#Cheer!evelyn

[cheerleaderman]

Evelyn Franklin

Basic info

Age: 16

She/her

Height: 165 cm

Birthday: October 25th

Hometown: ???

Class: 1-C

Dorm: Diasomnia

Dominant hand: Left

Nickname: zombie, Eve, patches, viperfish (Floyd)

Favorite food: lollipops, gummy worms, pudding

Like/hobbies: walking, sewing, dogs, abandoned places, fun patterns, dolls , books , horror stories

Dislike: bitter medicine, pranks that go to far

Family: Father

Best subject: Alchemy

Talent: sewing, finding the right parts for stuff , sneaking out

(more under cut)

More info

Her mother left when she was 2 leaving her with her controlling father who usually keeps her in the house. She spend most of her time playing with dolls and reading books. He father would also make her study a lot of things pertaining to science and medicine

Her only friend was the family dog named Ghost he was supposed to be more like a guard dog but her father saw him as to friendly.Ghost sadly passed away when she was 14

When she got older she was allowed a little bit more freedom and would walk around the neighborhood but was kind a wary about talking to others until she met someone who would become her best friend. She would start sneaking out when ever she could sometimes giving her father sleep medicine

Her scars are due to an accident that happened when she was 12

Others think she’s kinda weird giving that it looks like she’s zoned out when very focused but others don’t know she has been listening to everything

she doesn’t talk much about her family and taking the opportunity to learn about the world at NRC

Has a soft voice

A future friend of Flori

[arrowheadedbitch]

I'm watching Three Cheers For Evil with my gf, and when Benny recognizes the magic symbol for immortality in Grandma's yearbook, I pointed out to her how it was ridiculous that *she* never noticed it yet Benny knew it from memory already and she shot back with a take that made me gasp holy shit,

Benny recognizes the symbol because he WANTS to be immortal and his grandma doesn't really think of it that much so she hasn't really looked at it twice

Aajdjdhajfjjrjdufjsjfkdjdkdj omg such a good take @mac-cheez I love you

[moeblob]

@crazify linked me in a "spell your URL out with songs" post and I was like hmmmm probably not. I'm pretty shy with my music tastes. Then I did this anyway and not only picked song titles but also the specific OC from OIFIL that I would associate it with.

Yes, B is just the same song. I didn't really have many B titles that could fit Rick..... so I just slam dunked him like a leech onto Karen's B song. It actually still works for him so its fine.

[musicalartist156]

"𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎"

I drew this months ago pls dont crush me..!!!

[cafemilk-tea]

Mingyu ripping evies tights and fucking her hard and slow

ANON???????!/!$-$/&/&&/&/&/&/!:!/$/&/&;$!,!;&:@/@;&,!:&&:!,!:&:!,&:&:

‼️nsfw under the cut 🔞 minors dni ‼️

alright gather round and listen up 🤭🤭 he has her laid out on the kitchen table, skirt left on and they just go to town. evie’s whining bc those were a pair of her favorite tights and gyu’s promises of him buying all the tights in the world and he fucks her so slow they’re both feeling like they’re in absolute heaven …. that is until one particular word evie mutters flips the switch and the rest is history….

[lozerzeno]

Why is Caleb and Evelyn so Three cheers for sweet revenge coded

[totaleclipse573]

First of all Total, let me make it 100% crystal clear that YOU ARE LOVED!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you feel better soon, so I am here to offer my services to talk. :) Here's a few questions for ya.

What are the favorite foods of your OCs?

In the Clone AU, does anyone else besides Shadow and Tails (I think) know Eclipse is a Clone?

Do you have any headcanons about Starline and his past? :]

🥺This made me smile <3 Thanks sm

The favorite foods for each of them? That's quite the list...

Terios - Loves both mac n cheese and cookies. Not at the same time though....possibly

Doleon? Hmm...he'd like meaty stuff, of course. Not sure what specifically...he also just eats rocks /gen

The Chaos Sibs (who I need to talk about more) are all different. Sky likes biscuits, Rose loves cupcakes (specifically chili chocolate cupcakes, pyrokinesis gives her a reaaaally high spice tolerance level in general,) Zoom is a simple boy. Peanut butter sandwich.

Penny loves pizza, Evelyn probably likes poundcakes with whipped cream, and I think Pollux would try those mini zebra cakes and go starry eyed (possibly literally)

2nd question? Yeah, others know. Rouge and Omega, of course, maybe Sonic? At one point? Remember how Clip hadn't gotten to meet anyone in this au. He wasn't redeemed, so for example, if Sonic were to find out, he'd know from others that this was a clone, but uh. What's up with the original you speak of. There was one, apparently! (Also, if we're counting the au of the au, then Starline, too. Bc ofc that happened 🤭)

And the last one. Ohhhhh yes I do. A few silly and one not so silly.

I'm going to assume that by "past," you mean when he was younger, hopefully I'm right 😅

The obvious theatre kid headcanon that is basically canon by this point

Starline isn't his name. It's his last name. He's called Dr. STARLINE. That means its his last name and I will not be changing my mind. What is his first name, I have to know. Give me answers Sega, before I headcanon Perry (this is relevant I promise look : it's probably something he hated so much that he went to great lengths to never reference it ever again in adulthood)

He wasn't really.....cared about. Didn't get much attention. Ever. And it lead him to, in the future, do anything to get the approval of his idol. He's so dedicated to prove that he can and WILL succeed, by any means possible. He HAS potential, and NOBODY CARES. (When character no backstory or explanation for their actions, I give backstory and explanation for their actions. Simple as that.)

He was 100% The Weird Kid™

I've seen most of the interpretations of his past have him come from a wealthy family. I like to think they were literally just normal, and his eggman fanboy-ism happened after witnessing an attack nearby. He's totally normal guys. The place is on fire yeah yeah whatever but look at the TECH on those things

Haven't thought about it much since the single brainburst all of this came from, but there you go!

[evelyn-the-archivist]

🕸Click.

ARCHIVIST

Do I read it out loud, or is it fine to just read it in my head?

JULIA

In your head? Why would that do anything?

ARCHIVIST

Mh. Some books are more powerful than others.

TREVOR

I mean, I'd consider this one pretty powerful.

ARCHIVIST

Fair point. Different kind of powerful, then.

JULIA

Yeah. Definitely feels like a separate thing from Trevor's vampires, or your knowledgey whatever.

ARCHIVIST

It is.

[BRIEF SILENCE]

JULIA

Ah, just give us a knock when you're done.

ARCHIVIST

Of course.

[DEPARTING FOOTSTEPS]

Ahem.

"His-"

[INCREDULOUS] His? Damn it, Gertrude. At least use the right pronouns for them when you inscribe their death onto a page made of their own skin in a cursed book.

"His consciousness faded in and out like the tide. He tried to refuse their drugs, though for what purpose even he could not have said. Perhaps he was simply trying to push away the smell of disinfectant and grief that rose from his hospital bed. She was there sometimes, the one he had followed around the world. There was almost sadness in her eyes. He felt himself begin to slip, the icy certainty of what was happening seeping through his flesh, and as he fell away for the final time, he felt that all-consuming fear. And his only thought was to cry out for his mother. But with the last vestige of his stubborn will, he refused. She would not claim his last moment. He was silent.

[OMINOUS RUMBLE WITH A SIDE OF CRACKLING RISES TO CRESCENDO]

And so Gerard Keay ended.”

GERARD

Evelyn? The hell?

ARCHIVIST

[SOFTLY] Hi, Gerry. Been a while, huh?

GERARD

[SURPRISED] Yeah. It- it has. Did you know?

ARCHIVIST

About what she did to you? Of course I didn't. I would've stopped her, which is probably why she didn't tell me.

GERARD

How is the old hag, anyhow?

ARCHIVIST

Well, she's gotten pretty well acquainted with Terminus in the past year, I'd say.

GERARD

Damn. What finally did her in?

ARCHIVIST

I think... Elias?

GERARD

[LAUGHS INSINCERELY] Fucking perfect. That's a satisfying conclusion if there ever was one.

ARCHIVIST

A satisfying conclusion, hm?

GERARD

Who's her replacement, then? Sasha?

ARCHIVIST

[QUIETLY] No. It's- it's me.

GERARD

...Oh.

ARCHIVIST

I wasn't the first pick, though. Some skeptic named Jon Sims was put in before me and lasted all of seven months.

GERARD

Wow. Elias really dropped the ball on that one, huh?

ARCHIVIST

Who knows? Maybe it was on purpose. Elias may not be a Weaver, but he definitely has his plots.

GERARD

I hated that bastard. It's not enough to be evil, he has to be a smug dickhead about it.

ARCHIVIST

Careful, wouldn't want him to see you saying that.

Er- as nice as it is to catch up, I actually wanted to talk to you about something important.

GERARD

Big surprise.

ARCHIVIST

You worked a lot closer with Gertrude than I did, right? Is there anything you can tell me about the Unknowing that I wouldn't already know?

GERARD

[SIGHS] Straight to business, huh?

ARCHIVIST

I'm sorry, Gerry. You know that's just how our lives are.

GERARD

You call this a life? Not only does being a part of a damn Leitner hurt like hell, I get the fucking pleasure of being a bloody monster manual for the Van Helsings out there.

ARCHIVIST

Is there... is there anything I can do?

GERARD

Rip me out of the book. I'll tell you what I can about the Unknowing, then when you get back to the Institute you burn my page.

[SOUND OF PAPER RIPPING]

[GERARD INHALES SHARPLY]

ARCHIVIST

Done.

GERARD

[CHUCKLES] No hesitation at all, huh?

ARCHIVIST

Not for a friend.

GERARD

...Thank you.

Alright, so Gertrude and I did a lot of busywork trying to figure it out. She figured that since so many aspects of it were replaceable, it couldn't actually be stopped beforehand, just delayed. But once it actually started, it could be vulnerable.

ARCHIVIST

To?

GERARD

Dunno. But she thought she had something that could do it.

ARCHIVIST

Do you know where I could find it?

GERARD

Not long before I ended up in the hospital, she told me that if something got her first, I was… There’s a storage unit on an industrial estate up near Hainault. She said she rented it under the name Jan Kelly, and hid a key for it somewhere in the Archives.

ARCHIVIST

[TO HERSELF] Storage unit near Hainault. Rented to Jan Kelly. Key hidden in Archives.

And she didn't tell you what it was?

GERARD

No. When I asked her, she said she’d show me when we got back to London. Mind you, she had this weird look in her eyes, like it was some kind of a joke.

ARCHIVIST

Oh. That's, hm. Not very funny?

GERARD

Eh, she didn't really tell jokes, so I'm not surprised it fell flat.

ARCHIVIST

Heh. Is there anything else you can tell me about the Unknowing?

GERARD

Don't think so. I can't even guess where or when it'll be. Gertrude only told me about the things I could help her with.

ARCHIVIST

That's alright. You've done more than enough, Gerry.

Wish we'd had a chance to just, hang out at some point.

GERARD

You said it yourself, it's just how our lives are.

ARCHIVIST

Yeah...

Do you think, before I burn you, I could summon you one last time and we can do a proper catch-up? It'd be nice to talk to you without any of the usual stakes.

GERARD

That sounds nice. And you promise it'll just be a chat between friends? No apocalypse talk?

ARCHIVIST

Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.

GERARD

Can't believe you still say that, Evelyn.

Alright, talk to you later.

ARCHIVIST.

Later, Gerry.

I dismiss you.

[STATIC]

[BOOK CLOSES]

[A RUSTLING SOUND, LIKE A SHEET OF PAPER BEING TUCKED INTO A BAG]

[THE ARCHIVIST KNOCKS ON THE DOOR]

I'm done.

[FOOTSTEPS AND DOOR OPENS]

TREVOR

How'd it go?

ARCHIVIST

[NOT FINE] Fine.

TREVOR

I'll get the book back in its box, then?

ARCHIVIST

Yeah.

[FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING WITH BOOK]

JULIA

So. Did he tell you what you needed to know?

ARCHIVIST

As much as they could.

JULIA

They?

Ohhh.

So, you knew them before, huh? How tear-filled was the reunion?

ARCHIVIST

Don't be a dick. We were colleagues who got along.

JULIA

[TEASING] 'Got along'?

ARCHIVIST

[UNAMUSED] I'm aroace.

JULIA

Oh. Uh, sorry.

Want a drink to make up for it?

ARCHIVIST

Please.

[FOOTSTEPS]

JULIA

How'd an American get to be the Archivist of an Institute in London, anyway?

ARCHIVIST

Moved from DC to London in my twenties.

[LIQUID SLOSHING]

JULIA

Which one's better in your opinion, the US or Britain?

ARCHIVIST

The flight in between.

JULIA

[LAUGHS]

Well, if you're heading back up there, Trevor and I won't be able to join you to help with the Unknowing.

ARCHIVIST

I figured as much. You've already done plenty to help, though.

JULIA

And you brought us Max Mustermann's head. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun with that. Plus, if you do save the world…

ARCHIVIST

No 'if'.

[JULIA LAUGHS]

ARCHIVIST

Really though, thank you, Julia. I've actually made some progress thanks to you and Trevor.

JULIA

Well, it’s just killing monsters really, isn’t it?

[THE ARCHIVIST IS SILENT]

[LIQUID SLOSHES]

JULIA

You wanna find an actual pub, instead of mooching off my flask?

ARCHIVIST

Definitely.

Click.

Click.

ARCHIVIST

I don't remember having a tape recorder with me when I talked to Gerry. Are those things just following me around now?

At least they're not trying to kill me.

Yet.

Recording ends.

Click.🕸

[blackcur-rants]

I think part of what makes "Chinatown" such a heartbreaking and devastating movie is that...it honestly starts off as kind of a comedy.

Like seriously, there are a lot of good jokes at the start of that movie. There's the scene where the farmers let their sheep loose in Mulwray's presentation on the dam. There's the scene where Jake is sitting by the pipe and gets hit in the face by water. There's the scene at the mansion where the doorman (played by James Hong if I remember correctly, btw) just casually shuts the door in JAke's face like he's just some annoying salesman. There's poor Jake being basically just a glorified marriage counsellor who gets wrapped up in ridiculously convoluted city politics like a blue-collar Ned Stark. And there's also the kind-of offensive but also dang thematically important joke that Jake hears from his barber and then repeats to customers at his office. It's a pretty funny and witty screenplay for that first half or so.

And then the big swerve happens. And everything changes and is recontextualised, to the point where you can easily see Jake hearing the racist joke from his barber and then repeating it to his customers as a metaphor for generational cycles of violence.

And that's all I'm saying.

[hiitsm]

A Family's Vacation

Your four year old daughter has vacation plans in mind.

Pure Fluff.

-

"Mamá, come sit!" Aubrey squealed as soon as you and your six-month-old daughter Evelyn stepped inside the house. Her tiny hand reached eagerly for yours, her excitement palpable.

Evelyn noticed the cheerful expression on her older sister's face and responded with her own gummy smiles, which made you chuckle softly. "Your big sister seems excited to show us something. Let's go see," you whispered, kissing Evelyn's head tenderly as Aubrey eagerly pulled you along, leading the way.

As the three of you made your way to the living room, you were struck by the cozy setup. The mattress from your bedroom had been brought downstairs, adorned with flickering cozy lights and a spread of snacks, mostly chosen by Aubrey.

It was clear that Alexia had orchestrated everything with Aubrey's eager assistance, directing where each item should go. The scene painted a vivid picture in your mind and brought a soft chuckle to your lips. You noticed your wife still adjusting one of the lights, her attention focused on getting it just right.

"No mami, it's good," Aubrey quickly assured your wife, gently nudging her away from the lights.

"So, what have the two of you been up to?" you asked teasingly, narrowing your eyes playfully. Before anyone could respond, your baby in your arms let out a giggle, clearly amused by the scene unfolding before her, her mami and sister caught in the act.

"¡Hola, mi pequeña hermosa!" Alexia walked up to the two of you and showered little Evelyn with kisses all over her face.

Alexia's tenderness always shone through when she was with you and her daughters, but it was especially evident whenever one of her babies laughed. She would melt into a puddle of affection.

"What about me?" you pouted slightly, earning a chuckle from your wife. "Hola, mi bella esposa," she grinned, giving you a soft kiss.

"And what about me?" Aubrey chimed in mischievously, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"No, you let me carry the mattress all alone!" Alexia playfully scolded Aubrey, swiftly lifting her into her arms and over her shoulder before darting away. "You'll sleep in the doghouse tonight," she teased lightly.

"No, mami, no mami! I'll help make up Mama's mind, remember?" Aubrey's giggles made it hard to understand her words, but you managed to catch a hint.

"What's she changing her mind about?" you asked innocently.

"We've prepared a presentation! Go sit!" Aubrey exclaimed, pushing you towards the mattress. You settled down comfortably and placed little Evelyn in front of you so she could see too.

"Mami, you go sit too, I can do this myself," Aubrey insisted, gently shuffling Alexia towards the mattress. Alexia pretended to be hurt. "But I carried it all downstairs," she protested, though you couldn't help but giggle at their playful interaction.

Alexia always found ways to light up your daughters' lives in every possible way.

"Sí, you are the strength, I am the talking," Aubrey grinned mischievously, giving Alexia another push towards the mattress.

"So, mamá, we have prepared this for you because of the vacation," Aubrey announced confidently. Despite being small for her age, her eloquence always filled you with pride.

"The vacation, mi vida," Alexia whispered in your ear, raising her eyebrows playfully.

You already knew where this was going. It was one of those playful discussions that neither your wife nor your daughter could quite let go of. They were so alike in that way. You found it incredibly cute.

Aubrey hesitated for a moment to figure out how to advance to the next slide of the PowerPoint, but she soon managed it confidently, showing her independent streak, a trait she undoubtedly inherited from your wife too. The PowerPoint was beautifully done, and you knew Alexia had put in the effort.

"Nice PowerPoint, amor," you chuckled softly, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

"You know how hard that was? Took me more than an hour," Alexia huffed in mock annoyance, which only made you laugh.

"So, mamá, you want to go to Ibiza for our summer vacation," Aubrey concluded confidently, echoing a sentiment you've expressed countless times before. It wasn't a long flight, which was perfect with a 6-month-old in tow. You knew the language, you knew the place, a perfect destination for a relaxing family vacation.

But deep down, you knew both your wife and daughter had other plans in mind.

Aubrey clicked to the next slide, revealing the word "Boring!" in large letters, which made her exclamation of "Boring!" even funnier. "It's boring because we've been there so many times before," your daughter declared with determination.

"It's boring, amor," Alexia chimed in with a grin, glancing at you. You playfully rolled your eyes at her.

Little Evelyn squealed with her hands up, a huge grin on her face. "See, even our amorcita pequeña finds it boring," Alexia explained in the softest voice as she picked up your baby daughter and cuddled her close.

"Sí, mamá, Evelyn finds it boring already and she hasn't even been there before," your daughter chimed in mischievously, that familiar naughty glint sparkling in her eyes. It was so adorable that you couldn't help but smile.

Aubrey clicked to the next slide, revealing a huge image of Colombia.

Your wife had fallen in love with the country during your vacation and her foundation work there a few years ago. Since then, she couldn't stop talking about it. Alexia always shared stories with your daughters about your trip to Colombia, which had sparked Aubrey's desire to visit the country too.

You couldn't help but smile as you thought about how much Alexia's passion had influenced Aubrey's curiosity and enthusiasm. Yet, at the same time, you knew the challenges of such a long flight, dealing with jet lag, and managing a baby and a spirited but determined daughter.

It was a dilemma you'd have to navigate carefully.

It was the reason you had been hesitant and kept saying no.

"We should go to Colombia!" Aubrey exclaimed with a big, enthusiastic squeal. "It's beautiful! You both have been there before so you know the way," she added, determined, her thinking face on as she pondered her next words.

"It's true, mi esposa, we do know the way," your wife replied cheekily, facing you again.

"Karol G is from Colombia!" Aubrey's voice was filled with excitement as she started humming one of her favorite Karol G songs.

"Karol G is amazing, you know that, mi vida," your wife chimed in, waving her hands in the air with a dreamy expression.

You knew how much your wife adored Karol G, and while you found the singer pretty amazing yourself, your wife's enthusiasm was just a bit over the top. It made you chuckle to think she had told your daughter that this would be one of the arguments that could win the "case." This earned her one of your famous playful eyerolls, once again.

"The flight is long, but I'll be sleeping and you can give Evelyn her milkies," Aubrey confidently continued her argument. "Just give your milkies to Evelyn, mi amorcita," Alexia added with a grin, looking up at you.

"And mami will take care of everything," Aubrey said cheekily, struggling to hold back her laughter. "And mami will take care of—" your wife began to respond playfully to you, but then she suddenly realized what Aubrey had implied.

"What?!" Alexia exclaimed in such a funny way that set both you and your daughter laughing uncontrollably on the ground.

"No, you will help me pack and carry the suitcases," Alexia declared, gently placing Evelyn back in your arms and tickling Aubrey as if her life depended on it.

"Mami, stop! We have to ask if mamá is okay with this now," Aubrey managed to say in between giggles.

"Okay, fine," your wife huffed playfully.

"So, mamá, what do you think?" Aubrey crossed her arms and raised one eyebrow, just like Alexia did when trying to persuade you about something.

"Okay, fine, but—" you began, but before you could finish, both your daughter and Alexia erupted in screams of happiness, so dramatic that Alexia spun Aubrey around in exhilaration. It felt like they had just won the Women's Champions League Title.

You looked down at your 6-month-old daughter with a soft smile. "What have we gotten ourselves into?" you asked her with a gentle sigh. Evelyn grinned up at you, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh no, you were in on the plot too!" you exclaimed, laughing softly.

"She was!" your wife chimed in enthusiastically before scooping Evelyn up and tossing her gently in the air, catching her to celebrate.

Chuckles and giggles filled the room as your wife and daughter continued their lively celebration.

You watched the scene unfold before you with a heart full of love. Gosh, you loved your family so much.

-

Note: this was just fun to write. Soft Alexia is my fave.

[sweetshuga]

Puppy Love ✧ CS

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

crush!chris! Rumours spread of him and the cheer captain dating.

"Have you heard? Chris and Evelyn are dating!" A girl gossiped with her friend in the girls’ bathroom. "Jill saw them kissing by the old oak," she said, "I mean, they are cute together," her friend shrugged slightly while fixing her make up in the mirror.

Their gossiping and laughter was interrupted by the school bell, "c’mon, the bell’s ringing, Mr. Kendricks will kill us if we’re late again." With that they scurried out of the bathroom and to their class.

You had been eavesdropping, in one of the farther stalls. It wasn’t intentional, you were just about to walk out of the stall when you heard those girls giggling and talking; your curious self couldn’t help it when you heard his name being mentioned but now you wished you weren’t so curious.

Curiosity killed the cat.

The rest of the day went by a blur, you couldn’t shake off that drop in your gut, you felt sick. "I’m overreacting, he’s just my crush, it doesn’t matter— it shouldn’t matter if he gets a girlfriend." You whispered to yourself as you walked towards the local park, hoping nature would soothe your agitation.

The hope quickly diminished when you saw Chris with Evelyn, the cheer captain, hand in hand. Their entwined hands swinging ever so slightly as they walked – both having smiley faces – causing the pit in your stomach to grow tenfold. Turning your heel, you briskly walked the other way, wanting nothing but to get away from the guy you desperately wanted but couldn’t have.

𓆩♡𓆪

despair. 1 2

wc. 255

note. English is not my first language—if you didn't catch on with my poor vocabulary and writing skills.

Isa's notes. Sooo, another series I guess?

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

© sweetshuga

[luvzpagie]

DEAD TO ME!

series masterlist

may 15, 2019

“are you serious paige, you want to reschedule again?” your face was contoured with confusion and irritation, your girlfriend had been putting you off for a couple weeks now.

“i’m sorry baby, i just been busy with basketball and shit” paige sighs, leaning back into the gym wall behind her.

“but i’ve been planning this for so long” you cross your arms, you were beyond fed up with the excuses paige gave you.

“and plus you know i move in a week, i wanna spend as much time as you.” you whined.

paige looks down at her phone, smiling at whatever was the screen.

everyone had her attention but you, and it hurt. you were obviously the last thing on her mind, you just didn’t understand it.

“i’m so sick of being your last priority!” your voice slightly raised, catching the few people around you attention.

paige scratches at the her neck awkwardly, looking up from her phone. “can you not yell? people are staring” she talks in a low tone.

“the fuck? so me yelling is what you care about right now?” your voice cracking, as tears begin to well up in your eyes. you quickly pack up your things.

“y/n- baby please” paige grabs at ur hand trying to stop you.

“no i’m done with you, fuck you paige.” you spat at her, your voice filled with anger and hurt. you snatch you hand away from her storming out of the gymnasium.

leaving her there to soak in what just happened.

august 6 2020

it’s been a year since you broken up with paige. you almost forget her, enjoying your “new” life in cali. but the way things ended wonders in your head, you cringe at it.

“hellooo, earth to y/n”

you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts as your best friend evelyn called out for you, swatting her hand in your face.

“did you even hear what i said” she sassed while passing you a box of your belongings.

“yes ev.” you sigh.

“jeez, no need for the sass” you roll your eyes as you walk her past her to the elevator.

it dings as the doors, a few seconds past waiting for it to get you the level your dorm was on.

as you leave the elevator, you walk to your room.

“ev where’s the room keys?” you watch the girl pat herself down, searching for them.

“shit! i left downstairs!” she yelp, she quickly rushed down to get them.

you put the last bit of clothes away in the mini dresser, you fall back onto your bed sighing from exhaustion.

“finally”

“i’m so glad we getting to share a dorm!” ev clapped, you smiled, it was so long since you had seen her. you felt a sense of peace knowing you guys were together again.

the dorm goes quiet for a while, leaving you in your thoughts again.

“you hungry?” you squint your eyes at ev.

“how’d you know?” the curly head girl looks almost as if your dumb. “im your best friend duhh! i know everything”

“okay weirdo”

“cmon!” she said grabbing her keys off the desk.

august 8 2020

it’s been two days since you’ve moved in, it was the first meeting of your cheer team. you nervous yet excited, hoping to make good friends.

one problem— you were lost, completely unaware of this new place. you try to look around searching for where dance room was.

“where the hell is it” you mumble to yourself. you flatten out the clothes you were wearing, trying to make you look less pathetic.

“yo, are you supposed to over here?” a kinda raspy voice spoke, it sounded familiar yet you couldn’t make out who.

“i’m not even sure, i’m looking for the dance room” you chuckled. “you apart of the cheer team or somethin?” the unknown person said.

“yeah, do you know where that is-” your eyes widened as you turn around, heart dropping at the tall figure in front of you. you were stunned, no words could come out of your mouth.

you were not prepared to see her.

“y/n?”

[bellaxgiornata]

A Favor from the Devil |Chapter Two|

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Mom!Reader Word Count: 3.4k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; Domestic abuse, depictions/mentions of sexual assault, struggles with past trauma, canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut (possibly more warnings to come)

a/n: Throwing the second chapter at y'all because I can and I feel like y'all needed some Matt. You get his POV in this chapter, too! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Making your way through the crowded streets of Hell’s Kitchen, you guided Evelyn back towards your apartment. Both of her small hands clung tight to yours as she walked in silence beside you. Every time someone stepped a little too near to the pair of you, you felt her draw herself in closer to your legs, her fingers squeezing tighter around yours. In your opposite hand you carried a grocery bag that held a single container of vanilla moose track ice cream for tonight–Evie’s favorite flavor. Unfortunately purchasing the ice cream meant you’d had less money to spend on groceries for next week, but you’d happily eat another cheap packet of ramen for dinner and skip lunches at work if the frozen treat could manage to put a smile on her face this evening.

Evie had been silent ever since you’d picked her up after work from her first day of preschool. She hadn’t said a single word, not even when you’d taken her to pick out the ice cream. All she’d done was stand in front of the row of freezers at the store and quietly point to the flavor she’d wanted. You’d tried asking her how her day had gone, what she’d done in class, or if she’d made any friends, but instead of a response you’d only seen her lips draw into a thin line.    

So you’d done what you usually did when Evelyn drew into herself and stopped talking–you talked about your day. Which in all honesty had been horrible because the job you’d managed to acquire was a tedious desk job in which you sat in the tiny confines of a cubicle staring at a computer screen for hours on end. Your boss wasn't great, either. He was always in a bad mood, often making rude comments to you if he wasn't finding a reason to criticize your work. Dealing with his attitude daily for a salary that you could barely survive on usually soured your mood the moment you stepped into the building, but at least your coworker, Amira, made the days bearable. You’d been there for barely two months, but she’d taken one look at you and seen your past written on your face. After that, you’d grown comfortable around her, slowly opening up about your personal life–but not quite all of it.

But of course, you didn’t tell Evie about the bleak and depressing parts of your days at work. You’d always done your best to make it sound like you enjoyed your time there. And even though you didn’t, you were still grateful that you'd found a way to somewhat financially support the two of you.

“Look at that!” you said, gesturing a hand towards your apartment building with the one not currently being crushed in both of Evie’s. “We’re home already!”

Evie remained silent, not expressing a single emotion as to whether she was excited to be back or not. Wordlessly she followed you through the building’s main doors and into the lobby. Once the doors had shut behind you, the sound of the city just a little quieter now that you were off the streets, she seemed to relax. No longer on the crowded sidewalk, Evie’s hands somewhat loosened their grip on yours as you led her over towards the elevators. 

You tried to think of a way that you could cheer her up tonight, hoping to pull her out of her nonverbal phase before it really took hold, but considering your limited funds, you didn’t have many options. The best you could think of was a movie night, though all you had to watch movies on was the cheap cell phone you'd purchased once you'd gotten Evie and yourself out of your previous situation. 

As you pushed the call button for the elevator and waited for it to appear, you did your best to fight back the tears welling in your eyes. If only you could afford to purchase more toys for her to play with. A television and a couch for the pair of you to cozy up on at night. Anything . But all you had was each other. 

The familiar weight of your guilt that permanently sat heavy like a stone in your stomach reared its head. Once more you felt like a shitty mother, failing to provide all the things you wished you could for your child. But yet you refused to break down–at least, not here in front of Evie. You'd wait for the opportunity later tonight when you were certain she was asleep. Right now your priority was cheering her up and turning her day around, not wallowing in your own feelings.

She was the priority, not you.

The elevator doors opened and you forced a smile onto your face, blinking hard a couple of times. You gently pulled Evie along with you, stepping onto the elevator before pushing the button for the sixth floor.

“How about we reheat last night’s pizza and watch a movie on my phone tonight, cricket?” you asked, glancing down at your daughter as the elevator doors closed. “We can cuddle in your sleeping bag and pretend we’re camping. And then we can eat ice cream out of the container for dessert,” you suggested, knowing full well that you didn’t have any bowls in the kitchen yet. “Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Evie’s attention shifted towards you, her expression remaining neutral and impossible to read. She didn’t respond and her continued silence caused the smile on your face to become strained as you fought to keep it there. Your eyes traveled to the numbers above the elevator doors, watching as they changed from a five to a six. At least you’d be back in your apartment soon.

“What’s mute?”

The sound of Evie’s quiet, small voice startled you. As the doors of the elevator slowly rolled open with a ding , you glanced down at your daughter beside you. She was staring up at you with that still hard to read expression on her face. 

“Mute?” you asked, stepping out of the elevator with her. “What do you mean, cricket? Where’d you hear that?”

“School,” she answered. 

A frown settled onto your lips. Had the children there been teasing her? Or worse–the teachers?

“It just means that you–” 

You’d been about to explain the meaning of the word until you’d noticed a man at the far end of the hallway. The unexpected sight of him caused you to instantly grow quiet even though he was just standing outside of the apartment directly across the hall from yours seemingly attempting to unlock his front door. 

Your pace slowed as you observed him, your brain immediately screaming threat at the sight of him. Beneath that tight blue dress shirt he wore you could see that he was broad and muscular, the material pulled taut in various places along his torso. With the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, they revealed his thick forearms which hinted at even thicker biceps. Even his thighs filled out the dark slacks he wore, suggesting a strength about him that you couldn’t deny.

He looked intimidating and dangerous. 

You then noticed the cane in his left hand and the dark glasses currently sitting on his nose despite the fact that he wasn’t outside. Watching how he used his hands as he attempted to guide his key into the lock, you quickly pieced things together. Blind, you assumed. He was blind. But his disability didn't matter; he still looked like he could throw a solid punch and that alone had you on edge in his presence. 

Your mouth went dry as you stepped ahead of Evie, somewhat placing your body in front of hers as you both continued down the hallway. Of course you knew this man was most likely going to ignore you both even if he somehow noticed you. He was probably just getting home from work, too. More than likely he just wanted to eat dinner and relax like everyone else in the city. And the likelihood of him being a violent individual seemed slim–because logically you knew that not every man was–but for some reason something about him had put you on alert.

As you neared closer, your heart pounding heavily as the hair prickled along the back of your neck, you caught the way his hands stopped what they were doing. Briefly your feet faltered when you saw his head turn just a fraction over his shoulder in your direction as if he'd somehow picked up on the fact that he wasn't alone in the hallway. 

In that moment, you didn't remotely care if you were being rude or not, you practically dragged Evie the rest of the way towards your door in silence. Already having pulled your apartment key out of your pocket before you'd reached it, you unlocked the door swiftly before ushering your daughter inside. In a panicked rush, you darted after her before shutting and locking the door behind you without a backwards glance at the man.

Standing in front of the door for a moment, you paused to release the breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. Rude or not, you weren't going to offer him help or introduce yourself. Something about him had triggered your instincts to run and that had been reason enough to avoid him.

You felt a tug at your hand and you snapped out of your thoughts, your eyes dropping down towards your daughter. Evie was staring up at you with wide, worried eyes.

“You okay, mama?” she asked.

Nodding in response, you blew out a rough breath and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze in return. “Yeah, cricket,” you answered, still feeling a little on edge. “Yeah, I'm good.” Clearing your throat, you held up the bag with the ice cream in it and tried to smile back at her. “Maybe I should put this in the freezer before it melts on us after that long walk in the heat, huh?”

Evie gave you a single nod in response before she released your hand. 

Turning towards the kitchen, you made your way over to the fridge and opened the freezer. You frowned at the sole bag of dinosaur chicken nuggets sitting on a shelf by itself. They'd thankfully been on sale the other day–another of Evie’s favorites–but that was all you currently had in the freezer at the moment. 

“What movie do you want to watch tonight?” you asked Evie, placing the ice cream on a shelf.

“Little Mermaid,” she answered softly. 

It wasn't a stretch for you to understand why that movie was often her favorite choice lately. 

“Alright, cricket,” you said, closing the freezer door to open the door to the fridge next. “Why don't you get cozy in some pajamas and I'll start reheating the pizza in the oven? You and Barnabas can get settled in the sleeping bag and I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

You weren’t surprised when Evie didn't respond, but the soft padding of her feet through the apartment and to her bedroom behind you was answer enough. 

Launching himself up onto the platform of the fire escape, Matt began his usual ascent up the neighboring building beside his own apartment building. As he scaled his way upwards, heading towards the roof now that his night was over, Matt's mind was busy working over the information that he'd uncovered as Daredevil tonight. Information he hoped to find ways to use as Matt Murdock this week with Foggy and Karen.

But as he climbed his way up fire escape after fire escape, he couldn't help but feel the exhaustion from the night settling into his body. He'd been running himself ragged all week trying to juggle both halves of his life and tonight he was admittedly feeling the repercussions of it. He needed a good night's sleep, but judging by the sounds of the city, it was probably somewhere around two or three in the morning. If he was lucky, he'd manage to get three or four hours before dragging his tired and battered body back out of bed to get to work.

Finally reaching the topmost fire escape, Matt grabbed ahold of his usual footholds on the side of the building and began pulling himself the rest of the way onto the roof. He let out a soft groan when he lifted himself up and over the railing and onto the rooftop. Briefly collapsing onto his knees, he took a minute to catch his breath. It was hot out this evening and his suit wasn't making him any less warm.

After his short break, Matt forced himself back up and onto his feet before jogging across the top of the building towards his own. He was ready to peel off his sweaty suit and be home for the evening, already looking forward to stepping into his shower and washing off his long day. 

With practiced ease he flung himself between the gaps of both buildings and landed with a sharp jolt. He grit his teeth at the impact, taking a moment to recover before rising to his feet and striding over to the roof access door which led back to his place. But he managed to take all of two steps before his tired ears caught something he hadn't expected.

Crying. Soft, muffled sobs coming from just below where he stood.

Matt hesitated, his eyes narrowing behind his mask as he tried to figure out who would’ve been awake and crying at this hour. The only other people who lived on the sixth floor with him were the long since widowed Mrs. Henderson–who definitely didn't spend her evenings crying–and his new neighbors that had moved in just last night.

The strange and short encounter he'd had with you earlier this evening resurfaced in Matt's mind. He'd been coming home from the office and was busy thinking about what he was hoping to accomplish in the city this evening as Daredevil, barely paying attention to much else. But somehow the immediate and overpowering scent of absolute fear he'd been slammed with had managed to break through his distracted thoughts. He'd felt that overwhelming fear from both you and the young girl which he'd assumed was your daughter from the moment you'd left the elevator and noticed him.

The acrid scent of it had instantly given Matt pause. At first he'd wondered if you both had somehow recognized him as Daredevil. But he'd quickly realized that seemed a stupid and impossible thought the moment he'd had it. But why else would you both become so quiet and fearful of him when he was just unlocking his apartment door? The feeling of your combined emotions had deeply unsettled him. No one had ever reacted to him like that before, certainly not as Matthew Murdock, the friendly, blind lawyer.

Matt had considered trying to turn around and introduce himself to you both, hoping that maybe he would appear far less terrifying to you if he’d flashed a charming smile and given you his name, but you'd grabbed your daughter and darted inside your apartment so fast that Matt hadn't had the opportunity.

It had been…odd. You both had been odd. And admittedly your reaction to him had piqued his curiosity. 

Turning around on the rooftop, Matt casually strode away from the door that led to his apartment and over towards the side of the building near your fire escape instead. Curiosity had won out over a shower and sleep for now. He wanted to make sense of that unsettling experience he'd had with you in the hallway. He hadn't liked scaring you both, feeling like he was some sort of dangerous monster.

Tossing himself over the side of the building, he landed softly onto the fire escape below. He stayed low in a crouch, throwing his senses out into your apartment to make sure he hadn't been seen when he’d dropped down. If you'd reacted the way you had earlier to just Matt Murdock, he could only imagine the reaction Daredevil would receive standing on your fire escape in the middle of the night. 

A minute passed and when no one shrieked or otherwise alerted Matt to having been noticed, he slowly rose to his full height. As he stood there, he could still hear the quiet, muffled crying that he'd caught on the roof continuing from inside. Paying close attention to it, it sounded like the sound was coming from just outside of the door of the bedroom who’s window he was standing at. 

Head tilting curiously to the side, he began examining your apartment as best as he could from the outside. And what he found easily surprised him.

Nothing. There was hardly anything in your apartment at all. He didn’t hear the usual buzz of electronics that he often did–like televisions or computers or even toasters. Focusing even closer, it sounded like the air from the air conditioning unit blowing in your apartment was moving with hardly any interruptions. As if you didn’t even have furniture. And judging from the placement of the crying and the sound of what seemed like your daughter’s even breaths as she slept, both of you appeared to be quite low on the ground. Like you were both lying on the floor instead of on beds.

Matt’s head tilted further to the side, a frown pulling his lips downwards beneath his mask. How strange. Had the pair of you not finished fully moving in yet? Or…did you really not have any furniture? 

Something stirred in Matt’s chest as another one of your sobs hit his ears. There was something going on here, there had to be. People didn’t usually react that way to strangers without cause–he would know because he’d never experienced that level of fear from someone outside of his Daredevil suit before. And there was the fact that you were laying on the floor in front of your daughter’s bedroom instead of laying in the second bedroom that he knew was in the apartment. There was only one reason he could imagine a mother doing that–you were protecting your daughter.

But why? And from who?

Matt reached a gloved hand up and gently rested it onto the glass of the window carefully, trying to focus his senses even more closely inside. He found himself desperately wanting answers about his new neighbors, but just as he leaned forward and turned his head to listen better, he heard a rustling inside the room–distinctly that of a sleeping bag. Terrified of being caught, Matt pushed himself roughly away from the window before beginning to quickly pull himself back up onto the roof. 

“Mama?”

Your daughter had definitely woken, Matt realized. He could hear her pulse steadily increasing now that she was awake. There were only a few seconds that passed before he heard a frantic tossing of a blanket onto the floor before the bedroom door had flung open.

“What’s wrong, Evie? Are you okay? Did you have another bad dream?”

There was a faint shift of air that Matt caught–like your daughter shaking her head–before he heard the scared, small voice again.

“Someone’s here.”

Your body immediately went straight into fight or flight and Matt curiously noted the intensity of it.

“Where, cricket?”

“Outside.”

Matt winced, running a gloved hand over his mouth as he stood there on the roof. So your daughter had noticed something. He needed to be more careful. Hopefully she hadn't seen his very recognizable costume. 

“No one’s there, Evie,” came your reassuring voice, though Matt could hear that your body was still panicked. “You’re safe, I promise. Okay? We’re both safe here.”

Shaking his head, he pulled his senses away from your apartment. That was enough eavesdropping on your place for the night. He had a few ideas about what might’ve been going on with you both now, a sick feeling bubbling in his gut at all of the dark scenarios racing through his mind. He hoped he wasn’t right about any of them, but if he was, he’d now become personally determined to make sure you both remained safe here. Because even though he didn’t actually know either of you, you were a part of Hell's Kitchen–the city he loved deeply. His city. And that was more than enough reason for Matt to find himself suddenly caring about the both of you.

[msbigredmachine]

You Again - Flashback

A/N: A snippet of Evelyn and Joe in high school. I'm still completing Part 2 which hopefully should be up soon.

Warning: Themes of bullying

Word Count: 1.1k

READ PART 1 HERE

Escambia High School, October 2000

“Hey Evie!”

She is so startled she collides with her locker door, her books nearly flying out of her hands. It takes a couple of seconds to regain her bearings and realize who is standing in front of her, and it’s not anyone she’s expecting, certainly not the captain of the cheer team.

“Ayesha,” Evie straightens, awkwardly shoving her books back inside her locker and adjusting her skewed glasses. “Umm, did you…did you want something?” she asks, her arms crossed protectively over herself. They’re not friends - Ayesha has never hesitated to remind her of this - so she wonders why she is here, flashing a megawatt smile that one could mistake to be amiable. 

“So…don’t trip,” Ayesha begins, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “but I found your note in History class.”

For a second she’s confused, and then it hits her. Oh no. Oh god. She tries to play dumb, fighting the urge to look into her History textbook where she’d thought she’d tucked her little, ill-advised daydream away in one of its pages, safe from the prying eyes of the queen of the mean girls. “W-What? What note?” 

“The note you wrote, silly. I think you dropped it on the floor, you really need to be more careful, girl,” Ayesha giggles.

It’s a lie and they both know it. Evie wouldn’t be so stupid as to expose such damning evidence, let alone discard it haphazardly in class of all places. Her brain is working frantically, trying to figure out how on earth Ayesha got hold of it to begin with. Each student had to present their History paper in front of the entire class, and she suspects Ayesha swiped the note from her desk when it was her turn. It’s not hard to imagine the malicious glee in her eyes as she read the contents, not too different from the one she is trying and failing to hide right this moment:

Dear Joe, Would you like to go to the Fall Ball with me? YES   NO

“Okay,” Evie starts tentatively, treading lightly. “So can I have the note back? Please?”

Ayesha’s eyes widen dramatically. “Oh! I gave it to Joe. I saw his name on it. The note was for him, right?”

Evie feels her heart sink to Titanic depths, her insides heavy from the weight of this shattering news. The magnitude of the trouble she's put herself in brings tears to her eyes but she quickly blinks them away before Ayesha adds it to her ammunition. “Oh…I, uh…it wasn’t for…You’re mistaken, the note was for another Joe-” she starts to backtrack.

“Oh girl, there’s only one Joe in this school who matters and we all know who he is,” Ayesha dismisses flippantly. “Why you so worried anyway? I come bearing good news. He asked me to give you this.” She extends her hand, a piece of paper that looked torn out of a legal pad tucked between her fingers. Eyeing her skeptically, Evie takes it, her anxiety rising as she unfolds it and reads the familiar scribble:

Dear Evie,

Meet me under the bleachers at lunch.

Joe.

Against her better judgment, her heart flutters at his invitation, excitement bubbling inside her just knowing he responded to her. But common sense swoops in, and she stammers, shaking her head, “Look, I don’t…this isn’t necessary at all…Please, let’s just forget that any of this happened-”

“Girl, are you seriously chickening out on Joe Anoa’i?” Ayesha counters. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you and you’re turning it down?”

Evie makes one last throw of the dice, desperate to get out of this predicament. "But why are you doing this? Isn't he your boyfriend?"

"It's...complicated," Ayesha answers easily, placing a hand on Evie's shoulder. “Sweetie, any girl would kill to be in your shoes right now. Who knows, he might say yes. Are you really gonna throw that away because you’re scared?”

Terrified, actually. Not much good comes out of interacting with Joe Anoa’i when you’re not a member of his precious clique. But Ayesha is right. A private meeting with the most popular boy in school is too enticing to pass up, if only this once. So Evie forces herself to wait through the agonizing hour and a half before lunchtime, embroiled in thoughts of how their conversation will go. 

It turns out she should have trusted her gut, because the minute she steps onto the field, something feels off. 

Joe is not here. Outside is eerily quiet save for the muted bustling inside the cafeteria a few feet away. Chalking it up to him standing her up, Evie permits herself to exhale a huge sigh of relief and spins back towards the building, eager to forget all about the mess she almost made.

Then, it happens. Out of the shadows, they step out, seemingly from every corner of the stands. Jon. Josh. Ayesha and her lackeys, Kelli and Chichi. All of them emerging one by one until she is surrounded by his entire posse.

And last but not least, Joe appears like some kind of video game final boss. He steps between the twins, both of whom stare her down with the same demeanor as vultures circling over a carcass. He twirls her letter between his long fingers, his handsome face wearing a sugary sweet smile and a spiteful glint in his eye that strikes terror in Evie.

“So, Evie…I read your little message to me. It was…sweet. Real cute,” he says, coming closer to her, humored by the way she tenses as he towers over her. “I just have one question…” 

He gently trails the corner of the note along her cheek. The gesture would be considered as intimate if his eyes didn't harbor so much malevolence. “Did you really think my answer would be yes?”

The group bursts into laughter, the sounds cruel and taunting. Joe circles around her, regarding her with the same countenance as a piece of gum stuck underneath his Air Max sneakers. “What makes you think I’d ever wanna go to the dance with a nobody like you? Huh?” He throws an arm around Ayesha and kisses her cheek. "Babe, didn't you tell her you were going with me?"

Ayesha crosses her arms and shrugs with fake nonchalance, an even faker smile on her pretty face. "I wanted to...but it was much more fun fuckin' with her head."

She should have known better. Better than to write that shit in the first place. Known that Ayesha was setting her up from the start; known that standing her up or simply ignoring her was too merciful, too tame for Joe and his coven.

It’s beyond humiliating, and all Evie wants is for the ground to swallow her whole.

Ayesha steps up to her, angling her head low enough to catch Evie’s teary-eyed expression. “Awww, are you gonna cry? You gon’ cry bitch? You thirsty-ass pathetic loser?”

Ayesha's arms shoot out, shoving Evie so hard that she falls over, crying out as her knees collide painfully with the ground. Her glasses slip off her face and onto the cold dewy grass and dirt. Her tears splash onto the cracked lenses as they all step past her fallen frame, their cackles echoing in her ears long after they are gone.

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Fun fact: A version of this incident happened to me in high school in real life. Only difference is I wasn't pushed. 😭😭😭

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@jegulus-microfic december 25, ideology, 449 words

James is in the middle of writing times tables on the board when Evelyn says, “Mr Potter! You have a visitor.”

He glances to the door of his classroom, trying to hide his smile when he finds Regulus leaning in the doorway watching him. “Oh, good afternoon, Mr Black. To what do we owe this pleasure?”

“I was just wondering if you had any laminating sheets I could borrow? I’m out,” Regulus says.

James doesn’t point out that there was no need for Regulus to cross campus to his second grade classroom just for laminating sheets; he’s pretty certain the senior school has laminators. But he’s not mad about the interruption.

“Yeah of course, they’re in my office,” he says, gesturing to the door at the back of the room. A little pointless; Regulus is not a stranger in James’ classroom and knows exactly where his office is. “Help yourself.”

The entire class, James included, watches Regulus as he crosses the room, only returning to their lesson once Regulus has left the classroom with a quiet, “Thanks.”

“Mr Potter,” Bernie calls out. “Do you have a crush on Mr Black?”

James deliberates for a moment, before sitting on the edge of his desk and whispering, “I do. But it’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone.”

The class breaks out in a chorus of giggling ooh’s and teasing aah’s.

“But Mr Potter, he always looks so serious!”

“Well, Roland. That’s because Mr Black teaches boring things like civics and political ideology.”

“You mean he doesn’t get to do any arts and crafts?” Lizzie asks, a horrified look on her face.

James shakes his head, putting on his saddest expression as he says, “Never.”

The kids become a bit obsessed with Regulus after that, asking about him almost daily, breaking into a chorus of giggles any time Regulus comes by the classroom. Regulus has clearly caught on, dropping by more and more frequently, asking to borrow anything from a stapler to sometimes something as ridiculous as a piece of paper.

One day, just as Regulus is about to walk out of the classroom with a wave, Lacey calls out, “Mr Black! Do you have a crush on Mr Potter?”

He stops in the doorway, corner of his lips lifted in a smirk as he replies, “Why do you ask that?”

“Because he has a crush on you, obviously.”

James buries his face in his hands for a moment, shoulders shaking with laughter, looking up as Regulus says, “Oh, I definitely have a crush on him, that’s why I married him.”

He’s pretty sure the entire school would be able to hear the way his classroom screams and cheers in celebration.

[justarandombrit]

Believe it or not, I did in fact go to see Spies Are Forever (you'd never know from looking at my blog), and, as usual, I wrote down some notes. My memory is shit so I'll probably update this with additions when I remember more, but for now, below the cut...

Act 1:

. They played Show Stoppin' Number and so many people were singing along

. It started midway through them playing The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

. Joey: “Sorry to anyone who thought they were seeing Wizard Of Oz. Although, this show has many friends of Dorothy”

. Emily Proudlock has a beautiful voice. The microphone was struggling a little at the start, though lmao

. THEY GOT AN ACTUAL BANANA PEEL

. Oliver Ormson (Owen) called Curt “Mega” which in the show he doesn't do until he becomes the DMA (not a criticism, just interesting)

. Owen said the “A man needs his privacy”(?) line, so Owen and Barb have officially interacted now

. I love Brian's Informant. His French accent was so over the top

. Brian stared at Clark when he said “The Deadliest Man Alive” until Clark played the keyboard sting. And then whenever anyone else said it throughout the show, he played it.

. They left in a huge awkward silence when the DMA was waiting for Sergio and it was so funny

. Sergio sounded so awkward when he said “You guys can relate, right?”

. Joey fucking SCREAMED “PLEASE!” during Sergio's little Somebody's Gotta Do It reprise

. “The Deadliest Man Alive disarms Mega and escapes”

“He does?”

. Dean John Wilson walked back on stage after his exit, said “The Deadliest Man” and left again

. Okay, so Claire M. Hall is a perfect Cynthia

. You guys are gonna crucify me for this, but I actually liked her Eyes On The Prize I better than Lauren's…

. Joey was making the weirdest faces during Eyes On The Prize II

. Curt cocked his head at Hallucination!Owen and Owen shrugged and mouthed “I don't know” at him

. I LOVE EMILY OOI’S BARB!!!!!! She did a cute little dance during “It's actually a gun!”

. Obioma (Curt) pretending his beard had been shaved lmao

. No Richard Big appearance sadly

. Curt was even more oblivious about Tatiana hitting on him than in the actual show

. The Nazi ensemble stuck around throughout the whole scene and kept gasping when Curt called them villains

. THEY MADE NOT SO BAD… EVEN MORE NOT SO BAD

. “SAY WE GOT A BIT LOST, WITH THE WHOLE HOLO–” *looks at ensemble* “ehh…”

. “WE DID ALL WE COULD DO TO poopoo THE JEW”

. They didn't make the audience chant, which was… probably for the best

. Von Nazi yelled “I'm a big boy! A BIG BOY” at Mega then walked off without using his knees

. Curt groaned and hung his head when the DMA said “I'm gonna torture the living shite outta you”

. Actually gasped at the overlapping “Doesn't even matter if I killed my best friend” and “To show you the horror of staying alive”, even though I knew it was coming

. The homoeroticism 🤌🤌🤌🤌

Act 2:

. I WAS ON THE SAME ROW AS A.J. FUCKING HOLMES AND DIDN'T NOTICE UNTIL JOEY SHOUTED HIM OUT

. Joey shouted out loads of cosplayers still in character as Vanger Borschtit

. Everyone was so excited about Vanger Borschtit, and Joey made everyone cheer for an acceptable amount of time “for his reel”

. The new We Love the Prince lyrics really are so much better (also what did he do to the Pope?!?!?)

. Vanger Borschtit was DISTRAUGHT when the prince died

. Obioma stared so blankly into the audience at “Or whatever it is you boys do in the rumpus room”

. I think out of all of the new cast members, Evelyn Hoskins (Tatiana) sounded the most like the original actor (she was also so cool)

. Obioma actually sung the little “Very good place to start” Sound Of Music reference and Tatiana looked so annoyed

. Tatiana was SO into Doing This up until the kiss (which wasn't a real kiss lmao)

. MRS MEGAAAAAAAAAA

. The lights flashed rainbow after the line “So we're just… friends?”

. Curt looked straight at Barb when he said “Some of us may die”

. Curt paused before he drank the shot, and then started drinking a load and everyone stared at him, really concerned. It was a really neat piece of acting

. Von Nazi kept stressing how he had no idea how Feurgin was killed

. The Informant looked so concerned at the start of NSB reprise, then actually kinda got into it

. Jak Malone (Von Nazi) made his death SO DRAMATIC. He fell to the ground and went “Ow, my back! Ow, my front! Ow, my…self” and then got up and bowed

. Owen stood behind the DMA and they just spun around while Joey narrated

. Joey: “THE DEADLIEST MAN ALIVE FALLS DOWN THROUGH A HIDDEN TRAP DOOR IN THE STAGE–”

. ONE STEP AHEAD JSTSKTKEYYKDKFYFUHDYSWWGDJFKGKFDHSGSTSFJKGKGKGJDSYSYIFKF I'M NOT OKAY

Dean: *Crouch-walks away*

. Owen stared directly at Curt (and addressed him instead of Tatiana) when he said “Don't slip up” and loads of people “Ooh”ed

. Owen seemed actually on the verge of tears in Spies Are Forever (Reprise)

. He also fully yelled “You're a caveman!”

. They changed the line “Taking your advice” to “Moving on”, just like Curt (I think it was Curt? Edit: IT WAS JOEY) wanted in the livestream

. The speech before Spy Again (Reprise) was so good. Everyone came out on stage and it was all just incredible

. SPIES ARE FOREVER, IT'S A MUSICAAAAAAAAALLLLLL……. IT'S ABOUT SPIES!