#Cursed Child NYC

[sco4buxs]

Head Canon: Whenever Albus can't sleep he just thinks about all the happy moments with Scorpius.

[walmartbrandwhatever]

Wdym I'm seeing the outsiders in less than 2 weeks? Wdym I'm going to see Rj preform for the 3rd to last time?? Wdym???

[shes-perfectly-misaligned]

The fanon versions of Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter? *shudders*

Those two are such beautiful characters and BEAUTIFULLY written as well, but like why….

[harrisx28]

Happy Halloween! 🎃

[takimakiiiii]

did you order pasta, miss?

part1! to the cosmic girl records 

!Cosmic Girl Records!

Summary: going to italy for the italian gp and getting pasta spilled all over you by a stranger wasn’t on your bingo card that year 

fc!: random girls on pinterest <3

olliebearman x reader & platonic!grid x reader

a/n: reader own a german shepherd dog called mickey. don’t pay attention to any of the dates, likes etc on the insta and twitter posts i got lazy. also this is my first post in this sort of category? u catch my drift? 😭 i do write but i rather try this out first anyways enjoy and please leave me feedback it’s always appreciated!

disclaimer: there are some sensitive comments and things said that may offend some people, they are just included for humour and feel free to scroll away any time

all photos go to their rightful owners and all of them are found on pinterest!

warnings: swearing, telling people to die (in a joking way), reader and the 2019 rookies have friendly banter where offensive things may be said idk if there’s any other ones but lmk if there is

word count!: 1.6k words i think? 😭😭

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unfortunatelyy/n: i’ve got 99 problems and going to italy has solved 98 of them 

tagged: bestie1 

 User1: Who’s she?

 User 2: She’s good friends with the 2019 rookies and the rest of the grid bit she’s been besties with Lando forever, she’s a couple of years younger than him though

 user7: she’s studying mechanical engineering though in NYC but she travels a lot to support the 2019 rookies

 Bestie1: um pic credits please 🙄

 unfortunatelyy/n: geez okay bossy 😤

 landonorris: i better get a post when i win in Monza 

 georgerussel64: as if, you’d be lucky to even finish the race with 4 tires still intact

 landonorris: @carmenmundt come and get your child. He’s escaped the psych ward again 

 georgerussel64: you’re just bitter I’ve got more wins than you

 landonorris: blocked, reported and my mom’s calling your mom 

 unfortunatelyy/n: stop fighting in my comments section girls 

 User3: she cooked ya’ll 

 user5: lando and y/n are so cute 

 user6: be so fr rn 

user4: love how she and the 2019 rookies are still so close 

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 alex_albon: you’ll be cheering for me in Monza right y/n? *sharpening knives 

 unfortunatelyy/n: WOAH 

 lilymhe: i don’t know him 

 alex_albon: HEY 

 unfortunatelyy/n: @lilymhe it’s always been you and me bae 🥰

 alex_albon: stop stealing my girlfriend

 unfortunatelyy/n: no.🫶

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unfortunatelyy/n: shoutout to the 6ft brown haired boy who spilled pasta all over my new red dress, i hate you🖕

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 landonorris: HAHA.

 unfortunatelyy/n: i hope you DNF this weekend 

 georgerussel64: you tell him y/n 

unfortunatelyy/n: 😐

user1: NOT THE RED DRESS 

user2: curse you, brown haired boy 

 olliebearman: sorry for the dress 😔

 user3: OLLIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 

 user4: this was not on my 2024 bingo card. 

 landonorris: don’t be sorry, I would’ve done the same 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i hate you both 🖕🖕

 user9: she's so petty I love her 😍

 user5: ollie being the boy who spilled pasta on y/n is wild 

 User6: fr like what in the multiverse is this 😭

 lilymhe: come to me and i’ll buy you as many dresses as you like 😍

 unfortunatelyy/n: omw honey 🤭

 alex_albon: I- 

 georgerussel64: you just gotta let it happen mate.

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unfortunatelyy/n: okay, what are thinking for this weekend, ya’ll?

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 user1: not ollie in the likes

 User2: he’s down bad, maybe the pasta spill wasn’t on accident 😏

 user3: i mean do u blame him, i would trip over if i saw her too 

 alex_albon: “ya’ll” you’ve been spending way too much time with logan 

 unfortunatelyy/n: god bless america‼️ 🇺🇸🦅🗣️

unfortunatelyy/n: WTF IS A KILOMETRE 🔥🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅🦅

 Landonorris: TRAITOR, IS THAT AN OSCAR CAP I SEE 🫵

 unfortunatelyy/n: i’ve always been an oscar girlie at heart

 oscarpiastri: as it should be 👍

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 landonorris: i see how it is. betrayed by my two best friends, the world’s full of fake people isn’t it.

 unfortunatelyy/n: oh please stop being so dramatic, don’t pretend u only use me for my fame

 landonorris: GASP. how could you say such a thing 

 georgerussell64: pretty sure 90% of your followers follow you because of her 

 landonorris: wow. low blow mate. 

 unfortunatelyy/n: where’s the lie tho? 🤔

 landonorris: alexa, play traitor by olivia rodrigo 

user7: here for the love-hate relationship between y/n and the 2019 rookies 

 lewishamilton: roscoe says you should go for mercedes in monza  

 unfortunatelyy/n: Mercedes it is! 

 landonorris: never in my 24 years of living on earth have i ever felt so betrayed. 

 unfortunatelyy/n: roscoe’s wishes are my commands 🤷‍♀️

 georgerussel64: amen sister 🙌🗣️

 unfortunatelyy/n: get out of my comment section Russell

user4: the williams t-shirt goes hard tho 

user5: oh to be y/n *sigh 

 olliebearman: how about ferrari? 

 unfortunatelyy/n: hmm, we’ll see, pasta boy

 user9: THE GASP I GUSP

 user10: pasta boy 😭

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unfortunatelyy/n: congratulations, ig 😒

tagged landonorris 

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 landonorris: really? you had to use those photos? 

 unfortunatelyy/n: why? What’s wrong with them? I think you look very macho, especially in the first and third pic. 

 landonorris: i think i just lost a piece of my manhood. 

user6: the three reasons i love y/n: number 1: because she’s hot and sexy, number 2. I wish I was her, number 3. Because of the lando content she gives us 

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user4: THE THIRD PIC IM DYING 

user5: always leave it to y/n to humble lando after a win 

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 user9: GUYS. Y/N WAS WEARING A FERRARI JACKET IN THE PADDOCK TODAY 

 user3: WHAT

 user9: and so it begins. 

 user13: I CALLED IT.

 user17: excusez moi? 

 user32: I SCREAMED. 

 lewishamilton: i told roscoe you wore a ferrari jacket today. let’s just say that he doesn't want to be seeing  you in the foreseeable future

 unfortunatelyy/n: WAIT NOOO

 user12: not lewis exposing her 😭

 unfortunatelyy/n: ROSCOE PLEASE FORGIVE ME 

 lewishamilton: he says you can only make it up with a playdate with mickey 

 unfortunatelyy/n: omw with mickey 🏃‍♀️‍➡️

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unfortunatelyy/n: my babies 🥰 dog playdate soon anyone?

tagged lewishamilton 

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 charles_leclerc: leo says you have officially been demoted to 2nd favourite aunt 

 unfortunately/n: WAIT NO WHO’S FIRST

 pierregasly: bitch it’s me.

 unfortunatelyy/n: @francisca.cgomes come and get your boyfriend he’s bullying me 

 charles_leclerc: it’s actually @lilymhe

 unfortunatelyy/n: TRAITORS.

 user1: anyone else been here since Mickey was a puppy?

 user2: ikr he’s so big now its making me cry 😭

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 lewishamilton: @pierregasly @charles_leclerc @unfortunatelyy/n @olliebearman @carlossainz55 dog playdate next week?

 landonorris: can i come too

 unfortunatelyy/n: no dog no invite 

 landonorris: @oscarpiastri can we buy a dog

 oscarpiastri: what. 

 user3: i have a feeling that we should get used to seeing ollie in the likes more often now

 user4: homeboy’s whipped fr 

 user5: if only he had the confidence to ask her out 😔

 user10: GUYS RELAX THEY’RE JUST FRIENDS 

user9: mickey’s the real f1 star fr 

 olliebearman: @unfortunatelyy/n how about instead of a dog playdate, i take you out on a real date? 

 user6: MY BOY’S FINALLY SHOOTING HIS SHOT 

 user7: GO GO GO GO GO 

user11: CHAT IS THIS REAL

 unfortunatelyy/n: will there be any pasta involved? 🤨

 olliebearman: no promises 

 unfortunatelyy/n: hmmm. . . text me. 

 landonorris: nO

user8: LETS FREAKING GOOO 

user11: THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL

user9: my life is complete, i can finally die in peace 

user10: i’m sorry i doubted yall 😔

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unfortunatelyy/n: what do we think guys? and don’t worry, there was no pasta involved 

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user11: phew, no pasta, really dodged a bullet there 👍

 landonorris: WOAH WOAH WOAH HANG ON A MINUTE 

 unfortunatelyy/n: what do you want, mom? 

 landonorris: GASP. Is that grammar I see? what has he done to you 😨

 unfortunatelyy/n: seriously? 

 landonorris: @georgerussel64 and @alex_albon back me up here 

 georgerussell64: unfortunately he’s right, no boyfriends on our watch 

 unfortunatelyy/n: then look away. 

 georgerussell64: @landonorris . . .  she got us there.

 landonorris: @alex_albon?

 alex_albon: lily is forcing me to stay out of it 😔 

 unfortunatelyy/n: HA. EVERYONE LAUGH 🤣

 charles_leclerc: 🤣

 lewishamilton: 🤣

 maxverstappen1: 🤣

 carlossainz55: 🤣

 danielricciardo: 🤣

 landonorris: wow. 

 user5: all the boys being so bitter and not liking the post 😭

 user9: but them still jumping in to bully lando any chance they get 

 olliebearman: did you seriously just ask your 8 million followers what they think about me 😰

 unfortunatelyy/n: it’s actually 9 million but . . .yes 😅

user3: everyone out here wishing they had older brothers just like the grid to be protective over them 😔

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unfortunatelyy/n: italy you will be missed, where to next?

tagged olliebearman

 olliebearman: pic creds please 🙄

 unfortunatelyy/n: okay okay calm down pal 🥱

 user1: pal 😭 i can’t 

user7: “how to be as beautiful as y/n no borax no glue” 

 user2: IS THAT THE DATE OLLIE TOOK HER ON 

 user3: screaming, crying, throwing up all at once

 user4: i can’t decide whether i want to be ollie or y/n 

 liked by unfortunatelyy/n 

 bestie1: you’ve forgotten about me already i see. I HATE YOU, YOU’RE THE WORST.

 unfortunatelyy/n: I’M LITERALLY OUT BUYING CHEETOS FOR U GIRL 

user6: HELP THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS HILARIOUS 

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 landonorris: hmmm, i think i dislike the first pic

 unfortunately/n: so petty geez 🙄

 landonorris: we’re literally the same person 

 unfortunately/n: die ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux: gorgeous 😍 loved seeing you in Monza! 

 unfortunatelyy/n: marry me 🥰

 charles_leclerc: 🤨 

 olliebearman: 🤨

 unfortunatelyy/n: SO JUDGY GEEZ 

 alexandrasaintmleux: they’ll never accept us 😔

 unfortunatelyy/n: killing them is always an option 😌 🔪

 charles_leclerc: that’s murder. 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i’m aware 😒 

user5: HELP SHE’S GONE CRAZY

a/n: thank you for reading if you finished it! have a lovely day xxx

[mossfrg]

Jersey Gotham

Okay as someone born and raised in Jersey, I feel like we as a fandom are missing out on truly Jersey-ified Gotham. Like, c’mon, Jersey Girl Brucie Wayne??? So here I am to present a list of things I need more of because god damn it make Batfam— mostly Bruce, Jason, Tim, Steph, and Duke— Jersey (all based on my own personal experiences/real things that have happened to me):

Bruce cannot pump his own gas. He just. Doesn’t know how to. It’s not like a rich person thing, he just never learned cause he’s from fucking Jersey and never leaves Gotham. Jason didn’t know how and Talía lost her shit “How??? You are child superhero??? Who died and spontaneously came back??? But you can’t pump gas??” Tim kinda knows cause of Titans but again, he never really had to. (There’s a Twitter threaded dedicated to the Wayne family titled “is this rich or Jersey”). Steph and Duke can but they both pretend not too.

There have been fist fights over whether it’s pork roll or taylor ham. Jason and Bruce are very adamantly pork roll like the good Southern Jersey boys they are— it’s the one thing they can agree in most days— but Tim is taylor ham. Steph and Duke, despite being South Jersey, like to cause chaos and flip sides constantly. Dick, Damian, and Cass couldn’t care less.

The Absolute Hatred of New York/NYC. Doesn’t matter which kid it is, Bruce (and Alfred) got them all on board with this. Don’t even get them started on the Statue of Liberty; it’s a Wayne family tradition to try and buy it from NY because technically it’s more in NJ than NY and it’s closer too. They’ve yet to be successful but Bruce has hope for when it’s Damian’s turn.

And bc of this hatred of NYC comes the support of Philly!! None of them are super big sport fans, but they do cheer for Eagles, 76ers, and Union. Bruce, thanks to Alfred, is a big fan of soccer (“it’s football, master Bruce, I didn’t raise you in a barn”), and is a member of the Sons of Ben. He can be found in the River End of the stadium with Jason cheering for Union at pretty much every home game. There are multiple videos of Brucie Wayne and Jason Wayne screaming at refs, launching fireworks off the roof, and cursing out opposing teams’ players. Duke and Tim can be found 76ers games, while Steph frequents Eagles games.

Accents. Pls for the love of god give those boys (and Steph) accents. They are from New Fucking Jersey. They say “cawfee” and “tawlk.” They pronounce 0% of their t’s in the middle of words— kitten is ki’en, Trenton is tren’in. Jason and Steph drop letters when they gets pissed, Bruce slurs words, Duke and Tim drop passive-aggressive “y’all’s” to piss people off.

Driving. Now it’s not that they’re shit drivers, it’s that everyone else is a shit driver, and it’s not helped that majority of them learned to drive in the Batmobile. Steph has a loudspeaker on her car and frequently yells “fucking Pennsylvania turn your goddamn blinker on!” while driving. Bruce has a room in the manor dedicated to his speeding tickets. Tim as gotten into multiple fists fights at lights because people were driving slow in the fast lane. Jason is infamous for doing the Jersey Slide.

Jason, Tim, and Steph have gotten mugged before. They talked their way out of it and gave tips to the mugger. Bruce has kicked a rabid raccoon while walking home before because what else was he supposed to do? Duke has ordered a “pork roll egg and cheese on an everything” before in Not-Jersey and cried because they don’t have it. Several foreign benefactors of WE have asked for translators at meetings with Brucie cause Brucie’s accent is so thick and exaggerated. IN CONCLUSION: making Batfam (and gotham) Jersey is funny as hell and presents so many good opportunities. Make Batfam Jersey! (again these are all just my personal experiences, big state yada yada, different experiences, blah blah idgaf I jsut need batfam fist fighting over pork roll)

[tanoraqui]

Having just read/reread 2/3 of the serieses, the most interesting side character in the assorted Percy Jackson books is definitely Chiron. Explicitly or very clearly implicitly canonical facts about PJO!Chiron:

Obviously, Chiron is the metaphorical heart of Camp Half Blood, and the one actually in charge of it regardless of whoever the gods appoint as Camp Director. He’s the best parent a lot of these kids ever have. If Chiron isn’t at Camp, something is wrong, either at Camp or something is so wrong elsewhere that he’s off dealing with it. If Chiron goes down in a fight, it is quite literally time to Panic.

He was blessed/cursed by the gods with immortal life “so long as there are heroes to train.”

Because demigod lives are the way they are, this has trapped him in an endless grieving cycle of training young people just enough to survive for a little longer before they’re killed. Enough to die heroically at age 15 rather than desperately at age 12, like.

His unhappiness with this mostly comes out in vague allusions to the fact that you will probably die on this quest, which he refuses to elaborate on, instead forcing a smile back into his face and handing you a first aid kit for the road.

Because of this? he never goes to Olympus unless explicitly summoned. This isn’t something that’s been barred to him, it’s a matter of principle.

Because of all this? the gods immediately scapegoat him for tree!Thalia’s poisoning, despite the fact that literally half of them are also Kronos’s children.

Despite all this, there is absolutely no indication that any villain ever attempts to suborn Chiron by offering him, and/or the youths under his care, a better deal. Presumably because they know he’d tell them (politely) to fuck right off.

Grieve though he does, care deeply for every child who comes under his care though he does, he is never (outright) cynical nor does he hesitate to embrace the mythological genre and role he’s in. He trains, guides, and guards where he can…and he encourages them to be heroes, risky though that is. The second it might be safe, he helps Rachel attempt to become the new Oracle, even though the last person to try went mad. He takes a dozen kids who came to Camp Half-Blood for the first time 2 weeks ago into potentially deadly battle to save NYC, as a “field trip.”

Chiron is as good at archery as Apollo at his best (Apollo admits this, privately). I don’t think we ever see him shoot an arrow that’s not a successful kill shot.

In about 36 hours, Chiron can raise a small army of wild centaurs from any or all herds throughout North America. There is no indication that centaurs will regularly listen to anyone else.

He’s an honorary member of the ruling council of satyrs.

Chiron periodically coordinates with hero-trainers from other mythologies to avert truly world-shattering disasters. He does not seem to regard this as the gods’ business.

He likes Dean Martin.

Truly the epitome of that one good teacher who genuinely understands and supports you as best they can while dealing with an unhelpful and often unfriendly school administration, whom you eventually realize is somehow even cooler in their non-school life!

[spdrslayr]

004. atsv headcanons ! ★ post collider jonathon ohnn x reader…

! pt. 1 - pre collider hcs. ⁀➷ srcs... masterlist .rules. intro .

| synopsis, ୨♡୧ a little glimpse into your relationship with the spot.

★ tags -> gender neutral reader; johnathon ohnn; the spot; fluff; etc...

★ warnings -> cursing; johnathon being a meanie; mentions of trauma & abandonment

★ w.c -> 1,028

| xox, mei! ୨♡୧ -> i'm sorry these are so much shorter than p1.! tbh i had some trouble making these post-collider headcanons - so i might make a third part with more depth :] for now i hope this is okay!!

you’re everything to him. before the accident, he wasn’t too open about his feelings. anything about his stressful home life as a child and his insecurity paled in comparison to his work, and you. but once everyone else abandoned him after the accident, he found himself lost in you. you saved him at a time when he wanted nothing more than to disappear, bringing him back to the real world with your love and affection. 

at first, he really doesn’t like talking about the accident. but it doesn’t take long for him to fall apart before you, trembling and crying as he vents. late in the night, you’ll soothe him, holding him close while he cries into the crook of your neck. 

johnathon’s still awkward, but he’s cockier. in spite of all the tragedy, he feels so powerful now. his initial appearance aside, johnny’s more confident now that he can literally control the entire multiverse. it makes him feel worthy of your love in a way that wasn’t present before he became the spot.  

he’ll say flirty things out loud that he wouldn’t dare tell you in the past, being more forward and upfront about his attraction towards you.

johnathon’s mischievous ass got the best powers to fuck around with. he’ll pop out of nowhere to scare the shit out of you and it sends him into a fit of giggles.

johnathon’s far more protective of you now. before the accident, he’d worry about you, but trusted that you were strong enough to fend for yourself. now? anything’s possible. it doesn’t matter if he trusts you when doesn’t trust anyone else. he likes knowing where you are and when you’ll be back home. he loathes the thought of anyone taking you away from him, especially spider-man. 

sometimes he’ll go out with you. nyc is dangerous so he’ll be by your side, looming in a horrible disguise with well-meaning intentions. he just wants to keep you safe.

he loves annoying you with his spot and hole puns. being with someone who accepts him really helped in regards to finding the good in his new powers.

“holy moly!”

“that’s a whole lotta trouble.”

you got him a kitty cat. johnny doesn’t really work anymore, so a lot of times he’s stuck at home alone. he tries so hard not to seem clingy but he can’t help but mope whenever you leave. when you first got cow, johnathon was a little insulted.

“i’m a super villain! I don’t need a cat!”

they became best friends within the span of 24 hours.

[soapiemomorphine]

Here’s a post of the Disaster Twins’ Dynamic in my separated Rottmnt au!

This Leo grew up feral in the sewers in Staten Island, and met Donnie (who was an only child at the time) and Splinter when he was 11.

- Donnie didn’t always act all touchy feely with Leo until after he got rlly sick and almost died

- April is the first human that Leo let touch him, and April will always be Leo’s favorite human

- Leo started learning English at age 11 as a result, he’s very smart and a good learner, and he already knew basic words like ‘hungry’ ‘food’ and ‘water’, but he also knows a lot of names for drugs and curses much to Splinter’s dismay

- Leo is hella good at mimicry (like Tarzan from the Disney movie level of mimicry- he can make a convincing gunshot sound effect) he’s definitely caused multiple in-fights in gangs and grown men to shit their pants bc he’s rise Leo at heart, therefore a trickster

-In this Au, Donnie actually encourages Leo’s puns, because it takes a higher level understanding of English to make a pun that makes sense

- Donnie is hella resourceful, he had to make the sewer water clean, and hack multiple atm’s and street cams to look for his brothers

-he didn’t focus on making a battleshell however, since he didn’t have any non-soft shelled brothers to compare himself to or wrestle with, he does make it tho, after he meets Leo

-Leo is at one with with NYC pigeons/j, he’s friends with pigeons and the crows

Check out the next post!

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[regretisstoredintheme]

Request! Rise Donnie x reader that is smarter than him and teases him about it and he's furious about having a crush on them being 100% oblivious that reader already knows and feels the same way. From Donnie's POV. PLEASE and thank you!

I’ve been dreaming of a— HMMMMMM????

Request, you say????

“Anonymous asked: Request! Rise Donnie x reader that is smarter than him and teases him about it and he's furious about having a crush on them being 100% oblivious that reader already knows and feels the same way. From Donnie's POV. PLEASE and thank you!” 

A/N: unfortunately, I can’t see any way that this would go well... If any writer wants to take this prompt and make a fluff version of this, have at thee! But I can only imagine this going one way….

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Smarter. (A Oneshot) - Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for Witch Town & Mind Meld, angst, hurt no comfort, Y/n misreads his feelings, Donnie is a protective father. 

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The science guy. 

That was me.

I “dealt” with things. The “Bill Nye” comments, the teasing, the bantering, the loneliness, the hours of work into every, single, little project I made. I’ve hacked into every camera in NYC. I’ve created sentient machines, reprogrammed a useless movie vehicle to be the best in the world, I would say. Made bombs, robbed and reverse robbed banks, created rockets, bombs, ingenious battle devices, tech-bo, for christs sake! And so! Many! More! But… 

Then, there was you.

Perfect, in absolutely every way. Mystic, science, physics, hell — you even beat me in banter, leaving me speechless nearly every time. And you rubbed it in my face. You were the Hamilton to my Aaron Burr. It didn’t help that you checked off all my boxes, Cute and mean, that was my type, and I wanted to bond with you, a fellow scientist who I didn’t have to dumb down my talk for, someone I could be myself around! but you… you made yourself impossible to tolerate. I admit I didn’t take it well, when I realized…

You were everything I wanted to be. 

“Awww, is this Shelldon?” You scratched behind one of his many ears, making him trill in delight. “Ahhahawww thanks, dude! Yeah that’a me.” He responded, leaning into your touch. “He’s cute! What coolant do you take, buddy?” You asked, talking down to him like a child, the exact way Sheldon had always reprimanded me for. 

“Donnie’s experimenting with different types,” Yes I am, “He’s trying Castrol Radicool Premix right now, it’s been doing good so far.” Thank you. 

As expected, you inhale sharply through your teeth, making my attention pique from what I was trying to distract myself with. “Donnie really doesn’t take care of you, huh?”

…

What?

Me? 

I don’t take care of Shelldon?

“Uhhh… I don’t know if that’s—“ I can’t bring myself to let him finish, already standing from my gaming chair. I turned on my heel, fury in my eyes as I rolled the seat out of the way, “Excuse me?”

You chuckled, and felt my blood boil, “Awh, Donnie, you’re blushing! Embarrassed?” 

“Infuriated.” I answered. 

“Oh come off it, I simply think you should try Ethylene Glycol, it would be so much better for winter.” I grit my teeth, every word from your sicky-sweet voice made my skin crawl. I would have attacked you right then and there if I didn’t know you had better tech. Hah, better tech… better than me? ME of all people? No. 

I furrow my brows, “That was next on my list..” I seethe, feeling my nerves spike as you poked my shoulder. I hated when you did that, it made my face go red and my palms sweat. Curse this irony, it was like smiling at a joke from a person you’re mad at. It’s frustrating, but involuntary. 

“C’mon, we both know you’re not really mad, you’re just frustrated cuz you like me. Look at that blushing nose~!” I felt my voice catch in my throat as you leaned into my face, wanting nothing more than to push you away already. My body was experiencing a freeze response, and I couldn’t even bring myself to push you, it was as if my bones were made of high-grade titanium, the same as my tech. 

I clenched my fists, feeling a bit of my confidence return as Shelldon flew to my side. “I thought I was supposed to be the narcissist…” I hissed, feeling my face redden with anger. I’ve never hated anyone more. 

Your face turns confused, but I can’t bring myself to realize you might have misunderstood my feelings, “You think you’re so great, don’t you?” Shelldon cowers, I know he hates when I raise my voice, so I lower to a furious whisper, “You think you can just waltz into my lab, my life, and tell me how to run things?” My nails dig into my palm, I resist the urge to threaten you, knowing your body would never be found beneath my hands. 

“You think you’re the science guy, don’t you? Think you can correct everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve and just take my place!?” Make me worthless? Be the purple sibling? What next, re-wiring my systems? Taking scraps and making a dark matter accelerator? Drawing on eyebrows to a cheap version of my bandana!?

Your eyebrows knit, “woah, woah, Dondon, I didn’t mean—“ “Don’t fucking call me that!!” I seethe, feeling tears prick at my eyes, I hate how emotional I am when I’m angry, but I’m too deep in now. Some weak, soft shelled part of my heart is telling me to apologize, but I’ve always, always acted with my head. It’s telling me you’re a threat. And you are… aren’t you? 

“I’m not a child!” I can feel my heartbeat, eyes wide and I take a deep breath to lower my voice. “And Y’know what, I think I finally found something I’m better at.” I fold my arms, watching a frown finally form on your face. 

“Really?” You glared, matching my stiff body language.

“Yeah.” I huff, “Reading the room.” 

“You? Read a room?” You scoffed, seeming just as offended, but I didn’t mind. “Ever think maybe, I did all these things — not to take your place, but to impress you?” 

“Oh, you made an impression. Alright.” You… wanted to impress me? I turned my back to you, a small voice telling me that maybe, just maybe, I.. wasn’t acting with my head.. “A bad one.” Why am I so defensive? Why did all this get to me? Shelldon was uncomfortable, I was uncomfortable, hell, I bet my brothers could hear this! They’re probably uncomfortable! why couldn’t I be the bigger turtle and just move on?

“Just… leave..” I waved at the air, sinking into my seat with a little regret. Why was it, that around you, I was never enough? That I was just the small, weak soft shell who couldn’t play rough with his brothers? Who broke his glasses? Who practically wore a pillowcase for protection?

Why couldn’t I be cool for you? Why was I talked down to? I’ve accomplished so many things, why is it that nobody can ever look at me in awe!? Why am I always admiring someone else, and never being admired?

“…” the tension in the room began to dissipate, and I listened with baited breath as you closed the curtain behind you. I let out the sigh, and I hear Shelldon round the corner, landing his head on mine, “Well, that could’ve gone better…” he muttered, and I feel something strange as I look down at my workbench— grief? Guilt? Whatever it is, it stuck, no matter how badly I didn’t want to admit it.

“Yeah..” I mutter, twirling my screwdriver, “Yeah it could’ve.” 

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A/N: I feel like this might be a lil OOC, am I the only one who gets that vibe?? Idk I’m not really feeling this one, lmk what you guys think 😭 I guarantee another writer could best me at this prompt, and I offer it up to anyone interested! Hope this was ok, anon, really hope I didn’t wreck your day.  —

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: DramioneFanfictionWriters (Part 9)

DFW Tropes Fest 2024:

A Blade in the Earth by still_a_dragon - T, one-shot - Hermione sneaks away from Ron and Harry to meet up with Draco Malfoy mere weeks after being tortured by his Aunt at the Manor. He's been contacting her at night using magic wholly unfamiliar to her, and says he has something she needs to take down Voldemort for good. She doesn't trust him, but will do anything to end this war. When she arrives, Hermione learns more about magic than she bargained for and her fate is turned on its head by a blade in the earth.

What Dreams May Come To Be by Astrangefan - T, one-shot - Draco leaves the wizarding world as part of a deal to avoid Azkaban. Hermione leaves because she is just done with the wizarding world in general. They both end up in the same university, only they don't know each other. As it turns out, here's a lot they don't know.

Spooky Scary Death Eaters Send Shivers Down My Spine by Mykonos19 - E, one-shot - Lord Voldemort had won. The Battle of Hogwarts ended with the life of Harry Potter barely intact. Seven years later, living in NYC, Hermione Granger is approached by Draco Malfoy with information about Voldemort. Draco knows how to kill him

Every Day With You by NurseBoss - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy sustains a concussion from a bludger during a recent quidditch match. When he wakes, he insists that Hermione Granger is his girlfriend. What if Hermione Granger, with some encouraged prompting from her friend Ginny, decides to play along with Draco's alternate perception of their relationship. Then....just what if lines get blurred and feelings develop.

More to Learn by Back_to_Fanfic - T, one-shot - At the age of eleven, only child Hermione Granger was thrilled to learn that she was a witch, and to start attending Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Finally, she had a reason to not feel so alone in the world. She desperately hoped this new school would yield both new learning and new friendships, but unfortunately that was not the case. By her seventh year, she had two friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. When both her friends start dating girls from another house, she finds herself in the middle of a game of Truth or Dare. It turns out that despite being a top student she still has a lot to learn. Set in an AU in which Voldemort didn’t make any Horcruxes, and actually died the night he tried to kill Harry after murdering Lily and James Potter.

Where the End of You Begins by intrin6 - M, one-shot - Long ago, Bertrand Malfoy was sentenced to death by Marie Granger. Casting a curse on him, Malfoy ensures that his family will be the doom of Granger's. Now, many years later, their legacies meet at Hogwawrts. Sworn to end the Granger line, Draco Malfoy must now find a way to kill Hermione Granger. If his treacherous heart doesn't kill him first.

This fest is ongoing.

[anamelessfool]

Scenes from the Void AU Ages and Timelines Masterpost

Note, this is my AU. Ages and years are different. Also they're Americans. Why? Rule of cool, bro🤘

Primo

b. 1953 New York City d. 2001 Ministry HQ

Irving Robert Olson Parents: Nance and Nihil

Left the Church in 1960 with Nance, returned after her death in 1972.

Bodyguard for Mater Emeritus Jocasta 1972-1979, Groundskeeper/Super for Ministry HQ until elevation

Papa Emeritus: 1994-2000, died from exhaustion caused from the Papa Emeritus Curse

Secondo

b. 1961 Ministry HQ

Michael Aulenbach changed to Michael Leider in 2008 Parents: Rebecca and Nihil

Rebecca passed over for a promotion to Mother Imperator due to her surprise pregnancy (the magic ritual would kill the fetus)

Child prodigy pianist. Tours eastern United States as "Modern Mozart" from the ages of 6 to 10. Piano teacher to this day.

Magician of the Church 1977-2008. Head of the Conclave of Magicians 1990-1999. Papa Emeritus II 2001-2008.

Married Sandra Leider in 2006. Three children Paul (2004), Eden (2010) and Samuel (2013). Left the church in 2008 to help Sandra's family run the Leider Memorial Home. Funeral Director.

Terzo

b. 1965 Milan Ministry location d. March 2018 Ministry HQ

Arsenio Moretti Parents: Nihil and a Catholic novitiate only known as "Maria"

Fathered during Nihil's first major tour of Italy. Mother died and so he was returned to Nihil in the US in 1969.

1984 Last seen at Bishop Camino's funeral in NYC. Missing for two years, returned to Ministry in 1986 and never speaks about it to anyone (except Omega eventually) Now has photography and filmmaking skills.

Director of promotional materials, films Primo's tours 1994-2000. Elevated to Cardinal in 1998. Choir Director until his elevation to Papa Elect in 2004.

Summons Omega in 2005.

Papa Emeritus III 2008-2017. Forcibly removed from office 2017 for [REASONS REDACTED].

First Papa Emeritus formally executed by the Church in 300 years for the crimes of [REDACTED]. (you will have to read hehehe)

Copia

b. 1976???? Unknown

Copia is his real name. Unknown origin. Unknown parents, although raised as prev characters' youngest brother.

Found by Primo in mysterious circumstances in 1979. Parental figure found murdered. (My fic Violence and Gentleness focuses on this mystery)

Raised primarily by Primo. Homeschooled by Rebecca until 13. Secondo is his piano teacher.

He had a very strong bond with both Primo and Secundo and considers them father figures. Primo taught him how to be a moral person and Secondo taught him how to be an intelligent person. Secondo started teaching him piano at the age of five and by fifteen he was learning on the organ.He had an interest in math and science and pursued that at the academic level. He was the first of the family to actually go to a college outside of the Ministry. He graduated top of his class as a CPA in 1997, and immediately began working under the Head Treasurer. He was head treasurer for the Ministry from 2005-2017.

Met Cardinal Marian in 2006 was in a relationship with her until 2017, then back again in 2019.

Elevation to Cardinal 2010. Elevation to Papa Elect 2012. Finally Papa Emeritus upon Nihil's death in 2019.

Nihil

b. 1930 Milwaukee, WI d. 2019 onstage Mexico City

Robert Irving Olson Parents: Betty and Irving

Father gambler and alcoholic. Mother church organist. Church choir and guitarist. Older brother Archie lost at sea in 1946 (WWII Navy). Forced to drop out of school and work to support family in machine shop. Ran away from home in 1947. Rode the rails with the nickname "Zero". Picked up by the Satanic Church of the Void in NYC 1950. Multi-instrumentalist in Bishop Camino's house band until 1958. Odd jobs all throughout his life from taxicab driver, singing telegram, model, busker, roadie, trucker, etc.

Transferred to Ministry HQ thru Bishop Camino's recommendation. Brought Nance and Primo with him. Affair with Rebecca led to Secondo's birth and Nance leaving the church altogether. Elevated to Papa Emeritus 1963. First American Papa since Papa Camino in 1940s. Sister Imperator 's first Construct (after she underwent her magical rite she bestowed on him the Curse to make him Papa). Toured Italy and Europe 1964-1965. Secret bastard child Terzo discovered in 1969.

Got his ghouls terminally addicted to slot machines in 1972, foisted from position for that mistake. Protegee Jocasta took over until 1979.

Personal Assistant to Sister Imperator 1972-1984. Leader of the College of Cardinals 1986-2017. Return to Papa Emeritus 2017-2019.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Like No One Does

Prologue: A Proposition For A Position

Your legs had been crossed as you sat on the leather sectional set against the wall in the old Levinson’s house, set to face the flat-screen television. It was now Danah’s, given to her by her parents after they’d moved out.

Danah was to your left, her hands digging through a small bowl of assorted jellybeans to find her favourites, her eyes cast upon the colourful candy instead of the movie playing out on screen.

You watched her from the corner of your eyes, head tilted to the left, while you fiddled with the edges of your nails.

As your best friend since childhood despite the differences in your class and upbringing, Danah Levinson was easily one of the prettiest girls you had ever been around. She had striking blue eyes and thick brown hair that always seemed to be set into place without a single struggle.

“Still struggling?” You questioned her with a laugh, watching her huff and hand the bowl to you, giving up on her task. “Who likes the coffee-flavoured jellybeans anyway?”

“Who likes the buttered popcorn?” She retort with a huff, her arms crossed over her chest.

She returned her attention to the screen in front of you, the movie playing out though neither of you had been paying attention. While it was standard practice for the two of you to spend your Friday nights watching whatever random B-list movie you could find, the tradition had tapered off in the last few years.

Danah and yourself had both gone to university, however, you had to drop out of the program two years into it due to your parent's medical bills that had fallen into your hands to pay off. You had dropped the program, doubled down on whatever work you could find and managed to land a half-decent waitressing job at a banquet hall.

Danah, on the other hand, had been the good Jewish girl she was and continued her university career. She was well on making her parents as proud as her older brother had.

Ari Levinson, the oldest of the two Levinson children, had become a well-known figure in the business world after creating and running a massive tech company. He was a self-made man who spent his time split between NYC and Boston, where the Levinsons lived. His career had been the highlight of his parents' lives, the ever-present pride evident in their voices anytime they talked about him.

“I like the buttered popcorn.” You had dug through like she had, grinning to yourself when you came upon the aforementioned jellybeans, stealing all that you could find.

As the movie played out, the front door opened and a small gust of wind had come with the arrival of the oldest Levinson child. Another tradition that had remained in place ever since you’d known Danah, was the Sunday night dinners that Ari had come to as often as possible. Even though the old home was now given to her, they still had dinner together as often as they could.

And with his arrival had come yet another scoff from Danah.

She was incredibly close with her brother, though they had the typical back-and-forth between the two that was usually laced with sarcasm and insults. There weren’t many moments you could reminisce on wherein they weren’t throwing digs at each other in their way. And with that, had come an appreciation from you toward their relationship.

“Stranger danger.” Danah stood up from the couch and moved toward Ari, her blue eyes narrowed in the direction of her brother as she scowled at him. “Who are you again? It’s been weeks since I’ve seen you.”

Ari to his credit, hadn’t responded verbally. Rather her had put his hand on top of her head and ruffled her hair, the action more irritating to your best friend than anything he could have spoken. Danah had gritted her teeth and slammed her hand into his shoulder, muttering under her breath aggressively, threatening him with something unseemly.

“Fucker.” Her next curse was louder, and you’d looked over your shoulder, watching her stalk toward the fridge, ripping the door open to grab a bottle of water.

While you were watching her, you felt Ari watching you. You felt his eyes upon you, his blues eyes studying you as you sat on the couch. You dropped your gaze to the small bowl of candy and feigned interest in finding your coveted flavour. As you started to rifle through, you felt the tension in the air grow thicker.

“Not gonna say hi, princess?” His voice was thick and husky, and he’d stood behind the sectional only to lean over and brush his arm against yours.

You had been once again reminded of his size, his height was unseemly compared to yours, and his broad width was unlike anyone you’d ever met before. You were caged in by his arms, and your eyes had grown wider when you felt him leaning in further. The subtle hint of his cologne, musk and spices, had delivered a punch to your core system, almost causing you to shut down.

“Ari fuck off.” Danah had shoved her way between Ari and another piece of furniture, glaring daggers at her older brother, scolding him vehemently. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

You didn’t move, couldn’t move, not until your phone blared with a reminder that you were supposed to be leaving as you had to get up early for work. With a frown you reached forward to grab your phone from the coffee table in front of you, swiping it from the dark stained wood. You ended the timer and set the phone on your thigh, briefly, before handing the bowl of candy to Danah.

“I have to go anyway.” Your sigh was weary, and you’d felt irritated by the own timer that was killing your night off. “I have to be up at a stupid hour-“

“You have two jobs?” Danah questioned you, her attention drawn from the TV to her phone, and then over her shoulder to where Ari was rifling through the cupboards for some pots and pans. “Thought you just had the one.”

“Between rent and medical bills…?” You stood from the couch and slipped your phone into your back pocket, and then moved toward the front door of her house. “I have to have two jobs.”

“You should find something new, princess.” Ari had quipped, moving from the kitchen toward the front door, his frame as massive as ever as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “You need something better?”

“I’ll be fine.” You yanked your cheap boots on your feet, and then slipped your jacket on, keys tucked into your coat pocket.

“Sure, sweetheart.” Ari rolled his eyes, his eyes zeroing in on you with feigned interest. “You could always work for me.”

You froze in the doorway, blasted by cold air from outside, and deliriously heated by the intensity of his gaze as he looked you over.

“Ari, quit being a fucking flirt!” Danah called from her place near the kitchen, her voice irritated.

A flirt, was the very minimalist way to describe Danah’s older brother. He was a notorious flirt, someone who was never really alone. Ari Levinson never had an empty bed, even when he was going through his noncommittal stages of his love life.

“My assistant is going on maternity leave.” He stepped closer, his hands shoved into the pockets of his tailored suit pants.

“It’s not yours is it?” You quipped, your eyes narrowed and heat bubbling under your skin. That heat had only intensified when he laughed naturally, the tone eliciting a shiver that ran down your spine.

“Trust me baby,” his voice had grown huskier, thicker, “if I tried, her wife would cut my dick off.”

“Attached to that?” You ignored your heart racing, and looked back over your shoulder to where your car was waiting.

“More than you know princess.” His lips twitched as a half-smirk crossed his face, and then he cocked his head to the side. “You want the job?”

“I’ll be fine, I can manage.” You denied him, instantly.

“Don’t turn it down so fast, baby. You should think about it.”

Your phone blared again, in your back pocket, and you were reminded of your time crunch. As you opened your mouth to speak, a crash from the kitchen had broken any attempt to further the conversation. Ari had turned his head to look at the source of Danah’s chaotic noise, and you had taken the chance to leave.

You stepped outside and closed the door with a solid click, and furthered yourself to your car. You didn’t wait for it to warm up like you should’ve, you started the engine blasted the heat and left.

All while remaining ignorant to the heat that was blistering yourself.

[obsidianpen]

I do think it’d be super fun to attend a fan or community meeting hahahah maybe we could all go see cursed child lol

but do tell if your ever in NYC!

nooooooo I couldn’t 😭

but I will! I have to visit someday, see how much my old neighborhood has changed 👀

[cursedcricket]

For everyone not in the cursed child fandom here’s a news update:

The official Cursed Child NYC account recently implied that Albus Potter uses he/they pronouns

They posted photos of Rose, Scorpius and Albus with text that described the characters and used both he/him and they/them for Albus

This was exclusive to Albus and did not happen in Rose or Scorpius’

Praying that this means canon he/they Albus

[keelt9]

Chapter 8

Masterlist

It’s impressive the amount of love people have for the team. I was 4 blocks away when I already saw a lot of people walking with white, black and orange clothes, so I parked in the first empty space I found. 

When I entered the field, the team was in the middle of the warm up. I sit in the benches a little far away but closer where the wide receiver will be practicing. By the time they make a practice with the team complet it’s like being in a game, a lot of cheering, shouts and gasps in every play.

I’m not going to lie, my eyes are fully focused on the guy with the number 9 on his orange shirt.

Before the practice ends I lift from my place, I think my plan of giving him the hoodie must wait, there are so many people.

“Aye!” I was walking out of the field where you can still hear the shouts. “Please don’t tell me you’re already leaving.” 

Chase is walking with a bottle on his hand and his helmet on the top of his head. 

“I’m afraid I do. I have a flight to take.” He nods and notices the paper bag on my hand.

“I hope you bought another nice shirt.” I came wearing the t-shirt with the number 1. He has that child look of involvement.

“Actually, do you mind helping me with something?” He narrowed his eyes. “Just if you don’t get in trouble, of course.”

I told him my plan expecting a full rejection but surprisingly he clapped his hands and rubbed together. “Girl, the easiest thing in the world, count me in.” 

That’s how we ended in the corridor to the locker room, seeing no one came for any of the hallways.. 

“Ok, take your time, I will cover you.” I nod but still there is missing information for the mission. “Oh, right, Joe’s locker is at the back, last one to the right.” 

“Thank you so much.” He smiles and pushes me inside.

I feel like an invader in the locker room, and seeing underwear doesn't help me at all, so I ran to the back searching the name and number of Joe on the upper part until I found it. Clothes, pads and funny items split all over his place. 

I hung out the hoodie between his clothes, but when I looked inside of his locker I found a picture from the last time he was at my home, this one wasn’t any of the ones I gave him. I observe it closer to analyze carefully.

One night out of the blue he asked me to teach him the recipe of my mom brownies, now I understand why. He said it helps him to repeat every step if he records it, that was a half excuse. In the photo you can see me standing next to him, as he is pouring the mix “on” the mold, but his eyes weren't on the mixture falling from the border of it, his eyes were on me as I giggled for the mess in the kitchen.

The buzz of my phone makes me jump and bring me one more time to the earth, remembering where I am.

“Shit.” I whisper as I pick up my phone, it’s Pam.

“Please, tell me you haven’t arrived in Chicago?” She sounds breathless almost like she’s in the middle of a marathon.

“No, I’ll be there late at night.” I giggled as I heard her cursing for a man crossing on her way.

“Well, don’t be at home, long short story, you remember the editor from Spain? He has a quick stop in NYC, he wants to see us to sign the contract, the problem is he will just be there tomorrow, so we have to be there, like right now." Last time we were so close to signing a contract with them but unfortunately we couldn't, actually we believed that was one of our biggest regrets, until now.

“All, right, all right, you’re closer, go and I'll reach you am..” I look at my phone, 1 pm. “At night, to prepare everything else.” 

“That’s why I'm running to the airport, I will call you when I arrive, ok?” Rush but happy, I think it’s our feeling right now.

“See you tonight Pam.” I set Joe things just as they were and rushed to the exit.

I thank Chase and I apologize for leaving so quickly but abruptly I’m in an emergency from work. He, like Joe, invited me to the kick off here in Cincinnati but I told him I would be out on that date but I wish a good start of the season.

Like the roadrunner I say goodbye to Leah and my parents, grab my bags and rush to the airport where lucky me I found a seat for the next flight. 

I was waiting on line texting the good news to Lucy; I didn't have to ask because she said will take the first flight to NYC, too, when Joe's name appeared on the screen.

“Please tell me Chase is joking.” I heard in the background mumblings, loud voices but recognized the scream of Chase. 

“I’M NOT LYING!” I scoff as I imagine him a little far away but enough for hearing Joe complaining. 

“Where are you? I didn’t even know you were thinking about coming.” I’m getting closer to the entrance. 

“Because I didn't even know, it was a spontaneous decision.” Joe scoffed. “Hey, I have to hang out, I’m taking a plane, like right now. I’ll call you back, ok?”

The young woman smiled at me as I gave her my ticket.

“The hoodie is amazing, thank you.” I smile while putting my phone in my pocket after he hangs up. 

The fly was calm, I revised the contrac we´re going to give to the editor, checking even the small letters, as I promised I called Joe right away, waiting to get my bags.

We talked about his practice and he scolded me for not telling him I was there, he loved to see me even if it's just for a second.

“Do I have any chance for 4th of July?” These days we have a break before closing the tour of the book.

“Sorry Joe, my parents talked about going with Pete, so probably we'll be there.” I arrived at the hotel where Pam already made our reservations. “And don't, focus on your training all right, when all these are over, I'll go visit you.”

“Ok, ok, but promise me one thing?” The young boy helped me with my bags and closed the door. “Go to the game, any game.”

“Joe. I don't see the lines in the field.” He laughs. “I got the emotion of being in a game but it's easier for me to see the color lines on T.V  knowing what is happening.”

Still, it terrifies me to get involved in his world one more time with the risk he could shut me down in a blink of an eye.

“You'll be in my box, the best of two worlds.” I don't answer but he interprets that. “Just think about it, ok?” 

“I'll do it, I have to go, goodnight Joe.” I hear Pam knocking before entering my room.

She quickly ran and stuck to my phone too. “Keep drinking water and don't skip your meals.” He gives healthy advice from time to time..

Pam faked slipping to the floor, <Die of fondness> “That should be my advice.”  

“Night Y/N.” I heard him giggle before hanging out.

I see Pam, lifting from the floor with her face red, I roll my eyes as I help her to sit and start to work.

“How? How can you reject him so easily?” Pam opens her computer.

“It's not.” She put her hand over my papers. “It's not that easy, believe.” Pam hit the table full of excitement, before starting to work.

Months of endless work, the tour in the foreign was a success so by the time we started Lucy had a huge recognition, long lines of kids waiting for her, some interviews in T.V and radio along with good reviews.

Claire makes a quick stop in San Francisco, witnessing all our hard work.

“So proud of you.” Claire said to Pam and me as we stood at the back of Lucy who keeps singing books. 

“Make sure to spend a good time with your family next week.” Claire smiles before seeing the owner of the bookshop asking for a couple of minutes.

My phone buzzed, a text from Joe. He resumed his classes with my father now he had days of full rest; so he's been sending me a small video of his practice “asking for a second opinion.”

“Are you going to see him?” Pam winks at me as I try to relax my face from a big smile.

“No, we’re going with Peter.” Pam nods but I see her hand moving, she has something else to say. “What?” I look at her.

She cleared her throat. “You want to see him too.” She winks at me. “It's written on your face, but ok, good things come for the ones who waited.”

“Omg, that's so cheesy!” I shiver walking away too.

By the end of the week Lucy feels defeated too, not in a bad way, just tired and missing her boyfriend, the break of July suits us perfectly.

“Just make sure to send the information properly, please.” Peter doesn't let go that easily. Last time I flew on my way back home I texted him wrong the time and flight number.

“It was just one time, God!” Mom and dad arrived the day before, not before I asked for a special order at the coffee shop.

“You say that because you weren't the one who keeps asking for a flight that doesn’t even exist” The protest of Peter was interrupted by mom taking the phone of his home from his hands.

“Archie is searching for you, go.” I heard mom with her white lie. “Hello sweetie, your order was a successful delivery.”

I asked mom and dad for their special pie of fruits for Joe, one of his favorite desserts. “Thanks mom, I'll be there tomorrow morning all right?” The screams form Archie made us giggle

“This big kid wants to say something.” I was making my bags because with a late night flight, I could forget some things.

“Hi Aunt, just a quick reminder.” I laughed because I knew his reminder. “We have to go and see the fireworks on the beach, ok? Don't make excuses!” 

Like I promised, I double checked the information before sending it to Peter, with a small delay on the flight I will probably be landing in Sarasota at 1 am, so I text my family they shouldn’t be worried, I’ll call a cab to take me Peter home.

Leah called me when I texted her that I already landed. We invited her and her family to spend the 4th of July with us but her parents already had plans with her grandmother. 

“Yeah, I know but my parents insist I should be going with grandma. I mean I love her but I expect to at least remind wake up past 10 pm.” I giggle because usually she is the kind of person who likes to stay up really late at night.

“You could go out.” Leah scoffs, her grandparents live in the countryside.

“Yeah, the crickets sound like a hilarious company.” Both of us laugh and picture her alone in the middle of the night with the harmony of the crickets. 

“Hey, I’m hanging out. I have to pick my suitcase, looking for a cab and I’m exhausted.” The only thing on my mind is crash in the first fluffy space in Peter house.

“Ok, text me when you're in Peter house, all right? Love you.” 

As I pick up my suitcase I stop in the waiting room debating if I should risk and grab a cab falling asleep as soon as I sit  or I take the offer of dad and call him to pick me.

“Am, miss.” A young kid with brown hair pulled slightly from my bag. “This is for you.” She gave me a coffee and then ran away with her mother who just gave her hand to me.

I smell the coffee, nothing weird.

“It’s funny how you find old friends in the most random places.” Joe's voice made me jump and spill a few hot drops over my hand.

“Auch.” I change the coffee to my other hand for cleaning the hot coffee drops but Joe takes it first cleaning them with his t-shirt.

“That’s not how I planned.” I chuckle. “I’m sorry, are you alright?”

“What are you doing here?” I hug him carefully. I don't want a double burn. “You should be at home, resting.” 

Joe pressed me tight against him. It’s been more than 5 months since he saw me. 

“Hi.” He said as we split. “Finally I caught you.” 

I shake my head. “I’m talking seriously, you should be in your house.” The poor guy who is supposed to deliver the pie must spend a lot of time outside of an empty mansion.

“Why are you sending me home?” I searched on my phone for a photo of the pie and the small note I asked my mother to add on the top, so I can show it to him.

“You're supposed to be receiving this.” Joe sees the photo and looks at me.

“This is for me? So sweet, thank you.” I cover my face, the first time I try to do something “romantic” ends in a random guy enjoying a delicious pie. 

“Omg, unbelievable.” I grab my suitcase and walk away laughing about the ironic situation. 

Joe runs and grabs my hand and my suitcase walking to the exit. “You can compensate… that pie.” 

“That isn't what it is supposed to be.” He smiles and I see his cheeks turning red.

“You send it thinking about me.” The proud tone makes it hard to keep a serious face. “So I have an idea if you go with me.”

I struggle internally if my tiredness is bigger or I can use the energy this coffee could give me.

“It’s 1:45 of the morning.” Joe nods but doesn't speak, he won't change his mind. I take a sip of my coffee as we walk to the parking lot. “I will need more than a coffee.”

“Is that a yes?” Joe sees my eyes shining brightly.

This time I was the one who didn’t answer but interlaced my fingers with his, as I smiled at him. 

I give up, I reach the point of not returning.