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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 doesnโt 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 whatโs 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 donโt even know how this one is. it hasnโt been proofread; it was more of a little confirmation that iโm 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. heโs such a sweetheart. THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RANDOM.
โAre you sure you know how to do this?โ you ask, looking at Arvid from behind the fringe of hair heโs 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 heโs acquired throughout all his years on four wheels. Except this doesnโt have four wheels.
Itโs your hair.
A fringe.
One thatโs going to define your appearance for the next few months.
No pressure.
โOf course I know how to do it,โ 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 isโฆ you two arenโt dating. Yet. Youโre in that strange stage where you keep kissing each other, and only each other, with no interest in kissing anyone else.
โArvid, I can go to a salon.โ
โYou canโฆโ
โBut do you want to do it?โ
โOf course. Iโve done this before. On other people. On my mom.โ Arvid says, taking a deep breath. โDo you think my mom is pretty?โ
Your gaze lingers on him for a second longer than it should before you let out a little laugh.
โLove, I donโt know your mom,โ you say, poking him in the stomach.
Arvid takes a step back with a grimace and nods.
โNot yet,โ he says quietly, the certainty of it knocking the air out of his lungs. โAnd donโt poke me like that, Iโm holding scissors!โ
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 didnโt need to be perfectly even, you wantedโฆ Style. More than precision! Your words, of course, were met with a confused raise of his eyebrow that said, โYouโve got a hell of a lot of style.โ 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.
โOkay,โ he says, and you feel him lift your hair a little higher. โHere goes.โ
Now all you had to do was wait.
A second laterโฆ Snip. Thenโฆ Snip, snip, snip.
Arvid watches the strands of hair fall into your lap and onto the floor with apprehension. It was done.
โIs it done?โ you ask, opening only one eye.
He looks at your face, at the hair heโs still gently holding back with his fingers so you canโt see the result, and bites the inside of his cheek.
โWait,โ 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 accidentallyโฆ 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.
โDoes it look good?!โ you ask, standing up.
Arvid doesnโt answer, and you donโt 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 donโt quite know how to process the fact that it turned out absolutely perfect.
โLook, I donโt know ifโฆ I donโt know if you like it, butโฆ Lookโฆโ Arvid starts, nervous, his hands gesturing in front of him as he steps all the way in, stopping behind you. โI honestly think it looks really good. Not because of my work, or the way I hold scissors, but because youโre beautiful and it made you look evenโฆโ
He doesnโt 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 isnโt thinking straight, and he knows it because when you pull away, he instinctively leans forward, chasing after more.
โItโs perfect. Youโre perfect,โ you murmur, hiding your face in his neck. โI love it, Iโm in love with this haircut and Iโโ
You donโt finish. You crush your lips against his in another kiss, and Arvid doesnโt argue. He doesnโt even ask what you were about to say.
Besidesโฆ he thinks he knows what you were going to say. And if heโs rightโฆ 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 ๐ค๐ป
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!
youโre all very polite and have never made me feel uncomfortable in that regard, but just to be on the safe side, iโm going to add โno smutโ 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 donโt 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 iโm writing.
i know many people like smut, but itโs not really my thing, and i hope you understand why i'm doing this. thank you so much for reading my stories ๐ฅบ๐งก๐งก๐งก
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this is unrelated but please hear me out. there's an architect in Palestine, trying to save his only family, two daughters with bleeding and broken bones, after israel killed the rest. it would mean the world if you could boost his account even if you cant donate. thank u, free palestine ๐ฉท
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my prayers are with his family and with all those suffering.
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 ๐งก
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