#Scott Williams darts

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Scott Williams Darts: A Rising Star in the World of Arrows!

When you think of darts, the names that usually come to mind are seasoned legends like Phil Taylor or Michael van Gerwen. But there's a new kid on the block, making waves and turning heads—Scott Williams! If you haven’t heard of him yet, get ready because this rising star in the world of darts is quickly carving out his spot among the greats. Scott Williams darts into the spotlight (pun intended) with a powerful combination of skill, determination, and an undeniable passion for the game. Whether you're a die-hard darts fan or just someone who loves watching an underdog story unfold, Scott’s journey is nothing short of inspiring. 

The Rise of Scott Williams Darts: A Journey to Watch

Humble Beginnings

Scott didn’t grow up in the lap of luxury or start playing darts with world-class trainers at his side. In fact, like many successful athletes, his journey began in modest surroundings. Born and raised in Lincolnshire, England, Scott Williams first picked up a set of darts at a local pub—yep, you read that right. He might’ve started his journey just for fun, but little did he know that his casual interest would soon evolve into a full-fledged career!

Many of the world’s greatest darts players started at the bottom, and Scott Williams is no different. He worked hard to perfect his craft, throwing countless arrows at the board until his accuracy and precision improved.

Turning Professional: A Game Changer

The moment Scott decided to go pro, everything changed. He wasn’t just another amateur with a dream anymore; he was now in the big leagues, competing against some of the best players in the world. The transition from amateur to professional is never easy, and for Scott Williams, it was no exception. He faced challenges left, right, and center. But here's where the magic happens—he didn’t give up.

In his first few matches, Scott faced tough competitors and experienced the inevitable defeats that come with entering a higher level of play. However, instead of letting these setbacks break his spirit, he used them as motivation to sharpen his game. Before long, Scott Williams darts performances were turning heads, and people were beginning to take notice.

Breakthrough Moments: Wins That Put Him on the Map

Every darts player has their breakthrough moment, and for Scott, it came in several key victories that truly put him on the map. In 2022, he secured his first Professional Darts Corporation (PDC) ranking title, stunning both fans and competitors alike. This victory wasn’t a fluke either—it was a testament to his hard work and commitment to mastering his craft.

From there, it was clear: Scott Williams darts with an intensity and skill level that could no longer be ignored. His wins started piling up, and his confidence only grew.

Playing Style: What Sets Scott Apart?

So, what is it about Scott Williams’ darts that make him so exciting to watch? It's not just his accuracy (though that's impressive), but his fearless approach to the game. Scott is known for his aggressive, attacking style that keeps his opponents on edge. He plays with confidence, takes risks when needed, and isn’t afraid to go for the big scores.

His ability to remain calm under pressure is another hallmark of his playing style. When others might crumble in high-stakes situations, Scott thrives. He keeps his cool, focuses on the board, and lets his skills do the talking.

Key Achievements of Scott Williams

Let’s take a closer look at some of Scott’s standout achievements that have solidified his place in the world of darts:

2022 PDC Ranking Title: His first major professional title win, a massive milestone in his career.

Impressive Average Scores: Consistently averaging above 90 in his matches, putting him among the elite players.

Participation in High-Profile Tournaments: From the World Darts Championship to the UK Open, Scott has competed in some of the sport’s biggest stages.

Each of these milestones not only reflects Scott’s growth as a player but also his potential to become one of the greats in the sport.

The Impact of Scott Williams Darts on Fans and the Sport

Darts is a game deeply rooted in tradition, but players like Scott Williams bring a fresh energy to the table. His rise to prominence has inspired countless up-and-coming players who see themselves in his story. If Scott can go from local pub leagues to playing on the world stage, why can’t they? He’s become a role model for aspiring darts players everywhere, showing that hard work and determination can open doors to success.

Moreover, his presence in the professional scene is helping to grow the sport’s popularity, particularly among younger audiences. With his relatable background, charismatic playing style, and down-to-earth attitude, Scott is a breath of fresh air in a game dominated by veterans.

The Future of Scott Williams Darts: What Lies Ahead?

With a career that’s already packed with remarkable moments, it’s thrilling to think about what’s next for Scott Williams. He’s only just begun scratching the surface of his potential, and with every tournament, he becomes a more seasoned and dangerous player. Will he continue to dominate the darts world? It sure looks like it!

As Scott continues to hone his craft and compete on bigger stages, fans can’t help but wonder if he’ll soon be rubbing shoulders with the legends of the game. One thing’s for sure: Scott Williams darts with heart, and that kind of passion is bound to take him far.

Conclusion

Scott Williams is a name that’s quickly becoming synonymous with the future of darts. His rise from local pubs to international tournaments is an inspiring journey filled with hard work, determination, and a whole lot of skill. He’s proved time and again that he has what it takes to compete at the highest level—and he’s just getting started!

So, the next time you hear the name Scott Williams, don’t be surprised if it’s followed by news of yet another big win. Keep your eyes peeled—this is a player you definitely don’t want to miss.

[musickickztoo]

CONTRA2023-1  FIRST SURF

TRACKLIST:

01. Ma'am - American Ruse 02. Glyders - Smooth Walker 03. R. Ring - Def Sup 04. Ghost Woman - The End of A Gun 05. Young Fathers - Rice 06. Baba Ali - Burn Me Out 07. The Routes - Axe To Grind 08. Scott McMicken and the EVER-EXPANDING - What About Now 09. The Heck - Sick & Tired 10. The Darts (US) - Snake Oil 11. Lou Barlow - All I Ever Say 12. The William Loveday Intention - Seasons Of The Witch 13. The Whiffs - Wanted 14. Randells - Seven Inch 15. Purling Hiss - Yer All In My Dreams 16. Tramhaus - Make It Happen 17. QINQS - Edgar Allan Poe 18. Tee Vee Repairman - Bus Stop 19. MVLL CRIMES - Just Like Heaven 20. Viagra Boys - Stretch My Arms

The first playlist of the year 2023!!

Listen: https://www.mixcloud.com/Contraflow/contra2023-1-first-surf/

[pinkwright]

⋆｡𖦹°‧. only echoes that i wait for. —

ellie williams x black female!reader

inspiration ᧓ delresto (echoes) by travis scott w/ beyonce.

authors note ⌅ i actually currently have four works in progress but they're all turning out 2 be way longer than my usual pieces so obvi in turn they're taking longer (plus i mean its literally december i'm not at home lmfao) so here's an older drabble from the drafts lol.

warnings ⌅ 18+. afab!reader, mentions of reader being a passenger princess (i can't drive), lotsa playful teasing, cocky!mean-ish!ellie (yum x2), fingering (reader receiving), dingy party and weed mentioned like once barely, i don't know what kinda kink this is tbh.

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ellie definitely tells you to "be a lady." whether its jokingly, voice laced with a low chuckle, scarred brow raised amusingly as you keep insisting on rolling your own weed, her head shaking as she seals the paper despite your half-hearted protests, taking the opportunity to light it for you too while she's at it. or when you're attempting to order your own food and she's quick to halt your words with a roll of those pretty evergreen orbs, an action that has you scoffing, a smitten smile tugging at your plump glossy lips when she smoothly recites the dish to the amused waitress.

or when your passenger princess heart decides to take a temporary, unannounced leave that coaxes out a simple murmured, "lemme drive, el." already stepping to the driver's door of her banged-up truck (courtesy of joel), platform heels clunking against the gravel before her large hand is grasping your waist, fingers firmly digging into the pillow of your skin as she brings you to a halt, spinning you to face her before she looks you up and down, tongue darting out to wet her pretty pink tinted lips.

before she deadpans, "nah," pausing at your offended pout, seeming to think back on your request before her face is scrunching like her ears have just been awarded the most hilarious slew of words, deep laughs reverberating within the cozy bubble of your domesticity, ellie cooing the vacationing heart of her beloved passenger princess back to with a deep, "get in your fucking seat, babe." gently rocking you as she uses her body to walk you back to the passenger seat, hand on the back of your thigh as you climb into the vehicle with a scoff of disbelief. and without doubt, in every instance, a hoarse scoff escapes her lips, a drawled-out rasp teased from smirking lips.

"be a fucking lady, damn."

other times it's less playful but all the more cocky, diminishing in its tease to head its more, taunting nature; ellie having you pinned to the door of some bathroom, head vibrating under the pulsing bass of the music beating through the walls of the dingy house party you can't recall how you ended up at. the atmosphere tense, skin searing under wandering hands, branding across your skin, and whispered filth, breathed into your skin.

dexterous fingers finding home under your tiny skirt, your quivering plush thighs tightening around her tatted forearm as the devil-haired girl digs into your aching cunt. broken gasps tear from your throat, your hands wrapped around her corded forearm in a plead for more, and she's mercifully sliding her thumb across your thrumming clit, cooing into your ear as you cry out for her, to her, blood rushing through your ears, "shh shh, baby... so fucking loud." the hushed whispers against your ear, prompt a whine from your glossy parted lips, hips bucking against her relentless movements when the touch of her chapped coral lips stretches against your skin in a mean smirk, teeth skimming the heated skin.

in a useless attempt, your teeth sink into your bottom lip to tame the sinful noises punching their way from the fudge-filled canal of your throat and ellie laughs, groaning into your ear as she feels the warmth of your walls fluttering around her fingers, scoffing in that low, rasped tone of sultry cockiness as your essence drips into the channels of her knuckles, "messy fucking pussy... still can't be a lady for me, baby?" a cruel coo that has you choking out a sob, whimpering so pathetically that ellie's pussy clenches in anticipation, a greedy act of indulgence in the pleasure that was you, slurring out a dizzying, "fuckkk, baby, i got you, shh..."

your lashes wet, clumping together, when you blink your glazed, dark eyes to meet her coddling gaze, thighs trembling around her arm when your orgasm rips from your throat,– and god the grunt ellie grates out has your spasming pussy fluttering around her fingers, embrace warm as it sucks her digits in and so, who could really blame the auburnette when it coaxes her digits back into motion, gentle shushing against your ear as she husks at the sloshing of her pretty pussy, "god, baby she's just aching for more isn't she? desperate little thing... think she needs a lil' reminder on how to be my pretty lady again, hmm?"

౨ৎ.tags... @abenomeiiii @naomis-daydream @littlegingerperson

[not-poignant]

Unnecessary throwback, I just reread The Wind that Cuts the Night AGAIN (one of my faves) and I think about this every time i do, are there any authors or books in particular that influence your writing style? Because the vibes are impeccable in this fic and it’s something that makes me wonder about any inspiration you may have had <3

Hi anon!

I have read literally thousands of books, and I think every single one of them - especially the ones I've loved - have all influenced my writing style a little. From non-fiction to fiction.

There's definitely no single writer I want to emulate, because I pretty much never find exactly what I want to read out there. It's more like I find moments, and then I think 'oh I want to make a reader feel the way this writer made me feel right now' but that doesn't necessarily mean I want to write in their style? Or if it does, it will still be influenced by all the other things that have influenced me in the past.

*thinks* I've read so many authors it's almost impossible to single out the ones I love the most re: writing style, but here's a few: Ursula K. Le Guin, dgalerab on AO3, Robin Hobb (though I feel like I've aged out of her writing now), CS Pacat, Suzanne Clarke, Bill Bryson, Robert Holdstock, Mark Z. Danielewski, Asumiko Nakamura, Andrea Gibson, Martha Wells (particularly re: Murderbot), Hinako Takanaga, Chuuya Nakahara, John Fowles, Orson Scott Card (for all that he's a bigot homophobic dickhead), Sarah Monette / Katherine Addison, Alan Ball, Mike Schur, Brian Jacques, Cecilia Dart-Thornton, Dan Harmon, Randall Jarrell, Thomas Harris, Yana Toboso, Ono Natsume, Kim Dare, Moto Hagio, Scott Heim, Gerald Durrell, Tanith Lee, George Mackay Brown, early Lyn Gala, early Sidney Bell, early Roan Parrish, Ann-Marie MacDonald, William Goldman, a bunch of classic authors and poets that we don't have time for, Tamora Pierce, Philip Pullman, and like...more fic authors I'm forgetting, lol.

(There's a mix in here, including fic writers, poets, essayists, scriptwriters and novelists).

(Also I am under no illusions that I am anywhere as good as any of these writers, they're just the ones whose styles really inspire me. Except I know I'm missing like 100 others and that's going to annoy me, lmao, I am okay with being mediocre, when I have this greatness to aspire to).

(For all the people who've ever asked me to rec some stuff, there you go, there's the list sdalkfjas).

(For anyone who thinks my writing is good, all I can say is read broadly, widely, across genres, across mediums, it's the best way to improve what you do. Though I'm mad as fuck that the list doesn't have more POC in it. I need to read far more broadly).

(Anon I'm SO glad you enjoy that fic! It was such an indulgent little story :D)

[misshoneyimhomeagain]

Chapter 1 - 

Summary;

Tags; William NylanderxOfc, “We never go out of style”

Warnings; alcohol consumption; swearing (I think); sexual references;

A/N;

Words; 3K+

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“I don't need a man to make me feel good”

As September arrived, Julia strolled leisurely through the streets of Toronto, enjoying the taste of her coffee, thinking about how her time in the city had been nothing short of amazing.

Even though her best friend Camille had returned to London, Julia's new work team had warmly welcomed her, especially her close colleague, Charlie, who had gone out of her way to make her feel at home. Julia and Charlie had quickly formed a strong bond, and Charlie's extroverted nature led them to explore Toronto's hidden gems together - the best bars, restaurants, museums, gardens, and galleries.

Charlie strongly reminded Julia of Camille. They were both tall (well, taller than her 5'2", which pretty much anyone was), naturally fit, with light-coloured hair, and had a vibrant energy. Charlie worked as a project coordinator in Julia’s team and had been with the firm for a couple of years, starting out as a student assistant. Although a couple of years younger than Julia, Charlie made an effort to introduce her properly to the city.

One weekend, they set out for the Toronto Islands. The ferry ride had been pleasant, with the shimmering waters of Lake Ontario reflecting the sunlight, creating a mesmerising sight. Once they reached the islands, they hired bicycles and began their adventure.

The islands offered a serene escape, with lush greenery, picturesque beaches, and panoramic views of the city's skyline. Julia and Charlie cycled through quaint neighbourhoods, passing charming cottages and beautifully landscaped gardens. Along the way, they shared funny anecdotes, childhood memories, and aspirations for the future.

As they reached a particularly secluded part of the islands, they found a spot by the water to have their picnic. Julia had prepared an assortment of delicious sandwiches, fresh fruits, and homemade lemonade. They laughed, ate, and simply enjoyed each other's company as the waves gently lapped against the shore.

_

September 17th

It was Charlie's 25th birthday, and she had planned a night out with Julia, some colleagues, and a few of her girlfriends at a bar in Downtown Toronto. Charlie generously offered to buy the first round, and then everyone could choose their drinks freely. As it was a busy Saturday night, she had reserved a few tables in the back, ensuring the group could relax and enjoy games like darts and pool.

During the summer, Charlie had spent some time with her parents and had an unexpected encounter with her childhood friend, Mitch. Although they had grown apart over the years, their recent conversations had brought them back together. They had met up a few times since they both lived in the same city, and Charlie even extended an invitation to her birthday, although she wasn't sure if he'd make it due to his busy schedule.

Inside the bar, the atmosphere was lively, with music, laughter, and cheering filling the room. Julia was having a great time, effortlessly beating Mark and Scott at darts, probably thanks to her English upbringing. Meanwhile, Charlie made rounds, ensuring everyone was enjoying themselves.

"Oh my god! Miiiiitchy!" Charlie exclaimed when she suddenly spotted Mitch, the tall, brunette guy from her past, walking into the bar with a group of friends. "I didn’t think you’d come," she added as she greeted him with enthusiasm, hugging him warmly and flashing a big smile.

"Of course, I did! Wouldn’t miss it. Oh, and by the way, this is from my mom," he said, handing her a small-sized box.

Mitch had brought her a small gift, and Charlie graciously thanked him, sending her best regards to his mother.

"Guys, this is my friend Charlie," Mitch then introduced her to his group, as he stood there with three other guys. One of them seemed a bit puzzled, but Charlie couldn't help but notice how exceptionally good-looking he was. With his semi-long, dark hair slightly curled under his cap, tanned skin with a hint of Hispanic features, and a charming moustache and scruff, he exuded a unique appeal. He was dressed in a loose shirt paired with tight dark trousers, a thin jacket, and trainers. Charlie couldn't deny the magnetic attraction she felt toward him.

"She's not a dude…” the guy remarked to the others, causing laughter from his friends.

"Wow, quite the way to offend a girl in just five syllables," Charlie retorted playfully, joining in on the laughter.

"Sorry," he apologised, offering a nervous smile.

"Don't worry; it happens more often than you’d think," Charlie reassured him with a wink, sharing a moment of amusement. Just then, Mitch chimed in to introduce the guys.

"Char, you probably already know their names, but this is Auston, Mo, and Willy," Mitch said, and Charlie greeted them enthusiastically.

Indeed, she knew who they were; she wasn't oblivious to the world - being Canadian, she was well aware of some of the best hockey players in the NHL. She had also discreetly followed Mitch's career over the years, even though they hadn't been in touch for quite some time.

"Nice to meet you. Come on, have a drink or something," Charlie invited, gesturing for them to join the group. "Hey, JJ, there's someone I want you to meet," she called out to someone else.

'JJ,' William thought, his mind racing. No, it couldn't be... or could it? Oh, yes, it definitely could.

As she turned around from the other group, there she stood with her long blonde, curled hair, radiant smile, and those captivating big blue eyes. "Shit," William chuckled to himself, caught off guard by seeing her again. He hadn't exactly expected this kind of reunion.

"Hey," Julia greeted as Charlie motioned for her to join the group.

Immediately, she recognised William as well. How could she not? They had shared a great time at the bar, followed by an intimate session in her bedroom. Seeing him again with his beachy, blonde hair, Balenciaga t-shirt, and that smirk on his face brought back both memories and mixed feelings. He seemed amused by the situation, but Julia wasn't sure how to feel about seeing him again. He was undeniably attractive, and that smirk stirred up feelings she probably shouldn't indulge.

"So, this is my new colleague and very good friend, Julia, who’s just moved here from London," Charlie introduced to the lads, and they all greeted her.

"JJ, these guys here are probably the most important people for you to know about when living here," she then pointed out each of the lads - Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner, Morgan Reilly, and William Nylander - explaining that they were the greatest hockey stars of the Toronto Maple Leafs. The lads chuckled at Charlie's praise.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Julia said with an excited expression.

“Well, come on, have a seat and a drink if you’d like,” Charlie said loudly.

They all took a seat at the tables while the others continued playing games. Julia made eye contact with the barman who almost immediately came over to take their orders, and the lads opted for fizzy drinks, mindful of their ongoing training.

“It’s a nice place you've chosen, Char,” Mitch remarked as he sat down in front of her with Auston to his right and Mo on his left.

“Thanks, it’s basically our go-to place whenever we go out,” Charlie smiled. “JJ used to go out for after-work beers back home, and so we’ve sort of adopted that into our team.”

"So, how do you like Toronto so far?" Morgan asked Julia, sitting across from her.

"Well, so far, everyone's been very welcoming and great - and it's an incredible city, so it's truly all good," she smiled.

"But the most important thing is that JJ will attend her very first NHL game next month," Charlie chimed in, sparking curiosity among the group.

"Oh, cool! When?" Mitch asked.

"It's the home opening game, right?" Julia said, looking at Charlie, who nodded.

“Yes, it's my welcoming slash birthday present,” Charlie added, garnering further interest from the lads.

"When's your birthday?" William suddenly asked from Julia’s right side.

"The 7th, next month," she responded with a soft smile, and the lads nodded.

"And how young, if we may ask?" Mo teased, and Julia laughed.

"27," she said confidently, "no worries, I have no issues with my age," which earned more laughs from the group. William couldn't help but smile, realising she was just slightly older than him, which he found amusing for some unknown reason.

“And do you know anything about hockey?” Auston asked from the opposite corner of the table, and Julia chuckled.

“Well, a little bit actually - or maybe just the basics of the basics,” she replied chuckling. She shared that her younger brother, Daniel, played hockey for a hobby, but she had only seen a couple of games herself.

“I didn’t know hockey was a big thing in England,” Mitch stated.

"It's not," Julia smiled, "but when Daniel was 8, he moved with our dad back to Denmark after our parents' divorce. And he played serious hockey there for some years before a bad ankle injury," she explained, capturing the lads' attention.

"Wait, you're from Denmark?" Auston asked with curiosity.

"Well, my dad is Danish, and I was born there, but I grew up in England,” Julia clarified with a friendly smile.

Auston then mentioned their best friend, Freddie, who used to play for the Leafs and also hailed from Denmark.

“Oh yeah, Frederik Andersen, right?” She asked, and they nodded confirming. “Yeah, he was like the first thing my father mentioned when I told him I was moving to Toronto - before he asked me about my promotion, of course,” she chuckled, and the lads responded with laughter.

"Maybe we should introduce you to him sometime," Mitch playfully suggested, and Julia eagerly agreed.

“And actually,” Charlie said, “Willy here is also from Scandinavia,” she told and pointed to William. “Sweden, right?” William nodded, offering Julia a friendly smile. 

“Which is definitely not the same as Denmark,” he said jokingly.

“Oh, I couldn’t agree more,” Julia added, and they shared a moment of amusement as they all laughed.

“Let me guess, none of you would understand the each other,” Mitch joked from across the table. They both shook their head chuckling causing laughter from the others.

As the night progressed, the playful banter continued, and Julia felt a sense of ease and comfort among the lads. They were all very sociable and outgoing, so she easily felt included in their conversations about hockey, their off-season, and how Charlie and Mitch shared stories from their childhood.

And as Julia laughed and smiled at the group's joking behaviour, William found himself drawn to her warmth and confidence. Her kindness and gentle touches had left an impression on him, and he couldn't deny that he still found her intriguing.

The initial tension had dissipated, and William actively participated in the banter, occasionally sharing flirty glances with Julia. There was a connection between them, but it wasn't overtly sexual. And no one else seemed to notice. 

Julia had let go of any hard feelings towards William quite some time ago. Not that there was much to forgive, but she had felt a little hurt after he’d left. So, seeing him tonight was a bit of a surprise. But he did seem to be nice, and she found his charm enjoyable; his laughter was infectious and the way he playfully chatted with the rest of the guys simply made her feel comfortable around him.

In the meantime, a few of Charlie's other friends had left the party, while a few stayed, either joining the group at the table or heading to the dance floor.

Clara, one of their colleagues, approached the table and sat down between Mo and William, across from Julia. "So, Charlie, have you heard about JJ's secret lover?” she playfully asked.

Julia momentarily froze, recalling she had mentioned spending a night with a guy but hadn't exactly told that it was the gentleman sitting right beside her.

"Oh yeah, she mentioned him," Charlie chuckled, raising her eyebrows a few times, "Mr. Mystery."

Julia could sense William listening attentively from the corner of her eye, sensing that they were talking about him.

"So, JJ, are we ever gonna hear more about this mysterious gentleman and maybe even meet him?" Clara asked with a grin.

Julia tried to remain composed and replied nonchalantly, "Well, I don't think he'd be up for it. Besides, I don't even know that much about him."

William couldn't help but find amusement in the situation. Julia seemed to be handling it well, trying to downplay the encounter.

"I don't care, I wanna know who this guy is, who's the best sex you've ever had," Clara said, perhaps a bit too loudly, causing Julia to cringe inwardly. William had to suppress a smirk, knowing exactly what Clara was unknowingly talking about.

"The best one-night stand I've ever had," Julia corrected with a playful grin. "But, you know, he left without saying a word or leaving his number, so it doesn’t really matter.”

"Oh, come on! What's his name? We'll find him on social media," Clara persisted.

"We can't, believe me, I've tried," Charlie chimed in. "Do you know how many Wills there are in Toronto?” she chuckled, and Clara laughed along.

At that moment, William had a small internal realisation. Julia had told Charlie she couldn't really remember the guy's name, just that it might have been "Will or something." She had felt a bit embarrassed and hurt when recounting the one-night stand to Charlie and simply wanted to move past it.

He caught Julia's look, noticing her feeling a bit reserved. She simply gave the girls a soft smile, trying to ease the situation.

"Anyways, it's probably for the best," she said calmly, and the girls nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, a guy leaving a total babe like that must be out of his mind," Charlie added with confidence and encouragement. Julia chuckled at her supportive words, aware that William had heard every bit of the conversation.

_

After a short while, they all felt like having another drink, and the lads agreed to have one more before heading out. As Julia went to the bar to order, William took the opportunity to approach her and offer his help in carrying the drinks. She smiled warmly as he approached, but there was a hint of nervousness in her voice as she asked what he was doing.

"Just wanted to help out," William replied simply.

They stood there in silence for a moment before he broke it.

“So… I’m the best sex you’ve ever had?” he said, and Julia couldn’t help but smile and roll her eyes at him.

“Best one-night stand,” she corrected again, “there’s a difference.”

“Oh really,” he chuckled, “well maybe we can do it again? Then it wouldn’t be a one-night stand, and it’d just be the best sex ever,” he winked.

“You're such a cheeky bastard,” Julia said with a grin, slightly rolling her eyes at him again.

“Well - it was great, right?" he stated more than asked.

“It was,” Julia admitted with a soft smile, although she couldn't help but remember waking up slightly disappointed when William had left during the night.

"So, maybe we can repeat the success?” William playfully suggested.

Julia had to restrain herself from saying 'yes' immediately. The truth was it had been amazing with William. She might even have to admit that it indeed had been the best she’d ever had. But a part of her also knew that if she took him home tonight, she could potentially be putting herself in the same hurtful situation again.

William seemed like the type of guy who wasn’t used to getting a ‘no’ from women. He could probably have any girl he wanted and discard them just as easily. Those deep, ocean blue eyes of his had a mesmerising effect on her, and that's what had made her feel vulnerable in the first place. So, she decided that she needed to protect herself. She couldn't afford to let William's charm have this kind of power over her, so it was best for her to resist the temptation and keep their encounter from becoming more.

"No," she replied, chuckling lightly.

William looked a bit puzzled, wondering if he had misread the situation.

Julia leaned in closer to him, her tone softening. "It was great,” she said offering him a friendly smile, "but it was a one-time thing… You made that clear when you sneaked out in the middle of the night," she added with a wink before paying for the drinks and walking away from the bar, drinks in hand.

William stood there, slowly realising that his hasty departure had left a little mark on Julia. While he knew it had only been a one-night stand, he also understood that his actions might have come across as cold and inconsiderate.

He let out a sigh, watching her walk away, before he returned to the table with the other drinks and re-joined the current conversation.

After finishing their drinks, Mitch and Mo were the first to leave, giving Charlie a hug and wishing her a Happy Birthday once again.

Auston tried to play it cool, not wanting to reveal his interest in spending some time alone with Charlie, so he nonchalantly mentioned that he'd stay for a bit longer. Julia chuckled lightly, seeing through his act, finding it amusing.

And about 10 more minutes passed before Julia indicated that she'd head home as well. William, who had just returned from the men's room, had had the same thought. 

Julia hugged Charlie goodbye and then turned to Auston, offering him a friendly smile.

"Be nice to her," she said, giving him a small wink, to which Auston nodded, chuckling in response.

As they stepped out onto the street, William turned to Julia.

“So, how drunk are you?” He asked. The question caught her off guard, but she just gave him a soft smile.

"Not drunk at all, actually. I only had a couple of drinks," she replied. "Why?"

"Just wanted to know if you needed help getting home safely," William said with a soft smirk. "No funny business, I promise," he added, making Julia chuckle a bit.

"Thanks, Wonderboy, but I'm okay," she said. "I'm a big, tough girl, you know - I can tie my own shoes and all," she added with a small wink. 

William chuckled and nodded before they went their separate ways.

_

Over the following weeks, Charlie and Julia were rather tied up with work. They were facing an impending deadline, so it was all hands on deck.

Julia had been devoting quite a bit of time with her boss, Andrew, who was a recently separated 35-year-old father of two: Tyler at 8 and Phoebe at 6. He was a busy man as well, so Julia had been offering him a helping hand with his children whenever the department was overloaded with work.

Julia thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Tyler and Phoebe. They were full of energy and a lot of fun; and fortunately, they were also well-behaved. Having a niece of her own, she genuinely embraced playing the role of the fun aunt. And it did seem to be of great help to Andrew, which also made Julia’s workdays much smoother when he wasn't all stressed out and uptight.

Julia naturally also had to FaceTime Camille from time to time, and she had spilled the tea about her second encounter with William. Camille had been baffled hearing about it, but she also found it quite amusing. If anyone knew Julia well, it was Camille. They had lived together for 3 years before they both moved to London, where Julia then moved in with her boyfriend at the time; Ezra. They had developed a close connection over the years, sharing their most embarrassing moments and deepest thoughts and secrets.

Furthermore, Charlie and Julia had also spent a lot of time driving around the city and countryside. Julia had been exhilarated to experience the Canadian nature, which Charlie gladly tagged along to show her. And they were the perfect duo for road trips; Julia loved to drive, and Charlie was a true passenger princess.

In between all the hard work and road journeys, Charlie had also managed to spend some more time with Mitch and his fiancée, Stephanie, who had extended invitations for brunch and coffee to Julia, which she had warmly embraced.

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FLOWER MOON SHADOW

Opening this weekend:

Killers of the Flower Moon--In the 1870s the Osage Nation settled on a large reservation in northeastern Oklahoma consisting of land thought to be of little value. But in the late 1890s, it was discovered to be sitting on an ocean of oil. Because the Osage had retained mineral rights to the land, by the early '20s they found themselves to be the wealthiest people, per capita, on the planet.

It need hardly be said that opportunistic white folks moved in fast to snatch this bounty through a variety of schemes, perhaps the vilest being the practice of marrying into an Osage family and then murdering the spouses and other heirs. Because the case was eventually broken by the nascent FBI, the story was briefly dramatized as one episode in The FBI Story, Mervyn LeRoy's 1959 chronicle (and whitewash) of the Bureau, starring James Stewart.

Martin Scorsese's account is not so brief. Scripted by Eric Roth and Scorsese from David Grann's 2017 book, the director's three-hour-plus Killers of the Flower Moon is an epic nightmare, solemn and heartbroken yet charged up with a fierce and sweeping vitality. The style feels different from his previous work, yet somehow it's still unmistakably a Scorsese picture.

The focus here is on Ernest Burkhart (Leonardo DiCaprio), a WWI vet who arrives in Osage country to work for his uncle, the cattle rancher William King Hale (Robert DeNiro). Ernest soon marries an Osage woman named Mollie Kyle (Lily Gladstone) and starts a family with her. A dull, malleable sort, Ernest seems to genuinely love Mollie, yet all the while they're married he's secretly serving as a thuggish henchman for the sanctimonious Bill Hale, who condescendingly professes love for the Osage while conspiring in the deaths of Mollie's mother and sisters and others in the community. Eventually and inevitably, Mollie also becomes a target of Bill's plans.

Killers is shot in chilly shades of gray and sepia by Rodrigo Prieto, edited by Scorsese's longtime collaborator Thelma Schoonmaker and moved along by a brilliant, pulsing score by Robbie Robertson, to whose memory the film is dedicated. Yet despite the presence of these cronies, this isn't business as usual. Scorsese doesn't give us the kinetic flashiness of his gangster sagas here. There's no darting, antic camerawork, no wall-to-wall narration.

But this isn't a staid historical drama either; the tone is feverishly immediate and chaotic, almost hallucinatory at times, and there's a tinge, especially in the scenes between DiCaprio and DeNiro, of deeply grim comedy. Scorsese's comic edge doesn't distance us from the horror, either, as perhaps it could be accused of doing in Goodfellas or Casino. The murders and other violence are presented with an angry bluntness, as nothing but sordid, wasteful and evil.

Essentially, what Scorsese gives us here is a vision of life in hell, not just a hell of butchery and menace, though this is amply depicted, but of the fractured spirit and toxic guilt generated by racial terrorism and piracy. The agony of this life is reflected in the superb performances of DiCaprio and the serene, gravely beautiful Lily Gladstone. DeNiro is at the top of his form as the genially satanic Bill Hale, and the enormous cast includes fine turns by Tantoo Cardinal, William Belleau, Cara Jade Myers, Brendan Fraser, Scott Shepherd, Sturgill Simpson, Katherine Willis and Barry Corbin, among many others. John Lithgow appears as a prosecutor; he's always welcome but gets less of a chance than usual to flex here.

There's also a strong supporting performance by Jesse Plemons as Tom White, the Texas Ranger turned G-Man who led the BOI (later FBI) investigation. The case was an early success for the Bureau, depicted here as a largely unknown agency at the time (Grann's book is subtitled The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI), and Plemons, speaking softly and politely but firmly from under his Stetson, lightens this bleak and grueling movie's mood just enough to get us through; we at last feel a dawning of hope for justice and salvation. He shows up just in time.

One more note: I was expecting, and hoping for, the usual afterword before the end credits, explaining what ultimately became of these people. Kudos to Scorsese for coming up with a more creative and witty way to present this information. It's an ingenious coda to this great and terrible American tale.

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vulpina -episode two 

words count: the right amount                 fem reader! x stiles stilinksi

warning: mention of blood

summary: you’re trying to survive in Beacon Hills

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

There were no stars in the sky that night as Stiles pulled the Jeep in his porch.

You felt it, something was wrong.

The chilly breeze was caressing your shoulders as you hugged your figure; the stars were not glowing that night, but you were glad, knowing that the next time you saw something glow, blood would have spilled.

William Barrow had not been found and now you were spending the night at Stiles' house to look up for hints or paths the man would have followed: who let him out? who helped him get to school? it was impossible for him to walk there injured, unless he was yet another supernatural being.

too many questions, so few answers.

you couldn't help hearing the ticking of the clock on the wall, the sound reminding you time was running and someone was about to get hurt, again.

"stiles, look here"

the boy approaching you as you were laying on your stomach on his bed.

"Barrow was a electrical engineer, from 1975 to 1997", your fingers slowly tracing the pages as you read: "he was fired that same year for being involved in a minor homicide case".

"there's a power station down close to the border".

his eyes shining as he gently took the paper from your hands, "that might be were he's hiding" he whispered, quickly catching the phone sending a text to Scott.

it was already 3 am, you were dying to get some good sleep, when you rested your head on his cushion.

"I need to go home" you mumbled, your eyes falling shut.

"here" Stiles handed you a shirt and a pair of pants, "wear those to sleep, you can stay here"

you opened one eye, shaking your head, "I'm fine".

he sighed, falling on the bed beside you.

he was lying on his back, watching the ceiling.

"is there ever gonna be a time when you listen to me?"

it was enough to make you turn, eyes piercing his face.

"what do you mean?" you found the strength to whisper.

He turned on his side, the both of you facing now, it was comfortable though, just comfortable.

"you're stubborn"

"I've always been" you mumbled.

"not always" the boy smiled amused "in middle school, you asked me to tell Jhonatan Cristen to back off, remember?"

a soft smile crossing your lips "what has this to do with my stubbornness?"

Stiles kept on rattling "you liked him a lot but you heard him make fun of Scott for his braces and you thought you were giving him payback".

"oh, Scott with braces" you laughed at the memory.

"the thing is, you kept this stoned face all day, only when we went to the cinema that night, you let yourself sink into the sadness, I even saw you shed a couple tears".

"thank you for the terrible memory" you sighed, but the smile was still plastered on your lips.

"I think that was the first time you were vulnerable around me".

"that's not true" you felt yourself say.

"we met when I was in a vulnerable state" you sighed, "in fact I think I'm always vulnerable when I'm around you".

there was no smile on your lips now no, something bitter, some old fears emerging.

"ah!" Stiles chuckled "I always think about you as one of the strongest people I know".

"I doubt it" you whispered as the strength left your body and you sank deep into the sleepiness.

"I don't get it" Kira spoke, "you said this Barrow was sentenced for homicide?"

Scott nod his head, an uneasy expression on his face.

"Can we change topic for at least five minutes?" Lydia stumbled forward holding her bag tightly.

"guys!" Isaac came forward quickly, his slim body twisting as he ran to you: " somebody vandalized Yukimura's classroom, they left a message that looked like.." his eyes darted to Kira as he stopped talking.

Scott shot you a look to which you groaned.

"I want to know!"

"be a good girl" stiles muttered as he pushed your arm softly, "fine, Kira, why don't we walk to class together? these people are annoying anyway".

you took the girl's arm, shooting a pissed look at the crowd as you both left the group.

"they don't want me to hear huh?" the girl asked you once you were far enough.

"something tells me they don't want me to hear either" you breathed, suddenly lighting up with excitement "which means we'll have to see for ourselves".

a laugh escaped your lips as you both abruptly turned to the right, following the path of the corridor.

once you reached the classroom you found a crowd of students gathered just outside the door, mr Yukimura shaking his hands in the air to gain the teen's attention.

as you and Kira made your way through the crowd, reaching for the door, your breath was stuck in your lungs "that looks like-".

"blood" Kira stated "that looks like blood".

written in dark red, on the board hung on the wall, a series of numbers were displayed: 19 53 88.

"what does it even mean?" you asked no one in particular as a girl to your left pushed you to take a closer look.

"let's get out of here" you heard Kira mutter as she dragged you out of the crowd, a anxious expression on her face.

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Night Guards For Sale: Chapter 7

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NOT FOR EVERYONE

Warnings: Excessive cursing. People being treated as pets. People not caring about someone’s life. People not caring about someone’s well being. People being purchased. People being held against their own will. Mentions of death. Mentions of murder. Mentions of people being experimented on.

Run Down: Everyone says the world is a cruel place. That if it turns its back on you, you turn your back against it. Something that’s extremely hard to do when it’s essentially impossible to escape. Not that Mike won’t fight as hard as he possibly can.

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"Jeremy! Not again!"

"It's n-n-n-not my fault!"

"Oh really!"

"R-Really!"

"Then how do you explain the fact there's no one in here!"

"...my c-c-c-cereal!"

"Fucking-"

Mike's brow furrows at the voices, the sounds, the laughter. It didn't seem to fit, especially with all the nightmares he's been having. Not dreams of how the others were doing good. Messing with each other and enjoying every bit. He wished he did, but he could only remember how he let Jeremy down.

Alone, afraid, lost. Fritz getting shrunk too. David most likely blaming him. The others...

With a groan the ex-lead guard slowly sits up, wincing when he upsets the bruise from before. And the one from after he was tossed on the counter by a punk of a teenager. And the scratch from the prissy ass lady's sharp ass nails snagging his arm.

God, he hurts all over. And he can't do anything about it but-

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Mike?"

The man breathes heavily as he moves away, attempting to figure out just what the hell was going on. Especially with a real bed holding him. No glass ceiling, no sawdust that fucking hurts his goddamn hands, and actual walls surrounding him.

...was this heaven?

"Mike? Are you-?"

"SHIT!"

James winces at the thump of their friend hitting the floor, quickly darting over to help him up. His hand is gratefully accepted, and with little effort the once heavy guard is lifted to a wobbly stand, arms out to steady himself.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm just fucking-"

The horror guard waits for an answer before yelping as he's lunged at, both men going down as Mike hugs him as if he'd never be let go.

"Grave Digger. Holy shit you're here. You're here and we're not in some goddamn hand and thank fuck you're okay."

James hugs his friend tightly, leaning into the embrace that was clearly needed for the last member of their group. The one who was finally home.

"Hey, I heard some-"

"EGGED JACKASS!"

Eggs lets a girly scream escape when Mike suddenly lunges at him, both tumbling through the bedroom's door way and into the hallway as he's hugged to death.

"Holy shit you're here too! I can't fucking believe it! You're safe and here and-!"

"Mike!" the mechanic laughs, carefully peeling himself from the tight embrace to properly look at him friend.

His friend who didn't look entirely here. As if he thinks this is all a dream.

"Mike, we're all here. At home. With Scott, Jeremy, Fritz, David, Caleb, and sometimes William 'cause he's an asshole who can come at any time he fucking wants apparently."

A moment passes before those blue eyes narrow and a lightbulb seems to click.

That's when he remembers Scott coming into the store, with William. They talked to Abby, showed his papers. Apparently law meant a human could claim a Mini-Me child. And then, the bright sun, them walking...

"Home."

"Yeah. This is home," Eggs smiles, untangling himself as James helps lift Mike to his feet. They watch as he slowly nods, finally standing on his own before they begin to walk to the door.

Only to fall back when three taps shake the entire goddamn place.

"I heard Eggs scream like the girl he is."

"Fuck you, Harrison!"

"You know it's true."

The horror guard smiles at the glare given, quickly opening the door and waving up at David watching with concern. The giant man opens his mouth before snapping it shut, staring as Mike appears in the doorway, frozen there.

"Nice to see you, Mike."

"Douche Bag."

"Fucked-"

"Mr. Harrison!"

The business man lifts his head up in exasperation, taking a deep breath from how much control that little redhead has on him before standing up. Mike only watches as the man grows taller, a clear annoyance yet fondness toward the little voice yelling at him before those giant shoes spin to where the teenager stands.

"Wait! Wait! DON'T-!"

"TOO LATE!"

Fritz squeals as his shirt is pinched carefully between two fingers, lifted up and tossed carefully as he screams before landing in his guardian's hands as a giant smirk is displayed.

"MR. HARRISON!"

"'Mr. Harrison'," David mocks in a high-pitched voice, laughing at the pout given up to him as he lifts Fritz close to his face. "That's what you sound like."

"And this is what you sound like!"

"Come on," Eggs smiles, shoving at Mike still blocking the way before tugging him toward the kitchen Fritz was currently being carried to as he scrambles up to his guardian's hair.

"Your shoes never taste any better, Fritz," David growls once his charge is safe on his head, still walking and careful to avoid the Jeremy currently pouting on the floor.

"No," Vincent repeats, knowing the puppy dog eyes were being aimed full force up at him. A moment passes before a slight weight jumps onto his shoe, the purple man shaking his head again knowing exactly what Jeremy was trying to do. "No."

"Vinceeeeent!"

"Vinceeeeent!"

The former murder and stuttering guard hesitate at the second whine, knowing for a fact it was Eggs. And as Jeremy leaps off his friend's shoe to peer around the corner, Vincent waiting patiently before following after, their treated with the sight of Eggs skipping ahead as James follows. Followed by-

"MIKE!"

The ex-lead guard can't help but freeze up, expecting Abby to appear out of nowhere and snatch him up. Tell him he did something wrong. That he could never come out of his cage again. Even though his family was right-

A yelp escapes as Jeremy leaps into his arms, laughter flooding the air as he snuggles into the adorable little night guard he missed so goddamn much.

And now he'll never have to say goodbye. Never have to worry about someone saying he can't see his best friend. Never have to worry about hands trying to-

"SHIT!"

Vincent only kneels beside the two, not even reaching for Jeremy or Mike as the young adult is hugged tightly as if to save him from being grabbed. He doesn't comment on the reaction either, simply waiting for those bright blue eyes to open and see there was no danger.

Never from any one of them.

"Hey, Mikey."

The ex-lead guard was admittedly embarrassed by the warm smile given as he clings to Jeremy for dear life.

"Hey Purple Guy."

"Nice to see you're finally awake. Welcome to the circus," the former murder chuckles, nudging Eggs as he kicks his shoe for the comment.

"Making fun of my insane asylum, are you!"

"Yep."

"I'M GONNA-!"

Caleb takes Vincent's spot as the purple man walks away from their blonde guard attempting to attack his shoe laces. Because one thing they knew and it was any laces stolen by Eggs were his forever.

And they meant forever. Vincent's nearly out of wearable shoes.

"Hi, Mike! Hi, Jeremy!"

"Hey, Hell Spawn," the man smiles, ruffling the Jer's soft curls before slowly standing up. He brushes his pants off, knowing he won't be able to get a new pair for as long as he live-

Oh, right. He's not at the store anymore.

"Uh, how are you?"

"I'm good. Crazy morning like always," the little boy smiles, glancing over to see Vincent still walking in circles to avoid Eggs. The mechanic wasn't going to give up, however. "Give me one minute."

"VINCENT! YOU SLOW YOUR ASS DOWN OR I WILL PERSONALLY!" Eggs pauses as he pants, a finger held up before he starts racing after his friend once more. "GET BACK HERE!"

"Hungry, Eggs!"

Mike watches as the blonde guard glares after Vincent before flopping backwards, Caleb quickly catching him before he can hit his head on the ground. The little boy then carefully lifts their friend up to the wooden table, Scott winking at him before glancing down to see Mike watching him.

"Nice to see you're finally awake, Michael."

"Nice to see you too, Phones."

"C-C-Come on, Mike!"

The eldest guard laughs as Jeremy suddenly yanks their friend toward the table, David stepping over them carefully before plopping beside him and looking over the reports.

"Restaurants doing good?"

"Nearly had another break in."

"Fuck."

"Mr. Harrison? Could I possibly visit the animatronics?" Fritz questions, leaning over David's hair to see what the two adults were speaking about. He's not told to look away or do something else, they both knew he understood a lot more of the business world than they thought he originally did. More so working under David, living under the same roof only helped the fact as well.

"I don't know, Fritz," Vincent begins, glancing over Jeremy quickly perking up with the idea of seeing the toys again. "They didn't change in size."

"I think Happy would get a kick out of that."

"C-C-C-CC, too."

And Chica.

Mike hesitates when he remembers he, in fact, worked under Freddy Fazbear's. And Freddy Fazbear's meant he was actually in charge of the originals.

...he hadn't thought about them ever since this bullshit happened.

Were they okay? Did they miss him? Did they know he was ever missing? Did Golden know? Did they care? They grew to enjoy him, love him, talk about random shit with him, but did they really want him back? He was just a reminder of Vincent's murder of those five kids. Kids stuffed inside of them. Frontal lobe missing...

Not much to love.

"Hey! Stiller! Get your ass up here!" Eggs calls, finally breaking through Mike's dark thoughts as the horror guard glares up at his grinning friend.

"I was banned from using my method! Remember!"

"Nope! I remember!"

"Do it, James!"

"Do-?"

Mike's eyes grow wide as James unhooks a giant ass fishing hook from his side, standing back before swinging it as he backs away. Jeremy stops his journey to fuck knows where to watch as well, a bit excitedly as the hook goes around, and around, and around, and-

"IT'S GOOD!" Eggs cheers, hands in the air as if he'd shout 'GOAL!' for the longest amount of time as the glistening and sharp tool lands a few feet from him and onto the table. With slow movements, their friend then carefully tugs the line until it catches the edge.

Caleb then appears beside them, shoes taller than even James planted so close the shrunken man could touch it. But neither one pauses, even Jeremy as he moves close to where the horror guard watches the little boy judging his work.

"It seems embedded pretty well," he begins, tucking Fredbear under an arm to carefully touch the gleaming hook. It doesn't move with the slight nudge, and considering James in incredibly tiny beyond belief, he should be fine.

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

Scott huffs before watching with interest as James begins to scale the fishing line, Vincent leaning over to watch as well as Eggs waits patiently at the top. David then allows Fritz to race over and watch as well, every member of the group watching as Caleb carefully makes sure James could only fall into his hand if the line were to snap, the hook fall, or even he lets go.

Every member, except one.

"Nice job!" Fritz cries, high fiving their horror guard rolling his eyes.

"Seriously, not a big-"

"YES IT IS!"

Jeremy scowls Vincent snatching the man away just as Caleb sets him on the table, a bit excited as even Scott smiles at the job well done.  Especially when compared to last time, the hook nearly sliced its owner in half...

"Better be careful, Stiller," Scott warns as the purple man finally releases his victim, having tossed the man in victory. "Don't do it when we're not around."

"Yet," his best friend grins, ruffling the hair as hands of a dizzy man attempt to shove him away.

"I don't think I'll ever do it again if I'm tossed every time."

"You'll have to teach me!" Eggs proclaims, sliding next to their friend.

"Me too!" Fritz cries, yelping when David's protective hand stops him from even going near James.

"Scott, don't you think this is a bad influence?"

"They don't want to be carried everywhere."

"But-"

"And," the eldest guard scowls, allowing the redhead enough of a distraction to weave around his guardian's hand and next to the others as Jeremy sits beside him as well. "Tell me you want to leave them stranded. A way to the floor isn't a bad idea. Especially when Jeremy does Jeremy things."

"He does do Jeremy things," Caleb smiles.

"Well what does Mike say about it?"

A moment goes by before they realize they actually can ask Mike about what he thought. Before the phrase was used a bit rhetorically, asked into the air, waiting for an answer that never came, and then continuing with their argument.

But now their leader was back. Able to provide insight they all trusted no matter how many times he 'fucks shit up'.

"But, wh-wh-wh-where is M-M-Mike?"

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A Day Of Calm

Stephen's heart warmed at the sight before him. He happened to go up to Valerie's room to check and see if the toddler was taking her nap for the day since William had yet to come back down. The teen periodically took his sister up to her room to put her down for her nap, and a story was usually involved, but it never took more than five minutes. Ten had passed so the sorcerer was curious as to why William hadn't returned to the kitchen.

The moment Stephen opened Valerie's bedroom door, he had his answer. William clearly read her a book as he usually did, but this time, it worked on the teen too. He and Valerie were curled close together and the book lay forgotten in the teen's hand which lay behind the little girl. Valerie had one of her hands clutched in William's shirt and was using his arm as a pillow as soft breaths escaped from her. With a soft smile, Stephen silently walks over to retrieve the book and closes it before returning it to the bookcase. He then grabs the throw blanket folded at the end of the bed and gently lays it over them before leaving the room as quietly as he came.

It was nice that Valerie had someone besides him that she enjoyed spending time with. Especially when he was busy. Just now he had his hands full with his Sorcerer Supreme duties so William offered to put her down for her nap. He figured he would try and get some more reading in before the inevitable chaos and sat back down on the couch after grabbing the books he had briefly set down just minutes ago.

The blissful quiet only lasted for about ten minutes of course. Stephen's only warning before the metaphorical storm was the sound of a jingling bell growing in volume before Flynn dashed into the penthouse by way of the stairs. Normally that wouldn't have bothered him, but then Emir followed the kit and chased him around, knocking things over in his attempt to catch Flynn. Athena lifted her head from the large pet pillow she was laying on and watched with a bored expression as the tiger finally scruffed the fox and carried him over to the newly made pet corner.

Emir and Flynn were such frequent visitors to their floor that it was decided that the pets needed their own corner to hang out in, and it truly lived up to its purpose. A corner in the living room that was almost bare was transformed into a comfortable corner full of pet pillows, blankets, Tibb's cat tree, some toys, and even a little curtain to make it like a small room. That last bit had been Diana's idea. The curtains were never closed but they did resemble some form of...privacy. Stephen and Tony weren't sure the animals would care about it, but the moment it was finished and it was shown to the pets, they used it immediately. Every single one of them loved it.

Tibbs was found snoozing on his tree when he wasn't wandering the tower, Athena had a pillow she used, and even Emir had one he shared with Flynn. The fox was known to use the cubby in the tree sometimes too. For now though, it seemed the kit was stuck with Emir and his pillow where the tiger had carried him and laid down with Flynn between his paws so he could groom him.

"If someone told me this would be my life five years ago, I would have laughed in their face." Stephen mumbled as he closed his book.

The elevator opened and the sorcerer looked over just as Steve and Bucky stepped off and joined him in the living room. The winter soldier looked to have bags of pet supplies and his suspicion was confirmed when Bucky reached into one of them and pulled out a bone.

"Are you spoiling my wolf?" Stephen asks and Bucky grins.

"She deserves to be spoiled." He whistles softly to get the wolf's attention and Athena crawls out of the pet corner to approach him. "Such a good girl." He croons and offers her the large bone he had procured which she takes into her mouth.

"We got something for all of them." Steve says . "Not sure how long the bone we got for Emir will last but we got him the biggest one."

Stephen watches in amusement as the couple unload the bags of pet supplies, and not only do they pull out some bones, but they also pull out some jerky, catnip, and a rope. He raises an eyebrow at the last item, but then Flynn crawls out of the corner curiously and carefully approaches Steve and Bucky. The captain opens the bag of jerky and offers a piece to the kit and Flynn sniffs it before snagging it and darting back into the corner to enjoy his treat.

"I thought he might like those." Steve chuckles and tosses the large bone to the corner for Emir. The tiger picks it up and chomps on it once he gets settled comfortably with Flynn against his side, and a loud crack fills the room. The bone definitely wouldn't last long but Emir was enjoying himself.

To Stephen's surprise, so was Athena.

"Do you think Emir would go for catnip?" Bucky asks and Stephen shrugs.

"Maybe. I know Tibbs will."

Said cat was taking his turn inspecting the new presents and when he was offered catnip, he quickly turned into a rolling mess. Tibbs flopped onto his side and rolled from side to side with loud purrs, and the smell was strong enough to garner the tiger's attention. The three men watch curiously as Emir abandons his bone to get up and investigate (Flynn decided he wanted to chew on the bone too and looked hilariously small compared to it), and when the tiger gets a good whiff of the catnip…

...he joins Tibbs in a rolling session.

Emir chuffs and rumbles alongside Tibbs' purring and all three men burst into laughter because it wasn't something one saw every day.

"What did you do to my tiger?" Scott asks and they look over at him.

"Catnip." Steve replies after he manages to calm down.

The thief laughs and walks over to kneel next to Emir and rub his side. "Are you a high kitty? How much did you get?"

"He licked up a good handful after nearly inhaling it." Bucky says.

"Where's Flynn?"

Stephen points to the corner where the fox is still trying to chew on Emir's bone and Scott shakes his head as Quill, Cassie, and Diana enter from the elevator. The girls glance at the cats briefly before going up to Diana's room to do whatever it was they normally did together, and Quill stares for a few moments before laughing.

"Catnip?"

"Yup."

The two couples find a spot on the couches to watch tv after that, and both Tibbs and Emir eventually pass out after coming down from their high. An hour passes in a comfortable quiet as they watch tv, and then Valerie's bedroom door opens to reveal both William and the little girl freshly woken from their nap.

"How was your nap?" Stephen asks them both and William blushes.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." The teen apologizes.

"You don't need to apologize. You clearly needed it." The sorcerer says as the two descend the stairs. "Would you like an after naptime snack too?" He teases.

"Might as well." William shrugs and joins Valerie at the coffee table.

Stephen chuckles and gets up to prepare their snack. Thankfully it would be relatively simple since William didn't mind sharing his favorite snack with Valerie, so he just had to make a little more than usual. Strawberries and whipped cream were taken out of the fridge and the cutting board was pulled out, but when he grabbed a knife, he realized his hands were shaking. They always shook but sometimes if they shook too much, he didn't risk using sharp knives. His hands had enough scars and he wasn't inclined to add to them.

"Bucky...would you mind…?" Stephen asks softly and the soldier looks over at him and nods.

"Yeah. Of course." Bucky joins him at the counter and carefully takes the knife from Stephen to cut the fruit.

"Just into quarters. They like to scoop the whipped cream." Stephen says as he puts some whipped cream into a bowl.

The strawberries were cut and put into another bowl and Bucky carried both bowls over to the kids and set them on the coffee table. They both thanked him and Stephen before digging in, and Valerie almost immediately got some whipped cream on her cheek. Levi got as excited as a cloak could get and swooped over with the intent to wipe it off, but Athena had beaten it to it and licked it off of the little girl's cheek. Valerie giggles and Levi's lapels sulk, causing Stephen to shake his head.

"You are supposed to be a powerful and ancient relic." Stephen huffs. "You're an unglorified nanny."

"Tea?" Valerie asks and Levi immediately perks up and flies over to the toybox to dig out the tea party set.

"Make sure you record every moment of this for the next master it serves." Quill laughs and Stephen chucks a book at his forehead. "Ow!"

A plastic tea cup followed and also hit the god's head and William almost choked on his food when he laughed.

"The book wasn't enough?!"

Stephen chuckles. "Oh, I didn't make it do that."

Flynn was quick to jump up onto Quill's lap and stood on his hind legs with his paws on the celestial's chest to be able to lick his face. Quill rolled his eyes, but clearly softened when the kit tried to make his "wounds" feel better. Emir woke up a few minutes later but was happy to only move just enough to lay his head in Scott's lap, which made the thief lay back on the floor in defeat. Scott clearly didn't want to go through the trouble of trying to push a tiger off of him.

"Duchess! Lulu is hungry!" Tony says when he arrives with the baby from possibly the lab.

"Then feed her."

"I don't have the natural equipment to do that."

"Neither do I!" Stephen almost screeches and the mechanic cackles as he walks into the kitchen to make Lucy a bottle. "That joke is getting old!"

"I'm still going to milk it for all that it's worth."

William groans.

"I could throw you off of this building and make it look like an accident." Stephen huffs. "I'll be set for life and can have Harley and Peter take over your R&D department."

"I love you too honey."

"Good thing Scotty can't kill me. Even if he could, I don't think he would want to lose access to the fountain of youth and immortality." Quill snickers.

"Honestly, it's just nice knowing that if I ever feel compelled to murder someone, I can just kill you and you'll come back." Scott says. "That's healthy right?"

Both Quill and Bucky burst into laughter while Steve sighs. While it was true, Scott didn't actually like hurting people so it would take a lot to get him to the point of actually wanting to murder someone. Stephen was pretty sure he almost came close when Cassie got hurt. That closeness was still in the "maybe Scott will string them up by their toes" level though. Quill usually got violent for him.

While Tony joined them in the living room to watch tv with the adults, Valerie was playing tea party with William and Levi, and even Athena joined. She just sat by one side of the table and occasionally took a treat from the small plate William set in front of her, but Levi actually hovered nearby with its own little plastic cup and saucer and pretended to take sips. When the kids had a tea party at the Sanctum and Wong saw the cloak participating, he stopped and stared for a good couple of minutes. He then gave Stephen a scandalous look (which the Sorcerer Supreme ignored) before leaving to the Sanctum's library.

Now he didn't pay the tea parties any mind. In fact, Stephen caught him participating in one of the sessions and Wong calmly sipped from his plastic cup before saying,

"She offered me some tea. I thought it would be rude to reject it."

Stephen definitely laughed at a later time, but Wong wasn't offended and still partook in the tea parties on the rare occasion. He would even conjure real tea and snacks and Valerie loved it. Wong was a decent babysitter but Stephen would never call him that to his face.

"Is that weed on my floor?" Tony suddenly asks.

"Cat weed." Steve answers and Bucky laughs again.

Tony looks at Tibbs when he starts to wake and points at him. "I thought I taught you better! No drugs! Emir is being a bad influence on you isn't he?"

"Hey!" Scott exclaims.

"Mrow?" Tibbs answers sleepily.

"Don't lie! I see a piece on your whiskers!"

Stephen sighs. "I would say I can't believe you're giving the cat the drug talk, but that would be a lie."

"I'm sure it doesn't even qualify for the top ten weirdest things you've dealt with." Steve says.

"Not even close."