#chat:arthur

[spencerquinnofficial]

✑ Phoenix, AZ ; @arthurgustin​ ;

     “... So if I put down an eight, it means you skip a turn?” Spencer asks with a frown, as if he weren’t the one to suggest playing this game. The round’s not even started yet and Spencer is breaking his own no-phones rule for the sake of checking the game rules yet again. He’s pretty sure Switch is just Uno without the colours, but Poker was way too confusing so here they are.

The sun is starting to rise now, the air warming just slightly and the black sky softening as a hint of orange creeps over the horizon and the porch light tries to decide if its services are needed, flickering on and off every few minutes. They’d overshot it a little, up for the past forty-five minutes in fear that they’d miss it, but dawn is on its way now as they sip their second round of cappuccinos.

“What the heck did we do in Texas without phones and music?” He asks once he’s finished dealing out seven cards for each of them, words mumbled as Spencer looks over his hand and the smart speaker continues to carry music out from where it’s playing in the lounge. “I swear, sometimes I try to remember what we did back then and I come up blank. It wasn’t that boring, was it?”

[mcllyprcwett]

she had turned her back for a second -- simply to start the rinsing charm, the dishes had been piling and this gave her more time for their little devil, turning to greet the little boy who took after his father in more ways than one -- his devilish good looks, those curls that had her melting --a laughter that rivalled another favourite melody of hers, but she was met with an empty spot on the blanket. 

eyes widening in complete and blatant horror as little bill was nowhere in sight, all that was left was a rather smushed strawberry and the toys that her seemed to have grown bored of -- dropping to her knees, she looked carefully at the spot, of course their son would leave remnants of his little escape -- just follow the strawberry juices molly, what she hadn’t expected was to crawl right into two rather sturdy legs -- legs that she would know anywhere, “trouble --” she greeted rather breathlessly, sitting back on her hunches to peer up at him, “what can i do for you?” if he caught wind of this -- he would never let her live this down, she just had to teach their little terror hide and seek - serves her right. 

@wecsleys​

[josh-cole]

Text ✉︎ Josh & Arthur

15th Feb @ 10;45am:

Josh: Morning quizmaster! Hearing lots of good things about last night :) Wish I was there

[mcllyprcwctt]

she had nearly gone mad -- molly prewett was not one who was satisfied by sitting idly at home, she managed to do everything on the chore list, fabian and gideon would worship her existence by the end of it, she had even knocked their chores off the list -- she had been so desperate that she had gotten ready to de-gnome the front lawn, as she tucked herself into her gear - in that moment she knew she had to get out of the house -- 

pince could argue that her library was in top shape, but nothing would beat the shelves of flourish and blotts, tucked away in a corner, sheltering her dress from the breeze of the front door -- godric knew she didn’t need a repeat of the summer of 75′, molly was happily distracted -- distracted from the stress that could only come from nerves of her first day, distracted from the longing in her heart for more time to be a child and most of all, distracted from the ginger haired boy that tended to haunt her dreams -- 

@wecsleys​

[frcnklcngbottom]

frank liked to think that he was a simple boy - one that didn’t have too many vices and wasn’t OBNOXIOUS, but he was also a boy who enjoyed his bubble baths far too much, it was his GUILTY PLEASURE. there was something soothing about resting his head against the tile and his torso sunk deep in pastel bubbles -- soft groan escaped his lips as he heard a noise -- “myrtle - we had a conversation about PRIVACY, didn’t we?” the boy called out, not opening his eyes as he sunk deeper into the water to avoid her curious gaze, “you’re a lovely lass --” the boy tried, “just have a girlfriend” and then there was the fact that his ears would bleed from her tantrums and well more importantly, she was a ghost. 

@wecsleys​

[sethcohcnaf]

closed - @rvmovrs​

Thread: Molly Prewett & Arthur Weasley  Location: The Prewett Residence - Appleby, North Lincolnshire 

molly was no stranger to tardiness, her friendship with teddy was proof that she had the patience of a saint, but as she sat on the countertop waiting for her ginger haired boy, she found herself mildly annoyed. she had a date planned - mind you, it was one that involved them staying in and occupying the currently parent-less space, as her parents enjoyed a mini vacation to scotland. the twins were no where in sight -- it was absolutely perfect. the one person who mattered however wasn’t here, even after he had promised to be on time -- pinky promise. she heard a rapt to the door -- hopping off to fetch it, exasperation was what crept at her features as she opened the door to simply look at him, before turning on her heel and finding herself on her faithful countertop -- he didn’t deserve a hello right now, as much as it ached her. 

[franklongbottxm]

Frank had gotten the tickets a while ago, but ended up deciding that it might be nice to spend a night out with one of his wizard friends. Plus, who better to invite to a Quidditch game than Arthur? Standing outside the stadium, he hand his hands in his pocket as he watched all the different kinds of fans walking past him. Some who were over dressed and some that just looked like the came to watch quietly. Seeing Arthur, Frank gave a small wave of his hand and smiled. “Glad to see Molly let you out for a bit!” He joked a bit. “You ready for the match?” 

@arthurweasleyx

[spencer-quinn]

Hi, are you free? I need you for something. It's an emergency - well, not an emergency. It's more, like, time sensitive. I'll need you soon. Really soon. Now, preferably, but definitely soon.

I was just on my way to— No, yeah, it can wait. Your thing seems more important.

[heybillywatson]

arthurgustin​:

“Oh, cool. I’ll have to look into some of those,” he decides. “How did you decide which schools you wanted to look at? There are like, at least fifteen in New York City alone, never mind the rest of the country. Did you look at schools in different states, too?” 

"You should," Billy agrees. "I looked at cities I thought were interesting, and New York was really intriguing. I looked at placer closer to my mom too, though," he adds. "And then every school has slight differences to try to stand out, and this one just had more focus on what I might want to do later."

[spencerquinnofficial]

It’s Christmas! Let’s Be Glad! • Spencer & Arthur • Closed

The fire crackles as it comes to life, illuminating the centre of the living area as Spencer stands back up from the crouch he was in as he poked the logs. The smell of gingerbread is beginning to fill the room now from the candle he’s already lit and placed on the mantle - and fine, he'll admit it, it smells good. Not nearly as sickly as he'd argued it'd be. Maybe it was an unfair trade, only lighting a candle and the fire whilst Arthur lugs the boxes in from the closet under the stairs, but he has milk warming on the stove, ready for the hot chocolates he plans to make shortly. Maybe that makes up for his lack of manual labour.

"Alexa," he mumbles as he's heading out of the room. "Play Christmas songs."

He's never been a fan of them, but he knows little things like these mean a lot more to Arthur for whatever reason. Speaking of things that make Arthur happy, the milk seems to be about done when he checks on it again, and Spencer gets to work on adding the liqueur (something that makes him happy) and cocoa to the mix.

"Babe," he calls over the voice of George Michael now playing from the lounge. "Double or single shot?" Spencer asks as he prays for the latter.

@arthurgustin

[spencer-quinn]

He breathes out a laugh, his ankle hooking over Arthur’s beneath the sheets. “Hey,” he mumbles, sleep still in his voice as he lightly tugs the man’s hair.

Spencer curls a lock of Arthur's hair around his ring finger, counting to ten in his head again, still willing himself to wake him.

The sensation causes Arthur to stir, but not enough to wake yet. From his position on his stomach, he hugs his pillow closer and curls into the warmth of the body beside him with a deep sigh. 

[josh-cole]

Josh & Arthur ✉︎ 4/2/21

Josh: Do u know much about that Matthew person? Is he a good guy?

[mcllyprcwctt]

molly had been brimming with excitement -- the kind that had her jittery and restless on the sofa, the heat of the fire soothing yet it was only a matter of time before the sweats kicked in and she had hoped that arthur would make an appearance before then. it’s not that she knew his schedule - no, that would be rather invasive and well, a hint of desperate. she was just a bit investigative - she had checked the boy’s dorms and it wasn’t till one of his dormmates mentioned that he had been out and about that she realized that he hadn’t retuned back to the tower. it was only a matter of time before he returned to the common room, unless he was sneaking out, which could be a very real possibility - he had done it with her, and he had friends - people he might want to see, she was being silly waiting up for him. she should have just owled - perhaps she’d catch him at breakfast -- just as her spiral was coming to an end and she stood up -- the portrait swung open, “hi --” she breathed out, smile stretching as her gaze fell to him. arthur weasley had impeccable timing. 

@wecsleys​

[elliotxcrawley]

Jingle Bell Rock- Alistair, Elliot and Jolene

@alistairxrickaby​

They had finally gotten Jo back after some 7+ excruciating days of panic- just in time for the holiday- and Elliot could not have been more relieved.

Relieved and exhausted. 

He was thankful for Alistair being present (he had asked Al to come when they went to turn over the money in exchange for Jolene), glad that Arthur was there when he dropped to his knees to catch the girl in his arms as she ran towards them. Thankful to have someone to alternate rocking duty when Jo couldn’t fall asleep, plagued by nightmares. 

They had made a promise, Elliot and Al, that they wouldn’t walk out on the other. No matter what. Even after what Elliot had done. Even after what Arthur had told him. Elliot intended to stay right there by Alistair’s side. And he trusted Al would do the same. It all seemed very... domestic. In their own odd, sort of way. More mature than what they had before but just as passionate. Just as...natural.

Besides, Jo deserved a semi normal life with two semi functioning guardians. Something that it seemed neither Elliot nor Alistair had. Childhood was something so precious; Elliot wanted to give Jo everything he didn’t have:

Happy Christmases (or Atheist Winters) with loads of presents under the tree and most importantly a feeling of safety and warmth. As often as possible. And suddenly, Elliot began to notice a family dynamic began to develop.

Jo had wanted a big doll house which Alistair had put together and Elliot wrapped and they both figured out a way to position it so that it fit somewhere in the tree’s generally proximity as Alistair, being the ridiculous (excessive) spend thrift had already stuffed as many toys and art sets and stuffed animals under the tree that could fit. As for Elliot? He had Alistair and Elliot had Jolene and they were really all he needed.

Elliot had let Jolene pick out new pajamas for Christmas Eve, and of course, already favoring the dramatics (most likely taking after Alistair) Jo picked out a gigantic neon dragon onesie with wings and a tail that dragged behind her. And she wouldn’t take it off- hopping into bed and hiding under the hood, mumbling some sleepy nonsense about biting the arms off of the kings of the castle if they dared disturb her slumber.

As Elliot and Alistair needed their arms, they left her be. Not that they would be the ones to wake her in the morning anyway- It would be the other way around.

It was barely 6:30 when the door to Elliot’s room burst open and a tiny dragon flew onto the bed.

“IS CHRISTMAS! UP! UP!”

Elliot yawned, a hand shooting out to the side table to search for his glasses.

“I’m up. I’m up.”

Crawling over Elliot to reach Alistair, who had cover his head with the duvet. “MERRY CHRISTMAS HO HO HO!” 

Elliot rubbed his face. Coffee. Coffee was something that was needed. 

The dragon bellowed hopping up and down on the bed before little hands landed on the the mountain under the covers that was Alistair, pushing on his shoulders, “Uncle Al, Uncle Al, wake up!” When there was no response, Jolene slid off the bed, padding across the floor to find Alistair’s hand that was hanging out from under the sheets, pulling until she successfully got the man out from the warmth of the bed. “It Christmas!”

Bouncing up and down with excitement, Jo lead Alistair by the hand out of the bed room and into the living room, chatting away about santa or elves or whatever before letting his hand drop at the sight of the tree. She paused, taking a step forward before looking at Alistair than Elliot (Who at this point had already had coffee in the pot). Moving to where the two of them stood, Elliot reached a hand down, brushing a couple strands of blonde bed head hair off of Jolene’s forehead before commenting:

“Go on, then, Jo-Bean.”

And with that she was off, “Wow-”

While she was distracted Elliot moved to reach for something under the couch, pulling out a neatly wrapped box and holding it out to Alistair.

“I love you more than I hate this so...” He paused before letting his lips find Alistair’s. 

“Merry Christmas, Arthur.”

Winking before he broke away to sit on the floor next to Jo, helping her open the safety ties on a baby doll box. Jo would be going to spend the rest of the day with her mother, Elliot and Alistair had the morning with Jolene, and Elliot wanted to be apart of every moment. This was the first Christmas he was spending with Jolene and the first Christmas (in 20 years) he was spending with Arthur and Elliot could’t help but find absolute satisfaction in the idea that this was how Christmas would be for years to come.

[naterillage]

@arthur-gustin They think you’re hiding something... Are you hiding something?

[spencer-quinn]

arthur-gustin

I made you a card. I couldn’t get a cupcake though so I just got you a cookie instead but I counted to make sure it had the most chocolate chips.

You counted, huh?