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➳the girl in the lilac dress ♠ ♡

in which y/n meets fred's ex-girlfriend, days after fred confessed his love for her. there's still some confusion on the status of their relationship. angst -> fluff. narrated by you, y/n l/n.

fred weasley x fem!reader

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tw: angst (not too bad though), mean words, blood, mentions of auror missions, kidnapping, needles, st mungo's

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ft. hermione, lee and alicia

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

the girl in the lilac dress

i was in a good mood. on the way to work to receive my mission, i was humming a song that had just come out. it was catchy and worth the wait.

out of the corner of my eye, a lilac colour appeared suddenly. strange, i thought. it approached me, in the form of a beautiful woman. she had the lightest grey eyes and the smoothest milky-white skin, and the shiniest locks of dark brown hair. she walked in a flowy lilac gown, her slim model-like body walking in a model-like fashion.

i was pretty sure she wasn't headed towards me, but when her luxurious voice said "good morning" in the calmest tone possible to me, i looked at her confusedly.

"hi!" i replied brightly, smiling.

she smiled sinisterly, "my name is pretoria aphrodite, i'm fred's ex-girlfriend."

he hadn't ever mentioned an ex, but i knew he had dated quite a few people. she made me seem like a glass of water next to a glass of red wine, naive and ugly. i was those two things anyway.

"oh! i'm y/n l/n! nice to meet you, you do seem like a daughter of aphrodite," i said politely.

"darling, all women are daughters of aphrodite. i understand fred's interested in you?"

she observed me and i laughed.

"i don't think that's quite the word. he's my best friend."

"friends with benefits?"

"oh gosh no! i don't really know where we stand, honestly."

"bitter about it?"

i thought for a second, "nah, i couldn't be. love's a hard thing."

"it is, indeed, and you work for the ministry?"

i nodded, "head of the auror office. what about you?"

"i model for witch weekly."

i gasped, "you're the p. aphrodite? i should've known!"

"big fan?" she looked amusedly at me.

"my friends are, so naturally i am."

"you don't seem the type fred usually goes for."

"i wouldn't say he's even going for me," i said cautiously.

"you are much too cutesie for his type."

i glanced up at her. she was smiling kindly.

"pfft, but better cutesie than nothing, amirite?" i asked friendlily, "well it's been nice to talk with you, but i gotta hurry!"

"no worries, i'll come with you, i have some business at the ministry too. have you seen his past exes?"

"uhh, not really?"

"well they're all models for one magazine or another."

"oh, okay. and that's important because...?" i asked her carefully.

"i just thought you should know."

i laughed, "i'm not model material, am i? i don't mind at all."

she looks taken aback. "i would say, with longer hair," she plucked a hair out of my poor mess of locks, "and a shorter upper body, with perhaps lip fillers, you'd look model-like."

her tone was analysing and not at all attacking.

"only three things??" i asked, shocked.

"you are rather... pretty already," she mused, "not model-like, but cute."

we had reached the ministry.

"thanks, see you later!" she waved and disappeared.

all that was left was a buzzing fly which soon flew away.

i immediately dialled in my auror code in the red telephone box and was sent into hermione granger's office.

"'mione! how good to see you!" i hugged her.

"hello y/n!"

in the ministry and the auror department, the head of the auror office was probably more important than the minister for magic. i didn't know why. she had brought me a cup of hot chocolate.

"thanks, 'mione, you didn't need to. what's the mission today?"

"two babies are being held hostage in a coded location by a person who calls themselves the light lord. dark lord, light lord, y'know?" she handed me a coded piece of parchment.

i thoughtfully pondered, "the light lord. who do you need?"

"i was hoping you go on this mission, then you could give me some news on this light lord person."

"that's doable. we'll need to bring in hepole and a ministry official to negotiate passports and such. and a strong auror team."

"right on it. i'll get wally becker and charlotte-ann becker. they're a force to be reckoned with on the borders."

"how much experience?"

"they're twins, been doing this for about fifty years now."

"perfect. and hepole?"

"on the way."

"thanks, minister," i winked at her, getting out my telephone and dialling the disguise unit.

"hello, poplinn speaking."

"pop, we need a few disguises. light lord."

"miss l/n! o-of course!"

"and pop?"

"y-yeah?"

"call me y/n."

i hung up, dialling harry's office.

"harry, call draco and be in my office in ten minutes. i don't care what business he's doing with scorpius, we've got babysitters here. light lord, perhaps a second of voldemort."

"of course."

i picked up the ringing phone that was in the corner of hermione's office.

"y/n, me and scorpy are having a zoo day, we're at the muggle zoo you suggested."

"sorry dray, but it's important."

"there's no one else?"

"there are others, but we need your expertise."

there was a pause, "i won't need to show my dark mark?"

"it's fading anyway. no."

"i'll be paid?"

"in hundreds."

"how old are the children?"

"2 and 4," hermione said.

the silence told me he was sold.

"i'll be there."

i picked up the big microphone and said, "auror unit 156 to the brief room. no need to bring anything. see you there!"

"good luck," hermione grimly said, "be safe, head."

"mhm and cup o' coffee tomorrow? if i survive, that is," i grinned.

"'course."

i smiled, "c'ya!"

she was shaking her head.

"oi, no disappointment, 'mione! i was the one who got the ministry out of paperwork!"

"burning paper doesn't count, y/n."

"it wasn't burning paper, hermione granger, it was arson."

"no, it was the saddest form of arson i've ever seen."

"hey! that's rude."

"just go on your mission already."

i laughed, "on it, minister. kalle?"

kalle looked at me, "yes?"

"tell miss minister to take a break and play a game or something, will you?"

she smiled, "okay."

"give my thanks to your mother too, loved the cookies!"

"alright, good luck, head!"

"thanks, bye!"

i apparated to the brief room, where everyone was strapped into special camouflage clothes.

i handed hepole the parchment and immediately began briefing the unit, harry and draco, on the mission.

"please be safe out there. if you're injured, apparate or travel back here, okay?"

i looked at hepole.

he cleared his throat, "they're in albania. the forest there."

"okay. harry and draco will provide attacking forces," the two nodded.

"i want lopex, quentin blake, quentin grill and hilly to break into any establishment," i say to the team, "and eron, hawks, melv, argonas to hold the offender hostage. johnathan, team healer as always. i'll take the children. hepole, you come and accompany us till the forest, then you have my permission to stay back, and beckers, stay invisible with the cloak, write a report for the minister when you come back, understand? have faith, team! i believe in you. we travel by apparition with the machine in three minutes. call your family, chat, have a snack, drink some water, and relax."

i picked up my telephone and dialled my parents.

"hi mum, dad, i'm going on a mission!"

"alright, be safe sweetie," my mum called.

"yeah, don't die kiddo," my dad added.

"right right, i love you, bye!"

the mission was successful. we rescued the children and sent the kidnapper to trial for azkaban. i escaped with a gash on my forearm, but quickly fixed it up with a spell. it ended late in the evening, so the team healer had gone home. the wound kept opening again, but i wasn't sure if it needed stitches.

putting everything away and making sure the aurors were okay, i headed back to the apartment i shared with fred.

i felt emotionally and physically drained, ready to enjoy a good shower and a good late dinner.

when i fiddled with the key to the door and opened it, my heart absolutely stopped.

pretoria aphrodite was kissing fred passionately. i felt my heart fall ten thousand flights of stairs in disappointment. of course. i was all a rebound who was pathetically in love with him.

when they stopped and saw me, pretoria smirked and fred stood up, astounded.

"uhh, continue? sorry," i apologised awkwardly.

"wait, y/n, it's not what it looks like-" he said.

"i don't mind, be safe," i smiled, too tired and too weak to do anything, closing the door and feeling tears well up in my eyes as i took my bag and myself somewhere. anywhere away from this all. my wound burned. i cursed under my breath as i made my way to st mungo's.

"y/n, you should have come here earlier!" yvonne, my friend, says, as she slowly injects a needle into me, "it's infected! and it needs stitches."

i laughed, "everything needs stitches. this is why i didn't become a healer, yvonne."

she shook her head in dismay.

"lol."

i watched the needle go in.

then she stitched the bloody mess of a wound up, cleaning it gently.

"now i can't stay, y/n," i pouted, "no, don't give me that face, i have other patients."

i nodded, "thanks yvonne."

"no problems. take care. you're too reckless."

"am not!"

she laughed. "that's funny."

after the trip to st mungo's which was pretty short, i wondered what to do. my mind kept floating to the scene i had just witnessed.

i was just the stupid, stupid, girl he used as a rebound. he didn't even use me as a real rebound, just someone who was simply infatuated with him to help him forget his unforgettable ex.

looking at a shop window, i caught a glimpse of myself. i hated being insecure but it happened.

i looked ugly. eyes too small, nose too big, lips not full enough. my thighs touched and i didn't have abs. i had a long gash running down my forearm, surrounded by other cuts. my hair was messy and disgusting. compared to the angel on earth pretoria was, i was nothing. small and plain was nothing when luxurious and beautiful was present.

and it hurt. my heart hurt. my head hurt.

i shook my head gently of my thoughts, chuckling bitterly.

fred weasley was completely and utterly out of my league.

whatevs, i thought. hurting was fine.

deciding to get over him once and for all, i bought some groceries and apparated to the doorstep of lee and alicia's glamorous cottage.

i knocked twice on the door. "hellooo!" i called out.

"baby, can you get that?" lee asked alicia.

alicia opened the door, smiling as she saw me.

"hey ali!"

"hi! come in!"

at first glance i could tell she knew something wrong.

"can i sleep here tonight? and take a shower? and eat some of your food please guys? and maybe steal a shirt i left here for safekeep? and maybe use your telephone? i'm really sorry for troubling you, so i got you guys snacks."

i was the second cousin by marriage of lee. it was good overall, but he was super naughty.

"snacks?"

"your favourites."

"then i guess you can," he said cheekily and i laughed.

"alicia, i don't know how or why you ended up with this child, but i'm glad you did," i told her and she laughed heartily.

"he's cute, isn't he?"

"no," i quickly stepped into the guest bedroom and took a long shower, letting a few tears slip but not enough so that it looked like it. i was subtle.

i bundled up in heavy clothing and wrapped my hair in a towel.

gingerly, i bandaged the wound.

by the snores in the other room, lee was asleep. i crept out quietly, going to cook something.

alicia was sitting down, with my favourite comfort meal prepared. i felt tears of appreciation well up in my eyes.

"thank you, ali, i love you."

"you damn well do."

we both giggled.

"what happened?" she asked me.

"nothing. i just wanted a change."

"from fred? liar. i'll ask again. what happened, y/n?"

"just a long mission, that's all."

"after long missions you usually watch movies with fred."

"couldn't i visit my best friend and my cuz?"

"you visit us on weekends. it's a friday."

"well i wanted to visit you!"

"bullshit."

"is it that hard to believe?"

"what the fuck did fred do to you?"

"nothin'?"

"c'mon y/n, you have to tell me. there's a reason why you didn't go to angie and george's tonight."

"i went here because they're super kissy. you guys have space and act normally. i appreciate that."

"you're awesome at lying."

"i'm not lying!"

"does this happen to involve pretoria aphrodite?"

i nodded, sighing, "she's so nice and pretty." i played with my food.

"i bumped into her. she's pretty, but not nice."

"oh?"

"she called me fiercely ugly. she forgot i model for witch weekly too."

"what did you say back?"

"i told her to fuck off."

i laughed, "she was very nice to me. but next time i see her imma kill her."

"of course she was nice to you, you're a lil angel! anyway, she's an animagus, didya know?"

"whoa how did you know?"

"caught her in a jar. she's a fly. who do you think told hermione to catch rita skeeter in the jar?"

i laughed, "rita skeeter is a beetle! gosh, she's annoying."

"what did fred and pretoria do?"

"nothing."

"please tell me?"

"they-" i swallowed, "they were kissing, and so i came here because i didn't wanna watch anymore."

"hang on, he told you he loved you a few days ago?"

i nodded.

"that doesn't seem right."

i shrugged, "pretoria's better than me. i don't blame him."

"his mother would kill him!"

i shrugged again, "i don't think he was legit when he said that."

"molly weasley, y/n!"

"look, he can explain it to you, i don't even wanna hear it. the first stage of mourning is denial, they say."

"doesn't mean it's good."

"denial is awesome. it's ignorance, but you choose to be stupid. i'm already so stupid!" i groaned, covering my face with my hands, "so so so so so so so stupid, foolish, dumb, and i don't want you to tell me i'm not because i know i am. pathetic."

i gobbled down the rest of the meal, "ths 's delicous," i said, swallowing, "g'night!"

"don't be afraid to let it all out."

"yeah."

i shut the door softly, before brushing my teeth and collapsing exhaustedly on the bed, nodding off quickly.

the next day, i woke at 4am, and put on new clothes, apparating to the phone box and filling out paperwork for the missions yesterday.

i joined hermione quickly, handing her a cappucino and sipping my mocha.

"court sitting this early?" she asked me.

i nodded, "mistake of sirius black, now they do all court sittings within 24 hours of arrest."

"that's smart."

"yeah. it's good. he's obviously guilty right? just a dust of veritaserum to bring it all out?"

"i reckon he'll just confess."

"criminals don't go down easily."

"you guys did a spotting job. the children were unharmed."

"are they here today?"

"they're in st mungo's. being monitored."

"parents?"

"dead."

"oh gosh, those poor children. what's going to happen to them?"

"someone's adopting them, wally becker and his wife."

"that's awesome."

the court hushed as we entered the room. hermione and i shared amused glances and began the sitting.

he was found to be guilty and was chucked in azkaban.

"what an idiot, sending a message like that."

"yup," i chuckled, "what with hepole in our ministry, they never escape."

we laughed.

"how's everything with ron?" i asked her.

"i don't know if he's still into me?"

i almost laugh at her statement, "bro. of course he is."

"i never see him."

"then see him more!"

"how? i'm so busy!"

"busy enough for ron?" we both took sandwiches from the canteen lady with courteous smiles and words.

we sat down at the cafeteria.

"i guess not, but he's busy!"

"busy enough for you?"

"i guess not."

"'xactly."

"but he might not wanna go on a date."

"why? the boy's obsessed with you, 'mione!"

the aurors and ministry workers looked at us in fear as i rose up. i chuckled.

i immediately skipped over to the telephone, putting in the WWW's number.

"y/n! what on earth are you doing?" hermione said in a panicked tone.

"nothing to be worried 'bout."

"hello?" it was george. i thanked the heavens for that.

"yolo george, give the phone to your lil bro please."

"'kay."

hermione was gaping at me. i smirked at her.

"y/n?"

"hey ron, i want you to meet me in rosemary park at 5pm today."

"o-okay."

"could you also bring hermione's favourite snacks and wear an extra jumper?"

"what? why?"

"i'm curious, that's all," i said, "see you there!"

"is that y/n?" i heard fred's voice.

"nup, it isn't," i replied.

and with that, i hung up.

"hey 'mione?"

she was glaring at me, "what."

"meet me at rosemary park at 5pm?" i batted my eyelashes at her, before bursting out in laughter.

she laughed, "i love you."

"pfft, love ya too. you really are too careful. like he would reject you."

"what do you think i should wear?"

"let's go off work early today, at 3," i suggested, "we're both on top of our work anyway."

"okay! you wanna go now?"

"it's 11?"

"yeah!"

"alrighty! kalle!"

kalle turned to us, "yes?"

"hi! me and minister are going out to talk about the mission."

"alright, bye."

we apparate to hogsmeade.

"what theme do you wanna go for?"

"hmm," she thought for a second, "floral!"

"alrighty!" i fumbled for my cell phone and dialled the WWW's again.

"hello?" it was fred this time.

"heyo freddie," i said to him like nothing had ever happened, "tell ron to dress up at 5 pm in something cute but not too out there, preferably in florals or somethin', and he better bring me hermione's favourite flowers."

"wha? if he's going with you then- ohhhh."

"thanks, bye."

"wait!"

"mhm?"

"can we talk?"

"erm- about what exactly?"

"everything."

i sighed, "later, okay? i'm out with hermione and you've got work."

"okay. have a good time, lovely."

"you too."

i was utterly confused. here he was one day kissing pretoria, and now he was calling me lovely?

what the hell was going on?

"let's go, mione!"

we went and bought her a pretty pink dress with white lilies adorning it. it was cute and definitely casual, sort of like a sundress.

"what if he doesn't come?" hermione chewed on her lip.

"hermione jean granger, we both know that ron is absolutely definitely a thousand times head over heels in love with you. he wouldn't ditch you for the world! and look at you! anyone can see he's lucky to have you! you both are star-crossed. when has he ever ever ditched you?"

"with lav brown."

"lavender, she's, she's dead, hermione," i said carefully, "fenrir greyback bit her to death. it was a tragic, heroic, death. she was listed in the extended casualties sent to my office a few months after the battle. i think she's watching down on us from wherever she is up there."

"she's dead?"

"yeah," i replied sadly, "life is so short."

"yeah."

"what i'm tryna say, is that that might've happened, but it won't happen again now that he knows you love him and he loves you. understand?"

"yeah."

"and love him well, for the sake of lavender brown."

"for the sake of lavender brown," she said, smiling.

"yup, now, light lord. his name is actually pont knight."

"pont knight?"

"former assistant of me."

"pont knight?"

"yeah, i know right."

"how did he go again?"

"oh, i fired him," i laughed.

"why?"

"smart guy but terribly lazy and he kept asking for promotions! like please do something if you want money."

"interesting."

"he moved to eastern europe to chase after the trendiness of the islands. i think it was just an excuse. he's changed. he used to be clean-shaven and have the blondest hair."

"do you think he did anything else?"

"we did put him on veritaserum, right?"

"yeah, but it's illegal to put someone on it for more than 10 minutes now in court sittings."

"we could go visit him in azkaban later? i'll take gregir."

"yeah, maybe tomorrow or the day after?"

i nodded, "'course. today is a rest day for the aurors right?"

she nodded, "yeah, half of the agency is at home or working out in the gym."

"good. sometimes this work is so tolling, 'mione."

"yeah, i heard from st mungo's you got hurt?" her eyes were concerned.

i rolled up my sleeve, "that's it."

"that's it? what do you mean, that's terrible! you need to take better care of yourself."

"well sometimes it's hard to. it was worth it."

we continued chatting until it was 4:30.

"oop!" she checked her watch, "i have to go!"

"good luck! tell me how it goes, minister! i'll head back to check if anyone's called for you or me and dust it all up."

"thanks. i owe you."

"nah. i owe my job to you. if minister for magic didn't exist, i wouldn't either. i love you 'mione, be safe!"

"love you too!"

i apparated to the phone box and typed my letters in.

with a whoosh, i immediately spotted two letters and a beeping phone. i answered the phone, solving the problem of the woman on the other end of the line and scribbled a reply to both of the letters.

i finished the paperwork and sent it off, then visited my office. it was piling with letters. i answered all of them, redirecting some of them to different departments, before calling everyone back.

i spotted some of the aurors from yesterday's mission sitting in the cafeteria and talking.

i sat down next to them, "how are you guys doing? any injuries?"

they shook their heads, "we've been spending time in the healer's office and just exercising lightly by the orders of johnny," argonas explained and i nodded.

"take it lightly, and go home if you want to. seeing family always helps the process, hopefully not too many nightmares?"

they laughed, "nightmares all the time, miss," hawk said lightly, "get used to it in this job."

i frowned, "have you tried speaking to doctor yvonne? she might have ways to solve nightmares."

"ahh, miss, sleeping draughts can only do so much," hawk replied cordially.

i laughed, "alright, hawkeye, but just make sure you're not getting traumatised okay? what about you, lopex, quentins?"

they shrugged.

"it's okay? the door was very hard to bust into," lopex said quietly, "we had to try several bombarding charms."

"now, lop, it was easy work!" draco said, sitting down, "hello, head auror, hello unit."

it brought on a cacophony of greetings.

"how are you doing, dray?" harry sat down next to him, "hi everyone!"

we all replied with more greetings and a steady conversation started and flowed for a couple of hours.

i felt my cell phone go off and i excused myself, noting it was 9pm already.

i apparated to the apartment doorstep, knocking on the door just in case anything was happening. i checked the caller id, it was hermione.

fred opened the door, hair messy, still good looking. i smiled at him, patting his shoulder as i ran to the ringing telephone and picked it up.

"y/n!" i could just hear the beam in hermione's voice.

"'mione! how did it go?"

"absolutely wonderful, head auror, ahhh, he's so cute!"

"what happened?" i asked, smiling already.

"well it was really cold when i saw the picnic blanket, which was matching my dress for some weird reason, and ron was there in the cutest button up and he looked so handsoME and he gave me a flower, he's always handsome but i just can't! ahhhh!" she squealed and i clapped my hands in excitement.

"and then i was shivering and he gave me hiS JUMPER and it smelled like him and oh my gosh i think i might just be in love, y/n!"

i giggled, "my cooling charm did work!"

"whaT y/n????"

cackling, i said, "continue, i wanna hear more this is so adorable!!!"

i ignored the dirty glance fred gave me, quietening my voice.

"and then we had food and he said he had cooked it himself and was being such a dear and i told him that i loved him over and over again!!!"

i squealed silently again.

"and, and, gosh my english has gone out of the window!"

"english is nothing compared to the language of love!!" i giggled.

"we watched the sunset whilst cuddling, and i fell asleep and then when i woke up i was in his bed and he was looking at me intently and i just, i'm the luckiest girl alive!"

"you are but you deserve it! that's so sweet! i'm happy for you goshhh, you are the cutest couple. you're both such darlings!"

"and then we watched a muggle movie and he got scared of the spiders and it was so adorable ahhhhHHHH!!!"

"that's the cutesttttt," i gushed.

another dirty look from fred. i gave him a frown back.

"and then he walked me home and it started raining and we kissed in the rain and another check off of my bucketlist and oh my gosh he's so perfect."

"oh gosh that's beautiful," i was smiling uncontrollably.

"anyway," her tone changed into one of mischief, "wanna meet up tomorrow to talk about it?"

"sure thing! when and where? i'll be there!"

"erm, lemme chec- think," i heard the suspicious rustling of papers.

"you're sus. let's just talk about it over the phone. i don't want anything weird."

"how about 10 am in the morning at the field of fireflies?"

"that's a highly romantic place, miss minister. isn't it for couples or something?"

"no? you must be talking about fiona farm."

oh. "yeah, probs, well okay, it better have good coffee. i'm dying of boredom too, does it have a playground??" i asked, hopefully crossing my fingers.

"nope."

"awww, shucks, i don't think i'll go then. you wanna come over though?"

"no please come! there's a surprise!"

i was sold, "lovely. i'll be there at 9:30!"

"no, no, don't do that."

"what the hell, hermione, you're being so suspicious!"

"i'm not, okay? just come on time, you won't regret it."

"if there's any funny business i'm not committing arson ever again."

"oh crap."

i sighed.

"just come anyway!!! good night cheerio!!!"

"what the-"

the line ended.

i frowned, noticing the glare fred gave me yet again.

"is everything okay??" i asked him.

"no," he said rudely.

"well, do you need any help?"

"no."

"how was your day?"

"fine."

i sighed, "okay."

"you called ron cute."

i laughed lightly, "that's it?? and so what's kissing a girl huh, nothing? i called him cute because he treats 'mione like a goddess, because she is a goddess, for goodness sake. and he is cute, in a completely objective way," i added absentmindedly, "all you weasleys are."

he frowned.

"she kissed me!"

"oh i don't mind, i couldn't. my two braincells can't handle it. you kiss whoever you wanna, okay? live, laugh, love, and all that." i smiled.

he was silent.

"and we can talk after i meet up with hermione, okay?"

"okay."

"we don't needa if you don't wanna, of course. g'night."

"have a nice sleep."

the next morning, i got up and went to the field of fireflies or whatever.

it was a beautiful place. it was a full on field. meadows stretched across the near english countryside. the sky was clear and light, and the world around me was stunning.

winds blew from all directions, and i soon found myself accio!ing a jumper.

"hermioneeee???" i called, "you're leaving me hanging."

had hermione stood me up? i chuckled at the very thought, soon rolling in the field of flowers as i laughed.

"hermione you devil you stood me up! you left your poor little work wife hanging!" i shouted dramatically.

i suddenly spotted a little house? by the side of the meadow.

i ran towards it.

"whoa."

it was absolutely magnificent. beige little bricks were stacked on top of each other, grey bricks dotted in. the shillings were dark green, and plants hung out everywhere in the cracks of the house.

large windows which reflected the blue light in the sky spanned across the whole house, and a single wooden door stood ajar.

i just wish i had brought a camera. i sat on the grass, playing with the hem of my jumper sadly. even hermione didn't have time for me. i wondered what a sad person i must seem like.

"contemplating life there?" i heard a far off voice. i swung my head around, seeing fred standing and grinning.

yeah well duh i was, no thanks to you, i thought.

i immediately got up.

"we can talk here, right?" fred asked, as he brought me into the house.

"wow," inside, it was cluttered and messy, with plants sprouting everywhere and bookcases and things everywhere. i loved it.

"you like it?" he asked.

"love it."

"good, because i bought it," he laughed at my flabbergasted expression, "i'm rich, darlin'. let's sit, i cooked lunch."

"was this your plan? to have hermione stand me up?" i asked.

"love, i wouldn't call this a plan. simply just a boy trying to explain himself."

"look i don't need an explanation. i told you, you can love whoever you wanna, i don't mind, i don't care, i support."

"but i'm gonna have to explain because i wanna kiss you."

"then go ahead," i sighed, "if you're lying i will stab you."

"jeesh okay."

i looked at him.

"oh yeah, i forgot the food, here," he said casually, handing me a plate filled with yummy looking delicacies. i was willing to put up with his rubbish story telling for the food, i guess.

"alright, i'm all ears."

"okay. so she talked with you right?"

i nodded.

"did she take a piece of hair from you?”

i nodded again.

"so you came home just right about when the night lights flicker on in london. or so i thought it was you. it was actually, aphrodite, yeah? in polyjuice potion. and she knocked on the door, which i thought was strange. i opened it and she immediately kissed me, as you. and it was weird but it was you and i would give the world to kiss you like that," he said bluntly and i could feel my face heating up, "and then it went like that for a few seconds and she turned into pretoria, and by then the woman had her claws on me. then the door opened and i knew i had made a mistake and then you left and apologised so sweetly. i'm so so sorry, my love, please, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to do anything. i broke up with her last year. i haven't wanted to be with her since. i want to be with you."

i looked at him. i knew he was genuine.

"okay. i'm sorry too, for not trusting you. i guess i was just really unsure of our relationship. it's still kinda blurry."

"what do you wanna be?"

"could we be official, please?"

he grinned, "of course."

then smiling sheepishly, he added, "can i kiss you now?"

"only if i'm the only girl you kiss from now on," i teased, smiling.

he blushed, placing my hands over his heart. it was beating very very fast.

"feel that, beautiful?"

i nodded.

"only you."

he gave me a cheesy grin and laughed at my blushing face, before tilting my head upwards and going in for a kiss but kissing my cheek.

"that's not fair!"

and that's how his head ended up falling into my lap, as i ran my fingers through his ginger strands.

he had fallen asleep just as the sunset began.

it was breathtaking. hues of orange and red danced across the sky.

"i can think of something a lot more beautiful than that," fred said, smiling.

"oh?"

"yeah. yeah."

"i don't believe you."

"that's because you can't see yourself right now."

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quidfree · 5 years ago

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i would never say no to those two!

12: kiss on the nose

she’s two weeks into dating james before she finds herself alone with sirius again.

this in itself is not surprising; where james goes sirius follows, and vice versa, so it’s not like she’s had much of a chance to catch him alone. james is on head boy duty, though, settling some kind of fight between fifth year ravenclaws which caused three of the castle stairs to turn into slides, and so it’s just the two of them heading off to hogsmeade, more by accident than anything else. a month ago she would have been quite excited about it; now, though....

things between them have been odd. in a way lily was more friends with sirius than she was with james, before. god knows why- sirius was just as bad, and less remorseful, for the severus issue, but she’s since learnt the perils of even sarcastically indulging sirius black. they’d been friendly for a solid year by the time she admitted to herself that james potter had gotten under her skin, and in a way it had made things easier come seventh year, to have him as a buffer.

since the start of the year, though, sirius has changed, somehow. for a while he’d reverted to the barbed mockery of earlier years, sting disguised by laughter, but that had faded quickly; the last while he’s been nothing but charming and as approachable as he gets. it’s off, though, and she doesn’t know when she started paying attention enough to notice, but she has- he is almost physically removed, nowadays, impenetrable distance between them.

she’s not an idiot. it comes down to her dating james, obviously. but the specifics- understanding whatever cardinal sin she’s committed- those she struggles with. sirius isn’t like other boys. he may well resent her for supposedly taming james and himself by extension, but he could equally resent her for just about any other obscure slight.

it bothers her, she’s come to realise. it bothers her a lot. and the reasons for that are just as convoluted as sirius black’s own frustrations.

“you’re quiet,” sirius says, startling her out of her thoughts. he has a very dramatic way of going silent; when he’s quiet it’s an all-consuming sort of quiet.

“thinking about those stairs,” lily answers, offering him a smile. a while ago she might have jokingly linked their arms together but now she feels awkward doing it.

fucking ridiculous. she managed to get all this way into james potter without feeling too stupid about it, and sirius black is the one she’s tongue-tied around.

“ah, kid’s stuff,” sirius snorts, waving a hand. “it’s the same kind of spell they have on the gryffindor dormitory stairs.”

“oh, that archaic nonsense,” lily says, and rolls her eyes. “like people don’t find ways around it.”

“spare me the details,” sirius leers, and it’s jokey but his eyes match the forbidding grey of the winter sky and she just wishes there was some way to shake answers out of him.

“i’m fairly sure you will be first to know if anything of that sort happens,” she says aloud, turning to look towards hogsmeade as it bustles merrily ahead. god, she doesn’t even know where they’re going. he’s following her lead today, being amenable, and she thinks that’s probably worse than the alternative. “james isn’t exactly discreet.”

“you may be right,” sirius concedes, puff of laughter visible in the wintery air. there is healthy colour in his cheeks from the cold, but he never goes pink, lily has noticed. beneath him, she supposes. twat.

“marlene mentioned she saw peter and yvonne heading into town today,” she says, kicking herself mentally into gear, because she needs to get a grip and gossip is an easy avenue for it. “i don’t suppose you know anything about that?”

“pettigrew’s got a girl?” sirius asks, brow quirking and smile going toothy. “well i never. do you know, he has been awfully cocksure lately. i reckon this is a first date.”

“good for him,” lily says, laughing a little. “god knows yvonne could do with a confidence boost. i’m glad he’s actually asked her out.”

“that’ll be what remus was being so sneaky about the last while,” sirius decides, shaking his head. “like we’d do anything to sabotage our precious pete’s happiness! honestly. he wounds me.”

“asshole,” lily laughs, before she can overthink it, because the innocence dripping from his words spells trouble and sirius can be such a dick to peter. “can’t you just leave him be? it must be very hard for him to get girls with friends like you lot.”

“we’ve never interfered with peter’s love life!” sirius protests, hand to heart. “hell, i tried to set him up with four different girls, but he fucked it up each time. there’s only so much you can do for the bloke.”

“i’ll believe it when i see it,” lily cautions, then shakes her head. “anyways that’s not even what i meant.”

“what did you mean, then?”

“don’t feel like sharing, now,” lily declares, and sets off at a quicker pace. no need for any unwarranted ego boosts, though she really does pity peter for having to fight for scraps.

“oi!” sirius exclaims, catching up quickly. “you wound me, woman. i thought we had a bond of confidence.”

“i wish we did,” lily says, and means it more than she lets on. “unfortunately, i’ve heard too many tales of woe about your roguish charms to trust you outright with my innermost thoughts.”

“roguish, me?” sirius protests, walking backwards to face her. “evans. honestly. name your sources.”

“james,” lily says, impish, and pushes past him.

the thing with sirius, she thinks, as they descend bantering down the hill, is that she really likes him. that’s the crux of it. if it was just her boyfriend’s mate, she wouldn’t care about impressing him and whatnot. they’re plenty civil, after all. and it’s not that she worries that if they don’t get along better james will dump her- he might, if it got down to it, because sirius does have first dibs, but the two of them are so intertwined that if it stays awkward she’d probably have to dump james anyways in the long run. no, it’s that lily gets it- gets why james adores him so much, anyways. he’s quick-witted and daring and bold and a fierce friend, and above all lily wants to be friends with him.

if it came down to it, she might prefer just being friends with the both of them, if that’s what it takes. because she really, really likes james (she can admit that, if only to herself, post two years of denial), but she also really likes sirius, albeit in a different way, and she doesn’t see why she should have to choose one over the other just so she can slap the boyfriend label on him.

god, if she just knew what sirius’ deal was with her, that she could make an informed choice, know what to say...

the thought pulls her short as they enter hogsmeade, and she stops dead in her track, frowning hard. what the hell is wrong with her? since when does she stew silently on these things? they’re gryffindors, the both of them, they confront this type of nonsense. what has she been waiting for? sirius to make the first move? ridiculous. she could kick herself.

“earth to evans,” sirius says, raising a brow, and she steels herself, meets his gaze dead-on.

“i know what we’re doing today.”

his second brow rises to meet the first. “sounds high stakes.”

“we,” lily declares, “are going to madam puddifoot’s, so we can spy on peter’s date. we will play the part of the cloying couple if interrogated, but mostly for my entertainment. and most of all, before we go suffocate in glitter and hearts, you are going to tell me what your deal with me is, so that we can fix it.”

sirius blinks slowly at her, eyes shifting tones and expression unreadable barring light surprise. for a moment she thinks he’s going to deny all charges, then his gaze goes sharp, almost violent, and he leans in uncomfortably close.

“what makes you think it’s fixable?”

her pulse thuds once, off beat, then she gives him a look back, loops his scarf tighter. “i reckon it is. and if it isn’t i suppose i’ll probably be entitled to hex you as consolation.”

there is a second where she thinks it could really go either way, sirius’ features locked into distant scrutiny, and then with transformative abruptness a smile cuts through his stony expression, eyes flashing bright with amusement.

“yeah, fair enough, then. shall we?”

“i knew you’d listen to reason,” lily affirms, serene, and hooks her arm through his. “start talking.”

“don’t know where to start,” sirius says, easily enough, though it sounds wary. which is understandable, lily thinks, so she ignores her own slightly shaky self-esteem on the topic and pushes forwards for his sake, watching the flow if students in and out of shops around them.

“well, i’ll give you your options, if you like. you tell me if i’m right.”

“oh, i have options, do i?”

“i’ve been thinking about it a lot,” lily confesses, because despite their casual tone she’s really quite serious about all of it and she has the feeling sirius should know that. nearby some third years shriek with laughter outside zonko’s.

their eyes meet, green to grey, and he looks away.

“so it would seem,” sirius replies, belated, smiling wryly. there’s something briefly tired to him before he tosses his hair out of his eyes. “well, go on, then.”

she gives herself one second of reprieve, then starts, tone companionable. “do you think i’m terrible on my own merits and don’t deserve james?”

“oh, yeah, that’ll be why,” sirius retorts, scoffing like she’s joking. “don’t be ridiculous. i’ve always said you were the best girl in our year.”

“right,” lily manages, caught off guard, then has to pause to respond properly. “you’re not so bad yourself.”

this makes sirius smile, at least in the eyes, so she presses on, relaxing a fraction. “fine. so- you think i’m a bad influence, maybe.”

“what, cause james grew up after fifth year?” sirius asks, lightly. his gaze is thoughtful, though, like this one isn’t so off target. “don’t think you can take credit for it, really. james’ type tends to develop more of a conscience at some point. was inevitable. and there were other triggers in fifth year.”

he says the last part wryly, but lily recalls those godawful weeks in fifth year where james and sirius hadn’t spoken, and though no one but the marauders had ever known just what had happened, she doesn’t press the issue.

“okay,” she says, and then has to bolster herself, because if this is right she’s not sure how it’ll go down. “so- you think i’m stealing him.”

sirius doesn’t quite still, because in a way it isn’t a surprising next offer, but something in his eyes shutters.

“hm. not quite.” his smile is impish when he looks at her. “our relationships are slightly different, you’ll have noticed.”

“yes, you’re far more symbiotic than we will ever be,” lily replies, deadpan, but her mind has caught onto it, for some reason, and she pauses, rewinds, feels her chest constrict a little with an odd mixture of feelings.

their relationships are slightly different. obviously they are. it’s just- now that she thinks about it, it’s not necessarily in the way people would assume. and she’s never really thought about it because they’re boys, and they’re boyish, and people whisper about these things but never seriously, except in retrospect she feels like a fool for never contemplating it properly. because lily has lived with james and sirius for seven years, and she knows them, and she knows what they’re like, and she’s seen them through every iteration of themselves, and she thinks with dawning clarity that maybe she understands why sirius would balk once she got involved, actually. maybe this explains the odd guiltiness that has stayed her hand for so long.

“sirius,” she says, mind still buzzing but tone urgent, and stops a little, trying to get her words in order. “i just- it’ll never be one or the other, you understand? i’m not- i don’t want what’s yours.”

“what’s mine is yours,” sirius replies, ironic, like she’s being dramatic, but it’s not what she means, and she grabs him by the shoulders, makes their eyes meet.

“no, it’s not. but i don’t mind if it’s the same thing. you can have it too so long as i get my own. all right?”

it leaves her lips before she can think too much about it; her pulse is racing, and for a moment she envisions petunia’s face if she were hearing what lily’s offering, but she’s not afraid, not really, because this makes the most sense, after all is said and done. dating james is in part dating jamesandsirius and lily doesn’t mind jamesandsirius so long as she has james. hell, so long as she has sirius too, it would seem.

sirius, who frowns like he must not be understanding her right, sirius whose eyes are dark and grey and expectant, who bests lily in charms some days and learnt how to work a cassette player over summer so they could trade tapes. sirius who she wants very dearly to say yes, now that she knows what she can offer.

“lily,” sirius says, cautious, slow, “you’re not- you can’t just share like that. you can’t give that away.”

“can’t i?” lily asks, emboldened. “was that not what you were intending on doing, without saying anything? no, that’s right- you were just going to give the half of it up, like an idiot.”

“salazar’s sake,” sirius protests, now disbelieving, shaking his head like a wet dog. “you must be joking. evans, you’re- you’re a lovely young woman, you are not calling splitsies on your future husband-”

“well, you had first dibs,” lily interrupts, “and i do not steal other people’s men, so you’ll have to tough up and say yes or i’ll go off and dump james and tell him you were being very unreasonable.”

sirius laughs, incredulous, snaps: “yeah, cause james doesn’t have a say in this? james’ been obsessed with you for two years, you silly twat, he wants you.”

“sirius black,” lily says, darkly superior. “have you met yourself? james is obsessed with me? who exactly has he not detached himself from since the first day of hogwarts? who currently lives with him?”

when sirius’ expression goes blank at that, she pushes on, giddy with triumphant relief: “james has made his choices, you colossal idiot. plural. you’re just stupid, the both of you, that’s all.”

“well, fuck,” sirius says, after a beat. he glances towards hogwarts, then back, looks at her like he’s never quite seen her before. “you’re really serious about this, aren’t you.”

“dead earnest,” lily answers, and this time he accepts it, something easing in the way he holds himself, a tinge of disbelieving admiration in his gaze.

“you’re unhinged. what exactly do you get out of this?”

“well, james,” lily lists off, ticking her fingers. “can’t have james without you, anyhow. and you, also, while we’re at it. i really wasn’t enjoying the cold shoulder this last while.”

“yeah, all right,” sirius snorts, going keenly curious when he raises a brow. “and where does this all leave you and me, then?”

this one lily isn’t quite so sure about. she thinks she’ll let him handle it- settle into the new status quo and then figure it out for them. she’s done enough of the emotional labour this time around.

all of that can wait for later; she shrugs and takes his hand in hers. “as of right now? disgustingly in love and quite prepared to make a show of it at madam puddifoot’s.”

“ah,” sirius says, considering, and then smiles, sharp and conspiratorial and entertained. “just the way i like to spend my saturday.”

“quite, darling,” lily replies, amused, and then tugs him downwards so she can stand on her tiptoes and kiss him on the nose, lips warm against his cold face, just because she rather suspects no one has ever dared to do so and she enjoys being the first. “shall we?”

“you’re a minx, beloved,” sirius says, recovering remarkably, the split-second shock a memory lily will treasure forever. “lead the way.”

poor peter has the worst first date of his life.

#reposting bc tumblr didn't want me to edit the og #prompts #my writing #qui ecrit #qui repond #lmv #sirius #lily #not sure what the ship name is #sirius and james is starbucks so...#pumpkin spiced latte #??

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yvonnesrespite · 7 months ago

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Is this how a queen feels when her kingdom crumbles? It’s not the barbarians taking Rome. It’s not a violent rapture or a lightning strike to a tree. It’s the simple tone that makes her glass castle shatter. Not crystal, not bulletproof, not titanium. In a world where Yvonne is supposed to be the queen of the show, the spotlight’s beloved in the rabble, she is for once brought to see that the glass was cracking and slowly chipping away.

As much as she hates to admit it, she’s scared.

So scared.

Yvonne isn’t one that’s intimidated by being alone. She prefers walking her own path and following her own principles. A free spirit, and a fiery one at that. Anyone that’s tried to step in her way is usually swatted to the side by her witty roasts. Grey was right in whispering those words softly right now, because instead of the steel that everyone assumes she’s made of, it’s as if it’s acetone in her veins. It’s like realizing she was never bulletproof glass. She’s human.

Her hand clutches his shirt as she is fully enveloped into this kind embrace.

She’s human.

“But I used to be like that, Grey. There’s evidence if they dig it up. There’s a track record. History, stories-”

No doubt that there’s been times where Yvonne has been known to play the field and break hearts. To much surprise though, it’s been a while since Yvonne decided to pick up another heart to toy with. There hasn’t been much of that lately. Hell, she was sure some of their colleagues started seeing her as more approachable these days. Still fearful of her roasts and resting bitch face, but the fear is sometimes leaning towards respect more often than not. “I’m not that person anymore. I swear, I can prove it, I can.”

Bargaining, even though Grey confirmed that nothing can shake him where he stands and push him away from her.

“Why does it bother me so much? I could handle it before. I could flaunt it. Why does it hurt so much now?” She’s rambling, her voice weak and worn from the adrenaline tightening her throat and her chest.“If there’s anything I can do to just make sure that you won’t run off if they keep blabbing on, please. I-”

For the woman who could get anything she wanted with her wit and charm and absolutely shimmering energy, it’s strange to see her so worried about losing something. But that’s the thing; You can replace a designer bag, and you can rebound after a bad date and keep finding new loves.

She now puts it all together in her head. It makes so much sense that she feels sick. She had everything, or could get everything, but having something doesn’t mean it’s worthwhile. Something came into her life and shook her to her core but made her grow in the best ways possible. Something came into her life to soften her sharp words and tell her that she can lower her weapons.

Someone came into her life and gave her more priceless things than she could count. Lessons, growth, kindness, patience, and he can disappear just as easily as they collided. When the person that makes you understand that you’re not too hard to love is swept away, where do you go from there?

If I act like I don’t care; It’s ‘cause I care too much

Closed RP with @drgreysonmd

Akso’s cafeteria was a bit of a lively place some days. Chatters of the patients, loved ones, nurses, and other staff fill the air. Of course there’s the scent of all the delicious food being cooked and served as well. People are sharing their time together, laughing, questioning, answering, you know; socializing. If there’s a social ecosystem amongst the Akso staff, then it’s easy to assume who would be near the top of the food chain.

One of these possible candidates is sitting at a table near the back. She brings the coffee cup to her perfectly glossy pink lips. Perfect like the way she sits. She doesn’t even have to say she’s at the top because it’s all in how she holds herself. Even casually. Even unknowingly. It must be nice to exude such confidence and power. Especially when the social climate amongst nurses is known to be quite cutthroat.

Is it that nice? Are they that nice?

In the middle of taking the sip the young nurse pauses. Familiar voices catch her ear and usually she doesn’t pay much attention. She’s learned to tune out the chatter to focus on performing her job to the best of her abilities. After all, that’s why she works here. She wants to help others. She-

“...is such a try-hard. I heard she gets special treatment from Dr. Zayne,” says one of the voices nearby. This shouldn’t be much of a concern to the subject of focus here though, which is this particular nurse sitting at the table with her tea. She’s just minding her own business. Unless her name is called, then it certainly shouldn’t be of any concern t-

“Oh totally! The other day, I saw Yvonne come out of Dr. Zayne’s office looking totally wrecked. Messy hair, dazed, like, she HAS to be hooking up with him. That’s the only way she’s so well known.”

“How many do you think she’s-”

The screeching of the metal chair on the tile floor halts the conversation of the young women nearby, who happen to be interns. Usually Yvonne could handle the jabs and jests of her co-workers, and even put the catty interns in their place with some memorable reality checks. She was Yvonne of Akso, after all. She was tough. She was untouchable. Trying to land a hit on her would be like punching a steel chestplate. It won’t work.

Yet there’s no retort. No comeback. Not even a glance. These interns haven’t had a taste of Yvonne’s pettiness. They don’t even get the chance either. She’s already walking out of the cafeteria and down some random hall. The coffee cup that both of her hands were wrapped around is now sitting on the table. Abandoned like the conversation that the interns were having nearby. Not completely, actually.

“Do you, uhm, think she heard us?”

#♡ lnds yvonne #♡ one steep forward #♡ nurse yvonne's rps #♡ lnds rp #♡ closed rp #♡ dr grey's blue skies; drgreysonmd #♡ linkon playground #(don't touch me)#(i am certainly not feeling the lump in my throat)#(thats you)#(what is crying)#(my eyes are just sweating)

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bellabooks · 8 years ago

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“Pretty Little Liars” recap S7 Ep 13: Hold Your Piece

Previously on Pretty Little Liars, Emily was up to her ears in dyke drama and Hanna was attacked by the one thing she loved most: designer shoes. We open at the Hastings barn, where Spencer wakes up to the sound of a crying baby from A.D.’s board game phone. Despite lowering the volume and turning off the phone, the crying persists, driving Spencer nuts. She calls the Liars over (except for Ali, who is Out Of Town this week) and each Liar refuses to take the phone home with them…until Hanna lays her hands on it. Guess it’s Hanna’s turn to play the game. Hanna also says that Alison’s married name, Alison Rollins, sounds like a mouthful of muffin. Incidentally, Mouthful of Muffin sounds like a delightful romantic comedy about two gals who open a bakery together. Okay, the film opens on two cute girls innocently kneading some dough… Hanna’s dress has landed in style sections and blogs, but before she can celebrate, Emily finds a blogger blind item calling the dress stolen. Also, Hanna still hasn’t told Caleb about the board game, which makes no sense…like, he’s been involved in seven years of A shenanigans, why keep him out of the loop now? Spencer is at the Brew, where she runs into Toby, who tells her that Yvonne woke up from her coma. As he rushes back to the hospital, Spencer sees Det. Marco wearing a sweater so tight you can see his nips. He invites her out for a day of awkward flirting, and tells her it will make him feel better for not finding the person who shot her. UGH what is wrong with men. Wanna waste some time with me and my overly sheer sweater? Wanna find the person who shot me? Aria and Hanna decide to track down Sydney to see if she’ll drop a trail of bread crumbs that lead to Jenna. Aria needs the distraction, since every time she turns on the TV she’s met with Nicole and Ezra frolicking in Central Park with their miraculous love. Hanna gets a text from A.D. and there’s an ominous knock at the door. Who could it be? It’s a dummy with Hanna’s face sewn on! The dummy has a cord in the back that, when pulled, tells Hanna to look for the appendix. Hannaquin 2: On the Move! Caleb sees the Hannaquin and immediately knows it’s a classic A move. He pulls out a big ol’ bag of spy stuff for the Liars to stalk Sydney with, and heads to the barn to hack his way into the board game. Meanwhile, Hanna goes through every appendix in every book in the loft, before realizing that it’s of course the Hannaquin’s appendix inside the doll body. Lucas swings by the loft to remind Hanna that they have a meeting with Japanese investors that night. Hanna is pumped for the meeting and ready to show off her designs. What could possibly go wrong? Hanna, I’m not leaving you for this Hannaquin. This beautiful, sexy Hannaquin… There’s also a big chunk of time spent on Marco and Spencer playing ping pong in a children’s after school program, where they flirt and we learn SO MUCH about Marco’s sad childhood. SNOOZE. There’s seven episodes of this series left, and guess what mystery I don’t want solved? Knockoff Toblerone’s sob story. Why are they spending time on this? It’s even more frustrating when we realize that Yvonne is definitely gonna die in this episode. How do we know Yvonne is going to die? Let’s look at the evidence: she spends the entire episode planning her fantasy future with Toby after they have a quickie hospital wedding. Sorry Yvonne, but I know my way around a soap opera, and this is classic soap. It’s been nice knowing you Yvonne. So I’m dying AND I don’t get a love story with Emily? This show sucks. Back at the loft, Hanna has prepped a Dexter-worthy kill room and begins the operation of Hannaquin. She cuts the doll open and removes a bloody plastic bag with a pair of kitchen tongs. The bag contains a dress for her to wear for her investor’s meeting, which can best be described as a racist Halloween costume. Meanwhile, Emily and Aria team up to cyber-stalk Sydney, and find that she’s now a world traveling banker with a swanky apartment in Fishtown (clearly the gayest of the Philadelphia suburbs). They find pics of Sydney taking photos of the senator’s daughter, leading them to believe that she leaked the stolen dress story on Jenna’s behalf. Could Sydney be the second shooter? Could Emily be moving to Fishtown? So many questions, and so few answers. Emily, I promise, once we’re done sleuthing we’ll look for a tasteful two bedroom in Fishtown. Also, I refuse to write more about this Spencer scene, but I just wanted to let you know that I wrote “this guy blows” about Marco no less than three times. Emily and Aria pull up to Sydney’s office, and Aria starts hacking into the office wifi like she’s some sort of Mona. Apparently, Caleb taught her all about hacking in like, an hour, which is surprising to Emily since Aria spent most of 9th grade with her phone on airplane mode. Emily sees Sydney leaving the office and goes to follow her. Emily tries to pretend that she accidently ran into Sydney, but Sydney sees right through her. Emily Fields: great lesbian, horrible liar. She questions Sydney, who reveals that she only took the photos to help Jenna with a practical joke, and that they drifted apart. Likely story. You’re my OKCupid date? I need to move to a town with more than 5 lesbians. Emily hops back in the car with Aria, and they tail Sydney to a vision center, where they overhear her making a deposit for Jenna’s new eyeballs. You know, that old eyeball layaway gambit. Sydney says that the deposit should read from A.D. aka anonymous donor, and Aria realizes that A.D. is paying Jenna off, possibly for luring the Liars to the blind school. The plot thickens! Emily and Aria storm up to Sydney, where Aria Montgomery of all people plays the bad cop! She slams Sydney into the wall and demands to know what she’s hiding. Damn, where’s this girl been for seven seasons? Sydney says that the deposit was just a favor for one of the bank’s clients, and warns the Liars to stay away from Jenna. Aria hands her back her yoga bag, and Sydney says “Namaste, bitch” which is delightful. Sydney also calls Aria a chihuahua, which is hilarious because they both have big eyes and look constantly scared. What dogs would the other Liars be? Emily would probs be an Irish Setter, Hanna would be a fancy poodle, and Spencer would be an Weimaraner. Mona would obviously be a Persian cat. In the kerfuffle, Aria planted a tracker in Sydney’ bag, so they can keep tabs on her. These two are giving me serious Cagney and Lacey vibes. I came here to date creepers and kick ass, and I’m all out of creepers! JK they’re everywhere. Spencer arrives home to find Caleb examining the board game. He is literally examining it with a stethoscope, which looks ridiculous. Maybe after he’s done he’ll give the board game a lollipop. Spencer and Caleb haven’t really spent any time together since they broke up, but they both agree that they want to be friends, and then remark over how easy it is to go back to normal. This is bananas, because no one would be that blasé about screwing their best friend’s boyfriend. Some of us still hide behind cars/fruit stands/other people when we see our exes, I’m just sayin’. Who knew these props from our Grey’s Anatomy roleplay would come in handy? Before they can share a drink and reminisce about the times before they boned, Caleb pries up a piece of the board game and gets blasted in the face with poison gas. He starts choking, and Spencer calls 911. Damn, this board game is elaborate. I would not be surprised if this thing grew teeth and tried to take a bite out of the Liars at this point. Hanna shows up at Radley wearing a trench coat over her terrible dress. She tells Lucas that no matter what goes down in the meeting, she’ll always be grateful to him for taking a chance on her and being such a good friend. Before the meeting can even start, she finds out that Caleb is in the hospital and splits, leaving Lucas with her dresses and sketches. Caleb is recuperating in the hospital when Hanna rushes in. He’s worried that A.D. will be angry about her messing up the game, but Hanna doesn’t care. She later gets a text saying she won’t be getting a puzzle piece, which, whatever. The Liars talk about how unfair the game is, and realize that the goal of the game is to keep them off-kilter and bickering at each other. Spencer goes to visit Yvonne, only to find a devastated Toby: Yvonne is dead. Aria arrives home to Ezra’s apartment and sees a shadowing figure waiting for her. She grabs a knife, but it turns out to be Nicole. Chihuahua powers activate! Det. Marco opens an envelope from A.D. that contains a moldy old severed finger. Is it from Mrs. DiLaurentis? Or Bethany Young? Or some other dead person? Tune in next week, when we find out who killed Jessica DiLaurentis, and just how much gas is in that board game. Tweet me your feels/Liar-dog pairings at @ChelseaProcrast http://dlvr.it/P3hJ1d

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