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as a kid i though Dragon Quest 8 was the longest game ever. i sank so much time into it that the timer on my save file literally capped out at 999:59 and King Trode on the pause screen called me "the king of wasting electricity". then i got a bit older and realized that maybe i was just spending way too long on certain spots/fudging most of the time by leaving the game paused with the TV off while i went to school because there's no way a game is THAT long.
and now im actually playing it again and holy shit it actually just is that long. i have to emulate at 1.5x speed and abuse savestates to make it even remotely playable by my 2024 standards and im still sinking 100s of hours into it and im not even halfway through the main story, never mind the 7 iterations of the postgame. replaying this game knowing exactly how much comes after it is kind of ruining some of the magic it had for me as a kid. actually now that im typing this out i think Dragon Quest 8 gave me a very close approximation of the feeling Breath of the Wild gives everyone: "holy shit this game is huge. there's no way they stuck content over here right? awww shit they totally did" it's like taking my ADHD to a dog park where i can let it run around off its leash
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I know it’s because Toblerone Fudge is the frontman but like, in-universe it’s kinda wild and lucky how all the Emeritus progeny can hold a tune. Imagine being the one kid of Nihil’s who can’t sing — he already doesn’t pay attention to the others and one of them won a Grammy. Do you even exist on that note, pun not intended? …Holy shit, is that what happened to Copia’s twin?!
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I return with more LU EAH AU brainrot.
I have solved some problems and made some more problems. (It's Twilight, Twilight's the problem child.)
So the general progress I have made in my WIP document I've got going on right now is starting with Wild's portion of the story. The major issue is figuring out how to make his personality pre-Calamity and post-Calamity fit because Rip van Winkle is supposed to be about a lazy person.
Anyway, I figured I should make him sleep for 100 years instead of 20 years, by putting him in the crossfire of something like Sleeping Beauty's curse. The spindle has been weaponized. (I think it'd make a good rapid-fire weapon based on that one EAH episode where it was basically like a firehose but full of magic sleeping dust. Or maybe someone made grenades out of it. I'm undecided.)
This is when I remembered that in Zelda 2 Hyrule saved Aurora from her magic sleep thing, so I did some fact checking and no kissing was required. Apparently he just put all the Triforce pieces together and made a wish or something like that. Which means I can have Aurora and Wild be woken up at the same time if I assume the Triforce will let Hyrule wake up two people at the same time or if he can kiss Aurora awake and use the wish on Wild.
So the new problem is that wolves don't live for 100+ years and I kind of forgot about that. Which means I'm probably going to have to fudge it. I have no idea how Wolfie is supposed to work in canon, much less the mess I've made for myself here.
I also don't know how Flora is supposed to survive either. Something something standard holy magic princess combined with princess that's also a dragon part-time. Dragons probably live for like... forever, right? The light dragon is supposed to be super old at the end of TotK.
Haven't really made much progress beyond that except deciding that Sheik gets to be Mulan because it's cool.
I need you to know how genuinely excited i get when i see ‘LU EAH AU’ in my inbox
Having Aurora and Wild woken up at the same time is really cool! Would there be some way for Wolfie to be put to sleep too?
MULAN SHEIK HAS ME VERY VERY EXCITED
I CANNOT WAIT TO HEAR MORE
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Holy lordie fudge I am getting hips
HRT is wild like, I look down and it's just, "when did I get these??"
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Anyone else have any weird sidequest in their life?
I'm currently on a quest to try Every Ice Cream Flavour Ever. Obviously this is 100% impossible but my general rule is I never order the same flavours at the same place more than once, I always try seasonal and limited flavours, and I usually get more than one flavour so I can try lots at once and find cool pairings
If anyone would be interested in updates about this quest, I might update this post in the future uwu
My most recent special flavours have been:
REAL strawberry ice cream 5/5 (holy shit it was so insanely good. Paired with a milk chocolate ice cream that was also sensational, and paired it just tasted like eating chocolate dipped strawberries.)
Lemon cheesecake 4/5 (yummy, very cheesy. Would've preferred more lemon in there, and maybe some cookie or biscuit for the base as a mix in? But as just a nice subtle flavour it hits pretty good)
Pastel de Nata 3/5 (egg custard tart for English speakers. Pretty yummy. Only got one bite because they got my flavours wrong and I asked for the right ones and they STILL got it wrong)
Nutella 5/5 (literally just frozen Nutella. Like, it was so insanely creamy. Daz who hates ice cream said he'd genuinely buy it)
Passion fruit 1/5 (lies. It wasn't ice-cream. Don't give me sorbet when I order ice cream or I will throw down. Also wasn't a flavour I wanted, from the same order as pastel de nata)
Vanilla with chocolate, biscuit and fudge 3/5 (really yummy but I got it with some other pretty wild flavours and it ended up just being too much flavours)
Dark chocolate and peanut 5/5 (oh my god. It was bitter, it was salty, it was almost savoury. It was absolutely insane. There were just whole peanuts in there. Like a dark chocolate Reese's cup in ice cream form)
Salted caramel tart 2/5 (why do people always ruin salted caramel by making it too sweet. Prior to them changing the flavours, this place had my absolute favourite salted caramel ice cream. Literally like, salt first caramel second. But now it's just way too sweet and the "tart" pieces are just kinda weird and mushy?)
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Funny moment I caught while VOD-watching, the Skephalo truthing from Bad's peers never end.
Transcript:
Tubbo: [Clinking his MCC coins together]
Phil: Nice, nice. Hold on I've got- I got some good ones. Alright.
Bad: I have two MCC coins on Skeppy's desk, so.
[Phil snorts]
Tubbo: What?
Bad: Yeah, he's got my MCC coins.
Tubbo: Oh.
Phil: [Amused] Why does he have your MCC coins, Bad?
Bad: He just has them.
Phil: That's crazy, anyway. [Clinks his coins together and then laughs]
Tubbo: Damn, well we know who wears the pants in this relationship.
[Phil laughs harder]
Bad: What? Sometimes you just lend someone your MCC coins.
Tubbo: Damn, Badboyhalo.
Bad: What the fudge?
Tubbo: Damn, are you- are you- are you his main hoe or side-piece? This is crazy.
Phil: Oh my g-
Bad: What the fudge!? That's crazy!
Phil: This- that is a wild statement. Holy shit, why did you- [Laughs] Toby.
Bad: That's crazy. That was crazy.
Tubbo: I just say shit.
Bad: We live in a society.
Phil: Oh my god, dude.
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Ode to Holy Spirit
Hurry, my love to be by my side
For it’s there you must abide with close proximity to my pulsating heart
Your smell reveals your earthy, loving sweetness and nectar of the richest of the soils
Your pores breathe of wild old fashioned sweet scented roses found on the prairie
Your hair scent is perfumed wild lilac as you lie within its flowers naked on the prairie
Your torso smells of small magnolia figo, the smallest, sweetest magnolia bananas that you plucked from an old fashioned garden
Without shoes you’re grounded within the Earth utilizing its magnetic field to recharge and regenerate your body
In love with your individual harmony of the flat South Louisiana Cajun Prairie
There our love begins, is nurtured and grows like a wild native prairie jasmine vine
You are my Evangeline, my Gabriel, once lost and found again
Apparitions each day whispering sweetness into my ear
Sweetness transferred by cool northern winds
And melded into my skin by warm southern breezes
As sugary and sticky as prairie honey, you nourish my spirit with your words, morsels and nuggets of finest gold and silver that soften onto my tongue spiking my energy
Our minds chemically fuse as natural fructose and sweet cream set into moist caramel fudge with a creaminess that binds us
Morphed into the dark, earthy soil of the prairie as my naked feet make contact
Injesting raw, golden honey nectar from prairie bees
Similar to the sweetness of a raw sugar cane stick, farm to table
Manna from the land, my diet, sustains me
Careful not to overindulge I gauge my belly stopping at enough
Gluttony discouraged as we strive to share the richness of a bountiful food supply with a larger community
A land supplying all my needs physically, emotionally and spiritually
Blessed to call L’anse Faquetaigue home
The Barefoot 🦶 Cajun living and writing on the prairie or wherever life leads him
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STORY TIME…
Last night, I had a vision of the same demonic spirit I’ve been ranting about.
I was shown the word “WIFE” in blood 🩸 written on a wall in massive letters 😣 THEN it’s head popped out from the left of me and I could see it’s ugly face and all the veins on its forehead, yellow eyes, yellow pale skin and blood splattered on it’s face.
This spirit has definitely murdered before. If we hear about a husband brutally killing his wife, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised 💔
I also believe this creature wants me as his wife. Issa hard NO for me. Y’all heard of spirit spouses before? Ugh 😣 but I am also 99.9% sure someone sent this evil spirit via BLACKMAGIC cause this spirit was not here from the start.
There’s more I’d like to say but not yet.
What I will say is, ask the LORD to reveal to YOU if a spirit/demon is responsible for causing issues between you and your person. This is what the LORD is saying you all should do then let your person know so you can both pray against this spirit and understand it was sent to divide you and keep you apart.
This spirit wants me dead. Just know this is what the Holy Spirit revealed to me. And it’s jealous. It intercepted a message I was getting about my future husband and turned the letters WIFE into bloody letters. That’s why it popped up out of nowhere to intercept the message.
Interferences aren’t only from others but from demons too. What’s sad is this is happening to others and very few are aware and even less can see the entity wreaking havoc in their relationships.
Yesterday, I began to pray and command it to leave, why did the electronic device I was using start going off and making weird noises and hissing sounds 😳 ON GOD. yeah man. It was wild. That’s when I knew this demon is strong as fudge. I’m leaving some details out but one day it will all make sense.
Thank you for praying for me 💕
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I just took a look at crimson peak because that is apparently the most popular klonnie fanfic and im sorry but.. im so confused?? I could barely get through the first chapter. Its nearly 1 million words yet it lacks like any substance. Im honestly perplexed as to why its so popular... it's basically 950+ thousand words of PWP. Im new to this fandom so Im worried that most klonnie fanfiction will be like this. Sorry if this is rude but it's just my honest opinion...
Crimson peak popularity is a subject that can be questionned for days but smut and pregnancy plot maybe and an excessive amount of count that oddly only follows the writer and comment on a single explain a lot. The fic is an anomaly in the klonnie fandom. However, the klonnie fandom has some great authors and a subjectively bad fics should not stop you from reading more klonnie. (Some fics have been deleted for lack of support) here a few authors and fics where to start.
Crowley by DR. Elsac2
When Klaus holds Jeremy and Matt hostage, a desperate Bonnie offers him her body in exchange for her friends' freedom, knowing that the hybrid has a taste for witches.
Read and Review ( this author had some amazing klonnie fic that have been deleted but this one is still up and it's a treat to read)
on the edge of a golden world by writendelete
After an act of butchery, Klaus sets out to conquer the throne from a feeble king and the queen who wishes to rule through him. In a world where vampires and werewolves are constantly vying for power and witches are all but shunned, Klaus is willing to tear the country apart to marry Bonnie Bennett, the witch who saved his life. [KLONNIE]
Read and Review
Everything by this author is really good and original
all the devils are here by irishcookie
Both of them are broken but there is something more going on when Bonnie Bennett arrives in New Orleans needing Klaus Mikaelson's help. After a deal is struck, the pair try to work together while dealing with their losses. A Klonnie angst fic set after the series finale of TVD and season 3 of The Originals. COMPLETED.
Read and Review ( I will advice you to read everything by this author. She understands the essence of klonnie.)
Truth Teller by TheHedgeRider
Seven years after the events of S3 of TO and four years after the events of S7 of TVD, Bonnie Bennett is in New Orleans to find a weapon necessary for defeating the entity that's been unleashed...and finds Klaus Mikaelson. KLONNIE fiction!
Read and Review [ Read everything from the author because her world building and klonnie characterisation is amazing. In addition, there is no unnecessary character bashing to prop Bonnie or Klaus.]
Resurrection by TalulaJones
Klaus wants to be King of New Orleans but there is only one witch who can make that happen...
Read and Review ( this fic is an actual masterpiece)
a case of you by irresistible.revolution
After a wild drunken night culminates in a magical marriage, Klaus and Bonnie must deal with the aftermath of this new bond while discovering how magic and desire are intertwined. AU after 3x18 of TVD
Read and Review ( Read everything by the author. If she does not make you a klonnie believer, it is official then klonnie is not your cup of tea.)
Hell With You by thefudge is grumpy
Takes place after 2x21. Bonnie failed to kill Klaus. Now, he is going to make her life hell for what she tried to do. But hell with him is like no other hell on earth.
Read and Review ( If you have an interest in complex and rich dark dynamics. The fudge is the go to for grayish klonnie with no inclination for holy moral)
The Devil's Companion by Six2VII
A prophecy forces Klaus to act against his wishes. An outdated law forces Bonnie to sacrifice her future. Magic and fate pushes the two together. What happens when a witch and a hybrid are forced to have a child neither of them wants? An outcome neither of them are ready for. *A Klonnie Fic*
Read and Review ( also an amazing read. You can as well read more from the author)
Here more klonnie author to explore
Jazzywazzy08 : She executes better the style that the crimson peak author attempted to have ( heavy dose of erotica might be overwhelming if its not your type anon). She has good fics. We can't choose what express more her style in her many fics but you might find some gold in her many works.
Simplynia : also a very good author with a distinctive take on klonnie.
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polk salad annie.
50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”: 49. Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.
Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader
Word Count: 1,282 words
Warnings: Swearing
[A/N: This fic has spoilers from season 2, episodes 6-7 below the cut, so if you haven’t watched them yet and don’t want to be spoiled, make sure to catch up before reading! Requested by @waterlily502 and anon :D]
Five had botched the equations somehow.
You tug your suit jacket more tightly around yourself, peering into the flurry of snow as your muscles scream in protest against the sudden cold. This is really bad. You’re definitely nowhere near the academy where Five said he had grown up; in fact, from what you can see through the white haze of winter, you’re not even in a city. There’s just a lonely stretch of road flanked by snowbanks on either side.
“Sh-Sh-Shit,” you hiss, a shiver wracking your body. Your body – oh, for the love of time, don’t even mention the de-aging. This is really, really bad.
Hypothermia on the forefront of your mind, you tug the collar of your dress shirt up to your nose and stumble onto the empty highway, walking as quickly as you can. You use your other hand to wipe the snowflakes from your eyelashes and then look up at the sky. At the very least, it’s not the middle of the night. There’s got to be some traffic coming back and forth.
You start losing hope after ten minutes. Not long after, you start to feel a little dizzy. You press two fingers over your carotid, but they’re too numb to feel a pulse. Your lungs feel stiff.
But just when you’ve resigned yourself to freezing to death, the sound of tires over snow reaches your ears.
Twin headlights of a vehicle shine through the blizzard and onto you like two, warm suns. Finally. With a thankful sigh, you stagger towards the bumper as the pick-up honks and slows to a stop.
A big, burly man steps out. “God’s sake, kiddo, what are you doing out here?”
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What happens next rivals that of the thrillers you used to read. The guy that picks you up is loud and friendly. He brings you to the nearest town, but the Temps drop by and he gets caught in the crossfire. After taking care of the agents (and flushing the newly discovered tracker from your arm down the toilet) you swap some licenses and take your late rescuer’s truck – something necessary but also something you’ll always regret – and spend the first half of 1982 driving across New England and the Midwest in search of a briefcase, laying as low as you can. It’s something you’re certainly used to; at the Commission, while Five was good at getting out of situations, you had a talent for avoiding them in the first place. It was why you were partners.
(Five. You know he has an uncanny knack for staying alive, but not a day goes by where you don’t hope he’s okay.)
In July, you get a lead in Oshkosh and find yourself at some Wisconsin Polka Association festival.
“Oh, aren’t you a killer in those clothes! You really should check out the ballroom, sweetheart. They’re teaching people your age how to polka dance.”
“No, thank you,” you decline, smiling politely and extracting yourself from the grip of the couple that had whisked you away for a costume change. (It really is weird and mildly off-putting, being coddled by people only a few years older than you.) “I have to go find my mom.”
“Are you sure? Our grandkids are in there.”
After a minute or so of assuring the two members that yes, you’ll check out the polka dancing later, and no, they don’t have to help you find your (non-existent) mom, you check your pamphlet and head toward the next place on your search list: the Muskellunge Banquet Room. Better check it out as quickly as possible.
Turning a corner, you spot the entrance at the end of the hall.
However, you also see a boy attacking a vending machine and swearing his mouth off.
“Stupid mother Fudge Nutter! Fuckin’ Fudge Nutter –”
Okay, maybe you have a little time.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you call out, jogging over. You pull him back before he can kick the glass.
The kid immediately yanks his arm away, sneering at you. You stifle a snort. A quick glance has you wondering why he has a schoolboy uniform on – you don’t see that every day in America, especially during summer break. Weird.
“Calm down, Yosemite.” You smile. “Did something get stuck in there?”
“What the hell do you think?” he snaps, eyes wild as he turns to stomp away. “God, I ask for one thing –”
“Wait.” You grab his arm again and dig some coins out of your pocket. Good thing you have quarters left over from gas. “Here, I have some extra change. Fudge Nutter, right?”
While the boy glares, straightening his jacket, you stick the coins into the vending machine and enter the code for the Fudge Nutter bars. F-6. The action feels nostalgic – you remember when Five had bailed you out of a stuck vending machine snack once, during an assignment in 1999 Seattle. He had finally begun warming up to you by then. You still owe him money for that.
The coils whir, and two chocolate bars drop into the pick-up box. You bend down and collect the treasure, holding one out towards the boy.
“One for you, one for me.”
Considerably calmer, he only looks at you suspiciously before slowly taking the Fudge Nutter from your hand. The expression is screamingly familiar. You find yourself wondering; it could be completely possible, perhaps, that –
The boy stalks off. Rude little brat.
“Holy shit, kid, a thank you is in order,” you exclaim, running after him. Coincidentally, he’s heading toward the banquet hall, and you hope you won’t have to worry about him while you’re skulking around in there for an agent. “I didn’t have to bail you out.”
“I am decades older than you, so don’t call me kid.” When you reach the end of the hallway, he stops and scowls at you. “Now stop following me. I have something I need to do.”
“Sorry to break it to you, kid, but so do I,” you snap, any goodwill you had scrounged out of respect for Five quickly fading away. Now a little pissed, you hold the boy’s gaze with equal vitriol. “So you better –”
And just like that, it clicks.
Your eyes widen as you cut yourself off.
“… Five?”
Recognition fills the boy’s face. “[Y/n]?”
“Holy shit.”
You drop your candy bar, throwing your arms around him and crushing him against you. It’s him. Holy shit. Five stiffens as you bury your face into his shoulder with a half-crazed laugh, then tentatively hugs you back. His grip tightens within seconds of doing so.
Finally, you let go. “How’d you find me?” you murmur after regaining your breath, searching his gaze. How did you not notice it was him sooner? His eyes are exactly the same.
“Honestly, I had no idea you were here,” he replies. (... Ah, so it was luck. You’ll take it any time.) Looking past you, Five walks toward the fire axe mounted on the wall and takes it down. “I’m here on business.”
At the mention of business, your smile fades into a bewildered frown. “Five. Are you – are you working for the Commission again?”
“No.” He positions the axe over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Quite the opposite, actually. The board of directors is meeting here.”
Ah. That kind of business.
Picking your Fudge Nutter back up, you tuck it into your pocket. “Well, in that case – mind if I join?” you ask.
A brief smirk forms on Five’s face to match yours. He gestures his head toward the banquet hall, and you fall into step with him like you had so many times before.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
#wordless ways to say i love you#source: @50-item-writing-prompts#five hargreeves#five hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves imagine#the umbrella academy five#the umbrella academy#tua#five x reader#five imagine#tua fanfic#fanfic#reader insert#fluff#look at these two idiots#this was fun to write lol#enjoy some unhinged five#honestly one of my favorite scenes
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ok hear me out
(I feel like I start every post like that oops)
but hear me out!!
single dad!billy and ice cream truck driver!steve
whenever “music box dancer” echoes through the neighborhood, billy’s little five year old son jensen will drag him out from whatever he’s doing like the sky is falling. paying his bills at the kitchen table, underneath the hood of the camaro, doing laundry, doesn’t matter... there are more pressing matters at hand and it starts with ice, and ends with cream. and only daddy’s pockets full of quarters can remedy the situation.
the ice cream man was one of the more exciting things about moving to a suburban neighborhood and out of their cramped apartment in the center of town. sure the house wasn’t much bigger and definitely not much nicer, but it was finally physical evidence that billy wasn’t some screw up like everyone had expected after he became a father at the age of seventeen. he had a place that was truly his own that he felt safe raising his son, and the added benefit of the ice cream truck passing down their street every other day throughout the summer months was simply not something a dad could pass up.
the first couple of times the truck came around it was being driven by a man who looked to be in his late sixties and he was always out of the neapolitan ice cream sandwiches to billy’s dismay. the man lacked spirit and it wasn’t the same vibe billy remembered as a child when the truck would come rolling through his own neighborhood. he missed the days when despite his empty pockets, the man who drove the truck always gave him a free otter pop that he bought especially for the kids with no money. this man, however, overcharged and seemed to really just hate life, and if it wasn’t for getting to see the smile on his kids face with chocolate smeared all over it, it wouldn’t be all that great.
the day came just like any other. it was a saturday at home with his son rolling hot wheels down the driveway as he cleaned up the garage when the familiar jingle neared their street. In practically no time at all, jensen was tugging at his shorts screaming “ice cream! ice cream!” over and over again until billy dropped the broom and walked with him out to the sidewalk, ready to wave down the singing truck.
billy’s already counting out the exact $2.25 in quarters while they wait, preparing for the boring interaction with the old man who clearly hated his job, until it finally pulls up and instead of seeing the balding head of grey hair he was used to seeing, it’s a full head of chestnut brown underneath a white paper hat. he’s young, around his age, and he’s damn good looking.
billy has been out of the game since, like, forever. the most he had were flings at random guys houses whenever he could find somebody to watch jensen, and he never even thought about bringing anyone home while he had a kid to think about. the only relationship he was ever in was with jensen’s mom who dipped two weeks after he was born, leaving him to raise the newborn all by himself.
it’s been nearly a year since he’s actually slept with someone, because that’s all it ever was. that’s all he could ever find. nobody wanted to be tied down to someone with a five year old, especially at his age when he should be having fun and going wild. going to clubs and drinking beer, not going to the park and drinking apple juice out of a container with a bendy straw.
the thing is, he’s happy. going to bars and getting absolutely shitfaced was so appealing to him as a teenager, but as an adult and a literal dad, he would much rather sit at home watching the lady and the tramp for the thousandth time, singing along softly to la la lu just like he did when his little boy was just a baby, singing him to sleep. his little star sleeper. just like billy’s mother did for him too. her little star sleeper.
but, he did get lonely at times, especially with jensen already in kindergarten, and he might only be twenty two but he felt like he was pushing thirty and hey, the ice cream man could be some much needed practice.
problem is, his usual method of flirting was largely dependent on his look and there wasn’t much romance in moving eyes that said “you wanna get outta here?” billy knew seduction, not courting. and he definitely didn’t know how to do it in cargo shorts and a greasy white tee and fucking sandals... holy fuck he’s really letting himself go.
so what did billy do? well he didn’t really get to say much with his shouting child screaming their orders at the man. all billy did was hand over the loose change and offer a nervous smile like he was a damn virgin. he couldn’t help but blush when the man offered a soft smile back and held out a hand to shake.
“I’m steve.”
billy reluctantly shakes steve’s hand, mentally cursing his sweaty palms.
“billy,” he responds with a nod, “this is jensen.” he misses his hair.
“is he yours?” he got that question a lot. someone of college age with a kid already in school definitely turned some heads. most just assumed jensen was his little brother. and despite how proud billy was to claim that brilliant kid as his own blood, he didn’t like hearing that question too often from guys he was flirting with, especially when it came out with a tone of worry. every time he was forced to say “yes, he’s mine” they would all go running for the hills.
steve’s tone, however, lacked worry, but there was instead curiosity written all over it in the way he let his elbows rest upon the small counter ledge and his chin rest in his hands.
“yup, he’s all mine.” billy just waited for the smile to falter, but instead it just grew slightly wider.
“you got a cute kid. I got a baby girl at home.” steve does a look up and down at billy, most likely checking to see if he has his attention, which he most definitely does. billy’s trying his best to stare as casually as possible at the little moles that trail down his neck to his chest where the hair is visible in the way he’s leaning forward. “it’s just her and I.”
that was flirting right? the way he said it was definitely flirting. it had to be. billy was completely tongue tied for some reason.
“me too. I mean- us too. it’s just him and I too.” billy stammered.
steve just smiled and turned around to grab their ice creams from the freezer, handing them to the two of them and adding a slip of paper in between billy’s fingers as he takes the fudge bar.
“us single dads gotta stick together right?” steve says with a wink.
billy accepts the slip of paper, twirling it in between his fingers as he tries to hide his blush.
“yeah, uh, have a good rest of your day.”
steve just laughs and turns the music back on.
“you too billy. see you around.”
billy just waves as he drives off in the distance, still twiddling the little post it sized slip in his fingers just standing there out on the side walk as he completely forgets about the little boy standing beside him until he feels that familiar tug on his shorts.
“that wasn’t very smooth daddy.” he says.
billy scoffs. gives a look of offense before dropping it with a sigh and a laugh.
“you’re right. but we’ll get him next time.”
from then on, jensen doesn’t even need to bother getting his dads attention when the ice cream truck drives into their neighborhood, because billy’s already out on the sidewalk waiting with his $2.25 and a proposition for dinner when he’s finished slinging ice cream for the day.
#idk what this is but take it#I have dads!harringrove on the brain at all times#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#stranger things#mandi writes tresh#ficlet
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i didn't buy the most chocolate yesterday (oats spent $50 at a fudge and truffle shop lol) but I got some wild sounding chocolate bars like buttered toast, chicken & waffle with syrup, pigs & taters (bacon & potato chips) and one called midnight snack with pretzel chunks, cookie bits, brittle, and cereal marshmallows and pieces that was so good holy shit :Q
#also slices of local pb and maple fudge#the buttered toast is by bt mcelrath#and the rest are by Hammonds#if anyone wants to try them too c:
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Gun point I want...Jack Baker song.
And/Or Josef...and or Lisa Park and yes I know that's weird but shhh
you know what. i will grant all three wishes but under the cut just to be polite :~)
JACK:
i have walked the narrow path, according to god's will / but these corpses that have followed me keep telling me to kill: / "chase them all, cut their throats, and leave 'em to the crows / and have no fear, no one will ever know!"
also another just for funsies
paradise out, to the south / cemetery plot, out the back / what you gonna do, far away? / put a pine box in your grave!
(note: these are just how i have always sung the lyrics. literally no one knows what the words to this song are. we are all guessing here. i just like the vibes)
JOSEF:
i can fit two people under my skin! / and i will prove it, if you will listen / you crawled up in there, you joined me within / and i can feel your heart beating under my skin / and the beating of your heart is making me bleed from within / and if we cut open your heart, pour it in a cup / do you think it'd be enough?
^ a seminal josef bop imho, if only for the first verse section. it is KILLER (and also just a really good song imho)
another one
gonna teach you tricks / that'll blow your mongrel mind! / baby doll, i recognize / you're a hideous thing inside / if ever there was a lucky kind, it's you, you, you!
^ beloved mutual who has now left the site fever introduced me to this song as a josef song (and it was also part of her url). dedicated to her i hope she is doing well wherever she is now :') thank you for the bop my friend
LISA:
punk rock girl, you look so wild / let's have a child, we'll name her minnie pearl! / just you and me / eating fudge banana swirl! / just you and me / we'll travel 'round the world! / just you and me, punk rock girl
^ genuinely just how i imagine waylon felt upon meeting lisa. he was just like holy shit she's edgy...i want to start a family with this woman
and one that's just for her and not waylon @ her
sleep at night, if you can stay alive / stay alive, if you can sleep at night / save your breaths, if you can stay awake / city breaks, if you can stay awake / outlive your executioners!
^ this woman will absolutely not die sorry. she's staying alive and keeping her husband and children alive because fuck you that's why. if lisa was in the asylum she would have burned it down and gone home within minutes guaranteed
#i did two a piece bc i have no self control. thank you for the opportunity king#FR THANK YOU...I LOVE THEM ALL#answers
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I WATCHED UMBRELLA ACADEMY S2 (SPOILERS + LONG POST)
I HAVE FEELINGS
IN THE MEANTIME
HERE’S MY NOTES AS I WATCHED
TWO THINGS:
A LUTHER APOLOGY SCENE THANK FREAKING GOD THAT IS LITERALLY ALL I NEEDED FROM YOU ONCE YOU MET UP WITH VANYA AGAIN
AND THAT DIEGO V REGINALD FIGHT???? HELL YEAH... and that asshole even conveyed his utter disappointment in his son without even knowing who Diego is
DID BEN FALL IN LOVE?!?!
That Klaus-Allison reunion was so wholesome
OOOH EVEN DIEGO IS FALLING IN LOVE
The Handler is SLAYING this look
Luther sweetie you need to chill and just move on bro you’re freaking out your brother in law
Ok but Allison the badass
BABY DAVID
That sit-in scene was potent...
But yknow I can see where Ray is coming from but damn...
THE HANDLERS DAUGHTER
WAIT SO THE HANDLER ADOPTED STOLE HER
I dunno if Luther is the best guy to tell Vanya the truth but I just want them to have more talking time
I meaaaannnn he could’ve done worse to you bro. He could’ve really turned on you for screwing up but this isn’t bad.
C’mon STOP BEING MEAN TO VANYA
I’m hoping Lila is gonna switch sides bc she likes Diego but this whole cutesy moment where she’s on his shoulder and sharing her coffee with him and feeding him is hella adorable
Awww nooo Klaus
Awww nooo Allison
THREE YEARS SOBRIETY BABY NOOO
GRACE WAS YEEHAWIAN
OH MY GOSH SISSY MADE THE FIRST MOVE
I love that Allison can’t help but let Klaus in and even covers him with a blanket
WHY ARE WE GETTING HIGH ON NITROUS YALL
Wow this is super depressing wtf
GRACE WAS A SCIENTIST did her consciousness just get transferred or something????
Oooh and she was involved in raising Pogo by too
POGO WENT TO SPACE
OH NO POGO
Wow what a mirror of Luther’s accident
I’m sorry was Reginald Hargreeves more of a father to Pogo than the children he adopted
WAIT WAS THE OLD LADY GRACE FROM S1?!?!?
I adore Ben and Klaus but I gotta know if Ben was in love with someone!
Awww Ben thought Allison was discouraging the drinking but once again ONLY BEN CARESS ABOUT KLAUS’S HEALTH
I see no regrets in Sissy’s eyes we are doing well!!!
BEFORE YOU EVEN KNOW YOUR SON YOURE AN ASSHOLE FATHER WTF
That entire conversation between Five, Luther, Diego and Elliot whole Luther was stuffing his mouth with scrambled eggs was just spilling all the tea on S1... Five calling Luther out on squeezing Vanya unconscious, Diego questioning Luther’s feelings for Allison
Ok yknow what everyone needs to stop being so harsh on Vanya
Especially memory addled Vanya
I love that Diego is just exhausted and frustrated and he does accept her apology gracefully
Oh nooooo someone listen to Diego’s girl troubles!!! They really just swerved the poor guy
THIS UMBRELLA REUNION SCENE DAMNNNNN
SO MANY APOLOGIESS
Five has been through so much man seeing his family die MULTIPLE TIMES
TACOS BABEYYY
Bennnnnnnnnnnn we need more time with Ben yo KLAUS ACKNOWLEDGE HIS PRESENCE ASSHOLE
Oho Diego and Luther are finally gonna talk!!
And Luther learned something
KLAUS CALLING OUT ALL THE BULLSHIT YESSSS
And yknow what Five and Delores were the best couple
MORE DANCING
Ahhhhhhhhh noooo Sissy
Oh no now I feel bad for the Swedes. They just lost their brother.
SWEDISH HELLO?!?!?! This is haunting
I’m mad they didn’t fist bump Diego
OH MY GOSH JILL
WHEN REGINALD SLAMS THE DOOR OPEN AND THEYRE ALL SHOCKED SILENT AFTER BICKERING AND SIT DOWN IMMEDIATELY WITHOUT BEING TOLD HOLY SHIT THEY BECAME CHILDREN AGAIN
Klaus LET THEM KNOW BEN IS THERE GODDAMMIT
Wow Reginald goddamn immediately taking notes on them
Oh my god that little playful oops Vanya you baller
Their panic when she decided to showcase her powers bahahahahah
When Diego stutters after his asshole of a father destroys him
Ahh man they really need to care more about Klaus’s health. And he very clearly said “I’m Ben”
What a shitshow family meeting
Lol Luther dragging Klaus out of the elevator while Ben was waiting awkwardly for him to move
That was a weird humanising moment between two old men
OH NO ELLIOTT
NOOOO CARL KNOWSSS
Ahhhhhh poor Elliott
I’m sorry what was up with the Fudge Nutter??? They fully let Aiden slip the f bomb in there
HOLY SHIT I FORGOT FIVE WAS AN EXPERT ASSASSIN HOLY FUCK
Lol Ben and Klaus basically playing chicken on when Ben can possess him again
WHY IS THIS PLAYING LIKE A HORROR MOVIE
Five has got a lot going on right now like damn
OH MY GOSH BEN BOUTTA LIVE HIS DREAMS
Ben really just got sidetracked by what’s in Klaus’s pants huh
Wow Carl you just had to be like this huh
Awwwww wait hang on that Diego-Ben reunion was so sweet!!!
Oh my goodness that standoff between Vanya and Five???? THE TENSION. makes you wonder how powerful Five could be against Vanya
I AM NOT OK. ALLISON AND RAY THO. BEING INTERRUPTED BY THE SWEDES.
BACKSTREET BOYS?!?!?!
Wow Klaus just vomited up Ben
Ohhhhh man I know we’re not meant to like them but Big Brother Swede killing his brother was really sad
This is a wild time this episode idk what ep this even is I haven’t stopped to check but gotta appreciate Luther quietly soaking in the two Fives and then patting down Aiden!Five with a napkin
Rock n roll Herb!!!
BEN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
HES AN ALIEN. I KNEW THIS BUT HOLY SHIT
Awwwwwwwwwwwww they all came with!!!!
THE ENTIRE FUCKING COMMISSION HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT DIEGO BENDING THEM BULLETS
OH FUCK VANYA DECIMATED BABEY
SHE WAS ONE OF THE KIDS????
Aww Diego and Vanya
THAT HAT
OH SHIT THEY FUCKED UP THE TIMELINE
BEN MY LOVE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU
#spoilers#the umbrella academy#umbrella academy#tua#umbrella academy s2#s2 spoilers#the umbrella academy s2 spoilers#live reaction#long post#spoiler post#tua s2#tua s2 spoilers
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Written In The Stars XXVI (Harry Potter xF!Oc)
A/N: Okay so I have a sort of “fancast” for how I imagine Erick to be, and I’ll gladly show you who I see when I write him, BUT you can still imagine him differently if you want, so be ready to see his lovely face one of this days
Words: 2,849
Warnings: Some nasty slugs, uh hints of bad family relationships ig??
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Chapter Eight: Ron Eats Slugs.
"You can't miss the defense against the dark arts lessons-"
"You can't tell me what to do."
"You have to respect him! He's a teacher!" Hermione whispered angrily.
Ron sat down in front of them and said Harry was at Quidditch practice.
"Maybe we can still catch him," Ron offered, "once I'm done with breakfast..."
While she waited, she finally decided to open her mother's letter.
She'd been way too nervous the whole week to open it, afraid of what might be inside.
'Mel Dumbledore.
I can't even imagine why would you do such a thing on your very first day. I'm speechless. Mr. Weasley’s car? I don't understand why you thought that was a good idea.
Maybe you were just following Ron and Harry's lead, which I must say, is a little disappointing.'
Mel didn't want to keep reading, but she figured it was better to get it over with.
'-You should never base your actions on what other people expect you to do, Mel. Not even if that person is one of your closest friends. How do you expect to become your own whole witch if you keep following other people's tails?
I'm not angry, I'm sad that you didn't trust your own instinct -let's be honest, I know for sure that whole adventure wasn't your idea- please, next time you're in trouble, take a deep breath and do what's best for you, and not what others would prefer you to do.
Be good. I'll wait for your reply,
Mum.'
"I'm a failure," Mel pouted.
"How come?" Hermione looked up.
"My mum says she's disappointed because I went along with Ron's idea instead if insisting on staying."
"How does she know it wasn't your idea?" Ron frowned.
"She's my mum," Mel replied sternly, "besides, I suppose Dumbledore explained the whole thing to her."
"At least you learned the lesson and you weren't expelled," Hermione shrugged, "but see, this is what I mean, you can't just abandon your studies, Mel. You have a second chance."
"I really think you're wrong," Mel sighed, "but I don't dare to hurt my mum more than I already did..."
The toasts were cold by the time Harry went out to the field, he saw them on the bench and approached with a weary expression.
"Aren't you finished yet?" asked Ron.
"Haven't even started," said Harry, his eyes flicked to the toasts Hermione and Ron were eating, "Wood's been teaching us new moves."
"Take one," Mel said lovingly, offering the toasts, "you can't play with an empty stomach, remember?"
Harry blushed, lightly mumbling a 'thank you', and devouring it.
As he mounted on his broom and flew around with Fred and George, Colin Creevey started to take pictures.
"Look this way, Harry! This way!"
"You know, say what you want about Ginny," Mel mentioned as she watched the younger boy, "but at least she doesn't follow Harry around with a camera..."
"I still don't understand why she's so shy around him," Ron frowned, "it's so weird"
"She likes him," Mel shrugged, "people act oddly around the person they like, right?"
"I wouldn't know," He raised his eyebrows, "never liked anybody"
"Yeah," Mel sighed, her attention back on Harry, "Me neither..."
"Look, it's the Slytherin team," Hermione pointed to the large group of people nearing the field.
"Holy Snitch," Mel leaned over, squinting, "is that- it is! Malfoy- and they- they have new brooms!"
"Who?"
"All of them!"
"This can't be good," Ron stood up, "let's go."
The girls followed their friend down to the field.
"What's happening?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?"
"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," said Malfoy, "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team. Good, aren't they? But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."
The Slytherin team laughed.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Hermione. "They got in on pure talent."
Mel couldn't have said it better.
"No one asked your opinion, you fiIthy little Mudblood."
"How dare you!" Alicia Spinnet gasped.
Ron pulled out his wand.
"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!"
Mel didn't know what was going on and got even more confused once Ron fell back as if something had hit him.
"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" Hermione kneeled next to him.
Ron was throwing up slugs. One after the other, it was gross.
"That wand..." Mel shook her head, trying to help him stand.
"We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearest," said Harry and help her get Ron on his feet.
"What happened, Harry? What happened? Is he ill? But you can cure him, can't you?" Colin was now on the field, eagerly jumping around them like a puppy.
Ron puked a particularly huge slug.
"Oooh," said Colin, "Can you hold him still, Harry?"
"Get out of the way, Colin!" Harry demanded.
They walked as fast as possible, trying to avoid stepping on the hideous slugs Ron kept throwing up.
"Nearly there, Ron," said Hermione when they were a few meters away from Hagrid's hut, "You'll be all right in a minute - almost there -"
Suddenly, Gilderoy Lockhart emerged from the cabin.
"Quick, behind here," Harry hissed, and they took Ron behind a bush.
"It's a simple matter if you know what you're doing!" Lockhart was saying aloud. "If you need help, you know where I am! I'll let you have a copy of my book. I'm surprised you haven't already got one - I'll sign one tonight and send it over. Well, good-bye!"
They waited a few seconds, Ron still having not the greatest time. Hermione knocked on the door. Hagrid appeared quickly, for a second he looked like he was about to yell at them, but it soon changed into a smile.
"Bin wonderin' when you'd come ter see me - come in, come in - thought you mighta bin Professor Lockhart back again -"
Hagrid was not surprised by Ron's issue, he let Harry explained as Ron sat there, shaking uncontrollably.
"Better out than in," he said cheerfully, handing Ron a big bucket, "Get 'em all up, Ron."
"I don't think there's anything to do except wait for it to stop," said Hermione, "That's a difficult curse to work at the best of times, but with a broken wand-"
"What did Lockhart want with you, Hagrid?" Harry asked, scratching Fang's ears.
"Givin' me advice on gettin' kelpies out of a well," growled Hagrid, "Like I don' know. An' bangin' on about some banshee he banished. If one word of it was true, I'll eat my kettle."
"I think you're being a bit unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thought he was the best man for the job -" Hermione was quick to correct, but Hagrid interrupted.
"He was the on' man for the job," said Hagrid, "An' I mean the on' one. Gettin' very difficult ter find anyone fer the Dark Arts job. People aren't too keen ter take it on, see. They're startin' ter think it's jinxed. No one's lasted long fer a while now. So tell me," said Hagrid, looking at Ron. "Who was he tryin' ter curse?"
"We were on the Quidditch team and the Slytherin team walked up to them, Malfoy is the new seeker, apparently he bought his way in..."
"Malfoy called Hermione something -it must've been really bad, because everyone went wild"
"It was bad," said Ron finally able to speak, "Malfoy called her 'Mudblood,' Hagrid -"
That was all he could say before throwing up another bunch of slugs.
"He didn'!" Hagrid gasped.
"He did," she said, "But I don't know what it means. I could tell it was really rude, of course -"
"It's about the most insulting thing he could think of," gasped Ron, coming back up. "Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggleborn - you know, non-magic parents. There are some wizards -like Malfoy's family- who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call pure-blood." He gave a small burp, and a single slug fell into his outstretched hand. He threw it into the basin and continued, "I mean, the rest of us know it doesn't make any difference at all. Look at Neville Longbottom -he's pure-blood and he can hardly stand a cauldron the right way up."
"An' they haven't invented a spell our Hermione can' do," said Hagrid proudly, making Hermione go a brilliant shade of magenta.
"It's a disgusting thing to call someone," said Ron, wiping his sweaty brow with a shaking hand. "Dirty blood, see. Common blood. It's ridiculous. Most wizards these days are half-blood anyway. If we hadn't married Muggles we'd've died out."
He retched and ducked out of sight again.
"Well, I don' blame yeh fer tryin' ter curse him, Ron," said Hagrid loudly over the thuds of more slugs hitting the basin. "Bu' maybe it was a good thing yer wand backfired. 'Spect Lucius Malfoy would've come marchin' up ter school if yeh'd cursed his son. Least yer not in trouble."
"His father is just as awful and annoying," Mel huffed, "one of this days, I don't know which one of us, but I'm sure we'll end up giving Malfoy the beating of his life"
"It won't be you, of course," Harry said sarcastically, "you hate getting into fights"
"Shut up, Glasses."
"Harry," said Hagrid abruptly, "Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got one?"
Mel snorted, taking a treacle fudge that Hagrid had kindly put on the table for them. Harry looked completely offended.
"I have not been giving out signed photos," he said, "If Lockhart's still spreading that around-"
"I'm on'y jokin'," He laughed, patting Harry so hard on the back he almost hit the table face-first, "I knew yeh hadn't really. I told Lockhart yeh didn' need teh. Yer more famous than him without tryin'."
"Bet he didn't like that," said Harry.
"Don' think he did," Hagrid grinned. "An' then I told him I'd never read one o' his books an' he decided ter go. Treacle fudge, Ron?"
"Can I be your maid of honor, Glasses?" Mel teased as they walked back inside the castle, Hagrid mentioned that he'd found Ginny walking around his house trying to run into Harry, "If you and Ginny want to, of course, I'll be more than happy-"
"Stop," Harry snapped, "I don't tease you about Fred and George, so don't tease me"
"I just think it's so romantic!" She grinned.
"Of course you do, Mellow," He replied.
Mel gasped.
"I told you not to tell him about that stupid nickname!" Mel turned to look at Ron, who had shrunken in his place.
"Sorry! I didn't do it on purpose, we were talking the other day and it slipped!"
"It slipped -don't give me that look, Harry. The fact that you found a better nickname doesn't mean I'll stop calling you Glasses."
"I wasn't counting on it," He smirked.
"There you are," Professor McGonagall walked up to them, "You will do your detentions this evening."
"What're we doing, Professor?" said Ron, nervously suppressing a burp.
"You will be polishing the silver in the trophy room with Mr. Filch," said Professor McGonagall. "And no magic, Weasley - elbow grease."
"Miss Dumbledore will help Hagrid, and Potter will be helping Professor Lockhart answer his fan mail," said Professor McGonagall.
"Oh no - Professor, can't I go and do the trophy room, too?" said Harry, "Or help Hagrid?"
"Certainly not," said Professor McGonagall, "Professor Lockhart requested you particularly. Eight o'clock sharp, the three of you."
"Filch'll have me there all night," said Ron as they sat on the Gryffindor table, "No magic! There must be about a hundred cups in that room. I'm no good at Muggle cleaning."
"I'd swap anytime," said Harry, "I've had loads of practice with the Dursleys. Answering Lockhart's fan mail... he'll be a nightmare..."
Both of them looked at Mel with the same frown.
"You got the best deal," Ron complained, "helping Hagrid? He'll probably let you sit and watch"
"No, he'll probably make me work hard," Mel replied, "but I can't say I won't enjoy it, as long as it's not inside the forbidden forest..."
She made her way out of the castle alone after dinner, less upset than expected with her detention, humming absentmindedly to the dim afternoon light.
"Good evening," Said someone behind her.
Mel turned to see Erick, catching up to her.
"Mind if I join you, Miss?"
"I'm heading to detention," Mel informed him.
"I just want to tell you something," He said shortly.
"Well..." She eyed the boy curiously, "go ahead?"
"I didn't know about Malfoy- about him being the new seeker- I didn't know."
"Oh," Mel stopped walking, taken by surprise. "I wasn't expecting you to know."
"Good," He nodded, a soft frown upon his features, "I heard my brother making fun of the Weasley boy, is he alright?"
"He's better," Mel tilted her head, "Why does it bother you?"
"I'm not-" He said, then immediately he corrected, "I am- Not for him if I'm honest- I was worried about you, thinking I knew about Malfoy and decided not to tell you. I always knew my brother is an idiot but it never occurred to me that he'd be stupid enough to sell a position to someone that isn't even that good. We're surely gonna lose the cup again- not that I mind, I've never been a Quidditch fan myself, but you know... the house cup is a high stake to lose"
Mel observed him with a pensive expression, Erick raised a brow.
"What?"
"The Weasleys are such a lovely family... they tease, and most of the time they're arguing, but they love each other," She shrugged, "it's just weird to me that you speak so poorly about your own brother, he's your family, you know... I thought purebloods were loyal to their own kind"
It seemed like she'd touched a sensitive subject. Erick's eyes shifted to an angry glare and he said, very coldly:
"Not everyone can have a pretty family, Miss. Not all purebloods are as likable as the Weasleys."
The girl tried to fix it, but it was too late.
"I didn't mean-"
"Good luck with detention," He turned around.
"You could come and meet Hagrid if you want?" She offered loudly, Erick was already half-way.
"I'll pass," The boy replied, climbing up the stairs and back to the castle.
She was right about Hagrid, he made her work a lot but it was bearable and in the end, he let her go earlier than expected. At eleven she was already seated in the common room, finishing her History of Magic essay and softly stroking Grey's tiny head.
Once she was done, she wrote a letter to her mother, apologizing and promising she'd stay out of trouble for real this time. Then also wrote one for her uncle, he probably knew all the story by now, but Mel figured it was time to write to him anyway.
While looking for more ink, Erick's note fell from one of her books. Her stomach sank at the thought of their chat a few hours prior. Why did she always end up upsetting him? She wondered if being friends with him was actually a good idea.
Harry appeared around midnight.
"Oh," She jumped in her place, remembering she wasn't the only one who had detention, "how was it?"
"I... I'm not sure," He sat down next to her, the girl messily put her things away, "something odd happened while I was with Lockhart..."
"Odd?"
"I heard a voice," Harry shook his head with incertitude, "it sounded like it was in the room with us but when I told Lockhart he said he hadn't heard a thing"
"What kind of things did it say?"
Harry shivered.
"Not happy things for sure"
She nodded, a bit confused by his statement. She figured he was just confused, but believed him. Harry had no reason to be lying about something like that.
"Maybe Malfoy found out where you were and decided to do that, you should ask Ron if he had some strange occurrence like yours once he's back"
Harry looked up.
"He's not here yet?"
"I don't think so, Hagrid let me go earlier and Hermione told me none of you had arrived yet"
His eyes landed on the fireplace, deep in thought.
"I don't feel like it was just a joke..."
"Cheer up," Mel searched for his hand and gave it a little squeeze, "at least our detention it's over!"
"Yeah, yes..." He looked back at her, trying to smile, "I'll go to bed, you should too"
"I will," She nodded and watched as Harry got up and left.
The girl picked up her things. She felt her skin tingle where Harry's hand had touched.
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