i am penny and penny is me

Day One Hundred and Seven

-From over the walkie, I heard the most ominous and bone-chilling sentence I have yet to encounter in the workplace: “The chicken has gone to roost.” There are shady operations underfoot here of which I am not aware. I will investigate further and report back with my poultry findings.

-I stocked a shelf of diapers featuring a toddler in sunglasses, a crop top, and, as one would expect, a diaper. I am prepared to pronounce this the look of 2017.

-Tonight I decided to sport my new pair of pants for the first time. As a result, I discovered that the fly of these pants does not particularly like to stay up. My one regret is not having worn my dinosaur-covered boxers.

-A banana peel was found, carelessly thrown onto the floor. Much to my disappointment, the HR head picked it up and subsequently disposed of it before it could live up to its comedic potential. I am particularly let down, as it is not every night that one’s workplace becomes a Looney Tunes set.

-While browsing through anniversary cards on my break, I stumbled across categories such as “two dads” and “wife to wife.” All of these cards were terrible, as is par for the course when it comes to greeting cards, but I am thrilled to know that cheesiness transcends heteronormativity.

-A girl sobbed as her mother pushed her through the store, suddenly shouting, “I’m gonna grow up!” The mother stopped, deeply concerned, and asked if she meant that she was going to throw up. The girl shook her head and replied, “No, this is worse.”

-While checking the fitting rooms, I found a lost penny. It was tails up, however, I picked it up anyway. I am not a greedy man. I do not need more luck than a free penny.

-I found a sign marked “Pizza Hut URGENT” posted by the fitting rooms. I was unable to determine the body of the message due to a lack of interest, but if any urgent matters come up, I know now who to call first.

-I asked a manager what I should do were I to find someone hiding underneath the infants furniture display. She told me that she actually did not know, despite it being part of the closing procedure. A part of me now secretly hopes to find someone stowed away beneath the strollers, if only so I can get their input on what the proper response should be.

@echollama asked: Hello there! For your outfit challenge, could we get Penny in F4 please?

Yes you may, you nice polite child! Forgive me for being so slow with these suggestions guys, but I’m still doing them!

Real talk though this would totally be the pajama shirt Penny would wear to her first sleep over at Ruby’s. Had she made it that far. ✧・゚: *

anonymous asked:

SM!AU prompt2: people don't know who their soul mates are but they can feel it when they meet them. As they grow, the get little details about them, a hint of their individual smell like a whiff of perfume, a peel of laughter lost to the wind and they get small pieces of their features. Betty knows the feel of leather before she ever saw Jughead in his jacket. (I'm not sure how this could work but just an idea)

This is gonna be a little tricky but I’ll give it a go.

Betty sat in the back booth at Pops, her chin propped in her hand as she watched Archie and Veronica whispering to each other and sharing stolen kisses a few booths away, they were perfect together, the very definition of soulmates. Archie brushed a dark strand of hair out of Veronica’s face and Betty couldn’t help the audible sigh that escaped her lips. Of course she was happy for her best friends, they deserved each other but sometimes it stung more than it should.

Betty Cooper was mateless, she was sure of it. It broke her heart to think about it but at 18 years old, time was running out and she still hadn’t had any of the mysterious feelings her friends had talked about. She could remember clearly the day Veronica ran through her bedroom doors going on about a specific shade of orange and how that was the only color she could see, then there was the way Archie kept fiddling with his bare neck and claiming he felt something like pearls resting there. It was beautiful when the pair finally realized they were meant to be.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Betty glanced up, her eyes softening at the beanie wearing boy as he slid in the space across from her, his hands clutching a plate of fries.

“Definitely not worth a penny Juggie.” Betty smiled sadly, reaching towards his plate and grabbing a fry.

He looked at her with concerned eyes
“What’s the matter? You’ve got that look in your eyes.”

Betty raised a brow
“What look?” She asked incredulously

Jughead scrunched his nose and pouted
“This one” he mimicked something that was similar to a puppy dog face.

“Oh please” she giggled, throwing a straw wrapper at him as he smirked.

“No really Bets, what’s up?”

Her eyes lingered in Archie and Veronica’s direction and Jughead nodded knowingly.

“You want that huh?” He said softly, not an ounce of judgment in his tone.

The blonde nodded slowly, her eyes dropping as she fiddled with her fingers.

“It’s just not fair. I haven’t felt anything! I don’t see anything, I don’t feel anything. When is it my turn?” She moped miserably, her eyes filling with tears.

Jughead moved to her side of the booth and wrapped his arm around her shoulders
“You’ll get it Bets, I know you will. You just have to be patient.”

She rested her head in the crook of his neck and inhaled the familiar smell of smoke and toothpaste mixed with his distinct cologne.
“I don’t know juggie”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, running his nose over her silky blonde hair.
“I do.”

They sat like that for an hour, the quiet was comfortable and Jughead felt his eyes get droopy as he listened to her steady breathing.

Finally Betty broke the silence
“I should go. Big river vixens game tonight. Hurray go riverdale.” She monotoned.

Jughead laughed
“You’re becoming very cynical with age my Beautiful blonde friend.”

She laughed, rising from the booth and grabbing her bag as she waved a lazy hand
“See you tommorow?”

He nodded, pulling his laptop out
“You got it.”

He watched her walk out the door and sighed, she was so beautiful and good and kind, whoever her soulmate would be was a very lucky man.

Two hours later and four chapters in, he heard the familiar giggle that always made his heart lighter, he looked up with a lazy smile expecting to see Betty standing over him in her tiny blue and gold cheerleading uniform. But she wasn’t standing there, in fact she wasn’t anywhere in the diner but he could still hear her laughter, he stood up, eyes scanning the entire diner as the laughter faded softly. He scratched the back of his neck as he called for Pops.

“Hey Pops? Is Betty here? Did she head into the bathroom?”

Poptate looked up from cleaning the counter and glanced around

“Jughead it’s 11:00, you’re the only one in here.” The older man rolled his eyes, heading back into the kitchen.

What the hell was that about?

Betty cursed herself as she walked through the dark streets of Riverdale, the game had run later than expected and Betty had to walk home in the dark, and the fact that she had forgotten her jacket was not helping the situation. It was a particularly cold, damp night and her sleeveless uniform top was not providing much protection against the wind.

She should have just taken the ride with Veronica, wrapping her hands around her body she shivered. Her fingers came up to grasp bare skin but something was strange. Instead of feeling the prominent goosebumps playing on her skin she felt rough denim, it was familiar and worn in but when she glanced down there was nothing on her body. She knew the feeling, it was Jugheads denim jacket, the one she had worn at the drive in so many times.

She wasn’t cold anymore, it was almost as if she was wrapped up in Jughead.

What was going on?

Betty slammed her locker shut, the bags under her eyes were visible to all and Kevin noticed immediately.

“Rough night?” He asked soothingly as Joaquin handed the blonde a to go cup of coffee, which she gripped gratefully, pressing a kiss to his cheek causing the long haired teen to blush.

“Something weird is happening. I don’t know what it is but I’ve been up all night trying to figure it out.” She sighed as they walked to their first period

“What do you mean?”

Betty looked around nervously
“Well last night, I was walking home and I remember being freezing and then all of a sudden I wasn’t. It’s like Jughead was next to me, I mean I could feel his jacket!” She threw a hand up dramatically.

Kevin and Joaquin exchanged a glance as a smile appeared on their faces, grinning at something behind Betty.

“Looks like he didn’t sleep too well either” Joaquin nodded towards Jughead who was walking towards them.

“Hey” the flannel wearing boy grumbled, slumping against a locker, his eyes scanning Betty’s tired face.

“You didn’t sleep either?” He questioned knowingly.

Betty nodded standing outside her chemistry classroom
“Nope.” She popped the P.

Jughead looked Betty up and down, eyeing the tiny sleeveless white dress

“It’s freezing in that classroom, here take this, you’ll need it.”
He shrugged off his denim jacket and held it out to her.

Betty stared wide eyed for a moment before clutching the jacket close to her chest and running into the classroom with a squeaky

Jughead looked up at Kevin
“What was that about?”

Kevin smirked and grabbed Joaquin’s hand
“I haven’t the slightest idea” he breezed past Jughead but stopped abruptly

“New cologne? It smells suspiciously like peaches and vanilla? Did you borrow Betty’s perfume.” He grinned wickedly as he strut down the hallway, Joaquin ducking his head and smiling as he followed his own soulmate.

Jughead lifted his collar and sure enough. Peaches and Vanilla.

What the hell?

The rest of the day flew by and eventually both Betty and Jughead plopped down on the couch in the blue and gold office.

“I am so glad that day is over. I’m exhausted.”
The blonde sighed, relieved.

Jughead nodded
“Definitely. Remind me to never come to school after two hours of sleep.”

Sitting up straighter, Betty glanced shyly down to her folded hands in her lap

“Why didn’t you get any sleep?”

Jughead turned his body towards her
“ lot on my mind. What about you?”

She bit her lip

His eyes lingered on the strawberry red lips tucked beneath her perfect white teeth.

“Penny for your thoughts” he whispered, his face inching towards hers.

Betty glanced up, their foreheads almost touching

“Definitely not worth a penny.” She whispered back hoarsely.

His hands came up to cup her neck
“That’s where you’re wrong Betty Cooper, you’re worth everything.” With that he dropped his lips to hers as her hands wound themselves in his hair.

They kissed for what felt like hours, desperate lips and pent up passion. It was everything Betty had been waiting for and more, eventually they pulled away for air and Betty nestled her face in his neck, pulling away quickly

“You smell like vanilla?” She questioned, confused.

He smiled crookedly
“And you smell like smoke.”

Her eyes widened before, realization hit her
“Your jacket..” she trailed off

He nodded, dropping his forehead to hers again
“Your laughter.”

“You found me” She choked out, her voice thick with emotion.

Bringing his lips to hers again he whispered,

“No Betty. You found me.”

Spell me out of this

Hey hello so I’ve been making false starts on this idea for a fic for MONTHS now and I attempted maybe five different versions of it with vastly different storylines, none of which really worked, and in the end I just spent three days on this and meh okay here goes. Simon can’t deal with his feelings for Baz so he uses magic to repress them.

(Sixth year)


Agatha is upset with me, because I didn’t ask her where she’d been. I think. She’s been gone the entire day, and I just figured she had something she needed to do or she was sick or she needed a day off, and I pushed it out of my mind, and I didn’t say anything. She thinks I don’t care enough about where she is, or what she’s doing. She thinks that if I like her, those are things I should worry about.


Agatha is upset with me, because we’ve barely spent any time together over the last week. She thinks I’m too busy following Baz around to care that I’m never around her. She thinks that as her boyfriend, I should want to spend time around her. But I do want to spend time around her. I just know Baz is up to something.


Penny keeps nagging at me, because she thinks it’s weird that I don’t talk about Agatha much. I don’t think she has a problem with it, but she’s convinced that I don’t like Agatha the way I did in fourth year. In fourth year, I wouldn’t shut up about her. I told her that liking Agatha doesn’t mean I have to think about her all the time.

‘Well, no, but it’s a known symptom,’ Penny said.


Penny says it’s strange that Agatha doesn’t seem to get under my skin. The other day Agatha got frustrated with me for botching up a spell, and Penny said she was surprised when I didn’t seem really worked up about it.

‘That’s because you guys know what my magic is like,’ I said. ‘Agatha’s just frustrated, she’s not judging me.’

Penny says I used to try so hard to impress Agatha, but now she thinks I’m just going through the motions. I told her I’m trying to be a good boyfriend, and she said I’m only doing it because it’s what I’m supposed to do.

‘What are you saying, Penny?’ I finally ask. I know she’s getting at something.

‘I just don’t think you two are that into each other,’ she says. ‘What she said didn’t bother you?’

‘No. Why would I be pissed at her? She wasn’t trying to upset me. Not like when Baz says things like that.’

It does bother me when Baz insults me. (Not to mention the fact that he does it all the time. It’s his favourite hobby.)

‘You barely hang out together anymore.’

‘We do, I’m just busy…’ Following Baz. Trying to figure out what he’s plotting. There have been weeks where I barely let him out of my sight.

‘You never talk about her,’ Penny continues.

‘What do I talk about, then?’

She sighs. ‘You talk about Baz.’

I shrug, because, fine, she’s right. I probably do talk about Baz too much. I probably do think about Baz too much. A lot more than I think about Agatha.

‘Where is Baz?’ I say. ‘What’s he up to? I need to know where he is.’ I need to see him. I need to be around him.

I look at Penny. Penny stares back.

I gulp.



Well, shit.


You have to help me.

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Beautiful (Snowbaz AU)

A/N: featuring selectively mute!Simon and soft!Baz

- - Simon - -

I don’t think I’ve ever been in the library before, but I have no idea where Penny is and this is my last reasonable idea (the next one being that she’s gone for a swim in the lake, but seeing as it’s about 10 degrees out, this is my last hope).

I walk in and start to call for her before being angrily shushed by a grouchy looking lady behind the desk. “Oops,” I whisper – well, try to whisper, which Penny says is basically a normal talking voice for anyone else when I’m in ‘loud mode’ as she calls it– “sorry, but have you seen my friend Penny?” The lady just glares at me and puts her finger against her lip, so I shrug and decide to just wander the shelves and try and find her myself. Too loud, I mentally rebuke myself. I’m always either too loud or too quiet. The only time I’m okay is when I’m with Penny. She’s good at letting me know. ‘Too loud, Simon,’ she’ll say, or ‘I can’t hear you, love, a little louder?’ I’m also not as anxious around her, so my tongue doesn’t freeze up and feel like lead, not anymore at least. I don’t choke over my words with her.  I shove my fingers into my jean pockets, desperately trying to regain feeling in them and wander deeper into the library. It smells old, but not bad. Like maybe a bunch of posh ancient  vampires lived here. The shelves tower overhead and I could probably get lost if I’m not careful. I’d need a trail of breadcrumbs or something to ever find my way back to the grouchy lady and the front door, but Penny will help me once I find her.

I keep wandering and weaving, peering around shelves and quietly whisper-screaming Penny’s name. I am hushed countless times by people sprawled on overstuffed chairs with thick books and annoyed frowns. After about thirty minutes I’ve given up; even if Penny is somewhere in this maze I’ll never find her. Plus, all the books are distracting (I’ve never been much of a reader, but the pictures on the covers are fun to look at).

Then another thing – well, person – catches my eye. He could be a posh library vampire if he were paler. He has long, dark hair pulled up in a messy bun like it was done up in a rush. Large hipster glasses are sliding off of his narrow nose- which is currently buried in a book. The shadows from the soft yellow lights in the ceiling fall against his face, accenting his sharp cheekbones and firm jawline. I stare open-mouthed at this boy, blinking a few times to make sure he isn’t just a figment of my imagination.

The boy sighs and shifts and I quickly push myself back behind the shelves, knocking over a couple of books as I move. Shit, shit, shit, he probably heard that. I wait for a little while, listening for movement, but don’t hear anything. Maybe he didn’t hear it. I slowly move forward again, peering around the shelf. He’s still there, still reading. I drink in the sight of this absolutely beautiful boy. He coughs, startling me and I start to move back again- tripping over my shoelaces as I go. I fall to the floor with a loud bang, and land on my back. I turn my head and stare through the books, but the chairs on the other side are empty. The boy is gone. I sigh and turn my head back up to stare at the ceiling. Only-there’s a person in my way. Startling grey eyes meet mine and I swallow back a gulp. Wisps of his hair fall against his cheeks. He’s even more beautiful up close.

“Mind telling me why you were watching me?” His voice is deep, deeper than mine. And smooth. A light lilt following his words. I open my mouth to reply, and then shut it again and close my eyes. My verbal communication skills are shitty at best, and in front of a beautiful boy they’re bound to be horrible. I don’t want to ruin the moment (if this even is a moment).

A light thud to my left causes me to open them again and look over. His nose brushes mine from where he’s lying on the ground next to me and he smirks. “You’re staring again,” he whispers. I feel his breath against my face and smile a bit at him, blushing. He grins back and turns his head towards the ceiling. I stare a while longer before looking up as well. The ceiling is quite beautiful, with arches made of dark wood forming large frames for beautiful murals and paintings. We’re lying under a night sky, painted white stars shining down on us. He tilts his head towards me and points a long elegant finger up. “See those brighter stars? In the top corner?” he whispers, tracing them with his finger in the air. I nod. “That constellation is called Cassiopeia, named after a boastful Ethiopian queen in Greek mythology.”

I slowly turn my head away from the stars on the ceiling and back to him. To his bright eyes and small smile as he passionately explains the stories in the stars. He points out a couple of others before meeting my eyes again and pausing.

“I’m Baz.”

“Simon.” I whisper.

I watch him mouth my name, curving his lips around each letter as if treasuring and memorizing each one. Simon. “Well, Simon.” His voice is breathy and light, “what do you see in the stars?”

I look back up, glancing over at him continuously. He nods encouragingly. Hesitantly opening my mouth I wish to everything that words could tumble out but they catch in my throat. I press my lips together and close my eyes, trying to control my shaking hands. I almost wish that I had continued therapy, that it had worked so I could fucking talk to this beautiful boy. That my continuous panic attacks during behaviour therapy hadn’t finally made me give up. Deciding to instead learn sign language with Penny alongside me for rough situations anxiety-wise, where my words choked me and my mouth betrayed me.

“Hey, hey” he whispers, noticing my obvious distress. He reaches out and grabs my hand. “You’re okay, Simon” oh how he says my name. It rolls off his tongue easy and light. “You’re okay,” he repeats, “Do you wanna know what I see in the stars?” I clench my eyes together and nod trying to focus on my breathing. The last thing I want right now is a panic attack. Why couldn’t I have this? Just this. This beautiful boy with his smile and his whispers about the stars.

“Okay,” he continues and points again with his left hand, his other hand staying over mine. “Well if you connect those stars it looks kind of like a dog. I mean not really, but it’s called the Canis Major. Which basically means big dog. I suppose if you use your imagination you can see it. That’s what I love about constellations. You have to use your imagination, otherwise they’re just weird connect-the-dots that don’t look like anything at all.” He looks back at me and I squeeze his hand and smile at him, blinking slowly, trying to savor this wonderful moment. How did I end up on the floor staring at a painted sky with a beautiful boy who doesn’t care that I could barely get my name out. A beautiful boy who lights up when he’s talking about stars and who doesn’t seem to want to let go of my hand.

“Simon,” His breath caresses my face, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Would you like to go get coffee with me?”

“Yes,” I whisper back, my voice cracking slightly from unuse.

“Okay,” he says, “but first you have to answer one question.”

I nod eagerly.

He leans in, nose brushing mine. “Why were you watching me?”

I stare at his lips, not ready to look into his sharp grey eyes. “I- “ I pause, lick my lips, raise my eyes to his.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathe out.

He leans in closer, and his lips brush mine as he whispers back.

“You’re pretty cute too.”

what if Carry On had daemons

Hear me out though. Baz would have a peregrine falcon: historically considered noble and aristocratic, a skilled hunter, mates for life. Also their shit is acidic which I find highly appropriate.

Simon has an otter: adorable, clingy, protects his family. (They also have favorite stones. This is very important.)

Penny has a tasmanian devil: cute as hell, will fuck you up, intelligent. Eat their own children when hungry.

Agatha has a veery, which is a type of thrush: unassuming-looking, often mistaken for a robin, sweet-voiced. You wouldn’t find one in England- they’re native to America (ahem meta ahem). Also they’re the only type of songbird that imitates its own voice which I find significant.

A Green Jacket (Snowbaz Blind Date AU)

“Hey Simon,” Penny says. And I glance up at her, my head in her lap as she reads some boring  book with a big title. Her fingers fiddle with my hair and she glances down at me, her glasses sliding down her nose.

“I have someone I want you to meet.”

“What? Pen…” I say.

“No no no! Hear me out Simon! They’re super sweet and nice and I think you guys would get along! I told them you would be willing to meet up.”

“Penny, I’m not sure this is a good idea. Remember the last date you set me up with?”

She cringes at that. And I shudder at the memory. Not a good time.

“Please? Just one more time? For me?”

I sigh.

“Fine. When am I meeting them?”

“Tonight? I have a date with Micah so…”

“So you wanted to get me out of the house.” I joke.

“C’mon, Si. It’ll be fun.” She shoves my shoulder playfully and I smile at her.

Maybe I could have some fun, I think.

I’m totally regretting my decision to go along with this when I look at my wardrobe.

“Penny, where am I meeting this mysterious person again?” I call.

“Just a pub downtown! You can dress casual.”

I pull on jeans and a maroon button up and walk out to the living room.

Penny smiles at me. “Gorgeous. Now remember, dark green jacket.”

“Right.” I say.

“Have fun!”

I walk into the pub and glance around. Dark green jacket. Dark green jacket. And then I see him. Long black hair combed back neatly. A widow’s peak sharp on his forehead. High cheekbones and dark eyes. I have no idea what Penny was thinking, setting me up with a bloke but she probably knows better than me, so I shrug and head over.

“Dark green jacket?” I ask, sliding into the seat across from him.

He looks down at his outfit and then back up at me. “…yep.”

I grin and hold out my hand. “I’m Simon, nice to meet you.”

He slips his hand into mine. “Baz.”

We slip into easy conversation and before long our food arrives.

“So how do you know Penny?” I finally ask as we’re finishing our meal and beginning to look at desserts. This date has gone really well, so much better than I was expecting considering it’s me.

“Sorry, who?”

At that moment a tall girl with long blonde hair runs up to me.

“I am so sorry I’m late Simon!” she says.

I stare at her a moment, confused. Then I see her jacket. Her dark green jacket.

“I’m Agatha, your date?”

“Oh. Of course.” I say, startled. “Agatha.”

I turn to Baz. “You mean? You’re not my date?”

He leans back, arms folded and chuckles.

“Oh.” Agatha says, looking like she’d just run into brick wall. “Wow, um. I’m sure Penny wouldn’t have set us up if she had known…” she gestures between me and Baz.

“No!” I say, “I’m not- I mean. I’m both! I just-“ I bury my head in my hands and take a deep breath before turning back to Agatha.

“It was nice to meet you, but I’m kinda in the middle of something right now. I’m sorry.”

Agatha folds her arms. “No! no problem. I mean, it was my fault for being so late and practically standing you up.” she turns and leaves with a graceful smile.

I grin sheepishly at Baz.

“So… you weren’t here for a blind date?”

He smiles back. “No, but it was quite a nice surprise when a cute boy sat down and bought me dinner.”

“Would you like to maybe, see each other again?”

He leans forward and grabs my hand.

“I would love to.”

Vlogger Confessions

Youtuber AU where Simon is a daily vlogger and Baz has no idea what his roommate is always filming.

For @snowbaz-feda

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Part 2

I don’t really care about the cameras anymore, I’m used to him talking around the flat.

I’ve been wondering what’s like, to see his vlogs. From what I can see, he always tries to be an optimistic person on camera, and film funny little things that he wants to share.

The problem now, is that he’s always here. I just got home from classes and he’s trying to open a letter, while also trying to vlog and it’s ridiculous.

He notices me, “Hey Baz can you uh… help me?” I roll my eyes, but I do before going to my bedroom.

The problem of him being here all the time, is because he keeps distracting me. If I’m in the living room, he starts talking to me or makes me go with him grab some scones, he’s addicted to the bloody thing.


It’s Saturday and Snow is doing a live show again, he asks me to say hello to everyone and I do. I would do anything, if he always rewarded me with his stupid smiles, like he’s doing right now.

“Do you want me to bring you scones on my way home?” He gives me an even bigger smile, when I ask him.

In the evening, I’m in my bed when I call him over.

“Need anything?” He says, with his laptop in one hand and then he starts to enter my bedroom, “Can I sit too? I need to edit.”

“You may not” I tell him but he doesn’t stop. To my disgrace, Snow has already learned that sometimes, I say things I don’t mean.

Having him in my bed, with only a few inches separating us, feels like torture. I keep glancing at him, because his mouth is slightly open. All I can do is imagine myself reach for him, turn his face in my direction and kiss him, then bite his lip to see what he would do.

“If Penny comes here tomorrow, can you ask her to bring my book?” This wasn’t what I wanted to ask, but I called him over so I had to say something.

Sometimes he lets me see him edit, like now. He’s fast cutting pieces and putting them together, in order for the final version. I’m in there sometimes, in the footage, he asked me if it was okay and I said I don’t mind really mind.

Perhaps tomorrow I can ask to see his videos, for some reason, Snow is still embarrassed about them.


I knock on his door and when I enter. He’s laying down on his bed, almost asleep editing a video. If I didn’t know better, I would say that he’s looking like this just to mess with me.

“Hey Baz” and he gives me a sleepy smile. I can feel myself beginning to blush.

“I can see that you’re busy, we can talk tomorrow.”

“No no, you can stay, I’ve just finished editing anyway.”

“Can I see it?” Because he just said that I can stay, and I’m feeling bold so I decide to sit on his bed to make my point, “Come on Snow, I appear in your videos, only fair you let me see them.”

He’s looking at me, like he’s trying to figure me out “Okay fine, I’ll show you today’s video, It’s not long so you won’t get bored.”

If only he knew how much I like listening to him, about random things. I even heard him complaining about me once, I almost laughed at how ridiculous it all was.

As soon as the vlog starts though, I know that this was a bad idea. He’s in bed, saying good morning to everyone, telling them that he’s gonna meet Penny later on and that they’re gonna go to the beach. I can’t stop looking at his chest, there’s a constellation of little moles painted there, that I desperately want to have a closer look.

When he’s about to leave the house, I appear in the vlog to give him his scones, he thanks me before leaving, and keeps talking about how such a nice roommate I am.

I glance at him and he’s blushing, but not taking his eyes off the screen. The rest of the vlog is just him and Penny, almost getting attacked by a seagull because they were eating fish and chips, and I laugh at that.

He’s laughing lightly by my side too, and I love how good this feels, feeling his body heat because our shoulders and legs are touching, and I have to restrain myself to not get closer to him.

When we finish, I ask to see another video, which takes him a few moments, but he chooses one called dragging my roommate outside, and I snort because I remember that day all too well.

He had a camera in one hand and was trying to convince me to go to the beach, to which I said no several times, so he just grabbed my hand and pulled me, until we were out of the building.

That was a good day, we grabbed some food and went to the pier. Snow wanted to make a timelapse of the sunset, so we just sat there talking and looking at the sea. The end result of the timelapse was actually quite good so I praise him for that. The video finishes with him in bed, saying he had a great time with me.

I’m looking at him and I realize that I’m falling in love with this moron, fuck. I’m falling for Simon and this is not going to end well.

(see my snowbaz fic masterlist)

Just to be clear, it’s a date.

First I’d like to say thank you to @carryonsimoncarryon for being the most fantastic friend I’ve had in ages, and for being such an helpful and kind beta <#

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(Simon’s POV)

His black hair is hanging loose today, swaying gently against his face as he leans forward to take another bite of his sandwich. Those grey piercing eyes are as mesmerizing as ever, and his skin has a tan glow that seems to be shining especially beautifully.

I sneak glances at him every now and then, sometimes meeting his eyes, and my heart skips a beat.

He catches me staring again. Crowley, he’s beautiful; handsome, masculine and yet elegant, all at the same time. As our eyes meet, I smile back at him. His smile is the most heartwarming thing I’ve ever seen, and I can feel the heat rising to my checks. My eyes quickly dart back towards my cherry scone, hoping for the blush to fade. One day I’ll get up the courage to ask him if I can sit with him. I’ll talk to him, and maybe if I’m feeling especially brave, I’ll ask him out, or ask for his number. I don’t know yet. I have to work up the courage first. One day, but not today.


He’s still there every day at lunch. Today his black hair is pulled into a bun, and his stylish black turtleneck rests perfectly against his neck.

Today is the day, I told myself this morning, hoping that he might not be there. Hoping that he’d gotten sick of my staring, or that he’d have to work during his break, so that I’d have an excuse to wait another day or two.

It didn’t really surprise me when I saw him sitting there, in his regular spot by the fountain. As I meet his eyes across the park I realize I’ve stopped in my tracks, and I can feel my heart race. Today is the day, I tell myself once more. His smile melts my heart, and it gives me courage to make my feet move forward again.

As I walk, I stare intensely at my cup of coffee and the brown paper bag with a cherry scone in it. It’ll be fine. He won’t tell you to leave; he’ll be nice and talk to you. Okay, one foot in front of the other. Keep it going. I encourage myself to walk to my usual spot at the bench next to him. As I move forward, I can feel a pair of eyes at me, and when I look up, I meet his gaze. I smile as he shuffles to the side, making room next to him on the bench.

“Hi, can I sit?” I ask shyly. He smiles and nods.

“Why else would I move over for? Other than to make room for you I mean?” he chuckles, and I can feel my heart racing as the heat spreads throughout my body. This is my new favorite sound. It must be. I’m sure of it.

I sit down next to him; not so close that I’d seem like a creep, but close enough to easily see the color and pattern in his perfect grey eyes. They remind me of wet pavement, but they’re much, much more appealing to stare into. I support my coffee cup between my thighs and rest the paper bag with my scone in on top of it. Then I extend my arm out towards him.

“Simon,” I say, introducing myself.

“Baz,” he smiles, gently grabbing my hand and shaking it. It almost feels like silk, his skin, it’s smooth but his hand is freezing cold, even now this late in spring.

“I was wondering when you’d finally come talk to me, you know,” he says. “I’ve seen you staring.” He lets go of my hand before grabbing his cup and sipping his tea. Blackcurrant, I think, as the scent flows towards my face.

I feel the heat rising to my cheeks once again, and I look down, staring intensely at my hands.

“Well, here I am,” I whisper, almost regretting not having this conversation with myself in my head before actually approaching him. That’s silly, I know, because I could have never known what he’d say. But still, I feel like I should have a better answer. I nervously pull my hand through my bronze curls and I can see him. Baz. He’s smiling at me. I can see it from the corner of my eye, so I turn to look at him. Why did my words always come short whenever I tried to talk to other people than Penny? Penny is always easy to talk to.

“You- you know, I’ve been thinking, um, about asking y-you this, for… for quite a while now, actually. Um… Would- would you like to go out to dinner? Um, with me?” I stutter, pushing the words out, choking on them twice. I look at him for a split second, and then I ruffle my curls again, purposely putting my hand in the way so that I can’t look at him. I don’t was to know what rejection looks like. I  really don’t. At least not from him.

“Yes, I’d like that. Did you have a specific time in mind?” His voice is cheery, and I look at him from the corner of my eye as I slowly lower my hand.

“Really?” I ask, surprised before I can even stop myself. “I mean, I don’t. I thought I’d have to ask you first.” I’m stumbling over my own words, but I can’t help the smile spreading bigger across my face as I see him smiling too.

“I’d ask you to give me your number,” he says, and I feel my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach. He’s just kindly rejecting me, I think. “But since my phone died this morning at work and I didn’t bring my charger, I’ll have to give you my number instead.”

My heart is racing. I was sure he’d been trying to reject me in the kindest of ways, but his phone is dead. That’s all. I grin, feeling relieved as he pushes his perfectly smooth, tan hand in front of my face, asking for my phone.

I dig through my pockets, wondering where I put that damn phone. Finally, as I feel a vibrating against my chest, I remember putting it on the inside pocket of my jacket. I never put it there, so why I did so now I have no idea. I look at the caller ID: ‘Penny’ it says, with a rather unpretty picture of me and her grimacing, both dressed up for halloween. I blush and hang up on her.

Suddenly, closer than before, I can feel Baz tense beside me.

“Your girlfriend?” he asks, slowly moving a few inches further away from me.

“Nope. That’s just Penny, my best friend,” I say, smiling reassuringly at him. She calls once more. And I hang up again before opening my contacts and offering the phone to Baz.

He grabs it, studying me; uncertain, as if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be doing. I nod and smile once more, and soon he’s saved himself as a contact in my phone. Handing me back my phone, our hands grace each other, and I feel my cheeks burning, and the butterflies going crazy in my stomach. I really do hate that I blush this easily.

As both of us realize that our breaks are over. we both stand up, almost mechanically. In the motion, as if on autopilot, I grab my scone and my coffee. And since we didn’t get a chance to discuss dinner any further, I tell him: “I’ll text you so you’ll have my number, okay? And we’ll find a time and date then?”

He nods, turning away with a smile on his lips. I grin, and since I’m feeling extra brave as we’re about to leave in our different directions, I turn halfway around and add over my shoulder: “And by the way, just to be clear, it’s a date.”

  • Yang: Hey, Penny!
  • Penny: Salutations, Yang! What ever do you have to talk about with me on this fine day?
  • Yang: Look, we... know.
  • Penny: You... know?
  • Yang: Look, we figured out Ruby was hiding some secret for you for a while now-
  • Penny: Um-
  • Yang: -I mean, Ruby is terrible at lying. But we knew better than to pry. But then we heard you too talking. About how you have "nuts"
  • Yang: Look, Penny, I'm talking to you know because I want to let you know that me and the rest of team RWBY are people you can talk about this. We don't think of you any less because you're trans.
  • Penny: Um, yes, I am this "Trans" of which you speak.
  • Yang: Hey, I actually know a girl you can talk to who's gone through some of the same stuff. Then you can have a trans sister, heh heh-
Puzzle Pieces

Hello! This is for #4WKSofFluff! The goal is to write snowbaz fluff every day in June!

Puzzle Pieces


Agatha’s in town for her mother’s birthday, but I suspect its for something else. Two months ago when it was her father’s birthday, she didn’t visit.

Penny and Agatha talk sometimes over the internet, but not enough to know anything about me and Baz.

Not like Agatha has any say in who I date. Not like she had any say ever.

Baz wants to tell Agatha, it’s part of his evil supervampire complex. I don’t. She doesn’t matter to me, not anymore.

That evening, Baz stays the night. He stays over most nights now, too knackered to take the extra stops on the train to his own flat.

He just got off school for half-term break for a week, which seemed like too perfect timing in correlation to Agatha’s visit.

I watch his skinny figure crawl into bed with me, and I move closer towards him.

Thats how it is most days. By day, Baz has too much pride to admit he loves me and I don’t have enough pride to admit it. But, by night, everything fades away in the secret of the night.

I look up to meet his eyes, and Baz looks away. That’s how I know he’s with me, the Baz I know. The Baz that he presents to everyone is conceited, arrogant, and putting on a show.

That Baz would glare at me, but he isn’t that Baz.

This Baz… who avoids my eye contact and snuggles into me without question is more than the Baz I know. He’s my Baz.

“How was school today?” I ask, propping myself up on one shoulder.

“Stressful.” He admits. “The last day before break always is.”

I shrug at him and grin. “Well at least you have a week of now.”

Baz smiles. “Yeah.” He drawls.

We both lay back in bed, and I feel him kiss the mole on my neck.

I don’t confront it anymore, funny how quick you can get used to a certain lifestyle.

“Simon, can we tell Wellbelove about us?” I roll on my side but his arms pull me back into the centre of the bed.

“Why does this bother you? I’ll tell Agatha when the opportunity arises.”

Baz sneers. “Yeah, because I’m totally cool with your ex coming to stay for five days.”

“Four.” I correct.

“And… its not like I love her. Not like I loved her for a long time.” I kiss him at the corner of his jaw to cement my affirmation.

He takes off his shirt and I do too, sliding under the covers for bed.

“Night, Snow.”

“G'Night, Baz.”

We both face each other and the tips of his hair tickle my nose while his face is buried in my hair.


I really should have told Agatha about Simon and Baz.

“Oh hey, your ex and your crush are together now, just a heads up.” Crowley, these boys.

They don’t get up until midday anyways, God knows what they get up to.

I’m up earliest, and Agatha is basically here at the crack of dawn.

“Hey Penny.” She says a little awkwardly, but I just pull her into a hug.

“Sorry for being so early, time zones.” I shrug it off and laugh.

“No worries! Would you like some breakfast, or tea, maybe?”

She nods and follows me into the dining room, which is just a few inches away from Simon’s room.

Merlin and Morgana, help me.


It’s almost one in the afternoon and neither Simon nor Baz had left their room.

Merlin and Morgana and Methuselah, help me.

Me and Agatha are sipping our tea, but I can see the thoughts plain on her face.

“Where’s Simon?” I imagine her saying at every second she’s silent.

Agatha stands up and wipes her mouth.

“Penny, could you direct me to the toilets?”

“Yup, first door down the hall.”

She walks down the hall and I hear a surprised exclamation, too much of an indicator that she opened the wrong first door.


Me and Baz were kissing when we heard the door click. I immediately know who it is, since Penny would rather die than open our door in the mornings.

That’s the thing, we’re both morning people. (Or, I am; Baz is a vampire so he gets burned by sunlight first thing in the morning.)

“Wellbelove, what the hell.”

She gasps and I see her jaw visibly drop.


I open the door to see Simon and Baz half naked. In bed. Snogging.

Baz registers it first. “Wellbelove, what the hell.” I gasp again and slam the door shut.

I walk down the hall to Penny sipping her tea silently. Does she know?

“Penny, I think Simon…” I never finish my sentence because Simon and Baz walk out the door, holding hands!

Simon’s wearing Baz’s jumper. I recognize that jumper because its the same one he wore last Christmas.

I’m practically glaring at them when Baz rolls his eyes and scoffs. He looks and Simon and kisses him, and Simon kisses him back! Crowley, what is going on.

“Does that answer your question?” He raises an eyebrow and Simon holds Baz’s hand tighter.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I say kind of numbly.

“Great.” He leads Simon into the kitchen and heats up two cherry scones. Baz puts lots of butter in Simon’s and gives it to him.

They then walk over to the couch and turn on the telly, and Simon is cuddling with Baz! All this time I’ve been standing in that one spot, so I move back to the chair I was sitting in earlier.

Some time later, Baz stands up and starts to walk out the door. Simon whispers something in his ear but Baz nods in disagreement.

Simon is frowning, but Baz kisses him on the neck and he seems to ease up.

Penny lets herself out and walks to what I suspect is her room.
Once she’s gone, I immediately rush over to Simon, cupping my hands to fit his face.

He flinches and takes a step back.
“Simon, are you being abused?” I whisper, just in case Baz might be nearby.

It seems as if the Simon I know wakes up and he looks startled. “What? No!” He takes another step back.

I look at him and shrug. “Seemed to be the only logical explanation.” He looks at me and furrows his eyebrows.

“When did this start?” I ask.

“Christmastime.” Simon shrugs, and I put my hands on my hips, asking him nonverbally to elaborate.

He sighs and runs his hand through his curls. “So, uh, d'you remember the day you came over? The night before that I stayed over and we sorta had a… thing.”

My mind goes back to those dreaded few days. “And thats why you wanted to stay at the house of Pitch.” I connect, with Simon nodding.

The door opens and Simon eases tenfold.

“Hey, love.” Baz says, kissing Simon in that same spot on his neck. (I never kisses Simon anywhere but his lips. Should I have kissed him anywhere else?)

“You’re not even gay, Simon.” I say, and Simon flinches again.

Baz glares at me. “Bisexual.” He says, walking back to their room.

Aleister Crowley.

dudeblade  asked:

I need some Rosebird. Preferably one with the two dorks interrogating possible romantic partners for their daughters.

Okay then.

Summer: Sooooo. *Summer said as she adjusted her lensless glasses,  looking through stacks of papers before setting them down and looked forward.* You are our daughters Best friends forever?

Raven: Or Bffs for short. *Raven spoke with a low threatening tone with her hands folded together as she glared forward.*

Penny: Oh yes. Ruby and Yang are mine bestest of friends. *Penny smiled happily in her chair.*

Blake: Yes… Yang and Ruby are dear friends. *Blake nodded as she thought to herself.* Yang a bit.

Weiss: First and not to be rude, Ruby is JUST a friend and Yang is a teammate. That’s it. Second, WHAT IS THIS!? *Weiss frowned before shouted as she jestered to the interrogation room that they are in.*

Raven: *Suddenly Raven slams her hands on the table,  making Blake and Weiss jump while Penny just tilts her head,  before pointing at Weiss and barking with a murderous glare.* OH SO YOU DON’T THINK MY DAUGHTER IS BEAUTIFUL OR WORTH OF BEING YOUR FRIEND!? IS THAT IT, ICE QUEEN!?

Weiss: N-N-N-NO! THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT! I *Weiss Panicked, holding up her hands in fear.*

Summer: Now sweetie. Calm down. *Summer smiled as she patting her wife’s back. and making a note of Weiss’s reaction.* So Girls.How are you getting along with our girls? I hope they aren’t getting you into any trouble.

Penny: Oh no Mrs Rose. Ruby and been the best of friend and helping me with fitting in as well as helping me with my weapons and systems.

Summer: Oh that is lovely to hear! *Summer cheered as she clapped her hands together while Raven raises an eyebrow.*

Raven: Wait. Ruby? Our Ruby? She is helping you fit i-DRR! *Raven question when suddenly groaning in pain after Summer stomps her foot.*

Summer: How about you Blake?

Blake: Well, Me and Yang have been getting along great. She is the best partner and friend I can ask for. *Blake smiled as she thinks of all the moments she and Yang have shared including their first date and many makeout sessions.*

Raven: Hmmm… *Raven stared at Blake.* Soooo Yang is your best friend and not your boyfriend that Sun kid?

Blake: Huh? Sorry, I think you are misinformed. Sun of just my best friend. Not my boyfriend.

Raven: But I thought Yang was your “Best” Friend? *Raven Questioned*

Blake: She is.

Raven: Hmmm. Okay. 

Summer: Well That’s good. Is Sun good friends with Ruby and Y-*Summer asked writing down a note to question Sun later when Raven interrupted as she bluntly states*

Raven: Because you know Yang is Bisexual right?

Weiss: Wait What?

Summer: RAVEN! *Summer Gasped* You can’t just-

Penny/Blake: Oh I know. *The two said together before Everyone stared at them and in Blake’s case at Penny.*

Raven/Weiss/Summer/Blake: You Know?

Weiss: Why did you tell me?

Blake: I, uh, How do you know Penny? *Blake quickly asked ignoring her friend as she began to feel Summer and Raven’s staring eyes on her.*

Penny: Huh? Oh Ruby told me on our date. *Penny smiled, Unaware of Raven’s Jaw dropping and Summer trying to hold back a squeal of joy*

Summer: ~Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~ Our baby girl is growing up so fast!~ *well the key word was trying*

Raven: You… Are dating… Our little ruby? *Raven Asked with a twitching eye, Meanwhile Blake lets out a sigh of relief that the attention was off her until Penny spoke again.*

Penny: Oh Yes. Ruby and I are dating eachother. Although, we are not as far into our relationship as Blake and Yang are.

Blake: PENNY!


Summer/Raven: Excuse me/Come again? *the married couple questioned Summer with a surprised expression while Raven’s face remains neutral.*

Penny: Oh yes. Ruby and I have only held hands and kiss while Blake and Yang have as Ruby put it “Making out like then is no tomorrow.” 

Summer: Oh my. *Summer Said with a blush matching Blake’s*

Blake: Penny! Please stop!

Raven: No no. Continue. *Raven demanded*

Penny: I am not sure what making out means exactly but from what I saw when looking for Ruby in their dorm room during the holiday weekend. I can only assume it has to do with sharing the same bed without clothes on. *Penny smiled while Blake buryed her face in her hands, Weiss fainting and falling out of her chair, and Summer and Raven bother staring at Blake with unreadable looks.*

Summer: Blake… Is what Penny said true?

Blake: … Yes.

Raven: You slept with MY DAUGHTER? *Raven asked in more detail with a bit of a growl to her tone.*

Blake: Yes. *Blake Answered as she looks at the two woman.* I have been dating Yang for two years now and I can tell you without a doubt that I love your daughter and that I want to be with her and  if you disapprove of me because you don’t think I’m worth or because I’m a-

Summer: So does this my our grandkids will be able to turn into birds or cat? *Summer interrupted Blake as she looked at her wife.*

Blake: Eh?

Raven: No no. Me and Qrow are special. It’s most likely they’ll be normal cat faunus if Tai’s genes aren’t the doms. *Raven informed her wife.*

Blake: EH?

Summer: Huh? Oh right. Raven is a type of Faunus that can turn into an anaimel instead of having animal traits. *summer explained as Raven turned into a bird and back.* But forget that. ~WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!~ *Summer cheered bring Both Penny and Blake into a hug.*

Penny: SENSATIONAL! *Penny smiled as she returned the hug.*

Blake: I… Thank you. Mrs Rose. Mrs Xiao-Long.

Raven: Yeah Yeah. Just remember that is you don’t marry my daughter or break her heart they will never find the body.

Blake: Y-Yes Sir. MA’AM! I meant Ma’am. *Blake Corrected herself not noticing the proud little smirk appearing on Raven’s lips.*

Summer: Oh my god Yang is just like her mother.

~Else where~

Tai: Huh? Is something wrong girls? Your ice cream is melting.

Ruby: Something really embarrassing just happened. I can feel it.


Deepest Darkest Secret

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5. Simon.

I look at him blankly.


Baz raises an eyebrow and gives me a long look like I’m being the most insufferable idiot on the planet.

‘Has it ever occurred to you,’ he says slowly, ‘that maybe you’re the Humdrum?’

I huff. ‘I heard you the first time. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’

Penny hops up off the bed and stands next to me. ‘Go on, I’d love to hear this,’ she says. I can’t tell if she’s being sarcastic or if she has any more idea what’s going on than I do.

‘Look, I’ve been listening to your inane theories, and here’s mine. Snow is the Humdrum.’ Baz is leaning against the doorframe, his face impassive, as though this entire conversation is boring him. As though me being the Humdrum is old news.

‘That doesn’t even make sense,’ I say.

‘It makes perfect sense,’ Baz says. ‘In fact, I can’t believe you haven’t thought of it already. Especially you, Bunce. No wonder you’ve fallen behind me in class.’ He smirks.

Penny narrows her eyes. ‘I’m listening. Tell us your theory.’

Keep reading

  • Penny: A certain question has been troubling me.
  • Penny: Would you all consider me a person?
  • Blake: "I think, therefore, I am."
  • Ren: A fair point. Any being capable of asking the question provides the answer by doing so with sincerity.
  • Ruby: I don't know about any of that foliosophical junk, but I think you're a person!
  • Jaune: Buddy, I'm not even convinced that I am a person.
  • Jaune: As far as we know, all of what we perceive as reality could be an elaborate ruse.
  • Jaune: In which case, all our foundational knowledge of this kind of thing is irrelevant!
  • Penny: Are you okay?
  • Jaune: peachy
"Lucky Us" Writing Process
  • Penny: That's a cute joke, Adrien, but I'm not letting you break the fourth wall.
  • Adrien: Why not?!
  • Me: *walks on set* Hello. I am here on behalf of the Marinette Should Get to Touch Adrien's Naked Chest Committee.
  • Marinette: *gives me a thumbs up*
  • Penny: This is Chapter 25. They won't even be occupying the same physical space.
  • Me: Yes. I am aware.
  • Penny: *narrows eyes at Marinette*
  • Marinette: I don't have to touch his chest RIGHT now.
  • Adrien: I disagree, but okay...
Love Notes

april 22 @snowbaz-feda

idea from some prompt about leaving love notes. idk why it went the way it did. im tired and miss my gf

word count: 295

Baz was bad at saying sweet things, but he was very good at leaving notes with them. Notes like “don’t forget to eat breakfast!” and “much love, si”, something he rarely ever called me.

Penny got annoyed with them. “For someone so brooding and vague, I did not expect him to be this lovey dovey.” She crumpled yet another note and threw it at me.

“Let me have these cute notes, okay?”

“It’s gross, Si. I’ve had enough flirting to last me three lifetimes just living with you.” She magicked the rest of them into my hands. “Please get them away from me.”

“You just need Micah to come into town. Right?”

Baz was already in a class so I couldn’t corner him about the notes. I went to my classes and by the time I got home, he was already there. Penny was gone.

“Hey, love.” I kissed his cheek when I walked by, not at all surprised to see him there.

“Si.” Baz was studying, or at least reading what appeared to be a textbook, so I dropped my bag in my room and plopped onto the couch next to him. He shifted so that I could easily lean into him, and when I did, he moved the textbook onto my lap facing him.

“I’m not your desk, babe.”

“Then what good are you?” He kissed my neck, probably on one of my moles.

“Penny’s annoyed at your notes.”

“Do you share Bunce’s annoyance?”

“No. But maybe limit them to places for me. Okay?”

I shouldn’t have been surprised when Penny woke the two of us up at 3 am because of an explosion of sticky-note I love yous in her desk. Baz feigned innocence, but we all knew who the culprit was.

  • Yang: RUBY! *Yang shouted as she kicked down a door holding her cybernetic arm in her left hand.*
  • Ruby: *Ruby looked up from her weapon she is fixing.* What's up sis?
  • Yang: Don't you "what's up" me!? You have some explaining to do!? *Yang growled holding her arm up in Ruby's face.*
  • Ruby: *Ruby gulped as she throws her hands up.* I SWEAR IT ALREADY HAD THE FLAME THROWER!
  • Yang: Flame thrower? This has a flame thrower?
  • Ruby: Uuuuuh Yeeeeees?
  • Yang: ...
  • Ruby: ...
  • Yang: Okay, coming back to that later. I'm more pissed off why your girlfriend is in my arm!
  • Ruby: GASP! Weiss is in your arm!?
  • Yang: No, Ruby. Your other girlfriend. *Yang said as she reattached her arm and it suddenly moves to salute.*
  • Penny: Salutations Ruby. *Penny's voice said as it came from Yang's arm.*
  • Ruby: Penny? Oh my god. How did you get into Yang's arm?
  • Penny: Well as I was connected to the my complete to receive know updates and software upgrades, along with Yang's arm, I went web surfing and as I re-upload myself I have accidentally went into Yang's arm. *Penny explained, Yang's arm moving to Penny's will.
  • Ruby: I see. *Ruby nodded before raising an eyebrow.* Wait, that was two hours. Why didn't you say anything earlier?
  • Penny: I wanted to learn from Yang and Blake. *Penny giving a thumbs up.*
  • Ruby: What did-*Ruby began before Yang interrupted as she shouted.*
  • Penny: Huh? But I didn't. My body is still in the next room.
  • Penny: Oh dear. I am so sorry Ruby. I did not know.
  • Ruby: Sigh. It's just never do anything like this again.
  • ~two days~
  • Weiss: General Ironwood? What are you doing here?
  • Ironwood: Hello Miss Schnee. I'm here to give miss Xiao-Long a software for her arm to prevent unauthorized AIs from access.
  • Weiss: Oh, It's about what Penny did... Did she ever?
  • Ironwood: Yes. And it carries a ten prison sentence if it is ever brought up.
  • Weiss: I didn't say a thing.