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i'm absolutely devastated by what's happening with the writer of zero cycle. i only discovered the story recently, and i know a lot of people are upset about the fact that she has to take her stories down. but it genuinely amazes me how much of an impact words can have on the internet.
her work with the fics is absolutely incredible. from the little i've read, the quality of everything she writes is unmatched. the way she describes scenes is insane, and she managed to inspire me as a writer within just a few minutes of reading. i just hope she doesnβt give up on the incredible talent she has.
this is supposed to be a space for fun, something that goes from fandom to fandom, and when it stops being that, when it stops being fun... the whole point of it is lost.
and please remember to always be kind. the impact you have is so, so much bigger than you realize.
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i wish i could show you guys the inside of my brain like i love writing but i wish you could see the movie playing in my head while writing YOU KNOW???
arvid knows how to handle a racing car. surely, a pair of scissors and your fringe can't be that difficult. right?
genre: fluff, romance, slice of life, pre-relationship.
warnings: a fringe, a pair of scissors, and two idiots who refuse to name whatβs happening between them. also... pure fluff.
word count: 857.
a/n: well, apparently i am capable of writing a really short little scene! guys, i honestly donβt even know how this one is. it hasnβt been proofread; it was more of a little confirmation that iβm still capable of writing (operation: oscar piastri is doing things to me). i hope you enjoy it. someone had asked me to write something with arvid, and i loved it. heβs such a sweetheart. THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RANDOM.
βAre you sure you know how to do this?β you ask, looking at Arvid from behind the fringe of hair heβs holding in his hand.
His eyes narrow, staring at that piece of hair as if it were a potential enemy, a high-powered car he needs to overtake with an inferior car, relying solely on the skill heβs acquired throughout all his years on four wheels. Except this doesnβt have four wheels.
Itβs your hair.
A fringe.
One thatβs going to define your appearance for the next few months.
No pressure.
βOf course I know how to do it,β he says, not a hint of a smile appearing as his concentration intensifies.
You want to laugh. Your lips press together. Even though, yes, this is something relatively serious, watching Arvid place so much importance on something is incredibly adorable. You watch the way his brow is furrowed, the closeness he always tries to maintain out of respect slowly disappearing as he moves closer to get the best cut possible.
The thing isβ¦ you two arenβt dating. Yet. Youβre in that strange stage where you keep kissing each other, and only each other, with no interest in kissing anyone else.
βArvid, I can go to a salon.β
βYou canβ¦β
βBut do you want to do it?β
βOf course. Iβve done this before. On other people. On my mom.β Arvid says, taking a deep breath. βDo you think my mom is pretty?β
Your gaze lingers on him for a second longer than it should before you let out a little laugh.
βLove, I donβt know your mom,β you say, poking him in the stomach.
Arvid takes a step back with a grimace and nods.
βNot yet,β he says quietly, the certainty of it knocking the air out of his lungs. βAnd donβt poke me like that, Iβm holding scissors!β
Your tongue glides over your lower lip and, finally, you close your eyes. Arvid moves in close again, raising the scissors and adjusting his grip on your fringe. You showed him how much you wanted to cut: short, but not too short, it didnβt need to be perfectly even, you wantedβ¦ Style. More than precision! Your words, of course, were met with a confused raise of his eyebrow that said, βYouβve got a hell of a lot of style.β That earned him a little kiss on the tip of his nose, making him blush involuntarily, and the scissors ended up in his hand before he could question it.
That was how you ended up there.
βOkay,β he says, and you feel him lift your hair a little higher. βHere goes.β
Now all you had to do was wait.
A second later⦠Snip. Then⦠Snip, snip, snip.
Arvid watches the strands of hair fall into your lap and onto the floor with apprehension. It was done.
βIs it done?β you ask, opening only one eye.
He looks at your face, at the hair heβs still gently holding back with his fingers so you canβt see the result, and bites the inside of his cheek.
βWait,β he says.
Slowly, Arvid slides his fingers down, releasing the now-short strands of your fringe to settle against the skin of your forehead. The cut was accidentally⦠perfect. Just slightly above your eyebrows, covering enough to keep it from looking like an artificial cut.
With both eyes open now, you stare at his surprised expression.
βDoes it look good?!β you ask, standing up.
Arvid doesnβt answer, and you donβt stick around to find out. You run to the nearest bathroom, turn on the light, and immediately look in the mirror.
The sight is instant. You. With the short fringe. The one Arvid cut. Exactly the way you had imagined it. Your eyes widen, and your hands reach for your fringe, touching it as if you donβt quite know how to process the fact that it turned out absolutely perfect.
βLook, I donβt know ifβ¦ I donβt know if you like it, butβ¦ Lookβ¦β Arvid starts, nervous, his hands gesturing in front of him as he steps all the way in, stopping behind you. βI honestly think it looks really good. Not because of my work, or the way I hold scissors, but because youβre beautiful and it made you look evenβ¦β
He doesnβt even get to finish.
Your arms are wrapping around his neck, your mouth is on his, and suddenly Arvid only knows that this is very, very good, and that he would be more than happy to be silenced by you a million more times. He isnβt thinking straight, and he knows it because when you pull away, he instinctively leans forward, chasing after more.
βItβs perfect. Youβre perfect,β you murmur, hiding your face in his neck. βI love it, Iβm in love with this haircut and Iββ
You donβt finish. You crush your lips against his in another kiss, and Arvid doesnβt argue. He doesnβt even ask what you were about to say.
Besidesβ¦ he thinks he knows what you were going to say. And if heβs rightβ¦ so does he.
oh, hello! did you see my arvid lindblad fic that i posted recently? YOU DON'T KNOW WHO ARVID LINDBLAD IS AND THAT'S WHY YOU'RE NOT GOING TO READ IT? arvid lindblad is a promise fulfilled, he's the golden boy, he's the rise of the sport. besides, he's handsome, polite, sweet, funny, does lip-syncs like no one else, and is just such a sweetheart, so i absolutely think you should read at least a little bit π€π»
hi, lovely people! how are you all? i wanted to have a chat with you about something! although my requests are currently closed, i'm going to add a detail to the restrictions to ensure i feel comfortable whilst writing!
youβre all very polite and have never made me feel uncomfortable in that regard, but just to be on the safe side, iβm going to add βno smutβ to the rules. i know i have a fanfic like that, but it came purely from my own imagination (and it was a bit uncomfortable, so i donβt intend to repeat the experience). that said, there may be some suggestive themes within the stories (which will always be indicated in the warnings), but no explicit descriptions, to keep things in line with my own taste in what iβm writing.
i know many people like smut, but itβs not really my thing, and i hope you understand why i'm doing this. thank you so much for reading my stories π₯Ίπ§‘π§‘π§‘
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i'm not exactly sure how long it'll take for each one to come out, but i promise they're all coming. i'm in my final year of uni, so i still have quite a bit of reading and writing to get through in the meantime (YAY FOR GRADUATING). but i'm not disappearing from here. being with you guys is one of the ways i get to relax π§‘
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