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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years

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anon asked:

can i get some headcanons of how the boys (and dateables if you had a good lunch today) would react to the MC pouting at them for whatever reason? maybe mammon said he had a photoshoot and couldn't hang out with them, satan wasn't in a cuddly mood because he had just fought with lucifer, but they give in because the MC is just so irresistible? thank you so much <3

A/N: Hi nonny! Ummm for lunch today I had a peach and a handful of Reiner cherries... probably not the best for keeping me functional but it was healthy AND it was delicious sooo...

Anyway please enjoy! I had fun writing these :)

Lucifer

No MC, he can't cuddle with you right now. Barbatos just delivered a giant stack of paperwork for him to do and he hadn't even finished yesterday's pile!

If you'd like, you can go get him a cup of coffee, but no cuddles until he's finished!

You slouch off to get him his drink and if we're being honest here, Lucifer would've loved nothing more than to slam the front door on Barbatos's face when he came to the door, and snuggle with you until dinner instead, but Diavolo would not be pleased

So he had to put the needs of the future king before yours

He wasn't happy about it either, okay?

You come back and set his coffee in front of him rather vehemently and Lucifer looks up in surprise, the sad and angry look in your eyes causing guilt to spike his heart that was WAY too soft for you

As you began to leave, hoping Mammon would be available for your affection, Lucifer has already changed his mind

"MC, you can sit with me while I work. Come here, dove. Don't look so upset, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings."

Mammon

He's got a photoshoot to get to! Come on MC, can't this wait until later?

When you ask if he really believes a photoshoot is more important than you and he actually has to ponder the question, your face twists into the most adorable pout, he's speechless

He needed the money but your happiness was way more important! Was he really that slow? Ooooh now you were mad at him...

You cross your arms and turn to walk away, but Mammon nearly tackles you in his attempt to stop you and wrap you in a very apologetic hug

"Babe, 'm sorry, of course, yer more important than a silly photoshoot! Why don't ya come with me? I bet ya can be in the shoot too and I'll get to show off just how pretty my girlfriend is and then we can hang out right after! I'm sorry for makin' ya mad!"

Leviathan

Password?

He just got this game from akuzon so he's busy! You'll have to wait for exclusive cuddle time with the one and only Levi! Sorry!

He didn't exactly see your adorable pout face, but he could feel the anger emanating from behind his locked door

So the next time he was hankering for your affections, you just ignored him and moved away every time he tried to capture you in his arms for a hug, tried to snuggle you while chilling on the couch, hug you while waiting for your bread to toast, link pinkies to walk to class, etc

For days, you avoid his advances until he becomes desperate and kabedons you against the wall in the hallway to your room

"MC! I'm desperate! I'm so sorry for ignoring you and refusing to cuddle you, I promise you'll get all of my attention the second you ask for it for the rest of my life just please cuddle meeeeeeee!"

Satan

He's kinda hot and bothered in the worst way right now? Give him some space, wouldya?

You're incessant, following him to his room, telling him he needs to talk through it with you and this and that etc, etc until he snaps, ripping his arm out of your hands and yelling at you to leave. him. ALONE.

Indignant, you snapped right back at him and stomped off, pouting adorably

Any anger was vacuumed out of him and he regretted everything he said

Later, you peeked into his room to find him with an open book on his chest, both hands folded neatly on top of it as he stared at the ceiling

He noticed you standing there before you could say anything and got up instantly, walking over to you and pulling you into a hug

"I... I'm sorry MC. Yelling at you was extremely uncalled for, you were just trying to help. I um... I got a new book in the mail. Would you like me to read to you?"

Asmodeus

You want to go shopping? He'd love to MC, but he's a bit busy right now!! He's on a call with an important makeup company! They want him to model some of their newest products! He can't afford to mess this up!

He watches your face fall into a very sad pout before you turn and leave the room

Asmo had never moved so fast in his life

It was as though you'd stolen his big, fat, lovey heart all over again, and seeing you sad made it shatter into dust

Before you could go too far, the Avatar of Lust managed to grab you by the collar and pull you back into his room and onto the bed, where he kissed you tenderly before shoving you between his thighs so your cheek pressed against his toned abdomen

Getting the memo, you wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled into him; reveling happily in his flowery scent and the way he carded his manicured nails through your hair had you on the verge of purring

The company marketing manager put him on hold for a moment and he told you;

"Goodness me, my precious little turtle dove. Don't be so impatient, we'll go shopping very soon, okay? Pouting will make your beautiful all wrinkly and give me an aneurism and you don't want that, do you?"

Beelzebub

What gives, MC? This is HIS custard

He'll share everything he has with you, everything but Madame Scream's lemon cola limited edition custard! That was his and his alone!

Yes, he heard you the first time. 'Just one bite? Pleeeease Beely?'

He knows once he gives in, he won't be able to refuse you.

Ever.

Even when you ask for another 'teensy weensy bite' and another and another

If you weren't human, he would've thought you had a bottomless pit of a stomach just like him

When he shakes his head for the nth time that minute, you cross your arms and pout with a huff and turn away from him.

Moments later you hear a sniffle and the sound of a custard cup gliding across the counter until it sat gleaming right in front of you.

You looked up at Beel in surprise, and saw that he was... crying?

When asked if he was crying because he thought you were mad at him or because he had to give away one of his custards, he whimpered;

"Both... I mean, I don't mind sharing with you MC. I never want to see you sad again! This custard though... Madame Scream always gives me a freebie pass for her limited edition custard so I could always get more... Have as much as you like MC, anything to make you smile."

Belphegor

HE'S the one hogging all of the blankets? You have plenty, now be quiet and sleep

No, he doesn't want to snuggle now, give him like... 4? 5 hours? Maybe he'll be in a snuggly mood by then

When you don't respond, Belphegor cracks one eye open to find that you're staring at the ceiling with almost tangible hatred, arms crossed, and lip jutted out in the sweetest pout, he simply had to hoist himself up and kiss it off of you, but you pushed him away and turned on your side so you didn't have to look at him

Ruffled, Belphie tickled your sides until you were squirming and he was able to tug you to his chest and steal a kiss from you

"Don't be such a baby, MC. You don't have to take everything personally, yenno? We... We can snuggle if that's what you really want... a-and if that will make you happy again."

Diavolo

Don't...

Oh please don't give him that look MC! You're so irresistible already! Why must you use your powers of cuteness for evil?

He literally CAN'T have a bath with you right now, he has a huge meeting to go to with governors from different precincts around the Devildom. He can't miss it!

Barbatos sees his lord trying to pacify your whines and peel you off of him so he can leave and feels a great amount of pity for you.

Yes, Diavolo spent every possible moment with you, but the last week or two, Diavolo had been doing a lot of traveling and you had to stay and do your classwork for RAD so those moments together had been few and far between lately

He could see how desperate you were to keep him from leaving and how it was mentally damaging for his Lord to see you so upset

Plus... this meeting would be long and boring and the prince got a bit fidgety listening to someone drawl for way too long about one thing or another. Not only that, but Barbatos could deliver updates and news on his own

"My Lord, you don't need to attend this meeting. I can assess and give updates and we can discuss important details of the meeting upon my return. MC needs you more than you need to be there." He said softly

Diavolo looked at him to be sure, Barbatos nodded, Diavolo crushed his poor butler in a hug before slinging you over his shoulder and sprinting to the stairs and up to his room

"Thank my father for Barbatos, I absolutely despise those meetings. But now we get to spend so much time together, MC! It's been too long and I need to see you smile."

Barbatos

He can't bake with you right now MC, he's got to dust the library, mop and wax the front hall floors and staircases, not to mention laundry, dishes from last nights meal with everyone from the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall, he needs to fix one of Diavolo's red uniform jackets... list just goes on and on!

You chew your lip, a little upset he can't spend time with you, but you get an idea

He really is sorry MC, he just has so much to do today and-

When you tell him you'll help him so he'll get done faster, you can nearly see the hearts in his eyes before he wraps you in a hug

"You'll help me? I'd hate to put such pretty hands to work though... Still, we'll get to spend time together even if it's not exactly what you wanted to do right? I appreciate the help, love. We might get done fast enough to do whatever you'd like afterward, alright?"

Simeon

He's been writing all day without a hitch. When his hand got tired, he got up from his desk to lie down with you on his bed for some overdue snuggles

While spooning you, head on your shoulder and his warm hands playing with yours, he got an idea and had to let you go an hurry to his desk and write it down

You didn't mind at first, but he kept writing... and writing...

You dragged yourself out of bed and onto his balcony where the melody of a sweet love song poured out of a cafe and into the evening breeze

Popping your head back into the room, you ask your angel sweetly if he'd come and dance with you

He tells you to wait a moment and you do but one moment turns into another page of paragraphs and then another

You admire his dedication but still...

You cross your arms and lean against the door frame, a frown on your face as you watch the red Devildom moon gleam gently on the city outside

A presence behind you

You look up and see Simeon with a rather guilty smile on his face. He kisses you, takes your hand and leads you outside for a slow dance under a black sky

"I apologize for making you wait, sweet girl. Don't look so sad, I've shut off Christopher Peugeot for the evening so I can enjoy you. May I have this dance?"

Hello and welcome to the end of my post, where I usually put something in bold besides the link to my MASTERLIST.

*deep, aggressive inhale*

I NEED A SIMEON

OR A DIAVOLO

UGH. *loudly beating my fist on the table* WHY. DO. THEY. GET. TO. BE. FAKE. WHILST I AM FORCED TO EXIST?????

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luvspence · 3 years

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prom night

synopsis: you and spence both never got your own prom, maybe this makes up for it

{a/n: i’m projecting a little bit bc i missed my prom, but i hope this isn’t too cheesy}

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the east coast was your home

born and raised in dc, school in new york, work in virginia

you wouldn’t have it any different

except for the fact that you lived less than 20 mins outside your childhood home

you loved being able to be close to your family, but it had its downsides

“y/n can you pick up your brother

y/n can you run to the store for me

y/n can you pick up my dry cleaning”

and it was like you were in high school all over again

on one occasion you were at home with your mom and your baby sister, delaney, she was 17, so not much of a baby anymore

“so what’s the hot gos” you said taking a bite out of your gronola bar and looking your sister down

“ew”

“dont ‘ew’ me”

“well i got asked to the prom yesterday”

your mom nearly dropped her pan

“NO WAY”

“yes way, is it so hard to believe that someone would like me? i’m not y/n for crying out loud”

you gave her a light punch on the arm

“NOT FUNNY”

she wasn’t far from wrong though, you were the classic “nerd”

15 years ago when you were in her place, at the exact same high school, you were never asked to prom, you were too busy in math olympiad or physics club to ever want to attend prom

but that was 15 years ago, now you lost the braces and the acne, got 2 degrees, and had a very lovely boyfriend of your own

“it is though, you’re lucky you found spencer, two dorks made for each other” she said taking a sip of her water

“you’re such a bitch”

15 year age gap aside, you were still very much, sisters

“y/n, do you mind chaperoning? that way we don’t have to pay for a ticket” your mom asked

your sister blurted out “oh my god NO”

you were laughing so hard, usually this is the kind of thing you’d pass on, but it torturing your sister was so so so worth it

“okay i’m game, see you prom night”

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“spencerrrrrrr” you trailed on as you sat next to spencer on the couch, staring deep into his hazel eyes

“yes my love?”

“do you love meeeeeeee???”

spencer rolled his eyes, he knew this is how you asked him for a favors

“to the moon and back, why??????”

“okay look, my baby sister, delaney, is going to the prom and i’m chaperoning her, and she called me and you dorks so we have to get back at her by embarrassing the hell out of her at her prom”

spencer laughed

“you’re no better than a petty 17 year old”

you rolled your eyes “so can we?”

he looked at you, than his eyes trailed from the calendar to his watch to you again

“of course”

“yes!” you gave him a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek

“i love you so bad spencer reid!” you said as you ran around the apartment

“even more!” he replied

—

“incoming call from spencer reid”

“hey y/n?”

“yes love?”

“what color dress are you wearing tonight?”

“green, why?”

“no reason...”

he said before he hung up

you laughed to yourself “what a dork”

you continued to brush the mascara on your eyes, getting ready for your very first prom night

you came running down the stairs in a dark green ankle length dress, while spencer waited to pick you up

he was wearing a suit with a matching bow tie to your dress

“that’s why you asked the color! you look dashing by the by”

you said as you leaned over and gave him a cheek staining kiss

“and this” he said as he handed you a beautiful green corsage arrangement

“spencer! for me? this is gorgeous”

you said as you slipped it onto your wrist

“yeah, penelope knows a guy”

“of course she does, and thank you! i can’t believe you’d go through all of this for me on fake prom” you said as he started driving toward your parents house

“hey this prom is not fake at all to me, i’ve never been to prom before”

you shrugged “me neither, i always thought it was dumb anyway”

“this is sort of embarrassing” spencer said scratching his head

“come on spencer it’s just me”

“okay, you know i went to highschool very young, i hadn’t even gone through puberty. i was the smallest guy in the class and that wasn’t purely based on my age. i was scrawny. but i had this grand idea of going to prom with the most beautiful girl. and i’d be all tal and handsome at that point, and i’d walk into that dance and stick it to all my bullies”

“that not embarrassing! i wish i wanted to go to prom like that. i guess i was too pretentious to go, i was an all star intellectual, there was no way i’d show my face at an event like prom”

“yeah, so i guess we both get do overs. and i get to live my prom dream. now i’m tall, and i have a beatiful girl by my side” he said as he smiled at you

“have i ever told you i love you?”

“not enough” he smiled as he pulled into your parents drive way

you got out of your car to wait inside with your sister for her date to arrive

eventually a tall girl with a equally as beautiful corsage in her hand ended up nervously swaying on the front door and she rang the door bell

spencer answered

“hi!”

“h-hi, mr. y/l/n” she said in a nevrous tone

spencer laughed out loud and you went to intervene

“oh my yeah he’s just my boyfriend, hi i’m delaney’s older sister y/n. no need to be nervous, there’s no dad around here. just a lot of siblings, my mom and my boyfriend!” you said as you welcomed her into the house

delaney went to take the corsage from her date, melanie

your mom lined you spencer and your sister and melanie up for what felt like 800 pictures before you finally decided to get into spencers car to the dance

in the car you turned around to the girls

“sooooo, how’d y’all meet”

delaney burried her head into her knees in embarrassment while her date explained

“well she was in my physics class, and it all went from there”

“physics!!! i love physics, is mr. scott still there?”

“yup he’s our teacher”

“sick” you said to yourself, reminiscing about your days in high school

eventually you pulled into your highschool parking lot, hooking arms with spencer as you walked toward then gym

“god does this bring me back”

you said to him

your sister whispered to her date “god she’s so old”

“HEY DELANY I HEARD THAT”

she gave you the stink eye and whispered in your ear

“please get as far away from me as possible”

all you did was nod as you watched the two of them skip into their dance

you looked up at spencer

“god you’re so cute, i wish i had you here in high school”

“i’m sure you had your boys”

“from the physics club? right”

you walked into the fully decorated gym, wandering around from the punch bowl to the photo booth, you and spencer watching the floor of kids dance to their hearts content

“i think i know why i skipped this in highschool”

spencer laughed

“ i would have killed to be in this very position when i was in high school”

you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes

“killed to be in prom in the first place or to be here with me?”

“with your of course”

he said as he met your lips for a kiss

obviously bringing spencer was a bad idea for your sabotage delany plan, because you got way too distracted with spencer by your side

you spent the entire night talking to him, dancing with him to the slow songs, taking funny pictures in the photo booth

high school stuff you guess

eventually when all the kids were slow dancing, you looked up at spencer

“wanna make a break for it?”

he didn’t know what that meant, but if it was with you he’d do it, so he just nodded and followed you outside

you buried your head into his shoulder as you walked around the campus you grew up on, pointing to the points of interest

you pointed to a big oak tree with seat like roots under it

“that’s where we used have physics club meetings”

then you pointed to a hidden patch behind all the bushes

“this is where i traded homework for money”

he just nodded as you told the stories of your high school experience

you pointed to some old looking railings with a tree standing view it

“that’s where i had my first kiss”

“HUH! i thought you said you got no boys, physics club and all”

“yeah you’re right” you said as you settled on one of the bleacher, overlooking the field and the night sky, spencer joining you

your fancy dress hitting the dirt of the baseball field, the cold april night making you shiver, and spencer putting his blazer coat over you

“you’re right, i didn’t get any boys in high school” you sighed as you cuddled into his arm

“my first kiss was with dylan watson, he was mr blue eyes blonde hair, baseball and perfect social status. and you know i was, braces glasses and physics”

he laughed as you continued to tell the story

“but yeah one day he slipped me a note, i figured he just wanted homework. but he said to meet him there after school. so i did, and he confessed tht he loved me, and wanted to be my boyfriend. and of course i said yes. and the he kissed me. it was the best moment of my life up until then. but as soon as he pulled away he yelled ‘you got that?’”

“oh no” spencer said, listening intently

“oh yes, his buddies had be filming, then they put me on plays all around the entire school, showing the video to everyone. so yeah, that’s why i never want to the prom. i guess it might have been bc i was a nerd, but also because i never wanted to show my face to those kids anymore” you said as you sighed

“you know, i had a similar experience where a pretty girl told me the same thing, but instead the entire school stripped me to my underwear and tied me to a pole. it was awful”

“oh my goodness that’s terrible” you said

“well i guess high school bullying makes great profilers?” yoy laughed

“maybe. i think it also develops character well i’m general too. and hey! you got your first kiss out of it”

“yeah, but high school was the worst, i wish i could tell my 17 year old self that it would get better”

“me too” he said

he said as he tucked his chin into your head and looked up at the stars, faint music echoing from the gym and the sound of your cold shakey breath

“y/n, i’m just glad we got to spend our prom night together”

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iris-westallen1 · 3 years

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The Happiest Day Of Our Life

‘’Well today was the worst day ever’’ iris said as she dove right on the couch. Barry just sat there staring at his beautiful wife so mesmerized he didn’t even realize she was talking to him but he couldn’t help it he was married to the most gorgeous woman on the planet he still doesn’t know how he got this lucky to have her in his life… ‘’ BARRY!!’’ he was immediately withdrawn from his thought blushing and rubbing his neck a habit he had formed since he was little. ‘’ are you even listening to me’’ iris said with a slightly annoyed face mixed with concern.

‘’ sorry honey but it’s your fault I wasn’t paying attention’’ Barry cheekily replied.

‘Look at him looking so smug with that cocky smile ugh I could just slap him and fuck him at the same time, gosh why is he so hot making my ovaries explode’’ iris thought to herself.

‘’ you know honey cocky is not a good look on you’’ said a smiling iris

‘’oh, you love it and me’’

‘’ well, I supposed that is true’’ iris slaps his knee as she get’s up from where she was laying on the couch to come snuggle into Barry’s side ‘’ hmmm I missed you today’’ iris said as she coos into Barry

‘’ babe I am sorry your day didn’t go as you wanted it to.’’ Barry strokes her arm and side ‘’ do you want to tell me what was going on’’

‘’ I know it might sound petty or whatever but its team citizen if I can even call it that Kamilla’s gone and Allegra she’s never there she’s always at star labs and I get that she ha powers and whatever but I would like her to take her job more seriously and not for her personal gain, I feel bad for what happened to her cousin I seriously geniounly do but the only time you hear her talk about the citizen is if she needs something from us and its making me seriously regret promoting her.’’ Iris took a deep breath she knows how this might sound and it might just be her hormones but she is seriously tired of Allegra’s behavior.

Barry saw how distressed his wife was about this so he decided not to say anything until she has gotten it all out her chest.

After taking a deep breath iris continued ‘’ so today I was in the office getting ready to go investigate karma, Kramer whatever the fuck her name is and I find myself missing and employee so I called her just to learn she is hanging around frost and Caitlin for what reason I do not know I’m her mentor not them I’m not paying her to hang out with them and I was just like you know what its fine so I just left her and went about my way to go investigate Kramer in doing that surprise surprise my dad is investigating her with Cecil when I was the one who brought this case to him and he brushed me off like it was nothing. And that’s another thing I am so fed up with my dad.’’ At this point iris is bawling her eyes and all Barry wants to do it take that pain away from her.

‘’ my dad hasn’t been acting like my dad for a while now and it took me getting stuck in a mirror to realize it. You know he never once asked me how I was doing when I came out of the mirror, he just brushed it aside like I wasn’t gone for 3 months he could at least show some emotions.’’ Her voice was cracking at this point ‘’ h- ho- how I- is it * sniff sniff* that his more of a father to you than he is to meeeeeeee’’ her chest and shoulder moving frantically.

Barry finally goes in soothing her ‘’ I am so so sorry you feel this way, how long have you been holding this in and I didn’t even notice, I am so sorry baby, just let it all out’’ Barry said as he rubs his hands in soothing circles on her back ‘’ just let it out I’m here’’

When she is calm enough she continues ‘’ I just feel so neglected as a daughter by him and Cecil Cecil doesn’t even try to bond with me, she’s been with my dad for so long and I don’t even know anything about her and when we do talk she always uses her powers to invade my privacy and when she does that she can’t even be subtle about it she always has to my extra and do to much’’ by this time iris is finished crying now what she feels is rage towards these people. ‘’ she is literally everywhere when there was still a team citizen was still a thing she became our ‘lawyer’ and no one even asked her to no offence to her but she suck as a lawyer’’ Barry starts laughing and nodding his head because it the truth. ‘’ I’m serious hahaha but it’s funny though but seriously I don’t even know why we hired her as your lawyer for your trial she couldn’t even win it she had to use ralph pretend to be devoe for her to win and I thought she was the best Caitlin and frost are dumb to hire her as a lawyer she couldn’t even win their case and if she cant win any of our case what is her use at star labs her powers are useless there no offense she could be home with Jenna and speaking of Jenna it sucks that we never see her they never talk about her unless its to say they are talking to their babysitter so instead of her to go take care of her child she’d over here acting like a child and sticking her nose in everyone’s business. I am so sick of her.’’ Barry just sat there looking at iris and after hearing all she said he can’t help but see the truth in what she’s saying, how could he have been so blind to this. As he continues to rub her back iris gathers even more courage to finally let this all off her chest ‘’ after cisco left the one person at star labs besides you I could stand was gone he was my sunshine twin he would always try to cheer me up when we lost Nora and even when I lost you to the speed force he was always there for me and I miss him and I miss Kamilla because she understood me we where becoming close friends before we got stuck in the mirror together and now we have an unbreakable bond because of that experience and now she’s gone too not only did I lose my best worker but I lost my best friend too. All of a sudden Iris seemed to get angrier Barry didn’t know why but his about to.

‘’ Caitlin and frost’’ she said their names with as much annoyance as she could muster up ‘’ they are the biggest entitled people I have ever met before frost was a thing it was the way Caitlin always looked at me like I was beneath her or something like she couldn’t get rid of me fast enough then frost came and bitch tried to kill me because she wanted dick and some other issues I had never did anything to her never spoke to her but all of a sudden she wants to kill me why I have no idea and what pisses me of is the way we just forgive her just because she did the right thing in the end and blasted Savitar she came to h.r funeral and she left to go find herself or whatever you went into the speed force and she abandoned me, Wally, cisco, and dad to fend of the bad guys on our own. Then Caitlin came up in her in her high horse to bring you out of the speed force like she’s been here all along, then she lost frost with the whole devoe thing Caitlin literally put your life and gypsy’s life in danger all because she wanted frost back and despite my better judgment I went up to her during the baby shower we threw for Cecile to offer up my help to find the bitch frost for her and she was just snarky with me saying no she will find her I just gave up on that hoe what still confusing is how she can perform all this surgery’s she’s doing since she hasn’t done them since med school like isn’t she a bio scientist or whatever like how did she become team doctor she literally has no experience in that field all she does is just stitch you up with pretty much all of us can do now and she acts like she has the most important job there dragging Allegra and Cecile along with her.’’ Iris shakes her head ‘’ you know what’s do funny’’ iris asked Barry ‘’ what’’ Barry genuinely curious ‘’ that whole frost trial and how Caitlin was like we have to get her out she’s my sister, since when though, anyways they arrested frost for a crime that she actually committed its not like she didn’t commit them she literally tried to kill me and she wanted her to go Scot free when you went to prison for a crime you actually didn’t commit it just pissed me of and instead of dumb bitch to just take the cure she volunteered her self for life in prison thinking she was doing sum, I might not like Kramer but what she did to frost was not a bad thing she all she did was try to make frost take responsibility for her actions. But she never does like always she literally gets out of prison after like two days.’’

‘’ and another thing that pisses me off is the way they treat Chester that boy is so sweet and deserves to be treated with kindness so that why it irritates and makes me so angry to hear that Caitlin was yelling at him for getting hit even sue warned Allegra not to pursue after her cousin but she did anyways and brought her to star labs without our permission knowing she’s a dangerous criminal when her and Allegra get into it she blast Chester who was just there to bring them snacks and somehow Caitlin made it Chester’s fault? Like how does that even make sense. I am just sick and tired of all of this. I am supposed to be happy right now basking in love with my husband trying to conceive our daughter and we can’t even have the privacy of knowing if were pregnant or not because of Cecile invading your thoughts once again the negative result you got was meant to be shared with me not her and I know this is wrong but I am glad that the test came negative because it would be so unfair of her to know that I am pregnant before I know all because she’s nosy.’’ Iris finally finished her rant with a deep breath, she looks up at Barry and all she finds in his eyes are adoration, understanding, anger, disappointment, and love.

‘’what?’’ iris asked

‘’ you are the strongest person that I know’’ Barry whispers to her ‘’I don’t know how you let this in for this long because one thing I know for sure is that I certainly would have burst long ago.’’

‘’ I am so sorry that you’ve had to keep this all in for this long’’ Barry said caressing her cheeks ‘’ and I’m sorry If you felt like you couldn’t tell me, thank you for bringing it to my attention and after listening to you things need to change for one our personal life needs to stop being discussed at star labs where everyone can hear and the second is that Caitlin needs to not be our doctor and she is certainly not going to be delivering our baby and most importantly we need to set boundaries for Cecile’’

‘’ thank you, babe, for listening to me and letting me get this rant of my chest, I feel so much lighter.’’

‘’ its my job iris there is no need to thank me I will always be on your side ALWAYS.’’

#westallen #fanfic #fanfiction #iris west #barry x iris #barry allen #marriage #rant #popular

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 4 years

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You mean to tell me I leave tumblr for a long ass time and come back to you writing new baek shit? Congrats on getting out of the writing slump but you cannOT DO ME LIKE THAT!!! Peanut?! Bug?! He ATE!!! Her cheese stick!!! She tried to kill him!!! Who’s favourite food even is it!!! Its mine that’s who’s why do you hate meeeeeeee!!! What the fuck is a Mia anyways??? LORD! 😭😭😭

You will never fully understand how HAPPY I am to see you again and you’re here yelling at me in my inbox about a fic😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰 I’m just so happy to be back on my baekhyun shit😂😂😂 how have you been? You’ve better have been well. I won’t accept any other states other than well.

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aesthetic--us · 5 years

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Klance Christmas/ New Years HC

Keith isn’t one who spends too much time on decorations, so his apartment just kinda stays the same all year round

Lance, however, decorates the shit outta the apartment where he lives with Hunk and Pidge

Because most of the gang is there, Keith just kinda spends most of his time there anyway

So every year, they rope Keith into helping them decorate the tree and cookies.

Lance will watch Keith struggle with untangling the lights, because “the children need to be entertained and drained out of energy so the real big boys can get the job done.”

Once Keith finishes, Lance will not let anyone help him wrap the lights around the tree. Growing up in a household with lots of children, everyone had a specific task when it came to the tree, and doing the lights holds a special place in his heart to this day.

Once that’s done, everyone crowds the tree, putting up the small decorations.

This year’s a little different because Keith and Lance are both pining idiots who physically cannot flirt without it seeming like a joke. But Lance is determined to ask out Keith before the year ends.

This year, they got a lot of new decorations, which they dumped in a clear box so anyone can just dig around and grab for them

Keith is self-conscious every time Lance touches him, whether it’s the small bump of his shoulder or their hands brushing past each other when they go back to get more decorations from the clear box on the sofa.

“Look, it’s mistletoe.” Lance pulls out a small plastic mistletoe decoration between Keith and him. “Give me a kiss, Keith-y boy.”

Keith just goes red in the face, immediately freezing up, because God knows when his gay panic hits, its like a big collision occurring in slow motion.

Lance just smacks his shoulder playfully. “Just kidding. Don’t go cheating on your girlfriend just because you can’t keep your paws off of me.”

“ I’m gay.”

Not how Keith was planning on coming out, but Hunk deemed it a celebration, so they all got a special dinner that night.

If that phrase kept Lance up all night, hope slowly trickling into his system, he didn’t let anyone know.

After that confession, their dynamic changed. Lance started to flirt more bluntly. Keith can’t figure out if he’s just imagining it, but it sure as hell is confusing the shit out of him.

Keith ranting to Shiro: “Today he asked to hold my hand because his were cold. I don’t know what it means!”

“It means…that he wants to hold your hand…” Shiro pities Lance. Keith is as smart as a rock when it comes to signals.

“But what if his hands were just cold?”

“Would you hold my hand if I said I was cold?”

“No.” Keith deadpans.

“Then?”

Shiro thinks he’s finally gonna break through to Keith with logic

"BuT LaNcE iS a DiFfErEnT sPeCiEs Of HuMaN-"

Keith does his very best not to have a heart attack and have his stomach burst with all the butterflies every time Lance does something that makes him fall in love even more.

Lance becomes more touchy with Keith. Every time they’re hanging out, he’ll wrap his arm loosely around Keith’s shoulder,,, and Lance is smart enough not to yawn every time he does it because,,, cringe. And to Keith, Lance always seems so smooth when he does it, so Keith does the only thing he can think of: pretend like it doesn’t affect him in any way, shape, or form.

Lance doesn’t know if he should be feeling let down because it seems like Keith isn’t affected by his presence, but it gives him the courage to do even more.

Whenever they’re with the whole gang and not doing anything in particular, he’ll grab Keith’s hand and just play with his fingers, sometimes just wanting to go for it and hold Keith’s hand altogether. But he doesn’t want to be tooooooooo obvious, so he holds back

Whenever they happen to sit or just be near each other, Keith makes sure to have his closest hand open and free.

Lance will occasionally convince Keith to cuddle with him while they’re having a movie night, bringing out a blanket so they can get cozy. Lance will lean into Keith, and Keith will rest his head on top of Lance’s. Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Shiro just pretend they don’t see them.

When Lance is out doing a Starbucks run, Hunk and Pidge always tell him what they want. But Keith never has to look up from his phone because he knows Lance has his order memorized. Keith rarely wants something different, so if Keith doesn’t want his usual, Lance knows Keith will tell him. And if that isn’t domestically cute,,,,,,,,

Keith has a habit of underdressing when he goes out, so over time, he unintentionally builds a collection of Lance’s clothes and vise versa.

Keith will go to Lance’s with just a t-shirt and some jeans made out of thin material on a day where it’s windy as heck. So Lance will convince Keith to change into one of his long sleeves, a hoodie, and a pair of warm sweats. Or Keith will be wearing a thin hoodie, which Lance will make him switch out for a thicker one.

And so, at a certain point, they just start wearing each other’s clothes.

“Hey, have you seen my green hoodie?” Lance asks Keith

“The one with the black thing on the sleeve?”

“Yeah, I’ve been looking for it.”

“It’s back at my place.” Keith feels a bit guilty at always taking his clothes. “Do you want me to bring it back next time?”

“I mean,,, I don’t really need it…” Lance shrugs it off because just knowing Keith wears his clothes makes him feel like he’s Keith’s boyfriend. Plus, it’s not like he hasn’t used the clothes he has of Keith in his closet just because it went with his outfit better than anything else he owned.

But now, knowing he has a chance, Lance decides to use Keith’s habit of taking his clothes to an advantage.

Keith, once again, didn’t bring a sweater

“What material do you want?” Lance asks.

“Um???? Does the material really matter?” Keith sure as heck doesn’t know what the heck the difference between cotton and polyester would mean. They’re all just meant to keep you warm, no???

“Then, might I suggest this sweater?” Lance holds a black sweater out to Keith,” Made out of boyfriend material.”

Keith pauses. Like physically pauses. So they’re just standing there. Lance still has his hand extended out with the sweater. And Keith is just staring at him.

Keith’s heart starts beating really fast because he doesn’t know if Lance is trying to ask him out or just making another one of his weird jokes. So he sucks in air and slowly lets it out to calm himself.

Lance hears Keith sigh, so he can only imagine how stupid he sounded.

“I’m cold, so I’ll take it.” Keith grabs the sweater and puts it on.

When Lance recounts the story to Hunk and Pidge later that night, he feels himself die of embarrassment.

“Now Keith is never gonna date meeeeeeee,” Lance whines, wishing that pick-up line never left his mouth.

When Christmas Eve rolls around, Lance makes sure everyone is at his place so they can all stay up together until its 12 and they can open gifts.

Keith rolls up in black and red checkered pj bottoms and a black hoodie. In Lance’s eyes, he looked so damn fine in pjs. It shouldn’t be allowed to look that good in fuckin pjs.

Lance wears a dark blue onesie with small snowflakes on it. He’s the embodiment of soft

Keith shows up at 8 am with 2 boxes full of donuts and 4 hot chocolates. Because Hunk and Pidge are still asleep, Keith and Lance take a box of donuts and their hot chocolate and warm up under the covers in Lance’s bed. They spend their morning cuddling for warmth watching the Home Alone movies.

By the second movie, they’ve already finished their hot chocolate and ate about 2-3 donuts each. Since they don’t need their hands anymore, Lance decides to be bold and lay his hand on top of Keith’s.

Keith stiffens, and Lance almost pulls back, but he feels Keith snuggle closer to him, so he doesn’t.

Because Keith was so full of food and comfortably warm, he ends up falling asleep against Lance.

At first, Lance doesn’t notice

But then,,, a soft snore comes from Keith, which surprises Lance. The last thing he expected was to have Keith trust him enough to fall asleep near him.

Lance moves his laptop and shimmies Keith off, placing a pillow under his head so he could be more comfortable

Lance moves to lay next to him, just staring up at the ceiling. And just because he can, he places his hand in Keith’s and intertwines their fingers. It feels natural, though Keith’s hand was understandably limp since he is off in Dream Land

Without meaning to, Lance knocks out too.

By the time Keith wakes up, Lance has managed to roll half of his body onto Keith’s, his left arm across Keith’s stomach and his head on Keith’s chest.

Keith would have enjoyed the moment longer had his bladder not been yelling at him to bolt out of bed and get his ass in the bathroom.

By the time everyone arrives, Hunk already has a batch of cookies set out on the counter with frosting bowls of different colors laid out.

They’re all decorating their cookies in fun, colorful ways, just enjoying the Christmas spirit when all of a sudden, they hear Keith yelling.

Lance is laughing, having gotten red icing on Keith’s cheek.

Keith dips his finger in blue icing and draws a line across Lance’s forehead.

They’re both laughing, chasing each other, a bowl of icing in hand. It doesn’t take long before they’re both in their seats again. Instead of icing the cookies, they’re decorating each other’s faces.

Keith secretly hopes it never ends, because having Lance tenderly brush his hair back and just look at him like he’s something important has got him feeling on a high that he never wants to come down from.

When they’re done, they have everyone vote on who’s ‘makeup’ is better.

Of course, Lance wins. And if it means seeing Lance smile so brightly, Keith wouldn’t mind losing every time.

After their Secret Santa exchanges, people start trickling out of the apartment

Lance and Keith end up back in Lance’s room.

Lance pulls out a box with a purple paste-on bow and hands it to Keith. “I got you some stuff. Merry Christmas.”

Keith immediately stands up and hands the present back.

Lance feels his heart sink.

“Wait here. I got you something, too. It’s in my car. Let’s open them together!” Keith slips on his shoes before rushing out to his car to get the box in his backseat.

Lance just gets jittery and full of butterflies. His face heats up just thinking of the fact that Keith spent time out of his day to buy him a present when he didn’t need to.

And almost as immediately, he worries if his gift is good enough. Or if it’s too much. But it’s too late to do anything about it because he hears the front door open and shut. And seconds later, Keith was coming into his room, taking his previous place on Lance’s bed.

They both exchange gifts.

When Keith opens his box, and the first thing that he pulls out is black fingerless mittens. Keith snorts, but smiles. Inside the box is also a clip-on dangling earring with a silver cross.

Keith holds the earing closer to examine the cross. “Really? A dangling earing?”

Lance shrugs. “To further help you in your effort to be an e-boy.”

The final items in Keith’s box are a picture of Lance doing a ridiculously looking kissy-face with Lance’s signature in black, black and red nail polish, and the most beautiful jacket he had ever seen. From the outside, it looked like black leather, but on the inside, it was soft and warm.

“Oh my god, Lance! This jacket…thank you so much.” Keith hugs Lance tightly. His heart feels so full of love for the man in front of him.

When Lance opens his box, the first thing he pulls out is a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates, WHICH ARE HIS FUCKIN MOST FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD. He turns to look at Keith, who just gives him a yeah-I-know look. Lance resists the urge to open the box and just pop a chocolate into his mouth.

Inside the box, Lance finds multiple pairs of fuzzy socks, a Baby-It’ s-Cold-Outside mug, 4 face mask sheets, a bottle of peel-off mask, and the softest blanket that he had ever felt.

They stay up late talking, but it doesn’t last very long because Keith gets sleepy, so he ends up leaving before he accidentally falls asleep on Lance’s bed again, not that Lance would mind.

Lance and Keith never really talked about the underlying meaning of the gifts. Still, at that point, they both kinda already knew that their friendship was possibly a little more than platonic. But that has never stopped two pining idiots from tiptoeing around each other.

Before they know it, time flies by, and the whole gang is back at Lance’s apartment for New Years

Keith shows up a little late to the get-together. Hunk had asked him to stop by the grocery store and snatch some wine since he forgot to buy some earlier.

Though Keith felt a little bold in his outfit, Shiro had encouraged him to wear it. So in he walks, wearing the semi-leather jacket Lance had gifted him and the clip-on earing, most of his hair pulled back in a small little puff that barely counted as a ponytail.

When Lance saw him, Lance felt his heart almost jump out of his throat because HOT DAMN

“What Tik Tok video did you escape from?” Lance teases, helping Keith place the wine on the counter. Keith playfully glares at him.

Keith sets down the last wine bottle. “People would die to date this ‘Tik-Tok escapee.’”

“Uh-huh. Sure they would, sport,” Lance ruffles Keith’s hair.

“Don’t touch the merchandise unless you’re planning to buy!” Keith yells, swatting Lance’s hand away.

It’s not long before they’re both laughing.

Out of habit, they both take their usual place on the couch, cuddling while they wait for everyone to arrive.

It’s a minute before the fated New Year is upon them. Everyone is getting together with their dates in front of the television or on the balcony.

Lance decides to take a chance and pull Keith aside to pop the question that had been bugging him all night. “Would you be my New Year’s kiss?”

One of Keith’s New Year Resolutions was to be bolder,,, And so what if there was still 20 seconds until the New Year? It didn’t mean that he couldn’t start a little bit early

Keith raises his eyebrow teasingly. “Just a New Year’s kiss?”

Lance feels his mouth go dry because OMG THE UNIVERSE MUST’VE OWED HIM A FAVOR OR SOMETHING BECAUSE KEITH IS HINTING FOR MORE AND WHY IS HE SO NERVOUS???

They can hear the tv in the background counting down. Lance is just standing there, unsure of what to really say. One thing’s for sure: it’s getting hot as heck in that room.

Keith has to hold back his smile because he can visibly see Lance’s brain running a thousand miles per hour, and it’s nice to know that Keith can make him feel as nervous as he does around Lance.

Lance grabs the neck of his jacket and tries to air himself. “Is it just me, or did it get 10 degrees hotter in here? I don’t know what material they used to make this thing, but I feel like I’m in a sauna.”

Keith rolls his eyes. There are 10 seconds left on the clock. He knows that if he doesn’t make a move, they’ll probably get nowhere.

Keith grabs Lance’s jacket and pulls him in close. He lightly tugs the coat. “Huh, well what do you know? It’s made out of boyfriend material.”

Keith doesn’t get the chance to see Lance’s reaction because the next thing he knew, he was kissing Lance with the sounds of fireworks and the Time’s Square Ball Drop from the TV.

Keith’s eyelashes flutter as they pull apart. But Lance’s reaction was not one he was expecting.

Lance softly pushes Keith away, laughing. He has to place his hands on his knees because he can’t stop laughing. If it wasn’t for the wall next to him, he’d probably be on the floor.

Keith’s first instinct is to feel hurt and rejected, but Lance’s laugh sounds so happy and bubbly that he can’t help but hold off on being rash.

“What?” Keith asks insecurely.

Lance takes a gulp of air, trying to recompose himself. He finally straightens up.

“I can’t believe that I’m going to associate our first kiss with the words’ boyfriend material’ and a corny ass line.” Lance’s smile is so big that Keith can’t help but laugh as well.

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fractallogic · 4 years

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Artemis before quarantine:

Gone for an hour: ...oh, you were gone?

Gone for a couple hours: oh!! hoomin! Hi!! Where were you!! Okay gotta run I’ll see you later

Gone for a full day: comes running to the door to greet me, very happy, aw yis human is home, I love you hoomin, did you bring me some new smells

Gone for the weekend: drooling because she is SO HAPPY oh my GOD I thought you had ABANDONED ME but you are HOME oh my god you must not leave my sight and I will sniff you and chomp you gently to make sure you NEVER LEAVE AGAIN (lasts for like, 2-3 hours), and I must sit on your lap and lick your face and knead on you and you MUST NOT LEAVE

Artemis during early stage quarantine:

Human I swear to god if you interrupt another one of my naps I’m going to murder you while you sleep (but also if you’re home why the fuck are you not paying attention to me?!)

Artemis during late-stage quarantine:

Out of sight for ten minutes: MEOW??? MEOWWW???? WHERE DID YOU GO?? HELLO?? Oh. Hi. Okay. Yeah. Okay. See you later.

Heard the door shut, gone for ten minutes: gazing out the window, MEOW?? WHERE????

Separated by the window for any length of time: *muffled yelling meows*

Gone for my daily walk, 30-90 min: comes running, MEOW MEOW MEOW, let me sniff you okay I gotta sit on your lap and lick your face do you REALIZE how long you were gone wtf were you thinking oh my GOD I thought you were lost forever I love you please never leave again

Gone for half a day: HUUUUUMAAAAAANNNNNNN YOU BANDONED MEEEEEEEE I WAS SO SAAAAAAD *loses her goddamn mind for several hours*

So anyway if I ever have to go back to work outside the house, Artemis is going to lose it. I was gone for a half-hour walk just now and she SNIFF and SNIFF and GROOM and CUDDLE and MEOW and CUDDLE and DONT YOU GO ANYWHERE and I’m like holy fuck buddy chill

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lumiereswig · 5 years

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hey all so i just saw ‘hadestown’ and feel duty bound to tell you fools everything about it because i, too, remember what it is to be lonely and on the internet and too poor to see some snazzy broadway shit

there’s no fanfare or anything. the show opens with all the cast coming on—and obviously the audience is going buckwild, especially with amber gray. (u can tell there’s a lot of great comet fans in the audience.) only once everybody is settled does hermes really TAKE THE STAGE.

and boy does he take it. sassy lil shit knows he owns it and just stands there taking in his audience, before flipping his jacket back with dramatic flare (to show his SNAZZY-ASS SILVER THREADED VEST) and starting to sing. (cue noisy wah-wah trombone.)

the setting is p. clearly a bar; orpheus p. clearly works there. he’s like being artsy with the napkins and shit, blossoming them into roses. eurydice is a traveler; she carries with her, wrapped in brown silk, an alter candle that she lights. (after sassing hermes into giving her a match to light it with.) eurydice balances her candle with the paper rose orpheus later makes and gives to her.

orpheus is pretty childlike and dreaming in this version. (not the cocky boy from the off broadway production.) he comes off as kind of lanky and awkward and not quite there; naive is definitely a defining adjective for him. everything about him is soft and gentle and in a dreaming world.

eurydice is kind of a classic tough girl but she’s got a strand of helplessness to her. she puts on a show of not being impressed by orpheus until he sings her the song he’s working on, and manages to bring a rose into his palm.

environmental collapse is a HUGE theme thru this—bigger than i thought it would be. eurydice’s first lines are about how there’s no spring or autumn anymore; everything is winter or summer, too hot or cold to live. the fates sing of the winds—the fates sort of torment her throughout this—but climate change looms as a dread through the show. orpheus hopes his song will bring back summer, put the seasons back in tune.

anyway, everyone’s hanging out at a new orleans style bar. even hades and persephone are there, though above it all in a balcony of their own

did i mention bradley king is a god among lighting designers?

because that will come back a lot

anyway hermes is sort of an uncle figure to orpheus; he was friends with orpheus’s mother, a muse. as soon as orpheus sees eurydice he wants to talk to her, and hermes advices him not to ‘come on too strong’—

and well that plan goes immediately out the window : ‘come home with me!’ [eurydice: ’what?’]

orpheus is just intensely awkward. skinny pale child doesn’t know how to interact with the world

they have kind of an argumentative relationship from the start—they don’t face each other very often; there’s a push and pull as he longs for her and she, kneejerk tough girl, tries not to go for this. but the rose from his palm enchants her, and she holds on to it. ‘you have to finish your song.’

GODDDD AMBER GRAY IS JUST LIIIIIIIFE. her persephone is a total lush and frequently staggers through act 1. she also has a fabulous white coat that gradients to green at the sleeves. when she dances you can’t tell if she’s about to pass out or float up to the ceiling.

when orpheus gives the toast he’s just so awkward it’s appalling

(and everyone toasts except eurydice)

hades wears sunglasses when he comes to the world above to bring persephone back to the world below. he descends from his balcony to get her, and brings her to the center of the stage—and then, oh, SHIT, there’s a fucking perfect round trap door right where they’re standing, and they descend below. (amber gray looking up to the slowly disappearing sky with the face of a martyr who’s used to the gig.)

winter’s hard. eurydice has to bust back out her old ass coat (instead of the winsome black slip thing and brown vest thing she was wearing), and the Fates, bitches as they be, try to fuckin rip it off her. (and succeed. the choreography looks like wind! also chairs and tables looked like they were floating earlier but i forgot to mention that.)

eurydice is trying to get ORPHEUS’S FUCKIN ATTENTION bout the fact they got no food and, uh, three bitchy old ladies dressed all in gray just took her coat, but he’s submerged in writing his song to bring back the weather. and while this is all going on, hades and persephone are having their age-old argument about how hell is too hot and too loud and IT AIN’T RIGHT, IT AIN’T NATURAL.

because, get this, after descending to hell they descended /back up/ into it, and u can tell cuz the lighting is fuckin genius. i’ll explain later except i won’t.

orpheus is just OUT OF IT and not hearing anything at all eurydice is tryin to fuckin say. (the tune keeps going wrong.) hades is sick of persephone not being with his electric shiny no-good shittiness and lays his eyes on eurydice as easy prey.

he puts on his sunglasses again and u know it’s bad news.

he talks her over and gives her her ‘ticket’—two silver coins that she momentarily holds up over her eyes as she looks at us, letting us know that this is some death imagery. she holds both hades’ coins and orpheus’s flower—and, making up her mind, calls out orpheus’s name one last time and descends into the underworld through that same miraculous trap.

and then, fuck me, the trap comes back up but just the red flower is on it. fuuuuuck meeeeeeee i may have wept.

orpheus finishes his damn song and hermes lets him know that hE FUCKED UP HIS WHOLE DAMN LIFE SHE GONE, BITCH, and orpheus sees the flower on the trap door and then he’s weeping, too.

and then we get to ‘wait for me’ and holy shit, y’all, i never been so fully into something in my life? it was so physically intoxicating i almost wanted to throw up. like, wonder as a liquid beverage. tHE LIGHTING? ? i fuckin felt awe on this earth today, i saw god and he’s lit by bradley king.

because! hades’ workers bring on these industrial metal lamps, and they hook them to the wires in the ceiling, and they SEND THEM SWINGING OUT INTO THE FUCKIGN AUDIENCE. they fuckin—they—they they they!—they fucking did! that! sent them swinging out in perfect rhythm and time, fully lit, swinging around orpheus and into the audience. and tHEN! THE FUCKIN SET! BEGINS TO GROW!!!

remember the first time u saw the nutcracker as a child and the growing christmas tree fuckin ripped ur world apart? it’s like that except times ten thousand

like it felt like. like the fuckin world was coming apart. the bar set is slowly ripping open and golden light is just searing into your eyeballs and the golden lamps are still swinging around orpheus and it literally felt like god had opened up a cold one and was just singing something horrible into being. it was wonder. i want to see it again.

like. stagecraft, babyyy

and u think act 1 will end on that because why would it nOT but no, we get ‘why we build the wall,’ which is a sort of chilling propoganda thing where everybody is facing forward and just telling back to hades whatever he’s yelling about, and persephone is there and i’m not sure why (like does she believe this? is she the unwilling consort? what’s the deal?)

and at the end eurydice comes in, and sort of picks up on the gestures everybody is doing—in that way everyone does when they come into a room and they want to vaguely pass as with it so they try to sync in to the general vibe. ‘uhh sure everyone’s waving their hands and talkin about walls so i guess i will too’, that kind of thing

hades shows her up to his office (the balcony door) to sign the papers. as soon as he’s gone, amber gray whips round to face the audience. ‘anybody want a drink?’

it’s intermission and i’m still trying to catch up on all the gasp-crying i started during ‘wait for me’

we also get an overpriced hadestown cup cuz get while the getting’s good, right?

back in act 2 and it’s our lady of the underground, ie amber gray in her exact outfit from above except instead of lurid green it’s savage black. (and instead of a bouncy curly brown wig it’s a black sparkly snood.) she dances and pivots and rivets her way through it, introducing the band, being winsome savage bite-your-face-off-and-offer-to-share-it-with-you amber gray. she’s got a neat little ring-shaped silver flask that hangs from her hand like a purse, and i want one.

eurydice emerges from the office dressed in the same overalls as the other workers—though she looks sexy af in them, ngl—and sings ‘flowers,’ and talks about how nobody down here looks at her, and how it’s like they don’t even see her. the underworld is not what she thought it would be. she wants to go home but can’t. she can’t remember orpheus’s name.

uNTIL HE SHOWS UP! Punk ass bitch made it, somehow, and stumbles onto the stage with guitar in hand. she knows his name immediately. but she can’t leave, because she signed her soul away.

u knew all this. it’s classic myth. did i mention patrick page as hades sounds like the combined harmonics of every rumbling truck on the george washington bridge every time he decides to sing?

orpheus has A Moment™ where it’s like, if this is what the world is, if people sign their names up for shit and i can’t save them, i guess i’ll just go home. but he talks himself out of it (apparently his magic vocal cords work on him, too), and actually talks himself (and the stone workers of the underworld!) into activism.

amber gray and patrick page share a duet i’ve never heard before, and it’s fine, and i think it still needs fine tuning cuz im not sure exactly how persephone feels about hades in this bit. it’s fine. what matters is that at the end of it, hades is FUCKED because rebellion is brewing.

he gets orpheus to sing his song. and holy shit, is it a doozy. holy shit, but were we all crying. hooooolyyy shiiiiiit.

holy shit.

when hades sings the refrain at the end, amber gray looks like she’s experiencing the most visceral, exquisite, heartfelt, heartbroken pain of her life. she literally bends as if she’s felt this pain in her stomach—this pain, this anguish over the song she hasn’t heard for so long from this one man she loved so well.

and when a rose blossoms from hades’s palm, persephone is both crying and laughing. it’s like the old times have bloomed again.

and then they dance.

also, should have mentioned earlier, it’s implied it’s not an og song orpheus is singing; he’s actually stumbled on an ancient one, perhaps one hades used to sing, and THAT’S why it’s so devastating—not just his talent and voice, but the memory of it, the memories it brings back. it’s an ancient song, almost a spell, that can heal the seasons.

hades and persephone hold each other close, nuzzling almost, and eurydice faces orpheus, and for a second u think it’s going to be ok because eurydice is so joyful and persephone and hades have healed. o & e think they’re gonna leave. they think everybody can leave.

but nope, hades can’t have that. damned if he does, damned if he don’t—so he sets the test for orpheus, but u really get the sense that he’s not doing it from a sense of cruelty any more. it almost pains him to do this shit. but the rivet of steel in his character won’t let himself become king of nothing.

hermes presents the challenge: ‘ive got good news, and bad.’ orpheus keeps asking hermes if it’s a trick; hermes keeps saying it’s a test, a trial. (it’s really a TRAGEDY.)

persephone is wooed by the fact that hades even let them try.

ugh, doubt comes in is. devastating. every single person in the audience audibly gasped—u FELT the air leave the room—when he turned around. we all genuinely believed it would end differently this time. we thought it would. i knew it was coming and i still was DEVASTATED.

eurydice is, too. she started as the doubter, and she had so much BELIEF they were gonna get out of this. ‘it’s you—it’s me—’ she says. she’s already sinking through the trap. fuckin hell, they were on the last few steps. i’m still fuckin emotional about it

orpheus just crashes to the edge of the trap, staring down into the abyss. hermes is singing, softly, about how it’s an old song—it’s an old tale—it’s a tragedy. and then he roars—in a way that cheers me up—WE’RE GONNA SING IT AGAIN.

because that’s the power of it! it happened, it was horrible, but we’re going to SING about it—and maybe change the ending this time—the way orpheus tried to, when he sang his way to hades and sang his way to the stones. it’s the singing of the event that matters, that might matter.

and eurydice is back at the bar, wanting matches—orpheus is back at the bar, seeing her for the first time across the room—and the story goes on, like the seasons .fuckin incredible. everybody in the auditiorium now is tear-stained.

APPLAUSE APPLAUSE APPLAUSE

lasted for like.....seven minutes?? it took ages and the actors were just soaking it up, looking exhausted, because DAMN it is exhausting to chart anguish and joy and victory and determination and love in two hours and 25 minutes

and then hermes shushes the house—because of course he does—and amber gray leads the final toast. it’s acoustic—it sounded to me like she wasn’t even using her microphone? it wasn’t brash at all, just raw—and a simple, honest, kind of homespun way to end the show. and it finally ended, and we cheered one last time, and then we went home sobbing and shaking and wanting to do the whole damn thing again

it was great and the stagecraft was some of the best i’ve ever seen and i’ve literally felt maybe only 3 productions like this, where this emotional shit is actually sitting in your lungs, and u should go, the end

#hadestown #rachel chavkin #anais mitchell #amber gray #patrick page #reeve carney #broadway #oh also there was a revolve that was pretty neat and used well

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Mini Fanfic #344: Rouge Rose (Sonic X Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

Shadow: (Completely Speechless of what he's seeing right in front of him)........

Rouge: (Wearing Amy's Red Dress) So? (Poses Towards Shadow) How do I look?

Shadow: ..............Rouge, why are you wearing Amy's dress?

Rouge: Oh? You mean this cute thing? Funny story, actually. When I was at the Dry Cleaners, I might've grabbed it by mistake.

Shadow: So I'm guessing the girl has your usual spy suit now...

Rouge: (Shrugged) Pretty much. But I'm not complaining. I'm actually starting like this dress. That girl sure does have some taste in fashion senses....For the most part at least.

Peach: (From a Distance) Shadow sweetie! Mommy's ready for our day together!

Shadow: (Yell towards the direction distant to where Peach is from) I'll be right there!

Rouge: (Smiles Teasingly at Shadow) D'awww~ Is the Ultimate Lifeform spending quality with his Mommy Dearest today?

Shadow: (Sigh while Blushing a little and looking away) More or less. I didn't have anything else better to do so why not?

Rouge: (Giggles Softly) I guess you really are a Momma's Boy after all~

Shadow: ('Hmph') Whatever. I'll be taking my leave out. I can't keep my mother- I mean....The Princess waiting....

Rouge: Alrighty then. Have fun on your date with your mom, Shadow the Hedgehog~

Shadow: ('Sigh') Likewise I suppose....(Teleported his way out of the room)

Rouge: ('Sigh Satisfyingly') That Stubborn Hedgehog is always fun to tease sometimes. Now then....(Starts Smirking) Let's see if I could pay a certain Knucklehead a visit.....

Angel Island.......

Knuckles: (Standing Still While Guarding the Master Emerald Behind him) ('Sigh') You know, I can't believe I'm actually saying this....But this might be even more boring than I thought. I mean seriously, I like Guarding the Emerald as much as the next guy, but nothing rarely happens here anymore. Hmmmmm......I guess wouldn't hurt to go down and visit some-

???: Oh Knuckie!~

Knuckles: (Sighs Again and begins to turn around once he heard of very familiar voice) What do you now, Rou-uuuuuuge....(Eyes Widened from what he's seeing right now)...What the hell am I looking at right now?

Rouge: You like?~ (Make her ways towards where Knuckles is standing) It's this cute red dress Amy usually wears. (Does Poses in front of Knuckles) Pretty cute, huh?~

Knuckles: ......You look a lot more Amy-like if anything?

Rouge: Hmmmm....."Amy-Like" huh?

Knuckles: Yeah. I mean, you don't look bad or anything. You just look a little more like how Amy usually looks.

Rouge: (Thought a bit hard on Knuckles' thoughts on the dress before Shrugging completely) Eh. I can live with that.

Knuckles: (Raised an Eyebrow) Seriously?

Rouge: Yep. I mean it's the most unusual compliant for a lady like myself, to ever be heard from anyone before...but I suppose I'll take it as such.....For now at least~ (Winked at Knuckles)

Knuckles: (Groans once he Blushes) So are you here and try to steal the Master Emerald or....?

Rouge: Wellllllll.....I thought about doing so at first, but I decided not to since you were so humble enough to compliant me today.

Knuckles: (Raised in Eyebrow in Confusion) So.......that's it, then? You're not gonna try any sneaky tactics to try and steal it or anything?

Rouge: Yep. In fact, If you want my real reason of coming here, it's cause I wanna visit my favorite Knucklehead for today.

Knuckles: .......Why?

Rouge: To see your reaction on the dress I'm wearing. (Teasing Smirks starts Growing a bit larger) And judging by your face, I can tell you're liking this~

Knuckles: (Blushes Grew Brighter as he Looks away from Rouge) Remind me why I had to put up with you again.....

Rouge: Oho the answer's quite simple, Knuckie~ Because deep down, I knew you like being around me. Especially when you try oh so hard to deny that theory~ (Gives Knuckles a kiss on the cheek before jumping away from an angry and very flustered Echidna)

Knuckles: Rahhhhh!! What the Hell, Bat Girl?!!!! Is this "Make Knuckles Flustered Day" or something?!

Rouge: Sorry, Knuckie!~ But as much as I would love to tease you some more, I've got plans for the rest of the night. That is....unless you wanna join me-

Knuckles: No!

Rouge: (Shrugged) Suit yourself. (Blows a Kiss into Knuckles' Direction before flying off) Ciao~

Knuckles: (Sigh Heavily while Pinching his noses) I'll never understand that woman....... (Shrugged) But I guess that what happens when you....fall for someone like her and stuff....(Shakes his head vigorously while Groaning once more) What am I even saying right? There is no way in hell I could ever be interested in some pity Treasure Thief!...................... Could I?.....

Bonus

The Next Day at the Dry Cleaners......

Amy: (Holding onto Rouge's Spy Suit) Can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually gonna miss this spy suit....('Sigh') Oh well. Fun while it-

Rouge: (Walking Towards Amy) Been a while, Amy.

Amy: Oh hey, Rouge. (Noticed Rouge holding on to her dress) I see you already got my dress too, huh? Don't worry, I'm actually here to bring this back to you.

Rouge: What a coincidence? I was planning on doing the same.

Amy: Really now?

Rouge: Yep..........

Amy: Oh. Cool.

Rouge: .......Soooooo..... I heard you tried out my suit for the day. (Smirks Playfully towards Amy) Is that true?

Amy: (Starts Blushing) I-I-I-I can explain-

Rouge: (Giggles Softly) Relax, Rose. I'm not upset or anything. Just curious is all. But If it makes you feel any better, I tried out your dress as well.

Amy: (Very Surprised) Oh my gosh! Really?!

Rouge: Yep. And I must say, it was pretty nice to wear something like this every once and a while, you know?

Amy: ('Sigh in a bit of Relief') I could say the same about your suit.

Rouge: (A bit Surprised) Wait. You.... actually like wearing my suit?

Amy: Yeah. I mean...... It was pretty weird to wear it at first, but i eventually started to enjoy wearing it moments later. (Smiles Dreamingly) Plus, My Darling Sonic even told me it looks good on meeeeeeee~

Rouge: (Smirks Playfully) Interesting. And now that you mentioned it, I was at Angel Island the other day, showing this to Knuckie. And he liked it too.

Amy: (Eyes Widened) A-Are you serious? You're not making this up right? Knuckles actually like my dress you were wearing?

Rouge: Yep. I guess the charm of your dress and my beauty finally rubbed off on him that day~

Amy: (Rolled her Eyes) (That sounds too good to be true honestly.....)

Rouge: Hey, Amy?

Amy: Hm?

Rouge: This might be the boldest thing I ever say, but how would you like to keep the spy suit as your own?

Amy: (Eyes Widened) H-Hold the Phone! You really want me to keep this? I-I mean, A-Are you even sure?

Rouge: (Simply Nodded) Yeah. Pretty sure that I am. You just told me that you like wearing it so....(Shrugged) why not?

Amy: Aww~ Rouge, Thank you! And hey, you're more than welcome to keep the dress too.

Rouge: (A Bit Surprised) You really mean that?

Amy: (Happily Nodded) Yep! I can already tell it looks great on you anyways. So it's basically a win-win for the both of us, you know?

Rouge: (Smiles Softly) You know something? You're actually not half bad, Rose.

Amy: (Smiles Brightly) Likewise, Rouge the Bat. Likewise.

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#sonic (series)#super smash ultimate #rouge the bat #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #peach #amy rose #knuckles x rouge #humor #friendship #takes places on the same day amy tried on rouge's spy suit #shadow is a certified momma's boy #knuckles has a crush on rouge but clearly doesn't want to admit to anybody especially to her #have to edited it again to make it perfect. sorry about that #knuxouge

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war-sword · 6 years

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the ilvermorny exchange (5)

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summary: you’re an Ilvermorny student, and you’ve applied to the International Magic Student Exchange Program to attend your sixth year at Hogwarts instead. You and your friends are excited to go to school overseas, but a certain blonde prefect has decided to personally make your exchange year suck. You decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. (draco x reader, enemies to lovers, female reader) words: 7,096 A/N: hello! thank you to everyone on the taglist for reading and liking all the parts for this. i will have new stuff coming out soon, my break after finishing this won’t be very long. please message me if you want to me added to the taglist for all my future posts or have a request! ONTO THE STORY. taglist: @tragically-cordelia @mhftrs @2pumpkin-pasty @gingerlouisgirl @seriouslynotfunny @clockworkherondale @cherrie511 @songforhema @marvelrose

Late March finally ended the constant snow outside, but it was still cold. Green plants that were beginning to emerge all across the grounds. You admired them through the windows on your way back to the Ilvermorny common room, from seeing Draco.

To your surprise, everyone was stuffed into the common room. Your entrance makes everyone cheer.

“Finally! I we’ve been waiting on you,” Alex said.

All the available space in the room was taken up, so you planted yourself on Chris’s lap. “Sorry, the moving staircases were slow going.”

Jason sat on the middle of the couch, leaning over the table in the center of the room. “Who here wants to be sorted into a Hogwarts house?”

Everyone in the room raised their hands. Jason rubbed his together eagerly. “That’s what I thought. I’ve come up with another, personally, genius prank. One that would get us all sorted.”

All your friends ooh’ed with excitement. Jason explained the plan to everyone in detail, the idea of it had you all laughing and yelling. Jason put up his hands to get everyone to settle down.

“Now, I’m putting myself in charge of phase two. Which means one or two of us and a trusted Hogwarts student to take over phase one.” Jason said.

“Have we tried asking?” Alice interjected. “It’s halfway through the second term. Don’t you think one of the nicer professors would be willing to let us be Sorted? If we say it’s just for fun?”

“I asked McGonagall today,” Sarah sighed, looking defeated. “She was our best bet, and she said no.”

“So, we need to A: locate the hat, and B: steal it and return it. All before the day after tomorrow. Any takers?” Jason asked.

Alex’s hand shot up. “I’ll go.”

“I will, too,” You added. “You can’t go alone.” Alex ginned, and you high-fived.

“Perfect,” Jason said. “See if you can get one of your friends to tell you where the hat is. And remember, unless they’re in this room or we’ve entrusted them with this plan, they’re not to know any details of this operation. Is everyone in?”

Everyone agreed. While most everyone dispersed, You, Alex, Chris, Jason, Kenny and Sarah hung back. “So Alex and Y/N are on Sorting Hat Securing duty. You guys have anyone in mind to help?”

You thought for a moment, and you and Alex exchanged a glance. “Harry,” you said in unison.

Jason nodded. “The rest of us will work on securing the clothes. We need to sort as soon as possible so we can get the rest together. This one is going to be great, I can feel it.”

The next day, you and Alex cornered Harry in a quiet corner of the library. “You want to steal the sorting hat?”

“Yes,” Alex said. “Ron is always talking about how you and Dumbledore are all buddy-buddy, and how you’re always in his office. You’re our best shot at getting in.”

“Fine, I’m always up for some breaking and entering. But why do you need the hat so bad?”

“We all just want to be sorted really badly,” you put on your best pout. “And McGonagall already said no.”

“Alright,” Harry rested his chin in his hand. “I honestly have no idea when he goes to sleep, so we’d better stakeout outside the office to make sure the coast is clear. I’ve got just the thing to help us.” His green eyes glinted in the darkness of the library, a smile spreading across his face.

“So, tonight?” Alex said with excitement.

“Brilliant. Meet me on the third floor at the end of the main corridor after we leave dinner. We’ll go up together.”

You were buzzing with anticipation all afternoon. In Potions class that afternoon, Draco passed you a note while you practiced brewing Wideye potion. ‘Can we meet tonight?’ it read.

You tapped the square of parchment, considering. You trusted Draco plenty, but the prank would be even more funny if he didn’t know. ‘Sorry. I’m hanging out with Alex and Harry :(‘

‘Later?’ he scrawled.

‘Kind of an all night deal.’

‘You’re terrible >:( what are you doing?’

You smiled a little. Snape was still at the front of the room, but you didn’t want your note confiscated and your plan ruined.‘Secret mission’.

Draco glanced at the paper and raised an eyebrow at you. You just shrugged. After class he walked with you down the hall, begging you to tell him. “I want to know!”

“No! This is top secret. If you knew, I’d have to kill you.”

“Come on, pleaseeee,” his arms reached for your sides, where he knew you were ticklish. You gasped, pushing his arms away.

“I really will kill you if you do that right here in the hall.”

“It’s called a corridor, you American,” he leaned down in your face. “Just tell meeeeeeee.”

“Why, do you want to come?”

“Maybe if I knew what it was, I could tell you.”

Gears in your mind started turning. You pulled Draco to the wall, and tugged his head down to whisper in his ear. “We’re going to steal the sorting hat from the Headmaster’s office.”

Draco pulled back in surprise. “You’re serious?”

“No one can know,” you said seriously. “Would you help us? You’re a Prefect, if we get caught you can help us.” Draco’s grey eyes were wide and unfocused as he considered your offer. “You’ve never broken the rules before, have you?” You smirked.

Draco’s brow furrowed. “Yes I have.” He pouted. “Just... breaking into the Dumbledore’s office as a Prefect is generally frowned upon.”

You started off down the hall again. “We’re meeting at the third floor at the main of the end hall after dinner. Are you seriously down to help?”

“Sure,” Draco said finally. “I’ll come.”

“Harry will be there, you know.”

“Just kick him out.” Draco stated. “Bring me instead.”

“No can do. He’s our in; he knows the password and everything.”

“Okay well, if you think I would be helpful, I’ll come. Can’t promise we’ll get along, though.”

“What’s your beef with him anyway? And Ron and Hermione?” You asked.

“We just don’t get along.” Draco shrugged. “Never have.”

You nodded. “Okay. See you later.”

“Bye.” He shot you a wink before you went down separate halls to your next classes.

Later, Harry left dinner early claiming he had detention to serve, while you and Alex both knew he was off to his room to get the supplies he’d claimed would help you on your mission. When everyone was dismissed from the Great Hall, you and Alex made your way up to the third floor. Draco was already there, waiting. Alex pulled you behind a pillar as soon as she spotted him.

“We can’t let him see us meeting Harry,” Alex whispered. “Can you get him to leave?”

“Uh, I sort of invited him.”

“You WHAT!” Alex cried, dropping her whisper. She grabbed your arm and pulled you back into the hall. Draco looked at you both curiously as you approached. “You better have a good explanation for this,” Alex groaned.

“I do! He’s a Prefect! If we get caught, he can just say he found us and we can keep going.” You hissed.

When you finally got to the end of the hall, Alex just crossed her arms in annoyance. Draco turned to you. “You didn’t ask her, did you.”

“If I did she would’ve said no,” you sighed.

“Damn right I would’ve.”

At the far end of the hall, Harry appeared. In one hand he had a thick stack of parchment, and in the other was a bundle of silvery cloth. He caught sight of you both standing with Draco, and silently raised his arms to ask ‘what the fuck is he doing here?’. Alex just pointed at you.

Harry walked to the end of the corridor and crossed his arms. “He’s not coming.” Harry said plainly.

“Guys,” you pleaded. “C’mon. He can be useful. If we get caught-”

“We won’t,” said Harry.

“How are we supposed to sit outside Dumbledore’s office without being noticed?” You asked.

In response, Harry held up the silvery cloth. “And, we’ll be able to see if anyone’s coming with this,” he held up the stack of blank parchment. “He’s not coming.”

“Can we just go,” you groaned, stomping your foot.

“Fine,” Alex said. “But you can’t just go around inviting your boyfriend to extremely-secret prank missions just because he’s lonely.”

At Alex’s words, both you and Draco stiffened. You felt your face get hot. Alex smirked. “That’s what I thought. Now let’s go before someone decides to come this way.”

Harry looked slightly shocked by Alex’s revelation, glancing between you and Draco. You rubbed a hand across you face. Harry shook out the silvery cloth. “Only three of us can fit under here,” he said. “Since you’re apparently immune to prosecution, you stay outside.” Harry glared at Draco.

“Fine,” Draco ground out.

Harry threw the cloak over his shoulders, and almost immediately parts of him turned invisible. He opened each side for you and Alex to join him underneath. “Holy shit,” Alex breathed. Harry pulled the hood up and over, and you held the front of the cloak together. Draco’s eyes widened as the three of you vanished.

Harry pulled out the map, and touched his wand to the surface. “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good,” he whispered. Red ink appeared all over the pages, creating a moving map of the castle right before your eyes.

“That’s so dope,” you breathed in amazement. Harry opened the map up and refolded it to show where you were. All four of your names were clustered together.

“It would be nice if I knew what was going on,” Draco drawled. His eyes were focused vaguely in the area that you were all standing, but since you were invisible he could only guess as to where you were.

“None of your business,” Harry snapped. “Let’s get going. Looks like the only people in the towers now are some couple snogging.” It occurred to you that if Harry had so desired, he could’ve opened this map at any time and seen you and Draco’s footprints in the same place late at night.

Draco walked in front with the three of you shuffling behind under the cloak. Harry had been right- if one more person had tried to fit underneath, surely all your ankles would’ve been exposed. “Does this map show Dumbledore?” You whispered.

“Yes,” Harry said, “But not if he’s in his office or not. His footprints disappear as soon as he enters.”

Draco led the way to a part of the castle you’d never seen before. At the end of the corridor was a enclave in the wall, occupied by a large sculpture of a gargoyle with raised wings.

When you reached the end of the hall, Draco turned back. “What no?”

Alex poked her head out from the cloak. “We wait. Hopefully Dumbledore will leave soon, and when he does we can slip in and grab the hat.”

You, Alex and Harry all sat against one wall of the corridor with the cloak still draped around your shoulders, ready to be pulled up if someone came your way. Draco sat against the opposite wall. Harry kept the map tucked behind his legs.

After a couple minutes of sitting in silence, Harry cleared his throat. “So, uh… how long?”

You looked across the hall at Draco. He had the same questioning look on his face, letting you decide what to tell them. “Like three months.”

“That’s since…” Harry started.

“Before Christmas!” Alex finished. She reached her leg across Harry to kick you at you. “You fucking suck.”

“How could you tell?” Draco asked Alex.

“She’s my best friend. Who’s also leaving for random reasons three nights a week.” Alex said.

“We were going to tell you eventually,” you said, defensive. “We just knew you guys would get all pissy.” You huffed.

“I’m not pissed,” Alex countered. “Okay maybe a little. But you know I never stay mad.”

“Aw.” You reached your arm across Harry and clasped Alex’s hand. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“OKAY, well what about me. Can I be mad?” Harry asked.

“No,” you and Alex said together.

“You guys do that a lot and kind of freaks me out,” Harry said.

“Okay, I wanna share a secret, too.” Alex says. “Ginny and I are dating.”

“WHAT?” Draco and Harry cry.

“Oh, I thought everyone already knew that.” you say, looking between Draco and Harry.

“No!” Harry practically yells. “Ron’s going to kill you!”

“He won’t ever get the chance.” Alex says.

Draco rolls his eyes in disgust. “Please, for the love of Merlin, let’s not turn this into a second year’s sleepover party.”

“God, you never shut up do you, Malfoy?” Harry grinds out.

“What’s you guy’s problem?” Alex asked. “I mean I know Malfoy is an annoying shithead but y’all have MAJOR beef.”

“Hey!” Draco interjected.

“That’s what I asked him earlier!” You cried.

Harry scowled. “We just don’t get along, alright?”

“For once, I must agree.” Draco added. “The day we get along is the day we shag, which is not bloody likely.”

“That’s homophobic.” Alex joked.

“Who said I didn’t like boys?” Draco countered. “I’m talking about Potter, here.”

“Ohh, I see,” Alex smirked. “I’m beginning to think all of your anger towards people is just pent up, raw bisexual energy, Malfoy.”

“Mmm, but as you so helpfully pointed out, I have a girlfriend now for me to let it out on.”

You buried your face in your knees. Harry made a fake gagging noise. You pulled your face up and glanced over at the map in Harry’s lap, and your heart nearly skipped out of your chest.

“Fuck, guys, the cloak.” You pointed to the map, trying to pull the cloak over you as quickly as you could. Dumbledore’s footprints were right around the corner.

“Shit,” Alex hissed. “He’s coming.”

The three of you stood, you and Alex pulling the cloak closed. Draco stayed sitting, conjuring glowing white butterflies with his wand, looking nonchalant.

Dumbledore rounded the corner, and you held your breath as he drew closer.

“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. May I help you?” The Headmaster asked.

“No, sir,” Draco said, guiding the butterflies around with his wand. “Just looking for a quiet place to sit for a moment.”

Dumbledore let out a thoughtful hum. “Well, I shall leave you to your thoughts, then. Please make sure your back in your dorm before curfew, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Of course, sir.”

Dumbledore walked up to the gargoyle statue, and sensing his presence, it turned with a stony grinding sound. You all remained silent until the Headmaster’s footsteps receded, and the gargoyle had rotated back into place.

“Well, shit.” Alex said, poking her head out of the cloak.

“We’re so fucking dumb.” You groaned, sticking your head out, too. “Why didn’t we check the map to make sure he wasn’t somewhere else before we sat around and wasted our time? He was at dinner just like the rest of us- of course he wouldn’t come straight here. We could’ve gone in and out of there in the time we were waiting.”

Draco joined you all in standing. “Well, looks like you’re up, Potter.”

“Me?” Harry questioned, tucking the map back into the pocket of his hoodie with his wand.

“Someone’s got to go in there and distract him while the rest of us get the hat. And it’s bloody well not going to be me, and neither of them have any reason to go up there.” Draco said.

He was right, and Harry didn’t look like he liked that fact. He stepped out from under the cloak with a sigh. “Alright, let’s go.”

You scooted into the center spot, and Draco tucked under the cloak in your previous spot. Harry approached the bird statue. “Ginger Newt,” he says, and the gargoyle begins to move.

The stairs are small, and the three of you under the cloak manage to make it up without falling. There’s another, wooden door at the top of the stairs, which swings open as it senses you all coming. Harry steps in first.

For a moment, you’re overcome with wonder at the interior of the headmaster’s office. Charmed paintings like the ones in the moving stairwell cover the walls up to the top. Most of the figures are sleeping. Various objects around the room are spinning or making quiet noise. There’s a large glass case filled with hundreds of tiny vials with yellowed labels, and beyond Dumbledore’s desk is a small staircase up to a miniature observation deck. Next to the desk, and gigantic red bird is perched on a stick. Dumbledore is standing next to it, offering it food from his hand. He doesn’t turn as Harry enters the room, but simply greets Harry without even looking to know who it is.

“Good evening, Harry. As much as I enjoy your impromptu visits, I do think I am going to have to change the password to my office.”

The three of you under the cloak move as quietly as you can. The whizzing objects around the room make just enough noise to cover the sounds of your steps. You glance around the room a few times, looking for the hat. One of Draco’s pale fingers reaches over your shoulder, pointing just to your right. High up on a shelf is the ratty sorting hat.

“Sorry to intrude, Professor.” Harry apologizes.

“It’s quite fine. I just know your classmate Draco Malfoy was just downstairs when I arrived, and he looked very settled, and I don’t see you sharing the password with him anytime soon.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. You know Draco is probably rolling his eyes.

Harry walks over to where the Headmaster is standing, and asks him something about the bird. Dumbledore launches into a long story, and with his back to the three of you and his attention on Harry, you’re free to get at the sorting hat.

Alex pulls her wand from inside her jacket and waves it at the hat. It gently but quickly floats off the shelf. You part the front of the cloak as much as you dare to catch the hat, and it lands softy in your arms. It’s bigger than you expected up close, and there’s limited space under the cloak, so you squish the pointed top flat so you can pull the edges of the cloak together again.

“Oi, what in the devil do you think you’re doin’?” The hat yells.

It writhes in your hands, trying to straighten itself. Instinctively, you drop it and jump back. However, back is into Draco, and the two of you fall, taking Alex with you. The cloak falls away from and you all lie in a heap on the floor.

Harry looks stressed. Dumbledore looks amused at the pile of students who’ve just appeared on his office floor. “Ah, Ms. Huckabee, Ms. Y/L/N. Lovely to see you again, too Mr. Malfoy,” Dumbledore says. “Would you three care to tell me why you’ve snuck into my office?”

Alex looks stricken. You feel yourself start to go hot with embarrassment. “We’re so sorry, Professor,” Alex starts, sitting up. “It was wrong of us to come in her without your permission. We feel terrible.”

“Speak for yourself,” Draco mutters.

Dumbledore leaves the bird and walks down the few steps to pick the sorting hat off the ground. The three of you stand, and Alex balls up the invisibility cloak behind her. “May I ask where you came across that, Ms. Huckabee?” Dumbledore asks.

“Um.” Alex bites her lip. “It’s Harry’s.”

Dumbledore turns back to Harry. “Ah, I am beginning to understand. However, I am still curious as to why you felt the need to break into my office and steal a Hogwarts artifact that is nearly a thousand years old.”

“A thousand?” you squeak.

“Yes, the sorting hat was created by the great founding members of Hogwarts, just for sorting purposes. I can assure you it does nothing else, except, perhaps, chastise others for improperly handling it.” Dumbledore sets the hat on his desk.

“That’s all we wanted it for, Sir,” you say shyly. “We- I mean, the Ilvermorny students, all want to be sorted.”

“You had your friend Harry here right where he could’ve asked me,” Dumbledore gestured to Harry. “Did you not think to do that?”

“No, but we asked Professor McGonagall what she thought,” you started. “But she already said no,” you and Alex finished together.

Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Well, Professor McGonagall is not me, and I am the Headmaster. I shall let you Ilvermorny students borrow the hat for sorting purposes. I trust that Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy will ensure it’s safe return.”

You and Alex exchanged a shocked glance.

“However,” Dumbledore continued, “I feel as if there is… something else you’re not telling me. I would like to know before I turn the hat over to you.”

Alex laced her fingers together nervously. Then she proceeded to explain the rest of the prank to Dumbledore. He listened very attentively, and smiled when she was finished. “But we won’t do that anymore, Sir.” Alex assured. “We do really, genuinely want to know our Hogwarts house.”

“Oh, on the contrary my dear, I would encourage you all to go through with your plan.” Dumbledore says. Your jaw nearly drops. “It sounds very humorous. As long as I am left out of it, so that I may remember it all, I will let you continue with your plan. Ever since the Weasley twins graduated last year, there has not been enough excitement around the castle.”

Dumbledore offers the hat to Harry. “Please see that it is returned before midnight tonight.”

Harry takes the hat gently, careful not to squish it again. “Thank you so much, Professor. We’ll be very careful with it.”

Dumbledore nods, dismissing you all. You scuttle towards the door and down the tiny staircase. You and Alex collapse into a bout of hysterical laughter from relief.

“Oh. My. God.” You gasped in between breaths. “I thought we were dead. That we were headed back to Ilvermorny for sure.”

“A THOUSAND YEARS OLD!” Alex cried. “Dude, we were man-handling an ancient British wizarding artifact.”

“Holy shit.”

“Personally, I’d call that a success.” Harry smiled. “But let’s please get this over with quickly.”

The four of you made your way to the West towers, and when you entered the Ilvermorny common room all the exchange students were assembled on the couches. Everyone looked to the doorway with anticipation.

“We’ve got the hat, bitchessss!” Alex yelled. Harry held it up behind her, and everyone cheered.

“Why are they here?” Jason asked, looking at Draco and Harry.

“They came with us. But to make a long story short, we got caught,” you said. Everyone did a collective gasp. “BUT, we got away with it, and Dumbledore even said he wants to be in on it, so…” Everyone laughed.

Harry placed the hat on the table in the middle of the room. “I think you guys should do it in alphabetical order, like the first years do.” Harry suggested.

“Hey, alphabetical order is unfair. Some of us can’t help our last names start with a ‘Z’” Kenny complained.

“Also, me and Y/N got the hat,” Alex interjected. “Can’t we go first?”

“Okay, okay,” Sarah put her hands up to get everyone’s attention. “Alex and Y/N first, reverse alphabetical order.” Sarah grabbed a spare piece of parchment from one of the tables in the room and began to order the other thirteen exchange students. “Is it going to sing like it did at the beginning of the year?” She asked.

“No, I will not sing,” the hat declared loudly, making everyone jump. “Once a year is far too often to bear the burden of sorting students, you should be grateful I’m not refusing after being squashed so violently!”

“Sorry,” You said to the hat, cringing.

Harry grabbed the hat by the point of the top, and took the list from Sarah. “I’ll be McGonagall. Which one of you wants to go first?” Harry asked.

“Alex, you go.” You gestured towards the hearth for her to sit.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

You nodded. Alex bounced over to Harry and sat on the hearth, and Harry placed the hat on her head. It wiggled a little to settle onto her head, humming. The hat only sat on her for a moment before yelling across the room “GRYFFINDOR!”

Everyone cheered, and Harry especially looked excited. He pulled the hat off her head and she jumped up to give him a hug. “You’re next, Y/N.”

You took Alex’s place on the hearth and rubbed your sweaty hands on your pants. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous- this was sixteen of your closest friends in one room, not the whole school. Harry put the hat on you, and you felt it move around on your head.

‘Hmm, interesting one here.’ the hat said into your mind. ‘I see some bravery here, lots of loyalty, too. Plenty of ambition as well. You have many qualities of all the houses, very interesting.’

You squirmed uncomfortably on the stone as everyone, especially Alex and Draco, looked at you expectantly.

‘I sense a lot of strength in your mind… but no, Ravenclaw would not be the fit for you. Lots of ambition and cunning of a Slytherin. Your bravery and loyalty would make you a good Gryffindor, but I think your loyalty pushes you more towards Hufflepuff.’

You frowned. ‘Hufflepuff? How can I be a Slytherin and a Hufflepuff? Aren’t they opposites?’ You thought.

The hat grumbled into your ear, ‘No so much opposites, but different parts of the same whole.’

You huffed. ‘Can’t you just pick one already?’

‘Now, only a Slytherin would say that.’ The hat said.

‘Huh? Wait, I didn’t mean-’

“You all are too old for sorting!” The hat yelled allowed. “You think too much with your mind and not enough with your heart. SLYTHERIN!”

While everyone else cheered, Alex clapped and looked surprised. Draco started laughing. You sat down next to him on the couch with a huff. “Are you angry?” He asked, incredulous. Harry called Kenny up to go next.

“I think it’s wrong.” You said, crossing your arms. “It nearly put me in Hufflepuff, then I was mean to it so it made me a Slytherin.”

This only made Draco laugh harder. Alex placed a comforting hand on your knee. “It’s alright, Y/N. It’s only for one day,” she said sympathetically. She knew the angst you had about your Ilvermorny house at home.

You sighed. “Yeah. I just wish these stupid magical objects would get it right for once.”

Kenny was made a Gryffindor. Sarah and Alice were made Ravenclaws. When Chris was announced as a Hufflepuff, you wished you were with him. Not that you really minded being sorted as a Slytherin (you were with your boyfriend, after all), you just felt as if you’d altered the decision as you had at home when you willingly picked Horned Serpent. You’d hoped the sorting hat would put you in a house that was about who you were in your heart, not your mind.

While everyone was focused on the sorting, Draco brushed the back of his hand across yours. You intertwined your fingers where no one could see, and that made you feel a little better.

Jason was the last to go, and he was sorted into Gryffindor. “Are you kidding me! Out of all of us here, I’m the only one in Slytherin?!” You groaned, flopping over on the couch into Alex’s lap.

“Don’t be so down,” Draco said, turning towards you. “You can be with me and Emi tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. You’d almost forgotten Emi. “She’s a nice Slytherin. I can be a nice Slytherin.”

“What, and I’m not?” Draco mock-pouted.

“Oh, definitely not.” You said.

The whole common room was abuzz with everyone talking about the sorting. Harry tossed the list on the table and walked over to your couch. “Alright, I’m gonna take this back. Can I have my cloak, Alex?”

Alex pulled the silvery bundle from under her leg, and handed it to Harry.

“I’ll go, too. I hate when Snape asks questions,” Draco sighed standing.

“Thanks for helping boys,” you called as they walked out.

“See you tomorrow!” Alex added.

“Hey,” Jason called just before they left. “Don’t tell anyone, ya heard?”

Harry motioned locking his lips and throwing away the keys, then disappeared with Malfoy behind the tapestry.

The next day, you woke up and fixed your hair and did your makeup before putting on the green tie Sarah handed you, and the socks with the green stripes. Her, Chris, Kenny and Jason had all snuck down to the laundry room last night and secured new uniforms for everyone after the sorting. Today, you would all enter the Great Hall with your new houses, as if the Ilvermorny exchange students didn’t even exist.

You turned in front of the mirror, admiring your new green-trimmed cloak. “Hey, you look hot,” Alex says, coming out of the bathroom. The red on her tie makes her hair stand out, and you tell her so.

“You’re right though, these robes make my eyes really green. Do I look Slytherin-y enough?”

“I dunno what that means, but I’m gonna say yes anyway.”

You step away from the mirror and sit back on your bed, rummaging through your makeup bag. You pull out your liquid eyeliner and open the bottle. The tiny brush flies from your hands, and you close your eyes, letting the charmed brush do all the work for you. When you feel the brush fly back into the bottle in your hand, you open your eyes again. “How about now?” You ask Alex.

“Oh, definitely Slytherin-y.”

Alice and Sarah are dressed in their blue robes, and you all make your way down to the Great Hall. To your immense relief, you see Emi just about to go into the Hall with her dorm mates. “Emi!”

She turns at the sound of your voice and takes in your appearance with some surprise. “Y/N! Nice outfit. What are you guys up to?” She asks, looking at the rest of the Ilvermorny kids coming down behind you.

“I’ll tell you in a minute, but could I sit with you at breakfast this morning?” You plead. “I haven’t got anyone else to eat with.”

“What about Draco?” Emi asks, pushing her glasses back with a finger.

“His friends are hella annoying.”

“Fair enough.” Emi shrugs. “My dorm mates aren’t so hot either, but Pansy usually sits near him anyway. We’ll be close by.”

“Thanks Emi!” You turn to go.

“Wait! What’s going on?”

“I told you, I’ll tell you in a minute!” You call as you skip away. “One second, I promise!”

Emi groans dramatically, and then goes to join her friends in entering the hall.

“Okay, everyone remember their positions?” Jason asks one last time. Everyone nods. “Please don’t mess this up. Then we might get into some real trouble. Game time baby!” He claps his hands together.

You all cluster in a group, whispering nervously. As you enter the Hall you all take out your wands as subtly as possible while making your way to your tables. Each of you points you wand at a different teacher, and focuses on all their memories of the Ilvermorny students.

Obliviate, you think, focusing on Professor Flitwick. You feel his memories slip from his mind, and tuck you wand, away satisfied. You’re so focused on making your way to Emi and the success of your spell, you miss Draco openly staring at you as you pass by.

You sit down next to Emi, tucking your skirt in. You steal another glance over at the teachers table to see the aftermath. Most have stopped eating, looking off to the distance as if slightly confused. Professor Trelawney looks to have taken it the hardest, and is patting the many pockets all over her dress frantically, like she’d forgotten something. You bite back a laugh and turn to your empty plate.

“Why are you here?”

You look across from you to see Pansy Parkinson staring at you, not even trying to hide her disdain.

“We’re playing a prank on all the staff,” You say, spreading jam on a slice of toast. “Last night, we got sorted, and we all just oblivated the staff so they think we’ve been Hogwarts students for years.”

“OhmyGOD that’s the FUNNIEST IDEA EVER!” Emi bursts into laughter, almost spitting out her eggs. “What about us? We all will know!”

“That’s the point!” You say. “Everyone gets a good laugh. It’s just to make fun of the teachers.”

“Even Dumbledore?” The girl next to Pansy asks, breathless. You think her name is Daphne.

“No, he knows.”

“He knows?” Emi gasps.

“Yeah, he actually found out, but he thought it would be funny if he let us do it. So none of you go around sabotaging our prank!” You say, pointing your finger around the table.

“Wait, go back.” Pansy says. “You got sorted? How? There’s no way you’re a Slytherin.” Pansy says, crossing her arms.

“I am a Slytherin. Says the sorting hat.” You bite your toast. Pansy has an eyebrow raised. “Ask Draco if you don’t believe me. He was there.”

Pansy’s jaw drops, and she whips her head around to look three seats down at Draco. “Dray! Is it true?”

You finally look over and catch Draco still staring at you. His eyes refocus on Pansy’s face at her words. “Oh, yes. It’s quite true. The hat was very sure.” Pansy turns away, looking disgusted. Draco winks at you, and you sit a little taller.

After breakfast is over, you leave the hall with Emi to go to your first class. You feel someone throw an arm around your shoulder, and you turn your head to see Draco.

“Hey,” you smile.

“You look beautiful in green,” Draco whispers in your ear. You shiver.

“Thanks,” you say, leaning into him a little.

“Draco Malfoy, you are the biggest liar I know,” Emi says accusingly, pointing a finger back and forth between you and Draco. “I see this.”

“What are you talking about Emi?” Draco says with mock confusion, moving to wrap both his arms around your waist. “I can’t tell my girlfriend since the beginning of the school year she looks pretty?” You roll your eyes at his tone, but you still blush.

Emi grins. “AHHHHH, I knew it! Knew it knew it knew ittttt,” she sings, skipping off down the hall to Herbology.

You giggle as she disappears around the corner. You turn around in Draco’s arms. “Let’s do this all day.”

“Act like a couple?”

“ Be a couple.” You say, poking his chest. “It can be part of the prank today, but then we’ll just keep doing it. That way we don’t have to dramatically tell everyone.”

“I love it,” Draco said, his eyes glinting. He leans down and gives you a quick kiss on the lips before slipping away to his class. “See you later, darling.”

You head to transfiguration with a smile on your face.

Classes are definitely more interesting. Kenny, who had been in charge of obliviating McGonagall, accidentally made her forget everyone’s names. Transfiguration was a constant stream of her teaching, interspersed with “I’m terribly sorry, but I and just having a bad day today with names,” followed by a shake of her head. Professor Flitwick was very certain that Sarah was a Prefect, and why wasn’t she wearing her pin? When Sarah tried to explain with a straight face that she had never been made a Prefect at all, Professor Flitwick just responded by giving her a badge right then and there.

By lunch, all the students had figured it out. The halls were filled with giggles, sharing various stories of confused teachers. You shared a lunch block with Draco, and you sat next to him at the mostly empty Slytherin table. “This is the best idea we’ve ever had,” you say, taking a sandwich off the floating tray.

“I must say, it is quite funny.” Draco agreed.

Across the hall, you saw Alex sitting with HHR. You gave them a wave, and Alex waved back. Hermione and Ron were staring at the two of you. Harry watched them with an amused expression.

You put a hand on Draco’s knee. “Kiss me. Quick, while they’re staring.” You leaned over and you and Draco’s lips connected for a moment. The idea that you were kissing in public was exhilarating. Your faces stayed close together after the fact, and Draco brushed your noses together. “One more time, for good measure,” he whispered. He kissed you again, longer this time, his fingertips resting gently on your jaw.

When he pulled away, you glanced over at the Gryffindor table. “Holy shit, Draco, look at their faces.” Both Ron and Hermione were slack jawed, while Alex and Harry tried to contain their laughter.

Draco turned to look at them. You both collapsed into laughter, you leaning your head on his shoulder. “Merlin, she’s coming over here. Oh, she’s proper pissed off,” Draco laughed as Hermione got up abruptly from the bench and stalked around the perimeter of the tables. You tried to eat your sandwich as normally as possible, while Draco just put an arm around you.

“Hey Hermione, what’s up?” You said as she approached.

Hermione slammed her hands on the table in front of you. “How long has this been going on? How could you not tell us?!” She cried.

“I dunno what you’re talking about Granger,” Draco said. “Y/n’s been my girlfriend since October. Don’t you remember?”

“Oh, and you honestly expect me to believe this is part of the prank?” Hermione crosses her arms. “We’re talking about this later.” She points at you.

You hold your arms up in mock surrender as Hermione walks off. “Fuck, maybe we shouldn't have waited so long.”

“Probably would’ve been a similar reaction no matter what,” Draco points out. He grabs a stray piece of lettuce off your plate. “Come on, we’ve got twenty minutes before potions.”

In potions lecture, Snape caught you doodling on your parchment. “Ms. Y/L/N, could you please enlighten me to the purpose of Bundimun acid in Doxycide?” He drawled, stopping next to your desk. You covered the unicorn head you were drawing with your hand self-consciously.

“The Bundimun acid is the first paralyzer of the Doxies when they are exposed to the potion, and eventually the hemlock is what actually kills them. You have to add the Bundimun acid to the cauldron first so it can be heated alone to the proper temperature to ensure maximum reactivity.” You rattled off, remembering what your mom had told you a long time ago.

You looked up at Snape from the corner of your eye. He waited a moment, then continued walking. “Very good. Ten points to Slytherin.”

You barely contained your laugh, which came out as a loud snort, which you in turn had to cover with a cough. Next to you, Draco was biting his lip hard to keep from laughing.

After potions in the late afternoon, most of the upper year students had a free period, and since the weather was nice you were all in the courtyard. Sarah gathered all the Ilvermorny students together, and handed Emi her camera to take a photo.

“The settings should all be good,” Sarah said as Emi examined the camera. Draco stood to the side of Emi, holding your knapsack and cloak. HHR and Ginny were all sitting on a nearby bench to watch.

Emi looked at the group of you and took on a thoughtful expression. “Chris, you’re too tall, go stand in the back… yes, good. Jason, you too, in between Sarah and- yeah there you go. And take off your cloak, you’re the only one. Y/N, get down on the bottom since you’re the only Slytherin.”

You moved from your spot next to Alex and squatted on the ground, holding your arms out to the side and grinning. Emi snapped the picture. “Nobody move!” She let Sarah’s camera dangle around her neck and picked up Alex’s polaroid to take another.

“Take like three, Emi!” She called through her smile.

Emi took the pictures, handing them off to Draco as she took each one. He put your bag down so he could shake them. You all got out of your pose and gathered around to look at the pictures as they came up.

“Aw, you all look so cute!” Emi said, snatching one of the photos from Draco’s hand. “Chris, why are you making that face?”

“That’s my smile, Emi,” Chris said patiently.

“Ah, I’m just teasing,” She said, patting his arm. “Such a Hufflepuff response, though.”

“Throwback to last night when I was almost a Hufflepuff,” you said, gazing at the other pictures in Draco’s hands.

“See, now there’s a sorting that would’ve made some sense.” Ron says from over your shoulder. “Can’t believe we weren’t invited.”

“Jason did say it was top secret,” Alex said.

“I was only there because I helped with the hat and they had to tell Dumbledore. Even I wasn’t supposed to know.” Harry added.

“Yeah, whatever. You’re all a bunch of tossers,” Ron complained. “Y/N, I can’t believe Snape gave you house points. That’s not fair! You have to make sure everything is back the way it was tomorrow- 10 points can be a big difference when it comes to the house cup!”

“No!” Emi and Draco cried.

“Wait, you got house points for Slytherin?” Alex gasped, “Holy shit, that’s funny.”

“It was hilarious. I almost lost it.” You said, laughing again as you remembered it.

Draco handed the other two photos to Alex. “Emi, will you take one of us?” Draco asked.

“Sure. Alex, can I use your camera?”

“Go ahead.”

You and Draco moved out of the circle and stood where Emi told you to. Draco stood behind you and rested his chin on the top of your head. You held his hands in front and smiled. All the Ilvermorny girls aw’d.

Emi pulled the photo out of the top and shook it. You walked over to take a look at it. “Ooh! That’s cuteeee.” Emi said. As the photo developed, you could see more clearly that Draco had closed his eyes on purpose as Emi took the picture. He had only a slight smile, but with his eyes shut he looked very content. The soft breeze had strands of your hair moving in the wind. “It is cute,” you agreed.

“Are you guys doing this as part of the prank, or…” Sarah asked.

You and Draco looked at each other a moment. “Sure.”

“By the way, Ginny and I are also dating as part of the prank.” Alex interjected. All eyes turn to Ginny, who was clearly not expecting this.

“I’d bloody hope so!” Ron groans. “That would be too much for me in one day.”

In response, Ginny just whacks the back of her brother’s head as she passes, and plants a kiss on Alex’s cheek.

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flatstarcarcosa · 5 years

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10-20 for you and rust or negan please!!!

i’ll do half and half!! o/

also putting under a cut b/c its long uwu

Negan:

What’s something you and your f/o disagree on?

we argue a lot about allocation of resources and also his ego. really dwight and i are the ones that run things behind the scenes, negan’s just the one who gets to do all the yelling. when the saviors were first becoming A Thing so to speak he was definitely in control and had the right ideas, but everything went to his head with being The ManTM and sometimes I have to try to remind him we’re supposed to be helping people, not just playing dictator. also I vehemently dislike the points system because it’s just Capitalism 2~~! and i think it’s imbalanced but I’ve yet to win that argument.

Do either of you want matching tattoos? If so, what would you get?

negan thinks matching tats are cool, i think they’re really bad. im also not willing to risk getting sick and fucking dying off of dirty tattoo equipment no matter what everyone else is doing so that is an argument he never wins. (i personally also think he would be a big baby when it comes to getting a tattoo, since comic!negs doesn’t have any)

Do you and your f/o like to dance together?

naaaah. i’m sure negan would go all soft for that kind of thing but neither one of us have any rhythm and i’m just not into it regardless.

When (if) you and your f/o live together, what thing do you always have to have in the house?

toilet paper. a good portion of the odder things negan demands from people comes from him having seen me struggle (and in some cases get really sick) from not having it when it was just the two of us. he thought i was being whiny at first about the toilet paper until not always having it resulted in me getting laid out with a massive UTI once due to the slightest less-than-sanitary conditions setting my whole system off.

he’d rather other people think he’s a weirdo than watch me get that sick again. (he also doesn’t like me being that sick because it reminds him of lucille. he can’t do much when i’m already sick, but if he can prevent me from getting sick in the first place then he’s damn well gonna.)

Who gets scared and calls the other to kill a spider?

MEEEEEEEE. negan doesn’t understand how the damn zombies don’t bother me but if we end up in a house that has spiders or roaches i will quite literally scream my head off. on more than one occasion he thought i was getting attacked just to find me scrambling up the nearest high surface and pointing at the bug until he does something about it.

raid and ortho and other types of pesticides usually end up on the list of shit he expects his people to come home with.

Rust

What’s a movie you and your f/o like to watch together?

jurrasic park. rust isn’t big on movies in general but he does enjoy a good flick about man’s hubris fucking everything up, and i for one, like dinosaurs and am gay for jeff goldblum so it works out.

Which one of you spends the most money on the other?

rust probably by virtue of him having more money than i do. he has a steady job with CID, + lots of stashes of cash that he lifted here and there during his UC/Narco days. i on the otherhand am a “freelance” investigative journalist/photographer that likes fucking off and getting stoned. it’s a very fancy way of saying unemployed. he also doesn’t let me hustle people as much as i used to once i move in with him just because he doesn’t want to constantly be playing the “state police” card when i get into trouble because of it.

come 2012 the situation’s kinda reversed. he blew through a lot of his money between his 8 year breakdown and subsequent obsession with solving the yellow king murder(s), and i ended up getting a stable office job because i needed that sweet, sweet health insurance.

What animal can you and your f/o agree on being the cutest?

dogs. i also highly enjoy my pet frogs and think they’re adorable. rust insists he doesn’t like the way they look at him and that they’re clearly planning something, though he’s willing to admit the last part is probably just his paranoid tendencies.

Who’s the best at comforting the other when they’re afraid?

we’re both pretty shit at it due to the fact that we’re on the same level of emotional incompetence. rust doesn’t admit to being afraid of anything (until his big 2012 revelation anyway) and neither do i. we just dig deeper into our maladaptive coping mechanisms and it becomes more of a question of who can pull the other one out.

95 rust spends a lot of time pulling me out of mine, and then from 02 to 04 i spend a lot of time literally having to chase him out of his, and by 2012 im still cranky that i had to go all the way to fucking alaska to snap him out of it. we compromise for a bit and live off the grid in washington until he decides to head back to Louisiana in 2010. we both get a bit better after that, with him mentioning he’s terrified he wont be able to bring down the tuttles and their whole ass cult, and i have to make him realize that yeah, he probably wont. thats just how things are, but at the very least he can do something against them, which is better than ignoring the whole issue. he also has a lot of guilt after bringing down childress that he didn’t notice it sooner.

“i talked to him,” is all he says sometimes. “he was right there in front of me and i had all of the information about the man with the scars and i walked away.”

i have to remind him that at that point in 95 he didn’t have all the information and that as good of a detective as he is, he isn’t omnipotent and there’s no way he could have known the random dude on the lawn mower was the ‘green eared spaghetti monster’.

Do you and your f/o play video games together? If so, what games?

it’s less playing together and more of rust just halfway paying attention as he works on other things. he gets into casual mobile games once they start becoming a thing, mostly puzzle games because they keep his mind occupied. a lot of times if i’m stuck on a mechanism in a game, like say the puzzles in uncharted or something similar, he’ll get exasperated with my frustration and just take the controller and figure it out for me. i get so annoyed that he can figure shit out in a game he knows nothing about in less than ten minutes after just watching me try and fail to open a hidden door a few times.

Do you two like pineapple on pizza or no?

pineapple on pizza is DISGUSTING but rust is also not picky and will frequently eat it just to watch me gag. he’ll make direct eye contact and everything because he’s a sadistic asshole.

also i feel like negan probably unironically loves it because he tends to have shit taste sometimes.

#memes #ship: far from any road #ship: you me and lucille #fordcortinamkiii #*asks

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I've seen so many bronlies & salty Cas/Misha stans on twitter lately so I'm really happy I found your blog b/c you're amazing. I love you for always trying to find some positivity in everything & it upsets me when ppl sends you some asks like the last one. You deserve better than this. But don't worry and keep going. ♥

Hey! Sorry I somehow missed this ask from before I turned anon off! Thank you so much for your message :) It’s a shame a few people ruin it for everyone, but eh I’m sure I’ll turn it back on it a few weeks, or maybe I’ll wait til October and just let the hiatus wank pass. I just cba with the continual I hate x y and z about the show wank which I seem to get these days, perhaps because I’m generally SPN positive with a side helping of side eyeing what they’re currently doing, somehow ppl think it’s ok to barrage my inbox with their worries and wank for me to placate them with my positivity but I am just one person and one person gets TIRED of enjoying something, writing about how and why they enjoy it and then getting negativity in their inbox all the time. It’s exhausting and it makes me feel like my positive posts about actual canon are being ignored so ppl can just yell but what about meeeeeeee in my inbox. It’s a double whammy of crap. Also I’m now thinking for two :) finally! Fingers crossed all goes well I’m due in March, which as anyone knows who’s followed me for a while is a small miracle given I’ve been trying for 3 years and had only recently had a depressive episode triggered by my fertility issues.So I have literally zero patience and time for negativity while I’m creating life, tired and pretty cranky with first trimestre morning sickness anyway, let alone when it’s unfounded worry based on nothing but the hiatus quiet! I have questions that I’m squinty side eyeing the show for rn, because of CANON and production choices that have made me question previously appearing certainties. But I’m being logical and saying let’s wait and see what actually happens in s14, so like, let’s all chill and enjoy life in the meantime!!

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The Empty Hearse: my inner monologue because I like writing these

I would just like to point out before we get going that I was rather a latecomer to this fandom. I got into it just as Season 4 was released, so early 2017. When this episode was released in 2014 I was only 10 years old!!! Still probably my favourite fandom though, the one I always find myself returning to.

Anyways, on with my crazy monologue!!

• We stan a quick rundown of the Depression of the Century

• #creepymaskmuch

• Molly be like "oh damn"

• Uno reverse bitches!!!

• Molly be like "YAAAAS"

• I'm sorry can we just acknowledge how hot the window jump is

• Bet John wished he could be Molly in that sitch XD

• DERREN BROWN MOTHERFUCKERS

• Still feel so sorry for John :(

• "BOLLOCKS"

• Greg is so fucking done with Anderson's theories XD

• "You're a guilty lil bitch Anderson, stfu": Lestrade 2k14

• "I BelIEVe iN sHErloCK HOLmeS"

• Eyyyyyyy Sherlock is not guilty!!!! (Obvs)

• When depression hits, get a (terrible) moustache bitches

• WE DON'T TRUST YOU MARY, DON'T ACT ALL NICEY NICE

• Ooooo helicopters and running, Mission Impossible style

• When you just..... give the fuck up

• When you can't stand that screaming so you just turn your music up

• I mean torture is pretty harsh man

• Of course Sherlock would deduce his way out XD

• When Mycroft just doesn't give a Single Shit

• WE STAN THE THEME TUNNNEEEEE

• John be like "nah imma just stare at this wall"

• Mycroft's got a fancy fucking office guys

• John stop tryna be Sherlock with your terrible imitation coat and scarf

• Mrs Hudson always cares for her adoptive sons, but she does with high sarcasm and sass

• Mycroft, why does your office look like a torture chamber??

• Benedict is HOT Jesus

• "Definitely. Enjoying it.": You! Don't! Appreciate! Your! Brother!

• 2 HOURS TO LEARN A BLOODY LANGUAGE!?!?! JESUS FUCK I DID 7 YEARS OF FRENCH AND I CAN BARELY HOLD A CONVERSATION

• Anthea prefers Sherlock to Mycroft, they have bitch sessions about him pass it on lol

• Mrs Hudson is so sassy and honest XD

• John you fucking liar you're not sorry

• Mycroft is so Done with his little brother XD

• Sherlock, stop personifying London dude

• "Yes, we meet up every Friday for fish and chips": Mycroft, the sarcasm is not needed

• MYCROFT TELL YOUR BROTHER WHAT HE FUCKING DID TO JOHN

• Mrs Hudson is such a fucking Queen

• "What's his name?"

• "Sherlock was not my boyfriend": YES HE FUCKING WAS SHUT UP

• "I AM NOT GAY": wow, denial is high there John

• Mrs Hudson ships Johnlock more than the rest of the fandom combined XD

• Mycroft: "oh yeah but the other wine is like so much better. Anyways, your bff hates you now byeeeee"

• I LOVE THE MUSIC IN THE RESTAURANT SCENE GEEEEZ

• Sherlock is such a fucking little twat when he wants to be lol

• "Would I suggest you look at this menus, it's... completely identical"

• THE ACCENT. THE FUCKING ACCENT. I'M WHEEZING

• The way he's just tryna be like "look at meeeeeeee" and John gives not a single fuck

• "Surprise me" "certainly endeavouring to, sir"

• Awwwwwww hey Mary

• John is such an awkward lil hedgehog

• Mary: I agree I'm the best thing that could have happened to you

John: bitch you're not Sherlock

• SHERLOCK FUCK OFF

• Oh damn. OH DAMN.

• John just having a mini mental breakdown here

• "Short version. Not dead."

• John looks like he's about to kill someone (preferably Sherlock)

• "Oh God" "Not quite"

• SHERLOCK STOP MAKING BAD JOKES ABOUT THE MOUSTACHE SITCH

• The look in Sherlock's eyes when he realises that John isn't happy to see him

• #deflectiontechniques

• HE LOOKS IN SO MUCH PAIN ON THE FLOOR BABBBBYYYYYY

• In the cafe, Sherlock just looks like a kid that's like 2 hours late home

• "You know for a genius you can be remarkably thick"

• "That's a little more difficult to explain" "I've got all night bitch"

• "Just your brother, Molly and a hundred tramps"

• I love that they end up in a chip shop XD

• John, your moustache is terrible. Accept it lol

• "One word to let me know that you were alive"

• Mary just laughing her head off in the corner XD

• Sherlock: BITCH STFU IT'S A SECRET (whilst entire chip shop is listening in)

• *headbutt*

• "I said sorry, isn't that what you're supposed to do?"

• Mary knows what's up BUT SHE A LIAR

• SHERLOCK LOOKS LIKE HE'S ABOUT TO CRY WHAT A SWEETIE

• Honestly don't know why Mollie looks so shocked, like she knew he was alive

• Greg is just like a proud Papa

• "Oo you bastard!"

• Sherlock being vaguely confused/irritated by a hug XD

• BBC, can we talk about the random shot of the back of Una Stubbs' throat?

• THEY EVEN GOT ONE IN FOR THE SHERIARTY SHIPPERS, HAVE THEY JUST COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT JOHNLOCK :(:(:(

• Anderson just doesn't ship Sheriarty XD

• Think the Chip Shop Argument got spilled lol

• Mary is having the time of her life reading the blog XD

• Mary really ships the boys right from the start lol

• "I don't shave for Sherlock Holmes" "You should put that on a t-shirt"

• "SHERLOCK HOLMES GET DOWN FROM THAT SOFA OR SO HELP ME GOD--": Mrs Holmes 1983-present

• The terror alert is on critical and these bitches are just playing chess

• Ngl, missed the burgundy dressing gown

• "Oh bugger!"

• WE STAN THE BROTHERS PLAYING OPERATION

• SHERLOCK'S IMITATION THO

• Mycroft be so defensive

• "Both of us thought you were an idiot, Sherlock. We had nothing else to go on until we met other children" "Oh yes, that was a mistake" "ghastly. What were they thinking of?" "Probably something about making friends": I feel SO sorry for the Holmes parents XD

• Mycroft, I think your brother is trying to set you up with a lil someone (

• "Change the subject. Now"

• Mrs Hudson: :)

• "He's pleased to see you underneath all that--" "Which of us??" "Both of you"

• PLAY DEDUCTIONS WITH YOUR BROTHER MYC

• Sherlock straight in there with the gender equality

• Sherlock: Icelandic sheep wool bitch

Mrs Hudson: ah yes, because the world need a blog on that -_-

• THE CURLS ARE AT A PEAK GUYS

• "I'm not lonely": yes you are stfu

• I love the wink to Mrs Hudson :)

• Mrs Hudson really wants her boys back lol

• Loving the use of transitions to show how much of a dick John is being to Sherlock lol

• "Have dinner?" "Solve crimes?"

• Molly knows she's replacing John really

• "Weight loss, hair dye, botox, affair, lawyer. Next!"

• Sherlock is so gentle with the poor woman :)

• I LOVE THE OLD GUY SO MUCH LOL

• John is so fucking convinced he's right, but it's kinda sad that he doesn't think Sherlock will respect his personal space (because he never has before): JOHN SUBCONSCIOUSLY WANTS SHERLOCK THERE

• Can we just agree that Sherlock is such a sweetie and that it is heartbreaking that John is now his awful internal monologue because he's convinced he hates him after how he reacted once he returned?

• Lestrade just being a concerned dad in the background

• Molly and Lestrade are both just so spooked out

• *dramatically blows dust off book*

• HE WANTS JOHN BACK SO BAD awwwwwwwwwwwwww

• Quick aside, but I have a friend who is a train fanatic (he's coming to prom on a steam thingy) and the train dude reminds me of him lol

• WE LOVE A LIL BIT OF MIND PALACE WORK

• "Excuse you": JOHN YOU SASSY QUEEN

• John: Makin' my way downtown, walkin' fast, getting kidnapped and I fall down

• "Did you get him off a murder charge" "Nope helped him put up some shelves"

• "Do you fancy chips?": HANG ON A MOMENT. In S4E2 Sherlock states that "You're suicidal you're allowed chips. Trust me I should know". Does that mean..... oh Jesus, Sherlock, you little sweetie, you need to talk to someone

• ON PRINCIPLE I HATE SHERLOLLY BUT IT'S ALSO SO SWEEEEEEEEEEET

• *when you wake up after a night out and you don't know where the fuck you are*

• Sherlock is just immediately alert like: wtf is wrong with my John

• The chips just... don't matter, okay

• When you steal a motorbike to help your bff

• I'M SORRY BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE LIKE A 16 YEAR OLD SHERLOCK ROARING AROUND SUSSEX ON HIS LITTLE MOPED AND HIS MOTHER YELLING AT HIM FROM DOWN THE ROAD TELLING HIM SHE'S GOING TO KILL HIM IF HE DOESN'T GET HOME RIGHT NOW XD

• Ngl having the little kid right at the front is real creepy

• But like can you imagine Sherlock and John going to bonfire nights with Rosie when she's a bit older and both of them being dead tense as they watch the bonfire being lit?

• LISTEN TO YOUR DAUGHTER BITCH

• The fact Sherlock figures it out JUST as the bonfire lights up: PERFECT

• Sherlock, with a complete disregard for his own safety: *jumps into a fire and drags John out before tearfully begging him to be okay*

Hetero shippers: ah yes, what a good male friendship

• I LOVE THE HOLMES PARENTS SO MUCH

• I love Sherlock's face lol: he is SO done

• Sherlock totally resembles his mother in terms of personality

• I think the fact this is Benedict's parents makes that scene a million times better: do you think that's how he wants to act during the small talk sometimes XD

• Mr Holmes just looks so Done, and Mrs Holmes is just like "fuck it I'm used to this"

• "She worries!": well of course she bloody does, one son is the British Government, the other is a recovering drug addict who solves crimes as an alternative to getting high and her daughter is locked up in a secret facility

• "Promise?" "...promise": HE LOVES HIS MUM AND DAD REALLY

• Tbf John, you couldn't expect the poor guy to lead his parents on like that, really

• John stop making bad puns

• "Is it to get to you through me?": JOHN KNOWS WHAT'S UP

• Awwwwww he's got his John back and he's just so happy

• Aw c'mon, you've gotta admit that a bit of Sherlock's massive concern is for his brother being in parliament that night

• I'M SORRY BUT I CAN'T HELP THINKING OF THE PARENTLOCK EDIT OF THE FACETIME BIT

• "Illegal!" "A bit": yeah, like this is anything new tho John XD

• "I don't understand" "well that's a first": JOHN LIVES ARE AT STAKE STOP BEING A SASSY BITCH

• *sudden flashback to the great game and the painting*

• I actually love the scene in the train carriage so much, because even though it ends up with Sherlock being a little bastard to get John to admit his feelings, I like how it demonstrates that everyone expects Sherlock to know everything all the time, and that's a very unrealistic expectation: despite the fact he hates it, he is only human, and I think this scene nicely acknowledges that

• Two bros, chilling in a tube train, trying not to freak out cos they might die!

• Sherlock: ooooopppsss, John, might have just set off this fucking bomb :/

• "Mind palace!"

• "You think I've just got how to diffuse a bomb tucked away in there!?" "YES!" "...maybe"

• Sherlock may be a little bitch but you have to admit he's a bloody good actor

• John, the whole way through the tube scene: wtf wtf wtf wtf

• "I wanted you not to be dead!" "Well, be careful what you wish for": Sherlock, sweetie, it almost sounds like you wish you were dead.....

• AWWW HE FORGIVES HIM GUYS

• I wanna know what that information Mycroft gave Moriarty was

• "His death wish": yeah, let's be honest Moriarty was just like "I crave heckety heck death"

• How difficult do you thunk Sherlock found it up on that roof, having to tell John all of that??

• You've gotta admit that it was a pretty good plan

• You can bet that all the conspiracy theories were on Anderson's wall XD

• THE GIGGLING JESUS

• "You COCK"

• "You said such nice things, I never knew you cared :)"

• "I will kill you if you EVER-" "scouts honour" "BREATHE A WORD OF THIS ANYONE"

• "Terrorists can get into a lot of trouble if they don't have an off switch"

• "Oh please, killing me. That was so 2 years ago": WE STAN

• Mycroft is just so desperate to get out of Les Mis: "but the pain. The HORROR"

• Lestrade just seems a little disappointed

• John tryna act surprised at Tom XD

• SHERLOCK'S FACE (the memeeeessss lol)

• WE STAN OUR TWO FAVE BOYS TALKING ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS

• Sherlock is just so determined

• Sherlock: oh yeah heard your graveside speech btw, super sweet

• YES THE HAT BITCHES: OUR FAVOURITE DETECTIVE IS BACK

• OOOO CREEPY MAGNUSSEN NUGGET AT THE END THERE

#sherlocks3 #sherlock #s3ep1 the empty hearse #wtf brain #brain dump

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Do You Have the Time? Episode 013: Andre Ramone

Warning: This episode contains strong language that may be shocking or offensive to some readers.

[3rd Moon of Aestas, 13XX, 19:59]

You amble through the ethereal grove of Terrafron. The golden sunlight shimmers between the wavering leaves and branches in the peaceful evening of mid-Aestas. The grove was always lovely this time of year. You carry your lute and pluck the notes of a C major scale, as you have retired your sword for the day. You march with pride, knowing that the village you had just left was free of the nefarious troglodytaria that have been wreaking havoc in the Land of Ignis and Fumus for over a century. Bonavento, your long-time ally and friend, will meet you in the centre of the grove to escort you to the Archduke of Terrafron. You currently work under the Archduke as a mercenary for hire. The grove becomes gradually thicker, the grass taller and darker, and the air cooler as you head further into the forest.

“Aye!” a voice called from the top branch of a hawthorn tree. Bonavento fiercely aimed an arrow straight at you from his bow. “I hereby claim you a, uh, a traitor of the Archduke, and will thus have you—AH FUCK—”

The branch snapped beneath him and he tumbled from one limb to the next. His head hit the first branch of the fall, then his abdomen on the second. His funny bone, third, and groin last, before plummeting to the knobby ground that was disrupted by enormous tree roots. Bonavento groaned and slowly dragged himself up to his knees, holding his head.

“Bitch!” he cried, “That fuckin’ hurt. The Archduke doesn’t pay me enough for this bullshit, you know that? He’s—he’s not even paying me for this, I’m—I’m just, you know, framing you, as the enemy of the kingdom, so I can keep, you know, I don’t know. Doing whatever it is Celtic fuckin’ squire-ass traitor’s of the kingdom do? Embezzle I guess? Did they have that back then? And by then, I mean now? Oh, Jesus, I think I pulled something. Oh-HO,” Bonavento bent over backwards to stretch his back, “Fuck meeeeEEEE! AHHH. DID YOU HEAR THAT CRACK. Ugh, okay… phew… alright, enough dickin’ around, yeah, big reveal, long-time friend, actually huge traitor-douche, start the boss-fight already let’s goooOOOOO!”

*New Player has Joined Game*

[April 18th, 2018, 13:03]

“Madison, would you cut it out, already,” Jeremy called from the other side of the lab. Jeremy stood at the lab bench in the back of the room that almost spanned from one wall to the other. He was gathering various mechanical parts to construct one of the functional parts of their machine.

Jeremy, Leslie and Leopold had all agreed on a schematic that illustrated how the cosmic strings would be formed, and he began his work on a piston. Essentially, the one end of the cosmic string would stick to the piston; then the piston would quickly spin and connect the other end of the string to the first to form a loop. Afterwards, the loop would be pushed upward so that it would rise into the air; a test-object would sit on a platform above the loop and in the middle of its trajectory. Thus, the test-object would experience the space-time distortions of the loop as it passes around the test-object.

It was a difficult concept for Jeremy to concentrate on with the incessant cursing coming from Madison’s game.

“I just got to a cool part, though!” she complained and set her controller down on the lab meeting table. Leslie stiffly sat at the meeting table near Madison, trying not to get involved. She quietly typed the methods section of their scientific paper; they had finished their introduction the previous week.

“I don’t care what part you’re at,” Jeremy snapped, “The screen that animate’s IO’s facial expressions isn’t meant to play those annoying, never-ending, online games.”

“Oh, I guess you’re right,” Leslie interjected, “IO’s face and personality mostly comes from pixels on that screen! I’m not sure if I ever entirely… registered that in my head.” She tried to direct attention away from the conflict.

Madison spoke back to Jeremy immediately, completely ignoring her attempt at restoring peace.

“That doesn’t make any sense, dude! I saw you play games on IO’s face all the time, when we were kids. Your games are still on here, I can see them right now!” she cried out.

“Kids?” Leslie asked.

Jeremy stepped away from his lab bench and strode over to Madison and IO, becoming increasingly irritated. Leopold glanced up at the commotion and removed his earbuds. He was sculpting a crude prototype part of the machine that would spin heat into the strings. He was at the same lab bench as Jeremy, but on the other side of the room. Jeremy leaving the bench in a hurry caught his attention from the corner of his eye.

“That’s because when I played games, I actually played simple ones with IO. I never made him run those monster-sized games that take a ton of CPU and just make him sit there and watch me the whole time. He’s not your personal play-thing,” he hissed.

Madison furrowed her brow and leaned back in surprise.

“Him?” she enunciated, “What do you mean ‘him?’ It’s a robot!”

“What’s the problem over there, kids?” Leopold called, unaware of the tension.

Jeremy stifled in shock at her response. To avoid embarrassment, he quickly unplugged her controller. The game powered down, and IO’s simple, pixelated circle eyes and macaroni shaped mouth reappeared on the screen. IO seemed relieved to have quit the program.

“Hey man, what the hell!” Madison blurted out, “I didn’t even get to save my progress!”

“So, build your own robot,” he said coldly, “Come on, IO. We have errands to run.”

Jeremy stormed out of the lab and turned down the hallway in the direction of the lobby. Madison looked between the two remaining lab members with an opened jaw and a look of disgust on her face. Leslie was visibly distraught, and Leopold sauntered to their table carefully.

“What a jerk!” she yelled.

“Okay, okay, everyone, let’s try to take a breath,” Leslie suggested, “We’ve been working really hard on this project lately; I’m sure he’s just stressed out and didn’t mean it, Madison. I’m stressed out, too, you know?”

“Yeah, well, that was one way to handle it,” she scoffed.

“Maybe since you don’t have that game to play anymore, you can focus more on your own work like us? Maybe study for your final exams. They’re just a few weeks from now, right?” Leslie offered.

Madison groaned.

“Dude, I was playing that game to specifically avoid all that stuff. All you ever want to do is work.”

“Hey kiddo,” Leopold said assertively. She spun around to face him. “How about you cool off with me for a bit? You can help us figure out how large of a chemical reaction we’re going to start with, when we’re testing our machine. We can test the reaction and watch it light up.”

Madison let out an audible sigh.

“Guess I’ve got nothin’ else to do now, anyway. Alright, Leo, let’s do it. Gimme your best explosives or whatever,” she said and rolled her eyes as she dragged herself in the direction of his work bench.

Leslie exhaled her own stress out as she sat alone at her meeting table. Despite her efforts to bring everyone together, she somehow felt as if nothing would be enough. Perhaps she wasn’t as good of a friend or coworker as she thought.

[April 18th, 2018, 13:20]

Jeremy treaded through the lobby without batting an eye at Martha and B-lined for the robotics lab. He had been getting fed up with working on the piston, anyway; he didn’t have all the parts to keep it functional. The robotics lab often had pieces and parts to spare. Sophia wasn’t exactly a friend of his or anyone else’s in the Looney Lab, but she seemed to treat them fairly, in an economical sense. In a personal sense, she obviously had her opinions. But a few spare parts shouldn’t stir up that much trouble. As Jeremy approached the lab, he became confused at the sound of music. It sounded familiar. He peered into the robotics lab. It was a chaotic mess like it always was. Papers all over the tables, machines in mid-function, and a plethora of metallic limbs lying around. They were separated from their parent machines, and added to the clutter of the lab.

Sounds of loud, distorted, punk-rock guitars strumming to rapidly beating drums filled the room. The only person inside was Andre. He was the one blaring music. He wore tight, black jeans, a striped burgundy and grey shirt with a solid, long-sleeved, black shirt underneath. Andre appeared to be preoccupied on a computer… playing that horrible game of Madison’s.

Jeremy sighed.

“Excuse me,” he projected his voice over the music. Andre turned to face him, smiled and gave a nod of acknowledgement.

“‘Sup, man!” he yelled over the music.

“Can you turn it down!?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah!” Andre agreed and lowered the music, “Sorry, sorry. Was playin’ this sweet game, and joined someone’s game nearby, but then they left. Guess they don’t want anyone else to know that they’re goofin’ off at work,” he laughed, “Whatcha need?” he asked, nonchalantly.

“I need a crankshaft for this piston that I’m putting together,” Jeremy replied, ignoring the rest of Andre’s commentary.

“Ahhhh, yeah, ya kinda need the piston to go up and down huh?” he joked, “So you’re really gettin’ that machine together? That’s cool, lemme see what I can find.”

Andre wandered all the way to the back of the lab, rifling through numerous cardboard boxes, kicking some out of the way. Jeremy rocked back and forth on his heels while he waited, hoping it would be over soon.

“Aha!” Andre yelled, “Here ya go!” he plopped himself in a desk chair on wheels and flung himself through an aisle in the lab, running over papers and bolts, until he reached Jeremy. Andre held a cardboard box full of crankshafts of various sizes in his lap.

“Any of these good for ya?” he asked.

Jeremy glanced through them, and, to his surprise, he did find one that would fit his piston. Eventually, he would need a piston with a circumference larger than most people, so that the cosmic loops were big enough to circle the person in the machine. For the time being, a small piston would do, because the test-objects were considerably smaller. Andre smirked and reached out to IO, who had been standing behind Jeremy’s leg.

“Hey there, little man, good to see ya again! Gimme some skin?” he posed, holding his hand out and palm up, “Or, I guess, gimme some metal?”

IO emoted a smile on its screen and gave Andre a high-five, after warming up to the environment again. Jeremy glimpsed between them, as his attention was torn away from the crankshaft.

“You two are… acquainted?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” Andre said, “He was here for a long enough time for us to share a moment or two. He liked my other boys, too. Too bad I gotta perform a bit more maintenance on them right now, otherwise they’d be up and about.”

IO sounded a high-pitched, twinkle-like beep for Andre. He wore a goofy grin and pointed to IO.

“That mean he likes me?”

“Uh, yes, actually,” Jeremy responded, feeling entirely caught off-guard again. He felt his aggravation fading. “You call IO and your robots ‘he’, too?”

“Yeah! That’s just the way I see ‘em, though. But they don’t mind.”

“I always called IO an ‘it’ because he’s a robot.”

“You just called him a ‘he,’” Andre corrected.

“Oh…” Jeremy hesitated, “I guess I did. I haven’t been sure what to use, recently.”

“Just whatever feels right, man,” he said, “To you, or to IO, I should say.”

Jeremy hummed and kneeled down to IO.

“What do you think, IO? Do you like ‘it’ or ‘him’ more?” he asked.

IO flashed grey lights from the bulbs on its head. Jeremy smiled, having been surprised for the third time within the hour.

“You don’t care?” he asked.

IO confirmed.

“Huh… I didn’t know that. Well… maybe I’ll go back and forth then, if that’s okay.”

IO flashed blue lights, expressing contentment. Jeremy stood back up.

“Well… thanks. Maybe, uh, well, I’d like to meet your… robots—machines—when they’re operational again.”

“Oh, sure, I’d be happy to introduce you,” he waved away the request.

“…So I can just take whichever crankshaft I want?” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah, go for it, ya don’t see me usin’ them,” he chuckled, “Just keep this deal on the DL. Don’t want you-know-who findin’ out.”

Jeremy frowned and pointed to a crankshaft. Andre gestured for him to pick it up. He squinted at Andre and turned his nose up at him, suspiciously.

“You’re not like Sophia, are you,” he wondered.

“Nah,” Andre snorted, “Although, I will need something in return before you take the crank with ya.”

Jeremy sighed.

“There’s always a price,” he mumbled.

“I just need you to take this other box of junk to Martha in the lobby,” Andre said, “Sophia spring-cleaned her office the other day and put all the stuff she didn’t want in the box. Told me to take whatever I wanted and give the rest to reception.”

“Oh. That’s it?” Jeremy replied.

“Yyyyyup. That’s all. I just don’t wanna walk over there. So just do that, come right back, get your crank, and you’re good to go.”

“Huh,” Jeremy paused, “Okay. Can I take anything from that box, if I find something I like?”

“Bit of a glutton there, huh, Jeremy Brilliant?” he jested, “Sure, sure, makes no difference to me. Just, ya know, not to state the obvious, but don’t tell Sophia about this either. Ya know?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Andre spun in his chair, reached underneath a nearby desk and traded the crankshaft box for a flimsy box that was half filled with office supplies. Paper clips, pencils, erasers, a stapler, stacks of unopened paper, a pair of scissors, and various other supplies. Jeremy left Andre, IO, and his crankshaft in the lab. On his way to Martha’s desk, he shuffled the box around in his arms. He kept glancing through the contents and stole a permanent marker or two. There was a pack of sticky index tabs and a pack of orange Post-It notes. He set the box down on the reception desk. Martha glanced at him and smiled.

“Hey there, darling, how’s the research going? You sure were walking with a purpose earlier!”

“It’s okay,” he said, still looking into the box. “We’ve made progress. I just hope we’ll make enough of it to be worthwhile. I brought you this box from the robotics lab,” he said, distractedly. Jeremy felt as if something was happening. Some sort of vague… shift.

“Well, thank you, sweetheart! You’re not switching labs, are you?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the sticky notes. He reached in, picked them up and held them up in the air to examine them.

“No,” he responded, simply.

Martha frowned and her eyes bounced left and right at the peculiar behaviour.

“Do you… use sticky notes a lot?”

“Not really.”

“Do… you want to take those ones?”

Jeremy shook himself out of a dazed trance. He didn’t want to let the pack go.

“Uh. Would you mind?” he asked.

“No, ‘course not,” she snorted, “You seem like you’d get more use out of them, anyway!”

“Huh… yeah. Thanks.”

“…You’re welcome, oddball!” she chuckled, uncomfortably.

The pack of Post-It notes felt indistinctly familiar. He couldn’t explain it. He rarely used sticky notes, and wasn’t particularly fond of the colour orange. Was it déjà vu? Martha tried once again to shake him back to reality.

“So, what were you doing in the robotics lab?” she asked.

It worked. Jeremy put the pack of sticky notes in his back pocket and refocussed himself onto her.

“Uh, right. I was, uh, looking for something to go with this piston that I’m reassembling in the lab. I’m trying to modify it so it will push up and down like it’s supposed to, but also spin at a high velocity,” he explained, sheepishly.

“Oh, so you’re making a new kind of tool?” she probed.

“Sort of. Mostly just making a few small changes.”

“Well, I’ll have to keep in touch for updates! You go on and get back to work, now. I wouldn’t want to keep you!”

“Thanks. See you around.”

Jeremy walked back into the robotics lab to find Andre showing IO the game that he was playing when they first walked in. Andre acknowledged him as he wandered up next to IO.

“You can take the crankshaft whenever you want, man. Thanks again for the favour!” Andre said.

Jeremy dug through the box again and retrieved the correct size. Seeing that Andre and IO were both absorbed in the game, he felt compelled to wait. He watched the game for a moment, and then his curiosity got the best of him.

“Andre,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“I want to ask you something.”

“I’m all ears.”

He seemed pretty agreeable for not even knowing what the question was.

“What do you think of Sophia?”

Andre paused the game. His natural half-smile, and carefree spirit seemed to subside. He took a deep breath, and spun his chair ninety degrees to face Jeremy. IO backed up so it wasn’t between them.

“Why are you asking me?” he cross-examined.

“Does it matter?”

“Is this for your own knowledge, or somebody else’s?” Andre pressed.

“It’s my own curiosity. I know there is something going on with her and Leopold. I don’t know what it is, and it isn’t necessarily my business. But it’s clear that she has a problem with him. Or a need to get under his skin. It’s almost vindictive. But you are nothing like that, from the looks of it. And yet, you work here. Why?” Jeremy laid his cards on the table.

Andre chuckled to himself.

“Well, I’m glad that I look non-vindictive. To tell you the truth, Jeremy, I don’t know much about it either. All I could really do for you is speculate. From my perspective, seems like Leopold and his lab are bad for business. Makes the university look foolish, and undermines everyone else’s work by association. Since Sophia is in a position where she is managing everyone’s work, maybe she holds a grudge to Dr. Looney for making her job unnecessarily hard?”

“Seems corrupted. Why hasn’t The Board of Research stepped in? Or human resources? Isn’t that technically a hostile work environment?”

“Yeah, probably. But the higher-ups hired Sophia themselves. Supposedly she’s buddy-buddy with someone up there. And honestly, she’s been a great manager for the rest of the labs. Not to mention that most other labs probably feel frustrated just like her because they feel that they are missing opportunities for funding because Dr. Looney works here. He’s been workin’ on that time travel stuff for a long time, and his last presentation to The Board really solidified the reputation he has now. At least that’s what I’ve heard from the people that still work here from back then,” Andre elaborated.

“And so… why do you work under her?” Jeremy reminded him of the original question.

Andre sighed.

“Listen, I’m not going to defend Sophia’s actions. But I don’t want to throw her under the bus, either. We met when we were both enrolled at the university, actually. We were both part of the Fellowship of Minorities in STEM. It was my first year, her last year, and she showed me around. Introduced me to faculty and showed me the ropes. Later, I came to work here with her, and when I got my degree last year, I was hired to be a full-time employee. And, well, I’m sure you know what happened after. She got promoted and now… I guess we’re lookin’ for a new Principal Investigator? One of the higher-ups used to be the PI, and it’s just kind of been handed down. Maybe since he’s still around, they’re trying to hold off on hiring someone else,” he snickered, “Maybe I can work an angle and get a raise.”

“So she’s done good things for you,” Jeremy summarized.

“Pretty much, yeah. I just feel like I owe her something. Some grace. I had no idea what I was going to do with my life… and she really helped me figure it out. I was the first in my family to even go to college. I wasn’t even sure it would work out, let alone graduate? Work in a laboratory? I mean, I’m workin’ on robotic prosthetics! How fuckin’ cool is that?!”

Andre’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth.

“Oh, oh, sorry,” he quickly interrupted himself, “That was unprofessional.”

Jeremy shrugged.

“I don’t care. I’m used to it.”

Andre relaxed after seeing how little Jeremy was phased, though he thought it peculiar. He tried to steer the conversation away from his mistake.

“Long story short,” he said, “she helped me make my dream of being a first generation college graduate a reality. And I’ve made it farther in life than I ever thought I could. So… that’s why I work here.”

“…Can I ask you one more question?” Jeremy said.

Andre laughed and leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

“What, you don’t want to wait until my life story comes out on DVD?”

Jeremy ignored the joke.

“Why did you answer all my questions? You could have just ignored me or refused. Why let someone you hardly know ask you so many things?”

Andre let out a humorous breath.

“What can I say, I’m an open book, man. I’m cool with hangin’ out with just about anybody. But ya have to tell people about yourself if ya want ‘em to stick around, ya know?”

“You do?”

Andre snorted.

“Uh, yeah! If people go years without knowing anything about you, you’re pretty much just a stranger. At best an acquaintance. So I tell people about me, especially if they ask! Ya never know who’s gonna like what they hear, and keep comin’ back.”

Jeremy furrowed his brow, nodding his head at the information. He hummed and cleared his throat.

“Uh, thanks… Andre,” he croaked, “I appreciate your honesty.”

“S’what it’s all about, man. Now get outta here, go do your fancy time stuff. I’ll see ya next time ya need a crankshaft!” he joked.

“O—Okay. Goodbye,” Jeremy said abruptly, and cued IO to follow him.

The two of them headed out into the hall and began walking back to the Looney Lab with the crankshaft. Jeremy had not expected… any of that to happen. The day seemingly never ceased to shock him. Still, for a reason unbeknownst to him, he felt a bit happier. Perhaps the time away from Madison did it. Although, Andre was quite bizarre. He would have never guessed he’d be so talkative. At least not to Jeremy. IO beeped to get his attention. Jeremy glimpsed down to see IO displaying a silly smile on its screen, looking up at him. He snorted.

“What’s that look for?”

IO blinked playful yellow and pink lights at him like a carnival ride.

“Oh hush,” he nervously laughed, “I was just curious. I only went there for the crankshaft, that’s it.”

The lights shifted to teal and orange.

“You can think what you want,” he sputtered, “But the only thing I got out of that was the crankshaft. Come on, we’ve still got lots of research to do.”

IO let out a high-pitched hum that sunk to a low one that resembled a youthful, disappointed “Okaaaay…”

As Jeremy advanced toward the doors of the Looney Lab, his raw feelings of relief began to fade. He remembered the unsolved issues with Madison, the quickly approaching deadlines for their research, and the mountain of work that was waiting for him. His body felt heavier and worn. The events of the day had already jerked him around through all kinds of feelings. He resorted to his most comfortable, neutral disposition once again.

#do you have the time?#episode 013 #well look what the cat dragged in #another story arc in do you have the time?#the other parts of this arc should be posted in the following weeks #yes andre is a punk and yes his last name is in reference to the ramones #the good news is that the story is really moving now #the bad news is that... well #I'm moving next week and starting grad school in less than a month so #i may not get to work on this as much anymore #of course i will never give this story up!#i have every intention to finish it #but you know even as an undergrad i had a hard time writing this stuff during the semester #but i've got plans for it #ohhh do i have plans heh #also that first part of madison's game was basically one big meme lmao #if she was going to play a game i thought 'might as well describe it'#to be completely transparent though i would really like to write a story in that manner one day #medieval with a lot of made up worlds and lands probably magic too #i think it would be a lot of fun #big tone shift from do you have the time? lmao

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