micah snow

growing pains

simon’s speech at penelope and micah’s wedding

word count: 644

for @oohmurder, first place winner of my fic giveaway! please enjoy! :)



“I’ve gotta say, it’s a little bit scary to see you in a wedding dress, Pen. It makes me feel like an adult,” Simon laughed, then stood up.

“I’ve known Penny for a long time.” It was a simple way to start a speech, tried and true, but Simon still found the words sticking like honey in the back of his throat. “When I first met her, she’d been warned to stay away from me. She said her mother told her I was dangerous, and I was! I was scared and frazzled and always on the verge of something crazy. That’s why she hung out with me, I suppose. Because she was the opposite– scared of nothing. Prepared for anything, smart as a whip and capable as a little girl could be. The only thing frazzled about her was her hair.” A small laugh from the audience. Simon gulped.

“When I met Penny, she was this tiny, pudgy little kid, and her glasses were too big for her face, and her opinions were sometimes too big for her brain to know how to say. My magic was too big for my body and she saw that, she saw how it was squeezed into me like you’d squeeze into a too-small pair of jeans, and she saw how much it hurt. Just by association, Penny has almost died more times than I could count, but she always stuck around.”

“She’s always known better than me, too. Most of those times, I would have died if not for her, if we’re being honest. She’s been the one, when I need it most, to look me in the eyes and tell me, ‘Chosen One my ass. You’re Simon first and foremost. You’re a person before you’re a prophecy.’ I know I’ll never be able to thank her enough for that.”

“I won’t lie. When I first heard about the wedding, my emotion was panic. I mean, how are you meant to cope when the only thing that’s been keeping you sane since you were eleven is shipping itself off to America? That’s insane. I didn’t know who I was without you, Penelope Bunce, and I’m still not sure that I do. But what I know for absolutely sure is that you deserve to be the happiest person on the planet. And if America is going to make that happen, if Micah is going to make that happen, then it’s the obvious choice, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. Besides,” Simon paused, and squeezed Baz’s shoulder. “You’ve left me in capable hands.”

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that friendships grow and change and evolve, just like people do. We’ve gone from first-years to celebrities to flatmates to this, now– grown ups, if you must (although I’m not sure that’s entirely true in my case). But love stays the same, and there will never be a day when I don’t love you, Penny, or when you’re not the best friend I’ve ever had. I’m so happy for you and Micah (though I fear for the sanity of your future children sometimes). I’m so happy that you get to go to a whole, huge country and start brand new, leave all these bad memories behind and raise a family and- shit, I’m choking up. You and Micah were made for each other, Pen, and so were we.”

“So cheers, I guess, to love in all its forms. To Penny and Micah, whose love came out of a storybook. To the love of friends, close enough to be family. To the love of adventure that we shared as youth, and the love of peace that we share now, and most importantly, to the love of each other, which I hope we never lose.” Simon raised his glass, but no one else did. They were too busy cheering.

The signs as Carry on characters
  • Aries: Simon Snow
  • Taurus: Agatha Wellbelove
  • Gemini: the insidious Humdrum
  • Cancer: Lucy (not the dog)
  • Leo: Baz Pitch
  • Virgo: Micah
  • Libra: Mordelia Grimm
  • Scorpio: the Mage / Davy
  • Sagittarius: Nicodemus Petty
  • Capricorn: Fiona Pitch
  • Aquarius: Penelope Bunce
  • Pisces: Ebb Petty
Valentine’s Day Surprise (Carry On Valentine’s Celebration Day 1)

Long distance relationships are so hard, aren’t they? At least Penny has some great best friends to help her through it. Hope you enjoy! :) @carryon-valentines

Penny

Penny, unlike her friends, did not enjoy Valentine’s Day. It only meant her daily Skype session with Micah was made a little sadder. Sure, they sent each other gifts and cards. But it wasn’t like they could see each other in person.
Simon got up from the couch of their flat to join her in the kitchen, his wings for once not impeding him from sitting at their kitchen table.
“Penny, can I ask you something?”
She looked up from her coffee mug, her pity part interrupted.
“Yes?”
Simon bit his lip, as if what he was about to ask would be uncomfortable. Penny braced herself.
“I was uh, wondering if maybe Baz and I could have the apartment to ourselves on Valentine’s Day.”
Penny felt her heart droop painfully. For the past two years Simon, Penny, and Baz had done Valentine’s Day parties. It still didn’t save the holiday for Penny but she found she enjoyed it much more than she had at Watford. She’d always known Baz and Simon would tire of it but it still hurt.
“Um, yeah. I guess I can stay at my parent’s place.”
Simon shook his head.
“No. Baz insisted on putting you up in a hotel for the night.”
She scrunched her nose.
“Why would he want that?”
“He feels bad that we’re kicking you out.” Simon said.
“Well tell him that it’s fine, I really don’t mind staying at my parent’s place.”
Simon frowned.
“Well he kind of already made the reservation. I don’t think he can get the money back from the advanced payment he made.”
Penny felt anger curl in her stomach.
“That’s ridiculous.”
She stood up and began to storm out of the kitchen when Simon stopped her.
“So does that mean you’ll be staying at the hotel?”
“I guess I have to!” She snapped and then slammed the door.


Penny stared grumpily up at the five-star hotel Baz had forced her to stay at for the night. She hadn’t spoken to Simon for the rest of the week after their conversation. When she left tonight she had glared at Simon and Baz getting ready to go out to dinner.
As she hulked her backpack into the lobby she looked around. It really was a nice hotel. She had no idea why Baz had felt so indebted to her but she found she was less angry about the situation when she was informed that the room was on Baz’s credit card. She was going to order as much alcohol and room service as possible.
She inserted the hotel card key into the door and nearly whipped her ring out when she saw a figure already there. As she took in her surroundings she lowered her hand, defensive spells forgotten.
In the center of the room stood Micah, rose petals spread out on the bed. It was all so Micah, the clichéd romantic set up, and he was really there, in the flesh.
She dropped her backpack with a loud thud.
“What are you doing here?” She whispered.
Micah strode forward and handed her a champagne flute.
“Simon and Baz wanted to surprise you.”
She felt tears coming to her eyes.
“They love spending Valentine’s Day with you every year. It made them sad to miss out this year. But they said they knew you missed me and that they wanted to make you happy more than anything else.”
The tears spilled over and then Micah was kissing her. She never thought her and Micah could have this, at least not so soon. And it was all thanks to her best friends, the sweetest people she knew.
Maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t that bad after all she realized as her and Micah giggled and ran to battle over the room service menu.

Skyping from America

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 495

Summary: Micah Skype calls Penny one night. But not all is quiet in the Bunce-Snow flat.

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AN:  I really wanted to do a fic that included the line “Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch! If you ate the last cherry granola bar, I’m going to stake you in your sleep tonight!” So here it is!


Micah
“And then I hit another home run! The other team didn’t stand a chance after that.” I grin smugly into the camera. Penny smiles back, clapping slightly.

“Well done, darling,” she says. I love the way she says darling. British people always sound great when they say darling.

“How’s life in London?”

Penny shrugs, which pixelates her image slightly. “Same old, same old. Class is boring as fuck. Most people are stupid. Oh but there was-”

A loud slam interrupts her. She looks at something above and past her laptop screen.

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Double Date

For @4wksoffluff

Summary: Micah is coming to visit and Baz, Simon, Penny and Micah have decided to go out on a double date. Short one-shot. (692 words). 


  Penny is in her room getting dressed, and Baz is in the bathroom presumably preening his hair, so it’s just Micah and I waiting out in the living room. We’ve already been through all the small talk earlier today, so it’s a bit awkward, but Micah breaks the silence.

“What’s up with you and Baz?” He asks. Which is fine, the guy’s just curious. “I seem to remember you despising each other when I was at Watford on exchange.” He says the ‘despising’ part quietly like he’s scared someone will tell him off for it, or get offended.

“Oh, yeah. Well, we did, at that point, I suppose. Things changed.” He doesn’t look satisfied with the answer, but he’s too nice to probe any further. I decide to go on, he looks like he really is interested in knowing more.

“Has Penny never told you this?” I ask, and he shakes his head. “Well, we got together around Christmas last year.” I swallow anxiously, remembering the time. It’s December again now, and I’ve been thinking about that whole time a lot. It’s hard, but my counselor says it’s normal to have things on your mind around the anniversary of the event, and it’s better to sort through it than push it away.

“That sounds romantic,” he says with a slight smile. “Christmas and all.”

“Yeah,” I keep going, “it was a hard time, but at least something good came out of it.” I smile down, looking at my lap. I think I’ve explained enough, and when I look up he seems happy with the answer.

  We’re just going into another period of silence when Baz walks out and drops down next to me on the couch, thank Crowley. Micah is a great guy, but we really don’t seem to have a lot to discuss.

“What’ve you two been discussing?” He asks, with a sly smile on his lips.

“Oh, not much,” I say. Micah looks slightly guilty, like he feels he shouldn’t have invaded our personal lives, but really it’s fine. He wasn’t invasive. He seems to care so much about things, I can see why Penny likes him.

  Penny comes out of her room just after Baz has sat down, looking fantastic. She’s wearing this glittery purple scarf, and she’s left her hair out, wild and falling over her shoulders.

“Shall we head off?” She asks, grabbing the keys from the counter. Everyone ‘yep’s in agreement, and we’re out the door.

  It was Penny’s idea, doing the double date. Micah had been planning to come over for ages, and Penny suggested, well, demanded, that they have at least one ‘proper date night’ all together. Baz looked skeptical at first, but he came around.

“Come on Baz,” she’d said. “We can go to a fancy restaurant and all.” He still looked unsold. “We’ll go to the Planetarium and you can show off your star knowledge.” He looked more into it, but not quite all in yet. “Do it for me, Baz. For Simon.”

“Fine,” he’d agreed, “this Micah guy better be fantastic though. I won’t have you dragging me along for a dingy night.”

“Oh, he’s fantastic.” She’d replied with a grin.

  Baz seemed to really enjoy Micah. He’s really into the magickal history, and he knows a heap about U.K history, for some reason. Maybe he studied it to impress Penny, or maybe there’s just something about the U.K that really sparks his interest- who knows? They seem to be getting on like a house on fire on our way down the road to the ultra modern restaurant we picked out, talking away about this and that.

“Look at that,” Penny nudges my shoulder, “our boyfriends hitting it off.”

“I’m really glad Baz likes Micah,” I say. “I mean, I knew he would, and that he’d try to be nice even if he didn’t, but it really is good to see them getting on.”

“Yeah,” Penny agrees. It’s comforting knowing that our boyfriends get along, that that can’t be a factor that lets us drift apart. Not that Penny would ever let us drift apart, and neither would I.


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Drunken Singing

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2534

CW: Alcohol use, drunknness

Summary: Simon Snow is a horrific singer. And alcohol only exacerbates that fact.

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Simon Snow is a horrific singer. And alcohol only exacerbates that fact.

“All you sinners stand up sing Hallelujah! Hallelujah!” His off key rendition of Brendan Urie rings through the hallway, sounding worse than nails on a chalkboard.

“Shh! You want to wake up the entire building?” I hiss.

He hangs off of me, one arm around my neck and another waving wildly. His face is flush from all the booze. Well, “all” as in two shots of vodka and a beer (Snow is a lightweight.) He giggles and throws his head (along with his body weight) back, making me stumble a bit.

“I, don’t, care what you think, as long as it’s about meeeee!”

I roll my eyes so hard they nearly spin out of their sockets.

“If you’re going to communicate with me in Fall Out Boy lyrics, I’m ignoring you.”

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Roadtrip!

So this is for @carryon-countdown Day 8: Front seats for people who haven’t been kidnapped by f**king numpties. So ye I thought that I could use that for an amazing roadtrip thingy ma boober. So ye here ya go! 

Baz

“ROADTRIP!” Simon calls, waking up the whole frickin house. About a week ago Bunce promised him that we’d take advantage of her and Micah being here by going on a road trip all around England. I don’t know why Bunce wanted to do it, but my idiot of a boyfriend sure is excited. 

It is that exact idiot that wakes me up at precisely 5:32 in the morning. And he doesn’t do it kindly either. I’m pulled out of my muddled dream when Simon Snow jumps on top of me, startling me.

“What the–” I say as I shoot up, knocking my forehead with Simon’s. I lay back down, covering my eyes with my arm.

“Baaaazzzzz,” he says, shaking my shoulders. I feel his tail whipping around excitedly smacking against my legs in a way that is really painful. His wings rustle around him and I practically feel the excitement radiating off of him. 

I groan and roll over, which causes him to fall off of me onto the ground. I cringe a little at the thump, but Simon just gets back up and shakes my shoulder. 

“Baz we’re going on a road trip today,” he says excitedly. 

“Uggghhhhhh,” I groan again, putting my head underneath the pillow. He pulls on my arm.

“C’mon Baaaazzz. Can you please make breakfast?”

“Why can’t we just buy food,” I whine, wanting to fall asleep without this imbecile picking at me. He throws himself on top of me again, wrapping his arms around me in the way he knows I can’t resist. 

“Pwease Baz?” he says again. I can almost see him making puppy-dog eye. I turn over so I’m facing him, our faces inches apart. I squint at the bright sunlight and look into his blue eyes, knowing that he’s going to get what he wants because I’m weak and Simon is just too cute. 

“Fine you idiot. Just get off of me,” I grumble. Simon makes a noise of delight and then presses a quick kiss to my lips, scrambling off of me. I sit up, my head swimming and my eyes stinging from the sunlight. I yawn and open my eyes fully to see Simon Snow looking at me with wide eyes. He looks like a puppy whose owner just came home. Simon Snow is the literal definition of a puppy, period. He has the excitement of one where he could run around for hours on end and he has his moments where he’ll just curl up on the couch and fall asleep, no matter what time of day it is. Me and Bunce usually throw a blanket on him and I’ll sit beside him, playing with his curls. He has a tail that constantly thumps against my legs when he’s happy and will stop when he’s sad. Sometimes he’ll curl it around my leg as he sleeps on my chest, and it makes me clutch him tighter. 

He might be annoying, but I love this idiot. So I just drag myself into the kitchen, make some coffee (black. Like my soul), and start making waffles while Simon runs around, waking everyone up. Then, all of us, Penny, Micah, Simon, Agatha (who came all the way from California to visit), and I eat breakfast around a cramped table that was meant for two (what can I say? We don’t get guests often. It’s always just me and Snow).

After breakfast, I see Micah pull Simon into an empty room in the corner of my eye. Simon looks surprised, but follows, and when he comes out, his excited energy has shifted to nervousness. I only wonder what happened…


Simon

“Uh, Simon?” Micah says as I’m putting the orange juice in the fridge. His dark curls are a mess, as if he’s been ruffling them and his hands fiddle nervously with the helm of his sweatshirt. 

“Yeah?” I say. 

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” I tilt my head in question, but he takes my arm and pulls me into an empty room. The guest bedroom where him and Penny are staying. He closes the door and takes a deep breath. 

“I want to propose to Penny,” he says in a rush. Now I understand why he’s nervous. 

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Carry On in America

I need to know what’s going on with the magickal world in America while the Carry On events take place.
We know that the American world of mages is more spread out than England, but it still exists!
Micah was an exchange student at Watford, but from what magick school did he come from? America is so large that there has to be multiple schools, right?
I NEED TO KNOW.

What are your headcanons?

quiet

He pushes a curl of her hair behind her ear, and she doesn’t open her eyes, just smiles dreamily.

“Tired?”

“Very.” She looks up at him, sleep and warmth and home glimmering in her eyes. “But it was worth it,” she says through a yawn. “Fifty percent of my grade.”

“You’re tiring yourself out.”

“I am not.” This is punctuated by another yawn, but she stands firm.

“You are.”

She looks slightly disgruntled. “Okay, maybe.”

He thinks she looks adorable, even tired and grumpy and wearing an oversized hoodie, curled up on the couch, but all he says is, “time for bed, Pen.”

“But I want to proofread it-”

“You can proofread it tomorrow. Besides, you’ve already gone over it about five times while editing, like you always do.”

She frowns, tilts her head to the side a little. “I only went over it four times. You’re right, I usually go over it five times. Should I read it again?”

“I don’t think there are any mistakes, Penny.”

“Do you know the statistical probability of an incorrectly spelled word or mistyped number?”

He remains unperturbed. “No, but I do know that you’re nearly dropping from exhaustion. Bed. Go on. I’ll bring you hot chocolate if you want, it’s nearly one in the morning and you didn’t have dinner.”

Her eyes widen, and she dives for her phone. “It’s one? I didn’t mean to make you stay up like that-”

“It’s fine-”

“No, you’ve been listening to me and helping me since seven, that’s insane, plus you’re usually out by eleven-”

“I’ll live.”

She slumps back into the pillows.

“Go to sleep. I’ll help you read your paper if you want.”

Some form of humour glitters in her eyes, and she opens her mouth to make a joke about how engineering majors can’t English at all if they’re all like you, Micah, but he presses a quick kiss to her lips, stopping her. “I won’t hear it. One time, Pen, that was one time-”

She’s laughing, and he’s laughing too, and it’s the quiet kind of laughter that rings around the room and makes even the fluorescent lightbulbs hanging overhead seem like they’re glowing just a little more warmly.

“I’m going, I’m going,” she says, and clambers off the couch.

“Do you want food?”

Her eyes soften. “No, it’s okay. I’ll eat in the morning.” She pulls him off the couch, too. “You need your sleep. Come on.”


The next morning when he wakes up, she’s already gone and there’s a little note on his bedside table with a cupcake on it.

I remembered that you didn’t really have dinner last night either, because a single slice of cheese is really, really sad, and I feel bad. Have this cupcake as some compensation.

P


He doesn’t know how he got her, because she’s all spark and intelligence and utterly perfect, but he’s not going to lose her. Not a chance.

Simon Snow and the Perfect Match

(quick little piece I wrote instead of working on a paper, just had to get it out of my head! sorry if it ends a little abruptly, couldn’t think of anything worthier than the final line)

Baz had just drifted off to sleep when he heard the door open. Was Snow going somewhere? He peaked one eye open to discover that the boy was still in bed. No, it was Bunce, sneaking in somehow. It was only my curiosity that prevented me from getting out of bed and spelling her the hell out of here (that, and I was wearing boxer shorts to bed, and I sure as hell wasn’t about to cast magic wrapped in a blanket).

Bunce must have woken Snow, because soon I heard his sleepy voice: “Penny? What the hell? Baz will–”

“Shh, then don’t wake him.”

I heard stirring, and I opened my eyes again, just enough to watch Simon pulling at a strand of curls with two fingers. “Are you okay?” he asked, this time in a whisper.

Penny plopped herself on the end of his bed. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“So you decided to break into Mummers and make sure I couldn’t sleep, either?”

“Well, I tried Agatha first, but she refused to get up.” Penelope paused. “Actually, she hit me with a pillow and called me something I’m not sure I want to repeat.”

Baz was wondering what Simon saw in Agatha, which is what he always wondered when her name came up, when Bunce pretty much voiced his thoughts.

“You know, if you’re going to marry her someday, you’ll have to deal with that,” she told him, and Baz smirked to himself.

“I might hit you with a pillow now, too,” Snow muttered.

“I’m just saying. I know I’ve said this before, but you should really reconsider if you guys are right togeth-”

Snow interrupted her before she could launch into full lecture-mode. Bunce would make an excellent professor someday. “Penny.”

“Sorry,” she sighed.

“You know, I’m not a fan of long-distance relationships, but you don’t see me lecturing you about Micah,” Snow reminded her.

“That’s different,” she countered, although she offered no evidence.

They were silent for a moment. Baz had almost begun to fall back to sleep, somehow, when Penelope quietly asked, “What kind of person did you think you were going to end up with?”

“Hmm?” Simon murmured. It sounded like he may have slipped back into sleep as well.

“Like, I always thought I’d end up with someone really into politics. And, like, social justice. What about you?”

There was silence for a little while after that. Baz couldn’t tell if Simon was sleeping or thinking, but Baz wanted to hear his answer more than he would admit to himself.

Finally he heard Simon’s whispered response. “I’ve always wanted to be with someone smart. Like, smarter than me. Brilliant. And better than me at doing magic.”

That isn’t hard, Baz wanted to interject, but he kept it to himself.

“Someone really passionate,” he continued. “Who never accepts things as they are. Even if they have to be rude about it.”

He was silent for a moment before he added, “Someone who… I don’t know, can understand what I’ve been through, not having… not having parents. Someone who’s been through stuff.”

After a while, Baz heard Bunce say, matter-of-factly, “That doesn’t sound like Agatha, you know.”

“Shut up.”

“Actually… Now I think of it…” Bunce started giggling, and continued for a while despite Snow’s best efforts to shush her. “It sort of sounds like Baz.”

Ok but Baz and Penny Helping Simon to make a photo album after the events of carry on because he never really forgot about Fiona’s watford yearbook. It’s hard to find any pictures from their time at school, but they fill it up with new adventures and experiences and it just becomes a Thing for them to document everything, and years later they’re all master scrapbookers and Penny and Baz spend hours debating how to make it look the best, and Simon just decorates each page with an average of around 3,483 stickers, and when they aren’t out adventuring they sometimes look through all the photo albums and remember all the good times and Penny and Micah have scrapbooks documenting their relationship and Simon and Baz have their own too and when they’ve got kids (I feel like Simon would adopt kids, make sure he took them out of homes like the ones he stayed in) they share the photos and memories with their kids and I just :“)

I’ve tried to write this guy so many times and it never felt quite right. Recently I’ve finally settled on something I love while giving him his middle-aged makeover.

This is Micah Snow. Single father and horror fiction writer.