one of them doesn't like showing skin and their partner(s) help them become more comfortable with it
Dex looks up at Nursey, staring at him with a cocked eyebrow. Dex huffs and goes back to rifling through his Miscellaneous bin for sunscreen.
“What do you want, Nurse?”
“You know we’re going to a beach, where it’s warm and sunny.”
Dex rolls his eyes. He knew it was in here somewhere. “Point?”
Nursey tugs at his collar. “You’re wearing flannel!” Dex swats him away when his hand brush something that is definitely…
AHA! Dex pulls out the bottle of sunscreen and shoves it into his backpack. “I like flannel.”
Nursey flops on his bed and twists to lie on his side, propped up on his elbow. “Flannel isn’t beachwear, Poindexter.”
Dex flushes. Yes, I know. But I don’t have a choice, you dick. “Fuck off. I’ll wear what I want.” He flings the backpack over his shoulder and starts grabbing his phone and books. Shitty would kill him for bringing homework to a beach day over the summer, but light reads are allowed and Dex’s been trying to finish this book for months.
“DEX! NURSEY! COME ON!” Bitty hollers from downstairs.
“COMING!” Dex yells back and shoves Nursey off his bed.
“Alright, alright!” Nursey chuckles and grabs his shit off the floor. “You’re seriously gonna wear full sleeves to a beach?”
Dex sighs. “Yes, Nursey, I am.” He isn’t gonna let this go, is he?
Nursey turns at the door frame and gives him a steady look. “Why?”
“Why does it matter?” Dex shoves at Nursey, but he doesn’t budge. “Jesus, Nursey, come on!”
“Just tell me why.” Nursey grabs one of Dex’s flailing arms and pulls him close.
Dex blushes and ducks his head. Nursey tugs his hand up and presses a kiss in the middle of his palm. “Can’t you just let it be?” Dex murmurs.
Nursey curls his fingers around Dex’s neck and soothes the little strands at the back of his head. “This bothers you. I want to know why. I like knowing things about you, Poindexter.”
Dex groans and bangs his head into Nursey’s shoulder. “I get freckles in the sun,” he mumbles.
“What was that?”
Dex grumbles and straightens to look his boyfriend in the eyes. “I get…a lot of freckles when I’m in the sun and…full sleeves help.”
Nursey raises an eyebrow slowly.
“Jack is bringing beach umbrellas and it’s not gonna be that hot. It’ll be fine.”
Nursey regards him for a moment before squishing both of Dex’s cheeks together into fishy lips which he then kisses. “I love you, babe, and all of your freckles. You definitely should not be wearing flannel.” Nursey throws his arms around Dex. “I can’t believe you want to hide your constellations from me.” He sniffles into Dex’s shirt. “What a mean boyfriend I have.”
“Constellations,” Dex repeats flatly.
Nursey pulls back with a grin. “Your freckles! They’re little stars in your milky way. Alllll you gotta do,” he says as he traces his index finger over the bridge of Dex’s nose in randomly. “Is follow the pattern. Constellations.” Nursey dips down to press his lips against Dex’s lips, trailing his fingers down Dex’s suddenly too-hot neck. “Your freckles are beautiful, Will,” Nursey confesses in a whisper, taking no mercy on Dex’s tomato upper-body. “I want to spend hours and hours learning every single one. Please don’t hide them from me.” Nursey lifts on his tippy-toes to kiss the bridge of Dex’s nose, then his forehead, then his cheek.
“Jesus, Derek,” Dex exhales shakily.
“Does this mean you’ll take off that ridiculous shirt now?” Nursey says, unbuttoning the shirt from the top.
“Fine. Fine.” Dex tugs the rest of the buttons off hastily while maneuvering his leg between Nursey’s and nudging him to the left until he’s backed up against a wall. “Kiss me.”
Derek smiles indulgently before capturing Dex’s lip in a smoldering kiss and pushing off the flannel shirt to the floor.
“DEREK MALIK NURSE AND WILLIAM J. POINDEXTER! GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS MOMENT!
Your best friend’s former-enemy-turned-lover’s best friend is now your friend (or enemy? or lover?)
Theo shook his head. He was entirely too drunk and tired to be thinking so much.
But it was hard to help it when the bizarre situation finally became true. Draco and Potter realizing they fancied each other had been unavoidable at some point, but Theo had imagined it would take them longer and he’d have time to mentally adjust.
Great, he thought half bitterly half truthfully. Because if he was honest, he was glad Draco had finally made progress with the person he had pinned (and complained and stalked) for so long. But if he was equally honest, he hated new people, and Draco wooing Potter meant spending time with him and Longbottom and Granger and Lovegood and a myriad of Weasleys, but specially one Weasley, the one who was more Weasley than any other Weasley Theo had met.
He had known Ron for all seven years at Hogwarts, and he was about the loudest person he could think of, in all the senses of the word. He was unnecessarily tall and long, and his hair was like an unavoidable visual beacon that Theo had never been able to look at directly. And then he was also literally loud, with a voice and laugh that carried out through the halls and classrooms of the school in Theo’s memory. His actions were always a shout for attention, even if he was never the centre of it and Theo couldn’t wrap his mind around that; Theo was the person who faded into the background, while Ron was the person who stood against it.
Theo knew that he wasn’t being fair because his own senses were always overstimulated and his perception was weird, but every time he looked at Ron Weasley his brain started chiming: loud loud loud loud loud.
@softkent ‘s 14 Days of Love fic-a-thon, day 6: ruined surprises!
It all started because Katya decided to have mercy on Eric and let him take morning classes this semester. WGSS120 was an amazing class, Professor Atley had the coolest stories about how postwar industrialization led to compulsive female domesticity, and his seatmate wasn’t the worst thing to see at 9:30 AM every Tuesday and Thursday. He would have almost been dreamy if he had the slightest knack for small talk. As it was, Eric didn’t even have a name to go on, just intent blue eyes and an ass that even the baggiest of shorts couldn’t mask.
One day, Eric decided to drop a hospitality bomb on the guy and see if he could coax a response out of him. They were both consistently early to class, so Eric budgeted ten minutes for a brief chat before class started and turned to Cute Guy with a winning smile on his face.
“So how about that reading, huh? I thought it was fascinating how cake mix became a prestige thing- everyone in my family bakes, and I don’t think we’ve used a box mix in forty years.”
“Yeah,” the guy said, “I think it had something to do with the scientific advancements they made in food preservation for the troops. Shelf stabilization wouldn’t have been nearly as achievable in earlier years.”
Miraculously, once you got onto a clear subject, Cute Guy was actually a decent conversationalist. Eric found himself losing track of time as they dissected last night’s chapters of Marling.
“And the American National Exhibition anecdote!” he giggled. “Who can even tell the difference between Russian and American Coke?”
“I bet it’s easier with all of the Soviet Union breathing down your back. ‘Da, cola of Mother Russia is vkusno!’”
“Nice accent,” Eric told Cute Guy.
“Really? Thanks, I’ll have to tell Geno. He’s always knocking my Russian. He’s, uh, a friend of my dad’s, and we both play hockey.”
“So that’s what your weird doodles are? Hockey plays?”
“Yeah, I’m captain of the hockey team here. We’re not half bad, if I say so myself.”
“Wow,” Eric enthused, “you must be a pretty good skater, then.”
“Yeah, I guess. I could teach you sometime, if you want. I’m Jack, by the way,’ Cute Guy said.
“If you are interested in stories with happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book. In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle. This is because not very many happy things happened in the lives of the three Baudelaire youngsters. Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire were intelligent children, and they were charming, and resourceful, and had pleasant facial features, but they were extremely unlucky, and most everything that happened to them was rife with misfortune, misery, and despair. I’m sorry to tell you this, but that is how the story goes.”
The room around them was bustling with the sounds of buser’s carrying dirty dishes and, servers checking their tables. Felicity dragged her finger along the edge of her half empty water glass while Sara’s voice drifted softly around the space around her.
“Hey if you’re going to ignore me then we can just skip the monthly lunches and go back to skyping when I’m in the calling area.”
Felicity’s eyes slipped down to the wrinkled table cloth while she smiled shamefully. “Sorry Sara I was just daydreaming…” she admitted as Sara’s chest deflated before her downcast stare.
“What caused the daydream?” she asked almost cautiously which made Felicity’s eyes snake upward.
“You asked about my summer and, well I guess I just sorta got sidetracked,” Felicity hiccuped absently while Sara’s fingers inched toward one of her untouched French Fries.
She giggled at first thinking her thoughts had swerved toward her once again burgeoning romance with Oliver. Felicity saw the sassy smile and, the devious wink displayed over her very interested face. “Oh so are you saying you were daydreaming about Oliver?” she finally managed to chuckle between her small swallows.
Felicity’s head shook easily as her friend’s easy laughter filled her soul with happiness. “Oh sweetie my daydreams of Oliver leave me feeling far more than distracted…”
Sara nearly choked on her fry when she sputtered, “I can’t believe you just alluded to your sex life!”
Oliver comforts Felicity after she talks to Rory about her role in the bombing of Havenrock.
Alternate ending to Arrow 5x03. This fic was written for the Olicity
Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt: Surrounded organized by @thebookjumper. I’d also like to gift this to the
fabulous @vaelisamaza in honour of her birthday yesterday! Sorry it’s late! Also available on AO3.
Oliver knew Felicity thought he wasn’t there for her anymore but the truth was he was giving her her space. He would always love Felicity. There was no other way.
He so wanted to comfort her about Havenrock. He knew deep down inside she would push him away. He would never forgive himself for the pain he caused Felicity. So, if she wanted space it was the least he could do. But that did not mean he wasn’t paying attention.
Oliver watched her struggle. Taking deep breaths, turning away from the group, avoiding Rory. She thought no one noticed but he did. His amazing Felicity had been hurt so many times. Now, because of his own actions, he could not be there for her. He would watch over her. Felicity would never truly be alone while he was alive.
Oliver realized as he tore out of the lair on his bike he really had nowhere to go. He drove for a while to try to cool down. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, he knew it was probably Felicity wondering where he was but he just couldn’t talk right now.
He knew that Felicity was not ready to get back together with him and he understood why. He had tried so hard to convince himself that being her friend was enough. At least she was in his life. But hearing her talking about marriage to someone else made him realize he’d been lying to himself. He had no idea what to do. You couldn’t force someone to marry you.
Maybe he could leave. Right now, he was just lost. So, he decided to go the Mayor’s Office. He really couldn’t face Felicity.
This is also for @hamwriters write-a-thon Oak day! So, enjoy!
Hercules stood in the corner of the ballroom, surrounded by guards. He stared at everyone in sadness and horror, not wanting to look at the body that lay in the middle of the room.
His date for the evening, Y/N.
One of the maids that worked in the palace, but also the girl that he had been crushing on for a long time.
Crushing on. What a childish word.
But it was true. He was falling for the girl. Or women.
But now she was laying on the floor, bleeding out. The men that had barged the castle had already been taken care of thankfully.
Her friend Emily was currently sitting next to her, keeping pressure on the wound while others went to go look for a doctor.
When the doctor arrived they carefully moved her body to another room.
“Stay alive Y/N. Stay alive for me.”
“Who are you?” asked a slightly chubby 13 year old Prince Hercules.
The girl curtsied clumsily, tilting her head to the floor.
“I am the new maid your highness.”
He looked at the girl, studying her. She was cute and shy, she seemed really nice.
“How old are you? You seem too young to be a maid.”
“12 my prince.”
That was probably the youngest that he had heard of in a long time. Possibly ever.
He looked at her again, seeing that she was shaking nervously.
“Well I’m sure that you’ll do a great job,” he told her, smiling.
She looked up at him bashfully, her eyes still nervous but thankful for his kind words.
“Thank you your highness.”
“Of course. I’ll see you around… I didn’t get your name.”
A small smile slipped onto her face as she said, “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”
“Y/N. It was nice meeting you, good luck at your work.”
“Thank you Prince Hercules.”
“How is she?” The King asked as the doctor came out from the room where Y/N was being worked on.
It was now morning and everyone was still around, whether they were in rooms or just milling around the castle.
Nobody was able to sleep at this point.
“She is weak. Right now she has a 50/50 shot of surviving. The bullet didn’t go all the way through her, is was logged in some of her tissues. Thankfully it was easy to retrieve. The only problem right now is infection. That could be the real killer.”
The doctor bowed and went to clean himself up. Hercules rose from his chair and went to go peek into the room where his love lay.
The other servants left him so that he could have some privacy, shutting the door behind him.
He walked up to Y/N slowly, as if she were going to jump at him at any moment.
He looked at her closely, noticing how bad she looked.
Her skin was pale, her eyes were sunken. Her breathing was labored and she was covered in sweat.
Picking up her hand he noticed that it was cold and clammy. He could feel himself choke up, tears filling his eyes.
He had never felt this way towards anyone else, why was she being taken away from him so cruelly.
“Why Y/N?” He asked as he knelt down on the floor next to her body. “Why did you do it?”
He had lost all his family, if she died then he would not have anyone that he truly cared about anymore.
“Please, fight as hard as you can. I don’t want to lose anyone else,” he sobbed quietly.
He stood up again, taking one last look at her before he left. He bent down and placed a small kiss on her lips.
ARC the moms find out that Bridget has been kicked out of her house and is sort of couch hopping. She makes Ruby swear not to tell them but the moms figure it out. Bonus points if mom!Lena has a touching scene with her.
A/N: Look, I know that this prompt has been lived by real people, and is something people have to cope with, and I know there is value in those stories being represented in media. But it’s not the story I want to tell for Bridget. I much prefer the idea that Bridget’s mom is a decent person trying to be and do better for her daughter (which is kinda how I’ve set her up in previous ARC pieces). So here’s my take on this prompt. Let me know if it still floats your boat.
“Kindness begets kindness,” Brenda Tennyson’s mother used to say. “Kindness is its own reward.”
She said it frequently in Brenda’s youth, but after years spent in unhappy marriages and working dead job after dead end job, they no longer hold any meaning for her. People weren’t kind. People were self-serving and cruel if given half the chance.
When Brenda wakes in the middle of the night to the wail of the building’s fire alarm, she grabs Ruby and her keys and nothing else before evacuating with the rest of the tenants. Then they watch from a designated safe distance as the fire spreads from floor to floor, slowly consuming everything they own in the world.
She grits her teeth and prepares herself to scrounge for months. She knows in her heart that any insurance payouts will be sorely won, and expects the meantime will mean a series of public shelters for her and her daughter.
She doesn’t expect the sharp cry of a young girl to cut through the din.
Her daughter jolts, pivoting towards the sound of her name. “Ruby!”
The girls collide in a frantic embrace. As Ruby confirms Bridget’s well-being, her parents come trotting up behind them. They check on Bridget first, soft hands and gentle words in a sea of chaos as they wrap the girls in blankets. Then they scan the crowd for Brenda.
“Mrs. Tennyson,” one of them greets– with shock of recognition, Brenda realizes it’s the agent from the hospital. Then one who’d forced her to leave after she’d berated Samantha Arias for putting Bridget in danger. Alex Danvers approaches her in concern. “Are you all right?”
Brenda swallows. “I’m not injured, no.” She’s not all right, though.
Lena leaves Sam with the girls and moves to join them. She’s devoid of make-up, and though she moves more easily than when Brenda last saw her, she looks young and small in her woolen housecoat.
They’re both in their pajamas, Brenda realizes. Sam and Ruby too.
Like they’d rolled out of bed and immediately come to check on them.
“Do you have a place to stay tonight, Mrs. Tennyson?” Lena asks.
Brenda’s mind races. She’ll have to find a motel. She mentally tallies how many nights she can afford before her next paycheck. She’ll need new clothes for work, and for Bridget too– and a replacement for her phone, her computer– not to mention food.
“I suppose we can find a motel…” Even to her own ears, she sounds dazed. She must look even worse.
A warm hand touches her arm, giving a brief rub of comfort. “You’re welcome to come home with us,” Lena tells her gently.
“We couldn’t possibly impose–”
“You’re not,” Alex Danvers says bluntly. “We have the room and I know Ruby will be thrilled to have Bridget over. You must be exhausted.”
Lena smiles enticingly. “It’s the least we do.”
Somehow, it sounds less like charity and more like she’d be doing them a favor by accepting. Her exhaustion takes her halfway to saying yes, and one look at Bridget clinging tightly to Ruby carries her the rest of the way.
She nods. “All right. Thank you.”
“Of course. If you’re ready to go now, we can drive you–”
“No, I– I think I’d like to stay…” As if seeing it through to its conclusion will leave any of their treasures in tact.
She’s sure she sounds foolish, but neither of the women judge her for it. “That’s okay,” Lena assures her. “I’ll stay with you, while Alex and Sam take the girls home.”
Alex has other ideas. “I’ll stay,” she says, fishing her keys out of her pocket and handing them over. “You and Sam take the girls home.”
Lena looks like she’s about to argue, but acquiesces under Alex’s well-meaning stare. Brenda is reminded then of Lena’s recent injury, incurred less than a month before. She must still be healing.
“Okay,” Lena says. She fixes Brenda with a warm smile. “We’ll take good care of Bridget, and we’ll see you back at the house later.”
Then she’s gone, collecting Sam and the girls with a few soft words. Brenda turns back to the building. With a silent Alex at her side, she watches her world burn.
Sam and Lena are still waiting up when Alex drives them back in the small hours of the morning. Sam quickly moves to greet them– Lena follows more slowly, one hand pressed discreetly against her ribs.
“Here,” Sam says, passing them two steaming mugs. “The girls were too wound up to sleep, so we made hot chocolate. We kept some warm for you.”
Brenda takes a sip despite the queasiness in her chest. It’s rich and creamy, tracing a warm path to her stomach. “Thank you.”
“Bridget fell asleep with Ruby,” Lena tells her. “We set up the guest room for you. We took the liberty of calling the girls out of school tomorrow as well. Once everyone’s gotten some rest, we’ll make sure you get everything you need.”
Brenda’s cocoa sours on her tongue. Setting it aside, she swallows thickly. “Thank you. I’m sorry, but I’m rather tired…”
“Of course,” Sam says. “I’ll show you to the guest room.”
The covers are already turned down for her, with pajamas and a new toothbrush waiting as well. A pair of folded leggings and a sweater sits on the dresser for the next morning, earning an eyeroll from Brenda. Like anything these women own will fit her.
She falls asleep swiftly, sleeping hard only to wake hours later to the sound of bright voices and laughter from downstairs. She freshens up, and to her surprise the clothes do fit her after all. When she descends the stairs, she finds the girls halfway through a tall stack of pancakes.
Sam stands at the stove, flipping a fresh batch, and Alex sits at the table with the kids, sipping on coffee as she studies the daily crossword.
“Twelve letter word for crotchety,” she says aloud. Brenda realizes she’s speaking to Sam when the taller woman tilts her head back in thought.
“Cantankerous,” comes the answer a moment later, before Sam starts sliding the finished pancakes off the pan.
Alex fills in the boxes, then huffs. “It’s not fair that you’re good with words and math.”
“Don’t worry,” Sam says, smooching the top of her partner’s head. “You still have us beat at arm-wrestling.”
A smug smile curls Alex’s features. “True.”
“Still going to tell Lena you cheated.”
Brenda clears her throat. “Good morning.”
All four of them glance up at her arrival. Bridget looks uneasily between her and their hosts, but Sam simply smiles and lets her fingers tickle the back of Alex’s neck. “Morning. Pancakes?”
Brenda nods with a thin smile, taking seat next to Bridget. “Is Lena not joining us?”
“She’s left for work hours ago,” Ruby drawls. Bridget giggles.
“Yes, Lena’s at the office,” Sam confirms. “And Alex will be going in soon, but I thought the rest of us could swing by the mall for some emergency supplies.” She meets Brenda’s gaze. “Will you be able to find something to wear there? If not, we can take you anywhere you like.”
Brenda blinks in surprise. “Y-yes. The mall will be fine.”
“We can also take you to collect your car on the way back,” Sam offers. “You’re both welcome to stay as long as you need.”
The weight on Brenda’s chest only grows heavier. “Thank you.”
They let her pay for her own clothes, and Bridget’s, but insist on buying lunch at the food court. As they eat, Sam speaks to her in a low voice.
“We know working with insurance can be a long process,” she says softly, “so we’d like to help you and Bridget get up and running in the meantime. Phones, laptops, that sort of thing.”
They’ll both need new gadgets to function, but reflex has Brenda declining almost immediately.
“I don’t know when I’d be able to pay you back.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’re happy to help.” Sam reaches across Ruby for extra napkins, ruffling the paper in Ruby’s nose on her way back.
“Oh, and Lena says to let her know if the insurance gives you any grief.” Sam smiles over a slice of greasy pepperoni pizza. “Between you and me, I think she enjoys throwing the Luthor weight around every so often.”
Ruby overhears and snorts. “Tch, yeah. Remember when that guy tried to upsell her an L-phone?”
Bridget bursts into laughter. “Oh my god, that was so great!”
They dissolve into giggles and impersonations of both Lena and the hapless sales rep, while Sam rolls her eyes in good humor. Brenda watches the exchange, heart climbing in her throat.
“I haven’t been kind to you.”
The words burst out of her, earning a raised eyebrow from Sam.
“I was hateful towards you,” Brenda continues, unable to stop. “And now you’ve opened your home to us, expecting nothing in return. Why?”
Taking a sip from her soda, Sam levies her calm glance. “It’s the right thing to do.”
The simple reply floods Brenda with shame, and guilt. She reaches without thought, clasping Sam’s hand
“I am so sorry for the things I said.”
Sam nods, accepting the apology in warm silence.
“Thank you for the kindness you’ve shown Bridget. And myself.” Tears fill her eyes and fall free. “I’m glad my daughter has people like you in her life.”
Bridget takes her hand gently. Brenda pulls her into a hug, pressing a damp kiss to her daughter’s head. She owes Bridget an apology too. She didn’t see the love her daughter saw in Ruby’s family, but she sees it now. She saw it in the affectionate warmth with which Alex sent Lena home the night before, and the easy exchange of kisses when Alex went to work and Sam bundled them all into the car.
She sees it later that night, when Lena comes home to hugs and a plate of dinner, and the gentle reminder to take her meds. She sees it when she makes her way down the stairs the following morning to find the three of them nestled on the couch, speaking softly to each other as they watch the sun rise.
The world can be cruel and heartless, Brenda knows. But maybe her mother had the right idea all along.
So after some encouragement from @wherethereissmoak and @tdgal1 I’ve chosen to take the weekly Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompts and, use them to continue this fic. It should be fun challenge so thanks again to @thebookjumper for organizing this weekly event!
So here’s my entry for this week’s prompt Out of place!
“I can’t believe you sold me like a common whore,” Felicity roared as the doors behind her slammed darkly.
Her mother’s ice cold eyes sneered at her daughter’s chosen defiance. She crossed the room and, reached for the only book Felicity had ever bothered to read more than once from cover to cover. The aged leather binding cracked beneath her mother’s skillful hands. “We have a job to do or have you forgotten the vow you took when you turned eighteen?” her mother warned almost somberly as she threw the book towards the center of the oval shaped room. The red and, black curtains whipped about the walls while the elder witch used the still air of the stale room to create a funnel at the base of the dome shaped ceiling.
Felicity watched unimpressed while her mother swept her hands wildly until the funnel cloud began to take it’s cylindrical shape. The book remained frozen at the center of the cyclone hovering innocently while a foolish woman used her gifts to throw a tantrum.
“If you think I’m going to be scared into agreeing you’ve forgotten I’m next in line,” Felicity snarled as her own fingers flew towards the raging storm.
Her mother’s eyes darkened, “Yes next…” she growled before she forced the invented storm to rage outwards towards her daughter’s waiting form.
Felicity blocked the deadly lightning strike with a flick of her beautiful blue eyes. Donna’s lips fell in shock when Felicity then raised her outstretched palms and cried darkly towards the turbulence above their hands, “ENOUGH!” The roaring thunder and drizzling rain vanished. The dark hardwood boards of the ceiling returned to view as the elder blonde stood before her daughter flummoxed.
“How?” she mouthed a bit proudly.
Felicity tilted her head towards her outstretched hand, the hovering book flew towards her waiting fingers. Her satisfied smile grew when she innocently replied, “Some books I didn’t need to read more than once…”
Donna’s frozen eyes began beaming with un-caged pride. “You do understand what we have to gain don’t you? You’ll be apart of history if I succeed.”
Felicity shrugged while she calmly flipped through the aged pages of a book that had been around since the first union between a vampire and, a witch was ever used as a tactic to protect human life. “You and I are the last of the original bloodline mother. We’re the only ones who remember the original pact that the Queen’s made when they first ventured towards our sleepy little hamlet. I’m also the only one that knows you’ve secretly been killing off the other clans for hundreds of years.”
I am here today to bring you a read-a-thon!!! It’s been a while since I’ve seen one being organised around booklr, so I decided to take matters into my own hands 😂
So, without further ado, I present to you The Cookie Read-a-Thon! It will take place for 10 days, between October 13th and October 22nd (I figured that this way it will give people more time to get some reading done, alongside work and school and all that crap). We’ll each start and end on our own time zones, so when midnight hits on October 13th, you’re free to start reading! 😊
We’ll be using the tag #readacookie, so make sure you tag all your posts so we can find each other and have fun together!
I also put together a kind of challenge - the prompts are for every other day during the read-a-thon, and you can interpret them however you want, through photos or just a post discussing them 😊 Also, they’re not compulsory, so you can choose not to do them, but still participate in the read-a-thon.
I really, really hope a lot of you take part in this. I have always loved participating in read-a-thons, because they encouraged and pushed me to read more and they were always great in helping me get back on track with my Goodreads challenge.
So please, spread the word as much as possible and see you all on October 13th!