe but i like how alien he is. thinking abt this mostly w/rt how i think he would see a sol that's upset over missing dys after his teenage gardener transformation and genuinely just not be able to understand that at all. dys isnt dead? he's still there? and unable to comprehend why sol is upset and missing him

[milflewis]

He tries to sing a little quieter in his drivers room

Niamh, respectfully, wtf. Shut UP

no but george finding valtteri in his room and he’s like. the fuck are you doing here. and valtteri has to tell this fucking british twink cow eyed lesbian that he misses lewis’s singing 😔😔🤧🤧 and george !! george god bless him believes in true love !! he was raised right so what else can he do but help him !! so he starts sneaking val into the merc motorhome so val can sit in george’s driver room and listen to lewis sing next door bc that is the only logical solution to their problem

(smt smth lewis ends up catching them n he’s like. val !! wait….val?? oh….val 🥺🥺 bc he thinks they’re sleeping together but val n george are too busy freaking out that they got caught to realise what lewis is thinking n shit spirals. lewis stops singing. val is miserable. george just wants his room back. smth smth)

[jussst-lurking]

Why is it so hard to describe someone playing the piano? Like, I’ve literally been playing for nearly all my life and yet I cannot describe playing the piano by the person who plays it in writing!